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Nothing to Hide?

What do you think?  A relative of mine sent me the above little soft rap selection.  I watched it, and listened to the words (which I could understand) and also to the message (which I could also understand.)

My relative is somewhat of a Libertarian…I am not.  But whether we are of either extreme or the middle, we may very soon have something to hide, simply to save our necks!

How unreal was it historically when someone raided the house where Anne Frank and her family were hiding like trapped bunnies? It happened, and it happened in my lifetime.  People were truly heroic to try to hide so-called “enemies of the chosen race”, because not only would Nazi power find their hidden friends, but they would be thrown onto the same wagons and carted off to places they would not return from.

This really happened.  How did the land of happy hausfraus and joyful beergardens and Father Christmas and all that become a land fraught with fear and the smoke of incinerators disposing of millions of dead bodies?  It was political.  It was a mind game.  It was a gradual power play that poisoned people’s minds and then scared them into clustering into the safest group possible to save their lives. It required a blind eye.  It required a nation of blind eyes.

Most of the people saluting the Nazis were people with blind eyes simply to save their own souls from the concentration camps.  They had better salute religiously, especially if they were not endowed with blue eyes and fair skin.  Dark haired regular Germans were especially avid about those salutes, I reckon.

There are not a lot of people on a list in my house.  I don’t have a campaign going on anything really.  I have a house full of people with differing opinions,  but we don’t defend them with vitriol or guns.  In this house there are both pro and con about a lot of issues.

But we love the truth.  All of us do love the truth, and fear the power of blind-eyedness.

I have this creepy feeling that I am being set-up…like a “pigeon-drop scheme“, where a con-man (or woman) befriends me and tells me how things are going to improve.  In the process, this clever person gets to know me very well…my fears, my interests, my address book, and my vulnerabilities.  They find out what I value most. Then they tell me to trust them with some of it. Then you know how the pigeon-drop scheme works.  Like a perverse “Sting.”

What the Nazis found was that people valued the souls of people and the lives of family more than anything. More even than freedom. Enough so that a LOT of hiding was going on in Germany.  Blondes with blue eyes and pale skins hiding brunettes with dark eyes and olive skins.  Words kept inaudible.  Identification papers were forged, or destroyed.  Paper trails were a deadly thing. For a while people simply went away in carts and never came back.  Gradually the truth came out.  Unbelieveable truth.  And people hid their eyes and let it continue.  It was only for “others”, this decimation machine.  They hid within the cloud of safety saluting the power people, to save their souls.

Are we afraid of such a thing happening to us here, now?   We are not afraid.  We, after all, are AMERICANS!  Proud, lucky, cocky, spirited citizens of this Free Country where we stand on the Constitution of the United States of America.

Look at what we stand on.  We are standing on an ideal that is eroding out from under us.  We are in a house build on sandy soil.

And there are termites in the posts and beams.

And we don’t want to see them.  We have our outer-images down pat, and are buoyed up with the attitude and lingo of free people, with rights, and privileges, and good lives.  We have nothing to hide.

But we are happily blind to what is happening to our country right out loud, in plain sight, in broad daylight.

People curse the truth rather quickly when it tears a hole in the underground activity.  We are so blind we don’t know a traitor from a hero.  The blind people are all running around looking for something to believe– for which speaker to trust.  Chaos is what happens when principles are broken down.

WE have nothing to hide. But THEY have something to hide.  The truth is coming out.  Let it!

We had better believe it and get busy.  It’s getting too late quickly.

Old Swimmer


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PALEO ISSUES: What Did You Catch Today, Honey?

THE UN-HUNTER SYNDROME – using a suction cup – hoping not to hurt the prey


BZZT-BZZT-BZZT….Difficulty ahead for paleo newbies!

If I am to be Jane in this Paleo lifestyle, I am going to have to confront some life-long (shudder)”issues.”

On the coir doormat this morning was a warm wren.  Dead.  Just a moment ago alive.  Still warm.

My cat does not have ”issues” with killing wildlife.  He brought this trophy to me, as Tarzan might cheerfully bring me freshly killed meat which I am then supposed to cheerfully cut up and cook.

Sorry, but I have always been thankful that the grocery store delivers killed animals nicely tricked out in a cellophane covered white foam dish with a sticker on it.  I like the meat counter to be well away from where the carcasses hang, looking like late cattle or swine.

I have a dear artist friend who said, when I offered to share my rabbit skin glue (you see, we artists tend to be primal in some ways) “Of course no animals were harmed in the manufacture of this glue, right?”

She is a vegetarian.  I am not.  But I think we both love creatures of all kinds equally much, and that’s a LOT.

So I go through my little soliloquy to myself about man being charged with rule over animals, and the nasty laws of nature which requires animals to dine on one another, and also the reality that even we are subject to death being mortal, and that once the death event has occurred we have a different status that doesn’t (we trust) hurt.

Once dead, they are no longer inhabiting their body, I say to myself.  Like us, they are dancing around in some perfect environment where they don’t have to worry about being eaten any more.

That’s how I allow myself to cut into a whole fish, or shuck an oyster.  But what if I had to skin a lamb?

Thank goodness for the meat counter, is what I say.  I don’t want to dwell on the past when I grab a piece of beef, pork, lamb, chicken, or fish.  It’s food once it hits the meat counter.

SO that is why, when my son goes hunting for game which he intends to eat, I ask him if he “caught” anything.”   It seems nicer to me to imagine him leading an animal home and not having to do the killing part—not my own son, doing the taking of a life—and he smiles and says whether he “caught” an elk or not.  I really do not want to see something in his pickup that resembles majestic or even unattractive late animals.

What do others do to quell their natural affinity for living things, and for the miracle of life itself?  I’d love to know.   Do they compare the quickness of road-kill with the torture of death by predator, like I do?  And think it a blessing to get summarily whacked by a car?

Fellow Paleo/Primalists, we have to get a grip if we are to provide our own meals by foraging!  Thank goodness I am Jane in the year 2012 and following!  And thank goodness for the hunters who really use their “catch” at the dinner table, and not just for showing on the wall of their den.

And thank goodness for the leather my shoes are made of! Waste not, want not.



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RECIPROCITY — a Yin Yang Subject

Current Project in the works: WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

I have been half of an arrangement with a couple who have a small business down in the little town at the bottom of my mountain here in Hoodsport, Washington.   They carry my crafted bowls and sell them (often and with enthusiasm) and they and I share the revenue from these sales.  It is good for them and good for me — I have them selling 7 days a week to the many customers who frequent their store, and I have them doing PR for me, while I can stay in my workshop and make things that people like to buy.

More and more, the concept of symbiotic arrangements has become a dominant theme of my logical and philosophical and spiritual thoughts as I go about my work.  It is really inspiring to see the cycle of nature just outside the door– the dropping of used matter to the earth,  the use of it by flora and fauna alike– its beauty to our eye is rewarded by our tending to some watering now and then, and weeding out of greedy weeds.  But even without our intervention, the forest keeps on developing and changing as the environment delivers heat and cold, drought and flood,  bugs and storms.

And so it is with our human relationships as well!  I have so many different kinds of relationships with other humans, and they are never at one moment in time “even Steven.”  Always someone is one-up in the good deeds,  but with the closest friends, one doesn’t bother counting any more than the tree is blaming the sky for drought, or the ground is blaming the tree for sucking nutrients out of it.

I wrote recently about the approach Eskimo culture takes to need and supply.  When you get the big catch (walrus or whatever), you simply divvy it up all around.  You don’t keep a tally.  It eventually all evens out;  meanwhile everyone gets fed from someone or other’s catch and life can continue healthily in the total community.

It’s not really “communism.”  It’s simply natural supply arriving and being consumed as needed by the other elements of nature so that all can go on.  No one supervises.  Why would one need to?

If we get our “fairness” rules out of the way, it happens, even here in our non-Eskimo culture.  But we will find it a lonely road sometimes when there are talliers and counters and creditors and debtors all around us keeping careful track of who owes what to whom.

I love the concept, and believe more and more that it’s something taught by God way back in the days of manna.  He teaches me today as well.  I am warm and dry today.  Something I made brought a tradesman some money that is keeping his family warm and dry.  He brought in some money for me so I can buy some paint.  It’s really quite beautiful.

Old Swimmer

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(not paleo related)


Look under the header for titles of various entries.

Welcome to my spiritual blog.  Times come now and then when I feel like sharing my observations aboutmy journey here as related to my basic beliefs.  While all spirituality has similar components, and whileI consider all living creatures to have spirits of one kind or another,  I think what kind of a spirit a human being has has to do with more than genetics.  If we listen and look, we find what we are looking for.  I did.

Herein I put my findings as I discover fresh evidence of God’s doing in my life.  It amazingly matters to him how I’m getting along, I find.  I like that.


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