July 04, 2015

Freedom — Allegiance to the Light 





Jean Hammond   June 2015



As the ship left New York City’s harbor, many passengers arrived on deck to view the spectacular skyline gradually lighting up in the dusk. The bon voyage celebratory spirit was alive and well as the “Big Apple” was viewed from our course on the Hudson River as we traveled south before heading out to sea. Stunning were the sights! Someone said, “Now I know why they had us embark in the evening.”


As the newest and now tallest skyscraper in Manhattan was spotted in the distance near Wall Street, the party atmosphere began to shift. The clink of cocktail glasses subsided as people became quieter, and some reminisced about 9/11 in subdued voices: “Just think, those planes flew in right where we’re looking now.” “Thank God they didn’t get the Capitol Building.” “I lost my brother that day.” “I’m glad they built it. I want to go to the top some day.”


The One World Trade Center stands at 1,776 feet—a deliberate reference to the year the United States Declaration of Independence was signed. Colloquially named “Freedom Tower” during initial construction, what a symbol of reaffirmed freedom for this country it is, with presence at various levels. By the time the ship was parallel with the Center, the party atmosphere was all but gone. As we sailed on and the sight of the gleaming sentinel receded, never to be forgotten, even strangers quietly linked arms and there was peace on the deck.


With the announcement that the Statue of Liberty could be seen in a few minutes on the other side of the ship, our grouping moved over and sure enough, there she was in the distance. The atmosphere became celebratory again, but in a different way. I heard: “My family came through there…they were those tired and poor…thank God they came.” “Imagine France giving us that.” “Oh, I love her! I always get teary seeing her.” “Those people must have been glad to see her.” “I would go to war again for democracy.” “I hope America will always be here.” “God Bless.”


As the ship passed the lighted, stately icon, people were emotionally moved, respectful and thankful for what is represented by this original symbol of freedom  the United States. Heading out to sea, our grouping quietly stood until the beautiful and strong woman depicted with a broken chain at her feet and holding a tablet inscribed with “July 4, 1776,” disappeared in the night, never to be forgotten. Human history is endlessly marked with events that concern freedom. Recent ones would include the dismantling of the Berlin Wall, the official end of apartheid in South Africa, the Tiananmen Square protests, and overt wars, many of which continue to rage as I type. Many other localized events concern freedom, such as divorce, death, or sending animals back into the wild after rehabilitation.


All such events can be seen as part of the creative process at some level, but what is true freedom? Not being victimized by climate change, health, a circumstance, someone—or anything! The recent obituary for my remarkable sister stated: “She never let her illness define her.” Freedom!


The gentleman entered the almost empty hospital cafeteria, with a little boy in hand. He tipped his cap towards me while sitting down with a tired sigh at the next table. Noticing “Veteran” and ribbons of military decorations on his cap,” I said: “Thank you for your service.” Oh…well…thanks, ma’am. (Quiet) This food isn’t too bad.


“Yes, for hospital food, it’s really quite good.”


(By now the little boy was testing how high the water in the drinking fountain could go, just missing the wall.)


“He’s having fun...”


My great-grandson…He’s got lots of energy! (Quiet)


“Where did you serve?”


Nam. Korea. (Quiet) I’ve seen some stuff... (A long silence…) Some friends…they’ve got that PTS...what is it?


“PTSD.”


Yup. Not good. I could have had it too, but decided not to...too much to live for...had to leave the stuff behind… (Quiet)


“You must be glad you found the way to do that.”


Yup.


“He’s free!” I thought.


Well, better go see how she’s doing…came in pretty sick...


“Thank you again for your service, and I wish you, your family, veteran friends, and whoever you’re visiting the very best.”


Thanks a lot, ma’am.


He tipped his hat again, smiled, and rescued the water fountain from his great-grandson who waved back as they headed to the elevator.





In the inspired anthem “God Bless America,” Irving Berlin captured personal feeling for the United States that the nation has sung for decades:


God Bless America,

Land that I love.

Stand beside her, and guide her,

Through the night with the light from above.

From the mountains, to the prairies,

to the oceans, white with foam,

God Bless America,

My home sweet home.

God Bless America,

My home sweet home.


On this upcoming July 4th, this heartfelt prayer will be sung by thousands of people at all kinds of venues. In these often troubled times, the “night” could be seen as the almost overwhelming horrors that mankind has thrust upon itself, from which there seems no way out. It can also be seen as a precursor to dawn that can bring a New Day when allegiance is given to Spirit, the “light from above.”


In Dr. Martin Luther King’s speech at the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 1963, he spoke of the “fierce urgency of now” relative to issues he was addressing then, emphasizing “Let freedom ring.” There continues to be “fierce urgency” relative to what needs to happen in the consciousness of mankind and in every field of endeavor throughout the world now.


We each have a part to play in intensifying the Light. America has a unique part to play, as does every nation. In the midst of everything going on in our world, God blesses America and every other nation. That Spirit is always available to “guide through the night.” Unwavering trust in that Spirit is the only way to break the chains of human nature and let the New Day dawn in which true freedom may indeed ring.




Jean  Hammond




God  Bless  America   Mormon  Tabernacle  Choir

July 03, 2015

Ron  Laws





July  2015   Sisters, Oregon


remembering  you  today


feeling you   thinking of you   thankful for you



a Wonderful Man  and  a Great Spirit





Coyos

by

Don Hynes


One man has left the earth,

his dog went before him

scouting the way

on the old journey

into the timeless,

leaving behind

his music,

his trickster,

the joy he fired

from the grief

of his family

to forge a life

on the high mesa,

playing his flute

to the four directions,

to the animals

and desert plants,

playing to the sun rising

and to his greater spirit

lifted now into the invisible

with the sound of his laughter,

the echo of his music

and the mask he carved

as a warrior and a friend.





Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth

. . . . . . .

or ever the silver cord be loosed
or the golden bowl be broken
or the pitcher be broken at the fountain
or the wheel broken at the cistern
then shall the dust return to the earth as it was
and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it

Ecclesiates




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July 01, 2015

Plant  Intelligence  And  The Imaginal Realm


Beyond The Doors Of Perception Into The Dreaming Earth




          


Stephen  Harrod  Buhner


This book is a user’s manual about the techniques and states of perception necessary for directly interacting with the Gaian system, perceiving the deeper patterns in Gaian movements, and understanding the meanings within those patterns. In many respects it is a manual for becoming a nondomesticated explorer of the natural world, something that used to be called, long ago, a natural philosopher, what might now be called a wild scientist as opposed to a domesticated one.

Unlike the majority of books being written about the state of Earth/human relationship and the problems that face us, this book does not list all the troubles and then, at the end, call for more regulation, urge you to write your congressional representative, insist you recycle or buy an (absurdly expensive) environmentally friendly car, or plead for you to give money to nonprofits. As Einstein so eloquently put it—We cant solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them. So, this book is about how to actually think differently, the processes involved, and how they will alter your perceptual frame if you use them. It then urges you to do one thing: whatever it is that you think you should do in response. It is in your own individual genius that the answers lie, not in the pronouncements of experts who have no conception of the local environment in which you live every day of your life. Letting the experts run things is how we got into this mess to begin with.

Thus this book is specifically meant for those who understand what it means to look with glittering (i.e., luminous) eyes. For that is the understanding that binds us together, that lies at the heart of thinking differently. If you are a mechanicalist or die-hard reductionist (or even someone who thinks humans are somehow innately different, i.e., more special, than all other life-forms on this planet) this book will only irritate you, upset your stomach, and cause you to mutter over and over again, “Wrong! Wrong!” Please read Richard Dawkins instead.

Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm is the fourth in a series of five (or perhaps six, or seven, or eight) books that began, long ago, with Sacred Plant Medicine (Inner Traditions, 1996), and which also includes The Lost Language of Plants (Chelsea Green, 2002) and The Secret Teachings of Plants (Inner Traditions, 2004). (Note: Lost Language contains a depth look at chemical communication among plants and their ecosystems; Secret Teachings a depth look at heart perception, synchronization of heart fields, and EM field dynamics.) As with those latter two works, some of the material in this book, especially in the first half, is somewhat technical. That density exists as part of a long-term project to create a map of human interaction with the natural world that actually has something to do with the real world, an area in which our current maps, inherited from the late nineteenth century, are tremendous deficient. You don’t have to read those parts—you can just skip around if you wish. In fact, I urge you to have fun and from now on take in what has relevance to you and to ignore the rest. After all, it’s your life, you should spend it how you want.  Stephen Buhner  The Gila Wilderness, 2013






Stephen Harrod Buhner is an Earth poet and the award-winning author of twenty books on nature, indigenous cultures, the environment, and herbal medicine. He comes from a long line of healers including Leroy Burney, Surgeon General of the United States under Eisenhower and Kennedy, and Elizabeth Lusterheide, a midwife and herbalist who worked in rural Indiana in the early nineteenth century. The greatest influence on his work, however, has been his great-grandfather C.G. Harrod who primarily used botanical medicines, also in rural Indiana, when he began work as a physician in 1911.

Stephen's work has appeared or been profiled in publications throughout North America and Europe including Common Boundary, Apotheosis, Shaman's Drum, The New York Times, CNN, and Good Morning America. Stephen lectures yearly throughout the United States on herbal medicine, the sacredness of plants, the intelligence of Nature, and the states of mind necessary for successful habitation of Earth. He is a tireless advocate for the reincorporation of the exploratory artist, independent scholar, amateur naturalist, and citizen scientist in American society—especially as a counterweight to the influence of corporate science and technology.


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