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Krisnamurti

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I am worn out with hearing about the Bengazi attack in which four Americans were killed, including the American Ambassador to Lybia.
Do I believe President Obama and his staff shaded the truth about what he and his people know about that attack? Yes. Do I believe his people blundered before the attack, and afterward? Yes. Do I believe that needs to be straightened out and heads that need to taken, taken? Yes. Do I think it is an impeachable offense, akin to Watergate? I don’t know enough to answer that question.
Do I believe the Republicans who want President Obama’s head have conveniently forgotton how many Americans, not to mention others, George W. Bush and his confederates killed in Iraq, without any justification whatsoever? Yes. And how many Americans, not to mention others, George W. Bush and his confederates then went on to kill in Afghanistan? Yes.
Do those Republicans want George W. Bush and his confederates’ heads? No.
I met a fellow recently, who told me he was in the two percent of American combat veterans who were not affected by combat. He said he could kill me, or anyone, and not have any trouble later. He said the remaining ninety eight percent of American combat vets had trouble later. Some had less trouble than others, but all of that ninety eight percent had trouble.
He said he spent most of his life after Vietnam as a corrections officer in state prisons. He now receives a pension, social security retirement and VA disability benefits. He said there were lots of combat veterans in prisons.
He said, with the American economy so bad, there is nowhere for American soldiers to go when their military committment is up, so they re-up, and they are sent back into combat, in Iraq, later in Afghanistan.
He said, combat troops have terrible trouble and are put on psychotropic drugs by American military doctors to calm them down, and are sent back into combat. When they finally are discharged from service, they don’t continue to get the drugs and they go into withdrawal and have horrible trouble.
He said many Colorado inmates are American combat vets, who were stationed at a large army base in Colorado, I forgot the name of the base. After being discharged, they took up residence as civilians near the base. No longer on drugs. Then, they committed horrible crimes. Now, they are in Colorado prisons.
I told him about day before yesterday’s post at goodmorningfloridakeys.com, and told him he might want to read it. When I told him about the CIA covertly backing the North Vietnamese against the French, so America could end up doing business with the North Vietnamese re Vietnam’s rubber trees, he said, and their oil.
He made no defense of war in Vietnam. He made no defense of the war in Iraq, and in Afghanistan.
He slammed President Obama, Mitt Romney, John McCain and Ron Paul. He said McCain was dirty, had made a bundle years ago off of a swindle of some kind. He said he had voted for an enviornmental candidate in the last presidential election. I said I had voted for no one, because I saw no candidate I wanted in the White House.
I told him, if felt like spilling more beans, as an unnamed mole, I would be happy to publish those beans. He said he would think about it, and we would talk again.

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In a way, I imagine the unfolding IRS scandal is wonderful news to President Obama, because everyone hates the IRS and he will get applause for his righteous indignation, and he hopes that will shift some attention to the IRS and away from Bengazi.
Alas, from all I’ve seen on TV, I ain’t satisfied the IRS is entirely the bad guy. From what I saw, the IRS was going after what it perceived to be conservative organizations, including Tea Party chapters, which were claiming to be entirely non-political, when, in fact, their entire reason for being was political, which did not allow them to tax exempt status.
Do I think it was right for the IRS to go after just conservative organizations? No. I have a tax law degree, I practiced tax law. I think the IRS should go after all tax dodgers, including liberal tax dodgers. Including liberal political tax dodgers. Alas, I wonder if this tempest will result in the IRS being gutted, in tax dodgers thinking they died and went to heaven.
Do I think America is totally screwed up? If you don’t know, re-read the above. My new acquaintance thinks America is totally screwed up.
But don’t rely on my ravings. Do your own thinking and research. Perhaps you wade through this from Sancho Panza yesterday, which is not limited to America being totally screwed up.

sheep

Everything Is Rigged: The Biggest Price-Fixing Scandal Ever

The Illuminati were amateurs. The second huge financial scandal of the year reveals the real international conspiracy: There’s no price the big banks can’t fix

Illustration by Victor Juhasz
April 25, 2013 1:00 PM ET

Conspiracy theorists of the world, believers in the hidden hands of the Rothschilds and the Masons and the Illuminati, we skeptics owe you an apology. You were right. The players may be a little different, but your basic premise is correct: The world is a rigged game. We found this out in recent months, when a series of related corruption stories spilled out of the financial sector, suggesting the world’s largest banks may be fixing the prices of, well, just about everything.

You may have heard of the Libor scandal, in which at least three – and perhaps as many as 16 – of the name-brand too-big-to-fail banks have been manipulating global interest rates, in the process messing around with the prices of upward of $500 trillion (that’s trillion, with a “t”) worth of financial instruments. When that sprawling con burst into public view last year, it was easily the biggest financial scandal in history – MIT professor Andrew Lo even said it “dwarfs by orders of magnitude any financial scam in the history of markets.”

That was bad enough, but now Libor may have a twin brother. Word has leaked out that the London-based firm ICAP, the world’s largest broker of interest-rate swaps, is being investigated by American authorities for behavior that sounds eerily reminiscent of the Libor mess. Regulators are looking into whether or not a small group of brokers at ICAP may have worked with up to 15 of the world’s largest banks to manipulate ISDAfix, a benchmark number used around the world to calculate the prices of interest-rate swaps.

Interest-rate swaps are a tool used by big cities, major corporations and sovereign governments to manage their debt, and the scale of their use is almost unimaginably massive. It’s about a $379 trillion market, meaning that any manipulation would affect a pile of assets about 100 times the size of the United States federal budget.

It should surprise no one that among the players implicated in this scheme to fix the prices of interest-rate swaps are the same megabanks – including Barclays, UBS, Bank of America, JPMorgan Chase and the Royal Bank of Scotland – that serve on the Libor panel that sets global interest rates. In fact, in recent years many of these banks have already paid multimillion-dollar settlements for anti-competitive manipulation of one form or another (in addition to Libor, some were caught up in an anti-competitive scheme, detailed in Rolling Stone last year, to rig municipal-debt service auctions). Though the jumble of financial acronyms sounds like gibberish to the layperson, the fact that there may now be price-fixing scandals involving both Libor and ISDAfix suggests a single, giant mushrooming conspiracy of collusion and price-fixing hovering under the ostensibly competitive veneer of Wall Street culture.

The Scam Wall Street Learned From the Mafia

Why? Because Libor already affects the prices of interest-rate swaps, making this a manipulation-on-manipulation situation. If the allegations prove to be right, that will mean that swap customers have been paying for two different layers of price-fixing corruption. If you can imagine paying 20 bucks for a crappy PB&J because some evil cabal of agribusiness companies colluded to fix the prices of both peanuts and peanut butter, you come close to grasping the lunacy of financial markets where both interest rates and interest-rate swaps are being manipulated at the same time, often by the same banks.

“It’s a double conspiracy,” says an amazed Michael Greenberger, a former director of the trading and markets division at the Commodity Futures Trading Commission and now a professor at the University of Maryland. “It’s the height of criminality.”

The bad news didn’t stop with swaps and interest rates. In March, it also came out that two regulators – the CFTC here in the U.S. and the Madrid-based International Organization of Securities Commissions – were spurred by the Libor revelations to investigate the possibility of collusive manipulation of gold and silver prices. “Given the clubby manipulation efforts we saw in Libor benchmarks, I assume other benchmarks – many other benchmarks – are legit areas of inquiry,” CFTC Commissioner Bart Chilton said.

But the biggest shock came out of a federal courtroom at the end of March – though if you follow these matters closely, it may not have been so shocking at all – when a landmark class-action civil lawsuit against the banks for Libor-related offenses was dismissed. In that case, a federal judge accepted the banker-defendants’ incredible argument: If cities and towns and other investors lost money because of Libor manipulation, that was their own fault for ever thinking the banks were competing in the first place.

“A farce,” was one antitrust lawyer’s response to the eyebrow-raising dismissal.

“Incredible,” says Sylvia Sokol, an attorney for Constantine Cannon, a firm that specializes in antitrust cases.

All of these stories collectively pointed to the same thing: These banks, which already possess enormous power just by virtue of their financial holdings – in the United States, the top six banks, many of them the same names you see on the Libor and ISDAfix panels, own assets equivalent to 60 percent of the nation’s GDP – are beginning to realize the awesome possibilities for increased profit and political might that would come with colluding instead of competing. Moreover, it’s increasingly clear that both the criminal justice system and the civil courts may be impotent to stop them, even when they do get caught working together to game the system.

If true, that would leave us living in an era of undisguised, real-world conspiracy, in which the prices of currencies, commodities like gold and silver, even interest rates and the value of money itself, can be and may already have been dictated from above. And those who are doing it can get away with it. Forget the Illuminati – this is the real thing, and it’s no secret. You can stare right at it, anytime you want.

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Forget forgetting the Illuminati, they are real. That article is about the Illuminati. The first President Bush was the first member of the Illuminati to get into the White House. His son was a mascot, but George Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld were, are, Illuminati.

In 1986, I read World Without Cancer, by G. Edward Griffin. If you wish to learn about the Illuminati, and just how truly rigged it is, find a copy of that book and read it all the way through. I make the same recommendation to Sancho Panza, whose donation to Illuminati lore is far too little, far too late.

I don’t write about horrible stuff because I expect anything to change. I write about horrible stuff because because I am told by angels to write about it. For all I know, a written record is required for a trial of the human species in a court not of this world; a trial in which the species is charged with not paying attention, being gullible, being a herd of sheep, and forfeiting its privilege to exist on this planet.

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

 

 

 

prosecution and defense posturing in George Zimmerman prosecution, and two theoretical jurors, one’s mind perhaps already made up, the other’s not, share their thoughts

Blind Justice

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From Nashville J re recent goings on in the prosecution of George Zimmerman for the alleged murder of Trayvon Martin.

Sloan:
Just the latest on the Zimmerman trial.  Don’t see how they can keep these things out of the trial BUT they are trying.
The state said in motions filed on Friday they want to prevent Zimmerman’s attorneys from bringing up Martin’s personal life, including his school records, previous suspension from school, fights, text messages sent prior to his death unless related to case and his social media use.
The motion also says the state wants to prevent the defense from using Martin’s toxicology report, which showed the level of marijuana in Martin’s blood the night he was shot and killed.
The state’s filings suggest they fear the defense may try to attack Martin’s character, instead of focusing on whether Zimmerman murdered Martin. Assistant prosecutor Bernie de la Rionda argued that Martin’s past is irrelevant and would clearly be designed only to prejudice the jury.
J
I replied:
Today’s plate was full up and then some, maybe will be told to use this latest legal beagle-ing tomorrow. For sure, neither side wants in put into evidence anything they perceive might sway the judge and/or jury against them.

I imagine the Defense will have to convince the trial judge that Martin’s past shows a pattern of violence, to get that part of Martin’s past into evidence. The risk of the defense going in that direction is it opens the door to the State doing the same with Zimmerman’s past. Sauce for the goose …

The State makes out its case by proving the gun was Zimmerman’s, the bullet was fired from that gun which killed Martin, who was apparently unarmed. All of this Zimmerman admitted in the police report. The officer’s who heard Zimmerman say that can testify as to what he said, and to his explanation of why he did it, and, I think, to whether or not they believed his explanation.

I can’t imagine the Defense and not putting Zimmerman on the stand to try to explain it was self- defense. And then is when the State will do all it can to make Martin out to be a liar, a violent person, and the perp.

I imagine the entire autopsy report, including toxicology, is admissible into evidence by either side. As is any toxicology on Zimmerman.

The Defense making noise at trial about Martin having traces of the marijuana chemical in his blood could lead to the State being allowed to put an expert on the stand who says someone on marijuana is less likely to start a ruckus than someone not on marijuana. And, less likely to start a ruckus than someone on booze, cocaine, etc.

Trace amounts of the MJ chemical can stay in a person’s blood and urine for maybe a month, I am told by the folks down here who run FKOC homeless shelters. So, a person could use MJ two days or a week before, but the high would be gone, the person would be normal, not influenced by the chemical, on the day of the test, or, in this case, the shooting.

I dunno, sort of sounds to me Zimmerman’s lawyers are maybe grasping some. It ain’t likely they will get even one juror who has not heard about Zimmerman being held in contempt of court for getting his wife to lie to the first judge about their financial situation re the first bail hearing.

It ain’t likely there will be a juror who has not heard that Zimmerman shot an unarmed man, after being told by the police dispatcher to break off and go back to his car. Zimmerman wasn’t all that near his car when he and Martin got into it, as I remember the lay out of that subdivision. Sure looks to me Zimmerman was still following Martin after he was told to break it off.

That 911 tape ain’t good for Zimmerman. But who knows what kind of people will end up on the jury? Both sides will try very hard to strike any juror candidate who might favor the other side.

When’s the trial date?

P.S. I’m a juror. I put myself in Martin’s shoes that night.

I’m staying with my father at his girlfriend’s place. I walk to a nearby convenience store to get some Kittles. I’m walking back to where I’m staying. I realize I’m being followed by a white guy, or maybe by a Hispanic guy. I wonder why he is following me? He keeps following me, so I stop and turn around and walk to him and ask him what he’s doing? I see he has a gun. Maybe I see it on his hip, maybe I see it in his hand. I am not doing anything wrong. This guy isn’t explaining himself. Darn, this guy is going to shoot me. What do I do? Run, get shot in the back? Charge, maybe not get shot before get to him?

No, I would not charge today, but when I was 18 and full of myself, I might well have done it. I know people my age today, 70, who would have charged. And, I know people my age today, who would not have charged. What kind of person would not break it off, after being told to break it off? Not a happy thought.

And, I still can’t get that 911 tape out of my thoughts. I’m still the juror.

Not once have I thought about either man’s history, or whether one of them had traces of marijuana chemical in his blood. All I’m thinking about is what happened that terrible night. An armed man shot an unarmed teen, after following him, after being told to break it off.

J replied:

Sloan:

I am using my juror veto to throw you off the jury! :

I don’t know that you need to include it in the blog – leave that up to you and the angels. I expect there will be plenty next month when it goes to trial.

I can see a community watch person, seeing someone who he does not know and has never see before, wearing a hoodie and going between the condo’s as being questionable. (Hispanic,Black, Asian, white or whatever race) Zimmerman called it in because he thought something was up with the person. Zimmerman did not approach the person and there is a question of whether he was still following or not. There had been breakin’s recently in the community – so I can see trying to figure out what the person was doing. There was cuts and bruising on Zimmerman – not on Martin. So it appears that the part of Martin attacking him is certainly possible. The telephone call with his “girlfriend” has already been discreditied. Martin had been in other fights. Martin was there because he had been suspended from school for having stolen merchandise. Martin did have MJ in his blood – from when – we do not know. We do know that skiddles are a munchie of choose for those who like to smoke MJ. (these things are from memory – so – some may be off a little but I believe they are correct)

I wish he had never been shot and none of it had ever happened. Who ever wins the trial, the other side will say is wrong – we know that for sure.

Just have to wait and see what comes out in trial that we do not know. Maybe then it will become clearer!

Have a good day!

J

I replied:

I agree, community watch, prior break-ins, someone he doesn’t know, in Zimmerman’s favor, if I am a juror. However, following Martin not in Zimmerman’s favor.

I don’t see either of their pasts as relevant to what happened between them.

There is no dispute that Martin beat up Zimmerman and tried to bust his skull open on the sidewalk, which ended in Zimmerman shooting Martin.

What I want to know, as a juror, is what happened leading up to Martin jumping Zimmerman. For me, that’s the entire case. If, as Zimmerman claims, Martin’s attack was unprovoked by Zimmerman, it’s self defense. I, the juror will ponder Zimmerman’s words and demeanor carefully; I will listen for what is not said, what is under said, what is over said, and what my guts tell me. If I sense Zimmerman lied, I vote to convict. Simple as that. If I don’t sense Zimmerman lied, I vote to acquit; simple as that.

I think the 911 tape/transcript is not in Zimmerman’s favor; I have pondered the shooting scene and I cannot reconcile it with Zimmerman saying he broke off the chase and was returning to his vehicle when Martin overtook and jumped him. My impression was Zimmerman was somewhere else when he made that phone call. It was reported in the local newspaper there that the detective in the local police department felt Zimmerman shaded the truth.

I would not bet one way or the other how this case will go at trial. I can only say how I, as a juror, would go about it, based on the evidence allowed into the case and based on common sense and gut instinct. I smell a rat pretty well, and if I don’t, the angels smell it for me. So far, they have not told me what really happened, but I will be really surprised if they don’t tell me after the trial ends.

The angels told me after Casey Anthony’s trial ended that Casey did not kill Caylee. They did not tell me any more.

The angels told me Dennis Reeves Cooper, then publisher of Key West the Newspaper, was framed by the arresting officer, after Dennis was convicted I was told that.

The angels told me my brother killed himself and tried to make it look like murder. The Birmingham PD’s detective and the Jefferson County Coroner’s pathologist later came to the same conclusion.

I don’t suppose I am a representative juror in the Zimmerman prosecution. However, I would get to the bottom of it if I were on that jury; there would be no guessing by me when I cast my vote, and neither man’s past would be a factor, nor would what was in Zimmerman’s mind leading up to him calling 911.

I am only interested in what happened after he made that call; that’s what is relevant, and I will hang on his every word, and if he does not testify, I will hang on what is in the 911 call and the police reports and any statements Zimmerman made after the shooting, about the shooting and what happened after he made the 911 call.

I, too, very much wish this had not happened, as, I’m sure, does George Zimmerman, Trayvon Martin, their families, and many, many people. You can stay on the jury, who would keep provoking me otherwise?

Sloan
J replied:
 

Sloan:

Provoking – nah – not me, never. We have simply shared some conversation about it in the past and don’t want you to miss anything. We’ll never know for sure what happened but I expect we are gonna learn a lot more about it in the next several months. That may be good – maybe not.

I promise to be good. :-)

J

Sloan

sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com

death throes of America, living off the land, and other not well-advertized ponderables

 

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There is a post today at goodmorningkeywest.com, which you should be able to see by clicking on this link: stars fell on Key West deux, death of paradise – I’m being redundant, again

Meanwhile,

hurricane

Amiga Ginger of Jupiter Beach, Florida wrote:

Dear Sloan,
Sending one of my cheap cruises that I take as cheaper than flying and paying for hotels. Actually only did this once. explored real estate possibilities in Nassau. Don’t have the cash available now to buy. I prefer the cruise to Belize to trek out and climb the Mayan pyramids that can be as low as $360 just “after” hurricane season at end of November. I am concerned this year that we might get hurricane hits as rainy season began this month, not July!
Ginger

I replied:

Maybe I will die and to to heaven, or to hell, and end up on a cruise ship to somewhere?

I can’t say I look forward to a hurricane this summer, but this is a hurricane zone.

:-)

Ginger wrote:

Sloan, getting concerned about hurricanes this summer, fall as the rainy season seems to have started in April. And we get powerful squalls. I don’t ever remember getting continual daily rain storms like this in May and April. Actually, it used to be a little dry for 2 or 3 months before the rainy seasons. I think the cloud pattern has changed. If I drive down to visit you, and the Keys, it should be before Hurricane season. just looking at that “one road out of town” scares the hell out of me. You need more than two days warning to avoid everyone on the road a day before, and nothing moving. You r right! Anything hitting Key West will most likely also hit Miami as hurricanes have a 60 mile to 120 miles plus diameter. And everyone in key Largo will head for Miami. Then if it doesn’t go across the Keys but still hits the Keys but goes up the East Coast of Florida as it frequently does, then every place u might stay along I 95 could get hit, and the Motels aren’t always that we’ll built. So if a hurricane is scheduled to hit Key West, come on up but it takes about 8 hours driving time. However, I would advise u to go to the light house that Hemingway could see from his house and the Bar, as that is close by and convenient and well built. Or build a Block House, square, with concrete blocks, and get inside that. The sides will protect you from being pulled out to sea in a tidal surge, but you will need a sturdy roof also as most will blow off if not attached tightly. We have had 3 hurricanes where there was very little rain, but high winds…when it comes over land.
Cheers, Ginger

And this

Sloan, do you live near The Key West Deer Reserve? Saw a PBS TV show and the deer were so tame but stupid when it came to cars and crossing the highways and streets. Are these the deer that try to eat your vegetables in the garden. You might try growing cucumbers as they will go for,them first and fill up. However , I love cukes and they have become very expensive.  CUKES need a lot of water. Are u getting all these rainstorms everyday or is it just us up here in Palm Beach County?
Ginger, Jupiter, fl

I replied:

Same deer, different, much smaller herd. Most of the deer on Big Pine Key and adjacent No Name Key, just up the way from here. No way to keep them out of garden without fencing it or elevating it above their reach. They mowed an entire patch of sweet potato vine in one shift. Could not grow enough cucumbers to keep them away from other crops, and, land here is not good for growing crops, and lots of irrigation necessary in cooler months. I grow enough for salad and cooking greens in raise containers, but that doesn’t stop the iguanas, nor the peacocks, which can fly up and nibble, gobble, depending on their mood. I grow enough for the iguanas and peacocks and me. No way to grow enough for the deer and the iguanas and peacocks and me. I like having the deer around, and the raccoon, and even the rats, as long as the rat cat keeps them out of the trailer. Lots of lizards, tree frogs, black racers and corn snakes, rattle snakes on some keys; scorpions, centipedes, birds, mosquitoes (fresh and saltwater breeders), roaches, noseeums. I’ve heard possum here, too, but haven’t seen one. Wonderful trees and shrubs. A one-acre wildlife sanctuary. Walden. The land is sacred, I can feel it.

It’s rained pretty good here lately. Saw a waterspout today maybe a mile away. Second one in a month, the first one was above Key West. The Keys are not like any other place in America. Key West not representative any more. This area closest now to the old Keys.

Uncle Sam diapers

On another topic, Ginger wrote:

Dear Sloan,
The Kuwait Govt in exile approached one of the big PR firms to represent them to get support to get their country back and it worked. Daddy Bush was smart and went to the Iraq border, got the Irawis out of Kuwait and then left. He knew it could be a protracted ground war if he invaded Iraq. Saddam behaved himself somewhat. But Baby Bush invading Iraq was insane. We all knew it and knew that the invasion wasn’t needed. There was no uranium build up. Look at what they did to female CIA agent Flamme [forgot spelling] and her husband an Ambassador and well respected. They wrecked their careers when they didn’t agree with the forged letters. So we have a 16 Trillion debt from fighting wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan. Why are we giving Foreign aid to Pakistan when they accept the Taliban and were hiding Bin Laden for years. Why did we invade Iraq when it was obvious that the terrorists on the planes were all Saudis? And we knew the family connections.The only planes allowed to fly that day were the planes picking up the Bin Laden family in California, Washington, Boston etc and flying them to England and Switzerland. The father of Osama Bin Laden as you know was one of the wealthiest men in the world and a partner and friend of George Bush Senior in the CARLISLE GROUP company that had a $12 billion worth at the time and invested in armaments, oil, construction and some shipping. Look at the Board of Directors; made up of the top economists and wealthy Americans–Bill Simon, Treasury Secretary, etc. Same thing with the Libyan situation. Obvious terrorist, they showed up with hand held missile launchers. And it was on 9/11, how could it be more obvious. I couldn’t figure out why they were saying it was a demonstration. Its a big deal now because they didn’t let the news media report it like it was. The WH didn’t have to comment, just let it unfold. Its a big country, I am amazed they could figure out who was involved one way or the other. We haven’t had GUNS AND BUTTER TAXES yet but we will as we have a 16 or 17 Trillion dollar deficit. Do we get hyper inflation or inflation or will bread cost $10 a loaf or 10000 deutch marks a loaf? Better grow a little corn [for the carbs], plant sweet potatoes [good for you and the leaves poisonous so not nibbling by rodents], and prepare to live off the land in 5 to 10 years.
Ginger in Florida May 13, 2013

I replied:

My recollection, Daddy Bush wanted to go all the way to Baghdad, but the Saudis and other Muslim allies would not stand for it. My recollection, Daddy Bush’s ambassador to Iraq told Saddam the US would not intervene if Saddam invaded Kuwait. My impression was, Daddy Bush set Saddam up. They had known each other a while, back when Daddy Bush was CIA Director and was beefing Saddam up to fight Iran. I remember Daddy Bush saying on US national TV that he could not let the American way of life be threatened; his justification for the US pushing for saving Kuwait from Saddam. On Larry King’s TV show, Ross Perot begged Daddy Bush not to do it. Perot said it didn’t matter who controlled the Kuwait oil fields, the oil would be sold to America.

I heard Daddy Bush asked Baby Bush if he had an exit strategy for Iraq after that invasion. Some exit strategy. I saw in TV news last night, 22 US vets a day kill themselves; there are 600,000 US vets with post traumatic shock syndrome due to combat overseas. 9/11 was so clearly bait, a trap. Baby Bush and his confederates, and most Americans swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker. What you describe of the financial aftermath was precisely what Osama bin Laden hoped to achieve; he won, Baby Bush and his confederates and America lost, which multiplied geometrically the insanity that was Vietnam, and there will be no recovering. Osama let it be known pretty quick that he was behind 911.

This not a good place to grow corn, as I wrote elsewhere, key deer love sweet potato vines. I grow them in a pot on my screened porch facing morning sun, where deer, iguana and peacocks cannot get to them. I use the leaves in salad, raw. They are not poisonous. White potato leaves are poisonous. Sweet potato leaves more nutritious than spinach, and like hot humid Keys weather, unlike spinach. Collards, mustards, chard like this weather, too, as do critters mentioned above.

To live in old way down here, I’d need to catch fish, harvest crabs, conch. No grains grow well down here, but could grow enough sweet potatoes and white potatoes in containers to provide starch. Edible wild fruit and berry trees and shrubs on this land. With a rifle, or bow and arrow, I could provide venison, iguana, peacock. With bird traps, I could harvest the different varieties of doves. My hope is, I won’t be on this planet when it gets to that. Alas, I was told in a dream last night, I will be here a good while longer.

Don’t have the deuch marks to build a block house, or any house. Maybe that will change. Maybe I will be abducted by aliens. Sorry, couldn’t resist.

Sloan

Today’s P.S.

Vietnam memorialBefore dawn, my dream maker told me to write about Vietnam, so …

I was spared going over there by the conception of my first daughter and the secret conniving by a woman at the draft board, who told me I had signed the wrong form for a student deferment, which had guaranteed my being drafted as soon as I completed law school. Fathers were never drafted to fight in that horrible war in Asia, where I had watched President Lyndon Johnson promise Americans on national television he would never send American boys to die. Then, he did just that. Thus was born the drug culture in the US Military, which is how American troops coped in Vietnam. They brought that culture home with them, and thus was born a national drug culture. Back then, alcohol was not viewed as a drug by mainstream Americans. Today, it still isn’t, evidenced by the so-called war on drugs not being on alcohol. Nor on tobacco, but that’s another nation deception.

I knew God had saved me from Vietnam, and, years later, I knew my being saved was God’s way of telling me what God felt about Vietnam. Then, God arranged some more things for me to know about Vietnam, which American kids today also are not taught in American history courses.

In 1988, at a Downtown Birmingham Rotary Club meeting my father, a WW II Army Air Corps combat veteran had invited me to attend with him, I heard the President of the National Geographic explain that the Geographic had war correspondents in Saigon when a huge street demonstration occurred. Thousands of Vietnamese carrying posters begging America to save them from the communists. The Geographic correspondents were fluent in Vietnamese and interviewed many of the demonstrators. The correspondents learned that the demonstrators did not live in Saigon, but were from the countryside. They had been paid money by the Saigon government to get on buses and be driven into Saigon to carry the posters and demonstrate. The posters were in English. The demonstrators did not speak English, and did not know why they were demonstrating. That demonstration was widely aired on US TV news programs, and it turned the American public’s sentiment to favor US intervention in that civil war. The Geographic did some digging, and learned that the money paid to the demonstrators was had been supplied to the Saigon government by US corporations and the US government. You could have heard a pin drop in that Rotary meeting. My father looked like he wanted to throw up. He never had liked that war, but he’d had no clue what his own government had done.

In 1999, I met and married a woman who was one of the Kent State students on whom the Ohio National Guard opened fire when they would not stop demonstrating against US bombings in Laos/Cambodia. She was so disturbed that she started transporting explosives for the Weathermen in her backpack from one part of the Kent State campus and nearby, to another part. Her backpack like backpacks many students used to carry their school books and notebooks. She blended right in. Later, she decided that was not the right way to go about it, and she stopped carrying explosives for the Weathermen. The way she decided to go about it was to avoid American government and politics and police altogether.

Maybe in 2002, in the Unitarian Church in Key West, I heard a man somewhat older than me nonchalantly tell a group that met once a week in the evening that he once had worked for the CIA. He was stationed in Vietnam back when the French were trying to take back in that country what the Japanese had taken from the French there during WW II. He said, while publicly the US was backing Charles de Gualle in his effort for France to regain its holdings in Vietnam, covertly he, the former CIA man and his co-CIA operatives were doing all they could to help Ho Chi Mihn defeat the French. The subtext, he said, was America wanted Vietnam’s rubber trees. I was amazed, not so much over what he had told the group, for by then very little amazed me. I was amazed, because no one else in the group seemed to get the significance of what the man had told us. I even said that, didn’t you hear what the just told us? Didn’t that affect you? It was as if they were not there, had not heard it. Were unable to hear it. Or, did not want to hear it. The former CIA man did not say anything about the CIA’s drug trade in Vietnam and neighboring countries, the profits from which were used to fund CIA ops in that region. I think maybe it was this same fellow who said Ho Chi Mihn wanted to ally with America, but the US Government wanted too much in return, so he allied with the Soviets. Not because he was a communist, but because he got a better deal from the communists.

In 2004, I met a fellow who ran the coffee bar at Anchors Away in Key West. That’s the local AA house. I got to know him because he was a great chess player. Eventually, he told me he was put in a federal prison when he was 18, because he refused to be inducted and fight in Vietnam. He served his full sentence, 3 years. He has been screwed up ever since. When I was homeless in Key West, I met a number of homeless men who were Vietnam vets. They were seriously screwed up from being in Vietnam. I used to know quite a few mainstream Vietnam vets who were seriously screwed up from being in Vietnam. Yet, today, there are Vietnam vets, who along with Veterans of Foreign Wars and other Americans proudly wave their stars and stripes over Vietnam. They still blame the US Government and Americans for losing a war they never should have fought in. The same goes on today with Iraq vets, and Afghanistan vets. It’s all madness. It’s all the work of the Devil. There was nothing good, or Godly, about those wars. They were travesties.

The Vietnam war fractured America’s soul. Every American foreign war thereafter was a subconscious attempt to atone for losing in Vietnam, by winning a foreign war. America lost every foreign war after Vietnam. Daddy Bush’s liberation of Kuwait gave America the Persian Gulf disease. Baby Bush’s invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan destroyed America financially, and created an entirely new Vietnam drug culture and post traumatic stress vet corps. Barack Obama was supposed to stop both wars after he was sworn in, but he continued both wars, and then he did the unconscionable; he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize. Now look at Iraq. It’s in far worse shape internally, than when Saddam Hussein was in power. Now look at Afghanistan, another Vietnam, after the Iraq Vietnam. And, yes, look at America’s so-called ally, Pakistan, which obviously knew it was lending comfort to Osama bin Laden. And, alas, look in America; look at how so many Americans still wave their stars and stripes and “support the troops”. True American patriots would support the troops by demanding they be brought out of those hell holes immediately. True Americans would be demanding for Baby Bush and his confederates’ heads, as war criminals, mass murderers and traitors. True American patriots would have nothing to do with Barack Obama after he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize.

Quite simply, America is insane. Quite simply, America is not a nation under God, in the sense that it represents God. Au contraire, America’s foreign war policy, starting in Vietnam, is indisputable evidence that America’s foreign war policy, and its huge military arsenal, which dwarfs all other nations’ military arsenal combined, is the work of the Devil. Against all of which, America was fairly warned by a President who well knew war, Dwight D. Eisenhower who commanded the allied forces in Europe during WW II. Who later was elected President. Who, as he ended his second term, warned Americans about the US military-industrial complex.

America’s foreign war karma alone is astronomical. That is layered on top of America’s slavery karma, and on top of American’s Native American karma, both of which karmas also are astronomical. As I wrote to you yesterday, I hope I’m not still on this planet when all of those chickens come home to roost in USA. And come home to roost, they will. All we are seeing now are the lead winds. The actual storm is still brewing. On my front porch is a placard made by a fellow who does the handy and yard work that needs doing around Walden. He is part Native American, it’s clearly visible in his features. On the placard is something from “Spartacus,” I  think he said. REMEMBER, WHAT WE DO IN LIFE ECHOS IN ETERNITY. He, too, was spared Vietnam. He was spared by having poor eyesight and a felony conviction on his record. Amazing, the felon President Johnson would not send convicted felons to fight in Vietnam.

Sloan

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

stars fell on Ponte Vedra

astrology

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Some years ago, I realized the angels who run me were using the daily horoscope in The Key West Citizen to give me heads ups, which is why I included my horosocope in yesterday’s and the day before’s posts. Here is today’s forecast.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 23) –
If you’re swimming in unfamiliar
waters, make sure you have
a firm grasp of what’s what.
Someone could be trying to
take advantage of you.

My dreams in naps yesterday and last night were rough and hard to unravel, and left me feeling the very rough Mother’s Day posts I put up yesterday, especially the one at goodmorningbirmingham.com on Hemingway’s ghost, had irked the angels. However, just before dawn two dreams came which left me convinced the posts where just fine and I needed to look elsewhere for the reasons for the distemper dreams.

One unfamiliar sea was something that came to me on Facebook yesterday, to which I responded genuinely, even though I knew it would not be appreciated. I had thought I would include that in today’s post, but after the pounding I received in dreams and in my body, I will leave it lay. The initiator of the Facebook post got my drift, even if his many followers did not. He can explain it to them, or not.

Another unfamiliar, although not really unfamiliar sea, has to be …

Wiley Coyote golf

I watched a truly interesting drams unfold at The Players golf tournament in Ponte Vedra, near St. Augustine, Florida.

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The drama started on the second hole of Saturday’s/third round. Tiger Woods (right photo), in the trees standing on pine straw way across the fairway from Sergio (left photo), who was farther from the hole and was to hit first, pulled his 5-wood out of his bag. The massive crowd around Tiger, which blocked his view of Sergio, cheered loudly, because it appeared Tiger would go for the green with the 5-wood, instead of play safe. The crowd cheered loudly on Sergio’s backswing, and he sliced one off deep into the trees near the green and took a bogey, or maybe a double bogey. After the round, Sergio went after Tiger on TV. Tiger said he was told by a golf marshall that Sergio had already hit his shot, before he, Tiger, pulled his 5-wood out of his golf bag. Tiger had no clue the crowd would cheer. Sergio got more and more wound up in later interviews, Tiger kept his cool. I saw the replay of Tiger pulling his 5-wood out of his bag. I saw no contrivance. You see tour pros on greens practicing their putting strokes while their opponent nearby is standing over his ball, getting ready to putt. The sportscasters ran it back over and over. Along with plenty of past friction between Sergio and Tiger, who apparently had come out on top in maybe a dozen prior professional golf tournament duels with Sergio.

Move to stage two.

On hole 15, I as I recall, of the last round, Tiger, playing in the group ahead of Sergio, who was in the final group, had a 3-stroke lead over Sergio, and a 2-stroke lead over a couple of other players. Tiger hooked his T-shot wildly left into a lake. He took a double bogey, fell into a 3-way tie. Sergio then birdied the same hole, took a one-shot lead. Tiger birdied 16, pulled even with Sergio. Tiger parred the super scary lake surrounded 3-par 17, the most photographed hole in golfdom. Sergio, behind Tiger, then dumped two 9 irons, or maybe wedges, into the lake surrounding the super scary 3-par. Tiger parred 18, after hitting a super drive and a super approach shot to a hole location just a few feet from a lake. Sergio, behind Tiger, dumped his T-shot on 18 into the lake, took another double bogey. Tiger won by 2 shots.

Tiger, who had not lost his cool after Sergio went after him on TV. Even so, I bet Tiger won’t pull a club out of his bag again before he knows for sure it’s his turn to play.

Tiger has to consider his adoring fans, what they might do in response to his every move.

Tiger’s fans cheered when Sergio dumped his shots into the lakes. Tiger needs to publicly tell his fans that was not okay.

Who knows how that tournament might have ended, if Tiger’s fans had not cheered during round 3 on hole 2 at the top of Sergio’s backswing?

Who knows how that tournament might have ended, if Sergio had walked over to Tiger and told him what had happened, instead of waiting to tell Tiger through the TV sportscasters?

Maybe I should have written privately to the fellow on Facebook, instead of publicly.

Maybe I should not have written publicly about Tiger and Sergio.

Maybe I just should have taken the day off.

I’ll find out in dream time.

Meanwhile, Nashville J had this to say about Ponte Vedra:

Sloan:
First off, I don’t really pull for Tiger, so it would bother me not if he lost the tournament.  Having said that, Tiger is not know for gamesmanship during the rounds – and I expect that someone did tell him that Sergio had already hit or he would not have pulled the club.  There was no reason for him to pull the club unless he was ready to play.   That is my take on it.
Now, Sergio is known as having “rabbit ears” and backs off a shot if he hears a nat fart 100 yds away.  Whether it is Tiger or something else – Sergio is backing off and acting pissed.  Just the way he is – doesn’t make him a bad guy – just has rabbit ears.
The thing that bothers me is Sergio wasn’t MAN enough or didn’t have the balls to go say something to Tiger when it happened.  Hey, Tiger, did you know I was hitting when you pulled that club?  Tiger, no, the marshall told me you had already hit – sorry ole mate.   And they play on.  BUT, no, Sergio waits until play is over for the day and then runs his mouth during a TV interview – what a whuss.  Man UP and go have a talk with Tiger – if you don’t like what Tiger says then you can attempt to whip his ass, cuss him out or whatever but do it face to face and be done with it.
It was bad KARMA that caused Sergio to hit two in the water at the 17th – and yes – I was damn happy to see him do it – wish he had hit the 3rd one in also.  Sergio deserved it and people are glad to see those who deserve bad Karma to recieve it.
Personally I would have liked the kid playing in the group with Sergio to have made his putt on 17 to tie Tiger and then for him to birdie 18 and beat Tiger — but that did not happen.  I am happier that Sergio, the Spainard with no balls, LOST than I am with the fact that Tiger WON.   JMO
J
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My sentiments, too.

sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com

Hemingway’s ghost, and other mysteries

Ernest HemingwayErnest Hemingway

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My horrorscope in The Key West Citizen today:

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct.
23) — There is no reason
to give up on traditional
methods that have proven
successful in the past.
Lady Luck is inclined to
follow her same, familiar
footsteps.

Yesterday morning, I felt moved to wear a T-shirt dedicated to Sandy Downs’ son, Preston, who, at age 15, was electrocuted by power lines in trees in Key West while he was working on a tree- trimming job with his stepfather, Nick Downs. On the front of the T-shirt is a fetching photo of Preston driving a skiff. On the back is Preston’s philosophy, “You can’t get to where you want to go, if you only travel on sunny days.”

From amiga Ginger of Jupiter Beach, Florida, about a woman who went missing and finally turned herself in on Key Largo. (Lots of people, ahem, “go missing” and end up in the Florida Keys.)

Sloan, did you run across the missing woman “Brenda Heist”?

Interesting situation. Sometimes there is a point where people can’t take it anymore, they want to go back to nature. I imagine daily life and escape options are set up in India for people to go out into the jungle or the wild to relax and meditate. I often think of my Grandmother who was born in 1881 and how they emotionally adjust to rapid change. What emotional toll does rapid technology have on the average human’s brain? Stress might be the subliminal reaction, going postal might be the conscious result. Ginger, Jupiter.

I replied:

Yes, former State Attorney [District Attorney] Dennis Ward sent me a mainland newspaper article on it right after the news broke. I saw gobs of it on TV.

Here is his and my discussion about it.

Dennis
I thought you might be interested in this article:  ‘TIRED OF RUNNING’: Missing Mom Presumed Dead Is Found in Florida.

Sloan
This tortured lady sure ended up in a mess. I wonder what really caused her to up and suddenly walk away from her husband and their young children; that is, I wonder if the whole story has been told yet?

Dennis
He was leaving her.

Sloan
He did not mention that in the CCN interview. As if he was clueless, and CNN, too, why she just upped an left him and their young childern.

Dennis
People and the media have those tendencies.

More than a few times, Dennis has told me I have those tendencies.

I started Tom Winton’s Hemingway’s Ghost on Friday and finished it yesterday, Saturday. I wept bitterly, when the budding author’s manuscript about his 4-day near-death experience with Hemingway, sent down to the young author by Him, was returned by literary agencies time and time again. I sympathized. I wept bitterly again, when a literary agency finally accepted the manuscript and created a feeding frenzy among major publishers, an old unfilled dream of mine.

Ironically, the ending for Winton and his self-published novel resembled not the ending in the novel.

After hearing of Hemingway’s Ghost from a member of the Mystics, Madmen & Muses open Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/223333164480200/?fref=ts, I called the Big Pine Key branch library and learned there were no copies in the county library system. So, I found the book at amazon.com and ordered it. 2-3 days later, it arrived. There was nothing in it about how to contact the author, or how to order the book.

During a nap after finishing Hemingway’s Ghost, I had several dreams about my needing to explain the rescue syndrome to other people, it was the loving thing to do. I awoke, pondered the dreams. Yes, the entire novel was an attempt by Tom Winton to rescue himself through his alter ego, the author in the novel; and an attempt to rescue Hemingway by reinventing him into someone nobody who knew him in this life would have recognized. Key West the Newspaper recently published my angel-spun take on Hemingway, and my spin on being homeless in Key West, among other places. Here’s the teaser, you can open the link to see the entire article.

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CARTOON

Some Funny Things That Happened On The Way To The Hemingway House

BY SLOAN BASHINSKY (CARTOON BY ARNAUD GIRARD)

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TEXT BOX ISSUE 6

Back in maybe September 2007, I was sitting in one of the smaller auditoriums at Tropic Cinema waiting on a movie to start. My cell phone started buzzing, so I opened it and walked out of the auditorium. I said hello. A man asked if I was Sloan Bashinsky? I said that probably depended on who wanted to know.

He said his name and that he was with a nationally syndicated talk show in New York City. He had read online my suggestion that the City of Key West offer its homeless people jobs as litter cops dressed like pirates,  [...full article]

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A familiar tune played in Hemingway’s Ghost, when the literary agency said it didn’t know whether to pitch the book as fiction or as non-fiction, since the author claimed really to have been visited by Hemingway while the author lay in a coma in a hospital. Eventually, the agency decided to pitch the book as non-fiction, to create mystique and interest. Quite a few times people asked me how much did I make up in my novels, and how much really had happened? I smiled, said a lot of it was not made up.

What I most liked about Hemingway’s Ghost was Hemingway telling the budding author that he had to write about what he knew, what he had experienced; otherwise, the readers would see he was a fake.

I also liked Hemingway showing the budding author that we have a life review after we leave this life, and sometimes we get to do it, or some of it, before we leave this life. In that life review, we experience emotionally what we did and what it was like emotionally for other people. I have known for 15 years that I am being taken through a life review in this life, hopefully to enable me to by-pass it after I depart this world.

I was puzzled by Hemingway telling the budding author early in the tale, that the past was the past and to let it lay; and then Hemingway took himself and the author through their pasts as if their souls’ welfare depended in it. In fact, we are our pasts and our souls’ welfare does indeed depend on knowing who we are.

Over the years, I learned from my dreams that people who died, literally or figuratively, and hang around us in spirit can be very different from how they were with us when they were alive. I didn’t seem to do much that pleased my father when he was alive, but after he and I had our big falling out in late 1995, he started coming to me in dreams as the father any son would want to have. He still does that. I wonder if that confuses him? It confuses me.

What do I know, maybe Winton captured pretty well the soft side of Hemingway maybe nobody saw when he walked this earth?

I was thinking yesterday about the last novel that came through me, better than any novel I likely will ever write again. Such high hopes I had; a dream indicated it would be made into a movie. I ended up feeling like Charlie Brown, again.

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I told the angels yesterday that there might be another novel in me, if that was the point of my reading Hemingway’s Ghost, but they would have to push it through me, because I sure didn’t feel it.

I thought, did not tell the angels, like they can’t read my thoughts, maybe a message to me was to not take the route out of this life Hemingway, took – double-barrel shotgun muzzle stuck in mouth, big toe on trigger. Yet, Hemingway knew he was losing his mind; I saw nobility in his taking himself out, instead of ending up in a psychiatric facility.

I remembered a poem the angels pushed through me in Key West, in April 2001, after I’d heard in my sleep before dawn that morning, as I slept in a Fleming Street doorway on cardboard boxes, “You will fail, but you might enter the Kingdom of God.”

I know what it is to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.

I know what it is to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free.

I know what it is to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.

I know what it is to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayal
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.

I know what it is to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.

I know what it is to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.

I know what it is to give
and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.

I know what it is to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.

Two weeks later, the best novel I likely will ever write started falling out of me.

Eventually, I connected that poem, and what I had been told in my sleep, with my desperate prayer in early 1987, occasioned by my realization that I had failed in every way a man could fail on this world:

“Dear God, I do not want to die like this, failed. Please help me. I offer my life to human service.”

What a sense of humor God has. The quid pro quo of the prayer being answered was, I would fail on this world. Maybe the poem had a time limit, a statute of limitations. If so, I see no sign of it. Well, Jesus did say in the Gospels, the Kingdom of God is not of this world.

Back to the nap dreams yesterday about the rescue syndrome. My dear friends, who are so desperate for me to reconcile with my daughters, see themselves in me. It is themselves they want me to rescue by doing their bidding. It is their relationship with their own children, and with their fathers, and with God, which needs fixing. Just as it is Tom Winton’s relationship with himself, and with his father, and with God, which needs fixing.

I ain’t near smart enough to fix me, much less my children. That’s the angels’ problem. My problem is doing my best to stay in the angels’ good graces.

holy fire

Happy Mother’s Day.

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

on the third day … a father’s mysterious journey

holy fire

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Re yesterday’s perspectives are sort of like opinions – everyone has them, but the perspectives and opinions I worry about belong to angels of the Lord and their Boss  post, from an old white water padding partner in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, where I attended law school and where my first wife moved with our daughters after we divorced.

Sloan, My Dear Friend,
I know Nelle’s last name is Cohen but I do not know Alice’s.. If you will send me both of their full names, I will do a Facebook search. Just consider this as my being prompted by the Angels.
Hawkman

I replied:

Hi, Mike -

Thanks.

First, Nelle and Alice need to receive the letters I wrote to them and have a chance to respond. Nelle might have received her letter by today, Alice might receive her letter tomorrow or Monday.

I found myself thinking maybe in time you try to speak with Dianne, since she lives in Tuscaloosa and I was staying with you when she went bonkers and hired two lawyers to go after me, one of whom was John Cohen’s older sister.

Sloan

Mike wrote:

Well, I wasn’t going to contact them. I was simply going to share with you some information that may be on their Facebook page and would be of interest to you. I certainly hope your latest efforts to contact Nelle and Alice has a positive outcome in terms of you having a relationship with them in the physical realm as well as the spiritual. It saddens me for you that this “estrangement” continues dispite the love I know you have for your “babies”.
I know I could not bear not having a relationship with my children and grandchildren and I know its heavy on your heart.

I replied:

I can get onto Alice’s FB page for public view – Alice Bashinsky – Asheville, NC area.

I cannot get onto Nelle’s FB page for public view – Nelle Cohen – Starkville, MS.

I know how you feel about your children, Mike. I have so much on me that I am barely moving most of the time. I do not spend much time thinking about Nelle and Alice. Maybe that would be different if I were in some sort of regular contact with them.

Mike wrote:

I see Alice is using her maiden name. Is she still divorced. Do Nelle and her baseball coach husband , John Cohen,still live in Missouri?

I replied:

Alice remarried, another doctor, maybe another eye doctor. She kept her maiden name after both marriages. I met her new husband briefly at my father’s wake. Don’t remember his name. They have 2 children, not sure if both were by Alice, one was.

John Cohen is Mississippi State’s head baseball coach. Starkville, MS. I think Missouri is MO, which is where John began his baseball coaching career, in Columbia at U of Missouri. They have two children, Jordan and Avery – daughters. Jordan is oldest. I knew her somewhat. Avery was an infant when I knew her. Jordan called me “Grandfossil,” which was the name I suggested when Nelle and John asked me what I wanted my grandchildren to call me.
Something not of this world comes to me about Jordan’s entry into this life, maybe later about that.

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A problem is, they are not babies any more. Nelle is going on 45, and Alice just turned 43.

I sensed even before Mike wrote to me that I might write about Dianne going bonkers when I was staying with Mike in the late fall of 2003. I had gone on Greyhound to Alabama, to try to gain an audience with my father. I was homeless and Mike offered to let me stay with him. Tuscaloosa is about an hour’s drive west of Birmingham, and Mike had a spare car I could drive. Though his law firm, my father declined to see me.
I got to Tuscaloosa just before Thanksgiving. A much small city than Birmingham, I did not want to shock Dianne by bumping into her on the street. So, I called her, to let her know I was in town, staying with Mike. I got voicemail and left that message. Dianne called me back after Thanksgiving, she had been overseas.
She said she’d never heard of Mike Cornwell, and she knew everyone in town. I said, for many years Mike was the lead defense lawyer for the local Public Defender’s office, he handled all the capital cases, before he went into private practice. I said Nelle and Alice knew Mike; they had gone camping and white water canoeing with me, when Mike was along. Dianne said, it didn’t happen. I said, it happened.
Dianne said, I had broken my father’s heart. I said, he had broken his own heart. She said, my father had sent her all of my letters to him, for her to access my state of mind. She had a PhD in psychology. She said, I was delusional. She asked, how long would I be in Tuscaloosa? I said, I didn’t know; I didn’t make plans any more; take no thought for tomorrow and so forth, as per Jesus. She said, she had taken a course in New Testament; Jesus was a rebel. I said, a rebel? He was more than that.

I said, I did not know why Nelle and Alice had cut me out of their lives. Dianne said, yes, I did know. I said, no, I didn’t know; they never told me. She said, they would have to tell me. She said, I was not there for them when they were young. Some truth there, and some truth in it was hard to be there for them after she and they moved to Tuscaloosa. Before they moved, I spent a lot of time with Nelle and Alice. They spent 2-3 nights a week with me. We did things together, and with my friends.
I told Dianne, when I lived in Colorado, Nelle and John came and stayed with me. Dianne said, it didn’t happen. I said, Alice and her to be first husband, David, came and stayed with me. Dianne said, it didn’t happen. I said, Alice and David left for a month, and they left Alice’s pet snake, Lilith, with me. I went to the pet store every week to get white mice to feed Lilith. Dianne said, it didn’t happen. I said, ask Alice. Ask Nelle.
The next day, a huge painful boil came up in my left nostril, and another in my left ear. Since it was on the left side, the feminine side, I knew it was coming out of Dianne; a demonic attack. I told Mike that.
A day or so later, Mike told me a Tuscaloosa lawyer had contacted him. Dianne had hired the lawyer, because she was afraid of me, afraid I would hurt her. Mike told the lawyer, I was staying with him, we had been friends a long time. The lawyer apologized.
Not long after, Mike told me that he had been approached by another lawyer Dianne had hired, Nelle’s sister-in-law. Mike said, that lawyer’s husband, her law partner, then had told him (Mike) that he was sorry; he had told his wife not to get in involved, Dianne had many problems.
I wrote a letter, by hand, to Nelle’s sister-in-law, offering to come to her law office so she could size me up. I heard nothing back. So, I wrote to Dianne, by hand, and told her what you read above about what passed between Mike and the other lawyers. I told Dianne that she was entitled to know what her own lawyers had said about her. I asked, what happened to her, to make her think she was smarter than God? I said, she was not raised that way.
That was the angels’ way of showing me why Nelle and Alice had cut me out of their lives. The real reason. Their mother. I already knew my father’s second wife was why he would not see me.

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For a fact, angels do not think and do things like human beings. This unfolding story is being told and experienced by me just as the angels arranged for it to be told and experienced.

For a fact, there are no fig leaves in the Kingdom of God, nor any secrets.

On same topic, Key West amigo Bob Kelly replied to this

I descended into hell last night. Am still down there. Will I rise out of it today, tomorrow, the third day? I have no clue. That, too, is poetry.

in the recent  life is poetry, poetry is life, some of it is roses, and some of it ain’t  post at this website.

… and on the *third* day he rose again, in fulfillment of the scriptures……

Today is the third day.

Oldest first cousin, Leo Bashinsky, whom I saw on Alice’s Facebook page, also replied to the life is poetry post:

Bash-Enjoyed your poetry post. Thought I’d share one of my haiku poems.

Coming Home

Fallen ginko leaves
Cover my parents lawn like
Golden memories

I have many memories about my family; some are golden, some are terrible, some are in between.

As I recall the Gospels, the rebel Jesus walked away from his human family, and had his disciples do likewise.

As I recall the Gospels, the rebel Jesus said of his mother and his brothers, that his mother and his brothers were those who did the will of God.

I be darned if I know what is God’s will for me in this truly painful situation. What I do know is, I am doing my darndest to follow the angels’ leads, because this sea is way too deep and the currents are way to strong and crossing for me to navigate by my own wits.

Well, here’s the story about Jordan’s entry into this life.

I was living in Colorado. Nelle’s pregnancy was past term. I told my somewhat mystical wife, Betty, the baby had not come because I was not ready for it to come. Betty gave me one of her, oh brother!, looks.

I heard from Nelle that her doctor was going to induce labor if she did not deliver within 2, maybe 3, days. Maybe a day or two passed. I dreamt in a nap of seeing the back of a huge angel, with wings. In front of the angel was a red sky and uncountable smallish black darting creatures flying everywhere. From the angel were launched rainbows and balls purple balls at the dark flying black creatures, which were dispersed. The red sky let.

I awoke. The phone rang. John, telling me Nelle had just delivered my first granddaughter. I told John  what I had just dreamt, and what I had told Betty a just few days before. John said, that was interesting.

I did not drive to Columbia to see them just then. A few months passed. I dreamt twice in one week of Nelle dying. I called her, said I was coming to see her. She said, okay. When I arrived, I told her about the dreams. I wept, said I could not stand having another child die. She said, she knew something was wrong when I called her. We started talking. On the third day of my trip, she saw, as did I, two different situations in her life, not related to John, that would kill her soul, perhaps also her body, if she did not deal with them. She dealt with them.

In May 2004, I dreamt twice in one week of Nelle dying. I wrote to her mother about that, and mentioned when that had happened once before. I told Dianne, she needed to have a heart to heart with Nelle, figure out what was killing her. Maybe I screwed up. Maybe I should have written to Nelle.

I told the angels yesterday, it is true, I wasn’t nearly the father Nelle and Alice needed; and it also is true, it seems though me and what I am led to write, the angels are trying to father other people.

sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com

 

perspectives are sort of like opinions – everyone has them, but the perspectives and opinions I worry about belong to angels of the Lord and their Boss

holy fire

From a dear snowbird amiga going through a serious trial with a granddaughter who has gotten into a heap of trouble

Hi Sloan…..I’ve been reading most of your writings…..very deep and moving…..although I don’t like to hear about you debasing yourself….you are good person and help your friends anyway you can….so don’t talk about past mistakes….whatever they were God forgives so forgives yourself…..In the Four Agreements the first is

Speak with integrity, Say only what you mean (which you do always) but
Avoid using the word to speak against yourself ( so cut it out….it does not help you to think negatively)

and the second Agreement

Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering (so you have done what you can to communicate with your children so now the ball is in their court.

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My thoughts.

It helps me to think realistically.

The perspectives and opinions I worry about belong to angels of the Lord and their Boss.

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Dear Wisconsin amigo Mark keeps after me to remain positive, hopeful, re outcome with my daughters.

He wrote yesterday:

Very very glad you are making another attempt at contact and hope both ladies recognize the importance.

Though I’m a Badger (noun), I will not badger (verb) you on this anymore… Ha Ha

I am praying on this, hoping for God as matchmaker and mediator…

Think positive thoughts…

Mark

I replied:

I was sure my father and I would somehow make peace before he left his life; didn’t happen. After that, I stopped being sure about such matters.

Given the hell I am experiencing internally, there is great evil afoot here. Perhaps what I sent to my daughters, tailored to each of them, will sneak in and get a response. The design was clever, it will be tough for them not to respond. I give credit for the design to the angels; they put the thoughts into my noggin, and then followed through with dreams.

So, I know the angels are pushing this, meaning, I also know there is no way for me to know if there will be responses and/or what they will look like.

I’ve been badgered before by dear friends about this subject; I’m used to it.

What I still don’t get is why the angels waited until now to get involved? Maybe time has become of the essence. Maybe I’m leaving this life soon comes to me as a reason for the angels now getting involved. Maybe there’s another time reason.

The angels taught me brutally, everything is open-ended, don’t make predictions, don’t make plans, just do what is in front of me and deal with whatever happens.

I’m still ambivalent. But for the angels’ intervention, I would not have written the letters. I would be right where you found me when you came to visit.

Mark replied:

I don’t know about the angels, but I do know that when I sense someone hurting for reasons WAY too abstract and difficult for me to comprehend, I spring into action… I sincerely hope that the ladies will recognize it is time to know their father. It is time to forgive and establish relations with one who loves them dearly, despite any mistakes made during more youthful times.

You have more to do and give in this lifetime and there is joy and happiness to be found. Carrying the weight you do is backbreaking labor and one of the reasons I suggested some exercise regimen. Whether Tai Chi, yoga, biking, hikes instead of walks, etc. You said “it’s not helped in the past but “don’t give up, don’t ever give up”. You played a lot of golf, racketball, paddled, etc. 70 is nothin’! In fact, I like to think of it as “the new 50”;) Hang in there my friend… with positive thinking good things can and will happen.

I replied:

Probably, you would have gone to the emergency room last night, if you were in my skin. There, you would have been put on drugs, to relax you. Narcotics, probably. You cannot comprehend what it’s like living in my skin, Mark. The angels came up with the most difficult issues for my daughters to ignore. It was cold-blooded. I’ve seen the angels do that many times with people I know, using me to do it. In this case, with my own daughters. The angels had me do it several times each with my father, his second wife, my brother, my sister, close friends. It’s very familiar to me. You will never wrap your mind around this, Mark, because you do not know the terrain though fired-hardened experience; you have never been run by angels you knew were running you, and you knew there was no getting out of it. You do not understand karma. You are right, with God all things are possible. But what God makes possible, which otherwise is not possible, is not our call. I did what the angels told me to do. I am being chewed up inside over it. The Evil in it is horrific. I have to be very careful to stay under the angels’ protection. The ball now is in my daughters’ court. I’m being redundant.

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Mark and his wife both came to me in dreams last night. I was shown to go with his wife in this post today. That is, go with the feminine, which is what this is all about when you get down to the bottom of it. The feminine way, the feminine issues, the people involved, etc. The masculine way is to try to make something happen. The masculine way is destroying people, humanity and this planet, because it is not moderated by the feminine way. In the religious tradition of Mark’s Roman Catholic wife, the feminine way was modeled by Jesus, and he was led by The Holy Spirit, the female side of God. After Jesus left his disciples, they received the female side of God at Pentecost. Only then did they become men in the spirit sense; before that, they were squabbling unruly unreliable spiritual juvenile delinquents.

Related Facebook chat yesterday in the Mystics, Madmen & Muses open Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/223333164480200/?fref=ts

Sloan Bashinsky
life is poetry, poetry is life, some of it is roses, and some of it ain’t, www.goodmorningbirmingham.com today, 5/9/13

John Q Smith
I like reading your works in reverse.. you know from the bottom up… may I suggest to keep on keeping on.. and I to will follow my own advice.

John Q Smith
oh and thank you for the Mocking Bird Analogy to Poetry it fits me to a tee… a hint on daughters.. mother dearest may have whispered in ear… just a guess mind you.

Sloan Bashinsky
excellent guess, I have written the same several times.

John Q Smith
See if I read your work from the end to the beginning I know where you are coming from.. Versus where you are to. I hope we can keep thinking …. at the risk of sounding redundant .. I came up with a quaint little ditty a few years ago “We are victims of our Conditioning and Programming” so whatever your daughters had pounded into them … I guess that is the million dollar question.. Why is it that generally in this society.. Kids don’t return the good doings of the parents.. and are shuffled off to Buffalo.. (The old folks park) there is a lot of undoing that may need to take place in our Thinking.. That is my guess. And I thank you Sloan.. I find your work insightful .

Sloan Bashinsky

Angels riding me 24-7, 365, now going in 26th year, brings heaps of insights, but I didn’t turn invisible yet like what happened in The Celestine Prophesy to that one fellow toward the end of the book; no, like the author, who also was from Birmingham, who made heapum wampum off that book with some help from Rubert Murdock and getting his face splashed as “The Celestine Prophet” on the face of Time Magazine, remained in plain view, which caused me to think maybe the author had not had all the insights yet about which he had written, the last of which would render him invisible to others who had not had the full course of insights. Dreams last night pointed me toward including yours and mine here and above in today’s follow up to yesterday’s at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. I named today’s “perspectives and opinions, everyone has them, but the perspectives and opinions I worry about belong to angels of the Lord and their Boss.” Their perspective agrees with yours above, they told me same several times past.

sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com

 

life is poetry, poetry is life, some of it is roses, and some of it ain’t

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As I drove up to Coco’s Kitchen on Big Pine Key last night to have dinner and talk with someone other than my half feral rat cat, Miss Kitty, I ruminated on a conversation I’d had the other night at Coco’s with friends who live on No Name Key.

One of them asked if I knew how many people read my daily posts on my websites. I said I had no clue and it didn’t matter because I had to publish regardless of how many people were reading it. I said, in the past, I’d had two different people, one after the other, do the mechanics on my websites, and each of them furnished me monthly reports on my website activity. The first fellow’s reports were pretty encouraging. The second fellow’s were really discouraging. He was in the business, the other fellow was really only in it for his own website, so the second fellow was far more experienced. He said the reports the other fellow had sent me were not reliable, and the reports he was sending me were. I said his reports showed no economic reason to even have my websites; it was for another reason.

After telling the No Name Key family all of that, I told them sometimes someone I know know, or don’t know, comes up to me and says he/she reads my websites daily. That had happened just a few days before when I was down in Key West. I said Todd German sometimes tells me that he was talking to someone unnamed and that someone mentioned having read my post that day. Todd says he continues to be amazed at who and how many people apparently read my posts. But it doesn’t matter, I published daily what I am given to publish regardless of who reads it.

On writing, received this by email yesterday from a fellow up in New England responding to a fairly old post: slimy yellow journalism with patches of Key West blue, AKA the pen is mightier than the sword, thus the sword defends the pen

“The ink is mightier than the pen!”

To which I replied:

Once upon a time, this fell out of me:

He is the paper,
The ink his blood,
The pen his soul,
The poet is God.

He is but a crooked hose
through which living water flows,
First to straighten him out,
Then to water a few other
birds of the air
and some lilies of the field.

I bawled my guts, heart and eyes out.

He replied:

I like it.

Then, this came right into my email account:

Does poetry make life worth living?
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Does Poetry Make Life Worth Living?

Poet Kenneth Appleton Says Yes With

The Examined Life: From Close Up to Abstract

Socrates observed, “An unexamined life is not worth living.”

Taking the philosopher at his word, poet Kenneth Appleton has collected his thoughtful works under the title, The Examined Life: From Close Up to Abstract.

The new volume has just been published by The New Atlantian Library, an imprint of Absolutely Amazing eBooks.

As Appleton says in a poem titled “Life’s Essence”:

        “If you skip along

         life’s surface

         do you still know

         who you really are?”

He would argue that’s why one should examine his or her life, in order to know who you really are.

Here you will find more than 40 magical poems, grouped under headings that define the span of a lifetime: The Individual, Life and Nature, Dreaming, Death, Society, and Philosophical.

Kenneth Appleton says, “I grew up in Appleton, Wisconsin, a medium sized city, as the middle kid in a family of five siblings. From an early age I was drawn to the interests of science, science fiction, and fantasy books. I remember well spending hours reading the encyclopedia set we had. I also developed an unfortunate habit of taking electronic things apart to see how they worked and then not being able to put them back together again. I loved climbing trees with my younger brother and generally exploring in the woods. When my mom got remarried  and we lived in the country we had a whole five acres back yard with a small woods to play in. For awhile after High School I worked at various entry level jobs that did not really satisfy me. Feeling sort of aimless I signed up for the Navy.”

After his enlistment, he attended college on the G.I. Bill, then settled down in Green Bay where he found a community of kindred souls, a circle of friends who liked to talk about philosophical and political topics. “I started writing poetry as a way to express my opinions,” he recalls. “I saw another side of writing – as listening for and preserving great ideas that come from outside. I have since struggled to reconcile that with the desire to get the ideas and opinions inside me down on paper.”

The result is The Examined Life: From Close Up to Abstract.

“This is an amazing first volume,” noted Hollis George, editorial director of The New American Library. “The use of language is sensitive and expressive. It cries to be shared.”

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“From the beginning of time, poetry has been a means for people to express their deepest emotions and create healing in ritual and ceremony,” observed Phyllis Klein in her study, The Therapeutic Benefit of Poetry. Poems have also been viewed as carriers of messages from the unconscious to the conscious mind. Wherever people gather to mark a moment, they speak from heart to heart, with poetry.”

With that in mind, join Kenneth Appleton in this sharing this message from the heart, The Examined Life: From Close Up to Abstract.

There was a time in my life, different times actually, when reams of verses poured out  of me; deep, emotional, not even of this world verses. Then, the time/season for that ended. That was about when I knew for a fact that all of life is poetry, if you see life genuinely. Everything is a poem, or a stanza in a poem, if you see life genuinely. Not all poetry is lovely, uplifting; some poetry is anything but lovely, uplifting. Poetry is life, reality, raw, genuine. Poetry has no bounds, nor any fences, nor any rules. Poetry simply is.

Poetry was explained to me in this way, in 1991.

I happened upon a mocking bird

singing its fool head off.

I asked it how and why it sang,

But all it did was look ahead,

all it did was sing.

It never turned to see if I was watching,

Or listened for money jingling in my pockets,

Or asked if I liked its music,

Or expected a recording contract -

It was too busy singing

to pay any attention to me,

And thus I learned

the greatest sin of all

is to kill a mockingbird.

The later paper, ink, pen season brought this addendum to what poetry is:

Who invented the rule that poetry must rhyme, have pentameter, be cast into verse? Yes, please tell me who invented that silly rule? Surely is wasn’t the maker of the first stone – otherwise there’d be no stones to break all those slaving rules!

Another poetry description came even later during the paper, ink, pen season:

Earth,

The sacred prisim

through which souls are refracted

into their elemental parts,

Purified in Holy Fire,

Then one-forged and sent on their way

to not even God knows where,

Simply because they are all

unique emanations of God,

Evolving …

I recited those and quite a few other soul poems at Key West poetry readings and workshops, many times. I finally quit attending such events, because the other poets  and I were in different dimensions.

I wrote this yesterday to my dear old friend Mark, from Wisconsin, who stayed a couple of days with me recently, some of which time together, and his and my discussions about  my and my daughters’ estrangement, I shared in several posts on this website. All poetry, to me.

Hi, Mark – updating you, today I wrote to Alice [my younger daughter, the eye surgeon] after a dream with you in it, trying to tell me something I still needed to do. I was already pondering it.

I told her I hoped she is doing okay, I see some of her comings and goings on line. Same as opening to Nelle [Alice's older sister] letter. But instead of asking for childhood photos, I said my old eyes are wearing out and I need advice re laser surgery. (abbreviated)
Then I told her I appreciated her coming to me in dreams not infrequently with advice on other matters, and that I love her, and signed it Daddy.
Driving home, after turning onto Grand Street where I live, I realized too late a small turtle was in the road and I crushed it. Turtle was my nickname for Alice when she as a kid, because she was so slow about doing things some of the time. I did not take that as a good omen, me crushing that turtle.
Then took my third nap today, since rising this a.m. A three nap day means super heavy spirit load. Weird dream, couldn’t get an outboard motor to start to head toward my father’s home down here, when he still owned it. Then another maybe more helpful dream.
You probably will  never understand this, Mark, but nothing works for me the way other people think it should work. I am on an entirely different program, which does not blend well, if at all, with ordinary, traditional, mainstream, etc.
Whatever, the ball is now in their court. I have no expectations. I won’t be surprised if I hear from them, or if I don’t hear from them. It’s just another work assignment for me. If it turns out warm and fuzzy, great. If not, I’m used to it.
Sloan

Mark replied:
Sloan:
 
Feel bad for the turtle, but he should have known better than to step out onto the road when a guy who needs eye surgery is rolling through the neighborhood;)  Notice I’ve increased font size for your benefit?  Nina had Lasik and is pleased with the results.  The cost of Lasik surgery has come down dramatically.  (few thousand bucks total for both eyes)  If you’d like, I can help you out with it…  Local wildlife would probably appreciate it too…
 
I’m glad you reached out to Alice and hope for reconciliation to occur. I see communication as one of the biggest problems mankind has…  Let’s hope the time is right for Alice (and then Nelle) to recognize that they need Daddy and he needs them.  Gotta run to a soccer game of Lydia’s.  High School, not Club…
 
All the best and thinking positive thoughts…  Always…
 
Mark

I replied:
Unfortunately for the turtle, I was preoccupied. I see pretty okay at a distance with glasses, which I wear all the time except when I’m sleeping. Read okay, too, if font not too small. I can read 10 point, but not for extended period of time. I can read most novels in regular print, if font not too small. Right eye weaker than left, both eyes farsighted and both have astigmatism. Am using probably strongest progressive lenses the local optometrist can prescribe. Most likely, would have to go to Miami for eye surgery, as  the one local eye surgeon retired last year. Your offer to help with eye surgery kind, don’t see it happening anytime soon. Now is waiting time. When I ran over the turtle, I was bitching to the angels about how in the past anytime I tried to spend time with my daughters, be a good father, I felt especially bad, there was no incentive. I write to them yesterday and today, and feel worse than the Saturday afternoon you were here and we didn’t go fishing. It will be what it will be, I will engage anything that comes back to me, as led by the angels. This is far too deep for me to navigate by my own wits, as how it went the past few days amply demonstrated.

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In my spirit code, the right side is the male side, left the female. My left eye sees a lot better than my right eye. My left eye has seen better than my right eye since I first was tested and was prescribed eye glasses, when I was in law school and all that reading was causing my eyes to water and burn. That’s when I learned I was far-sighted, years before astigmatism was diagnosed. My mother had terrible astigmatisms, blind as a bat without her glasses. I still can see okay at a distance without glasses, just not fine details, like a bonefish in the water 40 yards away. Like the speed limit on a sign on US 1 100 yards away. I probably could drive okay without glasses, but I don’t do it. I don’t need glasses to eat, talk to people across the table, but I wear them anyway.

Whatever, this entire thing Mark unleashed when he visited and started lobbying me to do something about my and my daughters’ relationship is a poem.

Time will tell if there is something right in front of my nose about my daughters and me, which I am not seeing. If there is, that, too, is part of the poem. If not, that also is part of the poem.

If I knew what lies between my daughters, what turned them against me, I would try to do something about it. But I don’t know what it is, and they know I don’t know. I never stopped loving them, and I never will stop loving them. But I will not chase them, I will not stalk them. If they don’t want me in their life, that, too, is poetry.

I descended into hell last night. Am still down there. Will I rise out of it today, tomorrow, the third day? I have no clue. That, too, is poetry.

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

62 children meet aliens in Zimbabwe … Prometheus rising?

chidren meet aliens

Recent frolic and mischief at the Mystics, Madmen & Muses open Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/223333164480200/?fref=ts

this is oldish news, but i just found it today and am anxious to share it in a way that may garner discussion instead of ridicule.
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread156531/pg1&flagit=156531#
62 children meet aliens in Zimbabwe?, page 1

www.abovetopsecret.com

Brigitta Amaryllis given this, sloan, it looks like you are right. we probably are doomed and we’ll have no one to blame but ourselves.
Sloan Bashinsky First I’ve heard of this. I told Willow in private chat a while back that it would take something like a space ship landing on the White House lawn and aliens coming out and explaining things to the President and other US honchos, one would hope FOX and CNN both got invited with their cameras, to turn America and humanity around. Willow disagreed. She said humans can get there by changing their own consciousness. She cited Eckhart Tolle (spelling?). I said I hoped she was right, but I would not be holding my breath. I see far too much in my line of work, I absorb far too much poison in different human “systems”, to think humanity is not devolving spiritually and otherwise, its scientific feats, perhaps rudimentary to aliens, notwithstanding. I have been asked and poked too many times by angels about humanity on this world, to think the angels see a bright future for humanity on this world. I also am of the view that this world can take care of herself, if she wishes to do that. She can shake all of us off like fleas, or drown us, or burn us up, or freeze us, if she wishes to do that. Even so, humanity indeed is destroying the surface ecosystem, which to me indicates the state of the species’ internal ecosystem, its subconscious. I wonder why the aliens appeared to children who had no influence, instead of the the American Congress, the British Parliament, National Public Radio, CNN, FOX, etc.?
Sloan Bashinsky P.S. I have seen a space ship, and when I asked the people with me to look up at it, and the circus tricks it was performing above us, they would not look up.
Brigitta Amaryllis out of the mouths of babes…
Brigitta Amaryllis have you ever been so mad at someone about something they did to you that explaining it to them would just cause further insult and injury to the matter. “oh, you should just tell them” others say. why? why when they know damn well what they have done? so instead you go sideways with the matter, in the hopes that they will see what you mean and go, “oh shit, i’m so sorry, what a dumbass i’ve been”. that’s what these aliens are doing. they are going at an angle so they are not adding insult to the injury and so that we ask ourselves, “what have we done”.
Brigitta Amaryllis very fearful people. that is another reason why exposure to children. they tend to lack the fear that dictates so many of humans decisions about things like looking up.
Brigitta Amaryllis a few months apart, a friend in austin and i saw the same strange orange lights in the sky (doing circus tricks). when he went home, his girlfriend poo-poo’ed the whole thing. a few months after that, she claimed to not even remember him coming home and being so freaking excited about what he saw. fear not only dictates our actions, but what we choose to remember as well.
Sloan Bashinsky When I saw the space ship overhead, I was with my then wife, her son (age 10) and a friend, about my wife’s and my age. The friend was classically trained in clinical social work, had taught psychotherapy to psychiatrists in medical school. He had no mystical inclination, but he had told me I needed to read about St. John of the Cross, after I had told him many stories of my not of this world experiences. My wife also was classically trained in clinical social work, but she also was a budding mystic, and she was a student of Dora Kalff, founder of Sandplay Therapy, who classified herself as an esoteric Christian. When I first started having experiences with ETs, my wife was with me. She was aware of that presence; and it freaked her out. We were in Zurich, Switzerland, where Dora lived, staying in a flat Dora had arranged for us to rent near her home. Betty was there for a Sandplay training. The last day we were there, Dora took us to lunch, and I asked her if she had ever encountered ETs in her Sandplay work or otherwise? I figured she probably had. But the way she answered was interesting. She said when the Dalai Lama, who was her good friend by then, came to see her the first time in Zurich, when she showed him her Sandplay room, where she had the sandtrays and all the miniature objects on bookshelves for her clients, adults and children, to use to make sand pictures in the trays, to work out symbolically their soul/unconscious troubles, he looked at her and asked, “And what kind of pictures do people who were not born on this planet make in the sand?” She looked me dead in the eye, said, “The Tibetans know many things they do not say.” End of discussion about ETs with Dora. To be continued.
Sloan Bashinsky My wife, to be at that time, was freaked out by what Dora had said to me, perhaps she expected Dora to put it to rest, but Dora did just the opposite. So, flash forward a few years, to when this space ship was hovering overhead and my now wife would not look up and was ridiculing me, along with her and my classically trained clinical social worker friend and her son, my stepson, for telling them to look up and they would not look up. I knew why the two adults would not look up, they were terrified of what they would see. Simple as that. For it was there for them to see. That night, the boy came to me privately and asked me if I really had seen a space ship doing tricks? I asked if he had ever known me to make up a story about something? He said no. I said, the whole thing had been arranged for him to see it, he was starting to accept and use some of what I was being taught. I said, he did not look up because he was afraid of what his mother and her and my older friend would say to him. He said yes, that was why. I said, I bet he would look up the next time something like that happened. He said he would. Far as I know, nothing like that happened again. He is a member of this group, I don’t know if he reads the posts or not. More coming.
 Sloan Bashinsky The reason I told Willow it would take something like ETs landing in their space ship on the White House lawn, and them getting out of it and explaining things to the honchos, was because that would not be something that could be swept under the rug, or phoo phoo-ed like the African appearance to young children. At least, not if it got on national TV. Yes, it would create mass panic in much of humanity. Perhaps worse than mass panic. Religions would be upended. Governments would be rendered minute. Humanity would no longer be viewed as “the dominant species.” A few demonstrations by the ETs might add to the impact, say, they vaporize the Washington Monument, an obvious phallic symbol, with a particle beam (ray gun), and explain the reason they did that was because America, and humanity, are far too impressed with masculine energy and ways and far too unimpressed with female energy and ways. Also, to demonstrate that the ETs can do just about anything they want to do on this world, if they are so inclined. Maybe they also turn on their space ship’s shield and shoot the particle beam at it, to demonstrate it will bounce off and strike, say, the Vietnam War Memorial and vaporize it, with an explanation that they just released the tortured souls of those thousands of needlessly killed young men in a testosterone driven made up war which destroyed America’s soul and led to later made up wars in which America tried to atone for losing in Vietnam, albeit not knowing that was the driving force. Then, the ETs suggest to the American honchos, on national TV, maybe they and the rest of the government leaders and religious leaders in America and in the world need to get their acts together, if they don’t want further demonstrations by the ETs, or by Mother Earth, whom they also want to help. But mostly, they came to try to help the humans, since they are sound asleep and Mother Earth knows exactly what is going on. Starting to sound like a screen play script, isn’t it? But I’m dead serious, even as I would be surprised to see anything like that happen.  Perhaps because humans would try to figure out a way to make it into something else, or they would circle the wagons and try to build star wars defense systems for real. Etc. Etc. Would be interesting to be around for something like that, though. Think of the new religions that would form. The new movements. The, well, PANDEMONIUM.
Sloan Bashinsky To stir the soup a bit more, many years ago now, a member of this group agreed to let me practice craniosacral therapy on him, which I was learning after graduating from the Santa Fe massage school he and I had attended. While lying on his back on my massage table, he went into a trance and said he was leaving this solar system, headed far far away. He was in another distant solar system, he was entering its sun, there were aliens in there, he was with them, he started shaking, then he went into a grande mal seizure on the table, which lasted maybe five minutes, as I simply held on to him, not having a clue what to do otherwise. They never said anything about anything like that in the crainiosacral trainings. Finally, the seizure began to subside, the violent shaking ended. He said, “Sloan, all hell is going to break loose on this planet (Earth).” I don’t forget things like that, I wonder how they will play out, I figure not like some Bible prophet might predict; and not how some New Age prophet will predict, either. Like anyone I know has a clue what will happen tomorrow, or in the next five minutes.
Brigitta Amaryllis i think, perhaps, all hell has already broken loose on this planet.
Sloan Bashinsky Indeed is has. 70, perhaps I will be spared the reckoning. Perhaps even my daughters will be spared it, although their chances are less than mine. Their children’s chances are even less. I have a very dear friend a few years older, a staunch conservative, M.I.T. PhD grad, engineer, inventor, hates Obama, hates terrorists, loves US military might. I told him I’m so far left that Obama is a Nazi. Yet we agree, USA is broke and it’s just a matter of time until the wheels fall off the train, and we both hope we aren’t here for it. When a Democrat who promised hope and change got elected President, and then he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize while waging the two incredibly stupid ruinous wars of his Republican predecessor, you know all hell has broken loose on this planet.

 

 

love and detachment – a father’s dilemma

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I wrote in the “sexually transmitted disease” – the sins of the mothers and the fathers go down their bloodlines 3-4 generations post at goodmorningbirmingham.com of my great disappointments as a father. As the day wore on, I realized what I had written mostly was about the full weight of my karma for having molested my younger sister when she was 5 and I was 15. My son, daughters’ older brother, died of sudden infant death syndrome. My physical health was suddenly destroyed about two years after my son died. The illness, which even then I knew was a God thing, wrecked my life, including my marriage, my relationship with my daughters, my career and even my later marriages.

As those realizations came to me, the horrible poisoned feeling in my organs and body fluids moved though and out of me, down the commode. My spirits began to lift somewhat, even as I continued having trouble getting my television fixed. The day before, the video portion quit working, but the sound worked okay. I knew I was not seeing something I needed to see. I knew there still was something I was not seeing, which I needed to see.

Then, amiga Hope of Birmingham responded to the sins of the mothers and the fathers post:

Sloan, today’s post is very heavy. I am trying to process it but this will probably take a long time. I had read some of it in previous posts but putting it all in one hits hard. Hope

I replied:

Hi, Hope -

Yeah, heavy for me, too. Alas, it is the terrain I was taken into many years ago, and sometimes threads comes back around. Last night in my sleep, I saw my daughters’ old baby sitter, who lives near Birmingham now, and she said to me, “If you don’t do it, you will never preach again.” Putting that together with several other dreams from last night left me convinced what I had written yesterday, and what I had written nearly two weeks ago, with Morticia of Locust Fork, was ready to fly. I knew back then the Morticia part would fly eventually, because of a dream. Just not when. Holding something like the Morticia part of today’s post inside of me for that long is very rough on me. The physical load seems to be lifting pretty well today. But that’s in passing, if history is reliable, something else will come in soon enough; and I’m still sitting on something really heavy which ended just before the dialogue with Morticia,which I felt I was going to publish.

This political stuff I write into is not what I was trained to do and to speak to. It was added on later, as I described in today’s post, when I was on the bus from Los Angeles to the Keys in 2000. Before that, it was far more like what I wrote today on the Birmingham website. As time passes, I see some things a little differently, or a little more of the details. Imagine me sitting in a St. Luke’s Sunday school class telling some of these stories. I did that in 1998-1999, but very toned down, and even then most of them were freaking out. I met quite a few times with John Claypool in his office, and we had some interesting conversations I doubt he passed along to many people, maybe to his wife. Even with John, I had to be very careful what I said and what I didn’t say. People just can’t grok someone saying he used to be pretty normal, then he started having direct dealings with beings who do not live on this planet and nothing was ever the same again, and his way of looking at things changed completely. Weird, there are stories in the Bible of that happening to people, but that seldom goes anywhere when I mention it to people who wear the Bible on their sleeve.

Hope all going well with you, given time, gravity and life’s servings.

Sloan

Note: John Claypool was St. Luke’s rector. St. Luke’s is my sister’s church. St. Luke’s was my mother’s church, in which my sister, my brother and I were christened. I was forced through confirmation. I refused to be forced to be an acolyte. I left that church in my late teens, but I went back to it for a couple of years starting early 1998. Then, I was moved to churches without walls or definition. Then, I wondered when was I ever not in church?

Later same day brought this email from Wisconsin amigo Mark, who recently stayed with me and about whom I wrote in the the scientist, the evangelist, the mystic – and attention deficit syndrome, religious fanaticism and most other human ailments cure – the Holy Ghost (aka the feminine) post:

Hey Sloan. I don’t read your posts daily and had no idea the first one re: sexually transmitted disease involved family matters, but after reading I am glad I was led to open it. This simple minded Yankee cannot begin to process all that you wrote, but for me the bottom line is that the past is the past and only the present and future matter. There may be many scars and you have beaten yourself up more than any human deserves. Foremost, I am glad our discussion regarding Nelle & Alice is still with you. Regardless of the past and as the father of 2 young ladies myself, I still hope you can make peace and reestablish a loving relationship with them. It’s important. When I told you this, you said “they are both grown women and the balls in their court” since your sense was they rejected you at your father’s funeral. I don’t buy for a minute that the ball’s in their court, regardless of what the angels are telling you. I’m no angel, but God did send me just as he sent them to counsel you. Please listen to your heart. It is not whole without having a relationship with those who you helped bring into this world. Seek them out, listen, speak little, ask and give forgiveness. I know it sounds so simple, but I think your mental horsepower and over-analysis of issues is your Achilles heel at times. I asked if you believed there is a single heaven and you told me there may be multiple heavens. Should that be true, you don’t have an infinite amount of time to resolve your relationship with these ladies. Can they? Sure? Should they? Yes. Can you? Absolutely. Should you? Absolutely! Nobody needs to be a broker or messenger for you in this very important mission for everyone’s benefit. Peace, Mark

After a day and a night of thrashing around, I replied to Mark:

Hi, Mark – Been pondering your comments. I agree, it’s a bad situation. However, after I told you the whole of what had happened at my father’s wake, in 2005 you said there was nothing I could do. My heart does not tell me to do anything. If the angels tell me to do something, I will do it, even if my heart disagrees with the angels. Many times the angels have told me to do things I didn’t want to do, and I have done those things when my heart was not in it. As for forgiveness, I do not ask people to forgive me. I admit my wrong and say I screwed up. Asking for forgiveness puts pressure on the other person. My daughters do not need to ask me to forgive them. They don’t have to apologize. I never stopped loving them. I don’t know what I did, if it was one thing, or several things, which led to them taking the position they took. I told their mother I didn’t know, and she told me it was up to them to tell me. That was in late 2003, when she was hiring lawyers to protect her from me, after I called her to say I was staying in Tuscaloosa with my old canoeing buddy, Michael Cornwell, for a while. I told you about all of that when you were here, and that she is running Nelle and Alice, and I didn’t see anything changing as long as she was alive. Which brings me back to my father’s wake, where she told them it was not okay for them to have a meal with me, if I drove down to Tuscaloosa to see them before they went back to Kentucky, where they then lived. And they looked at me and shrugged. I’m still praying on this. A lot. Sloan

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Mark mentioned Achilles’ heel. During my last phone conversation with my oldest daughter, Nelle, early 2000 as I recall, she told me what was going through her head when she was 5 and darted down a driveway to cross a street in front of an approaching vehicle, a game the kids in the neighborhood played, she said. First I’d heard of that. She didn’t beat the car, it struck her on her bicycle, nearly severed her left leg above the ankle. I flagged down a passing motorist, who drove us to the hospital. The orthopedic surgeon on call came in and sewed her leg back together, said he thought he may have saved her leg. I was in shambles.

I told Nelle, the next day, instead of going to the hospital during lunch, to see her, I went to the YMCA and played 4-wall handball. I was playing very well, and as I set up to take a right hand kill shot from the back court, I felt what I thought was someone step on the back of my right lower leg. I went down in great pain. I looked back, there was no one behind me. I hobbled off the court. By the time I reached my law office, my lower right leg was badly swollen. The next morning I was in the same orthopedic surgeon’s office. He said I had ruptured my Achilles’ heel and Nelle would walk before I did. She walked before I told Nelle, for many years I had thought the reason she was run over by that car was she was trying to get my attention. Get me out of the  YMCA and away from handball. Get me home, with her. She was run over, and I went to the YMCA to play handball. She asked why I did that? I said I was really messed up. It was inexcusable. Nelle became quiet. I asked how she was doing? She said she didn’t know how she was doing, it would take time for her to know how she was doing. Except for a few words at my father’s wake five years later, we have not since spoken or corresponded back and forth.

During that same phone conversation, as I recall, Nelle told me of something going on with Alice and her husband, David, which I knew was very serious and painful for Alice and for David. I wrote to them both. Alice did not like what I wrote, I learned two months later from David, after he left her. I learned of it in Costa Rica, where David “bumped” into me, not having a clue I was in Costa Rica. He was like a son to me. I absolved him, told him to move ahead with his life, I hoped it went well for him. I wrote to Alice and told her what had happened in Costa Rica. I gave her more fatherly advice.

Since then, I suppose I wrote to Nelle, and to Alice maybe a dozen times. Some, what I sent to them was impersonal. “Theological.” Some of it was personal. Nothing came back.

A thought came while I watched a movie on my new Radio Shack television, the old TV was busted, it turned out. Perhaps I could ask Nelle to return my childhood photos of her and Alice, which I had mailed to Nelle in early 2000 to safe keep for me, because I was leaving on an open-ended trip to where I knew not, after giving up my apartment in Birmingham and getting rid of my physical possessions except, it would turn out, clothes I could get into a traveling bag, and credit cards and my driver’s license and passport. First stop outside USA was Costa Rica. Last stop was Key West, via South Africa, Mauritius, India, Tokyo, Hawaii.

Then, I thought, I really didn’t want the childhood photos back. I wanted my daughters back. Or did I? I wasn’t sure. I needed to see and feel that ambivalence, be honest about it. And, I needed to be honest about what I was looking at. They are not my daughters, they are God’s. I was just their caretaker when they were young. Not all that good a caretaker.

When I was moved to look up Nelle’s and Alice’s Facebook accounts today, I could get into Alice’s but was blocked out of Nelle’s. I don’t recall ever sending either of them anything by Facebook.

I have an old phone number for Nelle, which I found years ago online but never used it. Maybe it’s still a good number, maybe not. Her wishes seem loud and clear, though. I do not force people I love to do anything. Ever. Period. The end. I’m bawling.

That leaves Alice, the eye surgeon, who told me in a dream about two years ago that she would never leave me. I dream of her from time to time. She helps me see what I am not seeing. Maybe she will come to me in a dream tonight.

The road the angels took me down crushed and destroyed everything truly dear to me. Also crushed were my hopes and dreams. For years, all I do is get out of bed and do what is in front of me, expecting nothing to come from it, enjoying what is enjoyable, while wishing each day is my last.

Mark wants far more than I for me to reconcile with my daughters. Maybe God wants far more than I for that reconciliation to happen. If so, “He” sure has a funny way of going about it.

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Next day, which is today, 7 May 2013.

I dreamt last night of Nelle and a US Post Office. On waking, I felt I should write to her about the childhood photos, if she still has them. As mi amiga Sandy Downs suggested last night, I will say I love her, and sign it “Daddy,” which is what she and Alice used to call me.

After some effort online, I was unable to locate a U.S. Post Office mailing address for Nelle. However, I know where her husband works and can send the letter care of him at his business address.

I heard nothing yet about trying to contact Alice.

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Later today, 7 May 2013.

I was not clear if it was alright to publish the above today, so I took a morning nap, which I do nearly every morning. Dianne, Nelle and Alice’s mother, came in a dream and gave me a hand-made shirt that would not shrink, for a Tibetan lama. I awoke, thought, hmmm, love and detachment, that sound’s like a Tibetan lama’s path.

I dragged myself out of bed and went online and saw an invitation from Nelle and Alice’s old baby sitter for me to connect with her on Lindkin. The other night, she told me in a dream, if I didn’t do something, I would never preach again. That led to my publishing the prequel to this post at goodmorningbirmingham.com, to which my Wisconsin friend Mark had responded as told further above.

Also in my in box after my nap was this reply from Mark to my email to him yesterday reproduced further above:

Sloan:

I cannot imagine not having contact with my girls and know it has taken a toll on you. I think the saying “time heals all wounds” has some truth to it, IF there is reflection during the time. God knows you probably reflect on this wound every hour of every day. Perhaps they are doing the same… If you can listen to one man’s message, I can’t help but offer Jimmy Valvano’s famous speech where he said the famous words “Don’t Give Up, Don’t Ever Give Up”… Here is the abridged and full speech.

Abridged:            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIr1VrgZHd0

Full Speech:       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuoVM9nm42E

I hope with all my heart that you can have a presence in your girls life and they in yours. Life on earth is so short, there is not enough time to accomplish everything, but if you can touch them again I am confident it will be one of the most important things you do for everyone. They are your legacy, and need you more than you or they know…

As I told you, I consider you one of the most important people in my life, someone who has provided interesting perspectives and advice on many issues. I thank you for our friendship and only hope that I can give back a few % of what I have gained from you.

Love and Peace,

Mark

Actually, the only toll of which I am aware comes when I am leaned on by other people to do something about the situation with my daughters. Otherwise, I seldom think of it, although sometimes I have an emotional dream about them. Even so, the nap dream and what followed looks to me like very strong indication that I should not to shrink from, but I need to publish this father’s dilemma post today, and I should not to shrink from, but I need to write to Nelle. Perhaps I will tell her of this post and the prequel post. I haven’t gotten that far with this yet.

I learned long ago, in the spirit world people tend to relate very differently with each other from the way they relate on this world. Dianne sometimes has come to me in dreams in the past with helpful messages. I wonder why she, and the angels, have waited so long to tell me to do this? All the other times when friends leaned on me to do something about it, Dianne and the angels were silent. When the angels are silent, that means straight up they are okay with my position.

I replied to Mark:

Hi, Mark -

You have confederates in this endeavor, which becomes evident as you near the end of today’s post at goodmorningbirmingham.com, which you should be able to reach by clicking on this link: love and detachment – a father’s dilemma
 
Thanks, although peace, in the feel good sense, is not a part of this for me at this time. Peace, in the feel good sense, is not part of much of what I experience.
 
Sloan

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