Approaching the Bar

Here I am. In court again. 2:30 p.m. Lane County Circuit Court. Public defender is not here.

Last time he walked in late like the star of the show. Swashbuckling. Only man in the room seemingly unintimidated by the judge. His bumbling reset the pace of the courtroom.

New judge this time. Nice change from the previous. Courtroom atmosphere is noticeably lighter. Lawyers seem calmer. Last time it felt more like the New York Stock Exchange.

The defendants were the stock. The lawyers were the traders. The judge was God.

Many of the defendants are more akin to lost sheep rather than criminals. A few carry the stained look of a deeply downtrodden soul that surrendered long ago to the pull of crime.

Most though seemed the ilk of the unlucky and uneducated. A few sit hopefully. Others exercise their patience. All seemed resigned to some arbitrary fate. A fate they have no control over.

It is all part of some high stakes game yet few seem even mildly aware of what the stakes are and what is the purpose of the game.

Even when nobody is talking, silence is never achieved. The rustling of papers. Hushed whispers. The sound clothing makes when worn by fidgety people. The distant hum of temperature control.

The judge moves quickly through the business. A name is called. Somebody stands awkwardly and silently while an appointed lawyer stands and does the talking. A new name is called. Another person stands, not sure if they should step into the aisle, approach the bench or just stand where they are. Before most even make their decision a new name is called. The vast majority fall under some umbrella called a "settlement conference."

It all seems very efficient, but only the players seem to know what is going on. And it begs the question. Is the efficiency and pace of the room set so the people don't have time to think? So they can't get their bearings? Or is it simply a symptom of an overburdened system trying to keep pace with the overwhelming number of criminals?

Tree Medicine

Hanging out with trees, especially in old growth forests, where the continuous succession of EArth Mama Energy remains strong, brings on a state I call "enlivenment." It isn't enlightenment per say, but with so much extra life flowing inside me, I certainly feel lighter.

EArth Mama Rise

My biggest most recent idea is that the EArth is so conscious and smart and responsible for our existence and so much of us comes directly from her and she holds us to herself so strongly, that at any point, if she wanted, she could integrate right into our bodies and minds and cause us to act differently, even if we thought we were acting independently.

Dude, she is really powerful. She obviously cares a lot about life and is invested in its continuance and knows everything we are up to.

Heritage of the EArth Born

Our most primary and fundamental birthright as whomyns is to have a rich and vibrant relationship with the EArth. We have the right and the ability to connect with her. No other can remove that freedom from us. Even in the deepest cell surrounded by cold lifeless concrete, with filtered and tainted air, with cold and inhumane guards that will only talk to you through a sally port, where the food is as artificial as food can get,...Yet there she IS. All around you. In Everything. The EArth Mama. Just waiting, watching, knowing, laughing, and crying.

And if you be a 'free' person, how much better to simply go to the trees. Go to the old ones if possible. The ones still connected to the ancient succession of trees. Like great antennae broadcasting simple wisdom, rooted from the EArth, defying gravity, reaching for the Sun, pumping out O2, creating a biosphere, a pillow of breathable air, radiating a simple, pure, upright consciousness. Go there and ask the EArth Mother herself. Ask her who has the power to stop you from relating to your mama. What here can she not lay claim to, if she chooses. Therefore in effect it is hers already.

She can swallow a whole continent if she wants. This is her planet. Or his, if you prefer more of that. She don't care. Him, Her, It, God, EA,...ad infinitum. We all know what I am speaking of and to.

It is the time to have barefeet on the EArth, asking the real questions. Blow off all the bullshit that keeps us distracted from the real purpose of being alive. If you are in Cascadia create a ripe Summer with me. It is coming anyways. Let's navigate it together. We are navigators of time and space. The long cold wet winter has broken. OUt of Hiber Nation we Spring quickly and with great energy into the work of reunification with the EArth Mama to finalize the preparations of our great ARK.

The refugees are on their way. This is the Land of Iz people. This is where it Iz. We have the water. WE have the shade. We have the shelter. We even have the room. We have a lot of the expertise in place. We have righteous stewards. We have ancient forests. We must make room for all who are willing to put their feet on the soil and find absolution from their separation with our mama. We can help all who can help themselves.

*Read all my words, knowing i have a left mind (not a right mind). The important thing is that the right ideas get into the right minds. Then right action will occur much more righteously. Right on! Right?

Far Out!