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Infant Circumcision is Child Abuse

09 Wednesday Sep 2020

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-by Bill Watkins 9/9/2020

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I was reading Jay J. Jackson’s new book, Circumcision Scar (Hookona Books 2020), and it occurred to me I related to the author in ways I wish I did not.  In Chapter Two, Jay discusses his “Circumcision Awakening” at age twenty, when with his first intimate partner he realized what had happened to him against his will as a baby…

“My boyfriend said that he’d run into this issue before…”

They were talking about Jay’s apparent erectile dysfunction, coming to the fore at the same time he was learning for once the reason his penis was different than his uncircumcised father’s and his uncircumcised boyfriend’s.  That boyfriend attributed Jay’s “inability to perform” to “having no foreskin,”  then went on to explain, according to Jay, that his “glans [penis head] had been desensitized over time through the day to day friction it was exposed to…”

All of which ringing a sad, loud bell within myself as a victim and survivor of unconsenting genital mutilation when I was a baby.  I was reminded of a girlfriend telling me once that I was the first circumcised man she had been with, and also that I was the first man she had made love to who didn’t hold an erection for the entirety of love-making from first arousal to orgasm.

Like Jay I was an athlete growing up and exposed to much movement and friction “down there.”  And unfortunately, like Jay, I had trouble with sex, love, and found my way into a dark, unmanageable depression including prevalent suicidal thoughts—and eventually two drug overdoses.  Throw in drinking alcohol on Dad’s lap young, then with friends by twelve years old, blacking out on the substance by thirteen, and you have a good picture. 

The start of recovery at Betty Ford Center, four years of Al-Anon twelve step work, then admission of my alcoholism and my last conscious drink of that substance on March 6th, 2002—and you have a better picture.  Recovery didn’t give me instant success at love, and I was a virgin until thirty-three years of age, seven shy of that Steve Carell comedy on the subject!  A total mess, for me starting with the first abuse:

The violent removal of a body part obviously and firmly attached to my penis, obviously and firmly for a reason—whether you lean toward Darwin or God’s evolution of our species.  The penis foreskin isn’t falling off, barely there, or needing detachment from Mom like the umbilical chord.  It’s there to protect, lubricate, cover and help the penis do its job over our lifespans, praise God (or Darwin) for the miracle of our natural advantages!

But not for me.  Not for Jay.  Not for about forty percent of the world’s men, according to the National Center for Biotechnology (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4772313/).  Who or what is leading this mass, bloody exodus of protective penis skin?  Jews?  Muslims?  Christian doctors with Jewish/Old Testament bible sympathies?  Confusion itself?  The Devil?  I’m laughing now, which is better than crying in my girlfriend’s lap.  The world’s women might wonder why their man can’t keep it hard for them…

The world’s women and inquiring men too, might wonder:  Why is Viagra so popular?  Why all the surging erectile dysfunction and medication to supposedly handle the issue?  Well, I’m for logic and for simplest solutions…  Perhaps it’s time to point out the very obvious problem rolled up at the end of our noses, in front of all our often shy faces:  God or Evolution put a protective covering over the sensitive tip of male genitalia – with the female stuff our great baby-maker, and even a really fun time if used properly!

Maybe we should leave the foreskin where it is until a boy becomes a man of consenting age.  If that young man wants to join a religion and carving off part of the penis is part of the joining—so be it.  Until then, join me in denouncing unconsenting genital mutilation as a human rights violation.  Join me in questioning an ancient but questionable practice that has circumcised men with the courage to speak speaking.  Regretting.  Hoping for change, if not for us, for the next generation!

(Circumcision and Erectile Dysfunction Survey: https://es.surveymonkey.com/r/353NNX9)

La cura es la fe

13 Thursday Aug 2020

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-por Bill Watkins 12/8/2020

Cree en el cuerpo que Dios te dio.  ¡Está totalmente equipado con extras!  Un sistema inmunológico asombroso, un cerebro para que puedas pensar por ti mismo lo que funciona para tu camino particular en la vida… Tu propio camino personal hacia la salud, la alegría, el amor, ¡algunos incluso todavía hablan del Cielo!  Llámalo paz mental, vida eterna, 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 tiene teorías vendidas como “hechos”, que Dios no nos hizo ni a nosotros ni a este mundo lo suficientemente bien, por lo que debemos ponerle un cubrebocas.  Bazofia.  ¿Alguna vez, lector, se ha enfermado de verdad mientras su vida estaba en perfecto equilibrio?  ¿Ejercicio, vida al aire libre, una buena dieta, una combinación de amor, juego, trabajo—dormir bien?  Por supuesto que no.  La medicina occidental (los médicos) le hará creer durante su Virus Pánico de 2020 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 sistemas inmunológicos dados por Dios no son lo suficientemente buenos!

Bazofia.  Estiércol de caballo.  Falso… ¡No lo compre!  La medicina occidental ha estado vendiendo su aceite de serpiente durante cientos de años, subiendo por la falda del cuerpo humano 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.  ¿Y para ti?  Sabes lo que funciona para tu salud porque vives contigo.  ¿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 falsa de la medicina occidental y sus médicos sobrepagados y no 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 de establecer miedos y enfermedades, y luego presentarse como la gran cura… “¿Será esto en efectivo o crédito, Billy?” Bazofia.  Y peligroso… El miedo es el virus más peligroso del 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.  Deja las ciudades que Roma arrojó tan violentamente a través de Europa, y que Colón, los españoles y los ingleses forzaron en Turtle Island, Aztlán y otras partes de una 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 mejorado y lo han estado 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 trajera un cubrebocas en la cara.

The Cure is Faith

12 Wednesday Aug 2020

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-by Bill Watkins 8/12/2020

Believe in the body God gave you.  It is fully equipped with extras!  An amazing immune system, a brain so you can think for yourself what works for your particular path in life… Your own personal path to health, to joy, to love—some even still talk of Heaven!  Call it peace of mind, eternal life, having Faith in more than just your physical body, doing good things and thinking of others before yourself.

Western medicine has theories sold as “fact,” that God did not make us nor this world well enough, so we need to put a mask over it.  Hogwash.  Have you, reader, ever gotten truly sick while your life was in perfect balance?  Exercise, open air living, a good diet, a mix of loving, playing, working—sleeping well?  Of course you haven’t.  Western medicine (doctors) will have you believe during their Virus Panic of 2020 that we should be scared of each other!  We should stay away from each other… We shouldn’t trust the air, it’s bad… Our God-given bodies and immune systems not good enough!

Hogwash.  Horse manure.  Untrue… Don’t buy it!  Western medicine has been selling their snake oil for hundreds of years, going up the skirt of the human body for all of life’s answers. For them and believers in them, the physical is all, the body the key to long life, but I think they define “life” and in fact “health” differently than me.  What about you?  You know what works for your health because you live with you.  How is a doctor or a government going to know more about my health than me?

We have lived through a bad history of “conquest” (land theft), crime justified by a Bible, and in that environment of forced Civilization enters the false science of Western medicine and its overpaid, over-trusted doctors.  What was their once-grand solution to fevers and bad physical health?  Blood-letting!  What’s still their number one activity in offices across the West?  Blood-drawing!  “Yes, little Billy, let’s see what’s wrong with you. Once we find what’s wrong, we’ll prescribe you lots of healthy drugs!”

Drugs and blood-drawing.  Hogwash.  Overpaid doctors with diplomas granted by other doctors, a community of establishing fears and illnesses, then presenting themselves as the great cure… “Will this be cash or credit, Billy?”  Hogwash.  And dangerous…  Fear is the most dangerous virus in the world today, the largest religion claiming to have a cure for it being Western Medicine.

Allow me, please, to present another one—older, wiser and better:

Faith.  Faith in God.  Faith in a Higher Power, call it what you will.  Faith in Creation, in the sweet air of the country, away from the cities of doctors, hospitals and large bills… Faith in ourselves.  In this amazing body we were born with, in your own health when you make good decisions and live in a balanced fashion.  Leave the cities Rome pitched so violently across Europe, and that Columbus, the Spanish and English forced on Turtle Island, Aztlan, and other parts of formerly beautiful, peaceful land called “America” by egocentric, violent, ethnocentric Europeans.

Reject the Conquest.  Reject the armed theft.  Reject forced civilization, its noise and fake cures!  Keep blood inside your body, say no to Western medicine’s bloodletting and drugs, find your own definition for health and life—a more expansive one that is dreamt of in doctors’ philosophy.  Say no to the Kool-Aide, they’ve spiked it and have been for years!  Water beats beer, a walk in nature beats a doctor visit, and faith in God is the cure you’ve been hoping a mask over your face would bring.

Cubrebocas y Otras Locuras

06 Thursday Aug 2020

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por Bill Watkins, visitante en México 6/8/2020

El Corona virus y la cura ofrecida por la medicina occidental son de Europa, no México.  Este pánico que infecta a mucha gente y parece todo el gobierno mexicano no viene de las montañas, ranchos y bonito campo de esta tierra—

sino de Europa.

Pánico, miedo… miedo a la gente, miedo de un virus… también no viene de un poder superior como “Dios,” o de la fe en tal poder.  El pánico de medicina occidental en que vivimos en este momento viene de un poder bajo pero poderoso, el mismo que tenta a muchos de tomar drogas, alcohol, o al usar armas letales, explosivos—aun fuegos artificiales que asustan y contaminan a la naturaleza, ofendiendo al Dios de la biblia, su Hijo el príncipe de paz.

El mismo “poder bajo” que tenta la gente a olvidar sus raíces, lenguajes indígenas—a tirar basura en la calle, a no cuidar ni honrar la tierra tan sagrada antes.  ¡La tierra!  ¡¡La primera Madre de todos seres humanos!!

Y en esta tierra tan olvidada y abusada, entra un “virus…”  Cada año hay virus.  Cada año gente vulnerable se muere de influenza.  Cada año gente se muere de enfermedad de corazón, alcoholismo, obesidad, y naturalmente de edad.  Pero… ¿qué es la muerte?  Gente con fe en Dios y una vida futura no cree en la muerte.

Cuando médicos, políticos y reporteros reportan de “muertes” relatado a Covid-19 virus, hablan mucho de si mismos… Que no creen en Dios ni en la vida eterna.  Que es totalmente su derecho, a creer lo que cree… Pero nadie tiene el derecho a empujar otra gente a creer algo que no cree, como que tener miedo de otra gente es saludable, llevando cubrebocas es sano.

Doctores no son dioses.  La historia de medicina occidental manchado con locura y mal, el concepto de quitar sangre de nuestros cuerpos como remedio todavía plagando su “filosofía.”  Hay doctores que andan malos, enfermos, adictos a drogas, alcohólicos—ellos vulnerable a todo bien y mal como tu, el lector ordinario.

Tienen doctores una teoría muy popular con políticos, que tu vas a agarrar un virus si no llevas cubrebocas.  Si no tienes miedo de otra gente, mantener “sana distancia” (una filosofía directamente al contrario del mensaje de, por ejemplo, la enseñanza de Jesús de Nazareth).  En esta época, no escucho a doctores hablando de nuestro increíble sistema inmunitario.

Y el gobierno no acepta otro concepto para la salud, aunque nunca define que exactamente es salud.  Yo repito, no he visto una sola definición de LA SALUD de ningún político ni de doctores.  Parece que doctores de medicina occidental están a cargo del gobierno ahora, aquí en México, allá en un EEUU invalido.

Por todo el mundo, parece que la medicina occidental esta a cargo de gobiernos, en hecho ser la religión mas poderosa del mundo.  Antes fue la iglesia católica, pero dónde esta el papa y ellos sobre Covid-19?  Están escondiendo como ratones, aceptando que médicos están a cargo de todo.  Médicos… que creen en quitando sangre como cura, usando drogas experimentales como dulces del cielo.

Médicos.  Con sus diplomas tan ricos obtenidos por otros humanos falibles… Médicos… ¿Falsos dioses del día?  Tal vez.  Yo no asisto a ellos, mi doctor nombrado Dios.  Yo vivo en el campo de Guanajuato, lleno con paz, salud y aire fresco a pesar de mis dias en San Miguel, agarrando cosas de la tienda, dinero de mi banco, y pánico del gobierno, que cree mas en médicos y miedo que el México verdadero debajo de concreto y pavimento.

El México que esta en sus lenguajes indígenas.  El México que anda sin armas, sin basura tirada, sin maldichos, sin alcoholismo ni médicos modernos con su lenguaje tan impresionante… y falso.  Crean temores en la gente, y lo presentan como la cura.  El juego de médicos por muchos años… Y ustedes ahora leyendo esta obra humilde de un ingles caído, descendiente de ladrones de tierra y alcohólicos de Europa:

¿Estas comprando las mentiras?

It’s Not the Virus That Kills

31 Friday Jul 2020

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-by Bill Watkins 7/31/2020

Death stats are reported by folks who believe deeply in death.  Physical death.  That’s it, we’re done, the physical is all…  But isn’t there another way to live and see life, death and health?  The spiritual way, one under-represented right now in governments world-wide?

Back when I still believed in the invalid United States of America, I wrote an article entitled “What is Health?” which included Twitter poll results from users, who shared their definitions:

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 with out 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.”

And… how about Google?

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

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A lot of different perspectives, so why do governments think they can represent us all on this issue?  They stay away from mixing the state with religion, but aren’t they coming across many of our personal, even religious beliefs by putting their hands into such a controversial bowl of heaven keys?

“Peace of mind” is a short version of my definition for health, as it was for one of my Twitter poll participants—something that has little to do with Western medicine’s extracting blood, focusing on the physical, administering drugs.  Core to the Western medical business is core to religion: giving folks peace of mind, that they will heal from hardship.  Religion goes on to speak of heaven, doctors stop at peace…  Maybe those two words and concepts are in some ways interchangeable.

But in neither heaven nor earth will it ever be right to decide someone else’s health path, if that someone is an adult of sound mind.  Who should decide mental soundness?  I’d say, based on my Twitter poll and personal conviction, more people should be involved in health decisions, from different fields of study, and different beliefs.  There is more to heaven, earth, and health than is cooked up in Western medicine’s cake, and it’s time governments recognize that, call out doctors for the fallible people they are.  They have fancy degrees, I concede the hard work that goes into them, but who can say something divine or perfect grants them?

To me health is a peace of mind, knowing I did my best to be the best person I’m capable of becoming—a spiritual concept, borrowed shamelessly from the late, great John Wooden.  “Death” to this humble citizen of Mexico, the invalid United States and someday England: doesn’t exist, if with faith in God you lived a good life.  “No good thing ever dies,” mused Stephen King once upon a time, and I agree.  So why all the talk of “Covid deaths?”  Did those souls not live?  Why not talk about their life?  Where is the gratitude for the air we breathe, for the lives we get to live, for our amazing immune systems?  If this was our last day to live on earth, what would you do with it?  Panic?  Complain about death?  Whine about a virus?

Not me.  The above set of questions reminds me of my old life, one in which I was spiritually dead, playing sports and drinking alcohol instead of loving my parents, life, a woman, and being an honest, honorable person.  There are worse things than physical death…  Among them, a life in fear, and as such out of love—if you adhere to St. Paul’s ideal.  So love life!  Live today!!  Say thanks to what you say thanks to, because tomorrow is a big question mark, salvation for me in peace of mind, something I’ll never get wearing a mask or fearing my fellow man for any reason whatsoever.

Fear is the killer, folks, FDR echoed here…  Fear is the virus.  Inoculate yourself against it by living great days in faith, in love and free of alcohol or drugs…  Thanks for your attention, an open mind following truth as a key to serenity, willingness putting us on the road, proper relations with our fellows and the earth a guarantee for eternal life.  Never death

My Bout with Covid-19

11 Monday May 2020

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by Bill Watkins 5/11/2020

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I picked up a weird virus a couple months ago.  Something I had never felt before, a dramatic ache starting in the supermarket one day, then a strong three week fever.  No cold symptoms, just the fever and a horrible headache, which seemed an exaggeration of the one I had before picking up the virus.

I get sick when I’m off-balanced in life, in this case I had been writing too much, eight days in a row without a break.  When I write a lot, I rest a lot.  If I rest too much, including the use of ice packs to my neck, I will develop a headache from too much pillow contact… That’s how I came into the supermarket that day, and I picked up an ugly bug.

I blame no one.  Not the little girl I met on the bus to town, whose mom said she had diarrhea and was heading to the doctor’s.  Not the people I greeted at the market, or anyone else on my bus… This was the beginning of the Covid-19 panic, and all the market employees were wearing masks, making me think I was searching for produce in a hospital emergency room.

There was fear of illness, my own headache and being off-balance, and there you go… I got the evil thing that was out there.  Was it Covid-19?  I’ll never know, because I don’t go to doctors or believe in Western medicine.  I’m sober eighteen years, live in the mountains, know what is healthy for me and do it (most of the time).  Doctors’ offices are overcrowded, over-air-conditioned and over-priced.  No thanks.  I fail to see the health there.

Drawing blood out of my body, where I always thought it would do the most good; giving me experimental drugs at a hint of depression; selling experimental science as if it were factual; compromising itself with politics, getting rich and those viper insurance companies hiking up already exorbitant prices!  No thanks.  I prefer the country, my faith in God, dabble in Christian Science—using the bible and prayer for a positive attitude and health.

But I did get sick!  I get sick about every other year… I admit, this one was wild, stayed with me for a couple months off and on, just that fever ickiness washing over me every once in a while… Sickness!  I got it because I was off-balanced and my immune system was down from its normal strength.  Did I get it because someone “infected me?” Did I get it because I wasn’t wearing a mask?  Did I get it because I was not practicing the blatantly un-Christian concept of “social distancing?”  No.  No.  No.  I reject all of those theories posing as facts for governments to use in their irresponsible, un-Christian, anti-spiritual, pro-Western medicine, shady legislating. Why shady?  The U.S. Government (nor any other I know) has never even defined the word “health…” That’s a big deal when bills try to address “health”-care!

I like good science.  X-rays are cool, for instance… Facts!  I’m saddened by the Covid-19 Panic of 2020 for two reasons: 1. It’s bad spirituality on display and 2. it’s bad science as well.  Yelling out a virus’ name, being scared of it, obsessing about it creates a false god.  Religions which have cowered from the virus should be ashamed, re-read the Ten Commandments in the bible, and “Have no gods” before the One God!  Yell out God’s name!  Fear that!!  Center thoughts on God, love and Faith, then…. “Where the heck did that silly virus go?”  It goes away, like every other flu that’s ever hit a flu season!!

That’s what my strange virus did over time, like any other sickness I’ve ever felt.  It went away… It was a hard struggle, horrible headaches, fever, aches, losing pizazz and my passion for life, not being able to write more than a couple paragraphs in three weeks!  Bummers galore!  I even cursed God out, I have to admit, more than once!  Mostly because in the middle of my sickness the locals where I live in Mexico set off fireworks a stone’s throw from my house, the week of Saint Joseph, littering our peace with bombs.  Went right to my temple, throbbing, shooting pain to go with the chest pain and twitches I always get around those stupid things.

Then the mosquitoes came… Just when I’m getting some sleep to bash that virus out, the buzz at my ear, and I’d have to hunt down the buggers for an hour!  Calamity! Injustice!  Why’d you make this horrible crap, God!?!?  I was ticked.  And sick… Near suicidal, flashing thoughts of self-harm… But… little by little… I apologized to God, that saint’s week of dumb fireworks passed, the mosquitoes gave me a break.

In 12-Step groups, I used to hear the expression, “God never gives us more than we can handle.”  I think there’s something there.  I was brought to the brink, but I had enough faith, positive thinking through my Christian Science training, and patience to gut it out and win.

Faith and Fear Amid Covid Panic

04 Monday May 2020

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Talk health.  The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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You ever lean back and track your thoughts?  Decide if they are positive or negative… Helpful or harmful?

A new strain of flu comes from a foreign land, so what do the masses do?  They do what masses do…  Panic.  What did the Catholic Church do?  Here where I live in Mexico and I think worldwide, they did to mass what masses do… they listened to a bunch of men preach, evicted God and headed for their masks and homes!

“Fear people, stay inside, stay away…” If someone was to track orders from the U.S. and other governments around this Covid virus panic, you’d have to say they were sort of negative. Certainly anti-Christian!  The answer to the question, “What would Jesus do?” or even Mother Teresa is in obvious contrast to what public officials are doing, panicking at the direction of Western medicine.

Western medicine is the world’s number one religion, I’m finally admitting, a weird thought but true in light of who’s calling the shots for government action in crisis.  So far, there’s a playful tone to this, but are you ready for a serious one?  I hope so… Here it is: God is waiting to be our guide again, Higher Power—call it what you want. The Native Americans called it the Great Spirit, something one can connect with in nature.

But the American government killed and removed Native Americans so they could build the “greatest democracy on earth.”  Concrete, asphalt and monuments to ourselves amidst the trash and noise of helicopters, littered cigarette butts and beer cans.  Covid-19 is a false god pitched by over-paid medical experts, keeping their money rolling in as the world’s economy stays at home afraid…

There’s a wonderful answer and cure to Fear, developed over many years of human existence.  It’s called Faith.  Say it with a smile, then find within you the First People spirit, that inner Druid, that innocent child in love with Creation, breathing in air freely and joyfully without a mask.  Faith… that I can move a mountain, sing in that musical, write that book, dance that dance to celebrate in the way God as I understand God wants me to celebrate!

But fear established the United States, ran from England to steal this land before Spain grabbed it, brought those guns to scare the natives, cannons to blow them and nature up with deer and peace killing blasts.  We could stop and apologize. Start listening to nature, God and the Native American Great Spirit, smile and be happy one day at a time… Stay home if sick, but if well be merry and thank the Creator for another day by loving it with all your heart, inside or out of the home!

We could decide to stop listening to fear and negativity, that people are going to infect us, start again having faith that they’re more likely to bless us… Band together, re-discover that love and faith destroys Death.  Love and faith are eternal, so let’s call out the News for lying to us about Covid deaths.  STOP WHINING AND COWERING, WORLD!!!

Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.

The Poem Not Written

16 Saturday Nov 2019

Posted by in Humor, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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I had plenty to say about
British invaders “using
natives kindly” and coveting
their land before stealing
it amidst the chaos of
mutiny, rebellion, starvation,
and forced coups in a land
natives called Wingandacoa
but the British vainly called
“Virginia” after their queen.

I had even more to say about
living at LAX airport in a city
most call Los Angeles, but I
prefer the native name,
Otsungna, signifying “place
of the roses;” I lived there,
trying to raise 600 bucks to
catch a plane for London
because Sigi Schmid, the
L.A. Galaxy soccer coach,
never called me to give me
a tryout in 1999.  Instead of
being depressed about that,
I rode my bike to the airport
from Pasadena (Chippewa:
“crown of the valley”), parked
the bike, lost the bike for
twenty-four hours, figured it
was stolen, then it reappeared
magically where I had left it
at the front door to the international
terminal, un-scratched and
unscathed.  So I sold the bike to
a redcap for 250 dollars,
which is how much I needed
to buy my ticket finally,
after camping out at the airport
three days.

I would have written something
about living in psych wards, when
filled with self-doubt and un-
checked alcoholism—how I
literally checked myself in
once at an emergency room in
Pasadena with symptoms
of “Self-Doubt.”  That helped me
to realize that was crazy, and
I slowly began to believe not
that I was crazy, but that I was
alcoholic, and that if I just
refrained from drinking alcohol
or using drugs one day at a time,
all would be fine!  Even if I just
watched TV or a movie, made
that my whole day, it was okay,
and better than doing something
bad like putting mind-altering
substances in my body.

I would surely have tackled
Western Medicine, and how sick
it is.  I frankly think it has serious
health problems, along with
the insurance game littering
its offices, halls and examination
rooms—perhaps why they’re often
too cold with air conditioning that
makes you sicker than before
you left home.  The sicker you
are the better deal health
insurance is for you, so good
luck with that; the healthier
you are, you lose and the health
insurance companies win that
round, so what’s it going to be?
Remember War Games from 1983?
“The only winning move is not
to play…”  From that year I also
remember “Owner of a Lonely
Heart,” Octopussy, Never Say
Never Again—two Bond movies
in one year!  English Beat’s last
year together, Chevy Chase
in Vacation, Harold Ramis
directing the John Hughes script.
I had thirteen dollars to my
name that year and felt rich…

Last, I was going to write
something on an impromptu
date at the post office.  I ran
into Mrs. Right, I’m sure of it,
so why was she hollering outside
the name of some dude, sure
to be a husband or boyfriend?
Could it have been a friend or
brother, and I still have a chance?
No matter what, it was rather
an enchanted meeting, and
I hope to see her again.  Does
that mean if her other guy
sees this poem, he’ll come
after me, email me, threaten
me with violence, if I
don’t stay away from his girl?
It’s happened to me before,
because I try to be true to
my own feelings and let women
decide what they want to do,
and sometimes someone will
let you make moves on them
because they’re bored or
not thrilled with their current
guy, but there is a danger of
ticking someone off, so I’ve
resolved to at the sound of
“I have a boyfriend” staying
generally the heck away,
hoping for romance when the
coast is clear.

I would have written all that!