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Election Day, 2016

Early morning rambling

Kali, my Costa Rican feline friend and I are awake at 4am, Tuesday, November 8, 2016 doing our usual routine; she obsessing about getting love, food and the freedom to get out of doors, and me drinking organic French Roast coffee, reading, writing, attending to her needs, and awaiting the sunrise. I have no idea what I will write in this piece, but felt the urge to document thoughts and feelings I experience as election day 2016 dawns. I am 73 years of age and amazed that I have lived this long, especially since I existed during the 60s and embraced that mad decade with all my being. So, here I am, a veteran of many wars; the racial war, the anti-war war, the environmental war, the anti-pharmaceutical war, the pro mentally ill rights war, and on and on. As Leonard Cohen said, “Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost.” I agree. The wars, at least in the USA, are over, and the good guys and gals had better find something else to do with their lives. Here in Florida there was early voting and so I went out and voted for the lesser of two evils, something I swore never to do again. Hillary Clinton is as far away from my values as humanly possible. She embraces corporate power, Monsanto, Big Pharm, Walmart, Fast Food, and endless WAR, but she is a Mom and perhaps the motherly instincts to nourish, love and protect will take over, so there is hope. The other candidate is too ludicrous to comment on. I’m not at all surprised that a presidential contest like the one we’ve just endured was able to happen in this country. We, as a nation, have been moving in this direction for decades. The prophets have been warning us of this outcome of our dumbing down ways for ages. Did you think Orwell’s 1984 was just a fantasy? Ooops, couldn’t resist my tendency to get preachy. So, what will I do now? What can anyone do now? I’m not even sure about myself, so I certainly can’t give you any advice. LOVE! Maybe LOVE is the answer. Maybe LOVE is all there is! I’ve focused on that notion all my life. The 60s were the love generation. 1967 was the summer of love. I lived it. It certainly seemed like a full summer of love. As if it were yesterday I can remember the poetry and the music and the excitement and the feeling that life was going to get groovier and groovier man, and like dig it, you know!? But it was just a dream, and then there was the nightmare and now the nightmare continues and consumes so many. A communist friend once told me that one of the admonitions of the communist party was to conquer by dividing. Divide people along as many lines as possible. You don’t need an invading army to conquer a country, just divide the people and watch them go at each other’s throats. This is what is happening. It really doesn’t matter which one wins today. The violence, the despair, the crooked game will continue. The African/Americans will continue to line up at the prison door. The Native Americans will continue to live in abject poverty and be subjected to more broken treaties, more broken promises, and all along the way, smiling, well-scrubbed faces from capitol hill will assure us that things are getting better folks, as they increase their wealth, and consolidate their power. This year I voted for a multi-millionaire instead of a billionaire. I guess I felt that the millionaire could share some of my small concerns better than the billionaire. Foolish thought! Well, let me wind this down by saying to the young people, the children (my own and yours), and Kiya, Jalen, Seth, Hazel, Paisley, Harper, Amonte, KK, TT, Celia,  and the newborns that “Life is but a dream, so, no matter how bad it looks, just keep rowing gently down that stream. The stream will eventually become a roaring river as it carries you to the ocean, to oneness, to bliss, to joy, to life everlasting. How do I know this? Well, I know it because along the way I was blessed to stumble upon a few rare beings whose lives radiated an other-worldly bliss. I’ll name a couple: Pete Seeger, Osho Rajneesh, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, Ma Anand Rupa, Richie Havens, Dee Myers, Nikos Kazantzakis (in literaure only), Anna Halprin, and the list could go on, but special mention to Osho whose clear, unblinking eyes convinced me that there was a God, and that there was nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. "LOVE is all there is; all else is just mind-churning dreams." LOVE !

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