106. It is my duty to expose the danger, evil, sickness, cancer… of the status quo; just as MLK and Gandhi demanded

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds-vDKjK4_w

What use is a vaccine that does not make the body sick?   What use is a vaccine that the body does not try to kill?   Does not try to crucify?  I don't know that the medical science is as straightforward as that, but that's the prevailing wisdom, or certainly it used to be. 

I can only loosely paraphrase Dr. King who being criticized for 'upsetting things' said that 'the purpose of unviolence was not to create tension, was not to upset people, but that it was to reveal the hidden tension, to reveal that people, and the way of good, were already upset.  

I've shared often, and for decades it's been clear to me that if those who can't abide the status quo of needless suffering and needless death, if in the sick body of today's humanity they're not getting crucified, they're not doing the job. They're of no hope.  If they are getting crucified, that doesn't mean they're doing the job; they may be needlessly bastards, abusive, arrogant, hypocrites, taunters, ranters.  But if in a sick body the vaccine is not getting crucified, attacked; if the body's not attempting to kill it, not hostile to it, bearing it in ridicule, slander, deliberately perverting its message, and dismissing, diminishing... if the vaccine is not provoking such responses it is not doing its job; it's of no hope.

Gandhi said, 'I'm asking you to fight, not to provoke their anger; I'm asking you to fight against their anger.'  He further said, 'The duty of the unviolent warrior,' and I'm giving him words that I think he might like better, 'the duty of the unviolent warrior is to provoke a response.' 

The duty of the vaccine is to provoke a response.  This is NOT license for the unviolent warrior, but rather, a grave duty and responsibility to do wisely, constructively, responsibly with never a spec of self-indulgence or animosity, but courageous service of each and ALL.

PB Post: Kid - "I'm glad the gator got my arm and not my friends.'

Moore Haven 17-year-old describes fighting off 10-foot alligator attack

http://www.palmbeachpost.com/news/news/local/moore-haven-17-year-old-describes-fighting-off-10-/nPqn5/

This Global Warming is Wearing me Out

I'll survive.  But oh my goodness, have we ever wrecked things already.

It is cooler today by about 10 degrees, but my body is saying, 'ENOUGH HEAT!'  My work pace, my contribution pace is slowed by a good 30-50%, just trying to focus, stay sharp.

Thank goodness for the water fountain a block away where I can douse my shirt and bandana.

What are you allowing to be done to our children and grandchildren?

Loving

vid 'What Use is a Vaccine that Doesn't Sicken the Sick Body?' S. Loving

http://youtu.be/ds-vDKjK4_w

Transcription to be sent on, later.

Loving

'When does a Family member Relax while Loved one's Face Peril? Uh, NEVER.' S.Loving

When does a Family member Relax while Loved one's Face Peril? Uh, NEVER.  Right? RIGHT?

Here's my point.  There is a glimmer of increased Hope with this Heatwave from Hell - Wash Post spoke of it this morning, how finally, not ice bergs in the arctic, but ice cubes destined for gin and tonics are melting in ruling class DC fridges that are still without power from this killer weather.

No question that Gaia is trying, still trying, to wake us in time.

When does a Family member Relax while Loved one's Face Peril? Uh, NEVER. Right?

When the legislation is assured, 1. TOTALLY Unhiding the Wreckage Costs, and B. Totally Redirecting Subsidies from Future Destroying to Future Restoring,  will a loved one relax then?  Well, for a moment or two.  ONLY FOR A MOMENT OR TWO.

Why not relax longer?  Remember how much true justice the war to free the slaves brought to the slaves?  Uh.  None, virtually none.  Satan doesn't sleep, but we in our complacency sleep at every hint of improvement, don't we?  Every hint.  Wishful thinking paves the road to, well, Hell on earth.  IF we drove, like we uh, 'fight' for what's Good, well, we'd never survive a trip to the grocery store.

As the founder of Intel, Grove subtitled his book, "Only the paranoid survive."  True. In this case, 'Only the 'children' of the next 2000 generations survive, if we today are DULY Paranoid.'

Loving u

Much more to follow - 'Giving, Spending one's Life for our Neediest, what ALL the Joyful are Dying for.' S. Lovng

Much more to follow - 'Giving, Spending one's Life for our Neediest, what the Joyful are Dying for.' S. Lovng

Here's the path. NYT, OBAMA: "we’re not going to have other people carrying your burdens for you anymore.”

1st, cigarettes,

2nd  Health Care Reform...

3RD, - UNHIDE THE WRECKAGE COSTS - PUT IN TODAY'S CARBON FUEL BILLS, NOT OUR CHILDREN'S BILLS.  "PAY YOUR OWN WRECKAGE COST FEE and Dividend" 

"IT IS NOT A TAX.  IT IS NOT A TAX. IT IS NOT A TAX."

The cost of reassembling your car in the shop, IS NOT A TAX.  IT IS PART OF THE BILL.

Here's the path. NYT, OBAMA: "we're not going to have other people carrying your burdens for you anymore."

http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/07/01/obama-aide-rejects-tax-label-for-health-care-law/

(Which came first, the chicken or...?) God's 'Chosen' are God(Good)-CHOOSERS.

(Which came first, the chicken or...?)  God's 'Chosen' are God(Good)-CHOOSERS.

Loving, here. A "Marines" shirt I proudly wear now

The court houses are 1.5 blocks up, and during the week, I've become appropriately comfortable with using one of their many rest rooms as a lav, and even to do some discrete washing up - shirt, hair, undershorts....  but not pants.  And the jeans I've been wearing 24/7 for 3 months now are well, yeah.... 

P____, a 25 year old ex Marine, now in the Secret Service, introduced himself a week ago.  He's from the upper South, adores his dad, a carpenter, horrified at what nothing's his contemporaries back home are, either sized me up quick as a citizen of courage, decency, commitment, heard it from others in the service, or both.  Probably both.  Last night he brought an old pair of his jeans that to his inquiry last week I said I could use, and totally unexpected, his Marine's shirt, that now I proudly wear; his having spotted my most treasured possession, my Marine belt warn in several mideast tours, green, elite Marines, given me by K____, Secret Service, several years ago, easily one of the relationships I most in my life treasure.  "Give me a military man to fight alongside any day.  Don't give me any cowards."  Gandhi. 

Since day 1, the one and only group that has respected deeply me and my courage, and unviolent warfare is the Secret Service.  We aren't pals.  They are professionals.  I'm a professional.  But the deep mutual love and respect is an extraordinary, shockingly unexpected privilege for me, year, after year....  They worry, fret, watch over me more than you do [a note to a dear friend].  Oh, sure, Embassy is their responsibility, they don't want a corpse on their beat....  But it is way more than that.  A.  These are our citizens that have sworn to take a bullet for the president.  B.  They are people of courage and they recognize and revere others of courage, discipline, duty, commitment, cause, seriousness of purpose....  And, small c. More and more they are 'getting' that tragically, I know what the frick I'm talking about regarding the Hell that all the little one's in their lives, and their fellows in arms, face, if we don't stop this criminal use of carbon fuels. 

I wear what, Love, the Creator, has given me -

Belt -K, Secret service; Shirt - P, Secret Service;

Pants - Secret Service; Boots - M, Secret Service;

sleeping bag - 32 Yr Peace Vigil Thomas wife Ellen;

umbarella - woman smart enough to divorce me after 50 years;

sandals, backpack... - kids of the nurse/Guardian Angel that numerous times has kept me literally alive thru my campaigns these last 11 years;

rain cape - local museum worker that is grateful for my work.... 

Oh, and from the local, national anti-global warming and activist communities?  I wear, uh, scorn, ridicule, rumor, gossip, innuendo, slander, lies, hostility, fear, shunning, wish for my quiet death?  No, this is the Truth.  A dwindling few in Occupy being the stunning, hopeful exception.

BTW, the storm last night -

It was a tsunami of Wind, a Wall of wind.  I've never seen anything like it.  I'd expected to weather it on the sidewalk, by my suitcase, in my makeshift garbage bag / sleeping bag / blue tarp contraption, but the wind was too horrible, throwing big stuff like matchsticks, that I thought better of it and ran with my sleeping stuff up to the top of the Can Emb stairs, and watched it go thru for an hour.  Micro-burst? Near-tornado?  Was sure my suitcase, that I left, was gone for sure.  It stayed.  Seems the Creator wants me here, for now. 

However, next time I'm more likely to weather it on the sidewalk.  Awesome for the cause if my head were bashed in by a flying whatever, in front of the Can Emb, because of our pouring warmth in to the atmosphere.  Damn useful press it would be. 

Huh.  Who woulda thunk?  If you put heat under a pan of still water, it, uh, begins to churn, furiously.  Huh.  Who wudda thunk that if you did the same thing to an ocean of relatively mind air pouring warming gas into it, it would do the same thing?  (Answer:  Anyone not clinically sociopathic, psychotic, older than 3 years.)

Loving

nd 'Properly understood, 'Faith,' means' Vision for what's possible, way beyond the norm.'' Loving

nd 'Properly understood, 'Faith,' means' Vision for what's possible, way beyond the norm.'' Loving

Death Fast Restart - The two deaths that must be avoided

Death Fast Restart - The two deaths that must be avoided

 

In each of my last two or three fasts, abstaining from food, the notion that without an army there is no hope has come to the fore, powerfully on numerous occasions, and then receded.  It has not receded because I've re-thought the idea.  Rather it's been crowded out by other important considerations; and this has occurred without my consciously recognizing or controlling process. 

 

Any and all hope for the human species, on its deathbed, and all life which we humans are on the cusp of irredeemably exterminating; all hope lies in an unviolent army, by whatever name, whether it conceives of itself that way or not, though it would.  Not one person, not ten people not 1000 people alone, will change the course of history.  So all hope lies in the formation of an INSHE army. 

 

How does one person with this conception best do their part of bringing about such an army?  As it relates to averting environmental Armageddon, for Loving, there seem to be three choices:  1. Be what the soldier should be, do what the soldier should do; which is to return to death fast, to restart the death fast.  2.  The polar opposite, valid choice for Loving, is to be the best possible Sgt. Foley, the best possible Yoda.  3.  Is there a #3?  The death fast was premised, per se, on the answer being yes!  And, to the degree that it was premised on the idea of blazing the trail, sinking the pilot well, this was the correct option.  But subsequent to the death fast starting, among the things that have changed are, a. Loving's view that there are not, anywhere, remotely ready recruits to the army has intensified, sadly; b. the notion that everything depends on the army being formed, has taken yet another leap toward the center of Loving's strategic vision; and c. Loving has developed in his capacity and self-recognition as a Sgt. Foley, among the only (the only?) in significant part through the development of "Resurrecting the INSHE Warrior in You – a Personal Trainer."

 

The notion of gravity has occurred to me as a concept helpful in grappling with the underlying truth.  Gravity like that which can be exerted by the moon.  To attract people out of the Matrix - was that most likely to occur if: a. those who first got out – lived nobly and were quickly all killed, and no longer existed any of them, so they were lore, a myth, historical examples; or b. would those in the Matrix best be served if in their time there still were living examples?  And that pretty well answers the question doesn't it?  Living examples, barring any overriding situational imperative.

 

So for those outside the Matrix - Neo, Morpheus, the thousands of others, there were two deaths that they owed to the entire human species, two deaths that they owed it to them to avoid: A. the death of their Hearts to the head and the flesh; the death of their humanity, to say the same thing another way.  The instant that they, recognized or unrecognized, that they allow that death, no longer were they a counter to entropy.  B.  Their physical death, because likewise, pretty much the instant that they allowed their physical death their hopefulness to those with pulse in the Matrix all but vanished.  

 

If what's just been said is incorrect, that could be seen in thinking of the INSHE warriors of history.  How much did their positive gravity diminish when they died?  Clearly it did not diminish entirely.  Did it diminish at all, did it increase?  Is Dr. King's life an example?  It seems that with his death, so too died the true insanely humane warriors that had been fighting alongside him.  They became pseudo-warriors, fake warriors.

 

If the historical record can be trusted, Jesus death had the opposite effect for about 200 years, spawning an INSHE army of thousands, and maybe much more. But he saw initial recruits, if only a dozen or so; and Loving sees maybe one; no disrespect to anyone else.

 

This is very important to wrestle to the ground, because whether it's the strategy for Loving or some other INSHE warrior, this remains central to strategy.  And it seems that both deaths must be avoided at all cost, except that the time and circumstance override - the most specific of circumstances by timing, readiness of others to pick up the work, and thereby, the existence of an army, at least in it's earliest stages of formation.

 

I've been down this circular road, before, but I experience becoming better at it; learning more each time.

Comments? Death Fast Restart - The Matrix, not V, is the Analog

Death Fast Restart - The Matrix, not V, is the Analog

Among the few living INSHE warriors, insanely humane unviolent warriors, those living today, there's been a powerful tendency to view the movie V, as the analogous metaphor for many, most of today's social justice issues, from the viewpoint of the most emotional left.  And it's been clear to me that's incorrect.   We in America are not fundamentally the victims of a plot, anymore than alcoholics in a neighborhood saturated by liquor stores are victims of a plot.  Victims of circumstance, yes.  But not victims of a plot.  It's not a predator, prey situation.  It is the dealer – addict situation.

At the time that my nervous system had concluded that devoting my life society's way was insanity, a waking vision, nothing mystical, occurred to me as I looked out over my Boston office campus. That all that I saw, all that I was living was as though an alien race had imposed this on the human species and caused us to view it as optimal, but in fact we were working for their existence and gratification, and to the detriment of our own.  Years later the movie the Matrix came out.   And since it came out it has been at the forefront of movies that most show us the insanity of our it current choices; though we scrupulously refuse to 'see' what it so clearly shows us about ourselves. 

But it was only this morning that an aspect of that movie, Matrix, occurred to me, and it's monumentally important.  What occurred to me was that the humanoids in the Matrix, the physical bodies were not victims; they were not captives.  They were addicts from birth.

And the crucial implication of this is - is it conceivable that masses of them would want to leave the only life, the only existence that they've ever known?  I am unable to conceive of circumstances that could cause that; and if I really push myself it includes centrally the notion of masses of fellow Matrix-ites that have chosen to happily 'recover' from the Matrix, and are somehow unmistakably better off as a consequence.

Those in the Matrix are the quintessential affloholic's. 

Alcoholics, only the tiniest proportion never knew existence before alcohol.  Most knew life before alcohol, and possibly this is a major advantage in an attempt to return to 'normal.'  And yet the recovery rate for the alcoholic is in the neighborhood of 6%, 7%, given the best-known treatment even with that 'advantage' of knowing life before addiction. 

What if a child is addicted to alcohol in the womb, and the alcohol continued without ceasing after birth - what if that child never knew existence without alcohol?  What would the chance of recovery be?  That child was never a human, even physiologically, if a human is that which our DNA would produce.  That child was not the product of DNA but a product of DNA plus a toxified, addictive environment. 

The direction of this morning's revelations, they take me further down the road that has been unfolding for me in recent years.  They represent a heightened clarity; a sharper vision, as it relates to environmental Armageddon, and how Loving's life is to be spent, in the context of that most dire of all looming holocausts.  What is there for Loving, the INSHE warrior, to do, when the population has been Affloholic since birth?  This is not a human population.  It is a humanoid population, but it is not a human population, the last of which may have been my father's generation.  I don't know.

At what point does the likelihood of mass cure becomes so low, so remote, that attempting to bring about a mass cure is foolish, the work of a fool?  The medical team coming upon a body with absolutely no vital signs - if they make no attempt to revitalize the body, have they accepted defeat? Have they quit?  Or simply, are they sane?

A tip of the spear, non-affloholic army would be the only prayer, and the work of forming such an army, the only work.

Death Fast Restart - It may not be my time yet

Death Fast Restart - It may not be my time yet

And who would you have me compare myself to - Donald Trump?  Dick Cheney?  George Bush II?  The sports figures that are in vogue?  The media figures that are in vogue?  Never have, never will, but in many circles I would not be criticized for that.  But in comparing myself to Gandhi, King, Jesus, Alice Paul, Diane Wilson... I open myself to near certain ridicule from all quarters.  So be it.

Paul Farmer was the founder or co-founder of Boston based, internationally focused Partners in Health.  Dr. Kim, previously at Dartmouth, was the other cofounder, now head of the World Bank, or soon to take over there.  Paul Farmer's easily one of the world's most respected humanitarian doctors, health systems for the neediest, in the world, for his work with Haiti, and the farthest, most inaccessible regions; with successfully fighting drug-resistant TB all over the world.  And do you know where he claims to have gotten the basis for his morality?  The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, and there is no indication that he is kidding.  So, laugh it up.  Ridicule if you like.  Wisdom is to be found everywhere, except mostly, we want not to find wisdom, anywhere.

Obi-Wan Kenobi fought and fought and fought…, his body always in the way of the harm, and yet sometimes not.  For a long time he retreated to a remote planet, it was neither his time to die nor his time to fight.  And then he found it was his time to fight, and then he found his time to die.  

Jesus ran from his would-be killers on numerous occasions; not to suggest he ran in fear; but strategically he assessed that his life would not best serve by being killed at that time. 

This must be my eighth time of understanding that I was called toward death's door, to death's door, and yet this time it was clear to me I was called through death's door, this death fast.  And I correctly heard the Call, as I have every time before. 

Yet it seems that it is not yet my time. I'm not certain of that, but that's the way it's looking. The process of creating "Global Warming's Death. Fast," and the companion book "A Personal Trainer for the Insanely Humane Unviolent Warrior" have change things and changed me, and changed most importantly the field of battle with which I'm presented, and on which I choose to fight. 

Particularly the "Personal Trainer" is a profoundly important work in its potential. Tolstoy's "Gospel and Brief" may be the most important book on the planet; Tolstoy being one of the most widely read authors in world history.  And yet who's heard of, let alone read the "Gospel in Brief?"  It could be and maybe should be the most widely read book on the planet.  Tolstoy did his job in seeing, and writing what he did.  We haven't done ours.  Who's read it, who's heard of it?  So I'm not suggesting that the "Personal Trainer for the Insanely Humane Unviolent Warrior" will be read.  Seems unlikely.  Maybe no one, almost no one will read it.

But what it's grown in me, and what it represents is hope that in me physically staying alive, that may increase in weeks or months somehow, the likelihood that others will read take it to heart. 

Until about a week ago the Personal Trainer was 95 characteristics of the insanely humane effective warriors throughout history, unviolent warriors.  Now it's a hundred and five.  And number 100 is - No unviolent Army, no hope.  These are assays that simply organically unfolded within me, and the number was established by what unfolded, not by me.  That essay number 100 has taken particular prominence in my mind - No unviolent Army, no hope.  Central to this death fast is the notion that when 1000 people are seen dying in front of the Canadian Embassy, global warming will stop. And it will not stop before.  Well, that's an army of 1000.  But more centrally it's the idea of an army.  And I've come to the view, and it's been suggested to me, but tragically I seem to have to figure everything out for myself, I listen deeply, but I still have to figure everything out myself.   I seem to be today's Sgt. Foley from "An Officer and a Gentleman."  I hate that. I wish there were 10,000 that I saw, Sgt. Foley's.  But I don't. So, what does the one Sgt. Foley on the scene do?  Die?  Before there are others to replace him?  Depends on the time, and the circumstance. 

It was clear on one of my prior to hunger strikes, 50 days in front of the White House, this notion that everything depended on an Army, the notion of INSHE warrior occurred to me at that point in time.  And it has come back into the fore in my mind, that all hope, whatever tiny hope there is for humanity depends upon that emergence of an Army of insanely humane unviolent warriors.  And me returning to death fast at this moment is not the best way for me to do that, maybe. 

Now there was a moment when Obi-Wan Kenobi surrendering to Darth Vader's light saber blow was the time for him to physically exit so that spiritually he would take a greater prominence than ever before. That's the same decision that Jesus made.  That's the same decision that I want to make.  Timing. Circumstance. OTHERS TO TAKE OVER.

But having said that, none of the three made the decision per se.  They recognized the conditions, they recognized and respected the situation, they recognized the opportunity that existed largely outside of their control with respect to its very nature, with respect to its timing. They didn't create all the circumstances, but they recognized when it was time and they recognized when it wasn't time.

This death fast has changed things.  It's changed me; it's changed people around me, it's opened avenues of at least visible communication; Start Loving is on the mind of people that didn't know he existed three months ago.   That was totally unforseen by me.  But, there it is. 

So instead of resuming death fast on July 4, Independence Day, I suspect I will not do that. But I don't know yet.

The other thing that's come clear in my mind or clearer, has returned to clarity because again, on one of the prior two hunger strikes it had achieved a clarity in me, that they're different ways of 'dying' for a cause; whether that cause is  new countertops,  a date with that girl, keeping one's job, liberating India, gaining civil rights, averting environmental Armageddon.... 

Nothing significant happens unless one is dying for the cause.  Ever.  But there are different ways, and a trillion slippery slopes.  How easy it is to create deceptions for ourselves. The excuses, the temptations are near infinite, and impossibly aggressive.  How near impossible it's been for 40 years for so-called activists to escape the delusion.  Not 1 in 100,000 of them have been dying for a cause, and the only people who were fooled were themselves and their co-delusionists, the other activists.  [The conservatives, the Republican's aren't fooled; this is the major reason for their detesting, being revolted at the left, and understandably so.] All evidence is that these 'activists' are not dying for a cause because people don't respond as though they are.

But Teresa of Calcutta over how many decades was clearly dying for the cause of the destitute in Calcutta.  Stephen Biko in South Africa who struggle against apartheid was clearly dying for a cause months and years before he was captured by the South African police thugs and beaten to death. 

Such a slippery slope.  Those that attempt to die, other than physically, for a cause, of that small population not 1 in a million avoid deceiving themselves - and has their pulse continue to beat, but escapes the temptations at self delusion. 

I was admonished recently [laughter] to take the  Buddhist 'middle way.'  It was well intended but what hogwash.  However there could be a correct middle way.  And for Jesus to survive as long as he did was the correct middle way.  For Obi-Wan to fight as long as he did was the correct middle way.  For Loving to fight as long as he has and to fight with pulse a bit longer, appears to be the correct middle way.