An Evolution



AN EVOLUTION

AN EVOLUTION

We control evolution. We can. God, my God, gave us that power.  My God gave to me a gift--to use or be destroyed for lack of use, not by God, but by those who see something they want and can’t have, unless the one with the gift is willing to share it. People get  angry if you possess a gift and don’t use it. They see it for their betterment too. They don’t necessarily care if you have the gift--only that you don’t hoard it. And I can see their point. Governments however, once they see a gift, want to own it, for their eyes or purposes only, which puts all other countries at a disadvantage.  With the gift comes a responsibility, whether one wants that responsibility or not. It seems unfair in a way. Where’s the freedom of the person with the gift? It’s sort of like being rich. If you’re rich, you bear the responsibility of making the lives of others more comfortable, because we alfll know that being rich is a gift too. No one person, no matter how talented or hard working, deserves to hoard the resources others need to survive. God, my God, doesn’t work that way. If you happen to acquire by good (or bad) fortune more than your share, it comes  with the territory that you share that good fortune with others less fortunate than you--not with others as fortunate--and not as a domination tool, but as an equalizing tool.
We control evolution. Not forgetting offenses committed against an individual, group or nation, where all you can muster is a reaction of outrage and retaliation at the next sequence of horrific events, in absence of a solution or a plan to make sure it doesn’t happen again, eats you up, like gangrene, mutates, like cancer. So where has obsessing on that which we should never forget gotten us? Back to the beginning that’s where. I’m looking for an ending, while everybody else stays stalled in the limbo of revenge. Limbo is hell. I don’t know◊ why anybody could think otherwise.      They used to teach that babies not baptized never quite make it to heaven or hell when death takes it’s physical form from earth. What a destiny--a fate of pure torture--one inflicts upon the children of this world, never gaining the privilege of belonging to the heaven or hell club designed not by my God, but evidently yours. Where one sends their children after death, speaks volumes about a species’ need to control----even in death--the destination and destiny of another. That a child be sent to limbo, never to see the face of God nor to know God’s grace, because you forgot to dash a few drops of water and mutter a few words over it’s body before it’s demise, tells you pretty much where you are--as a test--on the evolutionary scale of development. Don’t use as an excuse that it’s all about symbolism.  You teach it. When you teach it you’re responsible for the ramifications of the teachings.
That one still hunts, among other anim÷als for their food, eating the flesh and blood, and bathing in it too (soap), even making houses and clothes and medicine from the murderous actions supported by the religious and governmental laws of any land--even as entertainment, sacrifice and ritual--in place of the plants found in abundance throughout the planet, tells you pretty much where you are--as a test--on the evolutionary scale of development. Of course, some evolve quicker than others. If we all evolved at once, I wonder what would happen? Chaos, perhaps. But perhaps not. The mind set needed to evolve presents itself before the action needed to carry it out, and before the action, a plan. The mind reads the map, then follows the plan. The map is the  plan. So, if we all evolved at once, we’d all have the plan in time to act.
Where has obsessing on that which we should never forget lest it happen again gotten us? Back to the beginning that’s where. Since last we met, I could tell you how our automobile ˚tie rods, brakes and shift cable all broke a few days apart from each other within a two week period after the last Word Warrior Alert eventually got mailed by the CIA--well, not all of them--some people didn’t receive copies that were mailed. Some countries in particular. The CIA didn’t want everybody to know what the Bush’s do in the White House for entertainment--at least not before the elections. Revenge, THEY call it--for views, which they don’t appreciate. Most people involved in dirty deeds, don’t appreciate the truth of their dealings revealed and in fact will go to great lengths to stop them. And they didn’t want some foreign country to think some old handicapped woman living in Cleveland, Ohio could solve the world’s problems when they couldn’t.
Attempted murder--the tie rods, brakes and shift cable--is what I call it, and so would anybody else with a clear thinking mind. To add insult to injury, all were reported in the diversion section of the newspaper, prior to their occurrence--where the Êword on the street is offered for a mere thirty-five cents per day.  But talking about it, screaming, or obsessing over it hasn’t worked to stop it--in fact, the nonviolent approach doesn’t seem to get anybody’s attention. It seems we all need someone to become violent, before we’ll listen to their gripes--and that’s precisely why people use violence, because talking doesn’t work. If it did, we would have done it by now. So all this preaching I’ve done about dialogue and negotiating failed miserably. People know there’s nothing to lose by refusing to listen or to talk, as long as somebody doesn’t drop a bomb on them. So, the bomb is the tool we’ve come to associate with getting somebody’s attention--or the threat of it becomes as effective. We can kill millions of people with one stroke, President Bush keeps whispering in thundering icy tones--and he could. He does as the terrorists do. Threatens to use it, then uses it, then cries you made me do it. Same old recycled trash.
But vio€lence doesn’t work either, because threats and usage lead to threats and usage by your opponents--or their allies: some unknown for the very purpose of keeping secret those who can impose revenge, thus chaos, so the  target doesn’t know from whence or whom the attack originated. Even when you totally subdue a nation as the U.S. did to Japan with the atomic bomb, Japan is again considering taking up arms--after how many years? Not long of an effect--that deterrence of the bomb--even with millions of casualties.
Did I mention that the Lutherans breached my husband’s teaching contract, right after they canceled my health insurance? Did I tell you that the Jews where I live taped an eviction notice on our door, telling us to leave? followed by a big gotcha in the diversion section of the paper? So what do I do now? Talking doesn’t work. Yet, I am party to a covenant that will not support violence. Gathering evidence, while sharpening my warrior skills to out smart the enemy--is about all there’s left to do. By the time I’m done THEY won’t need an arresting officer, judge and jury--just a jail cell and a cell mate will do.
I work differently than before. I don’t get stuck in ruts, like the Americans and the Jews,  having to solve the same problems the same way. If something doesn’t work, I try something else. As long as I don’t compromise my foundation, everything goes. The problem with Ariel Sharon and Condoleeza Rice is that they, for pride sake, must keep using the same strategy, forcing it to work so they can attest that it did. I’m light years ahead of everybody, because I don’t like being stuck. When stuck I work to get unstuck. When stuck, they keep spinning their wheels thinking the spin will propel them out of the rut they’ve dug themselves into. Well, dirt doesn’t spin quite that way. If you drive your car onto a flood plain and get stuck, you don’t drive out, because you think you can. You get towed out. Those who insist on driving out, will be there till the car rots. For fear of losing the car, they’ll stay with it, as the world turns without them. I’ll leave the car, walk out and find a phone or a bus  stop. When you insist on winning a race you already lost, you’re still racing when everybody else has gone home. Go home. 
When people from the shadows poke sticks at me, I see the stick, but not the face behind it. I feel the pain, but when I scream for them to stop, I don’t know who I’m screaming at. It sounds like George Bush talking about faceless terrorists. I thinkk I’m talking about him and his capital gang. I won’t, however, do as he does, use violence. I won’t allow them to provoke me to that point. That he does, shows his weakness--and the whole world sees him as weak. We could be setting the example, instead we’ve joined the ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’ club: The elite international private club of the world’s most renowned terrorists. We missed a golden opportunity to set the world straight by example. Instead we chose brutality, atrocity, humiliation, and one upping our offender: who can make the most spectacular explosion, kill the most people. Tough talk--even with tough action--is always seen as weak. If one cannot control their emotions, one is categorized as weak. Bombing is the highest form of emotional response that exists in the world today. You’re really bawling when you bomb.
Ariel Sharon is a perfecÀt example of  out  of control. The more violent and outrageous he becomes, the smaller his stature, his country and his supporters around the world, as perceived by everybody else. Being a Jew has nothing to do with his lack of world support for whatever it is he’s trying to do. The goal and the plan are the problems. So, I’ll give up for a while--take a vacation away from it--then come back to circumvent, which is my God’s specialty. That’s what my God teaches me to do. Violence in the short run may bring some satisfaction, but only at the rage level. The next morning everybody regrets it. But what’s done can’t be changed and they’ll all say the same things: they deserved it; they brought it on themselvesÀ. Yes, having already committed the revenge really does make your conscience a conscience. 
But, alas, my covenant won’t allow it. That option has been weeded out via evolution: the evolution of me. For as long as one controls their thoughts, plans and actions, they control their own evolution. Two years down the road I’m not going to revert to some old testament to justify my blood lust, should that ever happen, or change the rules when somebody more powerful than I decides it’s in my best interest. This whole business of making changes, then changing back flies in the face of progress, flies in the face of becoming more not less civilized. The whole meaning of progress is to move forward, not backward. æ
The rage that motivated me for so long must end, allowing me to move forward, in a progressive, productive motion--in absence of its tyranny against me. I am free to do that. So, for now the PLAN is  to put on a back burner, that which so grossly offends that it causes the world to become physically and mentally ill as a result, for merely reporting the offense, I’ve discovered, doesn’t change it.  Then, as a way of circumventing, since it is the word of God that my oppressors fear and reject, because they know that God really is speaking through me and they need validation not criticism for their views and it must be on their terms in their language, and so that they don’t continue to win b.y silencing the Word Warrior, I need to focus on that which needs to happen to keep the world and its babies out of limbo, while stopping those who through their ignorance, prejudice and greed relegate us all to a secure place beneath the carpet of their hypocrisy, which they happen to be standing on. Only when I can turn off the fires that fuel my own rage, can I effectively solve the problems of my own world, thus the rest of the world. When that rage subsides, I can replace the flame I need to motivate myself to action with a fresh flame of hope. It is that flame of hope that will ignite the hearts of the world, making peace through nonviolence an exhilarating alternative to violence fueled by rage. It isn’t easy, because just as I turn the fires of rage off--those who want to keep me provoked to jus   tify their own hateful actions, strike again and again. So, as I tumble, God reaches down to pick me up, because of the covenant, because of the trust, and shows me a way to circumvent--with a cooler head than that of my enemy.
To the Palestinians God says never surrender to any person or nation or ideology which deems themselves chosen by God to  diminish  you  by   forcing you through humiliation to submit to their will. It is the devil in the person, the nation and the ideology which fuels the fires of prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter. For the God in you to emerge you must call on it in absence of those five flaws. God’s power can only demonstrate itself under those conditions, well...and a few others independent of you. When done in unity, no matter how seething the heart, the spirit will prevail. You needn’t feel peaceful in order to act peaceful, but you must act peaceful in order for the power of God to neutralize the power of evil. George and Ariel are fueled by the devil; their hearts are evil, because their ideology and foundations are based on the five fatal flaws. So this is circumvention--for me: 
I must learn to write under the conditions of terror, because those conditions will not change in a country run by dictators in the White House who perform as puppets for the industries which I will be redesigning, in God’s words. And when dealing with people from the shadows, too cowardly to show their faces, again, learning to write under the pressure of threats and disruptions wilál be something I simply must adjust to--if I am going to continue the work God has assigned for me. The United States of Israel has declared war against me for my views. The only other alternatives would be to give up or to become their mouthpiece, neither of which are options for me. God’s daughter does not surrender to terrorists. Use your own imagination by picturing how words of agreement with George Bush and Ariel Sharon might sound coming from this Word Warrior. When you can do that and feel repulsed, you’ll know what side of the issue you need to be on.  This is a test, of where you stand on the evolutionary scale of development.

We control evolution. We can. God, my God, gave us that power. My God gave to me a gift – to use or be destroyed for lack of use, not by God, but by those who see something they want and can’t have, unless the one with the gift is willing to share it. People get angry if you possess a gift and don’t use it. They see it for their betterment too. They don’t necessarily care if you have the gift – only that you don’t hoard it. And I can see their point.

Governments however, once they see a gift, want to own it, for their eyes or purposes only, which puts all other countries at a disadvantage. With the gift comes a responsibility, whether one wants that responsibility or not. It seems unfair in a way. Where’s the freedom of the person with the gift? It’s sort of like being rich. If you’re rich, you bear the responsibility of making the lives of others more comfortable, because we all know that being rich is a gift too. No one person, no matter how talented or hard working, deserves to hoard the resources others need to survive.

God, my God, doesn’t work that way. If you happen to acquire by good (or bad) fortune more than your share, it comes with the territory that you share that good fortune with others less fortunate than you – not with others as fortunate – and not as a domination tool, but as an equalizing tool.

We control evolution. Not forgetting offenses committed against an individual, group or nation, where all you can muster is a reaction of outrage and retaliation at the next sequence of horrific events, in absence of a solution or a plan to make sure it doesn’t happen again, eats you up like gangrene, mutates like cancer. So where has obsessing on that which we should never forget gotten us? Back to the beginning that’s where.

I’m looking for an ending, while everybody else stays stalled in the limbo of revenge. Limbo is hell. I don’t knowwhy anybody could think otherwise.

They used to teach that babies not baptized never quite make it to heaven or hell when death takes it’s physical form from earth. What a destiny – a fate of pure torture – one inflicts upon the children of this world, never gaining the privilege of belonging to the heaven or hell club designed not by my God, but evidently yours. Where one sends their children after death, speaks volumes about a species’ need to control – even in death – the destination and destiny of another. That a child be sent to limbo, never to see the face of God nor to know God’s grace, because you forgot to dash a few drops of water and mutter a few words over it’s body before it’s demise, tells you pretty much where you are – as a test – on the evolutionary scale of development. Don’t use as an excuse that it’s all about symbolism. You teach it. When you teach it you’re responsible for the ramifications of the teachings.

That one still hunts, among other animals for their food, eating the flesh and blood, and bathing in it too (soap), even making houses and clothes and medicine from the murderous actions supported by the religious and governmental laws of any land – even as entertainment, sacrifice and ritual – in place of the plants found in abundance throughout the planet, tells you pretty much where you are – as a test – on the evolutionary scale of development. Of course, some evolve quicker than others. If we all evolved at once, I wonder what would happen? Chaos, perhaps. But perhaps not.

The mind set needed to evolve presents itself before the action needed to carry it out, and before the action, a plan. The mind reads the map, then follows the plan. The map is the plan. So, if we all evolved at once, we’d all have the plan in time to act.

Where has obsessing on that which we should never forget lest it happen again gotten us? Back to the beginning that’s where. Since last we met, I could tell you how our automobile tie rods, brakes and shift cable all broke a few days apart from each other within a two week period after the last Word Warrior Alert eventually got mailed by the CIA – well, not all of them – some people didn’t receive copies that were mailed. Some countries in particular. The CIA didn’t want everybody to know what the Bush’s do in the White House for entertainment – at least not before the elections. Revenge, THEY call it – for views, which they don’t appreciate. Most people involved in dirty deeds, don’t appreciate the truth of their dealings revealed and in fact will go to great lengths to stop them. And they didn’t want some foreign country to think some old handicapped woman living in Cleveland, Ohio could solve the world’s problems when they couldn’t.

Attempted murder – the tie rods, brakes and shift cable – is what I call it, and so would anybody else with a clear thinking mind. To add insult to injury, all were reported in the diversion section of the newspaper, prior to their occurrence – where the word on the street is offered for a mere thirty-five cents per day. But talking about it, screaming, or obsessing over it hasn’t worked to stop it – in fact, the nonviolent approach doesn’t seem to get anybody’s attention. It seems we all need someone to become violent, before we’ll listen to their gripes – and that’s precisely why people use violence, because talking doesn’t work. If it did, we would have done it by now. So all this preaching I’ve done about dialogue and negotiating failed miserably.

People know there’s nothing to lose by refusing to listen or to talk, as long as somebody doesn’t drop a bomb on them. So, the bomb is the tool we’ve come to associate with getting somebody’s attention – or the threat of it becomes as effective. We can kill millions of people with one stroke, President Bush keeps whispering in thundering icy tones – and he could. He does as the terrorists do. Threatens to use it, then uses it, then cries you made me do it. Same old recycled trash.

But violence doesn’t work either, because threats and usage lead to threats and usage by your opponents – or their allies: some unknown for the very purpose of keeping secret those who can impose revenge, thus chaos, so the target doesn’t know from whence or whom the attack originated.

Even when you totally subdue a nation as the U.S. did to Japan with the atomic bomb, Japan is again considering taking up arms – after how many years? Not long of an effect – that deterrence of the bomb – even with millions of casualties.

Did I mention that the Lutherans breached my husband’s teaching contract, right after they canceled my health insurance? Did I tell you that the Jews where I live taped an eviction notice on our door, telling us to leave? followed by a big gotcha in the diversion section of the paper? So what do I do now? Talking doesn’t work. Yet, I am party to a covenant that will not support violence. Gathering evidence, while sharpening my warrior skills to out smart the enemy -is about all there’s left to do. By the time I’m done THEY won’t need an arresting officer, judge and jury – just a jail cell and a cell mate will do.

I work differently than before. I don’t get stuck in ruts, like the Americans and the Jews, having to solve the same problems the same way. If something doesn’t work, I try something else. As long as I don’t compromise my foundation, everything goes. The problem with Ariel Sharon and Condoleeza Rice is that they, for pride sake, must keep using the same strategy, forcing it to work so they can attest that it did. I’m light years ahead of everybody, because I don’t like being stuck. When stuck I work to get unstuck. When stuck, they keep spinning their wheels thinking the spin will propel them out of the rut they’ve dug themselves into. Well, dirt doesn’t spin quite that way. If you drive your car onto a flood plain and get stuck, you don’t drive out, because you think you can. You get towed out. Those who insist on driving out, will be there till the car rots.For fear of losing the car, they’ll stay with it, as the world turns without them. I’ll leave the car, walk out and find a phone or a bus stop. When you insist on winning a race you already lost, you’re still racing when everybody else has gone home. Go home.

When people from the shadows poke sticks at me, I see the stick, but not the face behind it. I feel the pain, but when I scream for them to stop, I don’t know who I’m screaming at. It sounds like George Bush talking about faceless terrorists. I think I’m talking about him and his capital gang. I won’t, however, do as he does, use violence. I won’t allow them to provoke me to that point. That he does, shows his weakness – and the whole world sees him as weak. We could be setting the example, instead we’ve joined the ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’ club: The elite international private club of the world’s most renowned terrorists.

We missed a golden opportunity to set the world straight by example. Instead we chose brutality, atrocity, humiliation, and one-upping our offender: who can make the most spectacular explosion, kill the most people. Tough talk – even with tough action – is always seen as weak. If one cannot control their emotions, one is categorized as weak. Bombing is the highest form of emotional response that exists in the world today. You’re really bawling when you bomb.

Ariel Sharon is a perfect example of out of control. The more violent and outrageous he becomes, the smaller his stature, his country and his supporters around the world, as perceived by everybody else. Being a Jew has nothing to do with his lack of world support for whatever it is he’s trying to do. The goal and the plan are the problems. So, I’ll give up for a while – take a vacation away from it – then come back to circumvent, which is my God’s specialty. That’s what my God teaches me to do. Violence in the short run may bring some satisfaction, but only at the rage level. The next morning everybody regrets it. But what’s done can’t be changed and they’ll all say the same things: they deserved it; they brought it on themselves. Yes, having already committed the revenge really does make your conscience a conscience.

But, alas, my covenant won’t allow it. That option has been weeded out via evolution: the evolution of me. For as long as one controls their thoughts, plans and actions, they control their own evolution. Two years down the road I’m not going to revert to some old testament to justify my blood lust, should that ever happen, or change the rules when somebody more powerful than I decides it’s in my best interest. This whole business of making changes, then changing back flies in the face of progress, flies in the face of becoming more not less civilized. The whole meaning of progress is to move forward, not backward.

The rage that motivated me for so long must end, allowing me to move forward, in a progressive, productive motion – in absence of its tyranny against me. I am free to do that. So, for now the PLAN is to put on a back burner, that which so grossly offends that it causes the world to become physically and mentally ill as a result – for merely reporting the offense, I’ve discovered, doesn’t change it. Then, as a way of circumventing, since it is the word of God that my oppressors fear and reject, because they know that God really is speaking through me and they need validation not criticism for their views and it must be on their terms in their language, and so that they don’t continue to win by silencing the Word Warrior, I need to focus on that which needs to happen to keep the world and its babies out of limbo, while stopping those who through their ignorance, prejudice and greed relegate us all to a secure place beneath the carpet of their hypocrisy, which they happen to be standing on.

Only when I can turn off the fires that fuel my own rage, can I effectively solve the problems of my own world, thus the rest of the world. When that rage subsides, I can replace the flame I need to motivate myself to action with a fresh flame of hope. It is that flame of hope that will ignite the hearts of the world, making peace through nonviolence an exhilarating alternative to violence fueled by rage. It isn’t easy, because just as I turn the fires of rage off – those who want to keep me provoked to justify their own hateful actions, strike again and again. So, as I tumble, God reaches down to pick me up, because of the covenant, because of the trust, and shows me a way to circumvent – with a cooler head than that of my enemy.

To the Palestinians God says never surrender to any person or nation or ideology which deems themselves chosen by God to diminish you by forcing you through humiliation to submit to their will. It is the devil in the person, the nation and the ideology which fuels the fires of prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter. For the God in you to emerge you must call on it in absence of those five flaws. God’s power can only demonstrate itself under those conditions, well…and a few others independent of you. When done in unity, no matter how seething the heart, the spirit will prevail.

You needn’t feel peaceful in order to act peaceful, but you must act peaceful in order for the power of God to neutralize the power of evil. George and Ariel are fueled by the devil; their hearts are evil, because their ideology and foundations are based on the five fatal flaws.

So this is circumvention – for me:

I must learn to write under the conditions of terror, because those conditions will not change in a country run by dictators in the White House who perform as puppets for the industries which I will be redesigning, in God’s words. And when dealing with people from the shadows, too cowardly to show their faces, again, learning to write under the pressure of threats and disruptions will be something I simply must adjust to – if I am going to continue the work God has assigned for me. The United States of Israel has declared war against me for my views. The only other alternatives would be to give up or to become their mouthpiece, neither of which are options for me. God’s daughter does not surrender to terrorists. Use your own imagination by picturing how words of agreement with George Bush and Ariel Sharon might sound coming from this Word Warrior. When you can do that and feel repulsed, you’ll know what side of the issue you need to be on. This is a test, of where you stand on the evolutionary scale of development.


Now to Mr. Jeffrey Sessions: I work in a factory, performing repetitive movement and I developed carpal tunnel syndrome as a result. I tell you that I’m a great employee, I have a great family, I take good care of myself by exercising (lifting weights) and even cutting my own wood for winter. Now you say it was the ax or the dumbbell that caused my carpal tunnel syndrome – and not the repetitive motion from my factory job, which I do for forty plus hours per week. I certainly don’t cut wood or lift dumb bells for forty plus hours per week, whereas to be equally responsible for the syndrome I would have to do forty plus of each, which equals forty for factory work, forty for dumb bells and forty for cutting wood. Is your logic beginning to come into focus yet? Or are you really just using trickster techniques to convince a group of unsuspecting toxic mold inhalers that carpal tunnel syndrome is caused by recreational activities, not work? One good thing about losing your memory is that you lose your grudges along with it – not that I hold grudges to begin with – I’ve never been able to stay mad at someone, a trait with great survival advantage, but still sometimes a bit irritating – you know, to somehow still talk to the people who kill your family.

I need my job to survive. I need to lift weights in order to stay all-over strong, in order to do factory work, and I need to chop my own wood for my mental health, since being inside all day raises my intolerance to everything one can be intolerant to. I need that fresh air, moving my body to the wind and the weight of the ax and the feeling of accomplishment that doesn’t necessarily have a price tag attached to it. The bottom line, if I can remember it is this: If I hadn’t been doing factory work or for those of you who type, typing work, for forty plus hours a week, lifting dumb bells for seven hours a week and cutting wood for two hours a month wouldn’t have caused it. Perhaps if I were a tennis player and played tennis for four hours a day over several years I might develop it, but I don’t. I couldn’t do factory work and be a tennis player at the same time. My wrists would rebel. No one sends tennis players into factories to do piece work. It’s the job you perform the longest and most frequently that ultimately is responsible for, not necessarily causes, the injury. The factory work, typing work, or similar repetitive motion weakens the system involved, whereby the lifting of dumb bells or the wielding of an ax merely acts as the straw that causes the already predisposed system to break down.

If you want to say that factory workers or secretaries can’t engage in any other wrist moving activity if those are their chosen fields, then be ready for a mass exodus from those fields. You’d be engaging in slave labor if you went that far – if you indeed haven’t already. Perhaps you’d be willing to fill one of those empty positions, that makes everybody else’s world a whole lot softer by the abnormal repetitive motions you perform hours on end to accomplish that end. Long term repetitive motion – forty hours plus per week – is abnormal use of that body part. What constitutes abnormal is what should be debated, not whether the employer, thus the insurance industry is liable. We all know such motions will and can cause injury. Protect your workers and you’ll have a stronger work force. Take care of the individual first, then the group takes care of itself. Simple workable logic – at the end of anybody’s day – will work. If you don’t believe me, keep looking to Ariel’s repetitive failures and the injuries he repeatedly inflicts, causing greater and more far-reaching injuries.

That brings me back to President Bush. Every time I hear him make his list of complaints against Saddam Hussein I keep seeing Ariel Sharon in my mind. If I’m seeing Ariel, then everybody is seeing Ariel – as the world’s worst threat. Bush operates from the position of faulty logic that nobody can reform – even though he is evidence that one can. But what does reform mean to Bush? Disarming the entire Middle East except for Israel? Isn’t that setting up a dictatorship – already out of control? If you’re into disarmament, why not disarm Israel? They have both a nuclear and a biological weapons program, and have threatened to use both on numerous occasions – according to my own sources. The only reason countries are developing weapons of mass destruction, nuclear, chemical and biological, is because the United States started it, with ruling the world as its objective. Period. The only present biological warfare threats are being exercised by the U.S. and Israel.

Prior to the bombing of Afghanistan, the military presented the Principals at the White House with a series of slides demonstrating options to use against the Afghan people, labeled, ‘Thinking Outside the Box’. One such slide demonstrated poisoning the food supply in Afghanistan. Now you know as well as I do that the U.S. not only considered the option, but in order for it to show up in a slide presentation, they had to possess the means and biological/chemical weapons to carry it out. Stunning.

The rest of the world must demand that the U.S. and Israel account to the world for their programs, then destroy them. NO country on earth has any business developing a weapons of mass destruction program. The U.S. and Israel lead the pack, with anthrax and Botox, yet they get away with unaccountability. I am more worried about biological weapons in the United States of Israel than any place else. We have them – everywhere. Everybody says the Botox in doctor’s offices isn’t a threat. I strongly disagree with this diluted bull crap story.

The chances that a terrorist – not defined as a brown-skinned person – can gain access to these weapons in both countries is far greater a possibility than anyone from Iran or Iraq shooting poison by missile into unsuspecting countries around the world. If we don’t start making friends fast, our own will turn against us. The people of the United States are getting fed up with the violent tendencies of those who advise the president. We want peace. We want to make friends not enemies. It doesn’t matter who started it. Now is the time for the entire world to dismantle their weapons of mass destruction programs.

The tragic part is that even if the U.S. agreed to do that, which they wouldn’t, the world could never trust them to keep their word. Now is the time to stop the hatred by stopping the slaughter, by stopping the enslavement, by stopping the discrimination, by stopping the prejudice. It’s just as easy to climb down the ladder you climbed up – and a whole lot less dangerous when your feet are planted solidly on the ground. President Bush is risking the lives of every American to get back at a guy who bullied his Daddy. His Daddy shouldn’t let his son fight his battles for him. If you’re looking for a villain, start with Ariel Sharon – and while you’re at it, do some work on yourself. The whole world isn’t hating you because you’re a good person.

Notice that nearly all of the upper echelon of the FBI fled their responsibilities post 9-11, not because they couldn’t take the pressure, but because they lacked loyalty – the very trait they accuse everybody else of lacking. When the going got tough, they left the country with a gaping hole in its side, as they knocked on the doors of the big business industries they spent all their time protecting – instead of protecting the rest of us. And big business reciprocated. As arranged. I would investigate everyone of those people by an outside agency to see when they made their first overture – post or prior to 9-11. Somewhere in the quagmire of the mass exits lie the secrets behind the attacks.

You can bet that those who stayed who got promotions and pay raises were issued those accolades to keep from them confessing to the press. Agents aren’t a very courageous bunch. They aren’t selected for their thinking ability either. When caught they’ll talk like a parrot and sing like a canary. That’s why all the seemingly inappropriate promotions. I think congress should promote agents based on actual merit, not as bribes to keep their mouths shut or to cover up the crimes of the agencies for which they work.

The busy beaver approach. Somebody tell Ariel that I’m writing a diet book and he’s in my introduction of examples of what not to eat. You’re going to love this book. Did I ever tell you that all I ever wanted to be was an animal-free chef and publish cookbooks? When the industry wouldn’t allow it I had a heart to heart with the big guy in the sky and we both agreed that to do that I had to be famous. I recall sitting at my kitchen table one day, thinking I could set a whole bunch of cows loose, but then knew I’d be arrested and couldn’t write a book from jail – not on the topic of my arrest. Who would have thought it? Me the daughter of God. What God won’t resort to, to stop the slaughter. Taught by the big chef in the sky. I’m the only one in the world, developing everything the world needs to sustain itself without the slaughter. A long time ago, when in nursing school God gave me that assignment: to feed the world. He (I called God a male then) did it through a poem and a vision through my mind’s eye. I don’t recall the poem, but I was reading a book by Kahil Gibran). The vision means something only to me – some things remain private in my dealings with my God-force, and by the time this gets to print, I’ll probably forget that too. Naw, we all need to eat. Besides, some things God won’t let me forget. I couldn’t have known at the time the magnitude of the assignment – and I’ve hardly begun – even after years in research and development. Even I can’t believe how I do it. So, Trent Lott didn’t like my cooking? Is that it? Impossible!

He should have accepted the fact that I was the best and of course I’m going to work to stop the slaughter. People still support houses of slaughter. Can you believe that we build houses where we take animals to massacre them out of sight? – in the most brutal and inhumane ways, skinning them alive, mutilating them while still conscious? I think I’ve been in the future too long. When I slip back to the present I can’t help but be appalled and a bit shaken to be more precise. Perhaps some of you should take the trip – anybody can do it. Lott should have let me cook – yeah, right, I’m already talking like a slave: ‘he should have let me cook’. Still, the fact that he blocked me, he knows, will come back to bite him. He thinks he’s immune but as he will soon find out, nobody is, when blocking the plans of God.

God circumvented by sending me elsewhere. Lott and Lott’s wife should have let well enough alone. Is there a salt story here? Or have I really lost it? [Does Bush kill the cows he talks to?] Now I’m all over the world using that talent to cook up anything worth cooking, design anything worth designing and altering anything worth altering. This creative energy had to go some place when blocked. Talk about circumvention. I was assigned to feed the world and I end up in the middle of the Middle East in Cleveland, Ohio. Remember that. Somebody test my old apartment for anthrax – pronto – before I forget about the stack of white powder I found beneath my radio. WMJI – magic – they call it. Why am I picking up on a harp?

The solution for the individual and the group is identical and simple: make friends not enemies. Solution to what you ask? What problem do you think making friends instead of enemies solves? Use the brain God gave you and stop asking stupid questions. Yes, there is such a thing as a stupid question, especially so, when people ask them because they don’t want to do the thinking part of finding the answer. If you can’t figure out that making friends not enemies solves the problem of starting wars, then you have no business making decisions for the rest of us.

Intelligence agencies around the world are finding sophisticated codes too cumbersome, even for those trained to decipher them. Too often the message gets misconstrued and communicated improperly. It’s tough enough to pass along a message without a code, and for the person it was intended for to get it the way it was intended. Put a code in it that someone must decipher, then interpret, or spin it for particular agendas, and nothing is as it seems.

People who claim to be acting on reliable intelligence information are relying on some agent who may or may not have a gripe against something or somebody, or may or may not be drug or alcohol addicted and working on a hangover, or they simply may not be alert, or may hate their job or the world, or be too inexperienced, having no worldly experiences, and who cares? because the messages are never accurate anyway with all the misinformation circulated around the globe by people wanting to trip up other people and other countries, So why would anybody ever rely on any intelligence information unless it was communicated without code face to face?

It astounds me that leaders of countries are so inhibited that they can’t pick up the telephone and call another world leader. Come on guys and gals. What’s up? Are you so scared of not being able to carry on a conversation that you need to do it on T.V. instead? on talk shows? I never know who Bush is talking to on T.V., so I’ve stopped listening. Or Colin Powell. Are you sure that the people you’re talking to know it and are watching? You’re not getting your messages made clear, because you think every world leader is watching cable T.V. instead of running their countries.

Maybe you should all get back to work. Maybe somebody should take away your T.V. privileges until you’ve shown you’re mature enough to carry on a conversation with another face to face without first knowing the outcome. I never heard of such a thing – wanting to know the outcome of a conversation before one has one. President Bush is so insecure that he requires to know the outcome of a meeting, before the meeting takes place. What’s the point of the meeting? Talk about a control freak.

Make friends, not enemies. If making and keeping friends means compromising your beliefs, when those beliefs are built on a foundation free of the five flaws, then accept that you have enemies, but remain your enemy’s friend. Make everyone your friend. Cliques breed contempt. Isolation breeds contempt. Superiority breeds contempt. And contempt breeds war. Open up.

Never refuse to speak to someone in order to alter their behavior. That puts you in the position of self-imposed superiority, and nobody is superior in my God’s world. Don’t ask someone to do that which you wouldn’t do yourself – either as an individual, group or nation. If you can’t butcher a cow, consider yourself as possessing a conscience, and don’t ask someone without one to do it for you. If Bush wants Iraq rummaging through his secret sites, then and only then can he expect Iraq to reciprocate – by first setting the example.

I am in a constant state of evolution and as an evolutionary warrior I’m in control of how I evolve – and so are you. You have the first part of the plan: the foundation built in absence of prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter. The ways to achieve that end are not through war or any combination thereof. War is deviant behavior: the cause of a mutation in need of extinction.

Make war extinct – between individuals and groups. You do that by making friends not enemies. The second part of the plan: Take control of your own evolution. Evolution need not control you – if you harness your rage and direct it toward building your foundation in absence of the five flaws.

How do you take control of your own evolution by eliminating prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter? Make friends not enemies. My campus babies can you hear me? Listen to the voices of the children. They are what we teach them to be. In them lie the seeds of perfection we seek.

Nurture that which you have sown. Don’t destroy it. The star in your evolutionary world is you. Make it evolve in absence of prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter and that star will light the way for others
.

WIND SONGS

Wind songs whisper through

summer sands brash promises
of winter snow nights melting
in memories of that which spring
failed miserably to deliver.

Howling, piercing pain tunnels

through funnels of hardened flesh
frozen by air – whistling a tune
one prefers not to hear. A tune
one cannot help but stutter upon
as it stops in mid air.

When -

the wind softens
its approach – soothing
my mind’s eye with liquid velvet
billows of languid chiffon,
coating rosy tenderness
where hatred
once made rigid the air
that delivered it,
I’ll be there – as always.

When -

howling harshness softens
the branches of the message
delivered, enabling the whispers
to grow into words, by bending
with its song, hope will have arrived
right along side the message –
right on time. sldt

~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight




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Published by Sharon Lee Davies-Tight, artist, writer, chef

Chef Davies-Tight™. The Animal-Free Chef™. ANIMAL-FREE SOUS-CHEF™. FAT-FREE CHEF™. Word Warrior Davies-Tight™. HAPPY WHITE HORSE™. SHARON ON THE NEWS™. BIRTH OF A SEED™. Till now and forever © Sharon Lee Davies-Tight, Artist, Author, Animal-Free Chef, Activist. ARCHITECT of 5 PRINCIPLES TO A BETTER LIFE™ & MAINSTREAM ANIMAL-FREE CUISINE™.

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