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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...
Listen my children
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will steer.
Just as our cooperative economy
is fueled by gratitude,
our competitive WinLose economy
is fueled by greed.
Other parallel points of contrast
ecologically and logically follow
in their own sweet and sour time.
Cooperative industry,
business
tribes
governments
systems and networks
enjoy organically limited slow-growth
in comparison
to capitalism and elitism and egotism
fast-growth
toward insufficiency of Earth's carrying capacity,
and Yang-dominant WinLose evolutionary enculturation
of Yang-Yin divisive survival stories--
Mom and Dad never could get along--
secularly supplanting sacred
Yin/Yang health/wealth thrival stories
of slow Paradise
revolving seasonally appropriate deep-ecological development,
listening to both redevelopment Left
and reverting-reverse-time decompositional analysis Right
of restoring nutritional-slow
and toxic-fast
health trends.
Further,
and don't fall asleep yet,
we're just getting to the best part,
slow grown cooperatives toward abundance
are dominated by matriarchal/patriarchal integrity stories
more than fast-paced
overshooting patriarchal Westerns with shot gun dissonance,
the chaos of believing and teaching
that justice is what comes out of the end of a rifle association,
incommensurability of values
across economically healthy corporations
as also ecologically wealthy organic-flowing incorporations,
both born of FatherSun
deductive LeftBrain enlightenment
and MotherEarth
inductive RightBrain polyphonic feelings
of color and sound
music and dance
in octave-fractal
slow-growth marches
toward salt marshes
predicting oceans
of YangLight
slow-breeding Yin-tides of revolution.
Matriarchy,
where what is embedded deepest
is also ethically and aesthetically highest
richest
healthiest.
Listen my children
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will *****.
And everyone died alone unhappily ever after
as before.
The 1AC is a shot in the dark.
When we use interrogative strategies
we create zones of visibility and possibility.
The potentiality for deliberation
towards a new politic.
The study of bare life signals
radical transformations;
The constitutive ambiguity of theory
is never clear-- is always double
Thinking of thinking;
A reflection that interrogates
the link between life and politics.
The relation between power
is complicated to consider.
The most authentic paradigm:
Sovereignty corresponds to ability
And ability not to be: a state of exception.
An act is sovereign when it realizes itself.
Bodies are made intelligible
through visibility and value.
When these components
are removed, what is left?
Operating in the shadows,
the truth often stays hidden
Fights break out like
“walking on minefields.”
Silently governed interests
implement policy which
silently neglect populations
further into the margins.
The bodies of the victims
emphasize this state of
exception making it more difficult
to identify, articulate and critique.
There are rare but significant attempts
to conceive the indistinguishably
between law and life.
Debate helps curtail individual power:
to shape behaviors and attitudes,
to be made visible and speak to the
systemic character of American injustice.
The possibility to fill the void
and mitigate impact of fighting.
Education can have a
dramatic impact. Mental
stimulation and meaningful
human interaction cause
social connection,
Zones of indistinction
regain the meaning they lost.
The key is to create alternative
conceptualizations of self
in relationship to others.
With broad political and social
movements standing behind,
uniting the call on the part of
democratic transformations.
Any radical change will be
more than cosmetic.
Young people now carry the banner
of struggle. Of democratic life.
A variety of discourses developed
to avert stemming the flow--
reverting to secrets we do not know.
Claiming that debaters can “solve”
by repeatedly rejecting and interrogating
the tradition is a key strategy in creating
new modes of being the secret to every exception.
How it unfolds remains to be seen.
A manic man sits, evenly, confined, conscious, in his four cornered room. His cell phone
rings and violently vibrates! The terrible tone slashed and sliced the serene silence he had
been anticipating all afternoon. It was her! The one he was trying to ignore. He could feel
her presence, penetrating, trying to get through phone. “Why is she calling—why now?” He
pondered and mused. He began to curse the moment and what it had become. He felt his
body burst in to two and a ritualistic battle ensued, between two beings deep within his core.
One beseeches him to pick up the phone, while the other tells him no.
Then it rang again, even louder than before!! It made his temperature soar, his body
burned, and his hands began to sweat. He rubbed them on his khaki pants so hard, that his
legs nearly went numb. Not before long, his whole body was wet, with sweat, saturating his
clothes so he tore them off. Soaking wet, he reluctantly reached for the phone. It rang
again, even louder than the two before!!! He created a fist and put it through a wall.
His mind, stalled. He looked at her number, emblazoned on his phone, flashing like a
billboard—advertising lies, the same ones he’s seen and bought, over and over, a hundred
thousand times. He knew if he talked, his hell would remain the same, so he tried to stay
dry, and remain somewhat sane. As he waited for his vigilant voicemail to save the day, it
rang once again, much…much louder than before!!!! He covered his ears only to feel the
drums of war, beating, pounding, profoundly in his chest. The battle was long and his insides
raged on. He started to feel himself finally losing grip, of a stronger, sturdier, “A brand new
self!” But as the milliseconds ticked on, he found himself reverting back, to a weaker, worn-
out, “I can’t stand myself.” He had agreed that no matter how much he groaned—he was not
to pick up the phone! So he shouted, and then he screamed! Then another vicious ring
brought the man cascading to his knees.
All hope—gone, the battle—lost. With the white flag waved, he gave one last huff, and one
last puff and politely said “hello…”
Submitted for Rambling's "Act I, SceneI" contest.
When you wake up one day
and you have a feeling that
it is going to be different than any other day
yet, you have no proof why
But it is a feeling that over took in you!..
A moment of hard work
followed by rough times
immediately turns into
a huge heart felt smile
with passion filling me inside
and I wonder why?
It is because someone's smile is finally
lightening up my night..
Amazing days were truly lived,
being filled with Joyful spiritual happiness,
classical dressed up night,
hard work supported days,
joyful words being spoken
but unfortuantely, reverting no actions
leading to the heart being broken..
It is true that good time passes so fast
but I believe that this time
flew away.. or actually, Blown away....
Yet it was and still is.. A BLAST...
Keeping hurtful thoughts engradved on my mind
Painful scar in my heart..
tears started to heavily fall down
and then ...
I woke up from my sleep.. and realized that It was just a dream
that I had it being repeated for couple of days
making me feel it is real..
A dream resulting from my leading mind
with its "fairy tale - realistically taking place" buried thoughts..
yet everytime I dream of it
I end up having an endless smile on my face
As it was the first time
to truly dream of such a thing for a long time..
I guess..
It was the first and the last time
to truly feel such a blessed dream..
Even though it did not last long
but in my heart it felt so strong
and on my mind
it is drawn and shall be always re-drawn back
from the memories archiving it with time
knowing that this is the dream of my own life
shared with my... "true life"
It is so true that
The world could mean everything to one person,
but one person could mean
the whole world to you..
At the end, I can confidently say
I am so lucky I dreamt this way
Yet hope is filling me that
one day it will come so
or so I truly hope for..
.
Hard considerations for the future of mankind
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind
A card that invokes incantations as they question the lucidity of her mind
A lenient life sentence to constantly wonder through philosophical terrain
The convenient repentance of a man who stands by greed to gain
As expedient incentives are formed to stop the poor from expressing their pain
The ingredients for inventive warns creatives to endure the weight of constant strain
Contemplations of Shakespeare Goethe, Baudelaire and the weight of my conscience
Concentration camps that are now there in full view and they dare to call it nonsense
Salutations reserved for the configurations of the absurd at the next NATO conference
Conflagrations of callous imitations create the mystery surrounding the inference
As fortunate fictitious narratives headline the cheapened world of truth
The ornament of original design distracts me from lamenting my youth
Apportionment indicates politicians should resign amidst this carnival of the uncouth
At the tournament of malaise and refine there’s no winners unless you’re a sleuth
Propositions that reduce visions of possible elevation to rubble amidst all the splendour
Inquisitions of the most formal revelation as you walk past the local street vendor
Tacticians of emotional stagnation imbued in all that you deplore and render
Submissions and overt culminations of all that you wish to ignore like the very last Big Spender
Reverting back to the hopeful realms of redemption and beauty and refine and a can of mace
Converting over to Islam as a Christian ponders prevention of the dissemination of an entire race
Disconcerting as an innocence is forming in the intentions and warning in the lines of her softening face
Introverting the pretension and reflection as we reach to the heavens for grace
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2025
I remember
a young child in Sunday School
wondering what Jesus meant
when he said,
I have come out
into Earth's narrative
to turn Her repentance upside down.
How could this be true,
when he also taught that those who receive more
will get more,
and vice versa;
less worthy grace
for less valued face.
This didn't sound right,
yet it did seem reviving,
Like something to hope for
even though Jesus didn't really get the job done,
or at least not here
where I was
and not now
when I am.
It has taken a lifetime
of wondering about that curious and courageous,
audacious and admonishing claim
to realize Earth's nutritional narrative
isn't about turning planets
or people
or plants
or even energy and health systems
upside down,
But is all about returning Earth evolutions inside out,
back forth
reverse forward,
principles for reverting revival revolutions.
For example,
Indigenous wisdom originally understood
we are here as one people,
one sacred empowered Tribe
to serve the health needs
and wealth wants
of EarthMother.
Just as Western patriarchal capitalism misunderstands
Earth is here
as our anthropocentric commodity,
one secular planet
to excavate
exploit
extract
rape
enslave
colonize
market
discount
clearance sale
to sever Her health needs
from our capital-hoarding wealth wants
before She inevitably dies.
What Jesus calls upside down
and inside out,
Laotse's listeners call
a Principle of Reversion
back to when Yin induced Yang
so Yang would compassionately deduce Yintegrity
for humane wealth Truth
serving Earth's health-revolutionary Beauty,
With many more cooperative
economically thriving outcomes
than leftbrain dominant
competitive
political survivalist incomes.
Our Buddhist alllies,
co-immigrants
moving away from samsara,
like Abrahamic Westerners,
NorthWesterners
and MidWesterners
and East-West Earners,
emigrate toward nirvana--
secular illusion
evolving toward sacred enlightenment,
natural delusion
revolving into spiritual prelusion,
Yet we have this climatic problem
of pathology,
win/lose evil corrupting
ZeroSum energy systems,
power networks,
regenerative empowerment.
Genesis narratives
speak of empowering Eden,
then the Great Unraveling,
Win/Lose decay into samsara,
left-brain dissonant dominance,
Either EgoMe or eco-you,
RightBrain nirvana win/win recession
awaiting remission
Of a wise ecofeminist serpent
where lusty predation
revolted against God our PeaceCreator.
Like Unitarian--RightYin hemisphere--
Universalists--LeftYang-hemisphere--,
Taoists speak not of God as Creator
but of Tao as Regenerative Process
of Earth's intelligent fractal seasons
reincarnated in DNA's fractal functions,
double-negative paradox
double-binary primal Four Dimensions
of NonZero-Sum polypathic
neurological nirvana
Evolving from ZeroSum samsara
revolutioning
reverting back toward nirvana
Inhaling EarthJustice
exhaling EgoCentrism
evolving Restorative Justice
revolving AnthroCentrism
Absorbing samsara--
God of capitalism
God of retributive angry injustice
God of systemic racism
God of Yang v Yin
God of Left v Right
God of West v East
God of North v South
Reincarnating nirvana--
polypathic Regenerative Power
BiLateral Light
BiCameral Energy--
Neurological
Ecological
Biological
Geological
Theological cooperative branches
AND root nutritional systems
Revolutionary Win/Win
Meta-MusEcology
for all Allies toward Nirvana.
Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno it's not innocent till proven guilty anymore, but guilty till innocent. Billions of dollars squandered in an attempt to implement democracy, hypocrisy is presented openly, Hillary Clinton's treason that Supreme Court ruled not to be. Obviously the problem's not necessarily abroad, kids shooting up schools, might be the absence God. More broken homes. No longer are jobs offering benefits cuz poor planning and impatience played a part. Not sure how y'all feel when it come to these issues of the home front, cuz soldiers die everyday fighting for a winnable war wen years before, Sting's song told us there ain't one! Forgive me any if I've offended with this $10 Stylus pen in my hand, intention is shedding light on problems directly effecting the American Dream promised of this Land. And with that in mind, I got half a mind to turn the tide reverting to the Wild West times, epitomizing asynine! Might be logical to tote a nine, what with Dooms Day Preppers on T.V. and law enforcement officers committing homicides. Respite for all, astronomical proportions loom over us in fear of an A-bomb, convoluted ideals conducive to resurrection that's yet to be spoke of. Incredible is the Divine's unfathomable plain, the author of fate, attributed claim as Master of the Game, it's too whom you pray to in Jesus' name; G-O-D spells it all, the rainbow after the rain....
Last night I saw ghost of my love
It stood in the window, looking above.
It looked pale, tired and in despair,
as if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.
I was scared to see its darkest eyes,
still hoping to give it one more rise.
Its deep buried smell of past,
made me feel disturbed and aghast.
It pleaded me for a single sight,
to remember those days, tears and fight.
That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing
Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?
I said I have buried what all has gone
Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.
On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,
guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.
When you were alive, I had lived too merrily
Each day was bliss and slept dreamily.
Never knew you will leave me midway,
in the dark caves of sorrows without any ray.
I have managed to come over those mystic chants,
Which led me again & again into vicious rants.
It was a long way & it is foregone
Now I do not wish to remember & bemoan.
You go again into the deepest of my heart,
never to revert again, never again to mar.
Never again scare me, never again rise.
I have given everything I had now to become empty & wise.
The Ghost looked at me proudly with a beaming smile,
embracing my wet heart, waning in a while.
Said it, it will never ever reoccur from the depths
and sleep a long dream with eyes wept.
It disappeared from the window, I stood for a while.
paying homage to my dead love & memories of time.
Then came the rains to wet my mind
It washed away my past, sowing seeds of hope behind.