LEONARD PELTIER: LET HIS SPIRIT FLY FREE...

THE GRAND FORKS HERALD reports that Leonard Peltier has lost yet another appeal in his murder case of two Federal agents at Pine Ridge Reservation in 1975...

No surprises here. Would you set someone up and then let them off the hook? I know... all stories have many sides. Maybe he DID do it, but probably not... Do the facts matter? Somehow, I hope there is a parallel universe where people like Leonard Peltier are free and offering the gifts of wisdom their situations have given them. In that parallel universe, every sneaky history re-write from Pearl Harbor to Waco to 911 is out and obvious to all... and with the awareness of those stories, some sort of bizarre grace sets in, so that revenge never crosses anyone's mind. In that universe, folks UNDERSTAND TheDesperate and why they do what they do... they understand AND they say "enough". It is a place of the WideAwake... and everything's OK. Hey I can dream can't I...???
Vim

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BISMARCK, N.D. - The government had the right to prosecute American Indian activist Leonard Peltier for crimes that occurred on a South Dakota reservation, a federal appeals court has ruled.

Peltier is serving two consecutive life sentences for the deaths of two FBI agents during a 1975 standoff near Oglala, S.D., on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. He has filed numerous appeals since he was convicted by a jury in Fargo in 1977.

In the latest appeal, Peltier and his lawyers argued that federal courts have no jurisdiction over Indian land.

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The Immigration Psy-Op... FWIW...

This is in response to the post by mailbag at RMN entitled: EMAIL FROM AMERICAN WHO LIVED & WORKED IN MEXICO-UNBELIEVABLE

Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...

I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...

How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...

This is all very sad...

Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...

Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...

Some things I think I think,
Vim

Some Thoughts on the Immigration Thing...

This is in response to the post by mailbag at RMN entitled: EMAIL FROM AMERICAN WHO LIVED & WORKED IN MEXICO-UNBELIEVABLE
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Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...

I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...

How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...

This is all very sad...

Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...

Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...

Some things I think I think,
Vim

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Ode to a TV News Anchor...

I'll apologize for this before I even get started. I wrote this awhile back after watching David Johnson anchor the evening news on a Pittsburgh TV station. It made me wonder how a person ends up reporting news. It also made me realize that all news IS bad news. Doesn't he get tired of all the blood and gore and the dark side of humanity? The underbelly of the city? Are news anchors born with a rush that must be maintained?

This is partly auto-biographical too, because my earliest memory ofthe 11 o'clock news show was on Friday nights that I stayed overnight with my grandmother. She's the one who gave me Johnny Carson, too. Three cheers for comic relief. I don't watch news shows anymore. There's enough fear and adrenaline for the predators without my contribution. Anyways, this is what it is. Take what you will from it... And remember... Good news DOES happen, even if ya have to look for it...

Vim

ODE TO A TV NEWS ANCHOR

Johnny was a baby
Not so long ago
Babblin’ and smilin’
Grabbin’ at his toes
In total isolation
Wallowing in bliss
Never realizing
The news he daily missed
No one thought to tell him who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain't any good news anymore

Johnny’s world got bigger
At Grandma’s Friday nights
News show at 11
Faces big as life
His little heart a pounding
As sirens pierced the night
And Grandma’s snowy TV screen
Brought the world to life
Listen
And they’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore

Now he’s off to college
Pencil on his ear
Tablet in his pocket
He’s got a new career
Suzie won the contest
Panthers won the game
None of that for Johnny
Borders on insane
Listen
And he’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore

Now he’s hit the big time
Wears a suit and tie
Sitting oh so pretty makes me wanna cry
Shuffling his papers
Ever in the know
Cuz Johnny’s now the Anchor
On his own TV news show
Listen
And he’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore

Our Two Most Important Investments...

I cannot remember who wrote this or said this. It has been many, many years since I heard it. But when asked what the most important investments are that a person can make in light of the coming changes and economic instability, the answer that was given was this:

The two most important investments a person can make are:

1.) KNOWLEDGE

2.) TOOLS

Learn how to DO things. And buy the tools you need to do them. Not everyone can buy silver. Not everyone has cash on hand for gold. But when plumbing goes bad, the man or woman who can fix a leak will be the millionaire. We will be bartering for services some day... probably sooner than later. But if we KNOW things, like how to grow medicine, bake bread from scratch or how to fix a car engine, then we will have something valuable to trade.

It isn't only about precious metals, although by all means, go that route if you can... But it is also about learning a new way of functioning in smaller networks. Make a list of everything you know how to do. Make a list of the tools you have to do it with. Buy what you need while you can. And then be willing and ready to offer what you have to the people around you.

And above all, don't panic. All the elements are present. They will rearrange a bit and then proceed. We are all important cogs in the new wheel... remember that!

Yours,
Vim

Read It Here! Gospel of Judas...

I grew up in a religious tradition that insisted the Bible to be totally inspired and complete. I often doubted it. And asked of those supposedly 'in the know,' "but what if more scriptures are discovered, and they say something different?" I was assured it would never happen... all that being said with the Nag Hammadi lying around being translated/published as we spoke. And now the Gospel of Judas surfaces. I'm delighted! I'm sure my professor is mortified... Oh well. Bring on the gospels.

For a full treatment of the Gospel of Judas with some great links, check out Michael St.Clair's post over at RumorMillNews... Here's the link...
SPIRITUAL THRILLER: TRUE JUDAS GOSPEL PUBLISHED
To read the text of the gospel, click the link below. Here's how it all begins...
Enjoy... or not.
You choose,
Vim

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THE GOSPEL OF JUDAS

Translated by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst, in collaboration with François Gaudard

From The Gospel of Judas

Edited by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst
Published in book form complete with commentary by The National Geographic Society.

Copyright (c) 2006 by The National Geographic Society.
All rights reserved. No part of this translation may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the National Geographic Society.

INTRODUCTION: INCIPIT

The secret account of the revelation that Jesus spoke in conversation with Judas Iscariot during a week three days before he celebrated Passover.

THE EARTHLY MINISTRY OF JESUS

When Jesus appeared on earth, he performed miracles and great wonders for the salvation of humanity. And since some [walked] in the way of righteousness while others walked in their transgressions, the twelve disciples were called.

He began to speak with them about the mysteries beyond the world and what would take place at the end. Often he did not appear to his disciples as himself, but he was found among them as a child.

SCENE 1: Jesus dialogues with his disciples: The prayer of thanksgiving or the eucharist

One day he was with his disciples in Judea, and he found them gathered together and seated in pious observance. When he [approached] his disciples, [34] gathered together and seated and offering a prayer of thanksgiving over the bread, [he] laughed.

The disciples said to [him], “Master, why are you laughing at [our] prayer of thanksgiving? We have done what is right.”

He answered and said to them, “I am not laughing at you. are not doing this because of your own will but because it is through this that your god [will be] praised.”

They said, “Master, you are […] the son of our god.”

Jesus said to them, “How do you know me? Truly [I] say to you, no generation of the people that are among you will know me.”

FULL TEXT: GOSPEL OF JUDAS

Thoughts on "The Enemy"...

The average Joe Citizen believes Arabs are the enemy…we are fighting for freedom.

The enlightened citizen believes Bush/Cheney are the enemy…we are fighting for oil.

The really enlightened believe the reptilian ETs are the enemy… we are fighting for star gates.

The liberated know that they themselves are the enemy… and are no longer fighting at all.

Some Things I Wanna Know...

When did God become a Republican?
When did the USA become the Kingdom of God?
When did a person's opinion of Bill Riley become the standard by which a person's love for God is measured?
When did God start hating Arabs?
When did they become "the devil?"
When did it become a just thing, to consider nuking Iraq and enslaving the Arab world.
When did Jesus's followers become so starved for blood?
How gallantly we "wave the banners of God while weilding the weapons of hell."
And WHY?
Why do we NEED to WIN?
Why are we so obsessed with exterior "purity?"
What do we hope to gain by obliterating our "enemies?"
Isn't the real enemy within? ...our own hatreds? ...our own fears? ...our own failures and insecurities?
We can kill off the entire population of the planet and still never come close to the truth of our pathetic selves...
We hold the key to peace in the palm of our hand...

...if we want it...

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God...

COUNTDOWN: Only Ten More Days...

Only ten more days til one of the surest things in life...at least for the moment. Times change.
Sing it George...

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TAXMAN
by
George Harrison

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.

Don't ask me what I want it for (ha ha Mr. Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more (ha ha Mr. Heath)
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.

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Bits o' this 'n' that about Taxman:

--George Harrison wrote this. The music was inspired by the theme song for the popular 1960s TV series Batman. George loved the show. (thanks, Brett - Edmonton, Canada)

--This is a bitter song about how much money The Beatles were paying in taxes. People with high earnings pay exorbitant taxes in England. Many successful entertainers leave the country so they can keep more of their money. As a result, The Beatles - as well as The Who and The Rolling Stones - spent a lot of time in America and other parts of Europe as "tax exiles."

--Harrison: "Taxman was when I first realized that even though we had started earning money, we were actually giving most of it away in taxes."

--"Mr. Wilson" and "Mr. Heath" are mentioned in the lyrics. They are British Prime Ministers Harold Wilson and Edward Heath, who were being scorned in the song for contributing to English tax laws.

THOT: We feed the beast, we can starve it, eh?

TAXMAN

Bob Dylan & A Possible UFO Connection...

OK...take it or leave it... There are some who read here who know what this article is talking about first-hand, either by experience or observation. Dylan himself says he does not know how some of these tunes/lyrics came to him. This article mentions "The Band" too. I have spent some time with their drummer Levon Helm and he is otherworldly for sure. Read and see what you think... anything's possible:

There have been innumerable attempts to see past the artistic guise of Bob Dylan's lyrics and poetry to what underlies his genius-what the actual creative process is that results in Dylan's lyrical outpouring and what the bedrock of inspiration is that he seems to have drawn on so effortlessly for more than 30 years.

I am here to suggest an explanation that has, to my knowledge, never been previously offered-UFO contact. I base this on a fairly rigorous study of UFO interaction with humans and a listener's fascination with Bob Dylan that I began as a 12-year-old in 1970.

Let me first give some background...

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BOB DYLAN & UFO CONNECTION

For the Odd and the Thwarted: You May Be "Indigo"

There is light in this world. If you were born in the 60's - 80's [or slightly before or after], and feel like you've always been the oddball on the planet, you may be what is called "Indigo". Harships you have experienced may be part of a Dark Agenda to keep you de-activated. The website posted below offers a list of characteristics that you may be familiar with... I am posting this here as an exercise in empowerment. To know who and how we are, gives us focus and perhaps will serve to activate us into the best purpose/life we can offer in these changing times.
Vim

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These are some of the qualities and challenges that First Wave Indigos experience. Most Indigos can relate to at least 90% of this list:

~ Were born en masse between 1969 and 1987 (With stragglers before and after).

~ Highly intelligent in their "Own Way."

~ Are literally "wired differently" than other people.

~ Many have strong or unusual Psychic and Telekinetic abilities.

~ Have extraordinary levels of compassion.

~ Can relate well to children and or the elderly.

~ Many times get along better with animals and nature than people.

~ Have a bond/connection to the trees, and nature in general.

~ Creative, inventive, and very intuitive.

~ Involve themselves in human/animal rights efforts.

~ Have an innate sense of "oneness" and connectedness to all of creation. Get confused and disturbed when others don't share their reality of "at-one-ment."

~ High capacity for love, and therefore others may feel uncomfortable by their intensity.

~[LIST CONTINUES AT LINK]

~One trademark that a high % of First Wave Indigos have, is living through extreme hardships as children, teenagers, and young adults. Many were born into family situations that were physically, emotionally, spiritually and psychically abusive. These Indigos had to figure out how to balance and keep their inherent integrity levels, while being subjected to painful and life shattering experiences. A large % were inplanted in such horrendous situations as: organized crime, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and even ritual/cult abuse & mind control. It is also common for First Wave Indigos to have some kind of Alien encounters.

[There seems to be a Dark Agenda on this planet to keep Indigos from waking up and taking on the mantle of power they have inside. That is why so many Indigos have been sucked into such harsh and debilitating environments. The dichotomy is, that Indigos innately know that in order to transform the corruption, pollution, and dysfunction on this planet, you have to go inside to the core or mind of the system to know how it operates and thus how to change, alter and bust that system. Indigos came here to bring order and balance back to a planet in chaos…..and headed for distraction. I believe that Indigos are the 5th element that has come as part of "The Cosmic Clean-up Crew" to rid the planet of corrupted consciousness and physical/energetic diseases that are imprisoning, destroying and mutating all life forms here! ]

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FIRST WAVE INDIGOS

Normal

how

can I write
about that
with which I have
no experience
elusive
fluctuating
I grasp
and you disappear
how I stare

with longing
at that box
into which
I will
never
fit

Death's Gate...

No wonder I am fascinated by Death
It is the portal, the vortex, the stargate
The nearer I am to it
The closer I am to me
I came from there
Will I see anyone from home?
Just one glimpse of the soup from which I sprang?
Death – gate – bridge
Death angel – knows
Knows me
Knows mine
Brings me sights and sounds of home
May I pass through?
Must I still wait?
How can anyone be afraid of you?

The War We Can Do Something About, But Will We?

Something to consider:

"All outward forms of change brought about by wars, revolutions, reformations, laws and ideologies have failed completely to change the basic nature of man and therefore of society.

"As human beings living in this monstrously ugly world, let us ask ourselves, can this society, based on competition, brutality and fear, come to an end? Not as an intellectual conception, not as a hope, but as an actual fact, so that the mind is made fresh, new and innocent and can bring about a different world altogether?

"It can only happen, I think, if each one of us recognizes the central fact that we, as individuals, as human beings, in whatever part of the world we happen to live or whatever culture we happen to belong to, are totally responsible for the whole state of the world.

"We are each one of us responsible for every war because of the aggressiveness of our own lives, because of our nationalism, our selfishness, our gods, our prejudices, our ideals, all of which divide us.

"And only when we realize, not intellectually but actually, as actually as we would recognize that we are hungry or in pain, that you and I are responsible for all this existing chaos, for all the misery throughout the entire world because we have contributed to it in our daily lives and are part of this monstrous society with its wars, divisions, its ugliness, brutality and greed - only then will we act."

--Juddu Krishnamurti, FREEDOM FROM THE KNOWN

Iran and the Upcoming Solar Eclipse... March 29

I received this email from my friend Sparkfx regarding the energies of the upcoming solar eclipse on March 29. I am posting it for your consideration. Be informed and be NOT afraid. These things must come to pass, but pass they will. As without, so within. We can use these times to observe ourselves and our thoughts and our own inner conflict/s. To see is to be free.
Vim

Iran could get hot this week...a friend of mine is an accomplished astrologer (vedic) I mentioned to him today I thought the upcoming eclipse could involve iran based on some of my own analysis and this is what he just sent back...

"Regarding the upcoming eclipse, it's a nasty one...besides the fact it falls on the day of the Vedic new year (meaning it'll set the tone for the whole year) the nakshatra it falls under is uttara bhadrapada, symbolized by the funeral cot. Of course this portends continued losses of life through war, famine, and natural disasters, and the negative effects of rainfall and agriculture in various parts of the world--and it's one of a set of nakshatras called “the scorching pair,” so I expect to see fire involved, too.

"And this eclipse falls at 14 degrees Pisces, which puts it in an exact conjunction with the Moon of Iran. So this likely brings Iran to centerstage in terms of world politics...could very well be the way you see it!"

From my view I see the Pluto/Galactic Core/Hades aspect but the eclipse could be quite a trigger especially conjoining Iran's moon!!!!! Wow

Take care, Sparkfx

My Kind of Test...

Somebody play the theme from 'Twilight Zone' for me!

Just killin' time and dabbling in the mystical.

Check out their site...

if you DARE!;-)

Thoughts at a Lunar Eclipse...

In this confusing world, perhaps the better question to ask is NOT 'what is the answer' or 'what is the solution' but rather, 'WHY do we NEED the answer/solution.' I say this because every once-in-awhile, I stop myself mid-search [take your pick on what it IS that a person could search for], and I look at myself in that searching process and it suddenly begins to look pure-silly!

Here I am, a goddess, a divine energy, royalty. And I'm here in the denser worlds rummaging around and trying things on for size and I get so engrossed [fascinating word] in this place that I momentarily FORGET who and what I am and actually believe myself to be 'lacking' in some thing or bit of information. And then I panic and go on the proverbial rampage, looking for this or that and just hoping something will fill in the gaps of whatever it is I think I've lost. I am momentarily consumed.

But then this little nudge happens and I stop for a moment and I LOOK at myself and the fog clears and I remember! The actual fact of the matter IS: We lack nothing, inCLUDing answers. Our questions are a diversion. Our research is a distraction. Our foray's into the jungle of problems and solutions and questions and information are all great things to keep us from the simplicity of who we really are.

To ask is to never know. To search is to never find. The answer comes in abandoning the search. For to SEARCH is to assume that something is lost. Right? I know it's a bit 'out there' but the whole idea is hitting me with the moon gone dark momentarily and all the energies gone to hiding at the same time. When she re-emerges, we'll see what comes to light with her.

WUOPE: The Lunar Eclipse

Taking Matters Into Our Own Hands...

To the pseudo-governments of the world in any and all forms in which they appear:

You will never figure yourselves out.
You pull at us and prod and waste our time.
Always front and center.
You hog center stage with all of your wheelings and dealings and manipulations.
Nobody matters but you.
You are the big bad wolf huffing and puffing and blowing our houses down.
You count on us to watch you in horror and adoration.
You You YOU are all that matters.
But you're not.
I hope you don't mind if I walk out.
I got things to do.
All those things you "claim" concern about and power over.
All those things that never get done.
All those things you regulate and control and push us away from.
Well, that's where I'm heading.
That's what I'm gonna do.
Join me or stay outta my way.
We don't really need you.
Never did.
We can do it ourselves.
Always could.
The game is up
We’re taking matters into our own hands.
The private sector abounds.
And when you finally collapse in a heap and hopelessness, I'LL be here, I'LL care, WE'LL be helping YOU without the red tape and magic hoops to jump through.
Just stand back.
We’ll show you how it’s done.
Capiche?

Rant by Vim

Sorrow...

“Everything is sorrow.” – the Buddha

I have tried my whole bag of tricks
Anything to make it not so
My highest joy and deepest grief
All experienced in this limitation
My joy is limited
By this body
By this life
This confinement
This sentence imposed upon my life
At the beginning of beginnings
And over and over again
Take thy God-ness
And wrap it up tight
Pretty packages
Dreadful packages
Evil and Good and Indifferent packages
And ne’er a ray of light be seen
Shining from within
Sealed off
Veiled over
Roped off am I
All is sorrow
Everything "trouble as the sparks fly upward"
Is the bag empty?
The few remaining tricks are tossed
I get it now
No need to continue
The experiment of limitation…
Designed to reveal limitation
Is a supreme success
NOW WHAT?

A Word Portrait for 6.5 Billion...

The world's population is said to have surpassed the 6.5 billion mark today at 7:16pm EST [see article here]. Lest we get down on anyone, that's you and me that are part of that number. I heard that the planet has gotten crowded because everyone wants to be here for the big show. The transition. The end of time and life as we know it. Maybe so. If we all manage to hang on, there will be 7 billion of us by 2012. Will we get ourselves figured out by then. That remains to seen.

In honor of this great population milestone, I am posting this thoughtful poetic portrait of mankind, painted by one of my favorite writer-bloggers Gary J. Introne. Take the hand of your nearest fellow earthling and enjoy!

5. THAT SIMULACRUM OF LIVING I WITNESSED ANEW:

And just like that it was dark out and the cold winds were blowing and there was a white hoarfrost on everything and the entire scene was tinted by that white and the lame sun arose slowly like a too-heavy tomb of life encased in its own orb and the orange turned to yellow turned to white itself but a white too weak to prosper and the dead-seeming world lingered well past its prime as the depths of the day met the ice of the nights and soon enough everything was over and the entire length and breadth of creation had died and withered and rats scurried in early daylight seeking something anything new and the few birds left tried living as they’d done but found it hard and the shortness of days met the long lengths of night and the calendar itself - having drifted from joy - seemed staggered and sorry with its very own blight but along the reaches of the sour earth trailed mankind - tired and soiled and weary and done - and their souls as one all sought for the light and their souls as one tried reaching for that which they wanted (but had forgotten to ask for) and betrayed by emotions their tired heels wandered slowly amidst sorrow and danger and cold and deprivation and want - millions and hundreds of millions wandering between whatever seeking consort seeking comfort seeking all that once had made them glad but finding nothing instead but conflict and cant and the tiresome palaver of blemish and rant - FOR THESE ARE all mankind’s days and they are numbered and finished soon and as the death sinks into the earth so too do they themselves - like the shortness of days - wither and die before rebirthing again.

The Thanksgiving Story
blogged by
Gary J. Introne

Billion-Year-Old Carbon...

There is something Mother Earth does that I didn't notice until today. She catches soldiers when they die. It isn't a bad thing. It's just that she is there. And when his life begins to end and his body sinks down, it is she who gathers him up. As if to say:

"There, now. I will hold you. I will take your blood into my Self and love it well. Lay on me and take your rest. I am not going anywhere. I will stay here 'til they come for you. I will release you only reluctantly, but when the ceremony is finished, I will hold you again in my arms. To them you were a soldier. To them you were enemy and hero. To me, you are flesh of ash and blood of dust, water and carbon, and that is all. That is enough for me. Whatever you have done, whatever has been done to you, it matters not at all. You are my child."

We walk on her day after day, and eat of her fruits. She gives us breath and protection regardless of our ideologies. We don't always notice her. But she - to the very end - notices us...

Vim