Democratic Propaganda 

This is the very thing wrong with Democrats. They lie constantly. Republicans are for whatever bathroom your comfortable with. Only Ted Cruz has issues with it. Republicans would welcome gun control as long as it was universal. It worked in other countries because the law enforcement also had to comply. That’s not something they are willing to do in the states. Republicans are for more education, it’s the Democrats the  ended No child left behind and cut funding for public. education to pay for Obamacare, which also shows they don’t care about healthcare and they sent middle class families into poverty. Don’t let these people fool you. 

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Wake up people! 

What do all these people have in common? Yup…they all protest Trump. 

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So on the eve of my 50th birthday, I find myself reflecting on the significance of my time upon this planet and about how things have changed since I’ve been alive. And you know something?  The more I ponder on this the more I realize that nothing has really changed at all. 
First let me start by saying that the year I was born, 1965,  may have been the most eventful year in all of history. It was the year that saw the death of Winston Churchill and the assassination of Malcolm X.  It was the year that Rover 9 landed on the moon and the year the Russians completed the first successful space walk which started the international race to the moon. It was the year that the United States officially entered the Viet-Nam war. It was the year that gave us the birth of Robert Downey Jr., Charlie Sheen and Rob Zombie . (LSD was also wildly popular as well which might explain those three).   


Mohammad Ali was the heavyweight champion of the world and the first ever NFL Superbowl was about to take place between the Green bay Packers and the Kansas City Chiefs.


On my birthday itself, September 11th, the world became a little darker with the birth of Bashar Al-Assad.


I know, I know,  but it made up for it by giving us the birth of Diane Lane. Who I would see 13 years later in a small play in a tiny theater in downtown Los Angeles and immediately would fall madly in love.


September 11th also was the day the first Calvary division landed in Qui Nhon, South Vietnam.


1965 brought us Martin Luther King and his march across that bridge in Selma, Alabama.


We had a Democratic president in Lyndon B. Johnson who had created a racially divided country. 200 police attacked 450 protesters, beating them and dowsing them in tear gas. Further marches ensued that year and with growing pressure from the civil rights activists and the Republican heavy congress. President  Johnson was forced to pass the “right to vote law” granting all minority citizens the right to cast a ballet.


But it was a little too late, the Watts Riots ignited anyway.


On Sunday morning of April 25, 1965, 16-year-old Michael Andrew Clark opened fire on cars traveling along highway 101 just south of Orcutt, California, from a nearby hilltop. Three people were killed and ten were wounded before Clark committed suicide upon arrival of police.
Two hundred and fifty thousand men, women and children were massacred in Indonesia by the government after the United States declared them to be Communist party sympathizers.
On July 16, 1965 eight nurses were brutally murdered by Richard Speck. (The details I won’t bother going into ).
Islamic state of Pakistan declared war on India and began terrorist activity throughout the Middle East to purge the area of western influence.


On September 11th 1965 The Beatles “Help” was number one on the charts with The Rolling Stones “Satisfaction” closing in at second.


“The Sound of Music” was number one at the box office and “Gun smoke” was the highest rated show on television. It was also the year that all shows were broadcasts for the first time in full living color. 


So looking back at 1965 and looking at today, not much has changed.  Islamic nations still hate western culture. The top rated t.v. shows still depict gun violence, prostitution and drug use as normal everyday life.  Assad is now in power and still a dark shadow of humanity.  We still have a Democratic president creating a racially divided country and we still have African-American citizens rioting over equality. There are still people shooting people for no reason. “The sound of music” was just recently back in the theaters. We still have the worst foreign policy since, well since Johnson lived in the white house. 
Sheen, Downey Jr. and  Zombie are still pretty messed up … and I am still madly in love with Diane Lane.  


We all still need help and still get no satisfaction.

I am still a part of a family of six just as I was growing up, only now I am the oldest and it’s me who runs the house. (please don’t tell my wife, she thinks she runs it). The sun still shines, the theories still conspire, the days still turn to nights. The ice caps are still melting and big brother is still watching everybody.


I was really hoping for more you know. Some flying cars, a lazer gun or two, a teletransporter would be cool. But no. All I got was less hair and a little more waist. There is still no world peace and the world is still coming to an end. Communist still suck and Liberals still suck the air out of the room. Republicans still are to blame for anything that happens to go wrong and the Cubs still haven’t won a World Series.  

Let hope when my children reflect on their  50 years they will see more of a change.

All in all, life has been very kind to me. The key is to just let it happen. Savor the moments that are good and  don’t stress over the times that are bad. You catch the breeze when it flows and you leave no beauty unappreciated. Trust in the bigger plan. Realize that this existence is a mere blip in our journey. 

Life is all about perception. Perceive it well.

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We live in a world so distant from reality that nothing appears to be real. We no longer challenge ourselves in life but merely allow ourselves to be. We hope for change yet complain when even our social media software is updated. We look to strangers for validation instead of looking from within ourselves. We want to be told we are beautiful in order for us to feel beautiful,  instead of feeling beautiful simply for being us.

Life is set on cruise control.

We order food online, make reservation online, and buy tickets online. We shop on Amazon and E-bay. We download movies, music and books. We play video games on live devices and games on phones that are smart. We text. We sext. We stalk. We interact and we socialize. We keep in touch but we keep our distance, there’s a lot of crazies out there after all.

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We ask for prayers online, for sympathy in chat rooms and for support in social networks. We ask a machine because a machine asks for nothing back. A virtual pat on the back is better than actually getting out of the chair and going out and earning one.

We work from home, eat on the run and stay hidden in the haze of Big brother. If we play Sims and watch reality television we feel we are a part of everyday life.

We are a society of quick fixes. We take pills to lose weight, to gain weight, to keep our weight. There are pills for pain, pills for anxiety and pills for depression. Anti-psychotics, anti-inflammatory s and anti-acids. Pills to get pregnant, pills to not get pregnant and pills for an erection that’s no longer interested in being erect.

We take dietary supplements, hormonal steroids and eat protein melted in candy bars.

We have operations to shrink our stomachs, increase our bust and suck the fat from our thighs.  We have hair implants, chest implants and animal fat injected into our lips. We take testosterone to be more masculine, estrogen to be for feminine and sometimes change our sex all together.


We build weapons to destroy the masses. Diseases to be our silent killers and yet still cry about a woman’s right to choose.

We get the facts about the world from a computer screen. We take our news with a beer that taste like soda and a grain of imitation salt.

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A world of billions has become a race of seven.

We PRIDE ourselves on our shallowness and disbelief. We fill ourselves with WRATH from that false pride. Wrath against that which we do not understand. We ENVY those who are rich for doing nothing. We LUST after what which we do not have. We are GREEDY in our desires and our need to be accepted. We are GLUTTON in our selfishness and for the punishment we feel to be so unwarranted. Most of all we are SLOTH. For we sit by and let it happen. We sit on our couches, twiddling on our phones, watching T.V. and eating gluten free cream filled cake treats with artificial sweeteners while the world decays around us.

We are seven.
It was once believed that the seven deadly sins were set in place by evil forces out to destroy humanity. That the seven would destroy the four. The four being GRACE, CHARITY, WISDOM and CLARITY. Four elements needed for a happy life, as well as a fitting end to said, happy life.

I guess I started thinking about all this the other day while I was talking to this fifteen year old kid. He told me he spent all his time in his room during the Summer. He slept all day and played video games all night or watch shows on You tube from his tablet. I asked him why he never went out and he told me he liked being alone. Kids couldn’t make fun of his weight or the way he dressed if he stayed in his room. Although they could be pretty mean to him online sometimes. He told me he had lots of friends, there were kids from all over the world that he talked to online. He was on Prozac for depression, Ambien for insomnia and said he was trying to lose weight by taking something called Bupropion.

He said he doesn’t socialize outside of his sister and mother and he rarely spoke to them. He wasn’t even sure where he would go to meet other kids if he wanted to. He likes this girl from his history class but could never bring himself to talk to her. He did send her a friends request on Facebook once,  but she’s yet to accept it. This poor kid, who I felt was not over weight what so ever, and he might not have had the most stylish clothes on but he looked ok. All I could think about was how there must be millions of kids who are just like him. They are letting the world pass them by because they lack the desire to live. Their parents don’t bother because they are lacking the desire themselves. It’s insane that the more advanced society becomes the more distant from reality we grow.

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I miss standing in line overnight to get good seats to a concert. I miss going to record stores and thumbing through stacks of vinyl. I miss camping out to be the first one in the theater to see “Star Wars” and sneaking cans of beer past the ticket counter for the midnight showing of “Rocky Horror”. I miss pen pals and scented letters from girls who sealed the envelopes with lipstick. I miss rock fights, rubber band wars and G.I. Joe adventures. Hot wheel tracks spread across the living room floor and monopoly games that lasted entire weekends. I miss poems left on windshields, roses left on door steps and pebbles tossed at windows.

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I miss laundry hung on lines, food from the corner market and milk delivered to your doorstep. Telephone calls and handshakes. Not a text and a fist bump.

Anyway, not to get off subject by reminiscing about the nostalgic.

True happiness lives outside of the seven. That’s what I am trying to say. Get out of the house. Run, jump and play. Read, listen and touch everything. Taste, smell and observe.

Be graceful, be charitable, and never stop seeking wisdom, clarity and truth.
This is our life. It was given to us not by chance but for purpose. Don’t waste a single moment. Forget the Facebook friends request. A poem, a rose and a pebble go a lot further.


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THE JADE PILLOW (My journey into mindful meditation)


I think a lot of people have trouble being who they are simply because they have never learned just who that person is. They live their lives in a haze of self-doubt and imaginary scenarios. Make believe fantasy worlds in over inflated ego driven wastelands.  It causes uncontrollable anger, depression and low self-esteem. It creates unwarranted bias, discrimination and self absorbing meaningless pride.

Some people get lost somewhere along their journey and take refuge in the gatherings of the masses. Seeking safety in the numbers of organized religious groups, prestige financial Institutions, or underground criminal establishments. Letting other people tell them who they are rather than finding out on their own.
They allow the distraction of the events that surround them because It’s easier to focus on other people rather than turn the attention to themselves.
I was born the son of a preacher man (yes they wrote a song about me).
My father was a very religious (but not a very spiritual ) man. He told me that meditation was an evil practice which opened the door for Satan to enter and take control of your soul. Now he was a Jehovah’s Witness but most religions teach this very thing. I think the Buddhist, the Kabbalistic, and the Hindus had more of a grip on reality than any of these big corporate organizations. They believed when the prophets spoke of the holy lands, of hollowed grounds and sacred places they were not speaking of churches or institutions but of specific regions of the mind. Only to be found through meditation. The very things the big churches condemned.  After all there is no money in self discovery now is
They believe Satan is not this monster living in the Earth’s core burning flesh and collecting souls. But it’s our stubbornness to see the truth. It’s what keeps us from our long over due return to Eden.
Some of those who have made the journey deep within the the mind to an area known as the Jade pillow. Some return speaking new languages, developing new abilities and even have been known to hear voices in their state of aware consciousness. You have to go in with the purist of thoughts and most committed intentions.
The first step to seeking true enlightenment is to first cleanse yourself of those things within that create speed bumps of sorts. The obstacles that hinder our journey. Hang ups that have left scars and make it difficult for us to pass them by. There are four levels of meditation in a cleansing exercise known as the mindful meditation. The object is to reach each surface and find those things that hold us back. Visions will be shown that represent our mental “baggage”. Once we can face those truths we can release them and begin to heal our minds.  And begin the journey to the true self.
The first is the level of missed opportunities, lost loves and that which we once had but is now gone.
The second is that of regret.
The third is sorrow,
and the fourth is anger,  jealousy and  resentment.
In my journey through mindful meditation it took several attempts before the visions started to appear. Over a year of practice and exploration. Of discipline and structure. But eventually they came. And with them pin points that made my return to each level a lot easier.
The first level of visions that were revealed to me came in a group of four  All represented by flowers.
There was a white orchid.
A Carolina Jasmine.
a purple Honeysuckle.
and a the red bud of a primrose.
I didn’t know what they meant at first but the key is not to dwell in the meaning at the time,  all will be understood in the awakening process.
So the deeper in went I entered the second surface and was shown only one vision. A lady bug setting in a puddle of water. I figured if I only had but one regret in life than I was doing pretty damn good.
The third surface brought two.  A view from dark closet behind a locked door and that of a woman sitting in a car in a\the heavy rain, crying.
The last leg of my journey was a little strange. I was shown nothing. So either I hold no anger or resentment and am not jealous of anything or I have just surprised it so deep I can’t seem to find it.
It might take a little more exploration to understand this particular surface of my journey.
So as I pulled myself out of this self-induced hypnotic trance. I was shown the meanings the visions I encountered.
Both sorrows represented my parents.
The closet was the pain and loneliness my father felt as a child,
And the woman in the car was my mother overcome with the knowledge that her mind was not fully in her control.
I never knew I carried the pain of my parents around with me. I always thought I would find them on the fourth surface. But it brought me an understanding and with that understanding… forgiveness.
The lady bug was my only regret but it came to me with great difficulty because it’s not seeded from an event or action from my past but from an inherited flaw in my character. One I battle every day. It may take more than just meditation to cleanse myself of this one.  Removing it would completely change me.
The four flowers in the first part of my journey, well that was pretty enlightening for me as well. Those I thought I would find there were absent and the ones that were there I did not expect. It’s funny how the heart can lie, the mind can manipulate and the eyes can deceive,  but the subconsciousness holds the incredible truth.   You can find out things about yourself beyond the land of the Jade Pillow that you never even knew existed.
No one can be completely free of anger I’m sure. So I will definitely  have to take a deeper look into this area. One thing I do know. The more obstacles I can remove the deeper I can go. The Buddhist believe the journey of meditation is complete once one reaches their true self. I would love to finish that journey. Kabbalist believe that once one reaches the true self the body dies. Hindus believe the journey flows in cycles until enlightened reaches transcendence.
Whatever the out come. I believe the journey is best part.
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I often think back to my childhood, and to those day I spent on that dead end road. The field that seemed to stretch on forever just beyond our picket fence. I remember the hot Summer days when the Shepherds use to bring their flocks to graze on the yellow clover and pickle weed. I would sit with my sisters on a broken part of the fence, and I would always wait until I saw the black sheep, or the tiny little runts, or even the lowly goat. Only then would I grab a handful of honeysuckle sweet grass and race out into the pasture just to feed them. I guess it was something about them being different and unique that drew me beyond the fence. Not so much a feeling of sorrow towards them, but a feeling of a connection with them.


I suppose I’ve always been a Kabbalist. I just never really put a name to it until I got older. It many years of soul searching and spiritual entanglement but once I recognized the common threads it all fell into place.

You see it’s the embracing of what is different that causes growth within ourselves. It’s a love for that which we can learn from that we actually learn from. It’s easy to learn from repetition and familiarity yet very hard to move beyond it.

I have always been able to find the light no matter how small in even the darkest of rooms. And believe me, I have been in some pretty dark rooms.


We are all heading down the same path. Heading towards the same destination. Every one of us begins and ends at the same point. In life and in death. It’s all a matter of being able to see what lies in front of you and realizing that it’s not all for nothing. It’s a gift and it’s given to us for a reason.


There will be a lot of twist and turns along the way. A few pit stops. There will be streets of fire and streets with no names. There will be roads to ruin and roads to nowhere. There will be roads less traveled and trails off the beaten path. Detours if you will. Side trips not on our itinerary. It’s those unaccounted for sections of time that build our character. They become our wisdom and the source of our knowledge. They are what makes us human.


There will always be obstacles that arise. Road blocks, traffic jams and the always annoying late night construction. We just need to either be patient, or find a way around it. Map out an alternate route or find a cozy motel to wait out the storm.

There will also be plenty of distractions to divert our attention. The spoils of the open road that occupy our thoughts. Flowers we will want to stop to smell, scenic overlooks and sunsets that we just have to stop and watch. The old cafe on the top of the hill, the souvenir shop by the side of the road or the worlds biggest ball of yard that just can’t be missed.  It’s the beauty of it all that makes the journey worth the effort. Sure we may get lost along the way. The GPS isn’t always correct. We may hit bumps in the road. A pot hole or two. We may get discouraged because the shiny pretty object we saw glimmering in the distance turned out to be nothing more than a smoothed out weathered piece of glass. But we keep on going. There is no escalator here people. Movement is required.


It’s normal to be taken in by not only the beauty but by our perception of the beauty as well. It’s the infatuation and the hypnotic trance of the reflection that we can’t let ourselves become fooled by.  What is not real is what? …Exactly.

So take the road less traveled. Stop to smell the roses. Never dismiss the differences. Taste, touch, see, feel. Take the shocks down a notch and feel the pavement. There’s no hurry, we will get to our destination eventually.


Just not on a couch in front of your T.V.

Movement is required.

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