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Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...
"Who loves you, baby?" A 4-worded question By police detective On a television show*
"Who loves you?"
Like a bridge over troubled waters,
Let's see if we can find a solution
For all this pain and confusion
"Who loves you?" Like coded lines For the down and out, Or someone down on their luck
"Who loves you?" To dedramatize the scene For someone who's caught On the wrong side of the law
A greeting that says, I'm for and not against you, But for now, I want to know, "Who loves you?'
040520PoS*Telly Savalas, Kojax '73-78
I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."
Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.
Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.
Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.
This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism's
supremacist agendas
for rationalism's ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.
To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism's WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.
This is the story of two all-time great baseball pitchers who are both in the Hall-of-Fame. So, the story goes like this. Last week the old-timers both well into their nineties, were out together at a pub enjoying a fine meal and some fine chardonnay. They talked for hours about their pasts and about how long they knew each other ever since they started playing ball together way back in little league. Over the years they became great friends exchanging Christmas gifts with each other, having Halloween parties and celebrating many occasions with each other, never missing each other's birthdays and both always attending the other's family members weddings and anniversaries. They were indeed best-of-besties for life. During their dinner conversation the topic of death came up. John, who was six months older than Joe, came up with a thought about dying and when whoever should pass first that they promise to ask the good lord if they can come back to tell the other what to expect when he gets to heaven. After they both agreed they sipped their fine wine and made the toast and a promise. Well, sure enough just about a week later, John, the elder of the two passed away. After learning of the terrible news Joe (feeling down and out and lonely) went to the pub and waited for his friend to show up. Wouldn't you know it, just about a half an hour of waiting Joe realizes that his pal John was sitting in the stool next to him. John...he shouts!! You're here, I can't believe the good lord actually agreed to you coming back. His first question to John was naturally- "John- What's it like in heaven, do they have baseball up there" John looked at Joe and smiled, then he said- "Yes, there is baseball up in heaven. He told Joe that it was awesome, but he said to Joe, there's some good news and some bad news I must tell you about. The good news is they have beautiful fields, umpires that never make a wrong call, the food is terrific, and they even have beautiful cheerleaders at every game. Wow said Joe- that all sounds amazing! Well, that's all-wonderful Joe replied, but tell me what's the bad news, John? John replied- Well, the bad news is "Get ready quick...you're the starting pitcher tomorrow"
baseball in heaven
playing together again
forever friendship
Earth resounds rational
restoring harmonic faith
in an omnipotent universal
double-entry accounting and governing
ego-eco balancing system
WinLeft only to also WinRight,
And cooperatively researching
EgoYang/EcoYin positivenergy co-relations
co-incidents
co-arising WinHealth-WinWealth--
further revolving health/wealth multicultural events
of creolizing herstory,
macaronic
co-acclimating
transubstantiating
nurturing nutritional
bottom line cooperative
not nonzero-sum Right inductive
and zerosum Left deductive
extending family roots of ZeroZone
ecopolitical and personal
secular and sacred
LeftEgoNature and RightEcoSpirit flow-power.
We probably could
bicamerally imagine
a bilateral omniconsiderate
integrative should co-operate
as Whole Open System
of generalized
metaphysical polynomial inter-relationships
intra-reassociated relationals,
PositivEnergy nutrition principles.
Left deductive yet cooperative scientists
uncovering never LoseLose devolutionary
dysfunctional NegativEntropic ExFormation
rediscovering devolution down and out and in
toward ZeroSum double-entry,
not this
not that,
Tit for Tat
WinWin Game PolySystemic Theory.
Right inducing sacred invention
of Left's secular Ego-Titsical idolatrous reborn identity,
ZeroZone within mortal sinner skin,
is appositional dipolar
to Right MindBody's
ongoing original timeless Ego/Eco DNA
thymine/cytosine Harmony,
WiseElder hydrogen/helium
nature/spirit
Convex/Concave Resonance.
Polyphonic bilateral
ZeroZone polynomial
heuristic health-wealth systems,
whose total open everyday personal system
WinEgo/WinEco consciousness
would double-bind cancel out
all notnot polynomially disassociated questions
about all pathologically isolated climate problems
Resolving resilient integrity pathologies
could therapeutically result in
timeless feelings
sublimeLeft/subliminalRight
polynomial ZeroZone as also not(not-polynomial) ZeroSum
WinEgo as also WinEcoPolyPhonic Resonance
and LoseLove's Resonance
as also Lose EgoPolyPathic Integrity
double-binding deficits.
Yin/Yang within
not knot-squared
and cubed
and fractailed...ZeroZone bell curves
of and for fractured Universally Resilient Health
riding HereNow's remaining Wealth.
The regressive Supreme Court decision
hustled, proclaimed, and voiced
June 24th, 2022
immediately quashing pro choice option,
struck down constitutional right
(upheld for half a century -
formerly allowing, enabling and providing
the muliebrous population
access to secure and safe abortion)
and sent a chill into the air.
A woman of childbearing age
within the United States trade
risk seeking abortion if she
unwittingly finds herself pregnant
resorting to desperate measures
sans mortality written
courtesy blood and gore costly paid
for ownership of body electric
autonomy usurped to choose abortion,
especially females representing
low income statistic,
whose chaotic, frantic, hectic..., existence
quite unlike bucolic, idyllic, poetic
lifestyle exemplified, exhibited, and exuded
by Thomas Kinkade
impossible (aery) mission
to buzzfeed another mouth
hence unlucky gal
now faces criminal charges,
whereat strong arm of the law
one lass unable to evade.
Despite being an older
long haired pencil necked geek male,
(a genetic product
of the baby boomer generation)
albeit one dazed and confused man,
whose body resembles
a miniature lead zeppelin
I a baby boomer guy
always inclined toward
remaining aforementioned gender,
nevertheless can empathise
with red hot poker anger
fecund women most likely experience,
when in the heat of passion
birth control measures vehemently
even non verbally overruled,
when an aggressive partner
thwarts such rational precautions
exerting patriarchal domination
loosing abundant seminal fluid
with deliberate intent to impregnate.
Many instances abound,
(since time immemorial)
whereby linkedin couples
ardently, fervently, maddeningly
strive to beget offspring
and thus shuck off
the application regarding
accessing, kickstarting, wielding
invocation of divine spirit,
thus their sexual relations
forfeit applying prophylactics,
oftimes feeling down and out
when biological fertilization
breeds despair, grief, mourning...
yet no sooner does adoption
appear as the last best hope
the maternal hormonal gonadal
secretion agency, propensity, viscosity....
and quirky unpredictability,
where unsuspecting latent virility
to procreate ironically occurs.
I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends and love affairs throughout the years but liked my bachelorhood too much to ever marry a next ex. I developed a thriving business out of my garage in 1983 creating a product no one ever thought could ever be made in the flooring industry. If you like check it out by going to google and put into the search engine Sealflex Ind. Inc. all the information is still there. The business lasted for 26 years with my corporate office in Costa Mesa, Ca. and manufacturing plant in Dallas, Texas along with a dozen employees. The business lasted for 26 years until the downturn of 2008 when so many businesses in the construction industry went south, stuff happens.
I had to move to Northern Calif. where the cost of living was better for me without hardly any income to speak of. When you’re busted, broke and down and out and feeling depressed you must find your way all over again never giving up. I used to live in Huntington Harbor, Ca. in the ocean harbor I had a wonderful boat with all the trimmings life was so good back then now that great life is just a memory for me. When your business is lost, no income you must do what you must do in order to survive and stay alive. Never in a million years did I ever think I would ever write a book let alone 12 eBooks that are published on Amazon Kindle and my website www.enjoyanebook.com all science fiction and ghost stories I started writing books in 2009 using my pen name of Darren James. I have also written 3 complete books of over 350 pages each they are also science fiction soon to be published by a major book publishing house. Although I have been writing my poetry since 1976 with well over 1,500 poems published and a number of my poems in hard back books over the years.
Life is good but oh so short, so many things on my bucket list I intend to accomplish sooner rather than later. I love to travel and have enjoyed going to Thailand three times so far and want to return, possibly living their three months of the year.
This is my story so far with many other adventures to accomplish.
Dennis Davis.
Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness.
They crisscross like dueling knights. People in the crosswalk scamper
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets of the charging gale force winds, rattle an awning,
and newly planted maple saplings bend and sway
in random pairs. Set in concrete planters, they hang on by tender rooted toes.
Pages of a discarded newspaper are hurled into the air,
buoyed on the steely breath of a frigid winter evening.
Several leaflets scatter into the street and down the sidewalk,
into the path of one lone pedestrian.
He slaps away the sports page, that flies into his chapped, red face.
Without hesitation, this castaway vagrant, down and out
by the rape of hard times, will accept an offered dime,
from a passing man in a Red Sox ball cap.
Head bent low, face hidden, a worn and dirty pea coat
pulled tightly around his thin frame, he carries all his meager belongings
in a large paper grocery bag, wrinkled and beginning to tear.
Serving as his satchel, the brown bag, damp and worn,
still displays big bold red and black letters
advertising "Smart and Final Grocery"--"Located in Three Convenient Locations".
A city bus roars by, splashing through three days of rain,
and a siren and a blaring horn is heard from the next block.
The dark silhouetted outcast, stops for a moment,
peers into a sidewalk trash receptacle, then continues slowly down the sidewalk.
A taxi pulls up along the curb behind him, and the attractive couple,
dressed in evening wear, emerge, pay for their taxi, and arm in arm,
enter Mario's Italian Restaurant, the brick bistro
that sits on the corner of Broadway and 1st.
It begins to rain again, and across the street people open umbrellas
and like the afore mentioned squirrels, they scurry home to supper.
The lone man walks in the rain, his pace doesn't quicken, his voice never spoken,
a spirit broken, ............ his sack held together by circumstance.
A passerby takes a brief glance...just a quick, chanced moment,
to take notice of "Smart and Final's" last stance.
she gave so much that her tank was running on empty
money worldly possession advice love and heart blood
clothed and fed the homeless
a kind word and a few coins
to every poor beggar in sight on the long windy road
of social mobility going the wrong way towards loss
selfless she stumbled upon utter
misery devastation and destitution
surely some of the tramps would buy smokes and booze
in search for mind-numbing solace from their vile plight
who is to judge unless they marched
in somebody else’s shoes or barefoot
the neighbours chuckled she looks like one of the vagrants
and they resembled each other when the days drew to a close
nightmares filled her aspirations and dreams
but she lit candles and incense in firm prayer
one rainy freezing midnight one of her down and out drifters
set himself alight at the local petrol station in search of the light
inflamed her sorrow and the stench of hot fumes
rekindled her blazing desire to proffer even more
‘it’s my fault alone I should have invited him into my home’
but every nook and cranny had already been filled with bodies
and her pantry was empty with power for the fridge disconnected
she had sold the furniture except for mattresses a long time ago
‘should have slept on the street myself and not him´ but
does hindsight matter when blindness stole present vision
eventually the fuel pipe broke under pressure of emptiness
she would call it angel gas supplied by God’s given grace
a true people pleaser with
no charger anywhere near
the gas oven loomed as she searched for a rope in the wood wormed
attic that had infested her strong resolve and last bit of compassion
she was ready to give up and dangle in bliss
from rafters of seemingly senseless kindness
but Karma would not take her weary bones and exhausted mind
when a barely clothed women cuddled her in a smelly embrace
a toothless smile brought back her own kindness
too much decay to change her heavenly abode
23rd September 2020
Givers Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
The sober drunk
He woke up early, had fallen asleep when drunk
now, he was sober trembling hands and blurred vision
full of self-loathing; what happened once, he had been
a little boy in the Vatican and bathed in Fonte Aguiar
that’s what his mother said, and knew it was
not true, but enough for him to expect to succeed.
Walking to work, he had an unimportant snack bar in town
he stopped at a butcher and bought sliced ham to make
sandwiches also stopped at a shop and bought several
bottles of beer to get the courage needed to confront
young people, buying French fries and soft drinks.
Now that it was winter, not many people had money
came, and he was faced with long hours of tediousness
yet, he was secretly glad no one came.
Since his wife left him, worst of all had taken the dog
also, living at her father’s farm, he had no one to look after
drinking had become a problem, sometimes he closed
early so he could go to the pub and drink hours away.
He had been a seaman with a college degree, a good job
and had read hundreds of books, some of them good, his
favourite writers were Dos Passos and Ernest Hemingway
He also read supermarket books on “how to win friends
and be a success.” This was his problem, he didn’t know
how to get along with people without a drink in his hands.
One day, after buying sliced ham, but no beer, he rang
the people he had rented the snack bar to, told them he
quit, and went to an AA meeting.
At the meeting, he took the issue of what many middle-class
people said those who endlessly spoke of suffering, telling
stories of how drunk they had been and done, which
in his mind was not very much to go on about.
Friendly people they were, but one got the sense that
the down and out were not made welcome.
Since he was not drinking, his hands still tremored
went to see a doctor who said he had diabetes and wrote
out a note to buy tablets; apparently, according to
the medic had had this condition for many years, a toll
on his heart which was not in great shape either.
he lives now, a quit in Portugal and happily drinks red wine
in the evening, he says to himself. “I’m not an alcoholic.”