Plutocracy and aristocracy Vs. Socialism and a Civil Society

We are losing ground and while we are losing ground we are losing our way toward a civil society. The progress that we made in the last century are vanishing and the glistening city on the hill is tarnished by none other than greed and injustice.
Of course I understand that many people who are my contemporaries will not see the situation at home with the same lens that I view America with; but I am writing this plea in the hopes of finding common ground. I do not want to divorce the right and I am not only standing for the left, but I can no longer believe that want stands for centrists policies are good for any one except the ruling class.
I concede that 99% might be a stretch and certainly when I glibly refer to the wealthy I am making a common mistake and the right should take me to task. I am not opposed to “the wealthy”. However, I am opposed to a system of banking and corporate greed that perpetually makes it’s wealth on the backs of the civilization at large.

Capitalism is not the enemy and being rich is not a crime.

Corporatism and fraud and money scheming and inside trading as well as derivatives and shaky hedge funds that bet on the losses of its own constituents — these are not among my favorite things. Furthermore, I can not understand why anyone would be in favor of a system that leans towards these lack-justice financial mechanisms. I hear stories every day of how this one lost all his credit and that one is paying on a house that is underwater or this bank can sell a house bas is with no disclosures when you or I could never to that, if indeed we even wanted to do that.

Fair play has left the market and as the right cries that it is regulations that have soured our economy, the left is equally convinced that it is unmitigated deregulations that have caused the fall. What we are seeing, nonetheless is a world where money is fast “trickling” up ward and settling into the pockets of the already mega-wealthy. This while millions of other Americans are heading into a winter of such discontent that there will be no coal for the furnaces and no decent food on the tables and no available health care for well over fifty million people.
50,000,000 million people are poor or entering poverty this year.

I heard an announcer asking a republican candidate what should happen to a woman who has lost her job and therefore her health benefits and the response was, “she should get onto her husband’s policy.” Is this a sin or a crime to be so clueless as to not understand that good people can run into hard times. And, is it so much to expect of a society to establish safety nets for those unfortunates who fall from grace and are in need of a helping hand to get back up. And what do you tell the 10% or so who have no work because there is no work. Whose health care policy do they get onto.

It is as if, a certain crust of the society has had it so good that they can not understand how it is possible for someone working all week at minimum wage to end the week with not enough money to house, feed, clean and take care of his family.

The division of the world into haves and have nots is a growing condition in our global aristocracy. The condition of poverty is not a choice any more than being homosexual is a choice. Some conditions are born into people and if our world is not interested in helping to eliminate this condition of poverty, the wealthy will see that as the number of proletariats grow the condition for revolution also grows. When a civil society can not make room for all of it’s members, then at some point the population that has been left behind out of carelessness will rise up against the ruling class and the poor will have no mercy for the rich that have carelessly abused them.

The only way to avoid an ugly global civil war will be to grow the awareness that class structure needs to up hold and protect it’s middle classes. When the efforts of the middle class unite with the strength in numbers of the world poor there will be an up rising. This is not an empty threat. This is a growing reality.

Right now, Occupy Wall Street Is a struggling infant just attempting to get up on it’s feet. But as this movement grows into it’s own, the shear strength of numbers will begin to reflect the inevitability that violence will escalate. Human nature is an animal nature and it moves in all cases toward survival. When the conditions are ripe an explosion of resentment will erupt from the masses. Marie Antoinette lost her head for carelessly uttering, “let them eat cake.”.

Civil disobedience does not have to be a constitutionally given right. Pushed to the brink the human being will fight for it’s dignity. All we need are numbers. If we are willing to stand up and believe in what we see, and if we are willing to pass that knowledge forward, we will see an uprising that will remove the greedy and the unjust from power. I think that occupy wall street is that movement that will host it’s own Tea Party by the next American spring.

Stand up and be willing to be counted.

Dr. A. Dussault
Charlestown, rhode island

Jared: A Simple Story of Assassination, or Collateral Murder

We have started this controversy, this right winged righteousness in opposition to red, liberal communism quite some time ago, but I suspect after the brutal shooting that has recently happened in Arizona we will all be taking a breath before we assume our “pre-assination-attempt” opinions and principles.

I am not convinced that this gruesome act of brutality will have any major political consequences because the spin has already begun.

During the last major presidential campaign we began to see incited riots based on inflaming language. Now I really hate to sound politically incorrect, but my memory serve me in this way. The real hard hitting nasty rhetoric began when mama grizzly bear erupted onto the scene as a maverick wannabe.

I remember seeing groups of people at a political rally who were brought to a boil with inflaming rhetoric. Many people at the time argued that there were racial overtones to the rhetoric, but i never saw it as racial, I did see inciting language, but to me it came as more of a war-cry, more of a take up arm kind of cry. And I saw men and women who were swept away by the emotion at hand. Groups of people can be reduced to a herd with the right war cries, hitting the right nerve at exactly the right moment.

Sincerely, can anyone tell me they themselves believe that the map put up on the Sarah Palin web-page targeting democratic districts with a cross-hair symbol was really about surveying? Please, write to me. Please come forward and make your case. I promise that I will listen to any argument, but at this point in time I find it difficult to swallow. The cross-hairs sure looked like what it looks like through a gun site.

In addition to the cross-hair there is yet another an a more disturbing affair going on in our country. Recently, when I went to the wikileaks site, I saw actual video footage of an American war machine in action that made me close to vomiting.

I actually hesitate putting the URL up because the video depicts such raw footage of heinous war actions that i fear that I will be put on some anti-government list for simply knowing what I saw. Perhaps it is nothing more than a grandiose delusion — after all, I am not even a real journalist. I simply take the words and the ideas from a multitude of journalist, digest them and spin them on in my columns as my opinions.

Nonetheless, I will leave out the Wikileak URL and simply say that if you as a reader are interested it is very, very easy to find actual footage of deliberate crimes of man’s inhumanity to man.

Oh! I have changed my mind. Please only view the video (linked) on collateral murder if you have a very strong stomach for terror and blood. The reason that I want this video posted is that it stands in juxtaposition to the blood bath that we witnessed in Arizona. In one incident we have murder under the name of war, in the Arizona incident we have murder in the name of incited insanity.

Jared is crazy. I mean that in the most honest and the most clinical sense. He is a paranoid schizophrenic. In other words not all factors of the mind were operating. Much information that he had stored as data in his mind was wrongly filed, was mis-understood and was observed through a filter of delusion. Yet behind every paranoid schizophrenic there are seeds of reality. At some level of consciousness he had processed information that according to his deranged mind needed revenge.

However, for those of you who were able to stomach the wikileak video about wartime collateral murder, I think you will find deranged and delusional thinking involved in those war time murders as well.

William Rivers Pitt is a regular contributor to the on-line new magazine, Truthout. His article with the titled, “The Wrath of Fools,” concludes with these quotations submitted below.

“I tell people don’t kill all the liberals. Leave enough so we can have two on every campus – living fossils – so we will never forget what these people stood for.”

– Rush Limbaugh, Denver Post, 12-29-95

“Get rid of the guy. Impeach him, censure him, assassinate him.”

– Rep. James Hansen (R-UT), talking about President Clinton

“We’re going to keep building the party until we’re hunting Democrats with dogs.”

– Senator Phil Gramm (R-TX), Mother Jones, 08-95

“My only regret with Timothy McVeigh is he did not go to the New York Times building.”

– Ann Coulter, New York Observer, 08-26-02

“We need to execute people like John Walker in order to physically intimidate liberals, by making them realize that they can be killed, too. Otherwise, they will turn out to be outright traitors.”

– Ann Coulter, at the Conservative Political Action Conference, 02-26-02

“Chelsea is a Clinton. She bears the taint; and though not prosecutable in law, in custom and nature the taint cannot be ignored. All the great despotisms of the past – I’m not arguing for despotism as a principle, but they sure knew how to deal with potential trouble – recognized that the families of objectionable citizens were a continuing threat. In Stalin’s penal code it was a crime to be the wife or child of an ‘enemy of the people.’ The Nazis used the same principle, which they called Sippenhaft, ‘clan liability.’ In Imperial China, enemies of the state were punished ‘to the ninth degree’: that is, everyone in the offender’s own generation would be killed and everyone related via four generations up, to the great-great-grandparents, and four generations down, to the great-great-grandchildren, would also be killed.”

“Two things made this country great: White men & Christianity. The degree these two have diminished is in direct proportion to the corruption and fall of the nation. Every problem that has arisen (sic) can be directly traced back to our departure from God’s Law and the disenfranchisement of White men.”

– State Rep. Don Davis (R-NC), emailed to every member of the North Carolina House and Senate, reported by the Fayetteville Observer, 08-22-01

I could go on, and on, and on, and on, but you get the gist.

Most Disrespectfully Yours,
William Rivers Pitt

I find that as I conclude this semi-journalistic piece on war crimes and hate crimes, I am perhaps more confused, or rather I have more questions than I did before I began to research this piece. Academically that may be a good thing, science and philosophy applaud the use of the empirical question. But as we are in a definitive moment in our country, we may hope for more than questions. We are clamoring for answer.

I think we want to believe that good can overcome the hateful tendencies, but science and evolution have a great deal to say about the dark side of man. The crimes reviewed above give us pause. All we have left is a moment of silence followed by a call to action. Let us find ways to practice civility in our lives and in our politics.

Article first published as A Simple Surveyor’s Symbol: A cross-hair and Collateral Murder on Technorati.

Language: There is a way out & it will find me…

“…profound to me that the only two things that aren’t divisible are silence and God.

This comment was posted in respond to a recent essay.  I simply love the idea that our ideas, as cooperative ventures, can always be improved upon.  At least I seem to find that to be true of anything that I do with language.  I suspect I would feel very different if some one were to arbitrarily pick up a paint brush and begin to swat at my paintings with colors and line of their choosing.

Have you ever had the experience of sitting with someone over dinner and suddenly you are moved to a feeling of dread as you watch that person, slowly and deliberately, reach across the table with their folk pointed at your place. In horror you watch as the folk descends right for that luscious  hunk of  roasted zucchini in the corner of your plate.  That is what it would feel like to me if someone pointed a paint brush at one of my paintings.

But with language when someone adds something to what i have said it feels like I have been increased, my thought has been expanded and like the ever expanding universe, i believe that my thoughts take on a life of her own, and I love to see them become their own thing in the literary universe….

Language has to be one of the most beautiful and versatile gifts from the universe to the human condition.  Language holds all of our dreams, it speaks to us of love, it renders itself as a message from our own body and it registers itself in our minds. Language is a human competence that is born into us as is our ability.  It is an organ of the human body that works as a system of symbols.  It is the connecting tissue of the human race.  Nearly all that we do for ourselves and for each other is constructed with language, or in the very least is reported in language.

The ego goes through many seasons of reason, and some reasons we do not understand–it is profoundly true that the heart has its reasons that the reason can not know.  But as we clamor for conscious understanding, we do so with the cognitive capacity of language.  In our spiritual understandings we say that, “god has spoken to me,” or “god speaks to man in mysterious ways.”

We speak of our computers having a language, we watch as people talk to each other on a stage, creating word by word a stage production that is essentially a new grouping of words that build the events of a person’s life into sound and fury. Stephanie Brown, just days after having spent six days on the roof of her house in New Orleans during the Great Flood, sings the words, “here’s to life,” an anthem of poetic justice and poetic beauty..

In the beginning there was THE WORD.  The majuscules giving the written word their authority in the realm of truth.  T.S. Eliot, “in the room, women come and go, speaking of  Michaelangelo.”  Robinson Jeffers criers out against, “man’s inhumanity to man.”  A pope gives a dictum and millions of souls are condemned to the fires of hell for eating meat on Friday.  A supreme court justice hands down a majority argument that gives a corporation all of the rights that a person has, turning a democracy of the  people by the people &  for the people into business proposition where he who owns the most toys wins the controlling shares.

Language for good or for bad is the vehicle that we have to bring our specie to a heightened consciousness.  What we do with that consciousness supports life or promotes death.  It is that big a deal that we have linguistic capacity, that born into the organism condition of the egoic mind that not only allows for communication, but in fact demands and promotes it in the very fiber of our D N A.

Language and images seem to dominate my creative life.  I feel blessed by the voices that I hear that provide the chatter for these blogs and I am grateful to pen & inking and watercolors that allow me to concentrate, indeed, meditate on a singular aspect of my world.  As I focus, as I intentionally eliminate much stimuli and demand of myself to be with one small aspect of the world, I can identify with that wonderful Little Prince given to us by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.  He is excited to revisit “his” little rose, because it is not that there are billions of roses in the universe, the importance to him is that one of them he has a special relationship to.

I am grateful to my special relationship with language.  I am honored that the universe has chosen me to give dictation to at this time in my life.  As I ponder the gifts that have come my way, I realize that I have so many wisdom-givers to give thanks to. I am grateful that I have found the value of gratitude & that that too is a sensation that readily transforms itself through language.

Finally, I want to say just one last thing in this essay about language.  Language provides a way out of the maze that chaos often spins us into.  I find there to be a substantial difference between the language that I hear as the perpetual voice that runs in the back of my mind and the language that emerges out of the stillness that is discovered just outside the purview of the ego.

Exactly what that difference is is still a mystery to me.  I am perplexed because in characteristics like sound and cadence and word order, it is clearly the same english speaking language.  The difference lies in the fact that nothing ever spoken to me out of the stillness ever employs a sense of urgency.  Perhaps the answer to the question, “does my mindfulness use the same language as does my ego,”  might lie in the simplicity that emerges when urgency is not present.  But, I am not finished with that question & I see that its cause might be taken up under the larger question about the distinction between the entire mind field and its differences from the egoic mind.

Thanks, again & more to come.  Please feel free to add comments or even a separate thread in the comment section, it often jolts a dialogue…..

Bonne Heureuse Année 01/01/10

O. K., so I did tell myself that I had to get this nostalgia thing under control, and I admit that beginning my first post of the new year in french does not bode well for the instinctual change that I was aiming for.  But like with all  my addictions, my intentions are so much stronger than the moment in which I am faced with the choice…

The year is two-thousand and ten.  It is a Friday morning and it is the 1st day of January.  How many wishes have I made on December 31st simply to not even notice them vanish by the morning of the 1st.  Writing out the date this morning, I could not help but be reminded of the beginning of some binomial code– One’s & Zero’s stringing themselves ad infinitum to mean some new 11th dimension of space and time.

Last night, while quietly staying at home and waiting for the grossly expensive , eleven hundred pound, Waterford crystal ball to fall, the announcer gave a brief nod to the ec0-friendly manner in which the numbers “2 0 1 0” would be illuminated this year.  It was a scene right out of the Matrix.  Humans had been recruited to pedal stationary bikes in order to generate the power necessary to light the numbers in Time Square…I got to thinking, that with all the recent people that we now have permanently unemployed, why not simply harness them to electrical generators and let them pedal their way to the next meal.  After all we do have a new condition in which the economy will recover, i.e., the very wealthy will have back all the monies they lost gambling on Wall street, and we will sustain a new 20% unemployment rate, complete with foreclosures, homelessness, & bankruptcies.

The middle class will be shrunk by a good chunk of multi-millions of  people; the elite aristocracy will continue to build new Asters and Duponts and the abject poor will once again be blamed for their own circumstances.  But instead of simply blaming them, perhaps we could also punish them while making them useful–sort of, in the way that old ore-locked battle ships chained men and boys to the ores and whipped them to power the ship across the sea.

But now, we can have camps, maybe even under bridges with thousand’s of stationary bikes lined up and strung together as energy generating machines.  It would help to provide several answers to this coming decades problems.  First and foremost we would not have to build ugly-not-in-my-back-yard windmills.   And each township across the country would be responsible for collecting enough unemployed peddlers to illuminate their own towns and industries.

Without knowing it Carson Daly in his once a year moment of fame, pointed to the answer to our energy crisis.  We only need to peddle or paddle our way back to days of gilded  glory.

I know that i am suppose to be nice today, and wink and nod and tell everyone that hope and abundance  & prosperity are waiting in the wings of 2010 and that everything will be all right because we are starting fresh and the universe will supply everyone with all that they need, and if the universe does not do it maybe the Salvation Army or the Johnnycake center will.

I am mad, mad at a world that lets the fat cats be named such, then congress goes home without as much as indicating that financial regulations and the banking industry will even be considered as needing reform.  But, I suppose we can not blame the poor congress, they had a rough time all ready this year, pretending to help the American Health Industry while supplying the Insurance and Pharmaceuticals everything that their lobbies wanted.  Why else would stock prices rise some 20% after the announcement of the law was passed.

We do not have health reform as a christmas present, we have a chunk of coal in the form or a bill that will make the health insurance giants also too big to fail.  By the way, too big to fail means that the corporation is bigger and more powerful than the government so it can not be stopped from it cancerous growth on the american society.

Well, it is unfair for me to continue this rant.  Not many people want to read discouraging news on the 1st day of the year.  I should at least wait to publish this blog tomorrow, once the champagne and the egg nog has digested and we are well on our way to forgetting the resolutions and returning to business as usual.  But, I won’t, because I have absolutely no impulse control and there is the outside chance that this blog-rant will wake up a few people and that we will begin to collect dissatisfaction and begin to store this as a energy propelling us to think and act more liberally and more progressively as we march forward into a new decade.

You see, I do have hope, but my hope comes from collective bargaining.  My hope is based in my fellow Americans who many times in the past saw injustice and rose to the occasion–I do not believe in the power of positive thinking as the sole act of creation that can bring about change.  We humans are constructed with both positive and negative energy charges governing our will.  The fusion of truth to a desire for change is a powerful weapon against the dust and grim and the corrosion that poverty and injustice induce on my mankind.

So as a new blanket of snow falls against and covers for a brief time the earth in” pure as the driven snow” splendor, I want to wish you all a most happy, a most prosperous & and most humble and grateful new year.  And I wish for us all that we do not confuse positive manifestations with empty passive wishes.  For life to be the down stream that we wish it to be, our senses must be awaken to not only positive feelings, but to  a deeply, sacred connection to universal oneness in the form of truth.  God Bless,

Al Dussault, Ph.D.

Charlestown, Rhode Island

corporatist liberalism: the wise men’s christmas gift to america

i like what I think that means.  Well, I don’t really like it, but I like that it describes a lost and forever meandering democratic party that certainly is not my father’s oldsmobile; god, it is not my father’s democratic party either.  It is neither democratic nor a party.

The last decade, the first decade of the 21st century is not off to a very good start.  With enroning, and iraqing, afganistaning, and now providing health care mandates that institutionalize the health of the insurance industry, we are not in very god shape at all.  Earlier in the year when I wrote about the potential revolution that might emerge from looping off 20 % of the middle class and letting them fall into the fault line of the economic earthquake we just went through, I got hate mail back suggesting that I ought to leave the country of I was not satisfied with how things were done here…

I could venture a guess at what party affiliation they might have, I would not want to insult the many friends I have from the other side of the aisle.  I am aware now more than ever that it is no longer a republican thing vs. a democrat thing, it is a have and have-nots thing.  The lobbying industry which represents by an over whelming majority the mega rich and the corporate obtained wealth, are running the show.

The senator from Philip-Morris yields to the senator from Wall Street.  We have a House of Lords and a house of commoners.  I am represented by a house of commoners elected official who never returns phone calls, does not have an assistant return phone calls, but regardless of what i say into the phone or by e mail, I can be certain to receive a stamped form letter thanking me for my interest in government and directing me to all his accomplishments that i can witness on his constituent funded web-page.

I waiver between feeling as if I am cynical and pessimistic and on the other hand thinking that I have a vision of a failing American Empire that might have a sliver of a chance of being saved if enough people get on the same page and recognize that we ought not let the America of our father’s and fore fathers be hijacked by the wealthy aristocrats of greed, and ego induced policy makers.

Don’t you dare–don’t you dare tell me that I ought to leave this country.  Who do you think you are to automatically assume that I do not love America as much as you do–and maybe even more because I understand that not all enemies of our nation are riding on camel backs in the middle east.  We have enemies to our national good right here under our noses.  They are the people who because of their current financial margin of comfort, have no ounce of compassion for the poor, the homeless, the aging sick, the families who have lost all to enron, or lost all to fraudulently administered gate-keepers of the health care system.

Here is one good example.  A decent hard working family man with a high score on his financial reports payed his monthly bill on line.  He paid it after 2:00 p.m. on a Friday.  The bank created a policy that anything posted after two on a friday would not be “technically” posted until 2:00 p.m. the following Monday.  In the mean time, he thought he was safe since his money had been deposited so he proceeded to make several business purchases, as well as several small purchases, like a $2.00 coffee, a few items at a grocery store and, a prescription at a pharmacy.

Because his payment was posted after he made these purchases over the weekend, he was charged a $35.00 fee for each item over his card limit….This created something like three-hundred and fifty dollars worth of over draft charges.  You would think that that would be enough to drive one over the edge, considering that all the purchases amounted to perhaps under $50.00.

Here is the kicker.  The interest rate on his 6.5% credit, RETROACTIVELY, got raised to 29%……

Why is congress not angered by this?  Because the banks are too big to fail.  We did not fully understand what that meant when we spend a trillion dollars recently helping these poor bankers out of a jam.  You would think that if anyone had a boot strap to pick themselves up with, it would be the banks….

Too big to fail means simply this–they are bigger that the government, they have no law of the land to answer to.  They are new members of a global aristocracy and America can not stop them.  They are too big to fail.

So corporatist liberalism is that faction of democratic legislators who small minded-ly propose limited, ineffectual laws that are not so much designed to help the american people as they are designed to get them re – elected.

When you get up Christmas morning and see your new health package under the tree remember to thank a congressman with a vote of confidence even if it actually a worst plan that the one we suffer with now…Or as David Brooks wrote in The New York Times earlier this summer,

“[Obama and Clinton] Democrats learned never to go to war against the combined forces of corporate America. Today, whether it is on the stimulus, on health care, or any other issue, the Obama administration and the Congressional leadership go out of their way to court corporate interests, to win corporate support and to at least divide corporate opposition.”

Merry Christmas, and Oh yes—–ooh, ooh ooh all the way to the corporate banks…

The Insurgency of Transcendental Politics

The snow fell, fast and the wind drove the light, flaky snow into mounds of white powder that were waist high.  The color of the woodland is such a stark grey against the titanium white of winter in a first snow-fall.  Church was cancelled as was the Louisa May Alcott Christmas tea and reading that we were going to host as a Unitarian event.

We are particularly fortunate to have our own Walden Pond here in South County Rhode Island & an opportunity to host meetings of a Transcendentalist Group on a pond formed by the same Wisconsin glacier that formed Walden in Concord. Years  ago, early 1970’s, I had an opportunity to name a clinical service of the mental health center and I chose South Shore Mental Health because as I saw it, “Washington County was a government catchment area and South County was a state of mind.”

South County has always been a state of mind to me.  I would come down here from Providence to a cozy cabin near Charlestown Beach and the feeling was like the one one  gets from listening to a movement from the Beethoven Pastoral Symphony, upon arriving in the country on a summer’s day.  South County always meditated me, it draws me closer to the nature of the sacred and it pulls my thinking mind into submission as surely as does a Gong Bath.

Through the years, the 40 or so that I have been coming and going from this glorious section of our state, I have seen too much development, too many farm lands going to build commercial zones and residential plats, as my father use to call them.  The problem with the plats is that they are not built with any intention of they being able to create and sustain community.  One hundred houses can replace a potato farm without as much as a community room established where neighbors might meet.  How different a plat might be is 10 to 20 of the four hundred acres had been designated for use as a community garden…

I have seen people move in from big cities from the north or the south.  They come to get away from the urban culture and the first thing they do is cut down every tree, and pave a driveway, then seed a lawn…The consciousness is not there to preserve the glorious and sacred aspects of the land, it is exploited by developers, purchased by city folks and treated like a bedroom to the city from which they have just emerged.  Now the difference is they use more gas and oil to get back and forth from the city.

Well, as I often do, I am straying.  I wanted to write a few words this morning about just how fortunate a community we are here in the remaining woodlands and ocean side arena of South Shore.  There is a group of people as interesting and as nobel as our cousins in Concord, Massachusetts were one-hundred and fifty years ago.  There the seat of American Literary and liberal theology sat as a genius cluster of early Americans came together to celebrate the lives and loves of people & nature and the divine with no intervention necessary from ancestral religions to assist.  These 19th century Transcendentalist worshipped a way of life that at its very foundation saw the oneness and the unity of the universe as the organizing principle of their lives and their community.

As we approach 2010, it seems very clear to me that perhaps the same principle of oneness is again at the foundation of our gatherings, through the Songha, the Unitarian church, The Artists Way, & through our food co-op, and our community gardens and our sustainability principles operating through bartering systems.  We are returning to a way of living that is asking of us that we fall off the commerce  grid, dust off,  and pick ourselves up in a new village where caring for each other is the method of attaining mindfulness, sustainability, and a peaceful serenity that is at the core of our real “social security”.

As the American dollar grows thin, and our unemployment rate rises, and as a decade of 6% inflation is being predicted, we are not at the end of a big recession, we may well be at the beginning of a 2nd Great Depression.  More & more of our middle class is entering poverty each week, some for the first time in their lives.  Economic recovery for many Americans will not come with an upward blast in the stock market numbers, for most Americans in poverty or entering poverty the stock market is as distant a concept as the several trillion dollar deficit, or the impact of the rain forest in Peru on the price of homeland security.   We have to face it, accept it, most Americans do not know how to interpret the writing on the walls of the cave.

The Great American Empire and its “democratic-imperialism” may well be a “thing” of the past.  Large centralized governments with the ability to cast out safety nets is not in the cards, not in health care, nor in job creation, & certainly nor in banking.  The wave of the future is globalization and we are not anytime soon going to be hired to run the world from the perch of the North American Continent.

We are in line for a major paradigm shift.  “Think Local,” ought to become South County’s mantra of sustainability. Here, in our towns and villages we do not have to be afraid of socialism.  We know the liberal benefit behind helping each other out, because, for the Grace of God, I may be the next one to find myself without a boot-strap.  We are in a war in the middle-east and we are in an economic war at home.  In the same way that I do not subscribe to drone bombing missions, I do not subscribe to the “hope” that this or that form of American politics will fix me.   In Health and in Mental Health, I have to be pro-active.  I can use the mindfulness of the Songha and the Unitarian principles of oneness, along with the support of the local Artist’s Way to find Grace abundantly  and to supply Grace liberally.

In January I am planing to bring together a group of people and practitioners who might be willing to toss around the concept of sustainability as it applies to the fields of health, mental health and spiritual growth.  I am envisioning a kind of Pastoral Counseling Center with a variety of dimensions to the services provided as well as a variety of educational forums and public hearings to function as  outreach for this young idea.

If anyone reading this blog installment would like to read the seeds of the proposal, please write to me and I will send you what I have.  I am adding ideas, newspaper articles, opinions and new thoughts on the topic as they emerge.

Have a Happy Holiday, what ever you choose to celebrate at this solstice time of the year.