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On Getting Real

January 6, 2015 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

on getting real

As age creeps up on you, so can the trepidations about what the future might lay in store.

You probably should’ve had such worries a long time ago, but when you’re young and carefree, the future seems like too faraway a place to pay that much attention to.

Well, that was then and now is now.

“The future” has arrived and continues to arrive at ever increasing velocity.

The years seem to whizz by faster than Formula 1 cars at an Indy 500 race.

And when your present doesn’t quite comport with the illusion of your dreams, then those fears about the future become all the more foreboding.

Will it always be this way…

or worse?

Alone-ness can really intensify those feelings.

However, if you are even a remotely spiritual person (regardless of “religion”) and you look around with an open mind and see ample evidence of intelligent design and universal connection, then the idea of alone-ness doesn’t really make much sense…

now does it?

It seems the most compelling earthly evidence we have of that “universal connecting force” can be found in nature, it its purest and untainted form.

If nothing else, my 13 years in Costa Rica, especially the last 5 of them, have put me in closer connection with that force.

So, no, I don’t fear the future, since I’m not alone to face it.

The future is just a necessary component to getting real.

Sometimes it takes years to figure that one out…the joy of growing older…wiser.

I will leave this post with a blurb from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.

In this children’s story, two nursery toys, the Skin Horse and the Rabbit, discuss the issue of becoming real…

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.

“When you are real, you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” Rabbit asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become.

It takes a long time.

That’s why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.

Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.

But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real, you can’t be ugly…except to the people who don’t understand.”

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: removing impact blinders, velveteen rabbit

My Final Word on Torture, Promise

December 11, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

My Final Word on Torture, Promise

OK, you know what, I’m tired of talking and thinking about torture…

it’s torturing me.

So, this will be my final word on torture, promise!

It’s not that I don’t believe this issue is vitally important to us as a nation.

You see, I’m 54…

I’ve lived through Kennedy and King assassinations, the Vietnam war debacle, Watergate, Reagan’s Latin American interventions, the Iraq war and now this…

and out of all those, I believe this torture thing might be the worst moment of national disgrace in my lifetime.

But no one seems to give a damn.

I mean, there are a few nut-jobs out there, leftards like me, who are displaying outrage…

but the majority, especially the “moral majority” is collectively shrugging its shoulders in a big, SO WHAT.

And I really don’t get that.

In fact, one of the loudest voices of the right says that the torture was “morally correct” in order to protect innocent lives from barbarians.

But there is absolutely no evidence whatsoever that it in any way accomplished that objective.

In fact, what went on seems so sadistic that I question whether those carrying it out even had this supposed patriotic motive of national protection.

I believe the whole thing reeks of a rogue operation hell-bent on extracting revenge for the horror of 9-11.

And that brings me to the salient point of this morning’s post…

How do you reconcile torture with the teachings of the man at the heart of the morally infused tenets of the ideology of the right…Jesus Christ.

Of course, you can’t.

So, how in God’s name can you on the right sit back and collectively yawn about something that Jesus himself would wholeheartedly condemn?

I just don’t get you guys. And I used to be one of you.

OK, maybe that helps. Maybe I can hearken back and glean some measure of understanding about your nonchalant attitude concerning this issue.

I realize that you think that America…er…the U.S.A. is a “christian nation” and anything done at its behest is consistent with christian morality…

But Christ was Middle Eastern and at the time he was roaming around like a barefoot hippie, teaching his message of love and forgiveness, “America” was indeed inhabited, but certainly not by “us.”

So, what makes you think that Christ would anyway condone anything I mentioned above concerning the historic happenings during my 54 years on this planet…

let alone the torture?

Based on my knowledge of your holy book, which is quite extensive by the way, he wouldn’t.

So, as we enter into another celebration of the birth of the man many seem to think founded our nation…

let’s take a moment to pray and consider what Christ’s view might be on the matter of whether it’s “morally correct” to waterboard, or rectal feed.

And with that, I wish…

a Merry Christmas to all and, on this subject, to all a good night!

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: removing impact blinders, torture report

The Rotten Core of Conservatism

December 8, 2014 by costaricaguy 2 Comments

The Rotten Core of Conservativism

Cenk Uygur is passionate in his critique of conservatism.

And perhaps his passion got a little out of control recently.

Cenk went on a tirade during a recent broadcast of his show, The Young Turks…

He called conservatives a bunch of pussies.

Because, he says, they tend to always react from fear.

We did witness a good deal of fear-mongering in the recent elections, so in that light, Cenk has a point.

But, I believe his analogy is faulty.

At least in the schoolyard sense, I would equate conservatives more with the bullies who tend to taunt others with that derogatory term.

A “pussy”, in that sense, is a kid who won’t stand up for himself. He lets others run over him…call him names…embarrass him in front of his peers.

He just won’t fight.

Growing up as a skinny, awkward kid in the rural south, first with hair too long when it wasn’t cool (at least, not in my neck of the woods), and later with friends too black when that wasn’t cool either, I know what it feels like to be called one of those.

And like bullies, conservatives aren’t afraid of a fight, especially when the outcome is pretty much predetermined. In fact, they love it a bit too much.

Their ideology may be in part motivated by fear, but it’s not fear that marks the conservative mindset…

but isolation.

Wait a minute? How can you call free trade loving conservatives isolationists?

Because in reality conservatives don’t want free trade…at least not the kind that puts all trading partners on equal footing.

They want free trade that benefits the stronger trader…them.

Which is exactly what free trade generally does.

CAFTA has done worlds of good for Walmart in Costa Rica, but not so much for the potato farmer on the slopes of vulcan Irazu.

So, I reiterate my point…

What marks the conservative ideology is a desire for isolation, often masqueraded as patriotism, or nationalism.

That is, they want to live in a world where they are isolated (and protected, which is where I believe Cenk was coming from) from all those who might harbor different opinions on the matter of what life really should be about.

And they are more than ready to fight anyone who dares to take issue with the core belief.

In that sense, they are a bit like ISIS, but with a different core motive.

And what is at the core of this isolationist worldview? What’s really at the rotten core of conservatism?

The idea that private property…the right to create it, accumulate it, hoard it and do anything necessary to protect it…

is sacrosanct.

In the conservative mindset, private property takes precedence over people and planet.

Other ideologies, or world-views, that elevate people and planet over private property rights, are dismissed as communistic, socialistic, or simply nonrealistic utopian hogwash.

That’s why a person who identifies him or herself as conservative will spew such venomous hatred towards a President who was the first to take action for all people to have the right to affordable health care.

How dare you take away a few dollars from me to make sure someone else can be healthy!

Even though doing so is not really going to have one iota of impact on my own health or lifestyle.

Doesn’t matter!

To a conservative what matters is the right to my stuff…period!

And they will blow the world apart to protect and pursue that perceived sacrosanct right.

But the idea of an individual right to “own the world” is running into some problems these days.

The planet that we all have to live on is rebelling against that notion…as well as are more and more of its inhabitants.

The truth is that this assumed “right” flies in the face of certain facts about our world, some of which only recently have become widely apparent…

  1. That all people are connected on this planetary ship, which tends to undercut the conservative, neoliberal, Ayn Randian bent towards absolute individualism, or the idea that the individual person is an island to him or herself and should be free to pursue property (they call it, happiness) to the uttermost limits, as long as he or she is not directly interfering with anyone else’s concomitant right.
  2. The conservative masses tend to blindly tow the ideological line that all actions (imperialist wars and interventions, police brutality, unfair trade deals, etc.) in pursuit of the conservative ideal are “good” because they either protect or spread the ideology from or to the unwashed masses. But we now know that all such actions haven’t been good and in fact have unleashed death, destruction and despair throughout the globe.
  3. We are now facing the reality of an exhaustible amount of resources in our world, not nearly enough to facilitate the insatiable pursuit of the conservative “property first” ideology. And this coupled with the frightening reality that such pursuit has potentially unleashed uncontrollable environmental forces that could spell the end of us all.

You see, it’s not the collectivist, utopian ideologies that have it all wrong…even though, I neither believe that anyone has it all right.

It’s actually the conservative one that’s completely unrealistic.

It’s the conservative one that’s threatening humanity.

And we should all be frightened about that.

But unlike the schoolyard pussy, we, like Cenk, need to do something about it.

You see, like Cenk, I once was a conservative myself.

I personally know full well how they mask the rotten core of conservatism in religion, and with ideas like “pursuing the American Dream”, along with the patriotic idea of “supporting the troops” without question…which plays right into the hands of the property-driven military-industrial complex.

Nowadays, I truly believe that the conservative ideology is at odds with pretty much everything I consider true about our world.

It’s certainly at odds with the foundational pillars of Impact Mindfulness.

Therefore, I plan to devote the rest of my life towards combatting this dangerous ideology.

The universal truth is that People and Planet should always take precedence over property…period!

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Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Cenk Uygur, conservatism, removing impact blinders

The Argon Conclusion

December 5, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

An Argon Conclusion

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up…now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.

― Alan W. Watts

I’ve never been all that wild about birthdays.

Nevertheless, I guess what occurred on December 5th, 1960 at Moses H. Cone Memorial Hospital in Greensboro, N.C. was indeed a fairly momentous occasion…

one that was definitely…against all odds.

But what’s really the big deal about celebrating it every 365 days?

The traditional concept of a birthday each year serves as a constant reminder of the seemingly negative impact of time on my life…

each one drawing me closer and closer to that final…

celebration.

Kind of morbid, don’t you think?

Well, that is, unless and until you consider what “birth” really means.

We speak of birth in all sorts of contexts…

  • the birth of a nation…
  • spiritual birth…
  • and rebirth…
  • the birth of an idea…

The launching of any thing new into our conscious existence can be spoken of as a “birth.”

Maybe the term “birth” is just a semantical construct we’ve developed to help us make sense of things that really don’t make any sense to us at all?

Are the things our limited minds see as being “new” really as old as the universe itself?

Consider the element called argon. The air we breathe is made up of 1% argon. But the thing about argon is that when we breathe it in, our bodies don’t absorb it…we just breathe it right back out…

and it floats along until the next respiratorily-oriented creature gulps in the 400 million or so molecules that had passed through our own system.

In fact, the argon molecules that you are breathing in right now are perhaps the same ones…

that Ghandi breathed in and out…

and Genghis Kahn…

and Christ…

and the T-Rex.

So, what’s the argon conclusion…er…my point, you ask?

Well, maybe this idea of an annual birthday celebration is perhaps a bit too time constrained.

It also tends to mark our seemingly singular existence as something separate from everything else.

A predominantly western concept that really flies in the face of reality.

So, why should I wait a whole 365 days to celebrate something that is actually re-occurring all the time?

I mean, am I the same fishy “thing” that breathed in symbiotic fluid for nine months until making that short trip down that slippery slope called the birth canal?

Did the dramatic evolutionary jumps that led to the sentient being that I am now occur on December 5th of each year until the present one?

I don’t think so.

My birth and death occur in every instant…in one form or another.

In fact, that process will continue long after this molecular construct that I can look into the mirror and acknowledge as me becomes dust in the wind.

Birthdays can be depressing as we get older.

They bring thoughts of shedding that mortal coil…

But, perhaps, the coil is not mortal at all.

Maybe the coil is part and parcel of this great and vast universe that has no beginning and no, at least foreseeable, end.

Nevertheless, it’s pretty cool to have your existence acknowledged by folks, some of whom you barely know, once a year.

And to have an excuse to go out and burn a few brain cells.

Your birth, according to traditional usage, was a physical event that occurred once against astronomical odds of it ever occurring at all…

in that sense, sure go ahead and celebrate it.

The fact that we exist at all on this tiny blue planet in the midst of the trillions of others in this vast solar system…

is against astronomical odds.

But don’t delude yourself into believing that these markings in time called birthdays are all pointing towards the end to everything that can be called you…

Granted, there will be a corollary event one day, much more likely, certain even, to occur than was your birth…

But that “event” simply marks another beginning.

To what?

Well, only the universe knows.

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Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: birthdays, removing impact blinders

Against the Grain

November 28, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

against the grain

Here’s a post I wrote back in 2009 that sheds some light on things I’ve said regarding the racial tensions that our nation has experienced recently…

I guess it must’ve been 1975. I’d have been in the 10th grade, a sophomore at West Brunswick High School.

My father had moved our family to Holden Beach, North Carolina, a small “barrier island” on the extreme southern North Carolina coast, only a stone’s throw from South Carolina.

While North Carolina is usually not considered the “deep South”, Holden Beach was close enough. When we moved there in 1965 or 1966 (not sure about the exact date), the schools were still segregated.

For those of you not old enough to know what that means, the whites had their school, and the blacks another.

When desegregation took place in my third year of primary school, a few white families banded together to form a private school where their children could escape the unimaginable horror of attending school with black children.

However, that idea for some reason didn’t last too long, and after two years of attending Lockwood Academy I was thrust into the world of desegregated public school.

It’s not entirely clear to me why, but for some reason I just never took to the idea of racial intolerance.

It may have had something to do with a black gym instructor I had beginning in the 5th grade. His name was Moe Stanley and he became a great influence on my life in those formative years. I became very interested in sports, especially basketball and Moe Stanley helped to fuel that passion. Also our neighbor and close family friend was the head coach of the West Brunswick varsity basketball team, which had a very successful run back in those days.

Now most of the guys who were interested in basketball back then were black. I spent a good amount of time honing my skills on the playground courts with the black kids. I befriended many of them, which served to alienate me from white kids who didn’t think too much of my social inclinations. There were many physical threats, although I don’t remember any coming to fruition.

My dream was to be a varsity star at West Brunswick and when I entered that school in 1975 I tried out for the junior varsity team and made the squad, being the only white player on the team.

About that time I was also beginning to take notice of members of the opposite sex. Given that basketball was mainly an African American activity at West Brunswick, the cheer-leading squad also happened to be color consistent.

One girl on the varsity squad really caught my eye. She was older than me, being a junior. However, my infatuation with her quickly became known by my pals on the team and the word spread to her. We began a quite innocent relationship, which mostly just involved talking on the phone and occasionally hand-holding after games. I might’ve even stolen a kiss, I don’t really remember.

But what I do remember and what has marked me deeply for life is the reaction amongst the white crowd, young and old. My actions were, to put it mildly, scandalous and an abomination. I became an outcast, shunned by white society and threatened even with grave physical harm.

Later, after I “came to my senses” and began to date a white girl, it sent shock waves through me and I would turn pale as a ghost whenever someone would mention the topic. I was reminded often, even by my own family.

Despite the fact that I grew up in an environment where this malady of thought, this cancer of the conscience, affected so many of my peers, I have always gone against the grain. That hasn’t always made things easy for me.

I don’t know exactly from where my rebellion, or nonconformity, originates, but I am thankful that despite the pressures I felt from all sides to succumb to racial intolerance, for the most part I did not.

For the truth is, there is nothing so illogical, or plain downright ignorant, stupid and backwards, than to hate someone, or judge someone, or even think poorly of someone, because of the color of their skin.

I have a great deal of inner rage at the people who judged me so harshly for “siding with the blacks.” And actually, that wasn’t the case at all, I just hated white racial bigotry and would have taken any side opposing that.

While the U.S. has come a long way from the days of ugly racial intolerance and bigotry that I experienced during my high school years, I believe it still has a long way to go.

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Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Ferguson, racism, removing impact blinders

Imagine a World Without Race

November 26, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Imagine a World Without Race

I’m going to suggest an odd thing on the heels of all this pent up racial strife that’s exploding, once again, on our TV screens and even in some of our neighborhoods…

And that is…

to be thankful…

that the underlying thing…

behind all this…

in fact…

exists.

Not racism, dummy!

Race…

Or, the simple fact of life that some of us…look…and do…different.

Imagine, for a moment with me, a world without race.

Without that difference.

Without the color, or the culture, or the creative rhythms that they give birth to.

There would be no…

Michael Jordan, or

Michael Jackson,

or even The Rolling Stones (inspired by Muddy Waters).

Perhaps The King himself would never have shaken nor shimmied his way into the living rooms of shocked white parents.

There would be no…

Morgan Freeman, or

Denzel, or

Maya Angelou.

Break dancing perhaps wouldn’t exist.

No one would’ve ever hipped or hopped.

or, bebop’ed.

We’d never have had the chance to, “say hey, Willie.”

There never would’ve been an Ali…

to float like a butterfly…

and sting like a bee.

There’d never even have been that man,

who had a dream.

What a tragedy the world would be…

without race.

So, let’s be thankful for race…

Because, being thankful for what is…

can help us get rid of what should not be…

Racial inequality…

and racial hatred.

Imagine a world without race…it would look a whole lot different, wouldn’t it?

Race without the ism…well, it’s a wonderful thing.

Imagine a world without race…

and then be thankful that we don’t live in it.

 

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Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: race, removing impact blinders

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