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I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Herein lies the identity of their enemy
Herein lies the description of the abuses
Herein lies the claims against their tyrant
Herein lies the picture of their fixed intolerance
Herein lies their 'no recourse' and plan of action
Herein lie the rhyme and the reason, their right, and their duty
The Americans who led the way, and the people whom they represented, made it very clear that the abuses suffered at the hands of the King of England had become intolerable and the time had come for total separation. No one could have expressed it better than what we now read in in a short portion of the text: ***************************************************************
"But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world." What follows this paragraph is a long list of grievances.
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I counted 18 instances in which the pronoun "HE" was used to initiate an accusation against the King of England. The signers of the declaration left no doubt as to "The Who" of their enemy and "Why" he was so rendered.
In the closing lines of the text, with their backs against the wall and their faces staring in the face of God, it is no wonder that they could say with confidence and faith, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." As we celebrate the 4th of July in 2020, may we, the descendants(Red, Yellow, Black, Brown, and White) of the brave Americans of 1776 think no different and do no less.
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a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ
there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about
yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight
so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love
the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.
Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.
March 17 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 23-24
Key Verse – Joshua 23:3 And ye have seen all that the LORD your God hath done unto all these nations because of you; for the LORD your God is he that hath fought for you.
FAITH IN GOD WHO FIGHTS FOR US
God fights for us along our sacrifice of thanksgiving
Which we can offer by faith from the blessings we are receiving
Because of His love that constrains our earnest cleaving
Overcoming our afflictions with His healing and relieving.
God fights for us along our prayer of humility
Which we can pour by faith out from our soul’s sincerity
Because of His grace that aids our grievous infirmity
Overcoming our doubts with His promise for our petition’s intensity.
God fights for us along our heart of rejoicing
Which we can declare by faith against pride’s enforcing
Because of His power that strengthens us in our patient racing
Overcoming our arrogance while our needs He is sufficing.
God fights for us along our testimony of righteous desire
Which we can pursue by faith through His revival-fire
Because of His forgiveness that lifts us up from sinfulness-mire
Overcoming our guilt with His mercy that does not expire.
God fights for us along our nearness on the altar of consecration
Which we can fulfill by faith upon His instruction
Because of His Word that increases our devotion
Overcoming our unbelief with His wise direction.
God fights for us along our vision of victory
Which we can behold by faith through His heavenly glory
Because of His truth that drives us to His ministry’s territory
Overcoming our fear with His courage against overwhelming worry.
God fights for us along our dedication of performance-commitment
Which we can practice by faith in our great commission involvement
Because of His authority that leads us for His kingdom advancement
Overcoming our problems with His assured accomplishment.
March 17, 2025
I'm not a sinner; by bar-dancing I earn my living,
Pennies of my labor I gather, to God, thanksgiving;
Cloths meager; body a leafless bloom; yet, I have morals,
In feeding the stomachs wait for me, lies all my laurels...
Poverty, like a dark cloud, often my existence shrouds,
I find me standing naked amid hilarious crowds;
They tease me; toss me; tear me; undress me with lusty eyes,
They mock and knock; I bear them hearing within many cries...
Food is what my body needs; and plenty of love and care,
As I do not get them full, my love with others I share;
My old mother and fatherless children are my treasures,
To see them joy brim-filled, I go mad beyond all measures...
The male monsters, that fateful day, clawed me like hungry hawks,
Ready to tear, lust overflowing, like flummoxing fox;
Shouldn't a bar-dancer have rights for her own chastity?
Should her deprivation design her life's dull destiny?
Immorality turned morals; chaos, laws; sinners, saints,
Had I not built my spirit, brick by brick, amid constrains?
I struggled, like virgins of old, praying to the supreme,
Did the flesh-hungry, care to feel, for my heart's endless dream?
Helpless, might be like Maria Goretti, I did find,
The steep passage, like a deep wide, large well, lying vacant;
A self-stricken thud; and a jump; there did end my story,
Suicide - they might laugh - yet to me, it's a victory...!
They might probe and would weave many an awful mystery,
With my mother and children too quiz many a query;
Life for the righteous human beings dawns often the same,
If you are ready to compromise; you could change the game...!
Yet, what's life? What's wealth? What's cozy luminous luxury?
Above the inner truth could one find any theory?
One might find my act, foolish and waste, in this times present,
Yet, isn't meaning in life, more than assets abundant...?
...21-Year-Old Delhi Bar Dancer Falls To Her Death...
14 December 2021
While fame hinders and constrains the soul, obscurity envelops a person like a mysterious mist,
Obscurity is dark, vast, and free, allowing the mind to follow its path unimpeded by the world,
Over the obscure person flows a merciful infusion of soothing and profound darkness,
No one knows where he goes or where he comes from, for he travels in the shadow of the eternal unknown.
He can seek the truth and speak it without fear, for he alone is truly free from all,
He alone is sincere, he alone is at peace with himself and the world, in this absolute silence,
He is not in competition, he never desired the fame or money that bring turmoil to the soul,
He only wanted to put words on paper as he felt them in the depths of his secret soul.
And he had to lay down the words, otherwise, he would be overwhelmed by something worse than death itself,
An inner roar demanding expression, a storm that had to be released in secret and profound verses,
In obscurity, he finds the freedom to create without limits, to dream without constraints, to truly feel,
Where silence and darkness intertwine in harmony, he finds the true peace of the soul.
In this blessed mist, he loses and finds himself, a traveler of the desired and loved infinite,
Obscurity becomes a realm of possibilities, where his soul can fly unafraid and free,
And words flow like a river of light in the darkness, drawing maps of his heart full of desires,
And in this sublime solitude, he is truly free to be who he is, without being judged.
Each letter becomes a note in the silent symphony of his deep and mysterious thoughts,
Each word is an echo of a heartbeat, a reflection of his soul in the mirror of time,
Obscurity embraces him like a protective cloak, offering him the space he needs to create,
In the shadow of silence, he finds his true voice, and the world becomes the canvas on which he paints his dreams.
Upon the porch overlooks the stellar way,
Nothing but darkness, on the great stellar way
Over the dead sky, pendent hang cold bright Moon
To warn whoever to walk and lay down soon
A lone stranger comes to us, when gloomy day
Then stops by the old porch, in tattered array
Enquires softly what hour should befall the shade
I answer him, though was quite dazed and confused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake
Under the Glass Moon, we seem to loose what’s right
To the joy we haven’t and the tears never cried
All there is to us, but a moment delight
The blood horrid became the pleasure we’ve desired
Dear stranger, to be honest, if I could tell
Under its pale eyes, we seem at lost ourselves”
“Under the Glass Moon Eyes we sure lose something
It’s not of ours to lose by the moonlit ground
I have noticed sooner darkness’ a becoming
From chill night, a warm shelters hard to be found
Ere this forlorn cold constrains me to callous weight
I must ask whether your kindness ‘d let me stay
For weariness’s had my visions worn and blurred
This journey of mine shall see no end, I fear
The storms should come, perhaps at distance closer
If I could burden you till morrow comes near?”
He stands there long, in silence, gestures bemused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake…”
“Under the Glass Moon,” he mutters, “comes the shade”
The drifter then looks into his dread, vacant eyes;
Their emptiness accursed shares the endless way
“Never again!” linger on those breathless sighs
And into the dark night, his twilight steps fade
August 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 42-45
Key Verse – Jeremiah 42:3 That the LORD thy God may shew us the way wherein we may walk, and the thing that we may do.
FAITH IN GOD WHO SHOWS US HIS WAY
God shows us His way against destructive pestilence
Along His provisions with bountifulness-prevalence
That enables our faith to trust His grace-opulence
With our thanksgiving filled midst praises’ excellence.
God shows us His way against wickedness-captivity
Along His strength in fighting lust and carnality
That drives our faith to abide in His perfect will’s certainty
With our conviction upon Biblical standard and authority.
God shows us His way against sin-caused affliction
Along His answer toward our prayer and supplication
That charges our faith to trust His truth’s revelation
With our steadfastness in obeying His instruction.
God shows us His way against frustrating doubts
Along His reproof correcting our wrong whereabouts
That constrains our faith to adhere to His Scriptural routes
With our humility in submitting our pride-pushed pouts.
God shows us His way against threatening hunger
Along His satisfaction overcoming crises that linger
That prods our faith to fight discontentment-anger
With our trust, learning from His admonishing finger.
God shows us His way against adversary’s snare
Along His guidance as well as wisdom of loving care
That allows our faith to behold His heavenly stare
With our discernment as the Gospel we share.
God shows us His way against backsliding voice
Along His direction toward Scriptural worship-poise
That leads our faith to serve Him well while we rejoice
With our delight for making the best valuable choice.
August 24, 2025