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What is Health?

23 Thursday Mar 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Health, Mental Health

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Joy, Love, Peace

Native American Health10

-By Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

***

The U.S. Government could save a lot of money, and at the same time: offer a free health plan for all.  What if Government restricted its spending to these three issues:

1. Paying off Debt
2. Infrastructure
3. Security?

A wild proposal?

Infrastructure and Security could stand alone as the two sole reasons to have a government—the reference to debt there only for our past failings to do right, and keep things simple.  John Hancock sure agreed with the security part of that assessment in his speech about the Boston Massacre, made on March 5th, 1774:

Security to the persons and properties of the governed is so obviously the design and end of civil government, that to attempt a logical proof of it would be like burning tapers at noonday, to assist the sun in enlightening the world.

If Congress can pass no law respecting the practice of religion, why is it okay that it tries to govern on a subject perhaps as controversial and open to interpretation:  Health?

I interviewed a sample of Americans, mostly on Twitter, to explore the notion of “Health,” and what it means to them.  My hypothesis going into this experiment was that while there may be a similarity or two in answers, the differences will point to the problem of trying to legislate such a cloudy issue as “health.”  Various definitions of health would reflect everyone’s unique opinions and vitality.

Here is the question I asked of people on Twitter, by Email, in person, and on the phone:

I’m compiling a book, or long article about “Health.” I wonder if you might help me by giving me your definition of health/i.e. what health means to you?

***

Answers:

1.  Bill Watkins:

“Health is a Peace of Mind, Knowing I did the best I could to be the best person I was capable of becoming in all my affairs.”

2.  Duck, Anti-Circumcision Activist:

“Health is discovering yourself and feeding your truth.”

3.  Online T-shirt Salesman:

“Health means your state of being and ability to function naturally.”

4.  Aaron V. from Lake Tahoe:

“Health is natural whole foods, clean water, clean air, a nature soundscape with wildlife, good social relationships, the freedom to explore and then see self-improvement or progress, and having a shelter or sanctuary where one can retreat to and be certain to have all of those things despite what else is going on in the world.”

5.  Sonya on Twitter:

“I believe saying ‘I am healthy’ is relative to your own circumstances. For me, I feel health is a state of physical wellness as well as mental wellness. I believe it’s hard to say I am healthy if either one is compromised to a degree where we are not enjoying living our lives. If we are feeling the best we can for our age and capacity – in that everything is functioning as well as can be expected – and we are getting through each and every day with quality of life in tact, even if it has to be aided by medication, then to me that is healthy. If body and mind are still functioning well enough for me to enjoy life, then I am healthy.”

6.  College Newspaper Staff:

“I’d say health is a state of being. I think it’s a perceived value of physical, emotional, and mental stability and regularity for each individual person. The achievement of ‘healthy’ will differ from person to person based on lifestyle, availability of nourishment and space, and personality.”

7.  Dan R., Twitter:

“Being good in mind, body and soul.”

8.  Yvonne on Twitter:

“Health is a balance of spiritual, mental and physical well-being”

9.  Anastacia on Twitter:

“Health to me means that I’m happy, I am not sick, I can laugh without being in pain.”

10.  Poetry Group on Twitter:

“Health is the harmony of our body.”

11. Carlos M. on Twitter:

“Wellness is a holistic approach to life that includes diet and exercise first with traditional medical care second. ”

12.  Ariel B. on Twitter:

“Health is Peace of Mind.”

13.  Marion W. on Twitter:

“Time set aside in solitude and/or quietness to grow, reflect, write and decompress.”

15.  Google.com on Health:

“Health is the state of being free from illness or injury.”

***

Should Government take us to this place of “health,” a place that is defined differently by anyone you ask?  What should Government give?  What is our own business, or responsibility?  Who wants to build roads?  Infrastructure?  I don’t.  So Government, take a tax and have at it!!!

Who wants basic security?  We all do.  We all put money and taxes into that pool, as well, and just hope the Government is honest and honorable in “defending” its people.  I actually don’t think they are, and killing people is not defense.  But that is for another article.

Regarding Health?  Tell a Christian Scientist that they must pay a tax for other people’s “health care,” drugs, doctor visits—something Christian Scientists don’t believe in at all.

The old school prayer healer, the holistic preacher will exclaim:  “God works!!!!”

And God is cheap, too!!!

***

Threaten to take someone’s blanket away, though, and… they will react, to be sure.  Here is something in that blanket’s place, now from my personal experience:

Find a spiritual spot, a special place in nature.

Walk there, bus and walk, but working is key, you must sweat and live and breathe toward your health, if it is to become real.

“But I can’t walk.”

Get to your special place—ask a friend to help you get there.

No matter your belief, a universal good is to establish gratitude for your life.

Declare that gratitude, ask a Higher Power if moved for help, ask the Wind, the Stars, the Hills—the Earth for help.

And re-enter the cycle of life, the cycle often stolen by concrete, metal and the noise of cities.

You are healed.

Press Clueless on Murder

23 Thursday Mar 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Journalism

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How We Report Capital Crime

-by Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

Chief Seattle on Eternal Life

Pre-religion cultures may have it right.

“We don’t talk about the dead,” say Aboriginal and Native American cultures.

They don’t do so for varied reasons:

1. Respect for Life
2. Courtesy to the Bereaved

The Life Cycle continues, and the fallen human is absorbed into the ground from whence they came, spirit is renewed and cleansed with our tears—

not unlike a burned hillside regenerates with rain and time.

***

Modern “Western” reporters blare out “death” like it means so little.  Like Life means so little. An obvious desensitization…

From where does our cold edge and limp heart toward our fallen brothers and sisters come?

Alcohol? Drugs? That cagy punk, the Devil?

We are beating to the Devil’s drum, I think—a good percentage of people, heading sadly toward that “wide path of destruction” spoken of by Jesus of Nazareth.

Tragedy brings us to proper heart beats.  Loss.

Near death experiences to be sure.  Alcoholics finding the light in hospital beds as I did years ago.

***

Reporters:

Consider amending your cold reports, talking about “the dead” as numbers for your cold statistics and news stories.

Pause and be real.

Pause and be human.

Find that poet within, the pre-religion nature lover, the post-religion respect and love for all people and things.

Back up from tragedy, human loss… and

Feel.

Euphemisms for Murder:

23 Thursday Mar 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Political

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U.S. “Air Strikes” and “Defense”

-by Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

6th Commandment

Murder is not Defense.  Killing is not defense.

A criminal’s heart does not have to stop beating for them to no longer be a threat.

Non-lethal weapons exist.

***

Could a government formed on Native American blood, African slavery, and covert assassination ops ever turn around, find its own heart, and cleanse?

“We” are not lost, just as “air strikes against Isis” is really “mass murder of suspected criminals and their families.”

I am not lost.

Found by Alcoholics Anonymous, God, a new awakening to truth and goodness—a chance to live the dreams of youth.

I suspect alcoholism and addiction, total bedevilment of the sad “American” soldier, selling his or her soul with that first “shot” on the firing range.

Trained to murder.

Justifying the murder with the grand Pious Fraud that “these killings will help us win the war on Terror.”

The Devil is full of expressions—Euphemisms to justify insanity, sin and iniquity.

And our perverse U.S. military is sadly under their spells.

***

Heal, brothers and sisters.

Give back Native land in accordance with the old treaties—broken for gold and greed.

Heal, brothers and sisters!

Pay our debts, both financial and emotional.

Pay the African slave descendent a stipend, a travel grant so that he or she can return to land from which they were brutally, immorally stripped.

Heal, brothers and Sisters!!

Repeal and Replace the Second Amendment, justification for murder. Now.

Heal, brothers and sisters.

Stop killing.

Stop calling murder “self-defense,” “defense,” and “air strikes to defeat terrorism.”

Murder is murder. Killing is killing. Stop.

Pasadena Stop Sign

“Terrorism” – Helping the Devil

23 Thursday Mar 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Crime, History, Political

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Dividing the Issue of Crime

Diversity10

-by Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

The Devil loves it when we divide on anything.

Confusion is the movie he loves to watch, grabbing a good helping of Hell’s popcorn, pulling up a chair, and cheering at his favorite fiery flat screen.

God just shakes his head from Heaven, knowing He or She put Satan down amongst his Creation to challenge and test us.

God watches the same movie, of course more prudent in diet, snacking moderately on a glorious fruit salad—no cheering, as God does not doubt nor gamble.

***

Why is the Devil so happy when a reporter or politician calls a murder or mass murder “terrorism,” an “act of terror,” or relates a crime to some “religion” or “religious belief?”

Because a Division has been made.

Instead of fighting crime, poverty, banding together to help all people—words to label human beings as “terrorists” excite the dark lord of confusion, who revels in our judgments.

“Judge others!! Label people!! Character assassinate whole peoples and religions!!” the Devil yells at that flatscreen, popping greasy popcorn greedily down his lava-like trap.

Clinton: Have Courage

20 Monday Mar 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Hillary, Political

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It’s Time To Admit We Were Robbed

-by Bill Watkins 3/20/2017

Ladies1

In 1938 my grandmother, Louise Ward Watkins, became the first female Californian to run for United States Senate.

We are so proud of her for that.

Definite liberal, right?

Heck no, she couldn’t have been more conservative, more anti-bureaucracy, more anti-communist.  I’ll give her “pro-immigrant,” though, especially involved with Japanese-American rights and culture.

So, I should have grown up a decent feminist, right?  Pro-women, go get ‘em, ladies!?

Sorry.  I grew up a little rootless, a little belligerent, chauvinist, started drinking alcohol young right next to worthless sports playing.

When I got sober, though, I found the feminist within, found pride in ladies’ achievements.  In fact, looking back on my recovery process, where can I look without a female person being there to help me?

My sister inspired our whole family to engage in recovery.  My mother and sister received me in their homes, so I could rest between twelve-step meetings.

The Al-Anon meetings I attended were more and more female-heavy, until I looked around at a meeting in La Canada, California before sitting down one day, raised my hand humbly to ask the group:

“Is this a women’s meeting?”

They said no, pulled out a chair for me, saw me through great realizations and self-discovery, and were the first audience in my little comedy career.  We laughed, cried, and grew up together, and I am grateful to those extended mothers and sisters, who made me a better person, one day at a time.

***

And then there was Hillary.

Proud, pretty, active, smart, and Presidential.

I criticize, as my grandmother would, or her son, my father—the Democrat platform of over-spending on domestic programs.

I question the Democrats’ counterparts, the war-heavy and over-spending Republicans with respect to “national security.”

I question both parties when they exclude talk of “God” or Higher Power, then PLAY GOD, supposing humans are so great, deceiving voters into thinking people great.  We spend and spend—even money we don’t have, to prove we are great, but fail in the end—succeeding only in piling up a massive debt.

Our national sins blare while we vote on Native American blood, on un-retributed Slavery, on JFK’s blood, while covert CIA washes their hands again and again, tweeting their ability to “accomplish what others cannot accomplish and go where others cannot go.”

We killed Kennedy, covered it up—call Jack’s blood “classified,” then carry on like a murderer who picks up a check, signing it over to charity with a smile.

I am crying, some would say about the past—whining, but all for the purpose of salvaging:

Righteousness.  Truth.  Exposing cheaters, thieves and crooks.

We need to welcome back Native America, to honor our old treaties with them, to create a Trail of Cheers for Cherokees back to their land.

Offer Seats in every congress or city council to Native Americans.  They, not us, should lead this country to what it could be.

We need to pay our debts, including to African Slave descendants, to allow those people to travel back to native lands—decide if really, this is their country, or perhaps a better one is behind them, the one from which they were so brutally stripped years ago.

Land of origin is important.  God gives all people land.  My people left England for reasons unknown to me, but my guess is for fame and riches—as the Watkins side were on the “Jamestown” expedition of 1607.

Armor, conquering, and “naming” lands already inhabited.  Racism.  Ethnocentrism.

Well… before I remove myself back to England, I stand for the issues already mentioned, and for Hillary:

Hillary, who was of two candidates for the presidency in 2016, the only presidential, appropriately acting one.

Hillary—who was robbed, not necessarily on election day!!! No.  BUT I AM HEREBY SICK OF THE SCARED PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO ADMIT THE TRUTH OF WHAT THE RUSSIAN HACK DID TO HILLARY CLINTON’S CAMPAIGN.

HOW ANY INTERFERENCE AFFECTS VOTES!!

Example:

I love Bernie Sanders.  He’s my guy.  Whoops!!  He lost to Hillary.  Wait, some say Bernie was robbed of the nomination.  Hmm…

Look at those Hillary emails LEAKED BY WIKILEAKS.  Hmm.

She’s being investigated by the FBI?

Wow, I think I’ll vote for Trump.

How can any objective person NOT THINK AN ELECTION RESULT IS AFFECTED BY INTERFERENCE?  FAKE NEWS?  ESPIONAGE?  LEAKED PERSONAL EMAILS?

Stop cowering, Hillary supporters.  Stop the shyness, reporters.  And stop the insanity, Republicans, before you become accessories to treason.

Let’s eye this for what it is:

The Democratic candidate for president in the 2016 election DID NOT GET A FAIR SHOT AT THE POSITION BECAUSE OF A RUSSIAN-LED HACK AND DISINFORMATION OPERATION.

The vote is moot, the vote should not count.

Say it. Say it again:

Hillary got robbed.

Of what possession?  The chance for a fair election.

Now, historically, we are not a fair nation—based on the sins aforementioned in this article.

The Clinton robbery is for me a fourth major sin.

Natives, Slavery Retribution, Truth for JFK, and may we now GIVE HILLARY THE SPOT SHE DESERVES.

I say to all parties involved, but specifically to Hillary/Obama-haters:

I feel your pain.  Those Democrats SPEND TOO DANG MUCH!!  They are too loose on immigration policy and on enforcing law!!!

I’ll help you, if you help us.  Let’s do better, spend less, pay our bills, and put an experienced, proper, presidential person in the White House.

Hate is a terrible paradigm for decision-making.  Discard it now, admit that hate blinded us to obvious moral questions regarding the suspect Republican candidate for president in 2016—the current usurper.

Clinton was such a strong candidate, and the prospect of Obama “Part Two” was so hard to even consider for opponents, so:

Republicans went with a shady strong man to bully his way to the once-respectable and most revered American leadership post.

Washington, Adams, Lincoln, FDR, JFK, Reagan, Bush… and now an apparent crook, who clearly benefited from Russian interference.

Don’t allow this.  Stand up, and let’s right our wrongs—even if it takes you, like me, toward removal from Native American land.

Belly of the Beast

18 Sunday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in CIA, Poetry

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We should have nothing to do
with conquest.
–Thomas Jefferson

America’s number one crime family
is CIA, the conquest instinct
alive and kicking as the Devil
rocks excited, kicking up dust manifest
towards suffocating destiny.

I love you, don’t get me wrong:

the sinner in me not far from
my steps, I was a drunk high on
alcoholic beverages, C2H5OH
ethyl not Lucy—flammable and
volatile, a first fuel for
rockets…

Down the hatch, no way to catch—
you had to ask God, Something big
and powerful in prayer.

(But it was so much easier to join
a gang. For me it was almost the
Pasadena Bloods, wearing red putting
hands up against the night. Red
clothes, red SUV—tinted and pretty.
Instant Family!!!)

That’s how the CIA does it as well,
Mafioso-like recruitment in your
lonely hour needing friends.

A “purpose…”

Even if that purpose is evil, it justifies
itself in group therapy and togetherness,
we’re all together in this mess!!!

Raise your glass to lack of tenderness;
it’s “National Security” that will veil
our silliness.

Grown men and women tip-toeing
around spreading lies, propaganda and
reasons foreign leaders must die, so
we can get paid “killing” them, even if
ideas and spirit never die.

The mob and gang mentality is similar
in our highest criminal courts, who
accept at times the misnamed
“cui bono” (who benefits) AS IF FROM
A MURDER OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
ANYONE, ANYTIME…

BENEFITS.

No one wins with murder. Murder is just
murder. A lost spirit. A lost potential.

A lost set of ideas and actions, that perhaps
you do not like now; they oppose you
or your plans to own, or financially gain
or win some short term prize.

But TO MURDER. To Murder a foreign
“leader,” a man or woman from man and
woman like you, a fellow trudger on this
earth, a brother or sister who played in
a sandbox like you did.

Maybe they lacked that opportunity.

We can love, seek to understand over
always being understood; we can open
up and learn another point of view.

Bend or break! The killer, conquering
instinct from Satan not God, no matter
what you call it, from a “business move”
to “national security.”

Evil is evil, killing killing, and killing is never
national or self-defense.

Disease of More

18 Sunday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in CIA, Mob, Native America, Poetry

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Oswald’s 6th and CIA Omerta
seem lesser concepts when compared
to native plight, the
White man coming, conquering
and killing in the night.

The mob our government has locked
inside, from Ivy League schools
or wherever nice but lonely
rich kids can be recruited to be
in a family of brotherhood and togetherness.

To gather around crime is tempting
and even easy.

We group together, then justify wrong
acts because our brothers are doing them too.

The mob speaks of omerta, taking
secrets to the grave, and the CIA
is of the same mold.

God bless us all to proud truth of
who and what we are;

No matter how sick, perverse or wrong—

There is always a way out and back
to love and goodness.

The gospels are there for us when
we ask, we receive.

Or the Tao Te Ching.

Or the native river, writings of thanks
written on the wind, the leaves
changing so why not us?

Give them their land back, and let’s go
back to ours.

Lost Gratitude

14 Wednesday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Native America, Poetry

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Love, Peace, Truth

This white man apologizes,
as I look East out over the plain
of regret.

Peace, once a birthright of an
indigenous soul… it dreamed
to always be, leader in a land
it felt blessed to soar in, Truth
was in the water that flowed clean
and crisp and clear—

Cold and refreshing to the touch.

White men came.

Why did they come?

What was wrong with the land God
had given them?

Did we lose our gratitude?

Gold, Riches. Indian Wisdom?

14 Wednesday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Native America, Poetry

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Kickapoo, Love, Peace

We sought many things.

The thing we should have taken back to England
was Indian Wisdom:

To love your land,
stay loyal to it, give to it,
and thank God for it every day.

“Have No gods Before Me,” God hollered
down to Moses and the people.

“Not even alcohol?” was proposed back
by a wide path called ignorance.

On “Ownership” of Land:

Some of our chiefs make the claim that the land
belongs to us. It is not what the Great Spirit told me.
He told me that the lands belong to Him, that no
people owns the land.
—Kanekuk, Kickapoo Prophet

Why Should Indians be First, Not Last?

This is their country, not ours.

“Aspire for Less”

More and more, every day.

“Be As Children”

More and more, every day.

“Growing Down”

Become more as a child,
and prepare for heaven.

White People Must Leave.

Follow me.

Stray Dogs, Helicopters and Trash

08 Thursday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Los Angeles, Native America, Poetry

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norwich-terrier

Stand down, army, stand down.

You are worse than the British over
the colonies years ago.

You are loud, helicopters—and I can think
of no benefits to you except for maybe
that kind that dowse forest
fires with water.

The modern American city is
a modern American blasphemy.

Then call the police station to complain
about their loud helicopters and hear
the voice of stupidity talking back,
trying to justify the violent, loud
way of life while bad budgets
have stray dogs pooping in our storm
drains.

God, we should have learned from the
Native American people, listened to them.

Respected them.

Enough to leave when we were no longer
welcome.

Back to our lands of origin.

The lands that God gave us; the ones
in which we buried our fathers and
mothers.

Concrete, metal and trash litter the ground
that used to connect us with Mother
Earth.

We have cut ourselves off from Love
itself, then wonder why the homeless
congregate in urine-filled gutters,
homeless dogs, too. This one from
England, this one from Australia—

Even the Dogs are lost in a country not
their own!!!

Disenchanted. Disillusioned, but so often
blissfully ignorant we immigrants squat on
Indian land.

We laugh the empty thrill of victory
that defeats ourselves with every cigarette
obtained, smoked and littered.

We laugh the high shrill shriek of killing
ourselves with alcohol and drugs,
because we know no better than we were
shown, and Dad hadn’t a clue.

“We are searching for a suspect in your
area.”

Officer: search for yourself, for YOU—not
they, are the Criminal making noise beyond
reason into the night over this supposed
City of Angels.

Be quiet, and change your life.

Find your roots, go there.

Indians: come back

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