Sorry, that goes against policy. Sorry, if we do that we are setting a precedant for future activity. Sorry, it wouldn't be in the best interest of the company to help out that person. Sorry, doing that pro bono isn't something we want to be involved with. We are a business.... it's about making money.
Being involved in the charitable end of business you would think that the above words would be a reflection of the 'NON' charitable side of business but you would be wrong. Those are direct statements over the years from people who run charitable organizations.
I guess I was raised by a mom who would give anything she had to someone who was in need. She has never been someone who is overly materialistic even though she is a pack rat! But the pack rat in her is more about nostalgia, memories, and remembering the good ol’ days.
My mom taught me that if someone needs your help.... you help. But I watch every day as business becomes the front for not having to help people. We can hide behind business, corporation, policies, bi-laws, all we want but the reality is always in our face that when we turn down helping people we just 'chose' not to help. It has nothing to do with business and everything to do with loving your neighbour.
And even loving your neighbour, in our culture, has seemed to have made a semantic transition of meaning. It no longer means give unconditionally. It means give to others so that you can build a good network of potential connections that will benefit your future.
Business is the anti-christ of our culture. It is the anti-community; the anti-healthy humanity; and the anti-good will towards man. For instance, business wants to help build culture but only if it increases revenue. Business wants to help community but only if it means happy customers that come back to buy more. Business wants to help humanity but only if it gets a tax receipt. And business will always be nice to its neighbour because that brings repeat customers[1].
Is this bad? Is it wrong? What I know for now is that we are living under a democratic corporate fascism under the guise of simple democracy. Corporations are destroying our world. Presently, they are here to plunder and take what they can from those of us who are willing to give[2]. And corporations are the idols of most businesses worldwide. Owners of businesses want to be the ones that are bringing in mass amounts of money. The small businesses are just smaller versions of their larger idol the 'corporation'.[3]
The one thing I liked about church was this. If the people didn’t like the leadership they spoke with their pocket books and their feet. You could simply stop giving or leave. And in both cases if one occurred on a mass scale the leadership was finished.
The problem with our society is that the rulers have put laws into place to throw us into jail if we stop paying taxes. And secondly, we can’t just up and walk out of the country ‘en masse’ because simply put, ‘There is no place to go!’.
So we are in a bit of a dilemma. The dilemma being, “How do we take back control of our lives, our communities and our countries, in the confines of corporate fascism?”
If we had a policy set in place that after every 7 years everyone’s balance got set back to zero and we all started over then maybe we could do it but alas that doesn’t exist.[4] Or if we could buy land somewhere and start our own communities apart from the government and big business then maybe we could do it. But again, what land and with what money?
And there is the other dilemma. Securing the money needed to get land or reducing the equation, getting the land. Where can someone without money either get money for the land or get the land without money without getting help from big business.
Everyone wants money and more of it. I am no exception to that rule but I will be blatantly truthful. I want more so I can give more. I want a large screen tv so that I can have friends over to watch a movie. I want a car so I can go visit people or let people borrow the car. I give my tv’s away if I get a new one (free of charge). I got a new table given to me the other week. I gave ours away to someone who needed one. I want a ranch to raise cows, horses, food, make my own energy, and have people live on the property with us as an eco community. I want but only for the purpose of sharing and being independent of the corporations that exist.
I want power over my own life and in order to do that I need to get out from under the thumb of the corporations. There is where the bigger problem comes into existence. Big business is what our country is now based on. And big business runs government. So in order to get to a place where I am not dependant on big business I have to use big business to get enough money to separate from them. Or do I?
There has to be businesses out there that are doing it right. They are working within the community for the benefit of the community in a way that isn’t trying to take more then what it gives. There have to be Sustainable businesses[5] in existence. And these businesses are the ones I want to align myself with or even create. But again another challenge exists. Within the structure of our communities how can we create a sustainable business?
For instance, what about a coffee shop? Could we make this both practically and philosophically sustainable? What I mean is this: Does coffee serve a purpose to our community? Is there a trade off value for the community? For example, is paying money/items for coffee the best use for community resources?
Where does the coffee come from? Why do we need it? Are there more needed resources that should be sold/bartered. What about the communal aspect of a coffee shop? Is that a needed aspect to community? But do we have to have it in a business format? Could the community look at the business as a way of them helping the owner and at the same time the owner providing them with a place to congregate and philosophize?
(Taking a break from this….will write more late)
[1] Recognize that I am talking in generalities. Not every known business in the world is like this. Some business are legitimately trying their best to be ethical, loving, moral and a benfit to humanity. These business are the ones we should be looking to for an example.
[2] We give willingly because we have been lulled into the belief that we need what the corporation has to offer.
[3] And even though I am using words like corporation and business, remember, that its people running them. And so again corporations and businesses and hence why I believe that businesses are a ruse in order to make it 'okay' to be immoral in the treatment of others.
[4] This is the big problem. And oddly enough the realization of this came to me through playing video games. Whoever started the game at the beginning of its release (or even during beta testing) would be the people who ended up dominating the game world. In some games the server resets every so often to level the playing field again but in games like WOW you would see people out of frustration head to other servers that were new because on a new server they could become King.
[5] By sustainable businesses I mean businesses that are actually beneficial to the community who by that definition would be dealing with the culture, community and eco system in a sustainable way.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The synopsis of biblical leaders (from the evangelical canon)
The snake, metaphorical or not, apparently rebelled against God (if this was Satan).
Eve, duped by the snake, disobeys God.
Adam, duped by Eve, disobeys God.
Cain kills Abel.
All are punished accordingly.
The snake loses his natural born right to walk.
Eve loses her natural born right not to feel pain during child birth.
Adam has to feel the pain of tilling the ground for his food. No more easy picking fruit for him.
God places some visible mark on Cain that tells people not to kill him. Oh and he had to move out of the land. God had to make sure the punishment fit the crime.
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Noah, gets friggin drunk to the point where he passes out naked, and one of his sons laughs at him and tells his brothers. Well, Noah doesn't get punished but Ham sure as hell did. Hello curse! Great curse.... more about that later.
Babel people. Man they really messed up. They were devising a way to have a universal language. Bad idea peeps. God don't like it when people can apparently communicate with one another..... it could mean they would accomplish anything they set their hearts and minds to.
Abram lies to the pharaoh about Sarai being his sister. Pharaoh gets cursed because he likes Sarai.
So lets recap.
Noah gets drunk.... no punishment. Shem mocks him.... gets cursed.
Babel people build city and universal language and they get punished. Dispersement with new languages.
Abram lies and Pharaoh gets cursed. Holy shit. Lesson? We will get to that later.
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Abram is given a maidservant by his wife. Gotta love a wife like that! He only did it to have a child. (I am sure he didn't enjoy any of it. Dreadful experience.)
Sarai hates her maidservant and starts beating her. The maidservant runs away with Ishmael (Abrams son).
Sarai laughs at God when God tells her she will have a baby at 90. He confronts her. She lies.
Sodom and Gomorrah. Well, they treated people poorly. Result? Nuke. Well, something similar to a nuke anyway. God played etch a sketch.
Lot was going to let the townspeople rape his daughters. Nice gesture. The townspeople wanted some other type of 'sex' apparently.
Lots wife, well she turned around, when God told her not to look back. Pillar of salt. She was the wanker who turned around.
Recap.
Abram has sex with his maidservant, with the permission of his wife. No punishment.
Sarai, beats on her maidserverant. No punishment.
Ishmael, the son, is blessed/cursed by God? He will be at war all the time.
Sarai lies to God. No punishment.
Sodom. Well, come on, they got what they had coming. Don't give to the poor. Get rained on by fire.
I guess its okay to offer your daughters as sex slaves. No punishment.
Lots wife. Reminds me of an old story. Eve perhaps? Will women never learn? It's like adding salt to the wound.... owie!
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Lot, well he gets drunk one night and is so drunk that he can't recognize that his daughters
are the ones arousing his genetalia. He has sex with them.... both.... at 2 different x's. Ummm.....can we say.... what the hell?
Abram (now Abraham), has a prepencity for lying to Pharaohs about his wife. Guess what...the jackass did it again! Guess who got punished!? Does that make Abraham an asshole?
Sarai (now Sarah) tells Abraham to boot out Hagar and Ishmael. He does. Poor treatment of another human being comes to mind right about now.
Recap.
Incest and drunkeness. No punishement. For either time.
Can we say.... the wrong person keeps getting cursed? Abraham... loves a good prank!
Okay.... Sodom and Gomorah.... etch a sketch..... Sarah..... ......... ........... cough cough....... .......
Let's skip onto some other ones.
Isaac, Rebekah, Jacob and Esau, and Laban. Oh my god. Let's just call this story the day God stood still.
Samson. Has sex before marriage...lol. Kills dozens of people.
Elijah. Death to many prophets by fire.
Elisha. Some kids call him baldy. Death to kids who call men baldies!!!
Joseph is a messianic archetype so he does nothing wrong. Daniel is the same thing. Presented as perfect people. And then Jesus of Nazareth also presented as perfect.
Job.... too self involved... thinking he knows better then God. Errr..... hold on here.... didn't God make a cosmic bet with Satan to let Satan do anything with Job? Really? And we are okay with that? We are subject to God betting?
Moses. Oh good ol Moses. That poor bastard. Wandered around in a desert for 40 years because he didn't do something right. Well, he did murder someone but he didnt get punished by God for that. Unless tending sheep for a couple decades , meeting your wife and having kids, is punishment.
But get this... Moses hits the rock more times then what God stated (the adam eve thing again) and he doesn't get to go into the promised land that he had been wandering in the desert to get to for 40 years!!!!!
The Israelites or Mosites worship a gold statue. God opens the earth and kills half of them.
David. Sex, sex, and errrr more sex. Oh then lying. Cause it wasn't just sex... it was adultery. Oh and it wasn't just lying.... it then became murdering her husband. Punishment? His unborn child....dies. Sigh.
Solomon....considered the wisest man to ever live. And he got drunk, slept with prostitutes, wasted money, partied, had endless amounts of sex with hundreds of wives concubines and others. Worshipped other Gods. Punishment? Ya none.
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So.....what are the lessons? I have no idea. It all seems like friggin chaos to me. Some people get punished for eating a fruit. Others get punished for hitting a rock. And then some people can friggin do almost the most criminal things imaginable with no God punishment. OR people can do horrid things but then others get punished because of their actions. That is a friggin pisser.
What I do find interesting is that the Israelites were going into kill the Canannites, who were their relatives and that this was a blessed action by God. Remember the curse on Ham? Ham was the father of Canaan. Well guess the curse is coming to fruition. Cause the Sons of Israel are coming to wipe out their cousins.
Anyway, the problems abound as I work through the weight of information that appears conflicting.
BUT to my main point for writing this. What I do find interesting is how Christians (not all but many in my circles) with the legacy, just presented, can stand in judgement of others when they make bad choices in life. All there leaders minus a few exceptions ie the fabled stories are 'fucked up'. They all made mistakes that were horendous.
The greatest problem with evangelical christians is the arrogance of thinking they are better then everyone else (including those amongst them who make bad choices in life). And sadly this has been taught considerably by the modernist who taught that they had the corner on the truth. For example, the bible is perfect. We have the perfect interpretation of the bible. Therefore we are perfect in our thinking and can judge people accordingly.
Every day I watch as people judge me for my bad choices in life, even though I have taken the steps to rectify my bad choices, made amends, etc. I watch as they talk to me, now, as if I am inferior to them. I see the disgust, the disdain, the arrogance, in their eyes, their gestures, their words. It almost becomes debilitating.
Some days you feel like killing yourself. Other days you feel like killing them. And some days you can live in the 'now' and move on. And still somedays I imagine myself preaching to them lambasting them for their arrogance.
I wish at times that I could just sit in a rustic coffee shop with people who wanted to talk about life, love, god, philosophy etc. while I sip on a coffee, laughing, crying, hoping, remembering, or simply quiet and listening.
Instead, I sit with pain, feeling judgment, being made to feel less then nothing, unsure of how to step away from the feelings. I know that thoughts are generated by the 'I' but the I is being influenced by the christian media of judgment right now. I need to figure out how to stop allowing the media to infiltrate the I or to filter it so the I is able to produce thoughts that are good. The thoughts I am having now are eating away at me. They are severing my connection to the 'WE' or to the god collective or whatever it is lol.
I guess in some ways what this is teaching me is that I was grossly dependant upon corporate religion in the same way that I am dependant on corporate oil, energy and agriculture. I must free myself of all these. I must tread a new path and build a new network based on love and not religion. I must build relationships that are fostered on a commitment to love not on a commitment to a denomination or faith group. To put dependance in a faith group forces a person to make decisions that may go contrary to their value systems if they wish to be supported and helped by that faith group. This is unhealthy and foolish.
Perhaps I will write more later.
Eve, duped by the snake, disobeys God.
Adam, duped by Eve, disobeys God.
Cain kills Abel.
All are punished accordingly.
The snake loses his natural born right to walk.
Eve loses her natural born right not to feel pain during child birth.
Adam has to feel the pain of tilling the ground for his food. No more easy picking fruit for him.
God places some visible mark on Cain that tells people not to kill him. Oh and he had to move out of the land. God had to make sure the punishment fit the crime.
----
Noah, gets friggin drunk to the point where he passes out naked, and one of his sons laughs at him and tells his brothers. Well, Noah doesn't get punished but Ham sure as hell did. Hello curse! Great curse.... more about that later.
Babel people. Man they really messed up. They were devising a way to have a universal language. Bad idea peeps. God don't like it when people can apparently communicate with one another..... it could mean they would accomplish anything they set their hearts and minds to.
Abram lies to the pharaoh about Sarai being his sister. Pharaoh gets cursed because he likes Sarai.
So lets recap.
Noah gets drunk.... no punishment. Shem mocks him.... gets cursed.
Babel people build city and universal language and they get punished. Dispersement with new languages.
Abram lies and Pharaoh gets cursed. Holy shit. Lesson? We will get to that later.
----
Abram is given a maidservant by his wife. Gotta love a wife like that! He only did it to have a child. (I am sure he didn't enjoy any of it. Dreadful experience.)
Sarai hates her maidservant and starts beating her. The maidservant runs away with Ishmael (Abrams son).
Sarai laughs at God when God tells her she will have a baby at 90. He confronts her. She lies.
Sodom and Gomorrah. Well, they treated people poorly. Result? Nuke. Well, something similar to a nuke anyway. God played etch a sketch.
Lot was going to let the townspeople rape his daughters. Nice gesture. The townspeople wanted some other type of 'sex' apparently.
Lots wife, well she turned around, when God told her not to look back. Pillar of salt. She was the wanker who turned around.
Recap.
Abram has sex with his maidservant, with the permission of his wife. No punishment.
Sarai, beats on her maidserverant. No punishment.
Ishmael, the son, is blessed/cursed by God? He will be at war all the time.
Sarai lies to God. No punishment.
Sodom. Well, come on, they got what they had coming. Don't give to the poor. Get rained on by fire.
I guess its okay to offer your daughters as sex slaves. No punishment.
Lots wife. Reminds me of an old story. Eve perhaps? Will women never learn? It's like adding salt to the wound.... owie!
----
Lot, well he gets drunk one night and is so drunk that he can't recognize that his daughters
are the ones arousing his genetalia. He has sex with them.... both.... at 2 different x's. Ummm.....can we say.... what the hell?
Abram (now Abraham), has a prepencity for lying to Pharaohs about his wife. Guess what...the jackass did it again! Guess who got punished!? Does that make Abraham an asshole?
Sarai (now Sarah) tells Abraham to boot out Hagar and Ishmael. He does. Poor treatment of another human being comes to mind right about now.
Recap.
Incest and drunkeness. No punishement. For either time.
Can we say.... the wrong person keeps getting cursed? Abraham... loves a good prank!
Okay.... Sodom and Gomorah.... etch a sketch..... Sarah..... ......... ........... cough cough....... .......
Let's skip onto some other ones.
Isaac, Rebekah, Jacob and Esau, and Laban. Oh my god. Let's just call this story the day God stood still.
Samson. Has sex before marriage...lol. Kills dozens of people.
Elijah. Death to many prophets by fire.
Elisha. Some kids call him baldy. Death to kids who call men baldies!!!
Joseph is a messianic archetype so he does nothing wrong. Daniel is the same thing. Presented as perfect people. And then Jesus of Nazareth also presented as perfect.
Job.... too self involved... thinking he knows better then God. Errr..... hold on here.... didn't God make a cosmic bet with Satan to let Satan do anything with Job? Really? And we are okay with that? We are subject to God betting?
Moses. Oh good ol Moses. That poor bastard. Wandered around in a desert for 40 years because he didn't do something right. Well, he did murder someone but he didnt get punished by God for that. Unless tending sheep for a couple decades , meeting your wife and having kids, is punishment.
But get this... Moses hits the rock more times then what God stated (the adam eve thing again) and he doesn't get to go into the promised land that he had been wandering in the desert to get to for 40 years!!!!!
The Israelites or Mosites worship a gold statue. God opens the earth and kills half of them.
David. Sex, sex, and errrr more sex. Oh then lying. Cause it wasn't just sex... it was adultery. Oh and it wasn't just lying.... it then became murdering her husband. Punishment? His unborn child....dies. Sigh.
Solomon....considered the wisest man to ever live. And he got drunk, slept with prostitutes, wasted money, partied, had endless amounts of sex with hundreds of wives concubines and others. Worshipped other Gods. Punishment? Ya none.
----
So.....what are the lessons? I have no idea. It all seems like friggin chaos to me. Some people get punished for eating a fruit. Others get punished for hitting a rock. And then some people can friggin do almost the most criminal things imaginable with no God punishment. OR people can do horrid things but then others get punished because of their actions. That is a friggin pisser.
What I do find interesting is that the Israelites were going into kill the Canannites, who were their relatives and that this was a blessed action by God. Remember the curse on Ham? Ham was the father of Canaan. Well guess the curse is coming to fruition. Cause the Sons of Israel are coming to wipe out their cousins.
Anyway, the problems abound as I work through the weight of information that appears conflicting.
BUT to my main point for writing this. What I do find interesting is how Christians (not all but many in my circles) with the legacy, just presented, can stand in judgement of others when they make bad choices in life. All there leaders minus a few exceptions ie the fabled stories are 'fucked up'. They all made mistakes that were horendous.
The greatest problem with evangelical christians is the arrogance of thinking they are better then everyone else (including those amongst them who make bad choices in life). And sadly this has been taught considerably by the modernist who taught that they had the corner on the truth. For example, the bible is perfect. We have the perfect interpretation of the bible. Therefore we are perfect in our thinking and can judge people accordingly.
Every day I watch as people judge me for my bad choices in life, even though I have taken the steps to rectify my bad choices, made amends, etc. I watch as they talk to me, now, as if I am inferior to them. I see the disgust, the disdain, the arrogance, in their eyes, their gestures, their words. It almost becomes debilitating.
Some days you feel like killing yourself. Other days you feel like killing them. And some days you can live in the 'now' and move on. And still somedays I imagine myself preaching to them lambasting them for their arrogance.
I wish at times that I could just sit in a rustic coffee shop with people who wanted to talk about life, love, god, philosophy etc. while I sip on a coffee, laughing, crying, hoping, remembering, or simply quiet and listening.
Instead, I sit with pain, feeling judgment, being made to feel less then nothing, unsure of how to step away from the feelings. I know that thoughts are generated by the 'I' but the I is being influenced by the christian media of judgment right now. I need to figure out how to stop allowing the media to infiltrate the I or to filter it so the I is able to produce thoughts that are good. The thoughts I am having now are eating away at me. They are severing my connection to the 'WE' or to the god collective or whatever it is lol.
I guess in some ways what this is teaching me is that I was grossly dependant upon corporate religion in the same way that I am dependant on corporate oil, energy and agriculture. I must free myself of all these. I must tread a new path and build a new network based on love and not religion. I must build relationships that are fostered on a commitment to love not on a commitment to a denomination or faith group. To put dependance in a faith group forces a person to make decisions that may go contrary to their value systems if they wish to be supported and helped by that faith group. This is unhealthy and foolish.
Perhaps I will write more later.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
'I'
How we are made I am unsure. How our minds and bodies work alludes me. I think and I know that I am thinking. So it would appear that my thoughts are separate from who I am. They are somehow a creation of my being. They only exist because I allow them to. And so it would appear that I am a creator of some kind. I can create thoughts that will bring about a vision of grandeur or thoughts that will tread upon my grave.
When I sit in quietness there is a restlessness that, metaphorically, tries to break through. Trying to clear the metaphor becomes problematic. Perhaps, simply speaking, it means 'the soul, the real me, the spiritual me, the being is trying to be displayed in action and thought.' Even as I describe this idea, my description is not me. That which creates the idea is the 'I'.
All description of the 'I' falls short because words are unable to express in completeness or with perfection what in fact the 'I' is.
What 'I' do perceive to be true is that the desires of 'I' are different then many of the present human displayed systems of ideologies, cutlural norms/moores, goals and values. The 'I' seems to desire peace, love, acceptance, tolerance, honesty, universal justice until justice is no longer needed because love is displayed by all, and unity in purpose and values. In other words, it appears the 'I' wants all that which could be defined as good to be displayed and thought.
This needs further contemplation. Or it simply needs quietness because it seems when 'I' am not bothered by the invited invaders of my life then I am.
When I sit in quietness there is a restlessness that, metaphorically, tries to break through. Trying to clear the metaphor becomes problematic. Perhaps, simply speaking, it means 'the soul, the real me, the spiritual me, the being is trying to be displayed in action and thought.' Even as I describe this idea, my description is not me. That which creates the idea is the 'I'.
All description of the 'I' falls short because words are unable to express in completeness or with perfection what in fact the 'I' is.
What 'I' do perceive to be true is that the desires of 'I' are different then many of the present human displayed systems of ideologies, cutlural norms/moores, goals and values. The 'I' seems to desire peace, love, acceptance, tolerance, honesty, universal justice until justice is no longer needed because love is displayed by all, and unity in purpose and values. In other words, it appears the 'I' wants all that which could be defined as good to be displayed and thought.
This needs further contemplation. Or it simply needs quietness because it seems when 'I' am not bothered by the invited invaders of my life then I am.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Relational Inconsiderations
Money is not the only thing that usury can be established with. People commit usury even within the simplest of transactions within relationships.
Fickle, is just a random synonym for lazy, afraid or inconsiderate.
To not follow through on verbal commitments is like eating and then regurgitating your food. In the same way your body never receives nourishment those on the receiving end of your promises never see them fulfilled.
To seek counsel from the wise and then not follow it is like receiving a priceless crystal vase as a gift and then smashing it in front of the giver.
Fickle, is just a random synonym for lazy, afraid or inconsiderate.
To not follow through on verbal commitments is like eating and then regurgitating your food. In the same way your body never receives nourishment those on the receiving end of your promises never see them fulfilled.
To seek counsel from the wise and then not follow it is like receiving a priceless crystal vase as a gift and then smashing it in front of the giver.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
John (J part 1)
I first met John in grade 9. It was my first day of highschool and I was terrified. Why? Well a bit of a story but allow me to catch you up. Back in grade 7 there was this big jerky kid who use to bully people around. His name was Derek McNair. He had a twin by the name of Daryl. But one day after a long hot day at school I hopped on the school bus that would take me on the same route I had been taking most of the year. This was the last day of school and thus my last bus ride until September.
When I got on the bus I headed to my usual seat. All of us usually sat in the same seat and all year I had sat in that seat. But this time a big galout by the name of Derek was sitting in my seat. This was a big move on Derek's part. He knew he was picking a fight by sitting in someone elses seat. It was culturally taboo to take another students seat! What was he thinking? Well, as I felt my face growing more inquisitive as I neared him. I simply asked him to move. He said, "Go fucking sit somewhere else." I said, "Derek that is my seat, go sit in your seat." Well apparently we had a guest on the last day of the school who was taking the bus with us. It was some kid who had been labeled all year as a nerd and he happened to be sitting in Dereks seat. BUT there was an open spot still because Derek had his own bench. He never shared with anyone whereas my bench was shared with one of my good friends.
Needless to say what occurred next changed my life. Derek told me to fuck off and then said, "What are you going to do about it?" Well, having older brothers had built up my fighting ability and even though Derek outweighed me by about 70 pounds that wasn't going to stop me from putting him in his place. I reached over the seat, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and yanked him over. I put him in a headlock and was choking him. When the bus driver saw the tussle he kicked us off the bus. The entire bus unloaded to watch the fight.
And so there we stood facing each other. I was so pissed off. This guy had been riding my ass since grade 5 and now I was going to make him pay for the 3 years of crap he had put me through. He came in with a swing and grazed my lip. The problem with that was I had braces. And a simple graze created a bit of blood. I stepped to the side put my leg out and through him to the ground. He stood back up and went to punch me again. I stepped to the side and tripped him to the ground.
This time the audience was yelling, "Jump on him!!" over and over. He got up and for a 3rd time I did the same thing. But this time I jumped on his back. Bad mistake. Somehow he ended up on top of me and there we laid for about 1 minute holding each others arms so that we couldn't punch one another.
A car pulls up and out steps two large guys. I told Derek to end it. It was a stalemate. He said he wouldn't get off unless I said I lost. I told him its a stalemate. The two large guys pulled Derek off and the fight ended.
What happened next was crazy. Everyone was looking at me like I had failed. Then the statements came out. Well Derek won. Zane gave up. Zane has blood on his lip. And I went down in infamy as the boy who got beat up by Derek.
For grade 8 I transferred to another school. Not because of Derek but because my family moved. But even at the new school everyone knew about the fight. It was crazy. And then when it came time for highschool my family had moved back into the area and I would be attending the school where all the people who saw the fight would be attending.
And so when I walked up to the doors of this new school that would house 1400 students, 300 of whom looked down on me because I apparently lost, I was terrified.
It was in this setting that I first met John. He was a friend of a friend of mine. The other friend was Ken West. John and him had known each other for a while. And I had known Ken since grade 4. Surprisingly, Ken was part of another story when I was 11 where I got in a fight with some other bullies. This time I was way out of my league. Oddly enough another pair of twins. What the hell is it with me and twins??
Anyway, these two guys were down the street and one of my friends came to my house saying the twins were causing trouble and picking on them. Well Ken at 11 looked like he was 16. He was huge! And so I got pretty cocky pretty quick and said, "Ken lets go!" Ken followed along. We hopped on our bikes and went down the 5 houses to the location where the twintastrophe was taking place. One of the twins immediately drove up to me and used his back tire to hit my bike. It was hard enough to throw me off balance. I dropped my bike and without hesitation dove into him and knocked him off his bike.
For a moment I was on top of him but only for a moment. Before I knew it he had basically pushed me up and stood up. And there I was facing this guy 2 years older then me. He looked like Goliath and I had no slingshot. And then I remembered Ken. I started backing up and told Ken to step in. Ken gave me a blank stare and wouldn't get off his bike. I couldn't believe it. Ken was the same size as this guy and he was terrified. I knew I was in trouble. And as i backed away from the twin my foot found the only fricking spot where there was loose sand.
And down on my ass I fell. I was thinking, "Ah hell.... of all the friggin luck. Of course I would hit the sand. Now I am going to get my ass trounced." But then all the sudden out of nowhere comes this ominous figure yelling in a high pitched god like, fire and hell is going to fall upon us way. And these two large hands proceeded to grab my hair and the hair of the twin. And THEN the hands began to bang our heads together. It hurt like hell. And then the voice rang clear. It was my mother.
My mother was no wimp. She grew up on a ranch and now for a living worked in the smelter using 75-125 pound jackhammers. She was beautiful but strong as an ox. And when my mother got a hold of you it was an apocalyptic event.
I was terrified yet relieved. Needless to say that was the end of the fight. And my re introduction to a guy who I thought was a giant but who was still a frightened boy on the inside. It would be a couple years later that I would find out why.
And so
When I got on the bus I headed to my usual seat. All of us usually sat in the same seat and all year I had sat in that seat. But this time a big galout by the name of Derek was sitting in my seat. This was a big move on Derek's part. He knew he was picking a fight by sitting in someone elses seat. It was culturally taboo to take another students seat! What was he thinking? Well, as I felt my face growing more inquisitive as I neared him. I simply asked him to move. He said, "Go fucking sit somewhere else." I said, "Derek that is my seat, go sit in your seat." Well apparently we had a guest on the last day of the school who was taking the bus with us. It was some kid who had been labeled all year as a nerd and he happened to be sitting in Dereks seat. BUT there was an open spot still because Derek had his own bench. He never shared with anyone whereas my bench was shared with one of my good friends.
Needless to say what occurred next changed my life. Derek told me to fuck off and then said, "What are you going to do about it?" Well, having older brothers had built up my fighting ability and even though Derek outweighed me by about 70 pounds that wasn't going to stop me from putting him in his place. I reached over the seat, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and yanked him over. I put him in a headlock and was choking him. When the bus driver saw the tussle he kicked us off the bus. The entire bus unloaded to watch the fight.
And so there we stood facing each other. I was so pissed off. This guy had been riding my ass since grade 5 and now I was going to make him pay for the 3 years of crap he had put me through. He came in with a swing and grazed my lip. The problem with that was I had braces. And a simple graze created a bit of blood. I stepped to the side put my leg out and through him to the ground. He stood back up and went to punch me again. I stepped to the side and tripped him to the ground.
This time the audience was yelling, "Jump on him!!" over and over. He got up and for a 3rd time I did the same thing. But this time I jumped on his back. Bad mistake. Somehow he ended up on top of me and there we laid for about 1 minute holding each others arms so that we couldn't punch one another.
A car pulls up and out steps two large guys. I told Derek to end it. It was a stalemate. He said he wouldn't get off unless I said I lost. I told him its a stalemate. The two large guys pulled Derek off and the fight ended.
What happened next was crazy. Everyone was looking at me like I had failed. Then the statements came out. Well Derek won. Zane gave up. Zane has blood on his lip. And I went down in infamy as the boy who got beat up by Derek.
For grade 8 I transferred to another school. Not because of Derek but because my family moved. But even at the new school everyone knew about the fight. It was crazy. And then when it came time for highschool my family had moved back into the area and I would be attending the school where all the people who saw the fight would be attending.
And so when I walked up to the doors of this new school that would house 1400 students, 300 of whom looked down on me because I apparently lost, I was terrified.
It was in this setting that I first met John. He was a friend of a friend of mine. The other friend was Ken West. John and him had known each other for a while. And I had known Ken since grade 4. Surprisingly, Ken was part of another story when I was 11 where I got in a fight with some other bullies. This time I was way out of my league. Oddly enough another pair of twins. What the hell is it with me and twins??
Anyway, these two guys were down the street and one of my friends came to my house saying the twins were causing trouble and picking on them. Well Ken at 11 looked like he was 16. He was huge! And so I got pretty cocky pretty quick and said, "Ken lets go!" Ken followed along. We hopped on our bikes and went down the 5 houses to the location where the twintastrophe was taking place. One of the twins immediately drove up to me and used his back tire to hit my bike. It was hard enough to throw me off balance. I dropped my bike and without hesitation dove into him and knocked him off his bike.
For a moment I was on top of him but only for a moment. Before I knew it he had basically pushed me up and stood up. And there I was facing this guy 2 years older then me. He looked like Goliath and I had no slingshot. And then I remembered Ken. I started backing up and told Ken to step in. Ken gave me a blank stare and wouldn't get off his bike. I couldn't believe it. Ken was the same size as this guy and he was terrified. I knew I was in trouble. And as i backed away from the twin my foot found the only fricking spot where there was loose sand.
And down on my ass I fell. I was thinking, "Ah hell.... of all the friggin luck. Of course I would hit the sand. Now I am going to get my ass trounced." But then all the sudden out of nowhere comes this ominous figure yelling in a high pitched god like, fire and hell is going to fall upon us way. And these two large hands proceeded to grab my hair and the hair of the twin. And THEN the hands began to bang our heads together. It hurt like hell. And then the voice rang clear. It was my mother.
My mother was no wimp. She grew up on a ranch and now for a living worked in the smelter using 75-125 pound jackhammers. She was beautiful but strong as an ox. And when my mother got a hold of you it was an apocalyptic event.
I was terrified yet relieved. Needless to say that was the end of the fight. And my re introduction to a guy who I thought was a giant but who was still a frightened boy on the inside. It would be a couple years later that I would find out why.
And so
Moving from Sniper to a Revolution Eco Living
So rather then Snipe Bush or the Rockefellers as appealing as that may be perhaps eco living is the alternative. Separating ourselves from the need of corporations is the key to taking back our lives.
And one of the ways we can do that is by utilizing the resources we have available to us right now. Uniting with 4-10 families, purchasing enough acreage to farm the land, raise cattle, pigs and chickens. Utilize wind, water and the sun for our energy. Creating a system that will maintain those 4-10 families in such a way that we would rid ourselves of our dependancy on corporate oil, agriculture and energy.
The challenge already visible is that corporations are trying their hardest to control the movement towards sustainable resources and the governments are figuring out ways to tax us. So to learn to create our own ways of utilizing renewable resources is key to our survival and existance. We must reeducate ourselves on how to grow our own food, how to replenish and replant seeds, how to build our own wells, how to build windmills, watermills, solar panels, hydrogen run motors (HHO systems), hygenic products like soap and toothpaste.
And the great thing is. It's all on the internet. Every ounce of information on how to do the above is available for viewing on Youtube and for download on other sites. Our revolution will not be with guns but with a separation of dependancy on the Corporation through alternative living.
We must remain involved in local politics. We must become lawyers, police officers, policital figures, government officials but we must choose to live in eco villages or micro communities that no longer need corporations. We must take back our lives by taking back power over our lives. We gave the power to them. Now is the time to take it back.
Learn. Do. Teach. That is the revolution. Let's take back our lives.
And one of the ways we can do that is by utilizing the resources we have available to us right now. Uniting with 4-10 families, purchasing enough acreage to farm the land, raise cattle, pigs and chickens. Utilize wind, water and the sun for our energy. Creating a system that will maintain those 4-10 families in such a way that we would rid ourselves of our dependancy on corporate oil, agriculture and energy.
The challenge already visible is that corporations are trying their hardest to control the movement towards sustainable resources and the governments are figuring out ways to tax us. So to learn to create our own ways of utilizing renewable resources is key to our survival and existance. We must reeducate ourselves on how to grow our own food, how to replenish and replant seeds, how to build our own wells, how to build windmills, watermills, solar panels, hydrogen run motors (HHO systems), hygenic products like soap and toothpaste.
And the great thing is. It's all on the internet. Every ounce of information on how to do the above is available for viewing on Youtube and for download on other sites. Our revolution will not be with guns but with a separation of dependancy on the Corporation through alternative living.
We must remain involved in local politics. We must become lawyers, police officers, policital figures, government officials but we must choose to live in eco villages or micro communities that no longer need corporations. We must take back our lives by taking back power over our lives. We gave the power to them. Now is the time to take it back.
Learn. Do. Teach. That is the revolution. Let's take back our lives.
The Quadune
I am constantly contemplating the tenants of my beliefs and am readily available to make the transition to what many may call 'universalism' or unitarian universalism. Although I am respectful of Christianity and it would be considered my doorway into what I am now calling the Quadune or maybe even the Quintidune I no longer believe that Christianity holds the only key to uniting with God.
I am working with the idea that we are part of the godhead hence the quadune but my challenge lies in that I am really unsure of any real separation of entities in the god dimension. Perhaps the Triune perspective is only important in our realm of existence but in the eternal realm of existence we are all simply god. But even within our realm I would argue that we become a part of the godhead when we utilize the keys to open the door to god. When we forgive ourselves, forgive others, release guilt, and choose to live a life of love we reconnect with what Christians call the godhead.
The Quadune would be only relevant within christian circles and quickly dismissed by most of their scholars, whether orthodox or evangelical . The Quadune would be a concept of including humans within the godhead.
The Quintidune would be a way of simply saying that the fifth part is simply all other gods and belief systems. Perhaps we should call it the Infinitune. In other words, all narrow roads lead to god :) The road is love. Love leads to god. love unites us. So any god of any faith that promotes love, forgiveness and reconciliation is part of the infinitune.
Or we could call it the Monotune. It's all the same god. And we are all them.
I am working with the idea that we are part of the godhead hence the quadune but my challenge lies in that I am really unsure of any real separation of entities in the god dimension. Perhaps the Triune perspective is only important in our realm of existence but in the eternal realm of existence we are all simply god. But even within our realm I would argue that we become a part of the godhead when we utilize the keys to open the door to god. When we forgive ourselves, forgive others, release guilt, and choose to live a life of love we reconnect with what Christians call the godhead.
The Quadune would be only relevant within christian circles and quickly dismissed by most of their scholars, whether orthodox or evangelical . The Quadune would be a concept of including humans within the godhead.
The Quintidune would be a way of simply saying that the fifth part is simply all other gods and belief systems. Perhaps we should call it the Infinitune. In other words, all narrow roads lead to god :) The road is love. Love leads to god. love unites us. So any god of any faith that promotes love, forgiveness and reconciliation is part of the infinitune.
Or we could call it the Monotune. It's all the same god. And we are all them.
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