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Tag Archives: Peace

Circumcised

01 Tuesday Mar 2022

Posted by Bill Watkins in Circumcision, Health, Men's Health, Poem, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Alcoholism, Circumcision, Health, Intact, Intactivism, Joy, Love, Men's Health, Peace, Poem, Poetry, Recovery

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I’m glad they had me—
it’s been nice…
But why did they cut me—
Why am I circumcised?

In the first weeks of life:
Sexually abused. Molested—
Strapped to a table,
masturbated and sliced—

Despite my cries…
Despite my cries…
All because of a bible verse that lies—
Masturbated and sliced—

Newborn and hardly alive.

“Then what?” says I, from the
haze that dissipates with every sober hour…
I learned some sports
(while my damaged penis tried to heal).

I learned to drink a flammable
liquid on stolen land.
(“what’s the deal?”)

How could I learn to love?
Shyness when it mattered,
hurt I avoided life’s realities,
even good ones.

I imagined and abused myself,
found my way to pornography
seeking comfort for lost foreskin.

Unprotected, un-lubricated,
Seeking manual stimulation at
the point a normal, intact man
would come, satisfied.

All because the bible lied.

“Due to Covid-19”

16 Tuesday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poem, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Bad Behavior, Behavior, Christianity, Covid, Covid-19, Creator, God, Joy, Love, Native, Native American, Panic, Peace, Poem, Poetry, Spirituality, Truth

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The great excuse to misbehave,
not come to work, not say hello,
not shake a hand…

“Don’t even look at me,” says
the disease that treats everyone
like a disease…

Please. Covid response by
corrupt, confused governments,
anti-social germaphobes—

Have their justification, at last,
to cower without judgement.
It’s okay! You can fear others now,

and get the back pat by human
authorities, the white coats running
a panic game, a lucrative one,

pharmaceutical companies reaping
the harvest of your fear, assuring
you this is… Health.

***

Turn around.  Wake up.  Open up
your eyes and define life! Your way,
Health is extremely personal so

state your belief, seek your path—

But please stay in your lane, I’ve
got my own here!  Do you know
my medical past?  Do you know
the intimate details of what I’ve
been through?

If not, kindly care for yourself, wear
a mask, don’t wear a mask—your body is
yours, some say from parents, from
higher powers, creators, nature
or whatever! It’s yours!

Fear is universally unhealthy.  And
fear precedes anger, a state politics
finds itself in, when the other guy or
girl doesn’t do what we want them to do.

Live and let live, remember?  Adhere
to a glorious moral code, one from
books or old wisdom… but something.

Grab onto good principles to avoid
judgment of others, live your life
fear-free, honor Creation underneath
civilization,

Underneath Covid-19.

What Homeless Problem? Leaders Scapegoat the Poor Instead of Tackling Development’s Filth

05 Friday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Homeless, Los Angeles, Poetic Blog, Political, Politics

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-by Bill Watkins 10/27/2021

The problems of “Los Angeles” run deep, as deep as the rivers and lakes that used to bless this land before the great European conquest.

It used to be a land of many names to many tribes.  By any name naturally sweet, especially when compared to what we industrialists have done to it.  Litter spews out of sidewalks’ cracks, asphalt trying to make all accessible to earth-burning cars, elected leaders in suits meeting in grand halls making and spending money…

Then we are appalled “at that bum on the corner.”  At all the trash, the smell of urine, RV’s mounting months of rentless stays, providing homes to some and eyesores to others – those enclosed in business attire at stationary houses, nine to five jobs shaking their heads…  “Let’s have a meeting about the homeless!!” they hurl, as the trash mounts.

Did anyone ever think we should just pick up the trash?  Daily?  And not just in gas-guzzling trucks, but on foot?  Los Angeles has forgotten how to walk!  LAPD, since the 1960’s, has even decided to police by helicopter!  Never mind the noise, the sound of war…  There they are because you forgot to lock your deified car, someone stole it, and now we add the second crime of noise pollution from above to stop the theft!

I call for a return to Otsungna.  Yaangna, or whichever the names were before the Spanish and their guns stole land and branded it angelic with their bibles.  We have failed.  We have desecrated.  We have polluted…  And now it’s the fault of poor people?  People who look to a blessed outdoor life?  Sleeping under the stars?

In this formerly peaceful, natural space the conquerors called Los Angeles I don’t see a homeless problem.  I see a filth problem, and lazy leaders getting rich in suits who haven’t the slightest idea how to get out of their SUV’s, put on some work clothes, go out on foot –

and solve it.

One Man

04 Thursday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Homeless, Poem, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Christian, Christianity, Gospel, Gospels, Homeless, Homelessness, Humanity, Joy, Love, Peace, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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He had lost half his nose,
the right side of his face
marred by the streets.

His eye on that side
bloodshot.  Barely here,
laid out across a driveway—

Concrete and asphalt his
best friends, along with
the devil alcohol…

Near naked, shoeless,
writhing on the ground for
traffic to finish off,

I asked him if he needed
help… He groggily said “yes,”
I called 911, waited, then

watched as paramedics
kindly carted him away for
a short or final rest, who

can say?  He was not really
another man, he was me.

He was a man, like me.  He
could have been me, a
long-lost brother.

He bled red like me, a thin
line of it glowing where his
nose used to be whole.

A red eye like mine, skin
and sweat… Was he ever in
a sandbox at school?

Branded homeless by the suits,
a “problem” by them and
others, when really…

He’s just a man like you
with a disease.  One man,
barely breathing, hoping

for something good, some
moment of light before
the end to signify forever.

We are here, equal.  None
better than another.  This
man was me.  You…

Our job to love him as
we love ourselves, remember?

The Failure of Democracy

03 Wednesday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political

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Bible, Democracy, Geocracy, God, Great Spirit, Guns, Joy, Lies, Love, Native America, Peace, Poem, Poetry, Politics, Spirituality, Truth, USA

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It’s not so bad.

The realization that the second
major people-governing concept
has failed…

First there was Higher Power, gods
invoked so close to us on
earth that they came to our
dreams, spoke and guided us.

Folks like those under the prophet
Samuel kicked that theocracy out
years ago, thought kings might
be a better way, for “Hey—

all the other nations was doin’ it!”
The Hebrew god warned kings might
be corrupt, finally that on the day
we complained, he wouldn’t hear.

So the Greeks rose up like a Narcissus
flower, rejected single male power,
and invented dēmokratia, democracy –
Long live people-rule, at last!

The Romans liked it, spread it
around by force, liked Jesus—spread
him around by force, combined the two
to steal land in the New World,

a Dutch mapmaker calling it all…
America.  The natives still had their
higher powers, excited by the earth
and their place under a Great Spirit.

But we had our democracy, bible, and
most powerful of all, it would seem,
gun powder.  An Asian invention, fireworks
English and other Euros used to kill.

So people-rule it was and has been,
although I’ve never seen people rule
during an earthquake, forest fire
or hurricane.

“It’s flooding, you say? Well, let’s
hold a vote,” never much swayed
the elements, but still we claim that
“people-power is best.”

Until it isn’t.  Until two parties argue
and argue and do nothing.  Until you
realize there is no power in hallways,
marble and human art, that the

natives may have had it more right
than wrong, the waterfalls, valleys,
rivers and mountains of their
higher powers holding joy and sway.

I used to talk and write of Geocracy,
God, Earth and People-rule, but
know the word in front offends, so
onward I look, want to join?

People don’t always rule, so let’s
move on… There’s something better
at the end of this tunnel, so keep
digging toward the light.

Democracy has died because it was
never in the first place right.

The combination of people, honoring
the earth and invoking a higher power
seeming to this poet the truth,
a way to it, giving blindness sight.

Lethal Force Argument Fails in Big Picture

02 Tuesday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Nature, Poetic Blog, Police

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***

I recently spent some time with an LAPD officer, who went over a variety of potentially lethal situations he and his fellows face while on the job, trying to protect and serve.  He was surprisingly convincing, had me on the edge of my seat, and I was close to renouncing some of my religious views—the main one with relevance being the Sixth Commandment of the Jewish Torah:

Thou shalt not kill.

The officer was convincing with the set of conditions in front of him, as a lethally trained cop, but…  After a few days to meditate, I recalled the big picture.  Stolen Native American land… Guns and more guns rationalized by bibles, then the forced industrialization and development of this once thriving wilderness turn New Europe.

In the insanity civilization has created, the normalization of fast cars, planes, and even the loud war machine helicopters above us claiming law enforcement:  one could argue that indeed some people need killing.  An insane notion made almost palatable on the concrete and asphalt of this city:  law officers speeding around in fancy cars burning earth, flying around over our homes burning more earth—

Showing up mid-conflict… someone draws a knife, or a gun, or a machete… and now?  The police officer called in with few facts and limited knowledge of a crime scene shows up to make a life or death decision with his or her lethal firearm.  They trained to kill, trained to shoot for the largest mass on the human body—the torso, the chest, the heart… to kill.

And given all of that, all that touring around in fire-burning vehicles across this once natural area turned polluted metropolis:  they are out of touch.  Their boots are not on the ground.  They don’t know the suspect nor the suspect’s family.  They often know only a little about the community they enforce, and what they do know they know driving at high speeds or worse yet, flying loud metal choppers from above us.

Lethal force in policing is always wrong, I still assert.  Even after an LAPD officer’s impassioned plea to me and set of scenario explanations…  Why?  Because the concept of “America,” land theft and the forced industrialization of this land has created the insane situations they experience that only seem to justify the taking of human life on the job.

I reject lethal force.  I reject lethal force training.  But well before that, I reject “Los Angeles,” the “United States of America” and any other concepts deriving from a racist, criminal theft of land some like to call a romantic conquest so they can keep benefitting from sin.  Putting down our guns may not be the first step toward proper amends, but it is one. 

It’s time to question the founding of this New Europe on stolen Native American land, where gun use is too often justified in the loud, polluted insanity industrialization has created here.

Democracy Has Failed: Is There a Better Way?

01 Monday Nov 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poetic Blog, Political

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-by Bill Watkins 10/25/2021

I have never seen “people-rule” during an earthquake.  Or in the midst of a Category Four hurricane, forest fires or any other natural disaster.  I have never known a person or group of people who knew the future or could influence events to a level that would decide it.

And yet we around here hold on against hope to an old Greek concept that touts the untruth that people do have power, an ultimate power of governing events.  It’s a lie, but a far better one than what monarchies pitch, so… we stick with it, a so-so governing concept that only has occasionally worked on Turtle Island (“America” to the invaders), and only after we Europeans removed the natives here by brutal, genocidal force.

Men will not think that robbers and pirates have a right of empire over whomsoever they have force enough to master, or that men are bound by promises which unlawful force extorts from them.

Democracy on stolen land?  Can it work?  Of course not.  When did the United States ever get consent to rule over the native people here?  They did not, nor will they ever have it, therefore the USA has no “right of empire,” as Sir John Locke, quoted above, would eloquently put it. 

If here today, I think the English philosopher would conclude that the United States Constitution is invalid.  Written on stolen land.  For what good are written laws upon a shameful genocide and forced removal of people?  Karma alone is powerful enough, some might say, to forever curse the Europeans who continue to hammer their Roman civilization down on the unwilling—

And by unwilling, I’m not just referring to “people,” ye lovers of “democracy!”  There’s more than just us here!  There is the Earth, its plants, its animals, powers at work to create this world and universe.  There are powers at work that might know what the future holds, powers above human pay grade…  People can decide and control a portion of events, perhaps, but not the whole thing—

Why “people-rule” is invalid, false, and misleading.  Why democracy, although a better system than monarchy, can in no way be thought of as the best conceivable governing system.  We must seek a third concept, a more truthful, all-encompassing one that includes more of nature and all those powers we can’t control.  The American Congress invokes those powers at times, has their ministers praying in their enclosed halls, but perhaps the prayers are blocked by grand European-style marble ceilings.  “Democracy” is hallowed like a religion by some, a false one (unless you can say people rule our floods).

What could be better?  What might that third concept be?  What about American Indian Movement (AIM) activist, Russell Means’ Lakota concept of “Consensus Rule?” He said in his book, Where White Men Fear to Tread, that “the human, intelligent way—the Oglala Lakota and Indian way—is to rule by consensus. That is true democracy.” Could we get consensus among ourselves with enough effort? Wouldn’t a complete consensus include a nod to Mother Earth and Creation before making decisions?

It’s time we accept we don’t know it all, can’t know it all.  Invoke, invoke, invoke.  Hold more meetings outside, adopt native views and native terms.  Tear down the racist USA, the term “America” itself a European invention forced down throats in non-European land.  Listen to the natives, who had no guns when we met them.  Their way of life not perfect, but one lived in concert with nature, not in aggressive competition against it.

Ame-rica, a Dutch mapmaker’s idea, coined from Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci’s first name, but also a telling mix of Latin words expressing “love of wealth and riches.”  And power.  False power.  The false claim that people have power in all situations, a false claim that “Democracy” foments.  Democracy has done its duty!  It broke us out of the far worse corruption of kings…

But as Democrats and Republicans fight in Washington, roads and bridges fail, and pharmaceutical companies get rich calling their drugs “health,” it’s time to admit that democracy is overrated… In fact, it’s just a good system, but maybe “good is the enemy of the best,” as AA’s Bill W. once put it.

Let’s move toward the best, back to the earth, back to admitting people are part of this universe, but not the whole part.  Let’s make amends to first peoples, wipe out bad, racist, violent and dishonest concepts and find something that works.  Russell Means presents the concept of Consensus.  Perhaps it’s high time we strive to achieve it on this once-revered, honored land.

Hollenbeck C-PAB Welcomes Back Live Meetings

21 Thursday Oct 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Community, LAPD, Police

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-by Bill Watkins 10/20/2021

Every third Wednesday at 6:00pm Hollenbeck Division Headquarters on 1st Street in Boyle Heights welcomes the Community-Police Advisory Board (C-PAB) to facilitate an exchange of information and advice.

New Hollenbeck Captain Germán Hurtado co-chaired the meeting with C-PAB community Co-Chair Mark Overstreet of University Hills.  The board is five strong but is actively open to new recruits who want to serve their communities as a liaison between the LAPD and the streets.  The captain opened with a crimes report, reflecting a slight surge in numbers and high concerns over the “homeless situation.”

Also present and contributing were Neighborhood Prosecutor Cynthia Gonzalez, Hollenbeck Detective Commander Chris Mayberry, area LAPD Lead Officers, two representatives from CA Assemblywoman Wendy Carrillo’s office, the board members mentioned and about twenty members of the community.  Interested members brought their concerns, among them:  gang activity and crimes in areas with high homeless populations.

Commander Mayberry stressed the importance of having experts on gang activity among Hollenbeck’s force, as “a strong nexus exists between the gangs and certain kinds of crimes.”  Neighborhood Prosecutor Cynthia Gonzalez with the City Attorney’s office, committed to Hollenbeck Division and communities they serve, spoke at length on her work, from trying to educate folks on keeping public spaces safe and accessible (L.A. Municipal Code Section 41.18) to advising those present of a “Safe Parking Program” that exists out of Council District 1 in Glassell Park.  The program attempts to assist in safe parking for RV’s in this area.

Lead Officers contributed their reports, with Officer Oscar Casini receiving special recognition for his outstanding work.  Officer Huerta of Lincoln Heights, Hermon, and Rose Hills communities spoke of extra attention on Debs Park of late, while Officer Frank Dominguez mentioned more concerns about homeless populations.  All of the lead officers requested community help and involvement.

For some that involvement could be membership in the C-PAB board, for others captaincy with Neighborhood Watch.  Officer Casini passionately pitched for community support, knowing that without it—LAPD will not be as successful as they could be.  It’s through community watch programs and support that quality of life can rise to new heights, a community member even presenting an idea to introduce non-lethal foot patrols to get ahead of crimes in the area.

Opinions at Wednesday’s meeting expressed that far better than reacting to crime is to put eyes on the street and avoid them altogether.  Together, Wednesday night’s C-PAB meeting seemed to say, we can create the kind of community we want.  See you at Hollenbeck Division Headquarters (2111 1st Street, Boyle Heights) on each third Wednesday, the next meeting scheduled for November the 17th at 6:00pm.

Tlanextili

12 Monday Jul 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Bilingual, Indigenous, Mexico, Nahuatl, Poem, Poema, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Amor, Earth, Esperanza, Europe, Hope, Indigenous, Invasion, Joy, Love, Mexico, Nahuatl, Native, Naturaleza, Nature, Paz, Peace, Poem, Poetry, Spiritual, Spirituality, Theft, Tierra, Truth

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Great Spirit, Holy Creator hear me.
We need to be awake—

The sun of civilization is setting,
hopefully passing over before
the mountain cracks.

Europe keeps coming for its
concrete—

Broken rocks on the dock of
fallen natural ports, civilization
stealing, dignified.

Tlanextili, Earth!  I’ve been asleep!
Hear me, I’m awake!

Rome planted unholy plants over
the green earth, as time separated
us from the rocks—

Sun! Shine, Tlanextili!  Hope, eternally
falling in natural wonders;

Hope – that cascade of truth in
red orbits we read next to golden
lines to time Thou growest!

Tlanextili, Sun!  Tlanextili to the
old gods that harmed no one.

Peace be to the reigning powers
that gobble up peace, calling it
politics—even medicine…

Tlanextili, me!  Sunshine next
to rain still a rainbow!

Tlanextili, Earth!  We can return to
the goodness before the gun. We
can return to honor—

Truth springs eternal down the lines
that care, children always there.

Conmueva mi mentalidad, Spirit!  The
Earth where there are no words…

Una mejor sociedad… sin lenguaje,
sin fronteras menos ellas creadas
en el núcleo de la tierra—

Tlanextili, mente.
Tlanextili, libertad!

Tlanextili, primera gente—
Tlanextili, Esperanza!

Un poder mayor que Covid

15 Monday Mar 2021

Posted by Bill Watkins in Covid, Español, Health, Mexico, Poetic Blog

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Covid-19, Español, Health, Joy, Love, Mexico, Paz, Peace, Salud

Habla de salud. La triste historia que nunca cambia
De las enfermedades mortales está gastado y rancio.
No puedes encantar, ni interesar, ni complacer
Insistiendo en ese acorde menor, enfermedad.
Di que estás bien o que todo está bien contigo
Y Dios oirá tus palabras y las hará realidad.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Qué pesadilla ser un científico cristiano durante este tiempo.  Yo lo llamo un pánico gubernamental, usted podría llamarlo una pandemia global; alguien habla de gente muriendo, yo me aferro a la vida eterna.  La fe es la cura para todas las enfermedades y los males concebibles, en mi opinión, pero si la fe en un poder superior es un concepto ofensivo como hablar de política en la mesa, hablemos de la fe en nuestros cuerpos …

Creo en este cuerpo asombroso que obtuve al nacer.  ¡Está completamente equipado con extras! Un sistema inmunológico asombroso, un cerebro para poder pensar por mí mismo lo que funciona para mi camino particular en la vida… Mi camino personal hacia la salud, la alegría, el amor, ¡algunos incluso todavía hablan del Cielo!  Llámalo paz mental, eventualmente tener Fe en algo más que tu cuerpo físico, hacer cosas buenas y pensar en los demás antes que en ti mismo.

La medicina occidental vende teorías como un HECHO, que el mundo y nosotros no fuimos creados correctamente, por lo que tenemos que ponerle un cubrebocas.  Bazofia.  Nunca me he enfermado de verdad mientras mi vida estaba en perfecto equilibrio… Hacer ejercicio, vivir al aire libre, una buena dieta, una mezcla de amor, juego, trabajo y dormir bien.  Por supuesto que no.  ¡La medicina occidental (los médicos) le hará creer durante su Pánico de Virus de 2020/2021 que deberíamos tener miedo el uno del otro! Debemos mantenernos alejados el uno del otro… No debemos confiar en el aire, es malo… ¡Nuestros cuerpos y nuestro sistema inmunológico no son lo suficientemente buenos!

Bazofia.  Estiércol de caballo.  Falso… ¡No lo creo!  La medicina occidental ha estado vendiendo su aceite de serpiente durante cientos de años, subiendo por la falda de los cuerpos humanos en busca de todas las respuestas de la vida.  Para ellos y los que creen en ellos, lo físico lo es todo, el cuerpo es la clave para una larga vida, pero creo que definen la VIDA y, de hecho, la SALUD de manera diferente a mí.  Sé lo que funciona para mi salud porque vivo conmigo.  ¿Cómo va a saber un médico o un gobierno más que yo sobre mi salud?

Hemos vivido una mala historia de CONQUISTA (robo de tierras), crimen justificado por una Biblia, y en ese ambiente de civilización forzada entra la ciencia a menudo falsa de la medicina occidental y sus médicos sobrepagados y confiables.  ¿Cuál fue su alguna vez gran solución para la fiebre y la mala salud física?  ¡Flebotomía!  ¿Cuál sigue siendo su actividad número uno en los consultorios de Occidente? ¡Extracción de sangre! “Sí, pequeño Billy, veamos qué te pasa.  Una vez que encontremos lo que está mal, ¡le recetaremos muchos medicamentos saludables!”

Drogas y extracción de sangre.  Bazofia.  Médicos sobrepagados con diplomas otorgados por otros médicos, una comunidad que establece miedos y enfermedades, y luego se presenta a sí misma como la gran cura… “¿Será dinero en efectivo o crédito, Billy?”  Bazofia.  Y peligroso… El miedo es el virus más peligroso en el mundo de hoy, la religión más grande que dice tener una cura para él es la medicina occidental.

Permítame, por favor, presentarle otro, más antiguo, más sabio y mejor:

Fe.  Fe en Dios.  Fe en un Poder Superior, llámalo como quieras. Fe en la Creación, en el aire dulce del campo, lejos de las ciudades de médicos, hospitales y grandes facturas… Fe en nosotros mismos. En este cuerpo asombroso con el que nacimos, en tu propia salud cuando tomas buenas decisiones y vives de manera equilibrada. Deje las ciudades que Roma azotó con tanta violencia a través de Europa, y que Colón, los españoles y los ingleses forzaron en la Isla Tortuga, Aztlán y otras partes de la tierra antes hermosa y pacífica llamada “América” por europeos egocéntricos, violentos y etnocéntricos.

Rechaza la conquista.  Rechaza el robo a mano armada. ¡Rechaza la civilización forzada, su ruido y sus curas falsas! Mantenga la sangre dentro de su cuerpo, diga no al derramamiento de sangre y las drogas de la medicina occidental, encuentre su propia definición de salud y vida, una más amplia con la que sueña la filosofía de los médicos.  Di no al Kool-Aide, ¡lo han manchado con alcohol y lo han estado haciendo durante años!  El agua es mejor que la cerveza, un paseo por la naturaleza es mejor que una visita al médico, y la fe en Dios es la cura que esperabas que te brindara un cubrebocas sobre tu rostro.

Para los adictos a la medicina y la civilización occidentales, mis palabras pueden ofenderlos, y lo que es más, pueden reírse y desearme un daño relacionado, diciendo: “Oh, espera hasta que contraigas el virus Covid y te sentirás de manera diferente.”  Ya conseguí el virus Covid, estoy bastante seguro. Un verdadero dolor en el trasero… ¡en realidad mi cabeza!  Hay muchos fastidiosos que atrapar, pero nunca diré que los médicos occidentales tienen todas las respuestas, como dioses con batas blancas.  Aquí está mi pequeño relato sobre la captura de una gripe realmente mala en marzo de 2020:

Cogí un virus extraño… Algo que nunca había sentido antes, un dolor dramático que comenzó en el supermercado un día, luego una fuerte fiebre de tres semanas.  Sin síntomas de resfriado, solo fiebre y un dolor de cabeza horrible, que parecía una exageración del que tenía antes de contraer el virus.

Me enfermo cuando estoy desequilibrado en la vida; en este caso había estado escribiendo demasiado, ocho días seguidos sin descanso.  Cuando escribo mucho, descanso mucho.  Al descansar demasiado (incluyendo el uso de bolsas de hielo en el cuello) desarrollo un dolor de cabeza por el contacto excesivo de la almohada… Así fue como entré al supermercado ese día y agarré una gripe fea.

No culpo a nadie.  No a la niña que conocí en el autobús hacia la ciudad, cuya mamá dijo que tenía diarrea y se dirigía al médico.  No a la gente a la que saludé en el mercado, ni a nadie más en mi autobús… Este fue el comienzo del pánico Covid-19, y todos los empleados del mercado llevaban cubrebocas, lo que me hizo pensar que estaba buscando productos en la sala de emergencias de un hospital.

Había miedo a la enfermedad, mi propio dolor de cabeza y el desequilibrio, y ahí lo tienes… Tuve la cosa malvada que estaba ahí afuera.  ¿Fue Covid-19?  Nunca lo sabré con certeza, porque no voy mucho a los médicos ni creo en la medicina occidental.  Tengo dieciocho años sobrio, vivo en el campo, sé lo que es saludable para mí y lo hago (la mayor parte del tiempo).  Los consultorios médicos están abarrotados, tienen exceso de aire acondicionado y son caros.  No, gracias.  No veo la salud allí.

Sacar sangre de mi cuerpo, donde siempre pensé que haría más bien; darme medicamentos experimentales con un indicio de depresión; vender ciencia experimental como si fuera fáctica; comprometerse con la política, hacerse rico y esas compañías de seguros víboras subiendo precios ya exorbitantes!  No, gracias.  Prefiero la naturaleza, mi fe en Dios, incursionar en la Ciencia Cristiana — usando la Biblia y la oración para tener una actitud positiva y sana.

¡Pero me enfermé!  Me pongo enferma cada dos años… Lo admito, este fue salvaje, se quedó conmigo durante un par de meses de vez en cuando, solo que esa fiebre asquerosa me invade de vez en cuando… ¡Enfermedad! Lo conseguí porque estaba desequilibrado y mi sistema inmunológico estaba por debajo de su fuerza normal.  ¿Lo contraje porque alguien me INFECTÓ?  ¿Lo conseguí porque no llevaba un cubrebocas?  ¿Lo agarré porque no estaba practicando el concepto descaradamente anticristiano de SANA DISTANCIA?  No.  No.  No.  Rechazo todas esas teorías que se hacen pasar por hechos para que los gobiernos las utilicen en su legislación turbia, irresponsable, no cristiana, anti-espiritual, pro-medicina occidental.  ¿Por qué sombrío?  El gobierno de México (o cualquier otro que yo conozca) nunca ha definido la palabra SALUD… ¡Eso es un gran problema cuando las leyes tratan de abordar el cuidado de SALUD!

Me gusta la buena ciencia. Los rayos X son geniales, por ejemplo… ¡Hechos!  Me entristece el Pánico del Covid-19 de 2020/2021 por dos razones: 1.  Es mala espiritualidad en exhibición y 2.  Es mala ciencia también.  Gritar el nombre de un virus, tener miedo de él, obsesionarse con él crea un dios falso.  Las religiones que se han acobardado ante el virus deberían avergonzarse, releer los Diez Mandamientos en la Biblia y NO TENER DIOSES delante del Uno.  ¡Grita un nombre!  ¡¡Miedo a que!! Centra tus pensamientos en eso, el amor y la fe, luego diremos:  “¿A dónde se fue ese virus tonto?”  ¡Se va, como cualquier otra gripe que haya tenido una temporada de gripe!

Eso es lo que hizo mi extraño virus con el tiempo, como cualquier otra enfermedad que haya sentido.  Se fue… Fue una lucha dura, horribles dolores de cabeza, fiebre, perder el entusiasmo y la pasión por mi vida, ¡no poder escribir más de un par de párrafos en tres semanas!  ¡Malas ondas en abundancia!  ¡Incluso maldije a Dios, tengo que admitirlo, más de una vez!  Sobre todo porque en medio de mi enfermedad los lugareños donde vivo en México lanzaron fuegos artificiales a tiro de piedra de mi casa, la semana de San José, ensuciando nuestra paz con bombas.  Fui directo a mi sien, palpitando, disparando para acompañar el dolor en el pecho y los espasmos.  Siempre evito esas estupideces.

Luego vinieron los zancudos… ¡Justo cuando estaba durmiendo un poco para eliminar ese virus, el zumbido en mi oído, y tenía que cazar a los malos durante una hora!  ¡Calamidad!  ¡Injusticia!  ¿¡Por qué hiciste estas cosas horribles, Dios!?!?  Estaba enojado.  Y enfermo… Casi suicida, pensamientos destellantes de autolesión… Pero… poco a poco… Le pedí disculpas a Dios, pasó ese novenario de tontos fuegos artificiales, los zancudos me dieron un respiro.

En los grupos de 12 pasos, solía escuchar la expresión “Dios nunca nos da más de lo que podemos manejar.” Creo que hay algo ahí.  Fui llevado al borde, pero tenía suficiente fe, pensamiento positivo a través de mi entrenamiento en la Ciencia Cristiana y paciencia para destriparlo y ganar.

***

Todos somos diferentes, y mi forma de lograr la salud puede ser diferente a la tuya… Mi definición de salud es una paz mental que obtengo al hacer lo que siento que es la voluntad de Dios para mí, un día a la vez.  Muy AA de mi parte, pero en mi vida, encuentro que todo va mejor cuando lo espiritual lidera lo emocional y lo físico.  ¡Espíritu, espíritu, espíritu!  Es algo poderoso, eso y fe, y ahora declararé con orgullo que si tuviera un tipo de atención médica para nombrar, sería la Ciencia Cristiana, una religión fundada por Mary Baker Eddy que aplicó la Biblia (especialmente sus evangelios) a nuestra salud diaria.  Una anciana a la que conduje como servicio en los años noventa me contó esta visión religiosa de la salud, y me gusta.  Me funciona y tiene un precio excelente: es gratis.

Dejemos eso a un lado como la visión de una persona sobre la salud en un país grande.  Hay más de 128 millones de personas en México, por lo tanto, más de 128 millones de puntos de vista, que imagino van desde totalmente diferentes a los míos hasta ligeramente diferentes.  Todos tenemos creencias diferentes sobre muchos temas, el gobierno de México a través de su Constitución pretende permitir eso, que habla mucho de derechos humanos. Elegir a la forma en que respiro no es uno?

Visité Otsungna (para algunos Los Ángeles, California) en abril desde mi casa en México para notar que su alcalde estaba obligando a los ciudadanos a usar cubrebocas en cualquier lugar público.  Este es uno de los muchos casos a lo largo de los años en que gobiernos se han puestos del lado de la medicina occidental, llamando a sus EXPERTOS la salud misma.  Un arreglo silencioso, pero un vínculo no probado persiste, ya que sé que no veo ni siento salud en un consultorio médico con exceso de aire acondicionado y un precio excesivo.  Tengo la Ciencia Cristiana, sí, pero incluso el Gran Espíritu de los Nativos Americanos, el enfoque natural de la salud basado en la tierra, me llena de paz mental más que los consultorios occidentales, el concreto, el asfalto, las píldoras y las cirugías.  ¡Está bien que alguien que lea esto se moleste y reclame un punto de vista diferente!  Tal vez obtenga una gran tranquilidad de la medicina occidental, lo cual está bien, así que usa tu cubrebocas sin obligarme a usar uno, por favor.

Todos deberíamos tener la libertad de decidir nuestro propio camino de salud en Aztlán o en cualquier otro lugar.  Pero durante un pánico por el virus, el gobierno siente que tiene una excusa para aplastar la libertad de expresión, imponer cuarentenas y cubrebocas, prestándose al problema en la lógica que tengo con tal respuesta.  Si uno está viviendo una vida saludable, tomando decisiones positivas y caminando por un camino con convicción y fe, ¿por qué esa persona cambiaría ese camino debido a un virus sobre-expresado?  México, Estados Unidos y otros gobiernos alineados con la medicina occidental piden y exigen que tengamos miedo a la gente, mantengamos las distancias.  Esto va en contra de la práctica cristiana, me pide que crea la mentira de que es más probable que mi hermano o hermana ser humano en el camino me maldiga que me bendiga.  Nunca creeré eso, ni tampoco creeré en un gobierno que no me permita creer lo que quiero creer.

“¿Pero qué pasa con toda la muerte?”  Con verdadera fe en un poder más grande que nosotros y los virus, no hay muerte.  ¡Construye bien el espíritu y vive para siempre!

Amén

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