Grand Oligarchy Dream

I dreamed we had them on their knees

The grand oligarchy flees

And they said “Wait! Look at out skin -“

“Our Y chromosomes – the fact that we like women.”

And we were divided again

Naming them “white” heterosexual men

And parts of the horse twitch on their own

We could unite, but we’d rather throw stones

Now this magic is so damn real

It can define how I think should feel

Guilt for a history of which I had no part

Current lines of inequality weight heavy on this heart

I keep trying to be the change – and there my shame is showing

Lines like “All white people are the problem.” keep echoing

If there is one lesson that could untie this nation

It is that correlation isn’t equal to causation

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A Boy and His Dog

A boy stands with his dog by his side, facing a busy sidewalk, holding a sign that says “Hear my dog talk for $1”. A man walks up and drops a dollar in the jar on the ground in front of the boy and says, “Let’s hear it”. Excitedly, the boy looks to his dog and says, “Sparky, how does sandpaper feel?” The dog goes, “Rough!” Amused by the display, the man smiles and carries on down the sidewalk. A second man walks up and drops a dollar in the jar. Again the boy looks to his dog and asks, “Sparky, how does sandpaper feel?” The dog goes, “Rough!” Apparently irritated by this, the man says, “Kid, you need to stop this.” The boy and his dog watch confused as the man continues down the sidewalk. A third man walks up and drops a dollar in the jar. Excitedly, the boy looks down at his dog and says, “Sparky, how does sandpaper feel?” The dog goes, “Rough!” The man says, “This is a scam, kid. You’re never going to learn to stop taking advantage of people unless I take my dollar back.” He reaches into the jar, pulls out a dollar, and continues down the street. Confused, the boy and his dog watch as the man walks by. After the man is out of sight, the boy looks down at his dog and says, “I wonder what that was about.” The dog replies, “I know. That wasn’t even his dollar.”

A Daily Commitment to Remain Loyal to the State

I was brought up in a government institution in which I was made to make a daily commitment, an audible promise to remain loyal to the state in which I was raised. Every morning, before engaging in the learning exercises mandated by this organization, we loudly announced our devotion to a symbol of those who required us to attend this institution. We didn’t think much of it. The words were so well rehearsed, we rarely gave consideration to what the utterances meant. We, the children of this state, the future, knew this little speech so well, it was so engrained in us, I feel comfortable in my assumption that most of us would have little problem reciting it word for word today. According to Wikipedia, physiologist Kathleen Taylor cites repetition as “an integral part of brainwashing techniques”. She says this is so “because connections between neurons become stronger when exposed to incoming signals of frequency and intensity.” It would seem as though I and anyone else who grew up saying the Pledge of Allegiance were being conditioned daily.

When we look at the actual words in this pledge, would we agree to the message behind them? “I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.” I found myself chuckling with regret in the irony of the word “indivisible” in the line above. We are divided now more than I can remember. And many in our government aid in this division. This two-party system has us condemning those who do not see the world the way we do. With the near 23,000,000 people in prisons in the United States (https://www.prisonpolicy.org/reports/pie2018.html), liberty is certainly not an inalienable right in this country. And justice? I suppose it is obtainable if you can afford it. According the the Pew Religious Landscape survey of 2014, almost 23% of people in the United States were “religiously unaffiliated” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irreligion_in_the_United_States). So let’s try it without the phrases and words that may have become obsolete: “There’s a flag that represents the country known as United States of America.” It kind of looses its luster doesn’t it?

We may see that “The Pledge” doesn’t represent us as a country. We may also see how reciting it every morning may be means to conditioning. So why is reciting “The Pledge” still practiced in schools all around our country?

The Snail

“Commissioner Jordash, it’s the Sphincter on the line. He says he has kidnapped your wife.”
“Light the Snail signal!”
At Snail headquarters:
“The Snail, it’s the Snail signal!”
“Okay…Grass…hopper…Let’s…go.”
“Damn the Snail, you should really quit smoking.”
“I… told… you… grass…hopper… It’s… just… Snail… There… is… no… need… to… say… ‘the’… every… time.”
At Police headquarters:
“Commissioner, we have defeated the Sphincter and saved your wife.”
“Okay, we can turn off the Snail signal.”
At Snail headquarters:
“Come… on… Grass…hopper… let’s…” (The Snail signal disappears from the sky) “Never… mind”

Race by Gender Voting Chart

We need to decide if the color of our skin matters. I was taught from a young age that the color of a person’s skin is largely irrelevant. Certainly, in a society when the color of a person’s skin may have great influence on their ability to gain wealth, we may see a correlation between more important issues and skin color. But it would seem counterproductive to classify people’s perspectives on these bigger issues by division of skin color. We know that eating ice cream doesn’t lead to murders just as we should know that color of skin does not determine for whom we vote.


What benefit does the above chart provide? It would seem to show a great division in our society. Where we find division, we can insert efforts to unite. So the above chart may prove extremely useful in helping us better understand where to begin in our efforts to unite. But the post on which I found this chart would seem to aim to use it as means of condemnation:

Wvite women still whvte women-ing. Always upholding white supremacy to keep their privilege. I don’t want to see whvte women marching in pussy hats in January. Y’all are more worried about putting stickers on RACIST Susan B Anthony’s grave than collecting your fellow yt women. It’s been two years. What have y’all been doing other than performative activism photo ops? Goodbye.”

First off, the author of this post is lumping all “white” women together: “I don’t want to see whvte women marching in pussy hats in January.” But what about the 39% who voted for Beto? It would seem to be the author’s assertion that “white” women should be working to convert other white women. But why does this responsibility fall more on “white” women than it does on any other classification of person on this chart? When we see the color of our skin as the arbitrary division I believe it to be, we may see this chart as a symptom of a deeper problem in our society.


That $50,000 annual income marker that divides people who voted for Obama and people who voted for McCain falls almost exactly between the division of annual income between Latino and “white” people. As Democrats traditionally work to spread the wealth and provide social services for those in need and Republicans traditionally work to keep taxes low, it is easy to see how a person’s income may affect their political affiliation. The color of our skin doesn’t matter. The only color that matters is green. Pointing fingers only works to create division. We are not each other’s enemies. We’ve just been tricked into believing we are. There is no scarcity of resources except the one which has been made:


When we, the blue and the green on this chart, divide against other blue and green as a result of an arbitrary classification like skin color, we enable that 1% to maintain their power. This country is not a Democratic-Republic. It is an Oligarchy. How we vote doesn’t have a huge effect on our world as long as money plays the part it is playing in our political system.

Cherie and Inspector Capo

In the early 1800s there grew a problem of inmates in French prisons disappearing from their cells. The head of the French Bureau of Prisons, a woman by the name of Cherie, vowed to the French people that she would put a stop to this. It was uncommon for French men to address unmarried French women by their first names and not “Mademoiselle “. It was even more uncommon for a woman to hold such a position of authority. But Cherie was in a position of authority that granted she be called whatever she asked to be called. In Cherie’s effort to fix a seemingly broken prison system, she reached out to an American by the name of Inspector Capo. Inspector Capo had a reputation for being the best in his business. As the United States seemed rather eager to lock up their citizens, there was no shortage of prisons, or “pens”, to inspect. It was common to refer to prisons as pens. This worked to dehumanize the prizoners. They were like animals, kept safe in their pens. This was something most who worked in any prison system agreed upon. Cherie and Inspector Capo developed a 10 scale rating system for security of the French prisons. Inspector Capo would give a thorough review of each prison and then give Cherie his final grade: “I give this pen an 8, Cherie… This pen is a 7, Cherie.” Soon bribery won out over Inspector Capo’s pride. As soon as all prison grades turned into 10s, Inspector Capo could return to the United Staes with stories of success and Cherie could tell the French people she had done her job. Cherie hired French-born inspectors to keep up the charade. They didn’t understand the meaning of the syllables, but they knew what to say: “Pen a ten Cherie”. And so the term “Penitentiary” was born.

Ourself

My experience with cancer changed something inside me. I refuse to deny the connection between us, that we are all a part of the greater. Division and isolation are lies. The greatest truth is that we are all parts of God. Sanaya Roman said “What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do”. I love showing people love. I love helping those I can. While a large part of our society would seem to adhere to the idea that we should look out for ourselves, I believe we should look out for ourself, the one and only, the greater self.

An Interaction With Insanity

We each told you we were God. Witnessing us as individuals, you concluded only one, if any of us, could be right. So you gave us chemicals you called “medicine”. And we learned to deny the very real experience of being God. Of course, what you failed to see was that we were all God, the one in plural forms. We weren’t claiming divinity over you, but rather inviting you to experience the divinity within yourselves. How do we describe color to a person who has never experienced it? We use terms that describe feelings the colors invoke. We look to the physical world to point out representations of these colors. How do we explain the very real experience of being God? It is in us and all around us. It is in you and in me. We have never known what it was to not be a part of God and can’t imagine what it would be to not be. But we know how our holding this piece of knowledge to be absolute fact troubles you. You have grown so accustomed to your skin, to this illusion of division. You compete with each other, never understanding you are only taking from yourself. You, so certain of your grasp on reality only because you are too afraid to consider that the nature of reality is beyond your comprehension. And you will call it Shizophrenia because your reality is different from mine. But I may argue that you are insain as you repeat the same actions, fighting, killing, dying for your beliefs, and expect different results.

3lation

Slow morning

New light

Fair warning

All alright

Galaxy blue

3 elation

Falling into

Quick vibration

Bodies so new

Short gestation

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We were born to rattle this Earth

To make humankind see it’s worth

From the stars, we’ve known it since birth

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

And we’re falling

Head above

They’re calling

For our love

Strength in number

Because we are one

The dawn of echoes of breath from the sun

The ELS show has begun

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

3 elation

Explosions of light

Fires that consumes the whole night

Fingers tremble

We are all alright

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

It’s a ripple effect

A seed in a pond

And we aren’t home yet

No, so far beyond

We’re breaking boxes

We’re chasing dreams

Brothers and sisters

We must shine

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