Kensho Homestead

The Wisdom to Know the Difference

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Do you have a favorite song? Did you love it from the first moment, or did it grow on you?

Do you have a favorite hobby? How did you find it? Was it passed down to you from a parent or seem to appear from nowhere?

Have you ever doodled, maybe even just randomly while chatting on the phone? What did you draw? Did you wonder why?

Have you ever pondered what makes your preferences your preferences?

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When confronted with your obvious limitations have you ever said, “F*ck off!”?

When you hear again and again, apparently sold with all the best of intentions the same menu: You can’t control the weather; You can’t fight the government; You can’t be David against Goliath; You can’t conquer the dragons; You can’t rise above your lot . . . Have you ever said, “Excuse me, why the bloody hell not?!”

Some are most certainly doing it, so why not me?

You can call that a sense of entitlement if you want. I call it something else entirely.

When Loyalty Equals Liability

The more you forgive evil, the more it proliferates. Your silence equals compliance.

There’s no incentive for evil-doers to do right when the contract among the immoral offers a cornucopia of quasi-spiritual nonsense for their deeds including, but not limited to: forgive, turn the other cheek, grin and bear it, be the bigger person, don’t make waves, go along to get along, find the silver lining, suffering builds character, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, let bygones be bygones, and a fat load of similar crap I heard growing up from my ‘betters’ which I now find extremely cringe-worthy.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Read as: repress, dissociate, normalize, self-edit, put head back in sand, become a Prozac-smiling, tyrant-supporting, authority-repeating, happy daughter and compliant citizen.

”If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell

Stop resisting and the suffering will end, the spiritualists say. Really? And how’s that been working out for us? Because the microcosm of the family and the community is a direct reflection to the macrocosm of the institutions and ultimately the entire global political system.

“As I make clear in my book Battlefield America: The War on the American People, we’ll soon have to choose between self-indulgence (the bread-and-circus distractions offered up by the news media, politicians, sports conglomerates, entertainment industry, etc.) and self-preservation in the form of renewed vigilance about threats to our freedoms and active engagement in self-governance.” John Whitehead’s Commentary, The Omnipresent Surveillance State: Orwell’s 1984 Is No Longer Fiction June 10, 2019

For the average citizen endless war has been accepted. Mandatory vaccines are on the horizon. World governance looks inevitable. Weather manipulation goes unchallenged. Smart cities and robot bees and fake foods, and on and on.

We LOVE it ALL! Control us more, PLEASE!

Take away our very speech! We think it’s super-duper! The sooner we all think alike the better! What on earth are you waiting for?!

This is welcomed, those who are not going along out of fear, go along out of complacency, cluelessness, or collaboration.

Thus, what we are witnessing, in the so-called name of security and efficiency, is the creation of a new class system comprised of the watched (average Americans such as you and me) and the watchers (government bureaucrats, technicians and private corporations). Clearly, the age of privacy in America is at an end. JW

How did we get here? Let’s count the ways. Here’s one:

The New Age Movement Fraud, Unslaved episode 26

If you don’t lay blame where it is due, you cannot get on with serious work. Bypass at your peril. Drug or meditate your way to inner-peace so the guilty can remain blameless, and voilà one major reason why we find ourselves right here, right now.

According to Tsarion the New Age movement’s roots were in reaction to the charlatanism of centuries of Christianity and for that they do deserve some cred. OK, fine. But, you know these movements by their fruits. Has the society become better under their guidance? Are we more caring, more secure, more happy, healthy, connected, united, thanks to these preachings and teachings, because that’s what they keep promising us, and they’ve had plenty of time to prove themselves by now.

”Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.” George Orwell

My Man!

We can paint him black, we can paint him white, we can paint him in rainbow colors or in muted tones. That’s what makes him awesome. I could spill out his worst qualities right now for my entire audience of about 12, and he’d still love me. Not only would he still love me, he wouldn’t be offended. He knows his worst qualities (perhaps thanks to me) and he does what every great man does with such wisdom, he works to change what he can, and he works to balance what he can’t change with love.

He has a ‘real’ job that makes me cringe! He does it with a bravery and consistency and stoicism that I can hardly even fathom.

Then he comes home and creates magic. He builds structure, raises the bacon, fixes the problems, big and small and well, other stuff, but we’ll keep this G-rated.

81130E1F-412A-40AC-A162-5A197E5C1901 — He built that, mostly alone, with just me as highly UNskilled laborer.

I could write a book about how wonderful he is, or I could write a book about how much better he could be, and he wouldn’t argue, and he wouldn’t say, “Why don’t you write a book about how much better YOU could be.” Because he knows me, and he knows how much time and effort I spend on trying to be a better me.

That he is a good provider, a good worker, a gentle-man, with a long list of other positive characteristics and attributes are all secondary to the way he earns my adoration. I am secure in my devotion because he does not ask me to self-erase. He does not expect me to falsify my experience to make him look good or feel better. Life squashing is not an amusement for him.

He knows when I’m hurting and he knows I’ll get through it, but he’ll face my tears with the same courage he faces the great big Gulf. And smile at the little ways I find to soothe myself, like goofy garden art. 🙂

I love you, my sweet, Happy Birthday! I hope and intend to be with you for the rest of them.

Healing Wounds Right

That I knew she was a life-squasher from first glance, no one cares.

One encounter and I knew I was dealing with a CON at some level. But how, but where? It’s just a hunch, I must be wrong. They always call me wrong.

She was showered with love and swooning in approval. Not to mention charming beyond all reason. I should like her anyway, because that’s what we do, in our clan.

Besides, she was all that he wanted, that any man could conceivably want: Beautiful, caring, young, gregarious, doting, etc., etc.

That I talked to her, privately, intimating, questioning her ever so delicately, which I can be just as efficacious at as I can be badgering mercilessly. No one cares.

There’s consensus, we’ve aligned with it, and if you ask a single unsavory question, you will be met with the total indignation of our collective clan wrath.

How dare you sense what we can’t see! We do not agree, missy!

But, wait, what about me? When I march along I’m blessed, but when I disagree I’m pitied? I’m castrated? I’m eye-rolled out of existence? That speaks much more of y’all than it does of me.

You say you love me, care about me, have protected me and yet . . . My senses are routinely dismissed, and completely subjugated under your defenses.

Do you care how it feels for me, really, to sense these things, to remember these things, while being systematically dismissed by those who say they love and care?

Don’t rock our boat! Well, that proves right there you are narcissistic and selfish! And a bully! A bully is rocking our boat of perfect delusions and illusions! STOP HER!

And yet, the truth will set ME free. I will, at last, be able to force that 300 pound laughing man off my lap, for once, and for all! Once every person in my life who finds this acceptable is OUT, breathe will return to me once again.

The liars will scatter, and even fear.

Heaven on MY hearth.

Beggar’s Strike or Fountainhead

Two very different novels I read at university appear to have completely different ideological stances, but are actually about the same fundamental thing, now considering decades later.

The Beggar’s Strike (La Greve des Battus) 1979 by Aminata Sow Fall, considered an African classic, on which my Master’s thesis was based. Plot according to GoodReads:

“The sight of disease-ridden beggars in the streets is giving the town a bad name, and the tourists are starting to stay away. If the Director of Public Health and Hygiene can get rid of them he will have done a great service to the health and economy of the nation – not to mention his own promotion prospects. A plan of military precision is put into action to rid the streets of these verminous scroungers. But the beggars are organized, too. They know that giving alms is a divine obligation and that Allah’s good will is vital to worldly promotion. So when the beggars withdraw their charitable service, the pious city civil servants and businessmen start to panic.”

In the U.S. this would be leftist ideology without a doubt. And yet, the very ‘right’ ideology of Ayn Rand fame, the Fountainhead (1945), is also about a strike. Again, according to GoodReads:

“This modern classic is the story of intransigent young architect Howard Roark, whose integrity was as unyielding as granite…of Dominique Francon, the exquisitely beautiful woman who loved Roark passionately, but married his worst enemy…and of the fanatic denunciation unleashed by an enraged society against a great creator. As fresh today as it was then, Rand’s provocative novel presents one of the most challenging ideas in all of fiction—that man’s ego is the fountainhead of human progress..”

What I remember from my nut-shell: In the first the poor/used strike against the wealthy/privileged. In the second the gifted/used strike against the wealthy/ privileged. Sounds like a classic case of working both sides against the middle, Machiavelli-style.

Whether man’s ego is the fountainhead of progress we can debate all day and night, but what happens in the Fountainhead plot is basically they build a walled community of the select brilliant people to escape the tyranny of the majority.

In the Beggar’s Strike the majority is manipulated to serve the tyranny of the underprivileged few.

Both novels lead to the same outcome: collectivism. Rand’s ruggedly individualistic characters still had every intention of serving the collective, they just wanted to be well-recognized for their efforts. Fall’s characters have no intention of leaving the herd, they just want their heroic efforts to be recognized. One noose for all necks.

From whom are y’all seeking recognition? Rand’s characters deserve it based on their passion and creativity and integrity and perseverance. Fall’s characters deserve it based on their humility, and perseverance, and creativity and integrity. But from whom?

Both are based on power structures of who needs whom more, and exploiting that angle to the hilt.

Whether the African jungle or the American one, the spin doctors are hard at work.

The Sea of Twaddle — Dispatches from the Asylum

Some sane words about the insanity, refreshing.

As the sea of twaddle rages on from the psychopath’s, diverting the attention of the unwashed with a steady diet of sludge on all that is unimportant, fed through a tether-line of their f**kery into the hand-held radiation devices the masses are addicted to, there is another “sea” out there – the sea of innocents, […]

via The Sea of Twaddle — Dispatches from the Asylum

Chilling Roosters and Boiling Frogs

I wonder what it is like to be a lover of life-squashing. Or enjoying the chill of boiling frogs.

Like this one CIA program among so many others You see, because life means so little to them, and power so very, very much. But it’s not about the CIA, this is so much older, so much deeper, so much bigger, and sadder, and harder, and simpler.

01A631E2-024B-4370-9670-23AC4D9C8CDB — I don’t get it, why are y’all self-harming for him, enlighten me, please.

Because too many are too disengaged. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s apathy. It’s “I don’t know what to do, and . . .” Nothing. Let’s stop there. And have lunch. And get back to life as we know it, which is just bloody rosy as hell.

The sun will come out tomorrow. Little Orphan Annie. Perhaps Big Daddy Warbucks will tuck you in one more time. Pray on that.

You know, if you’d just get them before the age of 3, your mind control would be so, so much more simple, and effective. Just ask Mengele.

Could you be a member of a cult? The whole family thinks you’re crazy and making up lies about the absolute perfection of our existence! And being a bully to boot! #scapegoat

You refuse to see gray, insist to paint all white, well, what other choice do you give me, in this pre-conditioned slave paradigm?

But, what happened, oh so wise ROOSTERS?

A trip-up in your programming?

So very trendy now, I wonder why, and how?

Never happened. All normal, mass illusion, Disney programming, all in good fun, laugh along now . . .

Or just continue to sleep . . .just dream . . . All suits us very fine . . . .

What Is Evil?

Nowadays asking ‘what is evil?’ is a lot like asking ‘what is food?’. Folks in the modern day seem to have lost their sense of what evil actually is, just like they think Twinkies and Doritos are real foods just because they consume them, they think evil is an equally nebulous category based on shifting and subjective preferences.

This is not true at all. Evil has an objective definition and it is that which is against life. When something is struggling for life, and a person is deliberately trying to squash that life, that is evil. If that life-squashing is an enjoyment to that person, well, maybe we could call that evil-doubled.

None of us are innocent of all evil deeds, no doubt. But accountability is a requirement if we are to grow as individuals and as a culture. It should not be a question if a 300 pound adult sitting on a child as a habit while she kicks and screams and he is finding this amusing is abuse or not. If you are watching while this happens and do nothing, you are allowing abuse to happen, which is also a form of abuse. Hurt people go on to hurt people.

Hate the sin, not the sinner. Good advice? I certainly don’t wish to paint everything black or spread hate or seek revenge or tarnish good names, but I am really beyond the continued whitewashing of evil. I’m no saint, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give evil a free pass and a sugar coating to boot.

Just being a good provider does not make a good person. This doesn’t mean throwing the entire character of the man under the bus, it means, learning from his mistakes. It doesn’t mean excusing him because he too was abused, it means facing all the evil and abuse of generations and ending the cycle at last. If he were a truly good man, that’s exactly what he’d be wishing he’d eternally be inspiring his family to do. That’s what it means to be a good person, not fun stories coated in marzipan for the benefit of ‘feeling good.’

Painting the world in rosy tones or blinding neon per your preference still does not mean there’s no rot in the cellar.

We need to get the rot out of this country. And that means we all need to grab a bucket and a scrubber and get to work in our own lives. And that means looking at the rot all around each one of us, the rot we were handed as children without our consent, living in a hostage situation as all children are, and cleaning up the Stockholm syndrome of our own upbringings.

Facing Adultism with Adam Fletcher

The Horrors Behind Shirley Temple, what kind of evil are we celebrating here?

https://youtu.be/zaKNMQLmYVY

Weeping Mary (video)

As I recently wrote, the Caddo Mounds located in Weeping Mary, near Alto, TX, were leveled, along with loads of damage in Alto and other areas. I’ve driven there twice, it’s not too far from us, and what I’ve witnessed is still baffling to me.

Caddo Mounds Tornado: Texas Historic Site Struck

http://www.kltv.com/2019/04/17/estimated-cost-rebuild-caddo-mounds-state-historic-site-million/

I saw a cow in labor, dead on the side of the road.

According to this report there was a lot of blood and one death.

https://www.cbs19.tv/article/news/storm-hits-caddo-mounds-during-caddo-culture-day-festival/501-26e14ff5-32ac-486d-bcc9-cb5de81cc2a5

I tried to take these videos, from my phone, and I do really apologize they are not better quality. I was alone and driving 50 mph and have no experience with video at all. I thought to learn some editing, try to slow it down or something, but what’s so striking is how long the damage goes on, which is why I had the music on. I couldn’t even get it all, my phone wouldn’t save/send that much. But here’s a glimpse, at least.

That’s the Neches river that’s flooded to the road. The 2nd video includes the mounds, minus the structures.

I do not believe this is a ‘natural disaster’ or a typical tornado, as has been claimed. Perhaps y’all will see what I see a bit better from the videos.

For those interested in this geographical area, and why it might be a lucrative location for some good ole fashioned disaster capitalism, I can recommend several books for further research.

Mound Sites of the Ancient South: A Guide to the Mississippian Chiefdoms by Eric E. Bowne

Bulletin of Texas Archeological Society Volume 69/1998

Land of Bears and Honey: A Natural History of East Texas by Joe C. Truett and Daniel W. Lay

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