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10 THINGS TIME HAS TAUGHT ME
Donna Ashworth
From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd
Artist : Bernadett Bagyinka

From a historical perspective, I think the Supreme Court decision to overturn Roe v. Wade is the beginning of the end for organized Christianity.
It’s been branded now by it’s extreme right wing, the same way Islam is struggling with its radical right. Hindus get whacky too, so do Jews, it’s not the religion, it’s the whacky extremist psychology that gloms onto it and twists it up to their pathological needs.
But it’s bad for marketing Christianity, to be branded by the intolerance of the extreme far-right. That’s not what Jesus said. He didn’t say “Thou shalt judge people.” They don’t listen.
That’s unfortunate.
I’m not thinking now, I’m thinking to our children, and then to theirs (and really, then to theirs). I’m a trans-generational trauma guy, I watch as it moves through us.
I suspect our children are going to reject the narcissistic pathogen more and more, and their children will even more. Power, control, and domination, I don’t think our children’s children will like it.
I think they’ll want to be free to decide on their lives. The current “conservative” position is not tenable.
Trump has destroyed the “Republican” party, I don’t think it will ever recover once the dust clears on the historical line. Trump has destroyed democracy. I think Christianity may struggle as well.
We need to decide majority-rules rights now. Vote.
I don’t think the Culture Wars of the early 21st century are going to help church recruitment with our children, and their children – I don’t think “thou shalt judge thy neighbor” is gonna fly.
Things change from cause-and-effect, but that’s not the end of it. Everything changes on context, change the context, change the event. Is that transformation of now to the next possible or impossible?
The context needs to support the event, da Vinci has a helicopter in the 1480s, so what. He has to wait for everyone to catch up. Context allows the event, the mind cannot know what it cannot yet grasp.
The problem is, the information you need you can’t ever grasp because it’s not graspable information, it flows through the fingers like sand leaving your hands wonderfully empty.
Jesus said “don’t judge each other” – they say judge each other.
Jesus said “love” – they say hate.
I think they’re confused. They now represent the brand for marketing. That’s deeply unfortunate.
Religion v. Secular – Roe v. Wade. Who gets to decide when “life” begins and when a person has rights? They do, I guess, because they have achieved the power to dominate and control others to match their beliefs.
That’s not what he said to do.
Trump is a grotesque – a being empty of soul, their love eviscerated by narcissistic pathology collapsed into a black-hole of itself. He corrupts everything he touches, he’s corrupted Christianity.
But he’s just a symptom, a call to the like-minded, the pied-piper of the pathology… come join me… they came to his call.
They are exposed now. Before they were hidden everywhere among us. Now they’re exposed everywhere among us. Zuckerberg’s Meta has banned discussion of Roe v. Wade.
Good luck with that – this will divide our nation – Free-Choice states and No-Choice states – neighbor against neighbor. Majority rules on rights – vote.
You have no rights except those you are willing to defend. Everything is parallel process right now – there – here.
To reveal that which is hidden – in us. It’s called self-reflective insight, it’s a executive function of the frontal lobe.
Craig Childress, Psy.D.
Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857
Here’s how she describes listening to #Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony” over the radio, Helen Keller wrote the following letter to the New York Symphony Orchestra in March 1924.
Dear Friends:
I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibration, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roil of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voices leaped up thrilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth – an ocean of heavenly vibration – and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.
Of course this was not “hearing,” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sense, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand-swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.
As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marveled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others – and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.
The Auricle, Vol. II, No. 6, March 1924. American Foundation for the Blind, Helen Keller Archives.
Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen recently took the stage at COP26 in Glasgow, Scotland to address some of the world’s most powerful people, including:
From the stage, Yellen called for world leaders to commit to a $150 trillion ‘global transition’ of our economy.
Since then, Bank of America has signed this accord, along with 131 countries, 234 cities, and 695 of the world’s biggest companies.
Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk have invested in this ‘transformation’ as well.
What is it that Yellen, Biden, Trudeau, Bezos and Musk are pushing for?
And what does it mean for your money?
Investigative journalist and renowned economist, Nomi Prins has followed the money…
And what she’s found is startling.
She says:
“While most Americans are distracted by mainstream media headlines calling for a stock market crash, I’ve found evidence that shows where the elites are spending $150 trillion to ‘transform’ the economy. Most Americans will be shocked when they see what happens next.”
I had to know more, so I scheduled an interview for Nomi to go deeper into the details of this
Once I give you silence
I’ve nothing left to say
I’ve retreated to my darkness
I’ve moved out of your way
Silence is my blessing
Silence is my curse
And once I pass it on to you
I’m finished with the words
There’s nothing left to be said
And nothing left to do
When I retreat in silence
Just know I’m really through
I’m sure you feel the distance
It’s tangible, it’s real
Because I’ve got nothing left for you
There’s nothing left I feel
Just the ghost of aching sadness
A memory, a dream
Like something I’ve forgotten
As I’ve forgotten how to scream
Once I give you silence
I’ve blessed you with my curse
I’ve moved on to better things
And I’m putting myself first.
~Mandy Kocsis©2022~
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