Tuesday, May 8, 2012
ADS and YOU
Ads- do they have any power over you? Maybe there's a choice: how about simply getting what you like and considering what's the smartest, most sustainable and empowering for those involved with the process of the product. I find when I hear and ad that I have an anchor in this concept of knowing what's best. This is the power of knowledge. Then I lose the fear that I'll get persuaded by something greasy and unkind just for the sake of belonging via shopping choices. And that goes for green products as well, with much pleasure.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Glossary
The Glossary Words that Rad Likes
LEARNINGS
This semester Oct 2010
TheBody Spirit Mind
Tandy Beal came to school andtaught me about the standing invitation to dance.
One dance I’m invited to is the Voice.
H o N E S T Y
Rakel’s presence is making small
Dissatisgactions into big ones, the like organization
And cleaning issues, which relate to living life.
Learning to care about people.
Empowering, supporting, sharing
Perversion is uninvited access to people’s
Vital Energy, like through tubes of looking.
Attitude is a courage to peek out and peek in at the same time. It’s a ride into the infinite.
Generating mwans not caring what the opinion of you is; it means conviction, and homemaking.
Presence flows through people, through the tubes of their ears and hands and eyes, or it does not.
Gratitude is unlocked through the heart area, precisely when accepting people, with their sometimes frightening behaviors which coincides with accepting the fear that their imperfections are threatening your health.
Curiosity ensues when gratitude has flowered.
What is my weight against yours?
Because I’m serious, I am fighting below.
Genius breaks the ice., yet it understands the ice with compassion.
Showmanship, life’s gentle party-maker, I salute you.
A blessing, that’s another word for a salute.
Thinking serves the royalty in the sky and only then does it serve people on the earth.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Inspiration
Been inspired by people's stories, people's dives into the mystery, their own body mind and the nature of reality. Maybe I will create a forum for sharing the phenomenon of presence, of being present for non-presence, and for what we discover with our presence and the celebration and grieving and moving on that happens. IS this interesting to you and if so how do you think the forum would be successful, and how might it not be successful, and how would you like to consider contributing?
What makes a blogpost hot? Do you dare explore that, and see what comes to be? Could it be a poet or a fool?
Imagine a zephyr, a circle of freestying rappers humming to a beat, and now they pass the mic to you. What did you really want to say? That life was ugly today? That you felt ashamed, maybe distressed, but realized that warriors are only hard in order to lift their heads and hearts up into the delight of the moment? The story you are writing, will you share it in words here?
Me I'm in the thralls of it, feeling woozy, maybe hungry, maybe sick or tired. I want to forgive, crack myself open and look in with all my being. But that's a lot of words I use for something that seems so wordless; the present solitude in this room.
Hi world I've been serious, very intensely serious, and I see you, how are you?Make me laugh!!!
What makes a blogpost hot? Do you dare explore that, and see what comes to be? Could it be a poet or a fool?
Imagine a zephyr, a circle of freestying rappers humming to a beat, and now they pass the mic to you. What did you really want to say? That life was ugly today? That you felt ashamed, maybe distressed, but realized that warriors are only hard in order to lift their heads and hearts up into the delight of the moment? The story you are writing, will you share it in words here?
Me I'm in the thralls of it, feeling woozy, maybe hungry, maybe sick or tired. I want to forgive, crack myself open and look in with all my being. But that's a lot of words I use for something that seems so wordless; the present solitude in this room.
Hi world I've been serious, very intensely serious, and I see you, how are you?Make me laugh!!!
Monday, October 4, 2010
feel good make me you
I sat down at this computer, wondering what would make me feel good. I'm searching for that high again, to be swept into that sensation. So I though I'd try to tell a little story about someone I met today at the bus stop. I'll keep his name hidden, because the things he told me about are very revealing. I'm gonna call him Alejandro I've decided. Alejandro inspired me to shine through. He told me that he speaks several languages, Japanese, German, English and we conversed in lyrical mexico city Spanish. !?Que pedo guey?!
It turns out that we both have lived in Mexico City's Condesa neighborhood. He spoke about running down Montes de Oca, and Chapultepec. I've walked there plenty of times, and ran by there when I was selling sushi. Ale said he wrote a book when he was there called El Paniquiado - the panicked.
By now were on the slower bus on our way to Cabrillo College, each sitting on opposite sides of the bus, the aisle in between us, legs crossed, and awareness mingling. I was getting absorbed into the tale of this exmarines panicked time in DF. I said Panic? HE said yeah! I said yeah, I guess I had some moments of panic down there too. But where else had he lived down there? In the Reclusorio del Norte!!! That's a gigantic prison, which receives zero government funds said Ale. "It's the worlds most expensive hotel", he said.
Hotel?? He began describing to me about the culture of the place, how it was necesary to make money in there in order to pay for a cot to sleep on.
He told me he needed to get someincome, nothavingthe support of his family back home (heneversaidthatheeven hadany family back home) and so he went up to the"Mero mero" which is the head prisoner there, like the guy in charge of the affairs of the people, who goes by the name of "El mama." He said to the mama man that he wanted his permission to sell some pot in there, but that he told, "pot, no no, everyone's already selling that. You ought to sell some thing we can eat." and so Alejandro got themoney together and bought a grill and loadedup some meat and opened his own little place, calling it "Hungry Jose's, Tortas y mas." And within a short time he was pulling in a hundred to two hundred dollars a day, dealing sanwdiches and deli products.
The mama liked it, and he became very friendly with him. Actually, said Ale, mostpeople in there were very friendly. They called him their Jordan, tall and mulato as he is. Or they called him Alice Cooper.
I asked him if it was ever scary to be in there and he said sure. A lot of folks in there are like soldiers, carry big swords with them inside their pants. THe prison is basically self-organized. The more money you have the better off you are. The mero meros hadtheir own apartments, they drank beer, snorted coke, orderedfood from restaurants and played billiards with each other. "It was life like usual for them."
He said every other day they would let in all the prisoners in the 10,000 person femaleprison accrossthestreet. Itwasastreetfair - vendors, jewlers, mariachis.
Eventuallythe cat got out and made it into a jail in the uniteds tates - "far worse" he said
"There, if you owed someone a rock or money and didn't get it to them in a couple of weeks they'd kill you."
And we commented on the differences in lifestyle, how USA is more collective and Mexico more tribal, and that the thing that's better over here is that you can trust in the government more, there is more stability on the outside.
Viva la cultura!
It turns out that we both have lived in Mexico City's Condesa neighborhood. He spoke about running down Montes de Oca, and Chapultepec. I've walked there plenty of times, and ran by there when I was selling sushi. Ale said he wrote a book when he was there called El Paniquiado - the panicked.
By now were on the slower bus on our way to Cabrillo College, each sitting on opposite sides of the bus, the aisle in between us, legs crossed, and awareness mingling. I was getting absorbed into the tale of this exmarines panicked time in DF. I said Panic? HE said yeah! I said yeah, I guess I had some moments of panic down there too. But where else had he lived down there? In the Reclusorio del Norte!!! That's a gigantic prison, which receives zero government funds said Ale. "It's the worlds most expensive hotel", he said.
Hotel?? He began describing to me about the culture of the place, how it was necesary to make money in there in order to pay for a cot to sleep on.
He told me he needed to get someincome, nothavingthe support of his family back home (heneversaidthatheeven hadany family back home) and so he went up to the"Mero mero" which is the head prisoner there, like the guy in charge of the affairs of the people, who goes by the name of "El mama." He said to the mama man that he wanted his permission to sell some pot in there, but that he told, "pot, no no, everyone's already selling that. You ought to sell some thing we can eat." and so Alejandro got themoney together and bought a grill and loadedup some meat and opened his own little place, calling it "Hungry Jose's, Tortas y mas." And within a short time he was pulling in a hundred to two hundred dollars a day, dealing sanwdiches and deli products.
The mama liked it, and he became very friendly with him. Actually, said Ale, mostpeople in there were very friendly. They called him their Jordan, tall and mulato as he is. Or they called him Alice Cooper.
I asked him if it was ever scary to be in there and he said sure. A lot of folks in there are like soldiers, carry big swords with them inside their pants. THe prison is basically self-organized. The more money you have the better off you are. The mero meros hadtheir own apartments, they drank beer, snorted coke, orderedfood from restaurants and played billiards with each other. "It was life like usual for them."
He said every other day they would let in all the prisoners in the 10,000 person femaleprison accrossthestreet. Itwasastreetfair - vendors, jewlers, mariachis.
Eventuallythe cat got out and made it into a jail in the uniteds tates - "far worse" he said
"There, if you owed someone a rock or money and didn't get it to them in a couple of weeks they'd kill you."
And we commented on the differences in lifestyle, how USA is more collective and Mexico more tribal, and that the thing that's better over here is that you can trust in the government more, there is more stability on the outside.
Viva la cultura!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Welcome to my Earth Fan Page
Here I can talk about my admiration for the Earth- the mother. I've had a vision that she is like a giant woman, like the kind you see in new age art. I've felt held by her. I notice sometimes when I trace back my biological evolution logically that I grew from her. I say "her" because the difference between her and it is a matter a person verson a non-person. Earth is a celestial person as I see it.
The Roman's named the month of June in honor of the Goddess Juno, the matriarch and the one that monitors affrairs and protects women. I sometimes experience Earth as a nurturer. She gives us materials to build houses with and food to eat, and when I feel that I need something to give me strength I can look to her I'm certain because she loves me and I think that she wants me to grow. I do hug trees on ocasion, but one thing I do more often is to gaze at nature and be persistent in seeing through to her wonder and complexity. I might not always feel reverence and respect for the forest but I do see that trees are large and living and I want to be in comunion with them even when I am cut off with my perception.
A mother is someone that I remember as puring out love to me. "Here my son, my darling son, my son, my darling, darling son."
She soothes me, takes my grief away. She says it's ok to breathe in, to take, to consume her. She gives of herself. She's my huge mother and I love her.
The Roman's named the month of June in honor of the Goddess Juno, the matriarch and the one that monitors affrairs and protects women. I sometimes experience Earth as a nurturer. She gives us materials to build houses with and food to eat, and when I feel that I need something to give me strength I can look to her I'm certain because she loves me and I think that she wants me to grow. I do hug trees on ocasion, but one thing I do more often is to gaze at nature and be persistent in seeing through to her wonder and complexity. I might not always feel reverence and respect for the forest but I do see that trees are large and living and I want to be in comunion with them even when I am cut off with my perception.
A mother is someone that I remember as puring out love to me. "Here my son, my darling son, my son, my darling, darling son."
She soothes me, takes my grief away. She says it's ok to breathe in, to take, to consume her. She gives of herself. She's my huge mother and I love her.
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