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WALKING ON THIN ICE

Everythingis part of ALL

Communication is slightly confusing to me sometimes; I can accept rain. Breeziness was felt on my left air, right side of face a little numb. Left ear the hum of Reality.

The commentary of the toilet lid in a bathroom, the soberness of morning. Mandy asked a question along the walls.

Everythingis part of ALL. I believe everyone is forgiven, and I do. Everything seems better, and I want it to be so. I do not want you to feel that you can’t talk candidly but sometimes I do.

Take care, take care, and have a great day.

I always want my ears to ask, and perceive answers.

Lady

On Libya: Let the amount of deaths be minimal. Let it be so.

We are changing perspective and recognizing that air strikes are not humanitarian aid.

The UN is going to investigate the violence in Libya (http://www.thehindu.com/news/international/article1505727.ece), and it seems possible that Muammar Gaddafi (alternate spelling Moammar Gadhafi) will step down.

I say this because the opposition in Libya seems to be having some success. Take a look at this article: http://www.commondreams.org/headline/2011/03/01-8

It is possible, based on the information I’ve read of the opposition so far, that Gaddafi will step down from internal pressure. It will be interesting to learn more about El-Senussi and his perspective, and the history of Libya and social movements in Libya.

According to the article, Pro-Gaddafi militiammen were repelled by the opposition supporters when they tried to overtake Zawiya on March 1st. The article also says, “The cities of Misrata east of the capital and Gherian to its south also appeared to remain in opposition hands, as was virtually all of the east of the country, including several key oil fields.”

I spent some time trying to learn more about the opposition forces, and who they really are. Marc Ginsberg, the former ambassador to Morocco (appointed by Clinton), wrote an article on the subject. He says that there’s a fear the fighting could revert into a “Spanish Civil War” stalemate with Libya disintegrating into factions and tribal regions divorced from a central government. I disagree with his assessment (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/amb-marc-ginsberg/who-is-in-charge-of-the-l_b_830647.html) based on the fact that he was appointed by Clinton, has contributed to Fox News, and is very business oriented. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Ginsberg)

There IS one part of the opposition movement that gives me hope, and with which I can agree fairly fully. The group’s name is “The Libyan Islamic Movement for Change.” What I really like about this group is that it is unarmed, and is composed of “communists, socialists, liberals and partisans of democracy in the country and civil societies making various activities.” This group aims to change Libya by peaceful means. Let it be so.

The movement, which includes members of religious movements and members of previously arrested Islamic groups, is calling on the Libyan people to join them, peacefully. Let it be so. (http://english.sunnionline.us/Articles/Articles/2551-who-is-who-in-libya-the-opposition-and-islamic-movements)

The exiled crown prince of Libya, Mohammed El-Senussi, who seems to have some stake in the situation (and sympathy from the West as he’s been living in London since 1988), says that military intervention should NOT happen. I agree very strongly. Let it be so.

“Let me be clear. There is a difference between a no-fly zone and military intervention and the Libyan people do not seek external military involvement on the ground. That will not bring about the peace and freedom that we crave,” said El-Senussi.

Let the amount of deaths be minimal. Let it be so.

Not only is the UN planning to investigate, but EU leaders are going to gather on March 11 in Brussels for a summit to deliver a response to the crisis in Libya and the Arab world. However, the EU might have an economic stake in the outcome. So a resolution provided solely by the EU is not sufficient for action. A resolution provided by the UN, if supported by a lot of the Arab nations, might be sufficient for a better course of action. And please remember to take into account Libya’s own crown prince’s words–that he feels military intervention should NOT happen. I agree, and I also want Gaddafi and Gaddafi’s forces to cease killing people immediately, and I do not want foreign (US) intervention in Libya at this point, save for possibly, UN peacekeepers.

Also, we must take into account the relatively higher standard of living Libyans enjoy and the relatively high life expectancy. The information we’d been receiving in popular media outlets in the West about Libya and Muammar Gaddafi (a.k.a. Moammar Gadhafi) was incomplete.

By the way, I find this wikipedia article very interesting:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Gaddafi_International_Prize_for_Human_Rights. Here is the list of recipients:

1989 Nelson Mandela
1990 “The children of Palestine”
1991 The indigenous peoples of the Americas
1992 The African Centre for Combating Aids
1993 “The children of Bosnia and Herzegovina”
1994 The Union of Human Rights Societies and Peoples in Africa
1995 Ahmed Ben Bella, Francisco da Costa Gomes
1996 Louis Farrakhan
1997 Gracelyn Smallwood, Melchior Ndadaye, Melba Hernandez, Manal Younes Abdul-Razzak, Doreen McNally
1998 Fidel Castro
1999 “The children of Iraq”
2000 Souha Bechara, Joseph Ki-Zerbo, Evo Morales, the Movement of September, the Third World Center
2002 Mamado Diaye, Roger Garaudy, Ibrahim Alkonie, Jean Ziegler, Nadeem Albetar, Ali M. Almosrati, Khaifa M. Attelisie, Mohamed A. Alsherif, Ali Fahmi Khshiem, Rajab Muftah Abodabos, Mohamed Moftah Elfitori, Ali Sodgy Abdulgader, Ahmed Ibrahim Elfagieh
2003 Pope Shenouda III of Alexandria
2004 Hugo Chávez
2005 Mahathir bin Mohamad
2006 ?
2007 Libraries of Timbuktu.
2008 Dom Mintoff
2009 Daniel Ortega
2010 Recep Tayyip ErdoÄŸan

Lady

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Data has been coming in to me today. It has been hard to handle.

At some point today, I whimsically wondered if Christ is an antenna. And if the cross is an antenna. And if the sun is an antenna.

Brother’s radio comes on, plays “All we are is dust in the wind.”

My ipod song immediately plays, “5546,5 – Suddenly there’s a valley plays”

I immediately google 5546,5, wondering what it could refer to, and find “Helicoil 5546-5 M5 x 0.8 Metric Coarse Thread Repair Kit”; this seems to allude to a “helical antenna.” I find it very intriguing, especially since I had just wondered about the sun being an antenna.

I write a note, “How would aliens communicate with us? Or God? Could a sun be an amplifier of a signal?”

I do some more chatty stuff with googling and the radio, debate solipsism with it, etc. I feel more and more compelled to tell people about the antenna and the song.

Other things come up intimating that I am an incarnation of Christ or that there is nothing other than me, although I am having difficulty accepting this perception and am skeptical of it as an incomplete understanding of a situation. Christ is an antenna and “me” is a rough thing to delineate.

I am convinced that I need to write. Am agitated, because I feel that I have a responsibility to be working as well. But it seems that the communication stream is very insistent upon me writing.

I write a long narrative (I’ll attach a link to it later) and the songs seem to get very angry at me.

Mom comes in, was out. She said, “You wouldn’t believe the things that happened to me today, a weird string of coincidences.”

I tell her about my stuff in a roundabout way, about the struggle with feeling compelled to write a narrative, yet feeling very torn and tired with it all.

Our Internet connection won’t let me do any work. I check connection again by trying to go to Facebook, and find this entry as the first entry on 2:58 p.m:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/02/23/3146111.htm?section=justin

Christchurch in New Zealand article–the first time I come across it. I guess it happened last night? I don’t know. I haven’t been watching the news. “Rescuers have had to amputate limbs to free survivors from collapsed buildings in earthquake-hit Christchurch, police said this morning, estimating 100 people remained trapped in the rubble.”

3:01 p.m. I turn on my Ipod to see what song comes up.
Assassinate (Take 1) Visite du vigile by Miles Davis

(I’m thinking that it is commentary from God-concept/superconsciousness that it has the power to wipe out towns.)

3:03 – A lecturer comes on–the title is track 23. Words from the lecture: “I never tell people who won.”

3:05 – Next Lecturer Brooks Landon comes on my ipod, with the lecture, “Prompts of Explanation…” and it seems to reinforce the idea that I should write, reflect, and comment upon my experiences.

3:34 – Our Internet is still bad, unless it has to do with things I feel compelled to do, like post this post.

Lady

Track 23 makes me think of the 23rd psalm:

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

Footnotes:
Psalm 23:4 Or the valley of the shadow of death

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Also, the reference to “valley” makes me think “crater” –

Also found out that sunspots can cause earthquakes. http://www.thunderbolts.info/tpod/2005/arch05/051221earthquake.htm

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This is an ominous post, I know–I’ve been going through this mystical experience and am hoping to write more about it.

I was hoping that we could actually think our way through to a better possibility, and make some radical changes to our way of life to be better citizens of this big ball of information, this “ness” that we’re in. But some of the this seems to be coming to me as a mandate from this superconsciousness–a mandate that it could use the sun, if it wanted, to try and make us be better stewards.

I feel guilty about the people of ChristChurch as I had prayed to the sun that perhaps it could disrupt or augment cell phone communications if this would help the bees survive. I’ve also asked the sun to prioritize the earth as an organism first, with its animals and plants and currents and insect world, and to consider us as an afterthought, but that I hope that we can be better people on this planet. I’ve also asked the superconsciousness to try to treat every sentient entity compassionately for the net benefit of all perceiving entities, with an equitable distribution of luck and joy.

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I am resolving to make some changes, to change as much as I can to be a more cautious consumer of energy. As much as I can.

nausea, crime & punishment, atonement, solar, freedom


flora – foto by Smith

I sometimes try to keep up with “the” literary novel. Had a bad run at it lately though.

I decided to reread Nausea by Sartre (1938) because I first read it when I was young and faux-cool and couldn’t remember word one of it and anyway it was laying around here because Lady had purchased it and then in her mania one day while taking a bath she read one random sentence of it and declared “I’m not letting this into my mind” and tossed it. It’s basically a story of a young guy whining about being alive and I hated it so much that I had to make it my bathroom book and read five pages at a time on the toilet – sort of like putting new shit in while I was letting old shit out. I even accidentally left it at the Laundromat one week when I had but 12 pages left and was happy I was done with it, but unfortunately the next week the laundry attendant gave it back to me so I gritted my teeth and finished it, hoping unsuccessfully there’d be something in those final pages to make it worthwhile.

Then my music jamming friend insisted I read Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment (1866), which turned out to be a much much longer much more tedious story about another worthless young man whining about being alive. Once again I made it my bathroom book. I actually gave up on it three times, but there it was preening before me each time I had a bowel movement and I knew it was important and famous and maybe if I just kept at it it would reward me. It was even worse than Nausea, probably because it was older and way longer and each character had half a dozen different names and I didn’t care enough about any of them to keep them straight.

Another literate friend insisted I read McEwan’s Atonement (2001). It was well written but the story was about a bunch of rich selfish aimless duplicitous shallow people I didn’t care about at all and the story just got more and more ridiculous and of course was filled with more unhappy whiners.

So I had no excuse for trying to read Ian McEwan’s Solar (2010) except that all the reviews were ecstatic and I knew he knew how to write and so I got it from the library. More shallow rich people whining about life. At least this time I had the common sense to quit halfway through.

Which brings me to Jonathan Franzen’s recently published Freedom (2010). It’s his fourth novel and Time magazine was so impressed they put him on the cover and Oprah chose it for her book club. It is full of unlikeable people doing unlikeable things and again I quit three times, but each time the selfish shallow unhappy characters lingered in my mind and I returned and I found myself reading more and more about people I didn’t want to be reading about and about two-thirds the way through when he started weaving in Bush and Cheney and Iraq and the neocons and the Jewish lobby I still didn’t like the people but became interested in the story. And then Franzen did what I thought was impossible — after 540 pages of distasteful stories about despicable people, in the final 22 pages of the novel he turned the whole thing around and made me actually care about them and their lives and the suffering and stupidity it took to finally get them to be decent human beings and he touched me.

Before Franzen did a U-Turn with my brain and impressed the heck out of me I was thinking why would anyone spend so much time writing such a long sad unhappy story about people I’d just as soon never meet — and in pondering this I realized I recognized some of my own inner anger and selfishness and shallowness in several of his characters and it caused me to pause and try a little harder to be less of an asshole.

Kudos, Mr. Franzen.


exit – foto by Smith