Extremely human and enlightening. And again: the reason for the ruthlessness and violence towards Palestinians is not to be found in ancient writings but in Modern ones. Auschwitz was not prescribed in any ancient scripture, neither is Israeli colonialism. Can you get my website: alicewalkersgarden. If so, please read the entire poem. I am including it here. Also, would you mind if I published your letter to help with the discussion, which seems to be, from what I hear, more about shouting. In my awakening. Long before I knew Or cared What they were. To tell the truth It has always calmed me To have them near.
Too much time has passed. I cannot be fooled. Zionist Nazis are not the Jews I know; terrorists who would and do Kill anyone and anything To get what they want: Control over everyone. I will never be divided from my friends. No matter how bad Zionist Nazis are making Jews look. I like especially to see Jews standing firm With the same Realization I also have: That the dream of one humanity, Of one race of humankind Is being born each day In every one of us Who leave race and culture and religion Handed to us at birth behind And hold ourselves accountable today This minute To the standard of eternal Caring For the one United Tribe Of Conscious Earthlings.
I believe it can only help us evolve, if we examine our basic religious programming, whatever it is. Though students may no longer read the ancient texts: the Koran, the Bible, the Torah or Talmud, the Buddhist texts carved in stone in what used to be Burma, these teachings continue to inform human activity.
I have experienced some of their effects in my own life. In any case, as someone ignorant yes, this is true of what is in the ancient texts in their totality, I am, millions of us are, still wounded by the parts that have been inherited by word of mouth, over generations, and millennia, and are recognized as active in human behavior today.
For instance: here are places we have already, to some degree, brought negative Biblical teachings up to date: Blackness is not a curse but a blessing! Woman must not keep silent in the churches, she must speak! Perhaps being misunderstood, or risking harm to ourselves, as well as infuriating others as we go. I wish to affirm that I am not anti-anyone. I am also free enough to realize that to attempt to damage such a life would not be helpful and would in fact be a backward move. There is far more important work to be done. May we all enter the New Year peacefully, and in peace continue our journey.
Happy Solstice! The Light is Returning to a Darkened World. I do not believe he is anti-Semitic or anti-Jewish. I do believe he is brave enough to ask the questions others fear to ask, and to speak his own understanding of the truth wherever it might lead. Many attempts have been made to censor and silence him. As a woman, and a person of color, as a writer who has been criticized and banned myself, I support his right to share his own thoughts.
It is a sad day for freedom of inquiry, thought, and speech, when an attempt is made to frighten people into lying about what is on their nightstand. This, of course, will be the effect of this misguided and cowardly backlash. I say cowardly because I believe the attempt to smear David Icke, and by association, me, is really an effort to dampen the effect of our speaking out in support of the people of Palestine.
Pacifists have no option, really, but to make our resistance felt through non-compliance with injustice and brutality. The razing of crops. The taking of land. The imprisonment of poets. I read everything. I even tried once to read Mein Kampf but found it too steeped in German history to make sense. It also seemed pedantic and boring. But after hearing so much about it, I wanted to know what it said for myself. Suppose these books had been in the pile of books on my nightstand? Was I to be so fearful of what people thought that I would deny I was attempting to read them? The same is true of reading the Talmud, or the Bible, for that matter.
Some parts of both are extremely problematic, and contain programming — about how to live, think, behave — that has caused us more grief than we, poor beaten down humans, for the most part, deserve. What do I believe might save us, as humans, yet? It may sound absurd. The ignorance of many humans, especially in our country, is abysmal.
Everything you see, read, or hear, has a backstory. A history. A reason. And Icke, among many others, digs around in the past to try to find out what it is. Awareness is key and we are lucky that there are people, intelligent ones, who care enough to raise it. I say read everybody, read everything! Being mocked, called ridiculous names, and disinvited from events by people whose backbones turn to jelly the moment they realize they might be criticized for having you appear, is a small price to pay for continuing in solidarity with Ancestors who would not have you be any other way.
And with all my love,.
Seen many of those lately not backed up by missiles and tanks? Take it or leave it, he is offering something extremely timely and useful. A completely new and different way to understand the world. And if you love mythology, as I do, you will have a fine time seeing how a new myth, with us in it! Still, for some this will seem very far out, and way beyond the safety net of Joseph Campbell.
Or even beyond the wild tales and fables of Greek and Hindu storytellers, my favorites for many years. Ah, madness. Wonderful stuff. You know: virgin births, life after death in the same body, the making of the planet and maybe the whole universe in a week by someone who looks surprisingly like the white man oppressing you, the blackness of humans being a curse, the required obedience of slaves to their masters, the making of woman out of a rib, the silence required of this same rib-fashioned woman in any gathering of the Holy all male by definition and so on. Keep an open mind. Change the habits, the hats, the mind-set, the conversation, by any means necessary.
Whoever they are. Imagine the Greeks with none of their mythological history to succor, guide, and sometimes horrify them into consciousness. His teachings about so many things are immensely valuable. Indeed, I have been envisioning how an entire course of study might be constructed around his wisdom.
I am perhaps not the person to attempt such a course, but it is obvious to me it would benefit the planet and human and animal kind if someone did. There is a world of information this great teacher and healer offers us: from the perhaps thousands of years Africans have interacted with Space beings to this revelatory look below at the African way with ancient and contemporary Crop Circles. A gardener, I loved crop circles from the moment I was shown pictures of them. I was also moved by the spirit of the beings who made them. To create so beautifully, so mysteriously, how cool they must be!
I also resonate deeply with the traditional African sense of reciprocity and reverence with these unanticipated guests. Credo Mutwa is now 92 years old. He is in great pain, suffering from the knowledge that, as he says, his continent, Africa, is being murdered. What can we do to stop the depopulation of Africa, of Earth? Let us begin by knowing who we have been; what has already been taken from humanity. Let us honor and love ourselves, and each other, before we go. This behavior, he said, sometimes saves lives. When attackers see they must eliminate many instead of one, sometimes not always unfortunately they think twice.
We are affirmed in our humanity which is actually defined by the work we do, and have done, in the world. This is also the way we create and maintain a different world system, one in which each of us knows we will be seen and affirmed by others who have the courage and self-respect to do so. I have defended many great souls in my life, and hope to do so many times more before I leave this reality.
But I have appreciated it very much, as I see such solidarity as being what the struggle for an improved humanity is about. Or even neighbors and parents. Here below is her piece, which appeared in Al Jazeera some months ago. Once again, thank you Susan Albulhawa. I believe with all my heart that the better world of which we dream and for which we work so hard will be accomplished by each of us showing the courage to rise to a higher, more intense, and perhaps more dangerous level of solidarity than we had presumed the struggle required.
The world is in an uproar. The danger zone is everywhere. Healing comes out of a very simple human relationship — knowing your life matters to another person, and connecting to something larger and unseen. Born to be free. What books are on your nightstand? Bombed-out, psychologically traumatized Cambodia has become a place where even children are seen as commodities and treated worse than never terrorized or subjugated humans can imagine.
Photo above by: Yolanda Padilla. Photo below by: Alice Walker. Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart …. In Community. Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart. The Mother of Trees. I have been so impressed by the black women who are at the forefront of the effort to remove the statues of Confederate soldiers from public squares and college campuses that I could be hugging on them right this minute.
Instead, while clearing my summer garden of autumn trash, and checking my late corn to see if it is ripe yes, Southern black girl training: understanding that training comes before magic Spirit gave me an idea that I think we Southern black women, together, might work on.
As we know from experience, it is imperative that we remain faithful to Soul, unless we want our music to be ruined forever. The one who was a young man, sometimes only a boy, happy on his farm and fishing in his creek, who had no idea really that war existed, or what it was. Of course nobody in the South and the North as well other than the men whose aggrandizement of property and power depends on wars, knew what war really was. A big war, that would murder hundreds of thousands, and leave stacks of amputated arms and legs and other parts in heaps wherever it tarried.
I was born in Middle Georgia. Our Confederate soldier has stood in the middle of town, facing North, for as long as I can remember. That told us a lot. Recently, a friend who lives there, mentioned in passing that our county refused, as long as it could, to join the Confederacy. Because people were happy enough as they were and saw no point. There he stood, basically ignored. Suppose he was thirteen? Sixteen, Seventeen? Suppose he had just fallen in love? Suppose he was really poor, as so many poor white folks were. Suppose there was nobody to look after his family once he was gone.
It would probably have been some poor white and black folks, elders probably, who refused to let them starve, or have babies without company and assistance. Those horrid monuments to slaughter of the innocents must be placed where everyone can really look at them. On a battlefield, is a great idea, as has been suggested. Black and white must write the truth, in stone, on the base of each one. And the ones in Richmond, Virginia, for instance, so large they tower over everything, should be right in the center.
Visitors should be invited to truly comprehend all the moving parts of a war that scarred the hearts of all our people, as deeply as it scarred the beautiful Southern countryside, and to shed their blind insistence on defending a history that did not exist. That would be so like us. Contrary, you know. Generally the space that slavery and segregation has left us in peace is our cemeteries. We might place our stone there. In its modesty — something we can afford, collectively, without a lot of stress — it can blend with the earth, which does not relish the destruction of war, either.
Many years of happiness, whole lifetimes, were stolen from you; we know how this feels. May our descendants not waste their time and their lives on wars that are planned to enrich the coffers of strangers, but instead stand together against all wars and spend their time on this beautiful planet smiling, bowing to its beauty, and dancing. Por favor lea. Oir Omarosa. But this is where we are As a nation of cowards, As we follow a person, Who, as Omarosa warns us, Is falling over a cliff; His thumb near a button That might annihilate us all. His anger certain to be taken out On the children and their parents, Grandparents, housing and food stores, In Korea and Iran.
Syria, and other places too. As well as on black people everywhere Whose feelings he consistently ignores And hurts. Lucky for dogs They do not feel this pain. They go about their business Same as always: An eternity of kindness In their expressive eyes; Aeons of concern and helpfulness; Offerings of joy In every Age. Dogs are the winners here On Earth I think. They know what is Apparently impossible For many humans to learn: That there exists A kind of free Goodness In the soul that gives up All pretense Of being more of or better than: A kind of free happiness In being creatures With nothing to hide.
Written in defense of dogs everywhere. And of women, everywhere. Grow up. Nigger has a meaning You would have to live Lifetimes To comprehend. Niggers have at least one Honorable tradition, No matter how many Gold nooses, chains, and shackles They wear. They have never endangered a planet Or even destroyed part of one. Most still respect children. Spelman College students studying for classes while in jail in Atlanta. Early Sixties. Marian Wright later Edelman , not reading, displays the look and posture of so many young protesters of the time: there is courage, determination, and vulnerability.
Download pdf kb. Principios de los One thing you can count on :. Wonders Never Ceasing. Ah, we say to each other: there is that wisdom, that tenderness, that togetherness, that love, that kept us going for so long. This is what it can look like today, and is, today, apparently, for some people; though infrequently exhibited on television, where a gun or a car is so often exploding. If only my parents could have watched Queen Sugar.
Farmers, they would at last have seen something they and their grandparents, and their parents and grandparents before them, would have understood. Love of Earth, love of the land, along with the understanding that humans who inhabit it are responsible for its care. They would have seen themselves, vividly depicted, in their daily, monthly, yearly, dramas. Passionate and principled people — once some of them outgrew despair and gave up drinking — they would have relished seeing themselves as whole and capable, standing together as one stalk, though spread into infinity —and with so much variety!
It is a powerful gift, Queen Sugar. A wonder. And proves again that where the heart and brain are united in offering the very best that can be conceived, there too an art that encourages the people, and loves us into healthful growth, will be born. What History can be for: Knowing when something now happening to others has also happened to you.
A friend, in passing, mentioned he was reading this book. He was struck by the similarity of the suffering of poor people all over the world. I had not heard of it, but when he said it made him better understand the Irish Potato Famine of the s I realized I had wanted to understand this period better since the time, in college probably, I first learned of it.
What exactly happened? And how did this catastrophe, in which over a million poor farmers starved to death, and, while in the process of starving, were evicted from their land and homes, connect with the hundreds of thousands of Irish people who immigrated to the United States? How did their passage differ from that of other white emigrants? And how did they deal with the fact that while they were starving and dying and forced to leave Ireland because their potatoes -the primary diet -were diseased and inedible, the landowners whose potatoes were unaffected by the blight, shipped them abroad for a profit.
What did they learn from their physical, psychic, and emotional journey? Had it profoundly changed them? What was Margaret Mitchell really showing us in this saga set in the deep South during the American Civil War, a mere twenty years after the Irish Potato famine. What about Robert Kennedy who learned by being shown, in the s, that black children were starving in Mississippi, in America? And wept. The Star of the Sea is the name of the ship on which the emigrants sailed. It as book contains some of the most beautiful, intricate, deep, funny and sorrowful writing I have ever read.
One photograph of the author shows someone otherworldly, as if this book though he has written many others was his assignment on being sent here. I learned more about the history of England and Ireland —and the cruelty and greed of both their upper classes -from reading this book truly amazing on Audio than I had despaired of ever knowing.
Or as a teaching on the concealed miseries of the Upper Classes who get all the toys and little of the soul. It is quite true, one realizes anew, reading this book, that the world is not divided into countries as much as into classes. A lot of energy goes into keeping this fact concealed. There are workers, in vast numbers, all over the earth, and there is the One Percent; who all seem to know each other. I listened to it twice, for the pleasure of the writing, and grasped most threads, I hope.
Good luck. His voice is perfect for the story. Also for napping. This too seemed perfect. I recently ran across an earlier review I wrote of another book from Ireland that moved me deeply. Read together some questions from Star of the Sea are answered. Even Charles Dickens, whom we appreciate for being the voice of so many abused children, is left in the dust. Managing to stay alive, only just, by her own wits, in a world determined to erase her life and to make her believe, in her very soul, that she is nothing. It is a hair-raising read. That it is a best seller in Ireland and England gives me hope.
Margaret Long is not being abandoned again. Still, it is so difficult a read one might ask: Why should we bother? Especially those children who, unwittingly, inherit the brutalities of colonialism, whether in Ireland, where this story is set, or the rest of the globe. I was amazed to feel some of the English, Irish, Scottish ancestors of both enslaved Africans and indentured Europeans in the Americas showing up in the characters of the Dubliners Margaret Long depicts.
And who, some of them, unfortunately, still walk among us. The destruction of our common humanity through the manipulation of imposed poverty, misogyny, alcoholism and drug abuse, is a major source of our misery, world-wide; and has been for a long time. Into our love for ourselves And for our brown and black sons Who are so under attack. They are killing themselves And let us not forget That from Palestine to Los Angeles They are being killed By other youth and grownups, Who are themselves, in essence, Already murdered.
We ask in our daze Of being so connected To everything in the Universe Except the murdered, The suicides;. Support Avaaz on this issue! It was a massacre!!
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The stinking hypocrisy knows no bounds, and no shame. What clashes?? It IS a massacre. Another installment of 40 years of Israeli racist brutality and military repression. Avaaz battles racism everywhere. Israel today is an ethnic dictatorship — one of the most brutally racist regimes on the planet. I came on board just as the second edition was being submitted for publication, so up until now I hadn't really played a role in any of the published versions, though as a group we continued to painstakingly research the inter-novel continuity and maintain a primary document for reference.
Lo and behold, early in Pocket's senior Trek editor Marco Palmieri informed us that our services would again be welcomed. Pocket had greenlighted a reference book that would come to be titled Voyages of Imagination: The Definitive Star Trek Fiction Companion , and the author Jeff Ayres had specifically asked that an updated edition of our timeline be included as an appendix. We decided to take the opportunity to radically reform the basic structure of the document, improving the readability, adding footnotes and, most importantly, breaking out all of the "secondary" entries backstories, flashbacks, time-travel segments, etc.
The end result was a very useful reference which, in my opinion, incorporates many of the better qualities from my own web-based timeline.
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Voyages of Imagination is currently slated for publication in October of So now the ten bazillion-dollar question is Let me be clear that no one at Paramount or Pocket Books has asked me to take it down at least not yet. But I do have to consider the wisdom of promoting a book that contains all of this information while I'm still sharing it freely on the Internet.
Granted, this timeline still has some fundamental differences of interpretation with the one in the book. But many of those differences are slowly disappearing, in no small part due to my own influence. Furthermore, given that the fiction published over the last fifteen years or so has been using the Okuda's Star Trek Chronology as a primary reference for so many books now, I'm beginning to grudgingly accept that the older fiction must now be retconned to match the chronology of the new, and not vice-versa. Which means, to put it bluntly, that my own separate web-based timeline is rapidly losing its relevance.
For now, it remains up and running, though at the time of this writing it hasn't been updated in over ten months. When I decide upon its ultimate fate, I'll let everyone know on this very page. In the meantime, place your pre-orders for Voyages of Imagination now! It will be a stunning reference book covering every Star Trek novel ever published. It might possibly end up begin the coolest book ever. That's right, order it now.
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