Today you say what and why? These are questions.

Words will flow from an interplay of history, memory and a current pressure to make a symbol of a sound that last. I, we, do not speak as intended garbage. Do you express yourself to a throw away reality? Are not your verbal emissions, or commissions meant to generate an energy, to impact the present moment into a direction that you yourself aim intention towards? Communication might be; humor, instruction, passion, sharing, questioning, or some other direction of expression.

A lot of writing instruction seems to be about merchandising ones expression, to be better perhaps, but quite possibly to sell yourself by getting attention. Broadening my command of the language does serve to further my intentions to some degree, but not in all spheres of influence. The power of the human heart to deliver a message is not proportionately relative to my vocabulary or tricky mental gymnastics that may intrigue the linguistically adept.


What do I aspire to then as a writer, which most people are? The heart of the matter. That is what I strive for. I do not know if I necessarily accomplish that to the highest standards of lucidity or coherent presentation. A life is only so long, however, and for some of us, we are not writing to the capital W group, who declares themselves a Writer, a Poet, or any other sub-set; only a man, a woman, or any type cast that implies otherness to being a full human being. We seem to have defined ourselves in many ways, by the things we do or are not, and not necessarily how we feel about how our doings interact with all of being alive.

I remember being asked often when young or at parties; “What do you do?” I was usually insulted by being reduced to one question as to my worldly relevance. I know they most always meant for work, but even so, such an anorexic way to get to know me. Load my plate up if you like!  Go ahead and make me think. Ask what I feel about my place in the world, and how I thought I would become as an adult as a youngster. I think suddenly we might jump right into some more intimate exchange and awareness of one another.


I like writers. I hope I have not been mistaken in my clumsiness. We most all are writing here. I am glad and thankful to each of you, no matter age, philosophy or motivation, you have something to say. You offer time in service of your need to tell your story. So are spending time on me! That need has many factors that differ one to another, and we surely will have our preferences, that is our prerogative.

I hope we take a chance at times, to read someone that seems not our type, even to the degree of not liking how they say things. The most surprising gift of understanding a different view does not often come from those most like us, but those others we need to know.

Millions of us put a piece of ourselves into every word. None are empty.


Political and religious thoughts are in some ways easy fodder for group-think imagery.

I experienced a lot of that kind of thought when “New Agers” unhinged their minds from what they thought was a ridged scientific paradigm, to one where one could always be right in ones feelings. If you felt California was going to break off into the ocean, you and a lot of others began to plan the future around your new coastline.

Maps were made of the USA breaking of into romantic sounding regional zones, where of course New Age definitions littered the landscape. How lovely a thought. Well, it was to those who dreamed it up as their Utopian wish about to come true any day now. Sound familiar to the premillenial dispensationalist reading this? Some end is always near.

A watered down version of wishful magical thinking is ever-present in the Iraq politicized manipulations. It was an easy sell once fear is installed as the prime directive; that a magical heavenly like result would result after some localized apocalypse to someone. People unplugged from critical thinking abilities, unable to recognize a false premise from an investment guarantee or an apple, could see the new age vision as a dream to come true. After we make a big mess on someone of course. Their own personal earthquake-shake-up.

All that is require for Gang Magical Thinking is for the proof of truth to be both relativistic and disassociated from actual fact based patterns. We live in a country now where facts and theory’s are considered equals, yes, for control of your mind, true, but to keep us each busy with our confusions. A good explanation that comes down the pike then, can stand in as the view of the enlightened. Coastal properties in Arizona for Sale. Get them before they are gone and still at a low price.


Group Magical Thinking is not owned by any one type of religion or political association. It will be employed by most all political and religious leaders for self perpetuating reasons. It is as if ignorance becomes the communal guide. Sorry if communal buzzes you off this topic, since it has been installed as a buzz word; one meant to wrap a whole lot up in a flash.

But the gang mentality is a communal or tribal one, where humankind is separated off in perceptions as us against them. Does not mean that all us against them’s are false mind you, just that almost all of them are in some ways truncated concepts, intentionally on some level, meant to dehumanize others, making them expendable without too much emotional or spiritual angst.

(However, it must here be noted; separation is always an illusion. Consequences will ensue.)

Get ready for the election onslaught of GMT. It will likely spill over into religious groups since the boundaries of religion and state institutionalized concepts of separation are being ever more blurred. No matter the case, it is you and I who will be relied on to both be more fearful of someone, and promised a whole lot by someone else.  Barack will fix it all?  Hillary will mend it all?  John will keep us all safe?  Who are you really kidding.  We actually own what happens, not them!

What I need ask myself is; who is behind this influence, and what promises are even able to be kept without beating someone or something up. Who is asking the most, of my ignorance?

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