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To the College Class of ’21!

To the College Class of ’21:

From C. Jenny Walbridge

Peace doesn’t come from quietude,

From standing like a tree.

Creation is its action mood,

So set the spirit free!

Your lives may well create the first experience of all humans aware of each other at the same time.  Nobody knows what this will exactly mean; nobody can see it.  But the future must be incredibly beautiful and emotionally moving, this creation of yours.  I can hear it echo in the heart songs of all of us Earthlings today.  Writer Pearl S. Buck said, “All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now” (in A Bridge for Passing).

I have some suggestions for you guys, based on my experiences as artist, mentally ill person, feminist, anthropologist, music lover, American and Earthling for 55 years.  Basically, I want you to “Pump up the volume!  Put the needle on the record and dance!  Dance!” as artist M/A/R/R/S urged.  Let Earth evolve in new ways that we can’t necessarily view right now; let these ways be directed by your creative selves becoming healthy.  Art is part of Earth, right?!

My study—I got a Bachelor of Science in Anthropology degree—of other cultures has led me to some of what I think of as useful ideas—the groundwork for happy planetary sharing.  I urge you to learn about the peoples of our planet as quickly as you can, helping folks younger than you to do this, too!  The statements in this speech were largely stimulated by my openness to the other folks of Earth, and their ways.  For example, the Asian belief in harmony of opposites makes sense to me: where “yin” equals feminine, dark and passive and “yang” stands for masculine, light and active; and everything is more or less either one or the other.  In other words, harmony among opposites is different from unity, or sameness all around.  I see that the “world unity” concept that the Baha’i religion believers love to champion as the prerequisite for achieving world peace may be unconsciously challenging to some people: we don’t want part of our identity to be denied, and it seems like some think that “unity,” rather than “harmony,” might hurt us.  

Even in your mind there must be a balance.  My mental illness started when I wasn’t able to embrace the male or yang part of the world because early on, passivity was drilled into me by an intrusive, obsessive-compulsive parent.  I was not able to grow my psychological self, normally, either, because my other parent also made mistakes in raising me.  Talk therapy for thirty years with the same person saved the day, but what a huge investment!  I had to literally learn, as an adult, how to be a member of my society and crazy world.  Resetting my yin and yang balance by learning to embrace the part of the world energy I had unconsciously rejected was necessary for my psychic recovery; this kind of phenomenon will also be a part of the recovery of the rest of the world, I think. 

As a dancer and beginning martial artist—plus a fan of two movement techniques, Alexander and Feldenkrais, as well as soccer—I see that movement is extremely important.  Our Western world is built around sitting—bad deal!  Instead of sitting and driving all the time, then walking with a steady, boring gait, in a straight line, we could use kneeling chairs and have treadmill desks—and dance from here to there!  Can alternatives to Chicago’s deadening public bus and train seats be found?  What about futons, instead of seats, in airplanes?  Skateboarding is a great use of your body—much better than driving; let’s think along these lines, and move from thinking into action, if we want to see scooters and electric bikes for transport, which pollute less, too.  (The latest body technique I know about is Yamuna Zake’s The Foot Fix, which works from the ground up to help us be stable.)

This could be a start to restructuring the globe: each region gets its own Ministers of Movement to help people on the job take care of themselves while working—and to learn to move more joyfully.  Read entertainment of real life, a great reality show for the actors and the watchers and learners (put it on video).  To do these things we must be happy and inspired—possible in a peaceful world. 

Learning how your body likes to interact with your environment gives meaning to life and provides fulfillment when you express yourself.  Doing these movements makes you glad!  Look at other cultures, who use the world in manners different from ours, yet, legitimately, effectively.  China, for example, used to encourage its citizens to exercise together, doing ta’i chi, in the parks, before work.  For them, the individual can have less importance than the group; is this necessarily bad, all the time, just because our nation isn’t that way?  Asking questions like that is what the future needs, as the world becomes smaller and we get to know our neighbors (all other peoples). 

I agree with the Baha’is when they hold that humans have been unready for world peace until today—that we’ve been in a mental stage of adolescence, and are just now becoming adult.  Doesn’t it seem that one reason for this could be that now we have a lot of people living here, so we can communicate more easily?  Additionally, we have technology that we lacked before.  Most important, though, I think we’re mentally ready to grow up.

Natural symbolism can be learned and employed to get control of life, your own included!  Your body remembers what you do with those fingers and where your toes take you.  So maturing means your mental focus goes through several equations.  The first is 1×1=1, the nursing experience, where you are, mentally, part of the breast, to 1+1=2 and 2+2=4, where you start to appreciate another person.  Then, when it’s time to mate, you get into 2×2=4.  When you grow, your two sides and your sets of five fingers and toes have a lot of experiences, and therefore become more important in your mind.  The next equation you unconsciously think of is 5+5=10.  

Because ten uses a one and zero, it reminds computer programmers of the ones and zeros they play with.  Drumming with your hands also makes your body engage in rhythm production.  There are two kinds of beats: one, like a zero, quiet, and the other, like a one, accented.  We want to get out of the fascination with doubling that is stuck in our mind, so we can pass on and get out of our stuckness in the metaphorical metafourical metapausal stage in which we are looking at ourselves, not the world; we can cause our minds to mature.  (We should be eager to get away from the metaphors that are ruining our lives—i. e., “food”; “healthcare”; “school;” “work.”  The fact that these are comparisons, not the real things, is shocking! But we do need to figure out, as a species, what is really healthy food for us, and the same with health care, education, and productive but fun work!)  

We can mature our psychological stage by using our bodies!  We can do this by drumming; playing piano and other instruments, singing, skipping, jumping rope and cartwheeling; shaking hands.  Many other activities can help us ascend, growing into a healthier, saner, more excellent world!  

The next human stage is like a woman’s post-menopausal time of life, when she is done cycling and her period of fertility is completed.  For humans as a group, I call it post-metapausal, because “meta” means “to refer to itself.”  In the post-metapausal stage, the population is coming out of its cocoon and starting to fly around like butterflies.  This can be pictured as the sphere of our planet with erratic lines coming out of it.  The Ages of Humanity

My previous expression, of the fourth age, is a globe with arrows pointed into the center of the planet.  Before that, the third age of language and writing dominance can be illustrated by the circle with arrows curved around it, pointing up and around and then down; this refers to the way language abstracts one’s mind, with rules and loss of freedom; any language except a world language would do this, I would guess.  (The world language could utilize stuff from each current tongue, especially funny expressions and noises.) 

Increasingly faster in our history, this abstraction is being overcome as symbols of harmony are becoming integrated in world citizens’ minds.  I would say that the U. S. is the world site of mental maturing—we speak English, one of the three most-used languages in the world, in talking and writing, research, art, fashion, and advertising, which reach into the minds of many people because of our country’s vast communication resources.  Plus, we are the most immature people in the world, perhaps, or, at least, the most ready to indulge in group growing up, healing from Western cultural injuries.  We have a duty to help the rest of the planet so all can ascend, remembering that every person’s voice is necessary in the playing of “To get her”–the game or song that shows Earth that we understand!

The second age–one of balanced yin/yang-driven evolution–can be shown by a world with continents on it, and an animal which evolved early in the history of the world—a pterodactyl, signifying that the state of yin and yang—their interacting—their balance—has defined our past.  Our recent human adjustment—so painful and ugly, in some places, some ways—has been necessary, like growing pains, but can become a better situation for all beings on the planet. This will occur naturally when humans quit acting like other people and species cannot be trusted.  

And the first stage of humanity, paralleling the life of a single human female, is the birth or Big Bang.  I express it as a circle with arrows pointing away from the center.  In the drawing above it even has a symbol of growth in the middle, signifying life expanding.  

There is a stage after the fifth, the post-metapausal or Quintessence stage.  This is old age, when we return to the Second Age rhythm to stay in this balanced pattern forever.  I drew this by putting the Earth with a rabbit on it (symbolizing animal life of our time) next to the planet with the pterodactyl.  The crisis of human invention—the need for identities of complex technology to be defined, and people, too, to be known as yin or yang—will end, for good.  This situation will never occur again, in the history of the universe.  We’ll just go on rhythmically, with the humans and other species evolving, until the Sun explodes, and the music of the spheres will be soulful forever, assuming all people embrace their soulfulness today.  

Be ready for radical change.  By radical, I mean sudden, just, beautiful, and lovingly-oriented.  You students obviously have the capacity to be inspired!  There is work that needs to be done to save your planet, yet it is play, the best method of fostering creativity, that will get done what needs to be accomplished.  Your mission is to manage the Earth, along with the other humans, using play.  My motto, “If not fun, why done?” refers not to selfishness and greed, but to self-growth, communing and progress.  

I want you to get that there are a lot of poor people in the world.  But in many cases, that’s their only problem.  Here in the U. S. A., we have a bunch of psychological issues too, so it’s not exactly like we’re doing that great.  But I don’t want you to be planning a way to get yourself well-off at the expense of the environment and other people.  (And figuring out a scheme to make sure you’re “comfortable” in a grating and numbing day is not the way to contribute to a happening world!)

Your duty is to listen, be aware of yourself—you awesome hue-min, be-ing!  Other species, along with us, your olders, who have experience on this globe, will help you.  My neuroscientist sister, Julia Mossbridge, has written the book The Calling to guide you.  I can see that the rest, of the planet, is not far away.  Your lives and mine, and our very home, are waiting, hoping you will see the light so we can admit that we now do, too.

That’s right, today we are sick.  I talk to my therapist two or three times a week, and have done this practically my whole adult life; it’s extremely helpful, and I recommend that we Americans train talk, dance, art and physical therapists big time to help us recover from our lack of feminine leadership; poverty; and general malaise. 

So we can take the responsibility to save ourselves, each other, and our home.  We can be in charge.  Or, we can leave it to our “God,” wimp out, and continue ignoring our duty to care for “His Garden.”  

Why not act like we are in love with the world, our home?  You can figure out celebrations for the planet.  Think big!  Don’t let yourself be held back by imitating the Baby Boomers’ generation’s negativity!  Many people would say, you were put on this Earth for a reason; look at Greta Thunberg, the well-known 18-year-old from Sweden who speaks for climate control on a planet with a future, or our own Amanda Gorman, poet extraordinaire, telling it the way it is—with grace and power.

We older people know that there can be lovely experiences here, and we want to secure them for you and the future; we have dignity—we want to feel good about the world we bequeath to you.  How about a new relationship to authority—being it?  Who will act as the superheroes of your age?  How about—every person alive?  You right now should be asking us Generation Xers and Baby Boomers to share with you, for everyone’s benefit.  Instead of chanting “All we are saying is give peace a chance,” not that I disagree with that, but it could be replaced by you singing to everyone, “We are demanding, Get up and dance!” 

To the Class of ’21

To the High School Class of ’21

from C. Jenny Walbridge

I wrote this speech with my “Judgement Free Zone” pen.

It’s from some planet fitness thing.  Now’s when

I’m comin’ from the future, makin’ a stand

Talkin’ of art and healthy in this land,

And sea emocean true.  I notice that you grew

Now, we be needin’ your peace signs, too!

My love life, ‘cause I have dignity,

Depends on you having fun.  Here, see,

This state, this world, where we be living,

You and me.  I’m okay giving,

Though I need you motivated 

To pay attention: you’re not dated.

We can care likewise for Earth

While I’m alive, and give you birth.

Lemme just share a couple things

I found out—they might give you wings!

From an artist these words coming,

Who studied peoples, not be dumbing,

Learning all about the others

In the world, our sisters, brothers.

My life is performance art…

Is yours, too?  That’s a good start!

Using all the rainbow hues—

Love is wise—that’s my good news.

You can make your body wild

Just like when you were a child

But document your progress, so

You can see just how you grow.

A skateboard sticker I have goes,

“GREEN IS GOoD.”  (Seedless should know.)

Not cash green!  I now suggest

We give our nature here a rest:

Each day, dance for all and me—

Surprise us—creativity!

No one needs to waste away.

‘If not fun, why done?’ I say.

Science tells us the best way

Most inventive, now, is play!

Sitting versus dancing, here—

Make the world reject fear!

Our planet wants to be known

As a kind place, be a safe home

To stay and dine, without rapine—

(Grabbing others, saying ‘They’re mine.’)

A-R-T ’s in Earth—so, get it?

Grow up, go save your life with it!

Make some noise with pots and pans—

You can grow some grown-up plans!

Makin’ music—olders like it—

Givin’ hope—don’t drive but bike it.

Get tattoos if you need ‘em, whitey,

Browns, you, too, can be delightey.

What’s the rhythm of the game? 

Lust is love, they are the same.

Appreciation, courtesy,

Are cool—they make humans to be

Friendly, optimistic, free

To help each other up.  You see?

Coming of Age

Coming of Age*

by C. Jenny Walbridge ©2021

Dedicated to Sister Earth and Her Method: Bare Feet.  

*An echo of Baha’u’llah’s wisdom (he was a Baha’i prophet), including poem title

Here we are in Middle Ages,

Bodies bent from mankind’s stages

Ready to move on together,

Weathering the blue world’s tether…

The Planet Earth is art for all,

HumanKind’s task to manage, call

In virtue, create future’s rope

To catch peace with.  Work too much?  Nope!

“Don’t insult me,” says our big rock.

“I give you pears, not just one sock! 

All about meals and safety, I’m

A pleasant place to stay and dine.

“My humans will learn from their try

To interact with a clear eye,

Active from passive, zero/one—

Learning the difference, they’ll have fun. 

“God, Goddess created the folks

Living here—some like eggs, some yolks.  

Transcending their differences

They’ll work together, the fences

“Only scalable when they play,

However!  A conundrum, hey!

Being authority: people

Above the dome, mosque and steeple.

“And, also, starvation just ain’t

Right—I prefer a brighter paint,

And in my world there should be no

Rapine—things seized—to spoil the show.”

Metaphorically, we’re teething:

Virus-tainted, share our breathing;

We’re babies, just learning to stand

Can’t walk, too, in many a land.

Return us to a time when just

All things were dark or light, we’d trust.

Technology, blended gender

Are ours now—but don’t surrender!

I see a pathway in the wood,

A method for ascending—good!

‘Cause progress still sounds great, I know;

All little youngsters want to grow.

I hold that there are stages, too,

Of human psyche—this girl knew,

Could perceive a form, full throttle,

Based upon a female model.

An age of adolescence, true

We can’t do peace, not me and you!*

Immature, we’re not prospering.

How to change the clothes we’re wearing?

Do we need some tool, like a knife

Just for to pass along in life? 

I’m almost post-metapausal

Can all, too, is it unlawful?

Menopause means ceasing cycling

(Ask yourself: you’re done, so why cling?)

Ready to look around, see out—

Try to get connected—and shout!

“Meta” is self-referential,

“Pause it” seems to have potential.

After that stage, in the “post-“,

What can we do to heal the most?

I cannot be fully evolved, 

Until my friends and family—y’all—

Are with me on this journey here—

To coming of age, with no fear. 

As a group we’ve never acted.

All connected, too, contacted

Each at once—experiment—

Who knows?  There could be angels sent!

Post-menopause has for myself

Been Heaven—take play off the shelf

And worry not about babies;

Delightful partner who to tease.

We’ve been through Big Bang, from the womb.

Evolved in Second Age, not soon

Enough, and then learned writing down—

Third Age detoured us with its sound;

We spoke tomorrow, and had kids.

Third Age—Trinity—forbids

Contraception.  World revolved,

 Communication lots.  Got solved

Problems of all sorts.  But today,

Metaphors are holding sway:

“Health care;” “food;” “school;” and “work,” too.

Not what they were.  What can we do?

The peopling of the world has proved

That Earth’s creatures can be quite moved,

So out of Metafour let’s grow—

Or do we want to stay here?  No!

Fake realities—us poor.

“Forth” Age a pun, let’s use that door.

“Metapausal” sees folks suffer;

Would “post-“, in Fifth Age, be tougher?

 How can we procure some fine balm

For the confused threatening of calm?

I suggest we reset at “ten”

With five and two sides, shake—amen!

You know, digital uses all 

Ones and zeros.  We could not fall

In days of yore, when we grew up:

All things like either plate or cup.

A shoe was maybe black, or white—

Easy to lace up for flight.

Inventions, now—even new folks—

Are more complex—we need new jokes!

See, we got stuck in Three and Four—

The language thing.  Not any more.

The human species needs to fly

Out of its cocoons—we can try!

It’s shaking hands, athletics, too—

The medicine for this big zoo.  

Using features, growth continues;

Your hands and feet show what’s within yous.

The goal’s not just to find one dear—

One heart to break, with to drink beer.

It’s better!  Now we live so long—

Sing one, plus at least one more song!

Men and gals, there’s more to do here

Not only making homes, a mere

And cruel prospect for those lots

Whose dalmation dogs have no spots.  

People have come far—we know it.

An Age for every finger—show it!

Walking, typing sums, ovations,

We’ve got the chance: of art creations.

For future, body symbols use.

Let’s do it—simple, not a ruse.

Let’s let those ones and zeros speak

Quintessence, for both strong and meek!

We’ll make some prints of our fine hands—

Feet, too, on Moon and other lands!

First, we start with decorations—

That’s the way to greet the nations. 

Then, to get inspired, we must 

Continue with “In fun, we trust!”

Use mental math: from two times two,

Go on to one and oh—each shoe

Houses a five, the number of

Quintessence, the Fifth Age, of Love!

With computer numbers, we’ll know—

How to knit world peace—be it!  Sew! 

In our heads we clearly can hold

An Earth Who Is Alive—be bold,

Inspiring in planning events—

Celebrations of what?—Good sense!

Some ways to play we can invent!

Around the globe, we’ll have a tent

For learning self-growth tools like craft,

And performance—to let us laugh.

Each color is necessary

To sound a rainbow, you will see.

All people—one voice can’t be gone—

Can play “To-get-her”—that’s our song!

Recall Grauman’s Chinese Theatre,

Prints of hands, and some feet, there were.  

Why not do this on all streets, roads,

Cement and brick, green, for the toads?

To waste our folks, and starve our land,

Well, I ask, Why?  That’s where I stand.

Benign, not be competitive,

Unless you play repetitive 

Games that enrich and grow our world—

To nutrify, just use this pearl!

For globally we need to be,

Without destroying them—us—me. 

We’ll dance the universal tune

On Earth, and maybe on the Moon,

Yang and yin in lovely rhythm,

In harmony—all drum with ‘em.

Our body does include our brain,

So penalty we’ll get for plain

Ignorance of the presence of

Earth’s power—to manifest love!

250th Birthday!

National Endowment for the Humanities: USA’s 250-year Anniversary

Questions at edsitement.neh.gov  Answers by C. Jenny Walbridge

“Q: What does it mean for a union to be made ‘more perfect’?”

A: It means it gets more progressive: more able to adapt, change and grow in the future.  It ensures that there is a future.  Like a couple having children, improving a union lets its members be heard, developing themselves and their legacy: it is the work of life itself.

“Q: What roles do the humanities play in fostering ‘a more perfect union’?”

A: The creative process of the humanities uses play; it enriches and explains—illustrates—ourselves to ourselves, so we can figure out where we are and where to go.  Including anthropology, we can use the humanities to study and see each other so we can reach out and touch and hold hands with each other—for comfort and company, as we try to go forward and ascend!

“Q: What are the roles and responsibilities of citizens and government in a democratic society?”

A: Society means we live near each other/together.  Therefore, we intersect and interact, which means we need each other’s help.  We have sense and can perceive  others’ talents in taking care of us: we need to empower them to meet our needs.  Together we can get work done and enjoy ourselves and each other, too!  

As citizens, we should learn about our own talents so we can help our neighbors (the rest of humans and our home—Earth’s environment).  Citizens must share their joys and sorrows in order for the representatives to cooperate, acting to move things along, getting needs met while enjoying life.  

Democratic government needs to modify itself or be changed from time to time to keep up with differences in needs and conditions, in order to serve the voters and the environment, including children.  It needs to learn who it is serving.  The future should be listened for, and heard!  Education of all community members is thus vital—the old of the potentials of the youth and the young of their elders and their elders’ natures and accomplishments.  

Also, celebration should be a major aspect of the democratic society.  If not fun, why done?

Hiram Walbridge of New York

Link to General Hiram Walbridge’s speech in New York

https://www.loc.gov/resource/rbaapc.32700/?sp=2  This link will take you to General Hiram Walbridge’s 1865 speech which is in the African American Pamphlet Collection of the Library of Congress.  If you go page by page (there are 22 pages), you can use 2 fingers to enlarge the image so you can read it.  

Hiram expresses that the North had a competitive interest in declaring slavery illegal because if they didn’t, other countries, which had already done so, holding slavery as abhorrent, would make commercial deals with the South—if the South outlawed slavery first (see pp. 12-14). Also, he makes some other important points relevant to the current situation in this country. It’s worth reading!

I don’t know whether we Walbridges are relatives of his, though I suggest we claim Hiram as one of our own!

Thriving of HumanKind

inspired by the Baha’i Prosperity of Humankind, by the Universal House of Justice, 1995, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, The Association for Baha’i Studies

by C. Jenny Walbridge, 2021-23 

“Thriving” is better than being “prosperous”—the metaphor is more biologically alive.  And let’s see if we can make ourselves “humanKind” instead of just humankind!  Celebrating the Earth is our future direction: along lines that serve nature & humanKind’s real needs—liveliness and joy!

  1. We are developing in our collective mind, based on the stages of growth of a single human woman.  Right now, we are in stage 4, Metapause, and we need to get to stage 5, Quintessence, for best health. (*see “The Ages of Humanity and Our Future,” Matriotic section of this website)

       a) peaceful human interaction is not yet the norm

       b) when we get to the next, fully globalized stage, that will take care of the future— 1) all will have learned how to have a really good time, including me!  

2. Note: the following is tricky. I wrote it several years ago, but have changed my mind about it. I now think there are lessons learned from patience; forbearance; acceptance; courage; endurance; faith; fortitude; gratitude; hope; modesty; self-discipline; and tolerance, but not suffering. Suffering is not one of the Virtues Project Virtues Cards 100 featured virtues. I originally said, “There will be lessons learned from suffering, which will have its place in our experience of life (like Springtime hunger, injuries, and learning– also a great delight).” Now, I think learning is important, and can happen without suffering. Injuries, I now also suggest, must bring healing or are not fortunate. Yet hunger which is satiated is a profound natural tool.

  1. talk therapy and other therapy will be available for all—and possibly practiced by all
  2. education will be free and pervasive; we will figure out how to let all teach what they can (“Teach and learn diversity at Sidewalk University!”)

How do we get there?

  1. Move the people emotionally and physically using more mature body symbolism*—drumming, other (dance; exercise; work; stretching) movements and rhythms, such as capoeira 
  2. advancing being civil, “work as a form of prayer” (as the Baha’i prophet Baha’u’llah said) and play, too!

However, regarding prayer, I use the spiritual that goes, “Climbing up the mountain, children, /You know I did not come here for to stay/If I never more meet you again, I shall see you at the judgement day!” I alter it to say, “You know I did not come here just to pray…”

  1. The arts!  In the artistic opportunities afforded by this process of change will global re-embracing find its purpose: to discover and dig out channels for creative streams and rivers of heart and mind that will revitalize the minds and hearts of humanKind, so our virtues can flow unimpeded and the future projects of people and planet can be illuminated.

     4.  Minister(s) of Movement will help folks from all cultures live longer and shape up, through tv and in person!  The Ministers’ tv shows will record and catalog their collaboration with workers of today, in order to modify their movements necessary for getting work done, turning it into play.  Robots could be used to take on numbing, bodily-destructive jobs.  Instead, people could work at more creative pursuits discovered and invented through the processes of examining current work movements in current landscapes and systems; jobs will emerge through positive modifications suggested by workers themselves and architects, artists, filmmakers, etc., in order to meet the increased and full potentials of citizens as we are connected to the whole world’s population in powerful but gentle manners —becoming more civil-eyed, advancing civilization in inspiring ways.  The Alexander Technique and Feldenkrais can be utilized to bring more healthy movement to citizens; one result of this would be to prevent obesity and other health problems.  These efforts would foster healthier, happier, more productive workers, as labor and global/community strategies would be redesigned to the ends of joy, pleasure and aliveness! 

  Play is how we do the work we need to do—

  1. “Victoria Concordia Crescit” (victory through harmony, Arsenal English League soccer team’s motto), 
  2. 1) not conflict, but concord
  3. 2) still interacting, though—yin and yang, differing kinds of power
  4. Playing builds health, such as physical development—strength, flexibility, fitness, and
  5. it grows psychological virtues, too!
  6. such as a sense of self-worth, and inner strength, flexibility—for now & for the future, plus
  7. it builds relationships, and 
  8. heals!

  Fair play is pleasurable—as the biological being naturally strives to thrive—or bloom —in the many ways that help her or him to become more alive.  “If not fun, why done?” I ask.  We just need to play “together!” whatever that may be or sound like; I posit that that signifies we work/play “to get Her”—to understand who?  Our planet?  Just guessing.

  The projects that need to be done for us to live in the next stage of maturity need the full rainbow of available bodies and minds to complete—think of playing music—every note is necessary for the full power of the piece to be heard; all people need to play their “instrument.”

  We must find ways to hear the smaller cultures, as Pope Francis suggests in Querida Amazonia, and the poor, in Laudato Si’.  Baha’u’llah suggests a process of “consultation” be used for universal decision-making.  It does not include debate; I have a problem with the no-debate part.  Yet the Baha’i idea that the product of consultation will not belong to any one entity, but the whole group, is worth asserting  (Peace, p. 19).

  Instead of habits or mindsets being updated, they can be completely shared or surrendered through the process of playing and communicating with others from around the world, i. e. while not sitting around in chairs!  

  1. people will learn to live in the present when we all are connected in step with world communicating.  Today, all cultures have some abstraction that prevents fullness of life.  Our minds will change in a healthy way, and life will be more fun, as the weaknesses (or non-living-in-the-present aspects) of everyone’s differently-undeveloped minds are sloughed off.  Then we can let the Holy Ghost tell us what to say in every moment, (Bible, Luke 12:11-12) engaging in movement instead of non-living in the death-state of stasis (The Mystic Spiral, Journey of the Soul, Jill Purce, 1974, NY, NY: Thames and Hudson, p. 21).
  2. Let’s try a world language, using funny and interesting expressions from different peoples, and
  3. How about an Earth flag, on the moon and our planet!?!

  Unity (so important to Baha’u’llah and the Baha’is) will be exhibited by the human species.  This will prove satisfying (fun!), growth-inducing (exciting!) and the most creative (stimulating!) path for all concerned (all humanKind).  But unity, being a symptom, not a solution in itself, is a manner, not a goal.  Unity is formed of diversity—the active harmony of opposites (see 3b, 3c, above).  I think this is what the Baha’i “unity in diversity” concept (Prosperity of Humankind, paragraph 14) refers to.   Imagining events for celebrating, encouraging self- and world-improvement, is appropriate for all human beings, now!  

  1. using drumming with the hands, handshakes, handprints, etc;
  2. utilizing footprints; healthy shoes; foot massages; back rubs, etc: ways to touch each other, emotionally and, perhaps, physically (see my Synchronicities section, “The Two Meanings of ‘Moving'”)

  Good neighborliness on a cosmic level!

a)   The Library of HumanKind, a video recording of each person alive—starting with the eldest and most compromised in health (like we did with the vaccines). 

b)   More photos of embryos—especially human ones (women will be in full control of their wombs, of course!) and other inspiring images, including

c)   photographic Earth globes could be in public places such as schools, government buildings—athletic facilities—and libraries. 

d)   English speakers can use the Virtues Reflection Cards, a presentation of 100 different virtues, by the Virtues Project International.

The nitty and gritty that I see may make some wince at first—it is really new!  We can imagine, however, for example, what feelings we will develop by working and playing, utilizing our full potential, with other people, not just going to some job each day and stagnating in traffic there and back.  What about having a new relationship with authority—being it?  

  1. I want to observe that serving is Godliness in many religions.  Baha’u’llah said that working is a form of prayer.  Could we consider sex as a form of prayer?  Pope Francis says, “Give Us This Day Our Daily Love” (the title of his book)—what is he talking about?  In On Care for Our Common Home, he praises loving gestures.  Could the Pope not be appreciating sexuality?  
  2. Pregnancy encourages the concept of mates.  Yet if it is desired to be avoided and can be (see my website in the Feminist section—“Conception” for a mention of pregnancy alternatives), the beauty of God’s gift to us of one night stands could perhaps be indulged in.  I remember reading in The Clan of the Cave Bear, by Jean Auel, a fictional custom of  prehistoric folks of having the young tribe members have an initiation sexual encounter so that they would learn the sexual ways from an older tribe member.  That sounds like a wise idea to me.  Also, see Madeleine L’Engle’s The Irrational Season, poem “Lovers Apart,” pp. 50-51.
  3. There might be other healing purposes for sexuality, too: it can be a form of massage, after all!
  4. In a globalizing world, with images shared on screens, and words able to be exchanged, could humans be insensitive to the soulful beauty of other people?  Using loving gestures, if we got to meet them, would God, speaking of God, be angry if we refused to appreciate them?  
  5. And would our mates want to deny us fulfillment if we would do the same for them?
  6. Coupling becomes immature if it prevents people from expressing their adoration, living joyfully—in many ways—I think.  One woman, for example, has been married to a second spouse for years; they’ve been a couple for three decades.  It is a gay coupling, in which she says, “I married a person, not a gender.” I feel that in the world of today, any love is good love.  My poem, “The Third Sex,” presents the gender of “God” in a way that enlightened me when I wrote it. 

The Third Sex

Calculate the appearance—colored clothes and something hair— 

Strike up a conversation if you want to take a dare.
Your instinct’s right, because you can’t just look inside the pants—

Your body wants to party, not analyze the dance!

It’s dark and light in stripes in division on a horse—
Picture the zebra now—it’s an animal, of course.
Each one is different—you can see, they really are unique. 

Straight markings are impossible—stripes show in curves, go peek! 

All in order, some of them are sexy in one way,
Others in another.  God makes them—it’s okay.
Humans have fingerprints and some realistic gripes
But when the zebra moves, you don’t think about its pipes.

Are there only two sexes? Well, ask a doctor—“No.” 

How about three then, if there’s hermaphroditic flow?
I say we have some billions, and every person’s great.
Each of us is unique.  Some will, maybe, mate;
Some of us have babies; some just clearly can’t.Sexual organs differ, like the leg that wears the pant.

Don’t cop out, friend, be truthful to your feelings for
A person, not a gender, ‘cause in bed there’s always more 5
And trans folks can be amazing, just like the others can—
Please remember the zebras before you make a ban,

‘Cause God creates with panache, sometimes in black and white, Somewhat he and somewhat she but always in the right.
If He makes us in His image, well, that means He’s more complex—He is also She and More—that’s how They stack the decks.

Each person gets a special mix of dark and then of light—
The feminine, the masculine—everybody’s right!
Wise one, know that we can live in peace together—
But we must be creative, like God Itself, no tether.
Open doors but also, sweetheart, look within, I say—
I’m ready for more tenderness, now and here, today!

On Some Baha’i Ideas: the written To the Peoples of the World, A Baha’i Statement on Peace, by the Universal House of Justice, 1986: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, The Association for Baha’i Studies; and Prosperity of Humankind, by the Universal House of Justice, 1995.

What is the role of general humanity in planning Earth’s future?  What will true prosperity of humankind look like?  Will peace only come as a last result?  These are questions the Baha’is ask in two documents (listed above), both written by the Universal House of Justice.  

Humanity, they report, is thought by many to be “quarrelsome” (Peace, p.10).  However, as they also suggest, around the world, people and groups are promoting change for a healthier tomorrow (P of H, paragraph 11).  Now is the spiritual springtime of the human species, they state, offering their ideas for the future. (Peace, p. 23).  The House of Justice suggests that humankind is coming of age: our psychological state is progressing from adolescence to maturity, and with this aging comes greater ability for cooperation, harmony and mutuality (Peace, page x).

I concur, adding that since Baha’u’llah—the prophet of the Baha’is—began his contributions (1817-1892 was his lifespan), the female individual to which humankind can be compared is now in a metapausal state: she is finally halting her inward focus.  She is starting to look around, having peopled the planet (and subdued it, if you are a Bible reader), and is reaching for world connection.  I also agree with the Baha’is that peace has not been possible until now; we humans were not ready for it (Peace, p. x).  Yet I additionally agree that it is inevitable (Peace, p. x); people can only turn towards each other and complete the work discussed in the Baha’i documents, as modified and added to by my ideas.  My point is that it will be work—but it will be fun, as play, and, like Pope Francis says, we can sing as we go along (On Care for Our Common Home, encyclical letter, 2015, Washington, DC, United Conference of Catholic Bishops, paragraph 244). 

No one knows how it will look for all people to be using our full potential, but both the Baha’is and I see that this is what the future will bring (P of H, paragraph 44).  My perspective on mind may differ from that of the Baha’is in the eighties and nineties, when the documents I discuss here were written.  

The Baha’is and I concur that our materialistic focus of today should change (P of H, paragraph 45).  It has landed us with vicious circles and metaphorical systems (poverty, employment, sexism, racism, police brutality, healthcare, education).  Meanwhile, we are plagued by a planetary pandemic and climate change, if we were doubtful that the world was interconnected!  

Materialistic thought is also problematic in science.  Failing to embrace the new worldview suggested by quantum mechanics—that time is navigable, and reality different from what we were taught it was, last century—means not discovering our full potential, as individuals and as a species.  Embracing it will be change, which can threaten.  Yet the Baha’is have attempted future imaginings, and so will I.  “Only if humanity’s collective childhood has indeed come to an end and the age of its adulthood is dawning does such a prospect [(the task of creating a global development strategy that will accelerate humanity’s coming of age)] represent more than another utopian mirage.  To imagine that an effort of the magnitude envisioned here can be summoned up by despondent and mutually antagonistic peoples and nations runs counter to the whole of received wisdom,” (P of H., paragraph 62).  However, the enlightened of peoples around the globe (not necessarily the rich folks) have tried and planted the seeds of future tall trees of peace bearing luscious fruit that will sustain us! 

Whereas the Baha’is suggest that it will be slow (P of H, paragraph 3), global connection could just as easily arrive all at once.  When people like me–artistic and female—are heard, change may well come instantaneously.  The Baha’is assert that since individuals are reciprocal to global structures, transformation will occur at both levels together (P of H, paragraph 16).  Also, they compare people to cells in one body—they cannot live without the larger, and the collection of them all—cells, or peoplebrings transcendental consciousness (P of H, paragraph 14).  This is why, I reflect, we cannot know what true global connection will look or feel like; it will be an experience.

My personal understanding of humanity, from artist’s and anthropologist’s perspective, suggests that it will not necessitate building a “framework” (Peace, p. 10) for humanity’s development, erecting a “world super-state” (Peace, p. 18) with elected members (as the Baha’is have posited, P of H., paragraph 58) in order to proceed healthfully into the future.  Instead, it will be a way for all citizens to participate on a creative level—to not work but play “together,” whatever that tune, or game, will turn out to be!  The Baha’i prophet, Baha’u’llah, said that work is a form of prayer to God (P of H, paragraph 48).  What is play?  A prayer to the Goddess, to get her attention?

Aggression, the Baha’is say, will be replaced with love (if they are not on the same continuum, i. e., lust, as Konrad Lorenz, the ethologist, apparently suggested [Peace, p. 39]).  Also, self-centeredness will morph into serving of others (practicing charity stimulates our brains’ pleasure centers, we now know), while from competition will emerge cooperation, and war will become      peace.  We may have needed to fight—especially to fight back—in the past.  Look at martial arts, in which each combatant expresses him/herself in movement and both enjoy it, surviving to move another day, perhaps taking pleasure in fighting again—cooperating in the dance.  (The Brazilian martial art of capoeira was permitted the slaves who invented it to be practiced, because it seemed like dancing, not fighting!) Yet the future will, I reassert, along with the Baha’is, bring peace: with its attendant sports and games that we create and play in order to move around, enjoying our shared world and each other.  

Resistance is human: rather than saying “I can’t,” more benign is “I won’t,” according to Pete Shabad, Ph. D., in psychoanalysis.  Play can create healing and growth, Donald Winnicott and others have said; I experience this with my talk therapist.  As Jan Panskeep said, there are seven emotions of all animals—play is one (he tickles rats and hears them laugh!).  These are relatively recent contributions to psychology that point to profound changes in Western thought; other cultures may have already integrated these ideas, but Westerners have been behind in certain ways.  But knowledge is everyone’s birthright; now that we have pervasive communication for the planet, we can take the Baha’is and my advice and educate our peoples: the Baha’is call for universal education and I concur.

The Baha’is find it very important that in the future, science should partner with spirituality (P of H, paragraph 43).  Pope Francis wants science to partner with religion, too, as he states in his On Care for Our Common Home, paragraph 199. In the last century, science was utilized for selfish gain (P of H, paragraph 37), while spirituality has been viewed as somewhat irrelevant in the world (Peace, p. 7).  However, religion, as the Baha’is point out, is a part of cultural identity for many (P of H, paragraph 40).  To involve the world spiritually, we must, as they assert, work (play, I say) with folks who are religious; the religions are not in conflict, but are complementary, they assert (Peace, p. 67).  The ideas from the Academy for the Advancement of Postmaterialist Sciences’s Manifesto may help us unite science and religion, and deal with our future.

In the Manifesto of the Academy for the Advancement of Postmaterialist Sciences, they discuss the mind’s new territory.    They state that “the nearly absolute dominance of materialism in the academic world has seriously constricted the sciences and hampered the development of the scientific study of mind and spirituality.  Faith in this ideology, as an exclusive explanatory framework for reality, has compelled scientists to neglect the subjective dimension of human experience.  This has led to a severely distorted and impoverished understanding of ourselves and our place in nature.” Please continue at https://www.aapsglobal.com/manifesto/

The Baha’i say that our purpose is to serve humankind. I suggest that our purpose should be to manage Earth–working/playing with all species, for tomorrow and today.

Sexy!

Our place in the world is erotic: 

no control over the weather.

No control over the stock market—

No control over our feelings, our finances, our dinner’s quality

because it comes from polluted fields—they may be polluted, we don’t know,

just like we don’t know how our lover will respond from day to day.

Nature is sexy.  We are part of nature.  

But does our history from now on have to be so hurtful, just because we are trying to live the fact that the world is sexy? that we are not in control, that peoples get hurt because forces are so powerful, like sex?

Or, we prove that we can synthesize things; even though we are part of nature, we “are above it”—an abstraction good for who?

Make love, not war!

Response to Democratic National Committee

I’ll Help the World Today!

by C. Jenny Walbridge

Inspired by Lee Greenwood’s song “God Bless the U. S. A.”

I love this land I stand on

Maybe more than some could grasp.

I’m in red, white, blue tie-dye,

And a peace sign is my clasp.

From Denver to Seattle,

Going south to Georgia too,

Where Old Glory’s overhead, 

The great bald eagles flew,

To Lady Liberty who towers,

Welcoming with hand of light.

(Though our country in its guises was

Not always in the right!)

I’m proud to be an American, 

Where my family came to live.

Like others from those distant lands

Who now are here to give,

I want to stand up

Next to you,

So we can both salute

Our brave past; now, our future

Needs our people not to shoot!

From Chicago down to Texas

Innocents murdered in cold

Bloody NRA gets richer

That Amendment Two—so old!

From the swamps of Leeziana

To the sands of Arizone

The people upset, crying,

Health care stealing all they own.

Yet I’m proud to be an American,

Sharing all the problems here.

Trying to get help we need,

Not have sad eyes that tear.

And I want to sit down next to you,

Take your hand and say,

That we must play “together “

‘Cause we love the USA!

From first responders’ hurt lungs

To broken bones of the police,

Soldiers’ missing limbs, 

PTSD—on the increase,

From teachers to bus drivers,

Truck unloaders, work all day,

Security guards, phone callers

Working hard all night, I say,

That I love my fellow Americans

Who made the U. S. Number One!

They contributed their best

As our great citizens’ve done.

And I’ll gladly stand up next to them,

To save their bodies’ health–

They have strong American hearts—

Here we will know true wealth!

I’m glad to be an American,

But do we keep it for ourself?

Most of us came from afar;

Do we put others on a shelf?

Why don’t we stand up, write

A new agenda for our land?

I think it’s time our country 

Should become a smart new brand!

Yeah, I’m proud to be an American,

My humble nest is here.

I sometimes order pizza,

On the weekends, drink some beer.

I would like to stand up next to you

In all our grief and pain—

How can we use our freedom

To bring peace? wonders this brain.

USA Dot Two 

Is a newer version of

America, for winners,

Built by those of us who love

Our country and are ready 

To try something that’s more green,

Flex our muscles, stretch our bones,

Take a leap over the mean.

Though I disliked Ronald Reagan

All the things that he would quote

And the trickle-down idea’s

Not exactly all she wrote,

Yet, I’m proud to be an American,

With friendly border lands.

No need for trade in weapons—

We want new games for our hands!

And I have to stand up

Next to those

Who’ll choose our leader new

By votes we’ll use our freedom,

Finding one who has a clue.

Stars on every U. S. flag, 

Thirteen moon-months stripe

If any space is “tainted,” 

Use that banner, “clean,” to wipe!

That’s the way we’ve ruled the Planet.

There could be a change:

Global aspirations from all over—

Is that strange?

I’m proud to be from the U. S.,

Tall mountains majesty,

And know that I don’t need a gun,

There’s peace, no tragedy.

From the lakes of ancient Persia

To the hills of Vietnam

Let us not fail to celebrate,

Not drop another bomb!

War finally done, some great ones died.

None need face fear now, right?!

The U. N. must do its work,

All nations giving light.

We share a home, it’s Planet Earth,

From sea to shining sea.

Why don’t we now collaborate

On laughs for you and me?

I’d like to high-five you and hug

My neighbor from afar

Let’s cooperate together

To save Earth, the Sun’s all star!

An updated oldie by me:

NOTHING HUMAN IS ALIEN II

(This poem was inspired by Christopher Reeve’s speech at the Democratic Convention on August 26, 1996.)

The early years:

I’d known bright joy at ovation

In a classroom situation.

I’d told others how to feel,

But could I see myself?

I had tasted their ablutions;

They were simple, clear solutions.

But my problems went beyond them,

And I had to get more help.

Later:

It was time for the Convention and

I heard Christopher Reeve;

He held me in detention, standing,

Heart upon my sleeve.

He said family values meant

In a country time is spent

On each other, sister, brother—

All cared for by one another.

The man had found some loopholes

In the American Dream:

He pointed out discrepancies:

Things are not what they seem

For those with shattered lives.

And he said, We can overcome!

But ’til good heart arrives, it’s clear 

The luckless are struck dumb.

Democracy’s in jeopardy—

The rich can lobby more!

Who pulls the strings?  Aren’t we ashamed

If we abuse the poor?

Tonight, when writing letters,

Some quite brilliant words I found.

They help cut through the old fetters

With which my eyes were bound.

“Nothing human is alien,” goes the

Phrase I mention here.

I wrote it down so many times—

It served to stop my fear.

I’d suffered from psychosis then.

(It’s now under control:

The drugs I take can for me make

A more collected soul.)

When Reeve spoke and he mused so well

On our good land today,

“We must help those with mental problems, 

Too!”  I thought he’d say.

I would not put it past him, though,

To quote, on second thought,

That if we can make a difference for

An ailing mind, we ought!

For all the knocks life hands to us,

It gives us talents, too,

And virtues such as empathy

It’s good not to eschew.

The struggle to be sound of self

Is not an easy one.  But

Of mind and body, health makes

Productive lives, and fun.

My own journey has taken me

A ways from whence I came:

By learning more about myself

I’ve come to be the same,

But stronger, smarter, more aware

Of the fact that we are all

So very vulnerable to

A heart-ache or a fall

From the grace of full acceptance in

A culture that is mean,

A system that would hate its own

When they’re no longer lean

Or sprout a female chest or a 

Cleft palate or are Black.

Discrimination hurts, my friend,

We’ve got to fight it back!

Nothing human is alien,

I’ve come to know it’s true.

For mentally ill I have been;

An artist, too.  And you?

A family is what we are,

The rich parts and the poor,

And each of us inside our heads

Must build bridges for more

Understanding–what we need,

Of ourselves, and of y’all!

My therapy’s been good enough

That I can make this call:

What grander art than that which

Rests between a set of ears?

But must psychology’s concern

Be solely that of fears?

Let us create a culture where 

Art therapy’s the norm:

Where each one gets a chance to make

Some line, some movement, form,

And all feel inspiration

To express their artist’s soul.

A healthy planet’s what we’d get

If we’d assume this role!

I hold just that the world’s solutions

Lie within our grasp,

Whether they be saving souls 

Or fighting plagues of asp.

Liberation of our souls is 

Desired.  Hey!  I have seen

Within myself, recovery,

And hope.  Know what I dream?

A future where we utilize 

All of our greatest gifts,

When we’re employed to teach, inspire,

In which my spirit lifts

The all of you, who come to know

Yourselves as I’ll know me.

We’ll dance ahead, committed

To each other feeling free.

The Third Sex

The Third Sex

Calculate the appearance—colored clothes and something hair— Strike up a conversation if you want to take a dare.

Your instinct’s right, because you can’t just look inside the pants— Your body wants to party, not analyze the dance!

It’s dark and light in stripes in division on a horse—
Picture the zebra now—it’s an animal, of course.
Each one is different—you can see, they really are unique. Straight markings are impossible—stripes show in curves, go peek!

All in order, some of them are sexy in one way,

Others in another. God makes them—it’s okay.

Humans have fingerprints and some realistic gripes

But when the zebra moves, you don’t think about its pipes.


Are there really only two sexes? Well, ask a doctor—“No.” How about three then, if there’s hermaphroditic flow?

I say we have some billions, and every person’s great.
Each of us is unique. Some will, maybe, mate;


Some of us have babies; some just clearly can’t. Sexual organs differ, like the leg that wears the pant.


Don’t cop out, friend, be truthful to your feelings for

A person, not a gender, ‘cause in bed there’s always more

And trans folks can be amazing, just like the others can—

Please remember the zebras before you make a ban,

For God creates with panache, sometimes in black and white, Somewhat he and somewhat she but always in the right.

If He makes us in His image, well, that means He’s more complex— He is also She and More—that’s how They stack the decks.


Each person gets a special mix of dark and then of light—
The feminine, the masculine—everybody’s right!

Wise one, know that we can live in peace together—

But we must be creative, like God Itself, no tether.


Open doors but also, sugar, look within, I say—I’m ready for more tenderness, now and here, today!

Sermon

by C. Jenny Walbridge

“And if you’re in a tricky spot—

Then worry what you’ll say do not.

For the Holy Ghost

Will tell you the most

Appropriate words: cool—a lot!” 

(Luke 12:11-12, in Luke in Limericks, by me)

I’m wanting to share about my favorite Bible passages.  I’m not a minister, rabbi, etc.—I’m not an official spokesperson here.  But the Holy Ghost may be telling me what to say!  

“…I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way of the Lord’…” (John 1:23)

During this age of confusion, we can embrace these words of John.  If we’re going to have a God around here—Jesus, whoever—we need to do some clutter busting!  It is time to stop the divisions in ourselves and become more either yin (feminine, dark, and passive) or yang (masculine, light, and active).   I’m not talking about being gay or straight, or trans or not trans; in these lifetimes we are in, God seems to have suggested that we love in any form.   His bonobo apes, our closest relation, not only look cute–they have hair parted in the middle on their heads– they also indulge in frequent homosexual as well as heterosexual sexuality. 

For the future, we may decide to embrace sexual activities for fun and to diffuse tensions, like those apes, who do not have nuclear families (“It takes a village,” right, as goes the African proverb, to raise kids?).  (They also have babies only around every four years; see my essay, Conception, in the Feminist section of this website, for my ideas about birth control strategies.)

Also, we may decide that visual and other differences are just too challenging for humans to deal with, and that we should embrace cloning to create just several versions of males and females that will cut down on differing characteristics so we can work more on getting things done than wasting time on simple face-to-face interacting (navigating each other). 

In the meantime, we all have to be angels in order to get along with each other.  Fortunately, we have tools like music, stories, Aesop’s Fables the Smothers Brothers Way and the Virtues Project International Virtues Reflection Cards to use to learn the virtues we need.  The United Nations tries to help, but the USA is recalcitrant, something we should modify. We also have smarts to change our behavior if that’s a good idea that can be progressive for our human race—like having more intimacy.  (Maybe even gays should have occasional male-female intercourse; all our skin is chemical and needs touching, right? Sex is something prisoners—of jails or of offices—have, to offer; and we may need it, if we want healthy and mentally well populations here on Earth, it seems to me.) 

If we believe that, we could ask if rape or child intercourse are okay.  No!  In fact, if hunger–an insult to a naturally bountiful world–and rapine–seizure of body or property–were no longer part of our globe, we would be in much better shape all around; I think Sister Earth would feel less insulted. Human affairs would be more secure if people’s property was not allowed to be taken out from under them–as in rape; or auto impounding; or fracking, in which someone else can get the gas under your farm. Instead, let’s go with “Victory Through Harmony” or “Victoria Concordia Crescit,” as English soccer team Arsenal says!  They also say, “Black Liver Matter”!

“And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.” (John 1:5)  

I have done this journey, so you don’t have to.  Because of confused parenting–and a crazy society and world– I grew up trying to distance myself from the light—I tried to avoid the masculine/light/active principle, what is thought of in some Asian cultures as yang.  Finally, through therapy, I learned that I need to embrace it—it is psychologically necessary for my health.  I went into insanity and returned from it, and I can tell you that it was a long, and lonely, way to go. However, the trip brought these ideas into being.

“For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.” (John 3:17)

“[H]im” is the example of Jesus which can inspire Americans and those of other lands to live like Jesus, not necessarily becoming members of any particular creed, but showing love rather than judgement to our neighbors, letting God judge, which is His job.  It maybe means that Jesus has or will come back to us (in the form of a woman perhaps, does it really matter what gender?) to help us see the error of our ways and to get us to save our world—for the future, for our offspring, for the species, even for other species! 

The envelope that I have with 3:17 on it is on the carpet next to my Southern Poverty Law Center sticker, FIGHT HATE, which I also have a problem with (fire versus fire?), though I support the group’s work.  It reminds me of the gullible American commoner, who feels hate of the monied of this country and confuses them with the government.  It’s an honest mistake—sometimes, our white-dominant, fancy-dressing, highly-paid elected official system doesn’t seem very progressive in its lack of attention to pervasive societal problems.  But the time may come when government will listen to these words and the messages from the stepped-on and, in doing its allotted duties, will care for us by working/playing with us, and all will benefit!

“Then Jesus [(a Jew)] went thence, and departed into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon.  And, behold, a [(non-Jew)] woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts and cried unto him, saying, Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil.  But he answered her not a word.  And his disciples came and besought him, saying, Send her away; for she crieth after us.  But he answered and said, I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel.  Then came she and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me.  But he answered and said, It is not meet to take the children’s bread, and cast it to dogs.  And she said, Truth, Lord; yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table.  Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.  And her daughter was made whole from that very hour.”  (Matthew 15:21-28)

Here it seems as if Jesus made a mistake at first.  People can make mistakes.  People wrote the Bible, about people, including Jesus, who was made in the image of God.  

By the way, if God is male, can I, a woman, exist in His image?  But if God is beyond gender—or embraces male AND female—I’m going to call Him, Her. She’s probably sick of us constantly ignoring Her whole nature by referring to Her only as masculine! 

Who is sicker?  The community who stays poor and violent or the (non-communing) community that gives them guns and keeps them poor by not helping them ascend?  What does it take to be able to pull oneself up by one’s own bootstraps and get out of poverty and violence?  It does take examples and encouragement; but also change—giving food relief and providing decent housing, schooling and therapy, things our service-economy does not offer people enough chances to take advantage of.  Apparently the U. S. A. can’t manage that. How very stupid we must be! I must take personal blame for not figuring out what the psychological stages of human development are, sooner, and not spending more time on proposing solutions to get us out of our misery. You can see my “The Ages of Humankind and our Future” on this website (in the Matriotic section). I have also been distracted, though for the better, by my mate, who this night tells me about the final lynching in our South in 1981 and reads me the lyrics of Billie Holiday’s song “Strange Fruit.”

Getting un-poor takes opportunity to succeed–and perspective, things that many of our white and black poor don’t get from American society.  This according to my partner. The way we do it now, the poor are shut out from any chance for small capitalistic success, and chance to grow, because the greedy rich don’t want competition.  But competition is virtuous, isn’t that what they’re telling us?  “Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps, compete with us in the market!”  Huh!  We try but we need some boots here!

Charity makes the givers feel good; it stimulates the brain’s dopamine pleasure center.  Who feels guilty about being well-off when others are not?  The rich should—the poor are right if they say that.  They get to be morally correct—American society has taken away their tools, so they can’t ascend, but they do get the moral righteousness.  But if they don’t get better with help—and structural (global, if necessary) change, they are “wrong.”  Well, guess what?  They ALWAYS d0! 

We Americans save money by, for example, hiring a bunch of cops rather than finding the real solution for the major problems we have; meanwhile, people are murdered by police and drug use.  Is this really the best course of action? And why is our tax money never used to get the poor out of poverty for good?

The pattern of our society is repeated internationally.  Look at Central America and Afghanistan—the U. S. gave or sold them guns and now they are hooked into an economy of drugs run by gangs.  It’s very sad!   When we are more connected globally, this won’t occur.

I have learned a lot about myself, the mental health community, and what sanity means.  It means that your world is nuts and you keep ploughing through.  It means you can be inspired—when things aren’t working out for you the way they work out for anyone else, somehow you have faith.  You have faith in yourself because you are beautiful inside—you have something to share, to offer to your fellow person.

Julia Cameron, like me, is from Libertyville, Illinois.  She wrote the book The Artist’s Way and came up with an acronym for God—”Good Orderly Direction.”  My website has on it a bunch of my acronyms—like LIFE and LOVE and BEAUTY: Living Our Virtue—Empathy; LOVERS’ Intelligence Flows Everywhere; and Being Elegant And Understanding True Youth.  Artificial intelligence could be used to come up with acronyms that humans would then discard or use to think about ourselves. We should enjoy this!

Shame: Protect Ourself!

  1. “Socialist,” “public,” and other “nasty” expressions in American

We got a coupla problems here in this State.

Of course we should feed the poor—‘cause that’s great

Christian conduct.  But we’re opportunistic.

The word “socialist” bad?—no, we’re just sadistic!

What we don’t get is, capitalistic 

Wrongdoing is masochistic.

I’m sick of being right if I see all our sin.

Joe and Kamala, please, come on in!

Half of us Americans, making a living

Paycheck to paycheck—no way we’re giving.

Meanwhile the tax base is shrinking, it’s tiny—

People too ignorant to be too whiny,

Just suffering.  Maybe they sort of feel

They can survive, just give ‘em a deal—

Making drugs, selling pills, they’re ahead of the law—

They don’t have much choice, there’s no good jobs at all!

They say, up by our bootstraps is how we must grow.

Alone, ’cept for family—that advantage is no

Privilege—it’s just luck, if you got it you’re good.

If not, you can die, you’d do well if you could!

Any idea of a safety net

For food, for school, for retirement

Is called “socialist” and rejected as wrong.

Yet this situation in Europe goes on—

People pay taxes, get a lot for their team—

Security, learning, inspiration to dream,

While we all—middle class, rich, the whole bunch—

Are psychotic at best, eating the poor for lunch!

So why has “public” become a bad word?

Are libraries, parks, and sidewalks for the birds?

Why great architecture, if not for my

Body, enjoyment, and my colored eye?

Being unique, feeling free in a strip mall?

Where independent ventures can’t trip, ‘cause they’ll fall?

I feel restricted.  Oh, expletive!

I need some wild places.  I breathe when I live!

Why’re the police breaking our necks? 

For an extra bill, we turn into wrecks!

Tell me of bald eagle—now, who he pecks?

2. The United States of America isn’t looking at what other nations are doing! 

Oh no, we cannot look to other nations 

For how they work things, because inundations

Of good feelings, humanity don’t work here.

Or could it have something to do with fear?

Trump tells me things will be greater—they are

Already!   He says so!   Like Reagan, so far.

And I like being white, it’s easy to relax,

He says we are good, he likes to cut tax,

I don’t think I want to do things any better;

Too lazy to write the paper a letter.

So, changes?  What if my dear neighbor sees

That I’m not so good—let me hide myself, please!

I feel that I’m finer, this thought is profound:

My ears are both closed and I can’t hear the sound

Of my pennies going to abuse the stuck poor,

The luckless—those folks who can’t find the door.

No, they must be weak and deserving of bad

Like aliens, Martians, I’m not like them a tad—

I’m superior to the ones down the hall

(Though if I can stand up, without friends, I’ll fall!).

So stop me from reaching you, save me! My fate’s

To continue the hushup, forget it, the gates

Are closed and this way it will stay, for us all:

I’m scared American—so very small.

3. How might we nurture our people?

My backyard is also yours.

It’s the ocean, sea that pours

Around our nation, closing us in.

The world is round; we share the din.

Who are the folks we’d like to meet,

Or should want to, to keep the beat?

Why hesitate?  Can they teach us?

Help us, in hiding—can they reach us?

We’re members here of a society 

And we have a card, we belong, we’re free.

It’s tough to rock around and be kind;

But when you do that, you help your own mind!

What are the tools of our trade—

Of stopping evil being made

By fear, distraction, and confusion,

Hurt we live with in profusion?

And how to define sanity? you may query.

I say to question of the ones who are weary,

Who see there is malaise, who feel our State

Is floundering, stuck in the mud of too late,

Of not there on time to see workers empowered

And having a chance to themselves build a tower,

For making a living’s not necessarily 

Putting in millions—this I can see.

Let me tell you, my dad, and my mother, too,

Stand straight for this country—even when it’s a zoo.

We love America, have been rich and poor.

I suggest that our wise planners build in a door

For those of us with a spiritual bent,

Who believe in freedom, whose hearts are spent 

In caring for others, in remaining human

Despite plots so bland they could never be true, and

The many voices stilled by lack of curiosity,

Folks dead inside who don’t do generosity.

I speak for the common man, also the wealthy,

The ones with perspective, who want to be healthy,

The folks who are sexy, have a love of humor—

My friends, who all agree that that Lump is a tumor,

We virtuous ones, who are also quite humble,

Who’ve been able to maintain that trait in this jungle,

Us mentally illin,’ who don’t know we are weaker,

And others, supportive of Mrs. Speaker.

Anthropology student, woman, artist, here,

Writer, too, I am these days.  I fear

That we’re in a society that’s rather mean—

Unloving to children, and rude to the teen—

Bitchy to workers, parents are slavin’—

More than one job, to the Mayor wavin.’

“Keep me busy,” says my suffering friend, Ray.

“I need friendship and I want it today.”

England’s Minister of Loneliness might

Go beyond.  Should it be Ray’s right

To have counsel, even some human contact?

‘Cause we live in a group, that’s just true—it’s a fact.

Certain things needed could be available—

Not a bad idea—I think that wall’s scalable!

Justice will triumph—I’ve seen it in me.

I changed and got better, in my mind, you see:

Let matchmakers, therapists try to solve fears;

I’ve been in treatment for quite a few years!

On a worldly scale, there’s the United Nations, 

With their Bill of Rights and compassion creation.

And persons who we might pair off with, to live—

I finally found one; we have fun with a sieve—

We stay home and cook, in the kitchen we bake

Potatoes and such, then we walk by the Lake.

You listeners, I hope you take my example:

Give kisses, go ahead, enjoy a free sample!

4. Well, solutions are out there, people!

You hurt my feelings, US of A.

Saying I’m not alright if I’m gay,

Or feminine or black or broke,

When, my friend, you gonna get woke?

For all our faults, this nation of ours 

May not always be here, there may be no cars

In the future.  It’d behoove us to open our eyes;

Some day, there might be a fabulous prize

For living together with folks from around

The planet, for singing, for making some sound

With diverse peoples, who might know solutions

For our faults, our so American pollutions.

You hurt my feelings, US of A.

Building on top of docking my pay,

Enlisting arrest when we decide to speak—

How long, my friend, you gonna stay weak?

The good news is that our minorities

Who live in this nation, don’t deserve the tease

They get—often these folks, and you and me,

Are cool—like, some say “Yo soy” or “I be.”

They give us perspective, they show us who’s who

They’re like detectives in their know and their new

And we’re like them, we need them, it’s great that we’re in

A place that welcomes all.  One nation we’ve been!

You hurt my feelings, US of A.

Saying I’m not alright if I’m gay,

Or feminine or black or broke,

When, my friend, you gonna get woke?

5. We could make life a lot easier for a lot of people!

In some other countries the folks are allowed

To do small capitalism, and proud 

Of their fruit stand they are.  And why don’t we

Give some small housing?  Austin, Portland—see?!?

One might just heal when they come to possess

Their own door knob, and even to feel blessed

To live in a space where they can just cry

Or take a nap, in privacy.  Sound good?  Let’s try!

‘Cause people are touching, and people need warming.

They want to run inside when the bugs are swarming.

We all have toes which belong to our feet—

Directing us whither we tread, who we greet.

Do we feel we don’t need manners with our neighbors?

Friends, enemies—for all folks—we must labor

For shared results, progress, two folks on the see-saw—

Neglecting each other, can’t get high, it’s a law

Of nature.  (Good deeds make us happy together!

Gifts, sharing, good-natured acting—whatever.)

Enjoy being ourself as we impact another,

And they’re holding us, like a sister or brother.

Family and friends—we do need ‘em.

See all the nations who know they must feed ‘em?

Not leave fellows to rot while leaders drink up,

But help people be strong, all join with a cup!

6. Prevention

Is prevention a concept no one understands?

Do I have to wear a sign that says, “I’m a man?”

Spending of taxes, tens of thousands per year

To keep one guy jailed ain’t the worst, I fear.

“We’ll put them away for a year and a day.”

Lotta good that does now—they killed my man, ow!  Hey!

I would much prefer if the killers got assistance

Before they grabbed guns, expressed their angst at a distance.

Prevention is justice, not “right punishment”!

We don’t need more cameras, we need to circumvent

The violence running the streets of our towns

The poverty of half our folks—why keep ‘em down?

7. Guns can’t help me feel more secure.

Of course guns don’t kill folks, people do—

Yet gun-slinging brings responsibility too

Bad people are not right enough for guns

But are qualified shooters?  No.  It’s not done:

We humans cannot muster the responsibility

To always use guns wisely.  The ability 

Gets fuzzy when emotions are awakened— 

The technology itself engenders care not to be taken!

There’s a lot of youngsters out for some life.

Having weapons around, they see, causes strife.

They are interested in the future—is that lame?

Who are the folks that should be feeling shame?

When “with child” happens in a tube

When no use can be found for lube

Then tell me I’m no animal

Who needs warmth, whose rhythms pull

Me through my life, in winter rain,

Me feeling joy, me feeling pain,

‘Cause I am one with human needs

I cry to you in voice that pleads

That here I sniff and air goes in 

And there are you, and here we been

We’re touching now in simple skin

I say your name—you let me in.

8. Maximim wage

What would equalize our poor and our wealthy

Is a maximum wage, it would make us more healthy!

No more starving ‘Mericans, it would include

Other income, too, so as not to be rude.

There are rich folks here, but, too, many poor,

And the middle class is now shrinking some more.

I’m sorry, I forgot why homelessness is sane—

Look around, poor people can’t be to blame,

With such bad supporting, from first grade to twelfth,

In prison we’ve cut training, dumb for ourself.

How ‘bout a retirement wage for the old?

Many folks labored hard, but there’s no

Help for the needy, who’d work if they could—

Walking the edge, a better life should

They take part in, instead of ending up ill,

Costing the State much more than it will

Pay for some kindness—it’s virtue’s now nil!

Exactly what do the rich do with their money?

If their neighbors were fine, it could be really funny—

They could get creative, but the way it it shakes up,

It’s not just the blind man who begs with a cup!

Less people in desperate conditions—why not?

A larger tax base would sure help us a lot!

I say “us” ‘cause we’re Illin,’ and should make some noise

To make sure that a little kid has food and toys,

Is learning to read while his sister is studying,

Grandfather’s tutoring, not sort of muddying 

His brain—he’s been active, works even today.

Far away from the doctor’s where this family stays.

Mom is contributing to her society.

Dad has enough meal to feel relaxed, quietly

Shares his new ideas in an email or two

Pet dove says, from his kitchen perch, “coo.”

Peace is what?  Another bad word in this day?

Really?   I don’t quite see it that way. 

Although it would be maybe scary to know

The thoughts of these poor folks, I think we should go

Towards permanent healing, not fast-food life—

The good things are there, ‘cause our people are rife

With talent!  It would be wise for some folks

To write some comedy, not hide from some jokes

And the humming, the songs of their brothers and sisters,

Intimacy with the moms and their misters

Who vote.  It’s not just for the fans of the famous,

It’s for the fans of freedom to play, and not shame us!