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.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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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