I find it curious that so many, apparently educated people jump up and down about free market capitalism whenever some socially responsible agenda or suggestion is put forth. They howl words like Socialism, Communism, Marxism and big government control, and whilst that might be a fair call from their perspective, the simple fact is they are starting from an erroneous understanding. We do not have / live in a society run by free market capitalism; we live in a carefully controlled “corpocracy”.
Sitting in silence the veils part and I am witness to a world gone mad.
Petty tyrants split atoms to make weapons of power whilst my people starve and freeze upon ground made barren by fear and greed.
Children, dark of skin, wither to dust when in the west others bloat on slop even animals won’t call food.
There was a time not so long ago when we came in voices of one’s and two’s. We came to remind the world of who we are, of the great potential of humanity. No many have come, different lands, different times. Jesus the Nazarene, Siddartha Guatama the Buddha, Muhammad, Zarathustra, Mary Magdalene, Mother Mary, John the Baptist…. Lone voices singing the song of creation to remind us of who we are. Then for a time the world grew dark, as we deepened into our forgetting. Yet out of the darkness came visions of our true nature, St Joan of Arc, [ Read More ]
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS by Portia Nelson Chapter I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out. Chapter II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place but, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter III I walk down the same [ Read More ]
Once a division of the Japanese army was engaged in a sham battle, and some of the officers found it necessary to make their headquarters in Gasan’s temple. Gasan told his cook: “Let the officers have only the same simple fare we eat.” This made the army men angry, as they wre used to very deferential treatment. One came to Gasan and said: “Who do you think we are? We are soldiers, sacrificing our lives for our country. Why don’t you treat us accordingly?” Gasan answered sternly: “Who do you think we are? We are soldiers of humanity, aiming to [ Read More ]