March 14, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is.16

This special reflection is inspired by the 58th annual UN Commission on the Status of Women (CSW). The umbrella topic of this years CSW was to summarize the effectiveness of the MDGs or Millennium Development Goals that were created in 2000. If that doesn’t mean much to you, don’t worry it didn’t mean much to me, until I started preparing myself to attend this phenomenal event.

As a member of the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF) and a developing Woman of Peace, I know that as we seek to grow and develop our communities, localities, regions, nations and world, the only way we will develop true Freedom, Liberty and Justice is through disarmament and new cultures of discussion, debate, mediation and cooperation.

Here’s a reflection:

Millennium Development Goals

            And why the arms trade is dismantling them all….

1.    Eradicate extreme poverty and hunger.

Guns made by the multi-national high-tech industry defy borders and become imported tools of violence to flood the rest of the world. Their purpose is to divide inherent communities from their right to the inherited security of the lands, work and wealth grown through cultural creativity.

2.    Achieve universal primary education.

So much money spent by corporations and governments upon the tools of armament rather than the simple tools to enhance intelligence. Critical thought processes manipulated by propaganda spreading ignorance and fear rather than promoting the ability for children to learn and enjoy the discovery of the gifts that persevere.

3.    Promote gender equality and empower women.

Weapons of pain, violence and destruction are a-gendered tools that defy both feminine and masculine empowerment. Held in the hands of unhealthy men and by their will condemn global communities of women from gaining equal space and being heard in the socio-political and economic realms. Woman, her very body taken to be made over by man into a weapon of war that dismantles her integral strength and ability to be the stable hearth at the center of her family.

4.    Reduce child mortality.

Whether by military, paramilitary, militia, guerilla, solitary psychopath, stranger or family member- Women and children are forced to bear the blows of and many never recover from outbursts of violence that happen along sectarian lines or within their own homes. Children around the world are directly caught in the crossfire or directly face the repercussions imposed by sanctions that restrict the flow of food, water and medicine. Forced to orphans or refugees, many grow up weak without the support of vital community.

5.    Improve maternal health.

Emotional well-being, complete nutrition, and access to health care are three pillars that give a mother best chance of giving birth to a healthy child. All three are easily shattered by the stress of fear and violence of community and national instability. Insecurity perpetuated by the diseased masculine narrative that maintains its skewed perspective that weapons are needed to bring peace when it is easy to see that their presence only denies our ability to resolve conflicts peacefully.

6.    Combat HIV/AIDS, Malaria and other diseases.

Where armaments control populations the dissemination of critical information and medicine that enlighten, help prevent sickness, and cure suffering becomes severely limited by perceptions narrowly formed and forced upon; as well as causing the instability that shuts down the causeways of our distributive means.

7.    Ensure environmental sustainability.

There’s a great difficulty in maintaining sustainability of our environments when guns are sold to both lines of sectarian violence by elite manipulation that leads to power driven agreements, inevitably leasing lands to multi-national corporations that have no allegiance to communities other-than the profit-driven interest of their board of trustees.

  1. 8.    Global partnership for development.

Above all, the obscene amount of money being funneled into research, development, manufacture and sale of ammunitions and armaments is money directly being kept from funding grassroots movements that build stability, security and a precedent for the kinds of development that feed the visionaries dreaming of being part of a new age of enlightenment.

Where Peace Agreements include the insights of Women;

Where gender and sexual violence is sad tales of the past;

Where environmental sustainability includes human culture and biological diversity;

Where all people have safe space to give voice to the vantage point they’ve taken on;

Thereby fleshing out a whole conscious perception of where the human family is coming from

And the dreams we seek to form.

January 31, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is. 11

Free vs. Fair Trade Participate or Perish

Free vs. Fair Trade
Participate or Perish

TransPacific to TransAtlantic

FreeTrade creates the barrier to making information transparent

How many corporations will it take

To decide this global fate

How many doors to close in a curious face

Cut off the ability for honest people to partake

In legislating the reality of our everyday

What has free trade done but increased a CEO’s wage

While in Mexico alone 2 million farmers it displaced

And here in the US how many manufacturing jobs migrated away?

Decent paying union benefits by fast food employment was replaced

We need jobs that don’t pillage, pollute, or mean servitude

To the ideals of Transnational interests pumping our veins full of crude

Noxious inebriation on these chemical fumes

They will add to any recipe for us to consume

With this latest secret ploy

They will make a corporate pact as solid as titanium alloy

Just another Free trade deal, Ha! Let’s not be coy

Our lives and the life blood of the future is not some little toy

This new scheme seeks to destroy

A nation’s, and thereby a citizen’s sovereignty

To boycott a product —or toxic chemical or process would be beyond its ability

Lest it face judgment in a tribunal court that will only waste taxpayer money

To argue against projected profits, like a corporate claim to deserved annuity?!

Sounds a lot like corporate welfare if you ask me

This has got to be the twilight zone, this shit is obscene

Did I die and awake in Psychopaths dream

Where freedom means shut up and buy what we tell you you need?

 

The best gift from NAFTA is the formation of its parallel: FairTrade

As we make our way into a whole new age

It’s time to insist we turn this page

And make Equal Exchange

Our route to real change

Where citizens of any national claim

Can afford the cost of life and earn a living in a dignified way

Without perpetuating the violence that seeks to lay waste

To our creative dreams we need to revive them today!

January 24, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.10

Excerpt from Empty Harvest: Understanding the Link between Our Food, Our Immunity and Our Planet by Dr. Bernard Jensen and Mark Anderson, copyright 1990 by Bernard Jensen.

From the chapter on Soil, pg 36:

“To appreciate the historical perspective of the diminished state of the human immune system in the 1990s, we must not assume that science and truth march straight ahead and that the present is the beneficiary of the accumulated knowledge of the past. Because, in many instances—health and nutrition is one—the past is full of deception and factual manipulation resulting in the inheritance of a tarnished view of scientific progress. History repeatedly proclaims that business and politics are too important to be governed by the facts of unfeigned science.”

Healthy Forest YNP, photo by Rain 2006

“Business and politics are too important to be governed by

Unfeigned, [genuine] science”…

Oh deceiver

What do you stand to gain

An inch above your brother

For a platform to your shoe inlay’n

Puppet masters began the trend

Now see your height as their will to bend

Easily paid for with the blood of the land

Coins, stolen from the destiny of the dead

Pool in your pockets instead

Now the living dead cannot ferry across

The rivers of Styx and Acheron

Lest we also become acolytes

In the temples of Dow, Monsanto and Chevron

The great-grandfather figureheads of the modern myths

Getting us drunk on the whiskey that pours from their lips

Lulling us to sleep on neoliberal currencies

Too intoxicated to feel the barb-wire sting of their so-called securities

Rocked by the water-treatment-ways that stole the living river from its course

Daydreaming in the empire’s nightmare built on the malnourishment of profit-bound force

Stamped with the claim to Freedom

Freedom, bleached re-enriched with a shelf life of a century

Freedom, soap bubbles floating from the mouths of millions

Freedom, a kingdom of the spirit; we have the keys to it, but cannot find

Freedom is a hollow claim

When the business of politics and industry dictate

Living ways

Perhaps the cry will again

Strike true chords

And remind us that

The life to know is more than mine or yours

We all feed on the health of the soil

The well-being of our rootlets in communion

Foster the well-being of our soul

And therein true Freedom may sprout once more…

January 3, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.7

Oh Henry David Thoreau,

In 1854 recording the life living in those years

In the peace of Walden

A crystal matrix of a thorough observation of life

160 years later I wonder

Upon trails left for electric tendrils to wander

And the lines I find today

January 3rd 2014, here for you across the globe to follow:

In the last paragraph of the 5th chapter: Solitude of Walden it is written:

http://thoreau.eserver.org/walden00.html

“What is the pill which will keep us well, serene, contented? Not my or thy great-grandfather’s, but our great-grandmother Nature’s universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness. For my panacea, instead of one of those quack vials of a mixture dipped from Acheron and the Dead Sea, which come out of those long shallow black-schooner looking wagons which we sometimes see made to carry bottles, let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world. But remember, it will not keep quite till noonday even in the coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora.I am no worshipper of Hygeia, who was the daughter of that old herb-doctor Æsculapius, and who is represented on monuments holding a serpent in one hand, and in the other a cup out of which the serpent sometimes drinks; but rather of Hebe, cup-bearer to Jupiter, who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and who had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth. She was probably the only thoroughly sound-conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and wherever she came it was spring.”

Oh brilliant Thoreau I sit with you now

Still able to feel awe by the pieces left living

Still pondering the path man’s made in search of pill popping,

Which will you choose, “the red one or the blue” (1)

When both are paving over ancient realms of knowledge

But micro-vision discovers crystals breathing through the cracks

In the concrete mentality of conquering

Finding still the mystery of collaboration, communion

Diadems of loving grace still procreating

Great-great-grandmother Nature’s great resolving heirloom of balance

She is the air above the flowing river

The qi is listening to the message of our illness and misstep

The key to opening self to the antidote

Her very body is quivering, waiting

Anticipating the moment of discovery

Roots, stem, leaf, stamen, pistil, petals, pollen, spores

Aching to feel the whole presence of love pulsing rhythms

To gift each seed the fertility to bear countless more

Flowers of life gifting diversity all these miraculous flavors for galactic aggregates

To assemble, rise to give voice to life

And in some cosmic complexity of an epic tragic comedy

In the face of Monstrous Megaton Wagons carrying tools to truly reach the Acheron (2)

To create a Zombie Sea

The Great Sapiens stand divided over the masochism of raping

The planetary body of our greater family’s communion

As we create cancerous defilement of the sanctuary we need for retreat

To seek that “Draught of undiluted morning air” (3)

While we cough and weeze, our stagnant flatulence to release

Like coal ash on the breeze, free radicals

Are borne to come together forming tumors on the progress of the demolition

Suckling for Epione (4), sweet Mother of the medicina daughters (5)

Soothe the pain as we tumors transfigure into children formulating essences of healing

One mother torn into another, Oya (6), the storm

We must ride the wretchedness through to find the calm waters

We must learn from her power

To lift our voices like thunder in the spring of our new rising

Thoreau, pass the cup of Hebe’s  ambrosia (7) (8)

As I pass the chalice of the trails

May All spark the energy we need to step off the road we travel same as yesterday’s

Give faith to the unknown rhythms gaining momentum with our observation

Gaining volume with our conscious flow reforming

The banks- they needed to make so complicated for our ignorant security

But we need to be fluid recreating

The undulating snake dance

Of the primal dragons strength made entrance

To find All, entranced.

Peace. Selah. Blessed Be.

http://hoodoothatvoodoo.tumblr.com/post/14826942708

Medicine
Painting by Gustav Klimt
lost or destroyed in/by 1945

December 6, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.3

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By Alexandria “Rain” Smith

This piece is dedicated to everyone who doesn’t feel worthy of the liberation we all deserve. We all deserve the Freedom to feel through what we are feeling; to listen and follow our emotion into understanding. We are all worthy of living, feeling, breathing, learning many practices, praxis’ of exploring how we relate and what we create by our own offerings. I dedicate this Peace to every being that has been so challenged to follow their creative passions because an Other, in their weakness, felt threatened by what we might be, empowered—truly the most tragic mishap of all history, the cause of immeasurable pain, these kinds that fester, are refracted and perpetuated through concepts of time. In our moments of eclipsed light may we see the auras of the courageous candles that burned their way through the walls of adversity that others may follow and see: it’s a long road, so you gotta decide what it’s worth to be free.

“Creating health requires making a paradigm shift… to a new way of thinking about and being in relationship with our bodies, our minds, our spirits, and our connection with the universe.” –Chistiane Northrup Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom

“It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given that separates one person from another.” Nelson Mandela Long Walk to Freedom

We dream ourselves forward. Transformation born of our hope, our need; discovered, within a dry wrinkled weakened sheath, a most beautiful and tiny seed willing to swallow us through the birthing canal into a new day’s dream.  We follow the footsteps of the most beautiful courageous being we can imagine could be. Be, as Florida Scott-Maxwell put it, “Fierce with reality.” We look upon the living tapestry and acknowledge the disease along with the beauty. We refuse to deny that “indelible blight” of Apartheid, American slavery, the Andrew Jackson-Nazi-Pol Pot-Pinochet-Generals of the Dirty War-Mbotu Sese Seko-regimes of unquantifiable atrocities, all these scars we bear as humanity. We will not forget the paths that brought us into darkness that we may face the challenge of bringing each other back into the light. Blessings for the struggles to suture the gashes they were, were born of “proud rebelliousness, a stubborn sense of fairness” that rallies the mistreated to arise!

Life patterns entrap us when they’re not helping to imprint us with positive reinforcement, giving us strength to realize the best stance to take at the moment we are asked what we have to offer. We make the decisive and patient choice to untangle the knots of our conditioning formed by the battles of our personal experience. Meditating upon the mediation of enemy perspectives we hear the song describing the Good Red Road between them. As fully prismatic, multifaceted beings, we become willing to take a multifaceted approach to a life of re-creating health, regenerating the wealth of collective wholeness. We confront the imprisonment of habitual fears, entrenched in presumption culturally created by a hierarchical perspective to maintain perverted states of control, We are breaking free to realize we can lay the foundations that allow true strength to catalyze and evolve into miraculous collaborations no one alone could have ever foreseen.

On this walk, we take with us the wisdom forged before us, for us. We listen to the voices calling within us speaking the languages of fellow ailments wailing like a mighty chorus. We retreat when the violence simply floors us, but we will never surrender our will to wait for a break in the storm to let the rainbow once again shine and realign the paradigms in order to see the path of mending before us.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be.

Pondering a Common Core…

Petals of the Lotus

Petals of the Lotus

Preliminary Reading:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/wp/2013/11/24/following-the-common-core-money-where-are-millions-of-dollars-going/

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/wp/2013/11/18/who-are-the-enemies-of-common-core/

http://www.corestandards.org/

 

I concede to a “common core”

But my agreement is no writ

In stone

Concrete

Or bone

In colors of Mother

Or Father

Or sum financial factor

My assessment is not contained by standards

But I don’t mind testing

How boring without obstacles blessing!

For every challenge faced

Becomes a TESTament of personal progression.

What if we tested our children

In ways that taught us

How best to draw them deeper

With lines not linear

But spiralling

Through the thick and thin

Of what they love

And struggle in

Tests that teach them

To plant confidence

In the composting nutrients of mistakes

Turned over and over again

Until they break down into revelation

Witnessing of self

For self

To see the seeds of conscious wisdom bloom

Into the dreams each day breaks open….

 

(written August 13, 2013; Alexandria “Rain” Smith)

November 22, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.1

November 22, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Written by Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to All Life that faces the force of the storm, most recently those in the Philippines struggling to regain ground after Yolanda(aka Haiyan), Somalians who faced a Cyclone for 4 days, not forgotten are those still feeling the refrains of all the floods, fires and winds past, beyond, beyond, beyond. All that face a rain of bullets, bombs, drones and their shrapnel, All that face the Earth shaking from deep relief or shallow man-made mines ensnaring, especially those in the heart of Africa whose mines are deep made by strength of men alone, alone done this way for the shallow needs of other men’s sadistic-lasciviency.

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How long we gwan fall for them sellin’ us more for less? When less is more… less lies, less deception, less dissolution of our inherent common ground… More facts, more clarity, more solutions to regenerate our natural ability to rebound… Less plastic shit cluttering our lives until cracked, scratched, melted, deemed broken, and taken to a pile in Indonesia or maybe it’s floating in the ocean… More quality to our gifts; both material creative and deep psyche-social sharing, growing the praxis grounds of our presents flowering like phenomenal mushroom shapes straight from the shallow ditch of our apathetic wallowing… Less decisions made by money and profit interest… More collaboration that guides community empowerment and resilience.

Look how our cultures become cannibals eating alive our extended families of fantastic forms; aggregates of our planetary body’s whole.

Will I survive to see perish… 1 in 4 mammals, 1 in 8 birds, 1 in 3 fish, 2 in 5 amphibians, more than ½ the flowering plants and insects… what will we do upon the disparagement of our garden when our basic needs to eat, drink and breathe are completely reliant upon supply through industrial means, owned by faceless corporate regimes? Who will decide who is worthy to receive? What happens when the storm, comes and destroys that laboratory, factory or distributive means, unwittingly unleashes pent up toxicity? Witness what’s happening and see…

Thinking of the extinction, my soul feels as though it will dry up and crumble.

This is why so many ARISE and take to the streets, this is why we stand our full height and humbly demand our right to speak and live in the ways of our ancestry that listened through the eons of time to walk in the ways of our relative species, to see their pain, violence, disease, as well as their cooperation, compassion, symbiosis, and transformation beyond behaviors thought to be concrete. We listen to knowledge being gained and shared. Now seek to implement the beautiful simplicity of relying as little as we can on electrical grids fed by coal, gas, nu(un)clear consumption and their co-destructive disease. We implement ways to use our waste the way Gaia preconceived, that what we need may continue to grow from refuse(Refuse to settle for the paradigms of corporate mandate. Re’fuse back together the electro-cosmic net, multidimensional exchanges) made co-creative fertility, compost at our feet, where we can freely scatter new seeds.

If so many fall into the hole of belief that an apocalypse is necessary; that this corrupt nihilism continues its homogenization, continues destroying the natural wealth of our inheritance…

The passionate fire for my kindred kindling, Love I feel be burning my form down to dust that will patiently wait for a child’s tears to recall what’s been laid asunder, sweet salt visioning need for the metaphors rebirthing, rain upon this ash, bring forth decay from the desert of such pain been passed, and grow the curative. Elements adhere by the frequencies of necessity transmitted through clear intention’s prayer, songs written by mystic communication crossing all dimensional lairs, aggregates accrete and form new bodies of our dreams becoming both the flowers and the bees.

May all who feel the shaking, by earth herself or by man’s artillery, find peace. Opening; like emptiness, luminous, expanding to hold support in the way listening becomes a library, holding all deep experience within electro-chemical trans-reference/transference channeling us to move like without forethought action is re’membrance of the piece you are adding to the cosmic cauldron of mending, weaving new frequencies of long forgotten, deep beating Peace… You, Universal Light, being what you are on this journey: STAR (Surrender Trust Accept Respect) Chyld spinning like a light tower beacon to guide all to the shores of our re’convergance, where/wear Rainbows of Profound Acceptance color alive the simple gifts we come to Life with.

Selah

Peace

water

I beseech you, the waters of this world are more precious than oil, everything that feeds us, literally and figuratively feeds our experience is more precious alive and well than sick and dying.

The wildlife and the people of the Gulf Coast waters are sick and dying, as well as elsewhere in the world, like in and around the Athabascan Tar Sands in Alberta Canada. Our waters are all connected, they exist in a prehistoric cycle that cannot be contained and controlled indefinitely without causing unimaginable catastrophe to the influence of control.

We must protect theses places and seek out better solutions to the clean up of oil. Toxic chemicals are being used to disperse petrol and it makes no sense! No Sense! What is done to the waters of the world is done to our own children, to ourselves. And there are so many people interested and adamantly seeking solutions that use BIO-REMEDIATION methods- most commonly mushrooms that fruit from the act of eating the oil away. This is not hearsay, this is working knowledge that is being refined everyday.

The business of oil is the most lucrative and powerful on the planet. Very tempting financial security. But what security can exist when toxicity threatens everyone eventually. Do you have children? They are the future of this world and whatever state we leave it in is theirs to cope with.

…This I say from the perspective of a child born into this mess, who is not afraid to see it for what it is and question it persistently… And of a woman who loves life and children and the simple divinity of joyfully living a simple life so that others may simply live.

Oyster Mushrooms devouring crude oil from saturated ground

“An experiment was done that consisted of four piles of soil that were saturated with oil. One of them was a control pile, another was treated with enzymes, another with bacteria, and the fourth with oyster mushrooms. Six weeks later, the tarps were removed. Every pile was dead and dark except for the one treated with oyster mycelium: hundreds of pounds of mushrooms had grown. Soil toxicity was originally at 10 000 – 20 000 ppm. 16 weeks later it was reduced to less than ~200 ppm, allowing for various plants, worms and other species to grow.”

Photo and excerpt from http://www.lionsdenu.com/devastating-bp-oil-spill-pics-and-the-mushroom-solution/

photos can also be found here: http://mycomoon.blogspot.com/

Unsung

Oh my family

All my Earthly Siblings

What if the Earth cried out to us

how would you hear

through the discovery and witness

of how many eyes, spirits

will it take your personal pain too

before you to join in the plea

perhaps a great sacrifice is being called of You, Humanity

And what will you be willing to do?

What would be too much?

How can we let down our barriers to each other to trust?

The Truth is simple, start there

What we need, as all living things, mammals especially

ideally pure waters, organic soils, and fresh air

(once we did not need these things

they were everywhere, except where toxic elements occurred naturally

places our ancestors revered or feared)

Now these places are becoming scarce, endangered all the time

for unpopulated places always run the risk of being implanted with toxic waste

they are the places we must take our precious toxic treasures from or across

Now we must protect them, we must! We must!

Here in America

the “Last Frontier” was conquered

The peoples enslaved or free but robbed of culture

The animals with them, some species could not survive the brink

others were saved, but for how much longer

how long before they die, like us, so many of cancer?

What would you be willing to transform in your life to allow the other creatures of this world to live out their natural lives?

What would you be willing to sacrifice?

I believe if we begin to imagine transformation, we may discover creative and spiritual empowerment, community engagement and respect beyond our differences and that we may not have to sacrifice much;

what we do may just renew the vitality and energy of our own lives.

This is all a dream we are sharing, won’t you challenge yourself to begin re-envisioning?

Encourage Audacious Responsibility, Tenable Honor: EARTH Citizen, here we are.