Dignity

Who cannot first acknowledge and respect with dignity and awareness
his/her own person, own ethnic roots or national sovereign identity,
cannot be qualified to honestly respect the same in any other –
but only dishonestly.

This holds true between individuals, and between communities,
between societies with respective national origins.

What we have now is not "overweening nationalism" as the problem –
but a fake "appreciation" of the other (who remains the other,
no matter how the hyper-racists of the Regressive-Left color it).

Hyper-racism is what one has when shrill "anti-racism" betrays
a bludgeoning dictatorship of ethno-masochism woven
into the minds of a nation. It’s fabric is self-demonization,
and is spun with most unkind hypocrisy.

No dignity left, no respect – only the twisted macabre parody of both,
criminalising free speech and holding language hostage to a
cultural Marxism.

Dignity comes from oneself, respect is its aroma.
Real being with others, and mutually sovereign interaction,
are the proving ground.

You cannot "love thy neighbour as thyself" when you loathe "thyself".
Forcing destabilisation of a continent of nations of multiple cultures
and one binding identity, via an artificial mass population switch
cobbled by neurotic sociopaths and a politically correct media elite –
exposes its own lie as "harbinger" of multi-culti "harmony".
It betrays a sado-maso cult of dominating totalitarian proportions,
long in the making and ever closer to realisation.

Being trained to focus outwardly and lose the inner compass,
one is too manipulated to think, to question this,
too cowed by its immense propaganda to confront it openly –
and evidently too indoctrinated to see through it to begin with.
Maybe.

Maybe the human will to own dignity and self-respect
and sovereignty of person may reawaken yet.
For no persons are "special" – and every Human Being
is divine in origin – conscious or not.

Getting Impermanence

Of course we really know that nothing is permanent, and it is in our
altogether human nature to resist it, to fight knowing it, and in a certain sense
this is understandable and even healthy.

What is understandable in it is that by our grasping we delude ourselves
out of a primal fear of losing what we are identified with, having not tasted
our basic nature - or better, having forgotten the taste of it.

What is healthy and quite sane however, is the demonstration in this
of concentration of our own creative and constructive will and activity toward
making something manifest and holding that in place.

This shows responsibility, maturity, a will to develop and to benefit oneself
and others, one's environment.  That, even knowing, acknowledging that
anything is existentially impermanent, one gives all human effort of mind,
of body, of nerve, of heart and soul to create and to hold.

When "the impermanence of all things" gets sifted through the filter
of lazy egos which have merely ridden on the gravy trains of those
who've worked and striven and left something solid, one sees an attitude
of ingratitude, of complacency, of indifference, of narcissistic demands
full of excuses for everything but one's own responsibility:  one sees "SJWs"...

Or laid-back (passive-aggressive) "anti-materialists"  full of moralisms
and without morals, exhoritng and cajoling with more "demands" than
their pens can catch up with.  No, pens would be inaccurate:  for the very
Twitter and I-Phone culture of this time speaks of even the spoken word,
the written or printed idea, as being of no permanence, and in this is meant:
of no importance, of "no matter"...showing no character.

This is not Right Thinking, to which the real dharmic instructions on impermanence belong.
One who is clear about impermanence is apt to appreciate things for what they are in all their native beauty, rather than to go out to destroy them.
One who is clear about impermanence knows that a rose always grows and then goes,
that it withers and dies on its own - one needn't trample the rosebed for that,
in order to lay waste and not even have a clue about developing
that same soil and producing something of equal or better or higher value.

One speaks of "capitalists," how attached they are to what they create,
edifices to their own monumental egos.  That may well be so, but they still create -
and as times move the creative impulse moves with it,
conscious of impermanence or not.

Fascism, socialism, communism - full of Four- and Five-Year-Plans,  controlling, controlling,
and presuming to usher in the next "utopia" with a Wall or a Camp or a Gulag or a Prison:
its wannabes stoning police, setting public and private property afire,
mobbing and exercising unbridled puerile psycho-terror -
for the express purpose of "demonstrating impermanence" and in so doing
merely vomiting forth their own total disregard for life itself.

One who really, but really, gets impermanence of all things treats all things
all the moreso with care and with dignity - and more importantly: all sentient
beings, that being: Human, animal, vegetation, the earth.
For if this life is impermanent, then it stands to reason, that compassion
must be real, awareness must be conscious, and every thing and every one
must be appreciated, natively and intimately.

Whom I Call Lord

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

Whom I call Lord, is gracious, merciful, compassionate –
demanding of me but this, imbuing me with the same:
toward myself, toward others, toward all.

Whom I call Lord calls none by the name infidel, nor unbeliever, nor apostate –
only: My child. Demands no shunning nor enmity toward anyone, nor murder.
Rewards simplicity and love with more love, and inspiration to serve and to remember.

Whom I call Lord moves me to take a position or to leave it, but consciously;
and if it is an unpopular position which calls for confrontation, to take it and trust;
to follow my heart's prompting in movement or repose, even should it merit conflict.

Whom I call Lord will preserve my sincerity, restore my dignity, increase my faith,
and make me fearless, provided I hold and cherish these in my heart, on every breath.
Assures me of sovereignty over myself, and over none other.

Whom I call Lord is enormous beyond measure, fabulous beyond words,
wondrous in beauty and in wisdom, Source of my existence, my ever-present destiny;
subtle as my kitty's whisker or a baby's cooing whisper.

A Personal Prayer for the Times

O my Noble Lord and Cherisher!

Preserve my sincerity, restore my dignity,

increase my faith, and make me fearless.

Bless me with the grace

to rightly perceive, firmly confront,

and compassionately creatively constructively

prevail over all forms of tyranny and aggression and abuse,

whenever and wherever I am witness to it,

in defense of the defenseless, the innocent, and the truth.

Amen.

Anesthesia

A creeping vapor insidiously
pouring into every crevice of our world,
sharing its poison generously in every passage,
anesthetizing entire populations with its

narcoleptic dumbing-down.

Submission, it whispers, and Tolerance,
giving us familiar words in NewSpeak,
treading on once deeply held values full of meaning,
with an ersatz-faith, a cult of political correctness.

Steeped in the stock pathological symptoms
of a long well established Stockholm Syndrome.
Love is foreign to it, though it abuse every word even that;
dignity as well – and sovereignty of one's word is entirely gone.

All becomes relativized, history revised, civilized
is no longer sacred, nothing may be criticized – you're scared
to think, to question, to confront; a huge front
looms before you, a foggy mass of redundant calming.

It tells you, warns you, cojoles you not to fight the power,
not to swim against the stream, not to resist the herd;
It crunches numbers and crushes you, your will to be awake,
it commericalizes, mass produces its message: and it is all fake.

Precious reader, let us stand together, even should we stand alone.
Let us never retreat, though we lose all but not our soul;
Let us become conscious, and stay that, mind and heart, breath and bone –
the sickness is clammy and dense, it can be named –
                                                            you and I must keep ourselves whole.

 

 

All Women Are Created Equal

I long for a bygone Feminism without the ism which all morphed into the creature we have today

- which does not even bear addressing here -

I long for a Voice among Women and the Men who stand with them,

to expose and confront the mentality

in the still perpetrator-friendly and victim-hostile public mind

that when school girls, teenagers and young women

are being stalked, accosted, baited, lured, groomed

for a thoroughly primitive and brutal sex industry,

mistreated and beaten, repeatedly raped and forced into a hostage-slavery,

whether by networking pedophiles anywhere

or gangs of Pakistani Muslims in Rotherham or Boko Haram in Nigeria

- anywhere, everywhere: that when these are being spoken of, reported in the press, tsk-tsk'd as being unfairly "treated like whores or sluts"

(for their appearance or because they're often "poor white trash" etc.)

- I want it to go on record, if only this once, right here and on my board,

because I am really fed up over this central point and feel ready

to go out and take no prisoners:

NO "WHORE" AND NO "SLUT" (BY WHATEVER REASON SO REFERRED TO AND WITHOUT EXCEPTION ) "DESERVES" AS IT WERE, ON THIS BASIS, TO EVER EVER EVER BE VICTIM TO PREDATORS AND LOATHED AND LEFT OUT TO HANG BY AN EITHER INDIFFERENT PUBLIC AND ITS INSTITUTIONS OR BY A VERY OLD AND DEEPLY EMBEDDED CONTEMPT TOWARD THE FEMALE GENDER OR TOWARD CHILDREN AS FAIR GAME.
Moreover: whores are human beings, sluts are human beings,
and the one thing I view which decides for me between
human and sub-human (not dissing the animal kingdom!)
is empathy or the absence of it, in whatever sphere we are speaking of.

I wish to see an end to a twisted old prudery toward sexuality,

and to a predator industry so way out of bounds
as counterweight to the latter,

I wish to see every single female from infancy to ripe old maturity,

honored as the Embodiment of Woman, regardless or rather inclusive of,

however she fits into that embodiment;

I wish to see all women as women treated first of all and foremost,

with the dignity of Being Woman.

I know wherof I speak, and it is a fierce love for that Woman.

Benediction

In the Name of the sacred chain of Illuminated Souls
who hold together the worlds:
May the Living God be with you now and always -
here-now and in reality, as in eternity.
May He, your Noble Lord and Cherisher, preserve your sincerity,
restore your dignity, increase your faith,
and make you fearless.
May the power of His Name abide with you.
May your joy be full and gratitude be your portion.
May you be moved and guided to find and assert
your inborn sovereign dignity and power,
your inborn sovereign confidence and grace.
And may His light ever shine within your heart,
even as you shine within mine.
Amen.