During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act. ~ George Orwell
Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did. ~ GOP Republican, John Ehrlichman
Turtles All the Way Down by Sturgill Simpson via Mankind Film
Throughout America's adventure in free government, our basic purposes have been to keep the peace; to foster progress in human achievement, and to enhance liberty, dignity and integrity among people and among nations. To strive for less would be unworthy of a free and religious people. Any failure traceable to arrogance, or our lack of comprehension or readiness to sacrifice would inflict upon us grievous hurt both at home and abroad. ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower
Boptime ~ w/Even Steven Leech ~ Saturday Mornings
On Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) on Saturday with oldies back to back to back. At 7am (EDT) in The Early Hour we’ll hear more musical selections from Stan Kenton and his “City of Glass,” and his rendition of Leonard Bernstein’s “West Side Story.” At 8am (EDT) we meet on Clifford’s Corner with co host Larry Williams for more choice jazz pieces and truly rare, and not so rare, R&B. ~ Steve
BOPTIME: Saturday, 6 AM Eastern, 3 AM Pacific time
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Boysie’s Horn
The History of Jazz in Wilmington in the 20th Century
By Steven Leech with Afterword by Larry Williams
Broken Turtle Books ~ Large imageIn Boysie's Horn, social historian, radio host, producer, journalist, and novelist Steven Leech highlights the influence of one of America's greatest jazz educators, Boysie Lowrie, in making African American Wilmington, Delaware a launchpad for national performers like vibraphonist Lem Winchester, trumpeter Clifford Brown, and vocalist Betty Roché. Reaching back to the turn of the twentieth century, Leech traces the social foundation and dynamic personalities who made Wilmington, like New Orleans and Kansas City, a place where Jazz came from. We meet bandleader Sam Wooding, who abandoned his career in pre-World War II Europe for one as a music teacher at Wilmington's Howard High when Clifford Brown was a student there.
Leech also traces the systematic racism and economic forces that undermined Wilmington's cultural vibrance and led to the demise of the numerous jazz venues that had kept Wilmington jumpin' for eight decades.
Jazz fans and researchers will delight in all the artists Leech name checks in this well-indexed record of bands, clubs, musicians, and social movers.
This is a story that has needed to be told for a long time.
Feetlines ~ Reject the Evidence of Your Eyes & Ears
Tainted News:
Tomi Lahren should fight addiction and not have to step on "used heroin needles" to get high?
Saluting the Heroes of the Coronavirus Pandumbic The Daily Show w/Trevor Noah via Joey deVilla
1,000,000+/-
[U.S.A.] HUMANS DEAD [March 23, 2022]...
Murdered by Political Incompetence?
begging the question: WAS TAINTED NEWS ACCESSORY TO MURDER?
The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth becomes the greatest enemy of the State. Joseph Goebbels
I want to thank all the BIG people who helped make this happen; the secretive governments,
the blame-shifting politicians, the 'leaders' who only cared how I might affect THEM...
Cartoon by Steve Sack @ Star Tribune https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Tribune...
Positively 4th Street, Bob Dylan, HQ via Franciescoli Polanni
One day it’s like a miracle, it will disappear. IMPOTUS 45, 02/27/2020
Is There A CURE Yet ...asking for a friend? Large Image, Zoom
Whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Declaration of Independence
Notes from ~@~
Heads Up Folks!
Bacteria from respiratory droplets spread by one sneeze,
singing one minute, talking one minute, & two coughs via
Dr. Richard Davis, Providence Sacred Heart Medical Center
Boptime ~ w/Even Steven Leech ~ Saturday Mornings
On Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) on Saturday with oldies back to back to back. At 7am (EDT) in The Early Hour we’ll hear musical selections from Stan Kenton in the 1940s, before he became one of the greatest progressive jazz band leaders throughout the 1950s and 60s. At 8am (EDT) we'll meet on Clifford’s Corner with co host Larry Williams for some choice jazz pieces and truly rare R&B. ~ Steve
BOPTIME: Saturday, 6 AM Eastern, 3 AM Pacific time
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Remembering Marla Ruzicka
Remembering
Marla Ruzicka
December 31, 1976 ~ April 16, 2005https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marla_Ruzicka
To have a job where you can make things better for people?
That's a blessing. Why would I do anything else? ~ Marla RuzickaMarla Ruzicka (December 31, 1976 -- April 16, 2005) was an activist-turned-aid worker. She believed that combatant governments had a legal and moral responsibility to compensate the families of civilians killed or injured in military conflicts. She and her Iraqi translator, Faiz Ali Salim, were killed by a suicide car bombing on Airport Road in Baghdad on April 16, 2005.
In 2003, Ruzicka founded the Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict (CIVIC), an organization that counted civilian casualties and assisted Iraqi victims of the 2003 US invasion of Iraq.
Born in Lakeport, California, Ruzicka attended Long Island University's Friends World Program, and spent four years traveling throughout Costa Rica, Kenya, Cuba, Israel/Palestine, and Zimbabwe. After graduating in 1999, Ruzicka volunteered for the San Francisco-based organizations Rainforest Action Network and Global Exchange. [Click to Continue Reading]
Tazmanian Devils ~ Re-release of 1982 Tazmanian Devils Live EP
Re-release of 1982 Tazmanian Devils Live EP
Free Streams & Downloads @ archive.org Visit: http://www.tazmaniandevils.net
Bicycle Day ~ History: My Bicycle & Me, April, 19, 1943
On 19 April 1943, Hofmann intentionally ingested 250 micrograms of LSD. This day is now known as "Bicycle Day", because he began to feel the effects of the drug as he rode home on a bike. This was the first intentional LSD trip.[11]
Hofmann continued to take small doses of LSD throughout much of his life, and always hoped to find a use for it. In his memoir, he emphasized it as a "sacred drug": "I see the true importance of LSD in the possibility of providing material aid to meditation aimed at the mystical experience of a deeper, comprehensive reality."
420 ~ End the Oppression!
Elvy Musikka opening a Federally grown cannabis bin at [Shaman] Amestizo's ranch.Elvy Musikka (born August 10, 1939) is an American cannabis rights activist. Musikka is one of four surviving patients enrolled in the Compassionate Investigational New Drug Program, getting marijuana from the federal government.[1][2][3]
Musikka, who uses cannabis to fight glaucoma in her left eye after going blind in her right eye despite having surgery, was arrested for growing marijuana in 1988. At her trial, Musikka's doctor testified and she was acquitted. She applied and was approved to get legal cannabis cigarettes later that year.[4][5]
Musikka was named High Times magazine's 1992 Freedom Fighter of the Year. She resides in Eugene, Oregon, and serves on the board of advisors of Voter Power.[1][3][5] ~ Wikipedia Source
Boptime ~ w/Even Steven Leech ~ Saturday Mornings
On Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) on Saturday with oldies back to back to back. At 7am (EDT) on the Best of Broadway we go back to this time in 1953 and the musical Hazel Flagg. At 8am (EDT) on Rockabilly Ridge, Michael Ace has some secret words that only the duck knows. We bop back to this day in 1953 for the final hour of Boptime. The Korean War was winding down after the election of Eisenhower and the death of Stalin. We’ll play the #1 records and have a little lesson in epistemology. What?? Tune in and find out. ~ Steve
BOPTIME: Saturday, 6 AM Eastern, 3 AM Pacific time
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Remembering Dennis Banks
In Memory of Dennis Banks
April 12, 1937 ~ October 29, 2017
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Dennis Banks By Neeta Lind - IMG_4247, CC BY 2.0, Link
Dennis Banks (April 12, 1937 – October 29, 2017) was a Native American leader, teacher, lecturer, activist and author, was an Anishinaabe born on Leech Lake Indian Reservation in northern Minnesota. Banks was also known as Nowa Cumig (Naawakamig in the Double Vowel System). His name in the Ojibwe language means "In the Center of the Universe." He was a longtime leader of the American Indian Movement, which he co-founded in 1968 with Native Americans in Minneapolis. [Continue Reading at Wikipedia]
And as I look around and see people of different races coming to a Unity Fair, I know that some of those prayers are being answered. It's a small start here in San Francisco, but maybe next year there'll be a Unity Fair in Chicago, or one in Denver, or one of the Pine Ridge Reservation. That's the kind of changing that I want to go through. ~ Dennis Banks on the Prayers of Indian People, Unity Fair, San Francisco, California, September, 1976
What They Took Away: Reflections on Native Boarding Schools with Dennis Banks via Ron Douglas
Dennis Banks to Lead 18,000 Mile “Declare War on Diabetes” Motorcycle Run
Dennis and I worked together. He will sincerely be missed., Sprung, a.k.a. C. Spangler
Alerts ~ Remembering Paul Krassner, Investigative Satirist
In Memory of Our Very Dear Friend
Paul Krassner
April 9, 1932 ~ July 21, 2019
Paul Krassner, San Francisco, 12 Sep. 1987 ~ Photo: Chris W Nelson
Paul Krassner (April 9, 1932 – July 21, 2019) was an American author, journalist, comedian, and the founder, editor and a frequent contributor to the freethought magazine The Realist, first published in 1958. Krassner became a key figure in the counterculture of the 1960s as a member of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters and a founding member of the Yippies. He died on July 21, 2019, in Desert Hot Springs, California. [Continue reading at Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia]
A Funny Thing Happened
On the Way to Woodstock
by Paul Krassner
[The Unedited Version]
Prologue :
Newspaper headlines blared the massacre in Beverly Hills of Roman Polanski’s wife, Sharon Tate, their unborn baby and a few unfortunate friends. This was in August 1969, and the orchestrator of those murders, Charles Manson, would not be caught until December. But now I was on my way to the antithesis of that horror. Along with 400,000 others on a countercultural pilgrimage, I was heading for the Woodstock Festival of Music & Love. I was wearing my yellow leather fringe jacket for the first time. In one of the pockets there was a nice little stash of LSD. If you happen to be brand-name conscious, then you’ll want to know that it was Owsley White Lightning, and each tablet contained exactly 300 micrograms of excellent acid.
The CIA originally envisioned using LSD as a means of control, but, without anybody’s permission, millions of young people had already become explorers of their own inner space. Acid was serving as a vehicle for deprogramming themselves from a civilization of sadomasochistic priorities. A mass awakening was in process. There was an evolutionary jump in consciousness. The underground press was flourishing, and when LSD was declared illegal in October 1966, the psychedelic San Francisco Oracle became politicized while the radical Berkeley Barb began to treat the drug subculture as fellow outlaws. Acid was even influencing the stock market. Timothy Leary let me listen in on a phone call from a Wall Street broker who thanked Leary for turning him onto acid because it gave him the courage to sell short.
With LSD, you could actually see music, you could taste ice cream in your toes , and you felt totally at one with Nature, in tune with the Universe. The blossoming counterculture--encompassing sex, drugs and rock’n’roll--was at its core a spiritual revolution, with religions of repression being replaced by disciplines of liberation, where psychotropic drugs became a sacrament, sensuality developed into exquisite forms of personal art, and the way you lived your daily life demonstrated the heartbeat of your politics. There was an epidemic of idealism. Altruism became the highest form of selfishness. You could trust your friends more than the government, and “Make love, not war” became a credo of the antiwar movement. The CIA’s scenario had backfired.
When I first told my mother about taking LSD, she was understandably concerned. “It could lead to marijuana,” she warned.
My mother was right.
Abbie Hoffman was a reader of my magazine, The Realist, before we became friends. He tempered his fearlessness with a gift for humor that was sharp and spontaneous. On a particularly tense night on the Lower East Side, we were standing on a street corner when a patrol car containing four police cruised by. These were the same cops from the 9th Precinct that Abbie took great pleasure in defeating at the pool table.
“Hey, fellas,” he shouted, “you goin’ out on a double date?”
In December 1967, Abbie, his wife Anita and I decided to take our first real vacation, in the Florida Keys. We rented a small house on stilts in Ramrod Key. This was the week before Christmas. We bought a small tree and spray painted it with canned snow. Now, we were tripping on LSD as a hurricane reached full force.
“Hey, this is pretty powerful fuckin’ acid,” Abbie laughed.
We watched Lyndon Johnson on a black and white TV set, only LBJ was purple and orange. His huge head was sculpted into Mount Rushmore. “I am not going to be so pudding-headed as to stop our half of the war,” he was saying. And the heads of the other presidents--George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln and Theodore Roosevelt--were all snickering to themselves and covering their mouths with their hands so they wouldn’t laugh out loud. That was the moment we acknowledged that we’d be going to the Democratic convention next summer to protest the war in Vietnam.
That evening, when the hurricane had subsided, I followed a neighborhood crow down the road, then continued walking to town by myself to use the pay telephone at a gas station. First I called Dick Gregory in Chicago, since it was his city we were planning to invade. He told me that he had decided to run for president, and he wanted to know if I thought Bob Dylan would make a good vice president. “Oh, sure,” I said, “but to tell you the truth, I don’t think Dylan would ever get involved in electoral politics.” Gregory ended up with assassination researcher Mark Lane as his running mate.
Next I called Jerry Rubin in New York to arrange for a meeting when we returned. The conspiracy was beginning. And so it came to pass that, on the afternoon of December 31, several activist friends were gathered at the Hoffmans’ apartment, smoking Columbian marijuana and planning the Chicago action. Our fantasy was to counter the convention of death with a festival of life. While the Democrats would present politicians giving speeches at the convention center, we would present rock bands playing in the park. There would be booths with information about drugs and alternatives to the draft.
We needed a name. What would be appropriate to signify the radicalization of hippies? I came up with yippie . We could be the Yippies! It was perfect--a traditional shout of spontaneous joy which had just the right attitude for a media myth. I worked my way backwards. Yippie could be derived naturally from the initials YIP. Then, for what words could YIP become an appropriate acronym? Youth --this was essentially a movement of young people involved in a generational struggle. International --it was happening all over the globe, from Mexico to France, from Germany to Japan. And Party --in both senses of the word. We would be a party and we would have a party. We would be the Youth International Party, and we would be called the Yippies.
It was simply a catchy label to describe a phenomenon that already existed: an organic coalition of hippie dropouts and political activists. Our culture was our politics. In the process of cross-pollination at civil rights demonstrations and antiwar rallies, we had come to share an awareness that there was a linear connection between putting kids in prison for smoking marijuana in this country and burning them to death with napalm on the other side of the globe. It was the ultimate extension of dehumanization. After we held a press conference, a headline in the Chicago Daily News promised: “Yipes! The Yippies Are Coming!” The myth was already becoming a reality. We opened an office. Yippie chapters were forming on campuses, and Yippies across the country were beginning to find out what to call themselves.
In Chicago that August, Robert Pierson, a supposed biker who had volunteered to act as Jerry’s bodyguard turned out to be a police provocateur. Indiscriminate, sadistic violence by the cops reached a peak during speeches in Grant Park. Eventually, the Chicago Tribune reported that Pierson was “in the group which lowered an American flag.” In Official Detective magazine, Pierson himself wrote: “One thing we were to do was defile the flag. The American flag in the park was taken down, then rehung upside down. After this had been photographed, a group of us, including me, were ordered to pull it down and destroy it, then to run up the black flag of the Viet Cong. I joined in the chants and taunts against the police and provoked them into hitting me with their clubs. They didn’t know who I was, but they did know that I had called them names and struck them with one or more weapons.” And that’s what set off the incident which resulted in what the government-commissioned Walker Report would describe as “a police riot.”
One year later, as I wandered around the Woodstock Festival, I was overwhelmed by the realization that this tribal event was in actuality what the Yippies had originally fantasized about for Chicago. No longer did so many of these celebrants have to feel like the only Martians on their block. Now, extended families were developing into an alternative society before your very eyes. I had never before felt such a powerful sense of community.
The soundtrack was live, and the Hog Farm commune provided meals, servicing the largest Bed & Breakfast place in history. Actually, they had been hired to provide security. But to Hog Farm leader Hugh Romney, security meant cream pies and seltzer bottles. He planned to wear a Smokey the Bear costume to warn people about putting out fires. This was not merely a three-day outdoor concert. This was a Martian convention. Or, as Abbie Hoffman called it, Woodstock Nation.
The political contingent was encamped in a huge red-and-white-striped tent christened Movement City. In the afternoon, a mimeograph machine was churning out flyers proclaiming that the outdoor concerts should be free. At night, several festival-goers were busy unscrewing the metal-wire fencing that had been put up during the day. Yippie Roz Payne was among them. She helped take down the No Trespassing sign and changed it into a sign that read Peoples Bulletin Board.
On an afternoon when Abbie, Roz and I took a stroll down Merchants Way, which led to the stage that was still being constructed, they took down the Merchants Way sign and put up a sign that read Ho Chi Minh Trail. Lights had not yet been strung up along the path, and as it got darker, we kept walking and stumbling until we got lost in the woods. After a couple of hours, we saw a light through the trees, realized that we were right back where we started, and we laughed ourselves silly.
Abbie would get serious later on, though, ebbed on by his sense of justice and fueled by the tab of White Lightning that we had each ingested. While The Who were performing, he went up on stage with the intention of informing the audience that John Sinclair, manager of the MC5 and leader of the White Panther Party, was serving ten years in prison for the possession of two joints; that this was really the politics behind the music.
Before Abbie could get his message across, Peter Townshend transformed his guitar into a tennis racket and smashed him on the head with a swift backhand. Townshend had assumed that Abbie was just another crazed fan. When The Who played at Fillmore East the previous week, a plainclothes cop rushed on stage and tried to grab the mike. He intended to warn the audience that there was a fire next door and the theater had to be cleared, but he was able to do so only after Townshend kneed him in the balls. Now he shouted at Abbie, “Get the fuck off my stage!” To the audience: “The next person that walks across the stage is going to get killed.” The audience laughs. “You can laugh, but I mean it!”
I inadvertently ended up with a political mission of my own at Woodstock. For a while, I was hanging around the Press Tent, which later turned into the Hospital For Bad Trips. A reporter from the New York Daily News asked me, “How do you spell braless?” I replied, “Without a hyphen.” He pointed out two men with cameras who were from the Criminal Intelligence Division of the Army. And a free-lance writer who knew someone with a source in the White House told me how the Nixon administration had assigned the Rand Corporation think tank to develop a game plan for suspending the 1972 election in case of disruption. I decided to mention this at every meeting I attended, every interview I did, every campus I spoke at and every radio show that I was a guest on.
A year later, the story was officially denied by Attorney General John Mitchell. He warned that whoever started that rumor ought to be “punished.” I wrote to him and confessed, but he never answered my letter. Actually, investigative journalist Ron Rosenbaum was able to trace the “rumor” back and discovered that I was the fifth level down from the original White House source. I believed it to be true, and even rented a tiny one-room apartment I could escape to when martial law was declared. It had a fireplace so that if the power went off I could cook brown rice.
Although I never used the place myself (a friend and her young son had been evicted, so I was glad to let them stay there), when I stopped to witness the level of my own paranoia, I flashed back to a moment at Woodstock. While meandering around the grounds, I had spotted an old friend, Tom Law, who was leading a group in yoga exercises, and I warned him, “If the government finds out you can get high just from breathing, they’re gonna ban oxygen.”
In February 1969, a group of Yippies were busy rolling several thousand joints and wrapping each one in a flyer wishing the recipient a Happy Valentine’s Day and containing facts about marijuana. More than 200,000 arrests for pot-smoking were made the previous year, and Mayor John Lindsay had just petitioned Governor Nelson Rockefeller to raise the penalty for possession from one year to four.
Those joints were sent to various mailing lists, such as teachers and media people, and to one individual only because he was listed in the phone book as Peter Pot. A local newscaster who displayed one of these joints was visited by a pair of narcotics agents, on camera, while he was still delivering the news. It was a TV first. Incidentally, the contents of all those joints had been paid for by Jimi Hendrix.
My favorite musical moment at the festival was Hendrix’s startling rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner.” His guitar wailing of our national anthem brought me to tears. It was a wordless version of what I interpreted to mean, “It’s not that we hate America, it’s that we feel the American dream has been betrayed, and we will live our alternative.” On the other hand, my least favorite moment was when I discovered that my new yellow leather fringe jacket was stolen from the Movement City tent.
Epilogue:
In 1971, Yippie co-founder Ed Sanders’ book about Charles Manson, The Family , was published. It raised several questions, and I began my own investigation. After having lived behind bars for most of his life, Manson was out on the streets again. He began to explore and exploit the countercultural value system, from Haight-Ashbury to Strawberry Fields. Driving his family around in a school bus painted black, he stopped at the Hog Farm, whose school bus was painted in rainbow colors.
While traveling, the Hog Farmers had found themselves at a fork in the road. Up above them, two sky-writing planes were playing tic-tac-toe, and the Hog Farm decided to go one way if the X’s won and the other way if the O’s won. Now they were back on their land, all standing in a circle, chanting “Om,” which somehow caused the visiting Manson to start choking and gagging, so his family began counter-chanting “Evil.”
It was an archetypal confrontation. Manson even tried to get Romney’s wife in exchange for one of his girls--plus the pink slip to the black bus. It was never made clear, if Romney had accepted this trade, by what means the Manson family would have departed, but that was a moot point. The black bus finally left, mission unaccomplished.
In the course of my research, I met Preston Guillory, a former deputy sheriff at the Malibu Sheriff’s Department, which aided the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department in the original raid of the Spahn Ranch. Guillory had participated in that raid, and I interviewed him at an apartment in San Francisco.
“We had been advised to put anything relating to Manson on a memo submitted to the station, because they were supposedly gathering information for the raid we were going to make,” he said. “Deputies at the station of course started asking, ‘Why aren’t we going to make the raid sooner?’ I mean, Manson’s a parole violator, machine-guns have been heard, we know there’s narcotics and we know there’s booze. He’s living at the Spahn Ranch with a bunch of minor girls in complete violation of his parole. Deputies at the station quite frankly became very annoyed that no action was being taken about Manson. My contention is this--the reason Manson was left on the street was because our department thought that he was going to attack the Black Panthers. We were getting intelligence briefings that Manson was anti-black and he had supposedly killed a Black Panther, the body of which could not be found, and the department thought that he was going to launch an attack on the Black Panthers.”
And so it was that the presence of racism had morphed the Sheriff’s Department into collaborators in a mass murder. Manson was portrayed by the media as a hippie cult leader, and the counterculture became a dangerous enemy. Hitchhikers were shunned. Communes were raided. In the public’s mind, flower children now had poisonous thorns. But Manson was never really a hippie. His real family included con artists, pimps, drug dealers, thieves, muggers, rapists and murderers. He had known only power relationships in an army of control junkies. Manson was America’s Frankenstein monster, a logical product of the prison system--racist, paranoid, violent--even if hippie astrologers thought that his fate had been predetermined because he was a triple Scorpio.
The ‘60s had come to an end, and the quality of co-option was not strained. “Today is the first day of the rest of your life” became a slogan for the Bank of America, and later for Total breakfast cereal. More recently, Tampax advertised its tampon as “Something over 30 you can trust. And names changed. Hippies became freaks. Negroes became blacks. Girls became women. Richard Alpert became Baba Ram Dass. Hugh Romney became Wavy Gravy, and his wife, Bonnie Jean, became Jahanarah. Yippie organizer Keith Lampe became Ponderosa Pine. My sister Marge became Thais. San Francisco Oracle editor Allen Cohen became Siddartha and moved to a commune where everybody called him Sid. They thought his name was Sid Arthur.
These days, there seems to be a mass awakening in process, comparable to the evolutionary jump in consciousness that took place during the '60s. It gives me a sense of hope, as well as a sense of continuity, that countercultural values have “infiltrated” mainstream awareness: the peace movement, organic food, animal rights, protecting rainforests, environmental sustainability, growing hemp, anti-pollution, recycling waste, racial equality, feminism, renewable energy, alternative healthcare, diversified spiritual practices.
The seeds that were planted then continue to blossom now. The spirit of Woodstock continues to be celebrated at such annual events as the Rainbow Gathering, Burning Man, Earthdance, the Oregon County Fair, the Starwood Neo-Pagan Festival, Pete Seeger's Clearwater Festival, the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival, and even such electronic magic as the montage of musicians around the globe playing and singing "Stand By Me" on YouTube.
And, yes, all the psychedelic relics I know have not stopped serving as agents of change. During the past four decades, there has been a linear progression from Jimi Hendrix playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” at Woodstock to Aretha Franklin singing “My Country, ’tis of Thee” at the inauguration of Barack Obama.
Some Local Articles by Paul Krassner:
Why I'm Optimistic About the Future
Other pages with Paul's Articles on flyingsnail.com
Paul's Home Page: http://www.PaulKrassner.com
Paul Krassner & Curtis Spangler ~ Photo: Dwight Dolliver
[Ed. Note Regarding, "WTF are you doing?": Photographer says to Paul, “I wonder where all the other warriors are today?” (referring to those brave enough to stand up against any form of injustice) and I lift my t-shirt to reveal a Maasai warrior belt (ref. 1, ref. 2); not to be confused with marriage belt, which has diamonds.]
Alerts ~ Remembering Dr. Richard Alpert a.k.a. Ram Dass & Nobody's Guru
In Memory of Our Very Dear Friend
Dr. Richard Alpert
a.k.a. Ram Dass & Nobody's Guru
April 6, 1931 ~ December 22, 2019
NOBODY'S STALWARTS ~ Curtis Spangler, left, and Ram Dass, right, lay out bumper stickers saying "U.S. out of North America" and other campaign paraphernalia. "Nobody for President" started when Wavy Gravy became disenchanted with presidential politics and decided Nobody should have that much power.
Stories & Letters
Yoga vs. Lysergic
Around 4:30 AM, December 6, 1969, I heard a bunch of noise outside the house, got up, peered out the window, saw a bunch of my friends getting out of a station wagon, and walking up the steps.
I made coffee as everyone settled on the living room floor and the topic of conversation was, 'today's concert at Altamont'.
One of my friends, who is no longer with us, was grinning ear-to-ear and announced he had some of Bear's 4-way wafers, made 'special for us'.
We each decided to take one wafer, figuring we would leave around 10:00 AM for the 'Stones' concert.
After about twenty (20) minutes everybody was 'feeling it', except me, so I took another one just to make sure.
By the time everyone was ready to leave I had eaten fourteen (14) wafers and still wasn't feeling anything, so I told my friends, "This is too weird, I think I'll stay home." and off they went.
Just to complete the end of that story, my friends got lost on the way and ended up on a back road that took them to the rear of the concert, where they parked, crawled under the stage, sat down in front, and saw the 'whole show'. Because of what happened, at that show, I am glad I did not attend.
Meanwhile, back at home I am still going about my daily routine as if nothing happened; all while trying to figure out why I was not affected like my friends. At this point I went to bed to take a nap. This is when something strange happened.
When I closed my eyes, I found myself sitting on the top of a ladder, with my head pressed against the ceiling, in a room with no windows or doors, that was dimly lit. When I opened my eyes, everything was normal; or perceived to be "normal".
The next day, some of the friends who went to Altamont dropped by to tell me their adventure, and I tell them mine, because it was still happening. After they leave, it was suggested I call my old friend Richard to see if he could offer any advice.
Psychedelic Review, Issue Number 1 ~ (complete pdf)
I knew Richard before he became Ram Dass and used to hang out with him at his Dad's house on the lake in New Hampshire; so that's where I called him.
His assistant told me he had just returned from India, had been asked to speak at Esalen in California, gave me the number, and told me to call him there.
When I called Esalen, I was told he was giving a lecture out on the lawn and they would give him my message.
About two hours later the phone rings and it is Richard asking me, "What's up?"
I tell him the story and he listens while saying, "Ahhh..." a lot. I also closed my eyes to see if that strange effect is going on, and am still sitting on the top of that ladder.
It takes me about five (5) minutes to explain my story and then he takes over the conversation for the next hour, telling me about his experiences in India.
As he is talking, I start to experience this light beginning to radiate around me and had my eyes open.
When I shut my eyes, the room with no windows or doors had become, for lack of better words, a gold/pink/white luminous cloud; except this time, I am sitting on a ladder in the middle of the cloud, with my head pressed against a ceiling of brilliant white light.
I interrupted Richard and told him what was going on; to which he responded with a very long, smile sounding, "Ahhh...."
The moment he did this, a trapdoor slammed open in the ceiling of light and I looked into what appeared to be infinite time, space, and beyond; something no amount of words will ever describe.
[I did attempt to create a picture]:
In the midst of phenomenal beauty, I saw this chubby old man wearing a blanket float by. As he passed, I noticed he seemed to be holding the earth, similar to the way one would hold an apple by the stem.
He lifted his head and gazed at me. When our eyes met this incredible smile came across his lips and the next thing I knew, I was jettisoned into another place I am not able to describe, other than say it was 'wheel like' and there were some incredible beings there...at the same time, explaining this over the phone, as it is happening.
Richard said to me, "It has obviously happened to you, I'll send you a letter.":
Letter Content:
Namaste
Curtis,
It's obviously happened to you. The seed has been planted. You need not worry too much it will flourish and seek its own way to the light. What follows now is a very slow and gentle opening, a listening, a re-evaluating, re-assessing, a calming of the mind along with the opening of the heart. Be very patient and very calm. We are dealing with eternal time and infinite space. All else is melodrama.
[snipped traveling to the Bay Area and getting together part]
Shanti, (peace)
Ram Dass
Along with the letter there was a booklist and names of some people I was to look up; which led me to Neem Karoli Baba, who explained there were two types of acid, Yoga and Lysergic and here is what I heard.
If one takes lysergic acid, finds a quiet, calm, cool place, and meditates, one might expect four (4) to six (6) hours of Darshan and come back down; whereas, when one works on themselves (Yogi Acid) and discovers where to turn on that 'switch', one never needs to come down, ..which began a new quest.
Original copy of what became the book known as, "Be Here Now"
Since this is the Internet (smile), here is a handwritten letter from Ram Dass regarding a problem I had about 'running up against psychic walls':
Letter Content:
Curtis,
By not acting upon desires one weakens their hold. This ultimately follows non-attachment or desire - all things come to you By calming the mind through meditation you will see that desires are based on a misconception - i.e., mistaking yourself for your body or thoughts. Further meditation shows you that all is impermanent, all is changing and there is no place to stand anywhere. Then we merge and float into the One - where we are always together in Love.
Shanti,
Ram Dass
Becoming Nobody | Official Trailer | 2019 via Passion River Films
Notes from ~@~ Remembering Emmett Grogan
Emmett Grogan
November 28, 1942 ~ April 6, 1978
Emmett Grogan (born Eugene Grogan) was a founder of the Diggers, a radical community-action group of Improvisational actors in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco, California. The Diggers took their name from the English Diggers (1649-1650), a radical movement opposed to feudalism, the Church of England and the British Crown. [Continue reading at Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia] ~ [Emmett Grogan's wake was held at the United State Cafe.]
Boptime ~ Saturday Mornings ~ w/Even Steven Leech
On Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) on Saturday with oldies back to back to back. At 7am (EDT) we begin Radiothon 2022, our annual direct connection with our community. However, because of the lingering COVID emergency, we’ll again be “virtual” this year. No hubbub in the studios, no ringing telephones. That doesn’t mean we pull out the stops for some special programming, brought to you in unique and maybe provocative ways. Tune in with Larry Williams and myself as we connect with the community on both sides of your speakers or phones. We are you. Our window to each other for this year’s Radiothon is WVUD.org. And maybe next year we can get our hubbub back. You can help. ~ Steve
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Dahbud Mensch ~ Stuck in the middle with who?
House Passes Marijuana
Decriminalization Bill
Marijuana will remain illegal at the federal level,
however, because the Senate won't go along.
by Arthur Delaney @ Huffington Post
More Examples of GOP Republican McCarthyism...
Up there with: I am not a crook, Babies in Incubators, WMD, etc. ???
“You want to know what this [war on drugs] was really all about? The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I’m saying?
We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders, raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news.
Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did.” ~ John Ehrlichman, Assistant to the President for Domestic Affairs under President Richard Nixon
ASIFA-SF, Karl Cohen ~ Association International du Film d'Animation, SF Newsletter
ASIFA-SF April 2022 Newsletter [PDF]
This current issue includes information about opera companies using animated sets including a production of the Magic Flute directed by Barrie Kosky and sets by Paul Barritt, Russian and Ukraine animator speak out for peace, a history of controversies at Disney including the current issue of rights, THE ALAMEDA INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL by Steve Segal including Phil Tippett’s “Mad God,” a report titled DISNEY HAS CREATED A UNIQUE FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT, BUT HAVE THEY OVERESTIMATED WHAT THE PUBLIC WILL PAY TO ENJOY IT? And a whole lot more! ~ Karl Cohen
Disclaimer #3
3. The most powerful tool on the planet today is Tell-A-Vision. That is where I tell a vision to you, and you tell a vision to me. That way, if we don't like the programming we're getting, we can simply change the channel.
Distant Relatives [Patience] via nabil elderkin
Dahbud Mensch ~ Stuck in the middle with who?
Bilderberg Group
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bilderberg_meeting
Bilderberg Group Depopulation
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=bilderberg+group+depopulation
Bilderberg Group Population Control
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=bilderberg+group+population+control
Life is deep & simple & what our society gives us is shallow & complicated. ~ Mr. Rogers
Dahbud Mensch ~ Stuck in the middle with who?
Was Clarence Thomas Nominated By A Hair?
Will Ginni Thomas Get Away With Sedition & Jan. 6 Violence?
Anita Hill would have been a better choice for SCOTUS?
Let’s Talk About How to
End Sexual Violence
That’s the most important conversation right now.
By Anita Hill, May 9, 2019
Ms. Hill is a professor at Brandeis University.
Original source: The New York Times Opinion ~ Posted by: TrendingPress, Photos @ Source, via Fred
Last month, Joe Biden called me to talk about his conduct during Clarence Thomas’s Supreme Court confirmation hearings in 1991. There has been a lot of discussion recently about whether he has offered me the right words. Given the #MeToo movement and Mr. Biden’s bid for the presidency, it’s understandable why his role in the hearings is being debated anew.
If the Senate Judiciary Committee, led then by Mr. Biden, had done its job and held a hearing that showed that its members understood the seriousness of sexual harassment and other forms of sexual violence, the cultural shift we saw in 2017 after #MeToo might have began in 1991 — with the support of the government.
If the government had shown that it would treat survivors with dignity and listen to women, it could have had a ripple effect. People agitating for change would have been operating from a position of strength. It could have given institutions like the military, the Department of Education and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission greater license to take more decisive action to end the scourge of harassment. And research shows that if leaders convey that they won’t tolerate harassment, people within an organization typically obey.
Instead, far too many survivors kept their stories hidden for years.
Thousands of women and many men have shared with me their stories of being sexually harassed since my testimony 28 years ago. These stories are especially troubling because they are so common. Yet they had long gone unseen, with the public viewing behavior from sexual extortion to sexual assault as a personal issue to be dealt with in private.
The world didn’t really begin to come to grips with the prevalence of sexual abuse until 2017, when the millions of survivors who became the #MeToo movement demolished the myth that sexual violence was insignificant.
The #MeToo movement taught us that it happens to people of all ages, races and ethnicities, whether poor, middle class or wealthy. While no group is immune, some groups like women of color, sexual minorities and people with disabilities are more susceptible than others. So are contract and gig-economy workers, who lack traditional employment protections. Low-income and tip workers, who might face retaliation that could mean losing their livelihood, are particularly at risk.
As the #MeToo revelations laid bare the truth of the overwhelming size of the problem, victims dared hope that our political leaders would take up the challenge of confronting it.
But that hope was dashed last year.
Christine Blasey Ford faced yet another Senate Judiciary Committee in 2018 considering yet another Supreme Court nominee, Judge Brett Kavanaugh, whom she had accused of sexual assault. And yet again, the process appeared to be concerned with political expediency more than with the truth.
After Dr. Blasey’s courageous testimony, many saw the callous and ham-handed approach of Senator Charles Grassley of Iowa, the committee’s chairman, as a replay of the Thomas hearings.
Even worse, a new generation was forced to conclude that politics trumped a basic and essential expectation: that claims of sexual abuse would be taken seriously.
Bad behavior has not gone away, notwithstanding the valiant efforts of the people in the #MeToo movement. A recent anonymous survey by the Department of Defense revealed that sexual harassment and assault in the military rose by 38 percent from 2016 to 2018. The Pentagon estimated that 13,000 women and 7,500 men were sexually assaulted in the 2018 fiscal year.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reports that one in three women and one in four men experience sexual violence involving physical contact during their lifetimes. And according to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, claims of sexual harassment increased by more than 12 percent from fiscal year 2017 to 2018.
It is no stretch to estimate that one in three American households are dealing with the economic, health or safety difficulties that accompany sexual violations.
Despite the grim reality, I remain hopeful, knowing how far we’ve come. If we acknowledge the severity of the problem and demand processes in which all sexual harassment and assault survivors are heard and not dismissed or punished for coming forward, our leaders will step up.
Survivors and their supporters need acknowledgment and justice. Words of condolence can never substitute for action aimed at ending the harm. There are measures that would show that our government is ready to respond to survivors.
The Senate leaders should adopt a fair and transparent process for responding to complaints raised about prospective presidential appointees with investigations conducted by an independent party.
Congress also should pass bills like the Be Heard Act, introduced in April, which would extend federal protections against sexual harassment and discrimination to contract, gig and other nontraditional workers, with special attention to low-income workers.
At a minimum, our representatives have to keep our military personnel, who pledge to protect our country, safe from sexual harassment and assault. Hard stop.
In the long term, our leaders need to address the larger inequalities that enable sexual misconduct to flourish.
Sexual violence is a national crisis that requires a national solution. We miss that point if we end the discussion at whether I should forgive Mr. Biden. This crisis calls for all leaders to step up and say: “The healing from sexual violence must begin now. I will take up that challenge.”
Related Links:
The New York Times Opinion | Kimberlé Crenshaw, Sept. 27, 2018
We Still Haven’t Learned From Anita Hill’s Testimony
In the great awakening around sexual harassment, race was politely ushered offstage. That problem persists.
Ms. Crenshaw is an expert on civil rights and black feminist legal theory. She assisted Anita Hill’s legal team.
Time to Consider Term Limits
For A Partisan Supreme Court?
Supreme Court to democracy: Drop dead
With a single rash, partisan act, the high court has tainted the Bush presidency, besmirched its own reputation and soiled our nation's proudest legacy.
By Gary Kamiya, Salon's executive editor
Dec. 14, 2000 | Tuesday, Dec. 12, is a day that will live in American infamy long after the tainted election of George W. Bush has faded from memory. With their rash, divisive decision to dispense with the risky and inconvenient workings of democracy and simply award the presidency to their fellow Republican, five right-wing justices dragged the Supreme Court down to perhaps its most ignominious point since the Dred Scott decision.
The court was the last American civic institution to have preserved an aura of impartiality, to be regarded as above the gutter of partisanship and self-interest. The reality, of course, is that no court, no judge, no human being, is completely free of those entanglements. Yet the court has generally acted wisely in avoiding judgments that would inevitably and utterly besmirch it. With one reckless and partisan ruling, it squandered its most precious possession: its reputation. It may take years, even decades, to repair the damage done by the Scalia-Rehnquist court's decision to cancel the election and crown the winner.
It's hard not to conclude, now that this whole sorry saga is over, that the fix was in from the beginning. Not the crude, "vast right-wing conspiracy" fix of Hillary Clinton's imagination, but a de facto fix. Why shouldn't one think the game was rigged, when five Republican-appointed justices -- one of whose son works for the law firm of the lawyer representing Bush, another of whose wife is recruiting staff for the Bush admininstration and two of whom have made clear their desire to retire under a Republican administration -- trashed their entire judicial philosophy to ram through, with only the most cramped of legal justifications, a last-second victory for a Republican who lost the national popular vote and, when the votes in Florida are actually counted, is likely to have lost the Florida one as well?
Perfect justice does not exist. But this was judicial folly, politically explosive and judicially threadbare. This was the court stepping in and awarding victory to one side before the game was over. Even those of us who don't often agree with the court's conservative majority expected better.
As Justice Stevens wrote in his savage dissent, "The position by the majority of this court can only lend credence to the most cynical appraisal of the work of judges throughout the land ... Although we may never know with complete certainty the identity of the winner of this year's election, the identity of the loser is perfectly clear. It is the nation's confidence in the judge as an impartial guardian of the rule of law."
As soon as the ruling was handed down, a nearly hysterical chorus of TV commentators, many of them cynical bear-baiters who wouldn't believe oaths sworn by their own mothers, suddenly pulled long faces and began urging the American people to accept the court's verdict, defer to its wisdom, venerate its grandeur, unite around Bush and generally go quietly back indoors to await further instructions. Television is never more nauseating than when it slips imperceptibly into its role as quasi-official national nanny, instructing the unruly masses in correct civic comportment. But if the dissenting justices can pour bile on the majority's opinions -- Stevens explicitly accuses his conservative brethren of impugning the integrity of their judicial colleagues -- why is it so frightening for the people to do the same thing? The American people's allegiance to democracy should be greater than our fealty to a court that has just spat in its face. In any case, we survived His Fraudulency I, the unduly elected Rutherford B. Hayes, and we will survive His Fraudulency II.
What the court ruled, when you get down to it, was that democracy shouldn't be allowed to get in the way of bureaucracy. One man, one vote? Overrated. Every vote counts? Too much trouble. None of those democratic pieties, the court in its infinite wisdom ruled, are as important as strict adherence to niggling rules and timetables -- rules and timetables that the court itself had the power to set aside. [Continue Reading]
Dahbud Mensch ~ Stuck in the middle with who?
The Original Complete List Of The
45 Declared Goals
For The Communist Takeover Of America
1. U.S. acceptance of coexistence as the only alternative to atomic war.
2. U.S. willingness to capitulate in preference to engaging in atomic war.
3. Develop the illusion that total disarmament [by] the United States would be a demonstration of moral strength.
4. Permit free trade between all nations regardless of Communist affiliation and regardless of whether or not items could be used for war.
5. Extension of long-term loans to Russia and Soviet satellites.
6. Provide American aid to all nations regardless of Communist domination.
7. Grant recognition of Red China. Admission of Red China to the U.N.
8. Set up East and West Germany as separate states in spite of Khrushchev's promise in 1955 to settle the German question by free elections under supervision of the U.N. [Finally ended 3 October 1990]
9. Prolong the conferences to ban atomic tests because the United States has agreed to suspend tests as long as negotiations are in progress.
10. Allow all Soviet satellites individual representation in the U.N. ~ [Albania, 14 December 1955 ~ Poland, 15 October 1945 ~ Bulgaria, 14 December 1955 ~ Romania, 14 December 1955 ~ Czech Republic, 24 October 1945 & 19 January 1993 ~ East Germany, 18 September 1973 ~ Hungary, 14 December 1955]
11. Promote the U.N. as the only hope for mankind. If its charter is rewritten, demand that it be set up as a one-world government with its own independent armed forces. (Some Communist leaders believe the world can be taken over as easily by the U.N. as by Moscow. Sometimes these two centers compete with each other as they are now doing in the Congo.)
12. Resist any attempt to outlaw the Communist Party.
13. Do away with all loyalty oaths.
14. Continue giving Russia access to the U.S. Patent Office.
15. Capture one or both of the political parties in the United States.
16. Use technical decisions of the courts to weaken basic American institutions by claiming their activities violate civil rights.
17. Get control of the schools. Use them as transmission belts for socialism and current Communist propaganda. Soften the curriculum. Get control of teachers' associations. Put the party line in textbooks.
18. Gain control of all student newspapers.
19. Use student riots to foment public protests against programs or organizations which are under Communist attack.
20. Infiltrate the press. Get control of book-review assignments, editorial writing, policy-making positions.
21. Gain control of key positions in radio, TV, and motion pictures.
22. Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. An American Communist cell was told to "eliminate all good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms."
23. Control art critics and directors of art museums. "Our plan is to promote ugliness, repulsive, meaningless art."
24. Eliminate all laws governing obscenity by calling them "censorship" and a violation of free speech and free press.
25. Break down cultural standards of morality by promoting pornography and obscenity in books, magazines, motion pictures, radio, and TV.
26. Present homosexuality, degeneracy and promiscuity as "normal, natural, healthy."
27. Infiltrate the churches and replace revealed religion with "social" religion. Discredit the Bible and emphasize the need for intellectual maturity, which does not need a "religious crutch."
28. Eliminate prayer or any phase of religious expression in the schools on the ground that it violates the principle of "separation of church and state."
29. Discredit the American Constitution by calling it inadequate, old-fashioned, out of step with modern needs, a hindrance to cooperation between nations on a worldwide basis.
30. Discredit the American Founding Fathers. Present them as selfish aristocrats who had no concern for the "common man."
31. Belittle all forms of American culture and discourage the teaching of American history on the ground that it was only a minor part of the "big picture." Give more emphasis to Russian history since the Communists took over.
32. Support any socialist movement to give centralized control over any part of the culture--education, social agencies, welfare programs, mental health clinics, etc.
33. Eliminate all laws or procedures which interfere with the operation of the Communist apparatus.
34. Eliminate the House Committee on Un-American Activities.
35. Discredit and eventually dismantle the FBI.
36. Infiltrate and gain control of more unions.
37. Infiltrate and gain control of big business.
38. Transfer some of the powers of arrest from the police to social agencies. Treat all behavioral problems as psychiatric disorders which no one but psychiatrists can understand [or treat].
39. Dominate the psychiatric profession and use mental health laws as a means of gaining coercive control over those who oppose Communist goals.
40. Discredit the family as an institution. Encourage promiscuity and easy divorce.
41. Emphasize the need to raise children away from the negative influence of parents. Attribute prejudices, mental blocks and retarding of children to suppressive influence of parents.
42. Create the impression that violence and insurrection are legitimate aspects of the American tradition; that students and special-interest groups should rise up and use ["]united force["] to solve economic, political or social problems.
43. Overthrow all colonial governments before native populations are ready for self-government.
44. Internationalize the Panama Canal.
45. Repeal the Connally reservation so the United States cannot prevent the World Court from seizing jurisdiction [over domestic problems. Give the World Court jurisdiction] over nations and individuals alike.
Boptime ~ Saturday Mornings ~ w/Even Steven Leech
On Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) on Saturday with oldies back to back to back. At 7am (EDT) after going back to this time in that parallel world in 1938 in My World, we’ll hear selections from Marc Blitzstein’s suppressed musical “The Cradle Will Rock” from the same year. At 8am (EDT) on Rockabilly Ridge, Michael Ace spins tunes by Hollywood actors not generally known for singing. At 9am (EDT) on Beatlemania!!! we’ll bop back to this time in 1964, when the Beatles were just beginning production for the film “A Hard Day’s Night,” and new British invasion bands were coming to our shores. We’ll hear the song that finally knocked the Beatles out of the #1 position on the hit charts after a string of #1 hit records. ~ Steve
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Notes from ~@~
Freedom of expression and freedom of speech aren't really important unless they're heard...It's hard for me to stay silent when I keep hearing that peace is only attainable through war. And there's nothing more scary than watching ignorance in action. So I dedicated this Emmy to all the people who feel compelled to speak out and not afraid to speak to power and won't shut up and refuse to be silenced.~ Tom Smothers
Carlin Step, DJ Steve Porter & Eli Wilkie via Roland Kardeby
The Great Bell Chant (The End of Suffering) via R Smittenaar
One Day, Matisyahu via ShalomLearning
Unsung Hero via Rattakarn Srithavatchai "Garn"
The Sacred Clowns ~ Heyókȟa
The Heyókȟa symbolize and portray many aspects of the sacred, the Wakȟáŋ. Their satire presents important questions by fooling around. They ask difficult questions, and say things others are too afraid to say. By reading between the lines, the audience is able to think about things not usually thought about, or to look at things in a different way.
Principally, the Heyókȟa functions both as a mirror and a teacher, using extreme behaviors to mirror others, thereby forcing them to examine their own doubts, fears, hatreds, and weaknesses. Heyókȟas also have the power to heal emotional pain; such power comes from the experience of shame--they sing of shameful events in their lives, beg for food, and live as clowns. They provoke laughter in distressing situations of despair and provoke fear and chaos when people feel complacent and overly secure, to keep them from taking themselves too seriously or believing they are more powerful than they are.
In addition, sacred clowns serve an important role in shaping tribal codes. Heyókȟa's don't seem to care about taboos, rules, regulations, social norms, or boundaries. Paradoxically, however, it is by violating these norms and taboos that they help to define the accepted boundaries, rules, and societal guidelines for ethical and moral behavior. This is because they are the only ones who can ask "Why?" about sensitive topics and employ satire to question the specialists and carriers of sacred knowledge or those in positions of power and authority. In doing so, they demonstrate concretely the theories of balance and imbalance. Their role is to penetrate deception, turn over rocks, and create a deeper awareness.
Develop Your Mind, Not Sacred Sites
Cree Prophecy
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find money cannot be eaten.
Nobody for President ~ NONE of the ABOVE should be a choice on voter ballots!
Curtis Spangler & Wavy Gravy, Nobody for President, 197610.12 ~ Photo: James Stark
American Dream, George Carlin via Ishtar [Not Work Safe] NOBODY should have that much power!
Nobody bakes apple pie better than Mom, is eternal, perfect, has all the answers, ended war, will love you forever, brought peace to our time, fixed global warming, fed the hungry & destitute, knows, cares, shives a git about you, loves you when you're down & out, and if elected will not lie to, or steal from, 'the people'; ...begging a question, What's NOTA's entry fee ...more lies that lead to mass murder or human sacrifice?
Message via Mike Pinder
Oh, I hope that I see you again I never even caught your name As you looked through my window pane ~ So I'm writing this message today I'm thinking that you'll have a way Of hearing the notes in my tune ~ Where are you going? Where have you been? I can imagine other worlds you have seen ~ Beautiful faces and music so serene ~ So I do hope I see you again My universal citizen You went as quickly as you came ~ You know the power Your love is right You have good reason To stay out of sight ~~ But break our illusions and help us Be the light ~ by Mike Pinder
Why I Think This World Should End, Prince EA via Prince EA
Without love in the dream, it will never come true. ~ Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. ~ John Lennon
The man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang. But the man did not hear. So the man yelled "God, speak to me" and the thunder rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen. The man looked around and said, "God let me see you" and a star shined brightly. But the man did not notice. And the man shouted, "God show me a miracle" and a life was born. But the man did not know. So the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are there" Whereupon God reached down and touched the man, But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
Don't miss out on a blessing because
it isn't packaged the way you expect!
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