Heads Roll With Laughter

What to do, how respond, to totalitarian tyranny in someone else's home or community or economy? OK, good question, I hope, yet with ample precedent in polycultural battles to attain harmonious balance where we have become monopolistically lost. What do you do, how respond, to monocultural stimuli advancing in your own heart, across your backyard? When illness stalks you, declares you alien to life's current probabilities of rationally redeeming praxis, when even your friends recognize your karma arcing from past memories inviting evolution's highly personal fragile future. What do you do when you fear your ego and ecological relationships of love, and sometimes even faint suggestion of domestic peace, may realistically be at an unwelcome end? I tend to ask myself, then those around me, profoundly wise questions: Have I done something to tick you off? Why this tyranny, where is the winning function of decay, mayhem, mercenary merciless mob thuggish behavior? Who is winning what in this long-hot summer of monopolistic habits, monotheistic norms, assumptions of egocentric, rather than healthy ecologic. Why zero-sum competitive strategies and principles of decadent economics? Who designed such sick chaos? And, my answer always echoes resoundingly back across our Eternal Transitional Moment, "no one, this is a fool's game we witness." So, whether this totalitarian monocultural weedpatch of a socioeconomic climate is your own or your neighbor's or your wider DNA/RNA-rooted regenerative cousins trees seas stardust Elders, if you know them as interdependent relations within EcoTherapeutic Praxis we mentor with, by, and for each Other. So continue to water your cooperative flowers and ignore that violent weedish autocrat suffering from too much yang, too little yin flexibility and graceful mind and inclusively grateful breath. If you can't engage them, join them in distant laughter at ourselves for being such an autistically exclusive species, distracted by our own solar spots and days gone solo, we forget we're all in our mess together, whether we aim ballistics at hearts, and wallets, and purses, and values, or not. When my teenagers cannot believe they need not fear me, because my actions tell them otherwise, according to their diverse abilities, they laugh with me, this laughter so surprises I cannot retain my fear and anger, but maybe a little suffering, or my daughter shuns me, or my older sons ask me what is my problem? It helps when they remember to ask with kindness and curiosity about my pain and fear and anger and cherished suffering. So, why not a simple email from one head of state, tribe, community, household, unholy terror, to Other: I can see you are suffering catastrophic loss of wealth and happiness, your nutrients are leaking, your polycultures fade and your monocultural trend is sharply rising, how can we help? Sometimes I'm in no mood to talk. I want to hang on to my suffering, to fully harvest its lessons. Sometimes I'm in a mood to not tolerate shunning from Ms. Oppositional Daughter, but my son who cannot speak, understands no language beyond rhythm and resonance, language as music in personal keys and chords, when he laughs at my vast righteousness, I melt and wilt to join his polycultural revolution of atmosphere attention primal assumption of mutual gratitude. We will always laugh together as we have throughout our incarnations.