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Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected her,
not in dipolar person,
but in a picture of Little Brown Girl
with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
surrounded by huge multicolored balloons
like a bubble bath
gone delightfully wrong
for a demented princess,

And so has life proved to be
living in her often queenly raging
perpetual-childhood Reign,
not so wonderfully benign,
now mid-adolescent,
at least hormonally.

Dementia,
like Fetal Alcohol,
was on my list of
“Will not consider even meeting,
much less living and dying with.”

The local Department of Children and Families folks
knew I had a too-empty bedroom
and restorative therapeutic experience
and special needs caregiving training
they had provided,
patience I had practiced
retained
restrained
rewoven cooperatively.

I was certified for FirstAid, but not Last,
and administering medications
and receiving ecotherapies
and what to do when a child is choking
and not yet choking
and mouth-to-mouth heart palpitation,
and avoiding ear-to-ear mind pulpitization.
Although, truthfully, I believe my Permaculture Design certification
was more helpful
for restorative WinWin therapy consultations
with wounded kids,
and their not-well-trained adults.

SocialWorker specialists
invited me to consider four kids
waiting for a less toxic residence.

One was Dementia.

Another older girl,
also AfricanAmerican,
wanted to wait for a home
without any male presence
in a threatening house,
due to past unthinkably unfortunate events,
furthering her internal climate
of ZeroSoul Zone pathologies.

A one year old white boy
would never walk.
I couldn’t see how I sprint
through a successful WinWin family outing
with two wheelchairs to push around.
It was already discouraging enough
with one
to often choose exploring voices outside,
now rather staying more too sedately home muted,
ZeroZone diluted,
inside.

The fourth was an older hispanic boy
who looked WinWin perfect
but then was suddenly hospitalized,
for reasons never ominously or even reassuringly explained,
and it looked likely he might never leave alive;
LoseLose.

This was one of those moments
to pause
and wonder about therapeutic timing
and nutritious choices
creating WinWin nurturing branches
or not, more WinLose,
in others’ BusinessAsUsual lives,
not just my own ZeroZen SoulZone.

Dementia’s Social Worker
was WinLose pre-disposed and concomitantly desperate
to close her unfortunately least marketable case.
At five,
this BiPolar Dementia already had two priors.

Prior attempts at WinWin adoption
that ended LoseLose,
at best,
a toxic six weeks later.

She had bounced
from one unsuccessful
They Lose and I Lose foster home
to the next
and no one of them
trained for WinWin special needs alcoholic placements,
should there actually be such a training thing,
because they didn’t want such needs
demanding in their already too complicated
indoor lose some-lose Sum
ZeroSoul too dissonant lives.

I agreed to meet Dementia
because her SocialWorker had persuaded herself,
whether through ignorance
or incompetence
I still know not,
although I’ve heard no WinWin rule
that one is less ignorantly likely
to incompetently appear
without the other,
She was persuaded
Dementia was not alcohol baptized
BiPolar Competitive more than DiPolar CoOperative,
Marked for a lifetime of Trumpian Wounded Child struggle
with bipolar cognitive-affective dissonance,
dismay, despair,
dissonant eruptions,
in addition to her cerebral palsy lifetime
of stinky and wet incontinence.

I met Dementia
in her most successful
(least tragic) foster home.

Mom was surrounded by so many kids
she did not know what to do.
But remained wise enough
to promise strong toilet-training skills
if only so someone else
would finally change Dementia’s messy climate diapers.

I brought a Dorah doll
for her recently past fifth birthday
and asked her if she spoke Spanish.
I have no idea what she said in response,
probably not Spanish,
but she delighted in tearing the packaging
into confetti
with a suspiciously satisfied smile.

Dorah would live on for a few months,
gradually losing body parts.
An arm here,
a leg there.
She went bald,
unexpectedly one scissored night.
Then her capacity to speak
and sing evaporated,
a mixed blessing
in my opinion
not that it was often asked for,
or ever heeded,
or even appreciated when received.
Finally
Dorah’s merciful beheading
led to a tearful cremation.

I had a lot of questions
for FosterMom
because I could not understand a word
Dementia mumbled.
I wasn’t even sure
of distinguishing between Yes and No
other than the too obvious non-verbal communication
that filled in for NegativEnergy
dissonant messaging systems.

So I asked why she seemed to have no resonant consonants
and could she hear clearly?
resiliently?
creolizingly?
Is that a lazy left-brained eye?
Hard to tell because she needs both Left
and Right eye surgery
for lids she cannot bicamerally lift
enough to see the warm brown gleam
of her smiling therapeutic eyes.

What are those bald patches
in her hair?
How is she coming along,
or merely commingling,
with incontinence?
Why is she a choking risk?
Why does she gulp and swallow her food whole?
Why is she throwing her food
and other nutritional
nurturing elements,
toys,
soap,
colored markers?
Who is she talking to now,
because I can’t see anybody
in front of her eyes and ears
can you?

Lots of questions.
Not many informed responses.
So I told Dementia’s SocialWorker
I would take her as a pending pre-adoption placement
but only if she promises to leave her with me
long enough
so we can get her medical attention
needed for better long-term health-wealth results.

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia’s derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run paraplegically away,
in the likely event of predative attack
by a jealous younger girl-child
who needs to be the ego-nurtured baby addict
of her household.

My older two AfricanAmerican sons
could defend their Nubian Princely selves,
and most certainly would,
after all,
they had experience living with Tyrant
who was older
and bigger
and louder.

The SocialWorker commits to giving me six months
unless someone else comes along
as WinWin qualified
and ready to commit
to bipolar alcoholism
for ZeroZone Soul life.

We both knew how unlikely
this would unfold
in our shared HereNow
4Dimensional RealTime
of ZeroSoul understorying TaoSpirit.

So we got Dementia’s ears tubed,
all the better to hear our creolizing consonants with.
Her eyes WinWin opened
to communication’s PositivEnergy integrities
all the better to watch us form our cooperative consonants.
Her brain pictures
all the better to predict her bipolar
ZeroSoul RightBrain emotional swings.
Her scalp de-ringwormed
all the better to fill her pretty head
with ribbgons
and butterfly berets
on her own tiny yang-braids.
Her now open eyes
wearing glasses
all the better to watch us WinWin smile back
and too often LoseLose frown,
to be incontinently honest,
holding our noses and heads
against each LoseLose other.

By the end of the first week
she no longer needed to take food to bed with her.

By the end of the first day
she taught me
When Dementia rises from her feeding chair
during a meal,
more of an athletic event,
a wrestling match really,
to jump Yang-up and Yin-down
and run around,
this does not mean she is done eating,
or feeding,
or whatever.
She has other
messier ways
to let me know
when she’s All Done!!!!

Jumping during mealtime
is something about liking the food,
absorbing PositivEnergy nurture,
and needing to calm down
and express Yang-enthusiasm.

So I stop removing her food
until the pink plastic bowl is serenely empty.
Although she usually takes care of bowl removal
for me,
or against me–
not entirely sure she is sure.

I put out another bowl
if she asks for it
(no judgment)
and leave it out for her
to eat or feed on, again,
depending on your dipolar-bipolar perspective,
or to just check on from time to time
to be sure it remains there
and not yet LoseLose empty,
until she learns to trust me
to listen to her good food to eat
PositivEnergy messages
as much or little as she wants to share
whenever she wants.
All I require is a Please?
Not even ThankYou!
although that would be nice,
and PositivEnergy appreciated.

So, no need to hoard food
or bolt it down without chewing
or LoseLose throw it
before someone takes it away.

Eventually,
more like a slow groaning year,
Dementia’s SocialWorker
threatens to remove her from my care
rather than leaving her with me
until she finds a more appropriate pre-adoptive placement.

Is this a WinWin promise
or a WinLose threat?

I offer to help her recruit an ego-ecotherapeutic adult
or two
without young vulnerable children
and pets,
and too awfully many sharp knives
and scissors
and voices,
who might agree to adopt
if I provide monthly respite.

But the Professional SocialWorker
in her infinitely divine
ZeroSum Win-Lose wisdom
does not want my help.
She refuses to look for a household without high risks
of further Dementia dings,
or to even disclose Fetal Alcohol labels
to prospects for WinWin adoption,
Or to even find an appropriate foster placement
in which Dementia could more successfully
more restoratively,
with further resilience and self-sustainability,
wait and heal and hope
for that just-right therapeutic parent(s).

I am now persuaded
that Dementia’s best restorative justice and peace hope
is to be rescued from her demented SocialWorker
and, to be fair,
from a retributive lack of welfare committed system
designed to reward the heavily mortgaged SocialWorker
for punitive anti-BirthFamily decisions
not in Dementia’s best
short-term
or long-term healthy interests.

My AfricanAmerican husband and older sons agreed,
given SocialWorker’s issues,
fueled by denial of internal climate pathologies,
we should proceed toward WinWin committed adoption
and hope for our mutual therapeutic best,
and not worst,
somehow both care-giving and care-receiving democracy,
mutual creolizing acclimation
as a resilient Left and resonant Right
multiculturing household,
environment,
habitat,
home,
sort of a PositivEnergy networking nest.

I would have asked my youngest son
but would not have known how to ask,
nor how to misunderstand his non-verbal benign response.

So Dementia is still with us,
turning seventeen later this year,
our only post-millennial girl
living with five trans-millennial males,
deep listening with Dementia
teaching hard lessons:

Resilience is to LeftBrain cognitive dissonance
as RightBrain Resonance
is to affective disintegration,
as notnot PositivEnergy
WinWin democratic trust
is to NegativEnergy LoseLose autocratic anti-trust
in self or Professional SocialWorker other.

Resilience Left and Resonance Right
polypathic Yang and Polyphonic Yin
nurturing nutrients
for rich dense resonantly complex
WinWin attitudinal
and behavioral co-empathic systems.

Just as chaotically dissonant
WinLose angry
and LoseLose fearful ecopolitical systems
can grow wickedly complex interdependencies
unraveling GoldenRule cooperative
WinWin strategies
to sustain self-other perpetuating equanimity.

Resilient healthy gains
sustain
despite fading outdoor voice losses
of RightBrain therapeutic polyculturing resonance.

Dementia
has her own wild
outsideLeft–insideRight
polarizing resonance of voices
as deep and sacred
with each new outdoor RedSky dawn
as resilient resonant DNA-RNA Solidarity
Blues-inside imparts.

 

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CareGiving Fostered Stories

The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant’s also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year old ginger son,
Who looked disturbingly like me
when I was twelve
so many fading
domesticating decades ago.

The Tyrant was delivered to my condominium door
as a weekend emergency
because his self-medicating mourning Mom
finally used up life insurance money
was also out of medication
mostly out of LeftBrain consciousness
totally out of custodial luck

Because someone in LeftBrain SocialWorker Deductive Heaven
declared
it would be more therapeutically restorative
for Tyrant Son,
who adored his loving Mom,
and missed his admittedly racist Dad
and for his Professionally Kept Mother
to live apart
until she could afford
to give more robust care with him.

Instead they paid me
more than enough
to share our home
and food

So he could feel guilty
about building a nutritious life
deprived of her
And she could feel raped
by loss of his smell and touch,
All she had left
of her ranting husband
with life insurance
figuring he was worth
no less than $10,000.

The Tyrant stayed
six months
to finish out his school year
where he had been
while living in a motel
with his Mom
and eating out in restaurants
until the ten thou ran out
as did her credit cards.

Then I had to explain
he would not stay longer
because he verbally abused,
hate crimed,
bullied my two younger
and smaller
African-American sons
in their own non-N-word home
where they should feel at least safe
and at best unconditionally loved.

 

The GayBoy

The GayLatino came because
his foster home trail
of several sordid years
was too homophobic
to feel at home
when his homo hormones kicked in
or even around
foster over-populated housing.

That my AfricanAmerican husband
and GingerMe are gay
was both the reason they called
and the reason they kept a sharp supervisory
suspicious eye.

GayLatino had been sexually active
within prior foster homes,
although I suspect
I only heard
the safest of these stories.

Anyway, GayLatino came with acne
and his hands across his smile
to not offend
with badly misaligned
neglected teeth,
and stoop shouldered body language.
More of a sad sloucher
than a gay glad athlete.

But we visited an orthodontist
several times
and his acne went away with treatment,
and his gay foster dads
did not touch
other than a rare hug
after having been granted temporary permission.

GayLatino looked in his 17 year old mirror
and saw that it was VERY BUENO
and told me he would live with his grandmother
as he moved out to live with his new lover
and his new lover’s not-well-boundaried mother.

Now GayLatino
had lived with his grandmother
right after surviving a drug bust
with a full blown urban SWAT
that pulled his Pops
into prison
and his lovely fading Mom
out to hardrock streets.

The family meth business
was no more
and all she knew to feed her addictions
was to compromise her personal sacred space
and time for PrimeRelationships.

GayLatino was badly hurt
by his parents’ lack of regard
for his,
and his brothers’, health and safety,
Angry and afraid about lack of care
for their own health and safety,
and what this might portend
for his own healthy-wealthy future.

His family anchor
was his grandmother,
his jaded Mother’s mother,
Who was sad about her daughter
and loved her Gay grandson–
now with handsome spanish-smiling teeth
and slick hair grooming breathlessness.

While GayLatino had briefly lived with her
as an emergency foster placement,
she could not keep him
or his brothers
because she could not provide
a healthy household budget
to prove capable to wealth afford them
without a foster care-receiving stipend.

Some Professional SocialWorker
undoubtedly from Too-Ivoried Heaven,
had supremely declared
Relatives are socially preferred placements
for ecopolitical foster care
BUT
relatives cannot economically need foster care stipends
that a nonrelative care-provider may legitimately require
to adequately budget room and board.

It is this State Policy,
more therapeutic to pay a stranger
than to give foster care ransom
to a loving grandmother
so she can afford to be
his preferred
more therapeutic
restorative resident healthcare provider
as she cared for him,
off and on,
his whole pre-gay life.

I still reassuringly hear and see him smile
from time to time
through FaceBook pictured captions.

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Family Health Assessment

I have watched my youngest son
while nurses give him baths
using diverse models of health optimization
ranging from PositivEnergy Promotion,
restorative ego-eco
I-Thou therapies,
to lower not too much NegativEnergy concerns
for hygienic technology professional management,
anger and fear commercialized insurance
consumer protection assurance,
in which their client,
my youngest son,
tends to disappear
from competitively BusinessAsUsual
extractive
distractive
reductively disengaged
solipsistic view.

I could say the same of parents
and older siblings
reading a story elite professionally,
but not nonelite co-passionately,

And of teachers
not actively listening to our own best and curiously paradoxical lessons
on living within more cooperative aspirations
for health abundant
fertile wealth.

 

I have an eldest son
addicted to his outside search
for inside self-esteem.

He would be a Loyal Taoist Soldier
if he had not grown up and out
among secularized angry yin-suppressors
of Beauty’s rich creolizing values.

He would African-American be
a somewhat hyperactive
yet WiseElder Mystic
if he had been raised by Taoist Sisters
rather than a yin-fearful,
bigoted,
supremacist patriarchal
racist
fascist
Yang-dominant LeftBrain
overshooting
Anthropocentric
-gentric
-eccentric lack of Yang-Yin
Left-Right bilaterally balancing
educational
deep sacred learning
cooperatively-owned culture.

I have an eldest son
who strongly prefers
to not go an entire day,
much less a week,
and a month would be eternity in empty hell,
without his Muse-THC.
stoned into rhythmic musicality.

Just as he was not to go through his best day,
and week,
and month of early school development
without feeling stoned
by his invisibility
as a person who mattered,
has noble and righteous and sacred potential,
gifts of mystic yin-rooted cooperative value
for singing and dancing
drumming and beating
expressing Gaia’s Wondrous EarthSoul

Creolizing rhythms
Blues
Jazz
Beat with syncopated
balancing
harmonic
nutritious
deep
dense
Mystic Warrior Values.

I have three sons,
one demented daughter,
born midst YangLeft Industrializing overshoot,
Tipping Pointed
to expose premillennial prejudice
of Yang as value rich
and Yin as matriotic under-valued,
hearing later millennial Revolutions
against Yang overconsumption
of Sacred Mystical Earth
and concomitant bloated human over-population

As measured by my nonelite sons
and one demented sacred daughter
who know this threatening pathological climate
already depresses their basic special humane yin-value
as icons of MotherEarth’s beautiful
sense of polyculturing humor.

Someday my eldest son
may read pre-millennial prophets
forecasting ZeroZen WinWin Fusing Dipolar Economists
re-centering his true and beautiful
Yin-Mystic sacred value
African-American creolized
in Western restoring therapeutic
Yang/Yin Resilient Justice.

He may yet read
of postmillennial healers
restoring PositivEnergy Democracy
double-binding notnot NegativEnergy
nutritional
nurturing
mystical dualdark values

He will see himself
as an ego-ecosystemic cooperative producer
of healthier nature-spirit food,
nutrition,
nurturance
absorbing WiseElder creolizers
embracing bilaterally balancing disciplines
harmonic sacred education
provoking deep rich secular bicameral Yang-Yin
Left-Right
Ego-WiseElder Eco deep-listening

I have an eldest son
who will remember
what he must have always pre-THC known,
YangCultures are nutritionally healthy
only as they are also not YinClimate pathological,
demonizing WiseElder Mystics and Matriarchs,
haters of Yang-Yin polypaths
polyphonic rhythms and patterns,
bigots against WinWin music and full-octaved color
of our best and healthiest
resiliently multicultural selves.

I have three sons
and one demented daughter
watching Yang too-extractive fuel-empowered
destabilizing GoldenEra possibilities
for Yang/Yin fractal synergy
internal-external integrity
of ego-eco systemic bilaterality
for regenerative creolizing society,
restoring Left-RightBrained resiliently
climate and landscape brilliantly
mindbody Yang wealth of Yin Mysticality

CoArising NonDual Health,
ZeroZen bicamerally certified
for polyculturing abundant secular-sacred wealth
of Egos in
co-operating resilient Ecos out,
breathing together in,
then out,
refolding creolizing in again.

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Out for a BigWheel Spin

I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin’s wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.

 

FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we do
and do not know
what we are nutritionally together,
sometime toxically apart,
too impatiently,
loudly exclaiming.

 

SECOND Innocent of Language children
grow toward the far side of pubescence,
when cooperative extroverted curiosity
turns to more competitive introverted
hope for loss of virginal
alone identity innocence.

We turn post-pubescent
adolescent
South for our Wild,
but too quickly over-domesticated,
Indigenous Immigrants toward adulthood,
into Earth’s sacred-secular stewardship
of healthy neighborhoods.

High hormonal adolescence
flows full sensory-bonding
through rivers of kinship
with other polyculturing
cooperative
young adult species,
habitats,
gestalts,
hang outs,
mash ups,
meet ups,
seemingly endless
but hopefully PositivEnergy dialogue
among optimistic hopers,
not nihilistic deniers,
not supremely self-satisfied fascists,
totalitarian bullies
monoculturing bigots
and haters
of natures other than their own.

Although these are the end times
for Earth’s Wild Indigenous Anthropocene,
great and small nature-spirit TippingPoints
toward
West YangLeftBrain–
RightBrain ElderYin
Eastern NonDual CoOperativity.

 

Third SunGod sets now
too quickly for our continued Western patriarchal dominance
to co-arise Muse-Beloved Parents and Communities,
mature bilateral spirit-minds with nature-bodied adults,
wording our wending Blue-Green Way
toward turquoise-ultraviolet WiseElders,
another Spiral Dynamic stepping change
from Halocenes of RNA Red memory
into AnthroBilateral sensory scenes
of Green DNA
healthy-wealthy futures.

Muse-Beloved Western sky worshipers
fearing red skies at shipping out night
may be sailor’s delight
but it was not our graced intent to swim
or merely float
through nightmare floods
brought to us
by Gaia’s Wild Indigenous Rage
at inhumane monoculturing stupidity.

PositivEnergy Western Democracies
grow mature imaginative PositivEnergy networking parents,
adult idealistic,
often appropriately romantic,
co-operative mentors
for strongly Wild Indigenous
SunPatriot-EarthMatriot MultiCulturing Immigrants
toward our mature bicameral EcoMindfulness.

Muse-Beloved teachers
grow out through bilaterally self-reflective adolescent roots,
still reveling through nightmares
and daydreams of humane-growing destiny,
death and dying to YangEgo supremacy,
patient with yin-mystery
ambiguity
paradox
oxymorons of good/bad humor

Anti-ecological evangelicalism
blind to its own LoseLose strategic fascism
of intellectual property
as sole divine monocultural ownership
of love as grace
our secular-sacred
Muse-Beloved Human Polyculturing Egos
and EcoCommunities
made of EgoEco ReStoring Health Families.

Parents as Beloved Muses
move back toward Northern WiseElder memories,
and memes and enthymemes,
shared in childhood nurturing CreationStories
of DivaSpiraling AniMommy Mundi,
Hawks and Doves
speaking Wizard PolyPathic Magic,
Prophets of Climatic Doom
but also PositivEnergy internal polyphonic
deep listening learners
loving home-rooted family hermitage life

But also more ActiveHope
Work That Reconnects
EgoEco Psychopomp CoOperative Incubators
PositivEnergy Restorative Therapy
for Holonic WiseElder NatureSpirits
from ZeroZen North
EarthSouls.

 

Fourth SpaceTime
Alpha and Omega TippingPoints
of sacredRight
4D RealTime,
also Left EgoEco polynomial bilateral.

Nurturing WiseElders,
ReGenerative
often wrinkled from not enough innocence of age
and too much lack of innocents age,
but sometimes post-millennially precocious
NaturalLeft co-arising SpiritualRight Leaders,
benevolently nonviolent mentors
of cooperative ownership
and co-investment
in restoring health as justice,
egoLeft with ecoRight
Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors,
Instigators,
Designers,
Planters and Harvesters,
CoMessianic EarthLove Matriots
GodFather Tree Huggers
and PositivEnergy Democratic CoInvestors
in Earth’s Health-Wealth
Resilience-Resonance Reports.

WiseElders of all transmillennial ages
look for Ego sustainability
through resilient/resonant EarthHealth Results.

Resilience scales to measure resonant health
as sufficient wealth capacity
to re-acclimate
balancing nutritional disturbances
yet remaining cooperatively committed
to PositivEnergy CoDemocracy co-mentoring functions
and Restoring Therapeutic GoldenRule Systems,
WinWin ecopolitical YangLeft-YinRight structures.

Resilient WiseElders
self with other organize
promising entertaining cooperative diversity features
of deep learning healthy growing systems.

WiseElders resonate
ZeroZen
notnot
polypathic-polyphonic spiraling
internal-external revolutions
of ActiveHope
for redundant
replete
polyculturally inter-cooperative communities,
WiseElder extending families
regenerating connectivity
to bipolar separating work
becoming dipolar systemic WinWin strategic game play,
ego-ecologically linked
bio-geo systems
of DNA
studying RNA
WiseElders
slow-growing resiliently healthy
Wise and Wicked nature-spirit babies

Wild FirstTribal PostMillennial Adolescents,
Beloved Muse Singing-Dancing Parents
remembering ancient permacultural WiseElder
Health-Wealth Stories
restorying peaceful justice
inside as out,
breathing healthy WinWin in
predicting soon
breathing eco-therapeutically out
both more Left resiliently
and Right resonant.

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It Depends on the Light

What LeftBrain sees
in YangWhite male
and YinBlack female,

RightBrain sees and smells and tastes and hears
in YangRed
tries to control the YinBlue
co-arising Bed.

Yin BlueGreen
remains our Sacred Queen
Sabbath,
SkyWoman,
Holonic Harmonic Karma,
Holy Matriotic Spirit.

And so they speak
bicamerally bipolar
without each other.

Patriarchally not-listening
quite as nonviolently
as more dipolar Matriarchal WiseElders
now less bothering to speak
about growing extractions
for further self-perpetuating
patriarchal Yang-climatic pathology

Feeling overcrowded,
under-valued,
fighting for Earth’s more resilient polycultural
educational systems
cooperatively deep ecology.

Active slow-grow pacing
within Earth’s Holonic Spirit
of and for
Restoring Therapeutic Educated Justice

As YangRed-YinBlue
EquiValent
Secular/Sacred GreenPeace.

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End of an Era

This Halocene Epic
of GaiaEarth
began with FirstMourning Adam

This Halocene broke out
when Eve yinned
and Adam yanged
verbality’s first day
beyond non-verbals
with and for and sometimes against
each other.

And so this HumanGrowing Halocene Bubble
progresses up through
our current bimillennial cusp,

With no land-based frontiers
exterior
to further infest
with our growing mess
of waste
pollution of healthy life
wealthy rooting systems
interior frontiers
double-boundaried polypathic
polyphonic harmonic
RightRed West with LeftBlue East

Turning this Tipping Halocene
back toward cooperative Adam/Eve health
within and without
breathing in health
for humorous healing
this Halocene’s Climate Crisis,

Breathing out therapies
for EcoCentric Mother Trees,
advocating multigenerational reforestation
of continents,
healing soils
by healing souls
healing our cooperatively organic soil
and water,
and clarifying cooperative air.

This Halocene Tipping Point
between frigid glacier eras
and burning molten hells
is our human risk
and humane opportunity
to use LeftBrain deductive dominance
as a SacredElder RightBrain co-organic tool
developed and designed
by RNA-rooted Elders

Designed specifically for this dark post-millennial time
of demonic risk and angelic opportunity
to promise healthy wealthy life
for future generations
and to threaten punishments
due to our irresponsible greed,
extracting averise,
competition glutony
drawing down this Halocene’s slow grown Savings Account
rather than learning to live
within and off and for and of
our Sacred Earth’s WinWin
healthy co-investing interest,

Organic Intent
for LeftBrain-RightBrain rebalancing
Revolutions for PositivEnergy Democracy
of Sacred Ecological Earth.

ReWinding of First and Second Deeper Anthrocene
WiseElder
DNA with RNA
Bodhisattva CoRedeeming Souls.

PositivEnergy WinWin streams,
goodnews Western Grace
with notnot badnews Eastern Karma
give DNA fractals such a regenerative buzz
liberating RightBrain repressed NegativEnergy,
true enough,
but Positive refers not just to direction
but also pace,
not too fast or slow-grown,
just right timing of Here with Now.

Any quasi-disciplined,
sometimes a bit paranoid
victimized
competitive
rebellious insomniac
knows the felt difference
between hyperactive NegativEnergy
and the more slow-grown fertile climate
of PositivEnergy’s WinWin centering
ZeroCore

Soul with Soil
revering interior-exterior space
slow growing PositivEnergy Times
and Healing Eras

And EgoEcoTherapeutic
Halo-Anthrocenes,
more climate and landscape angels
than monoculturing dissonant demon scenes.

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Nurturing Desecration

I think about how to defend and protect
conservative MidWestern women
from MeFirst grabby pastors
and bosses,
bullies almost all growed up
within Patriarchal-Dominant root systems.

It must be difficult
for GoodNews nurturing Matriarchs
to take on religious education functions,
teaching spiritual safety at home,
and/or natural self-defense
of sacred dignity
at church
and in the wider multicultural community.

If their pastors
and guest pulpit preachers
and missionary speakers
aren’t all on their knees
asking for God to forgive them
for not voting against
AntiChristian greedy commodifying Hands
reaching around Head AmericaFirst Pharisee Leadership
to remember and protect post-rapture hopes and dreams
despite played-out LeftBrain dominant
North American religious spaces

Natural-Spiritual places
that would not wish to tolerate authentic PositiveEnergy Democracy
inviting badfaith mentors to set aside their own blind supremacies,
too much trust in unchanging creed-saluting
dogma loyalty
over healthy and wealthy
spiritually nutritious v toxic past personal
and social
and economic
and political experience.

If my preacher
doesn’t exhibit safe hands
and non-violence first,
before pulling out support for AntiCreation Buttons,
ballistic bombs,
and bullying bullets,
then how do we teach young boys and girls
how to live with and for
a God of robust
omnipotent
and polyculturing Love?

And,
if God is not a God of active multicultures
creolizing
revolutionary transformational health-wealth,
resilient cooperative Love,
then how could He be a God of Healthy Adults
at all,

A God of any healthy therapeutic parent
avoiding retributive addictions to WinLose
get even to get ahead ecopolitical models,
punishing
shaming and blaming
DeGeneration of synergetic love
into LoseLose
anti-systemic
nihilistic
dualdark denialistic
bipolar secularizing despair.

Which is a function
out of Dark Revelations
and not for Restoring Evangelic PositivEnergy Democracy,
Justice as also Peace
loving therapies
for natural-spiritual good-news development
of better
healthier
religious education teachers
and parents
and preachers
and missionaries
and non-bullying Christian Left-Right democratic
cooperative CEOs,

Therapeutic CEOs
with less bullying pulpits,
rabidly commercialized,

Less LeftBrain domesticated
yet RightBrain WiseElder paranoid
about reading BadNews Stories before bedtime,
staging dream times
defying multiculturing EcoResilient Time Ourselves.

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