homeless vet at War Memorial, Key West
Spiritual Alchemy: a person, group, community, nation, sentient species being turned from lead into gold, so to speak; an evolutionary theory
On Facebook yesterday, Willow replied to yesterday’s ask not what your country can do for you post: I am a medicine woman who has now raised two medicine women. When I was a girl, you gave me alchemy to awaken my soul. I thank you. Every word you say is true, the goddess is awakening and she thanks you too.
In the fall of 1995, Leaf who would become Willow told me that she was hearing from the spirit world that I was a universal shaman and I needed to project my thoughts into different situations and get them moving. Basically, I spent most of the next five years under water, under hell. Then, I became homeless for most of the next five years. Reverse alchemy, perhaps.
Gwen Filosa has a pretty darn good article today in The Key West Citizen (keysnews.com) on Erika Biddle’s homeless art, poetry and music exhibition, which opens Thursday at 6 p.m. with a public reception at Studios of Key West. I am credited with being formerly homeless and making a financial contribution to the exhibition, but not with contributing a soul drawing and soul poetry. An interesting part the article, which I did not know:
Biddle, born and raised in Cologne, Germany, fled her home at age 14, choosing the streets over a family divided over clashing religions. “I went out the back window,” she said, matter of factly, while telling incredible stories about the men and women she has come to know in the Keys who are homeless, including a neighbor evicted over her collections of pets whose haunting watercolors of palm trees are a part of “Hidden in Plain View.”
When I called Erika this morning to let her know about the article, she said she became a couch surfer living in different people’s homes. She never lived on the street, but it left her sympathetic for people who did.
From Nashville J:
(at least the judge was smart enough to throw the case out BUT you have to worried with “police” who think like this when it involves a homeless person} J
SARASOTA, Florida (AP) – A homeless man spent the night in a southwest Florida jail after a police officer accused him of stealing by charging his cell phone at a public park. An arrest report says that a Sarasota police sergeant spotted 28-year-old Darren Kersey charging his phone Sunday evening in a public picnic shelter at Gillespie Park. The sergeant told Kersey that the “theft of city utilities will not be tolerated during this bad economy” and then arrested him on a misdemeanor charge of theft of utilities. Unable to pay the $500 bond, Kersey spent the night in jail. But the Sarasota Herald-Tribune reports that Kersey was released Monday morning after a judge threw the case out, saying the sergeant lacked the legal justification to make the arrest.
I suppose the officer was derelict in his duty: he did not charge the homeless man with breathing Sarasota’s air, or occupying a city park, or drinking city water from a city water fountain, or using city water in a public bathroom in the park. Maybe it was a selective enforcement issue; maybe that’s why the judge threw the case out of court . Key West has a mayor, city commissioners, police officers and lots of residents, including a county commissioner, who think sort of like the Sarasota police officer. I hope Key West has judges who think like the Sarasota judge.
From a reader re yesterday’s ask not what your country can do for you post: By the way Kennedy stole that “ask not” line…..like Hale stole the “I regret” line before his hanging. =======================
I replied: I wondered if Kennedy got that line elsewhere, but it’s a good line … if your country is doing its part, which it did not do in Vietnam, Iraq or Afghanistan, to spotlight some of the greater sovereign breaches.
On bigpinekey.com’s Coconut Telegraph yesterday, From The Right wrote: But, which party’s reach is growing? After last week’s vote, the GOP for the first time since 1872 now controls the Arkansas House and Senate. Just 20 years ago, Republicans didn’t have a majority in a single legislative house in the states of the old Confederacy – now they control all 11.
Hmmm, does that mean the Republican Party replaced the Democratic Party as the KKK’s favorite party? Reverse alchemy, perhaps.
Letters to the editor in The Citizen today:
Farewell to thee who ignored a noble cause
Here’s my swan-song for the moribund local and national Occupy movements. They sounded so noble and auspicious. But egos are egos; and, even a grass roots effort couldn’t get humans to behave kindly nor non-manipulatively. Despite the yearlong effort, barely a whisper of Occupy’s progressive goals were seriously discussed by media nor the rival parties in our recent election. Yet, this week’s living-room liberals are rejoicing about the crumbs of liberty we think we still have. Habeus corpus, anyone? How many generations have we been striving for universal health care? Fair taxation? Banking reform? The end of institutional greed? Sadly, nothing democratic can develop in our present two-party system: Corruption is endemic. So, fare-thee-well my patriotic, idealistic friends! I leave you with a poetic epitaph to the memory of a real American, who knew what it was like to be occupied. “In the Spirit of Crazy Horse,” by Leonard Peltier:
Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity. But silence is impossible.
Silence screams. Silence is a message, Just as doing nothing is an act. Let who you are ring out & resonate In every word & every deed. Yes, become who you are. There’s no sidestepping your own being Or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message. You are the message.
John N. Gish Jr.
I told Erika this morning that the angels taught me years ago that I am graded on how I do what the angels give me to do, and how other people respond to what I do is not my concern. It is for my own soul evolution that I do what the angels give me to do, it is purely selfish on my part.
One Human Family is a fallacious mantra
While never buying into the One Human Family mantra for one minute, as it is simply untrue, I was not the least bit surprised by the backlash and uproar The Citizen received for its recent presidential endorsement. For you see, Key West is a very tolerant and caring community. We accept all sexual genders and preferences and colors with open arms and open minds because we are a very open minded community — unless, of course, you happen to have a different political view than the majority of these accepting citizens of Key West. If your political views vary from the liberal lock-step mind-set, then you are vilified, berated and chastised, as witnessed in the recent rantings of the last couple of days. If you dare to have differing political ideas or ideals, well then, your kind isn’t welcome here. You are shunned. It kind of makes you feel like a negro trying to order a sandwich at a Woolworth’s counter. One Human Family? Hogwash. The more fitting motto for Key West is Island of Hypocrites!
I told Erika this morning that I had told the Key West City Commission many times: Because Key West adopted One Human Family as its creed, God is testing the city to see if it really means it. Even as I wonder if street people unconsciously sense where humanity is headed and have surrendered to it?
Americans rejected Republican prejudices
The American people have re-elected President Obama. By doing so they have shown their support for Obamacare, a pragmatic approach to deficit reduction that includes raising the top rate back to 39.6 percent. They have also shown that the majority of Americans do not trust the Republicans to fairly and pragmatically address the problems of Medicare and tax reform. The political press tells us Republicans have a problem with voters who are black, Latino, gay, young and female. I think I can simplify this. Republicans have a problem with voters who are American. Americans have rejected idiot racism, birtherism, homophobia and misogyny. The interests of the middle class have won out over the interests of the plutocratic class. To my fellow white male baby boomers who supported Romney and Republicans, dry your tears. Remember Bob Dylan’s words: “Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand for the times they are a changin’.”
Racism comes in many wrappers, the Republican Party and the Democratic Party are but two glaring examples. The so-called “Citizen” has yet to own up to who wrote the Romney endorsement.
From Citizen’s Voice today: “Please, enough already, the parade was to honor our veterans. It was not a parade about political groups, it was about honoring those veterans who died, were wounded or fortunate enough to return home unscathed. That’s two years in a row that the Republicans didn’t get it.”
President Obama got it? You sure could have fooled me.
Jonathan Horwitz wrote: Right On, Brother!
I replied: Didn’t know until today that you had been in Vietnam. I was spared that ordeal by spirit intervention, perhaps told another day. What a way to get your outlook worked over – Vietnam. A dear Alabama buddy, lawyer, my white-water tandem C-2 padding partner in another life, was a captain in the US Army, Artillery, in Vietnam. After his return to the States, he became a serious anti-war protestor. He loves getting out in Nature, and with some people goes by “Hawkman” for reasons you might appreciate. ========================
I kinda doubt many Republicans I know would care to sit down and talk with Hawkman about Vietnam or any American war since then. I kinda doubt many Republicans or Democrats I know would care to sit down and talk with me about street people and Jesus.
Sister Moon Brother Sun – young Claire and Francis, of Assisi
From Sancho Panza yesterday: Pink Floyd:
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness Waking the grapevine one inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
I replied: Maybe the man should look for the moon rising in the evening.
Little Torch Key