Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Dateline: Autumn 1989

"Note to the GDR-Regime: Been a Real Trip – Have a Nice Fall!"
(The pay-off after having defended the Federal Republic of Germany against the standing threat from the German 'Democratic' Republic, both being Republics)

I'm still often asked what it was like, being around and close up during the course of events leading up to and following the Berlin Wall Fall. At the time I had my nose to the window, as my Desk handled every daily detail of the developments without let-up, a fence here, a border there, a trek over three Satellite countries to reach the Western half of your own city, the non-violent but chaotic and sometimes desperate storming of Embassies, the mass demos in East Germany... I had to update stuff before the news even left the public presses, and brief the Big Shots and look smart. Well, the smartest Intel-product I came up with in that windowless vault I called home, was this popular little number as Christmas neared, covering the period of Nov. 9th to just up to Christmas, and I remember that well, since my prediction toward the end on Ceausescu bore out on Christmas day. The Tianenman Square incident was also still fresh in most minds, although already about six months old, as it formed a counter-balance for the events here.

To Stateside outsiders, or for those whose memory is shy of a few names from '89, the Hans mentioned here was Modrow, the moderate who looked like a hopeful if the East Germans actually were to come up with an entirely new concept and still remain “East“; the Erich mentioned is not Honecker the half-senile Party Chairman but rather Mielke, the shrewd and butt-ugly head of the Stasi, their version of CIA/FBI/Gestapo in one animal. (U-Bahn is the subway system; Tor is gate.) Krenz was a colorless Party functionary who wound up having the entire leadership decision foisted on his lap, and clueless and floundering with the rest of them he dropped the last veneer of anti-Perestroika Attitude and opted for (d-uhh) opening the checkpoints.

So this was composed over a cold one at the corner bar outside my barracks at 1 a.m., and is best sung in the same condition as when it was composed. (The content is all dead-accurate and may be used as reference material in any high school project. In fact, all those Big Shots I mentioned earlier, from the American Commander of Berlin on down, every man of them, was moved to tears and if there'd ever been a medal they gave out for this kind of meddling I'd be wearing it.)

Since the Ninth of November

On the ninth of November, my true love gave to me:
champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

On the following Monday, my true love gave to me:
twenty thousand marching, calling for reforms,
and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

By the end of November, my true love handed me:
ten crossing-points!...Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching souls,
and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

On the eighth of December, my true love traded me:
Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work – more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

On the tenth of December, my true love promised me:
no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work – more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

By the middle of December, my true love opened up:
further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

By the twentieth of December, my true love added on:
every East Bloc country, further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

On December twenty-second, my true love gave to me:
one more U-Bahn, Brandenburger Tor, every East Bloc country, further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

On the very eve of Christmas, my true love granted me:
no need for West visas, one more U-Bahn, Brandenburger Tor, every East Bloc country, further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

In the past three or four months, my true love's given me:
drastic Party changes, Erich behind bars, Ceausescu on the run, no need for West visas, one more U-Bahn, Brandenburger Tor, every East Bloc country, further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching, and champagne at the Berlin Wall-party.

By the end of the year, we would surely like to see:
China get the message, drastic Party changes, Erich behind bars, Ceausescu to the wall, no need for West visas, one more U-Bahn, Brandenburger Tor, every East Bloc country, further disclosures, May 6 elections, no more blasted Stasi, Gysi for Gerlach, Krenz out of work, more crossing-points, Hans as a hopeful, twenty thousand marching souls, - - and - cham-pagne - at the - Ber-lin Wall-party.

 Happy New Year.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Woman Rising

A male ultra-orthodox Jew would tell me:  that if a woman so much as touches him he has to do ablutions again or he can't perform his prayers, or lay hand on a Torah or a Talmud.
A male orthodox Muslim would likewise tell me:  that if he so much as touched a woman he also has to repeat the ablutions before he can orient himself toward Mecca and perform his prayers, or even lay hand on a Qur'an.
I would reply to both:  that if I've touched a woman I no longer need ablutions, and if a woman has touched me I can skip the prayers altogether.

The common root for the Arabic "compassionate" and "merciful" is the word WOMB, and it is no accident or coincidence that the cleft in the big cubic Ka'aba holding the sacred black stone for so many centuries, still kissed by throngs of worshippers, strongly resembles a YONI.

The orthodox male is terrified not merely of the power of a woman or of her sexuality - he is terrified of her divinity.  Terrified enough to regard her as "weaker," as second order, and as the sexual trap reflecting his own underdeveloped, unevolved ego - so that she remains for him "sexual" in order that he can "master" that in her.  (She becomes for him:  master-bait.)  So he cloisters her or throws a burka over her, beats or brutalizes or humiliates her, owns her or pimps her, or keeps her barefoot and pregnant, or shoots her or pours acid on her, or marries her off to the nearest cousin.  Anything but see a partner in her - and why?  Because he is "God" - and naturally "God hath no partners"...

The relegating of woman to second or third class citizen in the Name of God will wind up in the dustbin of history, and we will even see women standing in the Catholic pulpits as they once had done among the very earliest Christians - this or the Vatican will crumble once and for all.
The Aquarian Age has arrived.



Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sovereignty of Love

 
Lovers know neither heaven nor hell,
visit neither, seek nor avoid either
full of hope or fear.
Heaven is for egos that do good, hell is for egos that do evil.
They are only dreams of the ego, as is the ego.
The lover is not an ego, the lover is empty, effaced in the beloved,
gladly serving the actual living truth of this.
The lover reflects and embodies, channels and radiates
the Sovereignty of Love.

No ideology known to Human-kind, and no outer garment
of dress or style or appearance or exotic uniformity meant to distinguish,
can ever Be this.
The authority of love, the sovereignty and dominion of love:
concentrated and married to it internally,
manifesting it outwardly here, now and always,
establishing It, rather than an imperial church or a caliphate,
one inherits the earth.
And is good to it.

The lover only acts with lovingkindness
out of sheer love for and appreciation of the divine Being,
or of Being divine, or of life and of giving life.
There is no thought of reward for the lover,
as love is sovereign and no beggar after crumbs.
One's origin and one's destination are one and the same: light.

Sacred song is only called such and experienced so,
insofar as it introduces and projects, establishes into a space or realm
The Absolute Sovereignty of Love,
producing joy, anchored in spirit, in light, nourishing without limit
those living and departed who can receive it.

Even these words are not It.
Yet if they disturb or inspire one single mind,
or move or open one single heart . . .
it's a start.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Lover Addresses Beloved

Many are my sins, I stand empty and unprepared before my Lord.
Few if any are my redeeming virtues, on whose scale shall I measure?
Yet with the breadth of my heart and the focused passion of my soul,
for you, my beloved, I would cover you and stand by you,
argue on your behalf spanning a thousand lifetimes of sins,
with a prayer, a word, an action, unto my last breath, 
hold your hand preciously in my hand
and walk with you into perfect union, praising God.