Monday, May 22, 2006

Failure in Humboldt County

Letter to the Editor,    
     published by Garberville newspaper, July 2001
     under Editor’s headline:
          I’M LUCKY TO BE HOMELESS IN PARADISE
To the Editor,
     I came here three winters ago to retire my “Creampuff” v-dub to an old-hipi-bus-village/community…put her out to pasture, so to speak, and get a bigger bus with more room for a swap meet inventory, so that I could indulge my arthritic tendencies with dry desert winters, and medicine mountain summers in Humboldt Nation.
     The life of a hipi snowbird, in a bus with a woodstove, seemed to me to be a perfectly reasonable retirement plan at the age of 50.  That was my ‘personal agenda’ upon arrival on May 5, 1998, a flaming redhead.
     My long-term political agenda was inspired by the accomplishments of this community…at Mateel(community center), at KMUD, at the Stafford tree-sit, and with the Vets for Peace at the Veteran’s Hall.  But then, I became informed of the prevailing winds of high-holy-status quo, and my sails were shredded by disgust, shipwrecked and homeless in a hostile harbor.  
     I had never been homeless before I came here.  I was raised to be a homemaker, and have never been denied. This homelessness has been imposed upon me, against my will, and just because I do it well, the best I can, some folks like to think I like being homeless, that I’ve chosen to be homeless, that I’m lucky to be homeless in paradise, and that I should be grateful, dying.
     They’ve called me a ‘loose cannon’ and don’t realize that I’m the biggest bore feminist available from the Mothership, Revolution, so I think that I should be tied down before I crash overboard.
     This might be a functional community for some people, but when someone of my caliber isn’t allowed a meaningful place here, the stench of necrotic hypocrisy arises.
     Thank you for your time.

Morgana Sage, Mayor, pro-tem
Sovereignty Township Steering Committee
Queen of Hipi Road, Woodstock Nation

Saturday, May 20, 2006

The Greening of America

Excerpts from: The Greening of America, by Charles A. Reich, Random House, 1970

     America is dealing death.  Not only to people in other lands, but also to its own people.  So say the most thoughtful and passionate of our youth, from California to Connecticut.  This realization is not limited to the new generation.  Talk to a retired schoolteacher in Mendocino, a judge in Washington, D.C., a housewife in Washington, Pennsylvania, a dude rancher in the Washington Cascades.  We think of ourselves as an incredibly rich country, but we are beginning to realize that we are also a desperately poor country—poor in most of the things that throughout the history of mankind have been cherished as riches.
     There is a revolution coming.  It will not be like revolutions of the past.  It will originate with the individual and with culture, and it will change the political structure only as its final act.  It will not require violence to succeed, and it cannot be successfully resisted by violence.  It is now spreading with amazing rapidity, and already our laws, institutions, and social structure are changing in consequence.  It promises a higher reason, a more humane community, and a new, liberated individual.  Its ultimate creation will be a new and enduring wholeness and beauty—a renewed relationship of man to himself, to other men, to women, to society, to nature, and to the land.
     This is the revolution of the new generation.  Their protest and rebellion, their culture, music, ways of thought and liberated lifestyle are not a passing fad or just a form of dissent and refusal, nor are they in any sense irrational.  The whole emerging pattern, from ideals to campus demonstrations to beads and bell-bottoms to the Woodstock Festival, makes sense and is part of a consistent philosophy.  This revolution is both necessary and inevitable, and in time it will include not only youth, but all people in America.
     The logic and necessity of the new generation—and what they are so furiously opposed to—must be seen against a background of what has gone wrong in America.  It must be understood in light of the betrayal and loss of the American Dream, the rise of the Corporate State of the 1960’s, and the way in which that State dominates, exploits, and ultimately destroys both nature and man.  Its rationality must be measured against the insanity of existing ‘reason’---reason that makes impoverishment, dehumanization, and even war appear to be logical and necessary.  Its logic must be read from the fact that Americans have lost control of the machinery of their society, and only new values, and a new culture can restore control.
     We have all known the loneliness, the emptiness, the plastic isolation of contemporary America.  We have been dulled and blinded to the injustice and ugliness of slums.  We have all been persuaded that giant organizations are necessary.  We have all been induced to give up our dreams of adventure and romance in favor of the escalator of success, but the new consciousness says that the escalator is a sham and the dream is real.  And these things, buried, hidden, and disowned in so many of us, are shouted out loud, believed in. and affirmed by a growing multitude of young people who seem too healthy, intelligent, and alive to be wholly insane…who appear, in their collective strength, capable of making the revolution happen.
     For one almost convinced that it was necessary to accept ugliness and evil…that it was necessary to be a miser of dreams…it is an invitation to cry or laugh.  For one who thought the world was encased in metal and plastic and sterile stone…it seems a veritable greening of America.         Charles Reich, 1970
    

Metaphoric Mythologies

The traditional business of religion has been to
MANufacture metaphoric myths to control the
masses in a milieu of systemic patriarchal slavery.
The powers of metaphor, however, include our
ability to change our language and attitudes,
as well as our Society, by the use of sapphonic,
feminist perspective, to define a Matrix Standard,
and actually accomplish Revolution, Paradigm Shift,
and Spiral Dance, all in one felling swoop.

Herstorical Rewrites:

A Jesus Story,feminine lead…Anna bore a daughter, Mary,
and they lived with each other until the girl-child moved,
as a woman of 12, to the house of her Grandmother, an
Elder and Healer in her own community.
Before she was 30, and her Grandmother’s passing,
Truelove Freemate, and she, bore fruit of her own,
a daughter and a son, and they lived and grew.
At the end of her training, she gathered together her blankets, her pipes, and her courage, to make a difference, to change a world, and not complain of work or death.
She did it!

The Hood of the Woods… a little girl named Robin, who wore red a lot, moved to the forest the winter the Wolf ate her Grandmother, and lived happily taunting her father, the Sheriff, by poaching his meat, titheing his rich, unionizing the Free Poor, marshalling her counter-culture, and making Herstory.

In the Beginning, there was the Word, and that Word was God,and the Word was made flesh (by Woman). John1:1

Ground Zero 1984

GROUND ZERO 1984

“they” just may as well start dropping their God-damned bombs, as it doesn’t seem that anyone is willing to commit towards true directions anyway, and nothing constructive seems to have even one-half of a chance.

I’d enjoy seeing a conclusion to the indignities of futile struggles that obviously have no end, and therefore, no meaning.  “they” may as well make an effort to succeed in their suicides, and I don’t care enough to run from the blast or the fall-out, as if the excitement of atoms must surely beat the shit out of what “they” call living in this poverty-stricken mind of mankind and corrosive vampirism.

A circuit can only contain a certain saturation of resistance consistent with the current’s capacity to continue in it’s course.  I’ve had it!!!  When does the copper melt before she gets to destiny?

If only it were true that life depends on the ability to find that the personal is someone worthwhile, because you sure can’t depend on anything or anyone else being so.  But no!  It seems that life depends on ignorance of anything better to do than stumble thru it no worse than anyone else does.

Give me the flash of holocaust so I might think in terms of accepting “civilization’s greatest accomplishment to date”, as the best we can do is to recognize the handicap humanity is to Cosmic Intelligence, and gracefully annihilate the difficulty we pose to the Continuum.

TIMELINE: 9.11

TIMELINE…9.11

We are all way past critical mass
and the shared visceral quiver is
inspired by movement
across this paradigm’s limits into
the new age, a millennium of Peace.

Are we all a bunch of lemmings
who follow demented leaders
into the Abyss?  
         OR
Will we listen to the
Voice of Great Buffalo Spirit
and turn the Herd?

We are Doomsday Generation.
It’s up to US to change
the course of history,
or there will be no future.

Y2K Designer Virus

Y2K DESIGNER VIRUS

All of us here who have refused
The Mark of the Beast,
Are already on the march into
A thousand years of Peace.
We Saints are motivated by
Our Ancestor’s martyred Spirits,
And We are an irresistible Force.

Hipis Unite!  We’ve always been Right!
Successful Insurrection in Sight!
Incite Insights!
And Program this COMMAND:
…DELETE “war” FROM ALL VOCABULARIES
and DEMAND an Immediate Moratorium
  on ALL COMMERCIAL HARVEST
  of whatever’s left of Our
ANCIENT REDWOOD CATHEDRAL FORESTS

Monday, May 15, 2006

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Winter Destination...October'06

Gathering of the Woodstock Rainbow Nation Elder's Council
@Blackdog Junction, Tecopa Stage Stop and Internet Lounge,
on Old Spanish Trail, south of Death Valley.
FREE DRY CAMP for bruja haha earthquake magic users,
rednecks, redskins, redheads, and bushwhackers with horse and chainsaws, who want to help restore vintage gypsy campgrounds, and make way for Chief Tecopa's Future Wind Farm. Open 24/7, with repects, from October'06-March'07, for Boycott/Class Action Campaign to Restore Treaty and Free Public Baths.
No fighting dogs, no guns, no needles, no broken glass.

On-the-ground contact: Emily, the Rottweiller.
Check-in with Sage, at #9, the Mayor's office,
Sovereignty Township Steering Committee
tele.#760-852-4592 or email: blackdogjunction@yahoo.com