MONSOON MUSHROOM BLOOM

This was a small beginning thunderstorm during monsoon season

5 or so miles away.

They can move off from this state to many times this size.

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Strong storm coming into town.

CLOUD FORMATION DURING AFTERNOON STORMINESS

RULES OF DERANGEMENT

Compartmentalization; first law of separation

Divert attention; first law of bait and switch

Wedge issues; first law of divide and conquer political opponents base

False analogy; first law of stupidity

Contextual incongruity; first law of brain washing

Repetition, repetition; first law of echo chamber bias

Bound reality matrix; first law of Zeitgeist control

I’m just rattling off some obvious means of deception and manipulation. Most have to do with controlling others thoughts of themselves, who they identify with, then solidifying the perceptual deal. Now your interest comes from my interest.

Naturally what one calls the controlling interest in society, have the huge edge in employing methods of thought and perception control. Usually in childhood we are imprinted with our parents or some respected elders notions of what is right and wrong, and how we serve the former and defeat the latter. This is kinda rational in evolutionary Darwinian terms. Does not, however, imply implicit rightness.

For the political and social manipulators of their own interest advantage, reality cues outside of their ideology will be ignored or put down if they do not prop up the belief system. We hear the notions of tax or welfare selectively employed to bias perceptions this way and that. These days we have much personality pedaling influence or apparent charismatic surety to load the impressions in a predetermined direction. This means we are not looking for consensus in a tempered view of reality, but rather the higher validity of our sides own viewpoints.

Well and good on a small scale. There is or has been room for, competing viewpoints to battle it out over elections or other authority staking sermons. But now, with world systems integration and environmental impacts off the scale of human institutions to address compartmentally. A new paradigm must raise its integrating notions to center stage.

“Supporting business above a particular social groups need, is more truthful at benefiting society than tax and spend.” This is a popular notion of rising wealthy ships spending more money, which workers or somebody then can put in their canoe. It sides explicity with the welfare of the rich above the rest. The old trickle down theory has become leaky. These days it is a Faustian bargains shell game of deception chosen for the predeceived.

Not only might your rich yacht go and keep its loot in someone elses land, but the whole integral effect of expansion as the philosophy of cancer if off the budding opportunist radar.

We are using up earth resources at a dramatically unsustainable rate. We keep pushing the calamitous reckoning into the future. And now some of that future is here. In spite of this we see the true believers in unlimited expansion, mocking those who wish to learn from our mistakes.

Conservatives, in particular, look to no integrative reality check. They denied global warming in spite of the stunning ice core correlations between greenhouse gases and temperature rise. In their ideological bubble, they never see the pin. You can go to innumerable pundit sites on the right and feel the sneer at reality, the seeming contempt for inclusion of any contraindication. As conservatives are want to do; they will hang onto their rising ship delusion until it sits near the Titanic.

I grew up with how we were fixing the world by providing food (bread basket of the world) and big ways to mass produce it. Now we have a massive world population in teeming cities, disease, rampant pollution, desertification, and political turmoil from population and resource pressures; who, if they follow our bigger is better ways, we will be all gravely ill; and by the way have you bought the latest trinket or are you going to fall to the wayside. How is that wayside compared to extinction?

We should have a growth stage name to determining what economic cancers time limits are. We might be at stage three of four? But you will not hear of it from the ideologues on the right. You will hear such notions called (reach into their bag) lack of vision, extremist Luddites, leftist propaganda-socialism, class warfare, free riders, ignorance of how economic reality works, anti-Americanism, cave men mentality, and whatever cult reinforcing buzz word or phrase that is meant to have you ignore the reality that there is an illness, it needs treatment, or we all will suffer a convulsive end.

There is a kind of vast conspiracy going on in America. It is to keep us in the collective dark, that we not realize what our responsibilities truly are, and what responsibilities corporations and leaders should be honestly held to account to.

I DIDN’T DO IT!————————yet

I have not viewed the news this morning. Would not dare turn on the cable news circular conveyor belt. If there was live coverage of a bear walking through suburbia, with helicopters crashing overhead in the news maker ambush. I am sorry. I missed it.

I have not heard which presidential candidate suddenly came back, or which one slipped back of the pack of presidential wanna-bees. Without even looking, I am of the mind that there should be a mental disorder called; “I want to run your country as president, thus bringing heaven on earth syndrome.”

Wouldn’t it be great if we had a vote of confidence control over the president? Congress doesn’t have it. We could change them like rolls of toilet paper. This one is out, time for a new one. The trouble with that is that we would then even spend more time getting informed, no work would get done, but we could argue politics a lot more in the open, I think.

I guess then we should at least break the chief executive office down to manageable proportions; the president of business and the economy; the president of foreign affairs and the military; the president of domestic issues and national social health. That way if we decided one told us a lie or something, we could boot him or her out, while other things still kept going relatively smoothly.

One thing has proved solid and sure as the ground we walk on. By being kept in various stages of relative ignorance as we currently are, it is we and the future that get a spanking over the barrel.

The barrel of oil, the barrel of laughing monkeys, whatever barrel you like.

HORSES THAT VISIT BELOW OUR DAM

Some post down you see water flowing over the small dam at my house.

These horses and at times cattle, graze on the aftermath of grass.

SILENT TRESPASS

It is heard around the world

in ancient flute and shell

stretched skins and string

a sound skimming across the waters

across time

It whispers in fall winds

can be as transient as a sound

of snowflake landing on your shoulder

or come yearning as a wolfs lone howl

repeating from invisible distance

a receding train whistle

leaving the past in night echoing

some music has such a call

The composer may be

buried now beneath the city

or under a stone in a glen

yet they speak in pure feeling

the musician translates and creates

and we lose time across a membrane

the sounds bypass words inhibitions

slipping through ethereal channels

we listen and know not how

someone knows our private soul

they streetch it out in public

and they tell us of love and joy

stranded from some place we are without them

they speak in vowels of deepest pain

come and gone in eternal longing

they have seen into our lonely heart

we are left in a stunned stasis

an ambiguity of what we are

time and space and person

blur into omniscient sound

sound does have that presence

atoms carry it across a room unintentional?

while holding electron hands

in space

a meeting place

between our own ears

with many lives tucked under planks

a bridge is crossed which we never think of

a mote we know not from where

surrounds our lives on an island

kept this knowing away

yet we yearn for the visitor

it dwells in continuum’s

of sound and silence

notes that make realities fouth dimention

the known from the unknown

a stranger closer to who we are

whispers into our ears

a name

I cannot speak

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(a poem by Benafia online)