Monday, February 16, 2015

You Must Be Doing Something Right

You must be doing something right,
when you demonstrate for democracy and transparence
on the street weekly – but never weakly, just non-violently,
over critical issues, unpopular, poo-pooed by the press,
under police escort you walk, jeered, interrupted,
physically threatened by a violent mob 3 or 4 times your number.

You must be doing something right,
when you outline and articulate your arguments with clear statements
and are met with the mob's barking loathing name-calling,
low-brow screams free of clue or content,
from "Marxist"-wannabes, and the new Communist Party,
from "Antifa," from street Turks and Arabs, from Greens and The Left Party,
pathologically self-hating Germans – all whipped-up and driven,
calling you whipped-up and driven, only they are paid for this, you are not
and you stand your ground, week for week,
                                                           against every provocation to react.

You must be doing something right,
when among your own speakers challenging Islam's claims here,
as with Munich's demo, are ex-Muslims, Blacks, Turks, French, Dutch,
Syrians, Egyptians, Israelis, Iraqi Christians, ex-CDU politicians,
a (real) Leftist from the renowned Voltaire Club – and some folks who
actually work directly with refugees and report on the frequency
with which Christian war-refugees are regularly cornered and mobbed
by their Muslim counterparts in the asylum houses –
all this being drowned out by the Antifa-led mob
as it howls, frothing and self-satisfied, "Nazis, Nazis, Nazis,"
and here among you, flags of the Federal Republic and of Israel,
me with a yarmulke.

You must be doing something right,
when the entire governing political spectrum weighs in against you,
libeling you as Public Enemy Uno, no discussion, only incrimination,
likening you to ISIS, as you merely demonstrate to save your nation
from the indignation of Islamisation.

You must be doing something right,
when all the Parties in the Bundestag, from far left to conservative,
pay that mob set against you upwards to 25 Euro a head per hour
to badger you into intimidation or into striking back, and these are warm-ups;
it may get worse, I think it will, it's already exceedingly nasty – to be
martyrdom-sent to an early grave or an ICU is not my style,
                                                                                    but neither is violence;
my plan is to breathe and be there at that Berlin Main Train Station
                                                                                                 every Monday,
and take my licks if it comes to that, and defend what I'm there for
                                                                                                    to the teeth.

You must be doing something right,
if you know that by this very exertion, simply turning out and being there,
there where you and yours are targeted for the pillory, maligned
in print and talk show, planned against, preached against, set against,
by all agencies which this non-pluralistic regime has at its command:
trade unions, both Churches, Jewish and Muslim Councils,
                                                                             all civil services, colleges,
media, schools – all grades, bar none – childrens' programs
                                                                                   programming children
in the doctrine of the lie of multi(mono)culti and all things politically correct.

Pegida, in whichever city, in whichever country across Europe
and outside of Europe, spreading as citizens of a grassroots movement;
Pegida, here in Berlin, here where I first came with a vision of healing –
Pegida: you must be doing something right.
a. / b. Bärgida (Berlin-Pegida) Walk
c. The Antifa representing itself

23 Feb

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OMK1m8W65s

TRANSLATION of my first Talk on the Walk, or Walk-Talk (above link) - the first of what turned out to be many more afterward:

"Dear Berliners, as an American of Jewish heritage, I came to Berlin 26 years ago, because I had a great interest in seeing and experiencing post-War Germany. I didn't know back then how long I would stay, no one could have imagined Pegida or the need for it.

"My goal was to actually get to know the post-War Germans. I had thought, just after the Fall of the Wall, that the NPD, the neo-Nazis, right, the Brown plague altogether, posed the greatest threat to the future of the Federal Republic of Germany.

"What I was able to recognize early on however, and it often turns my stomach to this day, was the pathological self-hatred of the Germans, in which no healthy patriotism ever could hope to find its place. I recognized that this self-hatred, stirred up as it was through politics, school and the media, is in truth the actual threat, for this guilt complex will never let the post-War generations, and therewith innocent Germans, heal themselves of this trauma, and therefore never become free

"For it cannot, must never be expected of any People, that it hates itself! We Americans are matter of factly an immigrated People with a 239 year history. You Europeans however, already have millenia of a colorfully woven carpet, with many national cultures and cultural branches, identities, etc. And I can in this as an American only be on your side, because the intentions of my government are a crime against you and altogether against the European Peoples.

"Now to my second point: Berliners, Pegida co-Walkers: over there are the real runners-with-the-herd! As we all know, they're all stirred up and paid to intimidate us and to provoke us, so that we lose our nerve, in order to finally legally justify prohibiting our Walks. But we as Bärgida remain ever further non-violent!! We remain strong, and speak out freely what honestly moves us and brings us together!

"Stay true to yourselves, even under this great pressure and libelous maligning! Stay the course, stay the course! For only a culture which is conscious of itself and appreciates itself can find peace, make peace, represent and spread peace. Only such a culture can build a respectful future with other countries and nations."

(What unfortunately only later occurred to me, and I'd so love to have ended this with: “And I am proud to say, with each one of you here on the street, loud and clearly:) Ich – bin – ein – Bärgider!“

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Ramnam

What is this Ram?
How shall I describe that?
Is Ram a King of legendary pre-Antiquity, is Ram “God“?
This I know and little else:
Ram led me to Maharajji, that Maharajji may lead me to Ram.

Ram is the sovereignty of Love,
the firm ground of Dharma
and the space which frees one from all manner of dogma.
Ram gave Gandhiji vision and means
to free a subcontinental Colony
without aggression: satyagraha.

Where in the heart-liberating Name of Ram
there is room for all Names of God,
even there where the favor is not returned,
the graciousness not reciprocated,
where Ramnam is forbidden with sword and flame.

Maharajji the very embodiment of Ramnam
and its empowerment to love, serve and remember
as he instructed, this Baba of Neem Karoli,
Hanuman incarnate!
O Self to whom I sing!

http://hanumandassblog.com/ramcharitmanas-69-how-can-a-human-be-god/

Monday, February 9, 2015

At This Moment

I roll the mass of her flabby overweight body
over to the right side of the bed with one hand
trying to minimize the pain I'm causing her hip.

I've just given her insulin and a Beta-Feron injection
to hold her MS in check, with my free hand I'm now
changing her soiled underpadding and removing
her XXL-diaper to clear and to clean up there.
This is but our second evening seeing each other,
yet I'm acquainted with her shame and quiet disgust.

As I finish arranging her position in her fresh covering,
she expresses thanks in her humble and sincere manner,
excusing and accusing herself for putting us to such pains,
requiring such effort of us. My time at this moment is costing me,
I'm under plenty pressure at this moment with traffic and waiting clients
with all their self-concerns and expectations of promptness.

There in that livingroom with all its mess and disorder, two cats hiding about
and everything in such disarray you'd need a navigator to find anything.
At this moment I have nowhere else to be, and nothing better to do:
I drop everything from my coordinating, overseeing mind, I have no "tour"
at this moment – I have only her, and her alone. For this one moment.

I take her extended hand in mine, as one does in parting, but hold it.
The flat of my fingers presses into her palm, communicating firmness
without pressure, my other hand enfolds our grip with gentle emphasis.

Locking eyes with her, holding our gaze, breathing merely and speaking
in a very matter-of-fact tone, at this moment I reply.

Frau D, I tell her, if any of us had a problem with your condition, we'd have not
taken this line of work, had we? This is not only daily stuff for us,
this is just body stuff, this has nothing to do with you, it's your suffering.
You are not our problem, you are not my problem. Traffic, and time pressure,
and where I need to be in the few minutes which won't be enough anyway –
that's all my problem, not you. You are not my problem. I'm glad
to make my visits to you, I'm glad to see you, I'm glad to do this.
And I like you, we like you, you are in fact a very loveable person –
and even if you weren't, so what. You are worth it, and we love you.
I love you.

"Thank you for that," she answers, "but we've only just met,
you hardly know me at all."
That may be, I reply, that may be. But God knows you, that's quite enough.

It took all of barely two minutes, but was entirely sufficient
at this moment.