Man/Sha Legends

Earth Tribal Declaration of Interdependence

Dr. Owl, from the Treeology Department, drafted the Declaration of Interdependence, borrowing heavily from the nature-spirit traditions and Regenerative Systems Theory. Some cultural historians attribute the outbreak of the Green Revolution to the promulgation of her draft to the Assembly of Biospecies.

 

Green Revolution Declaration of Universal Grace Ecology, Economy, Treeology, etc., etc., etc.

Regenerative Systems Development Theorem

[Reverse Corollary of Cognitive Dissonance Theory and the Positive Deviance Conjecture that Polynomial Time = Non-Polynomial Information Codex -1 (C-Yin) = +0 (U-Yang)]

 We seem to die to regenerate toward flying together, like the stardust from which we emerged, and Gaia’s root systems rewoven within, reflecting what our bicameral minds have discovered evolving without; and not flying apart into disharmonious chaos and entropy and irrationality quite so awfully much.

We are a stardust Earth Tribe, of, by, and for sustaining all living systems and species.

We refuse to confine our lives within benighted and arbitrary death sentences and even whole paragraphs and paradigms.

After all, a creature’s a person,

no matter how small,

no matter how yet unborn or ancient,

no matter how marginal,

or insane,

or deviant,

or violent and suffering.

We are becoming aware that the opposite of life is chaos, dismay, decay, dissonance, entropy.

We are becoming aware the opposite of the absence of relationship,

unpattern,

disrhythm,

is equity, beauty, dance, song,

culture,

rationality,

merging toward, and from, a primally balanced relationship,

between Pre-Genetar Earth and Re-Genetive organic systems,

between God, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Omega Point, Universal Intelligence, Original Intent and

Re-Connective Design Bicameral Processors,

between Earth’s Original Intent and meaning and

Future’s Universally Intelligent purpose,

between functioning effectively, and thermodynamically balanced energy frequencies, and growing awareness of natural polycultural form development,

between informing as Implicate Order and unraveling as Bohm’s Explicate Order,

or vice-versa, or all the above, depending on which end of the polar, elliptically and fractally revolving string you imagine standing on,

between air and water and fire,

between space and the flow of time,

balanced induction and deduction,

balanced concave and convex,

balanced feminine and masculine,

balancing our within and without,

our positive and negative,

our polynomial and non-polynomial information

in any binomial/binary metric system,

with 4-prime equi-dimensional fractaling/fusing/folding metric frequencies and rhythms,

inductive and deductive Janus-faced,

[+/-4QBit Implicated Octave = +/- (0) Soul Universal Prime Relationship Treeological String Theory],

Infinity Assumption of Balanced Tao.

Now, where was I, oh yes, coming back and in toward this Eternal Transition Moment, at the beginning of the 3rd Millennium,

We are a narrative encultured information-string metaphysically stretching back to the origins of RNA; Original Intent Coded for symbiotically regenerating life along a Positive Purposive Predication (or Golden Rule Ratio Assumption, if you prefer) of greatest diastatic full-breathed development through minimal competitive stress disorders, by exhaling negative air and values,

potential nutrients lost,

resources gone awry.

We are a Bicameral ReGenesis Project sowing seeds of permacultural cooperative, profoundly inclusive, balanced polycultures,

especially where we have created burgeoning monocultural messes and monopolies.

We are incubating our most long-sustained fertility in centered peaceful compost

between Left and Right hemispheres,

balancing away from Left-brained, deductive dominance,

balancing toward feminist power and masculine flexibility and nurturance,

balancing a long-term risk avoidant economy and a cost-effective preservation of Gaia’s ecosystems, well-seasoned optimization of Earth’s natural cycles,

like sap rising toward our branches in early spring, followed, in late fall, by the reverse rain of self-regenerative seeds scattered on the polycultured compost of mindful remembering and diversely inclusive compassion.

We are Earth’s Tree of Systemic Life, a Commons, held within our deepest (0)-sum ecology of gratitude,

especially for the winter’s of implicating, brewing, fermenting, precessive stillness,

predicating summer’s positive, actively incarnating production of leaves and flowers and fertile seeds.

We are developing naturally grown patterns and frequencies,

producing thriving, balanced interior and exterior landscapes,

minds with bodies,

and bodies with mindful communication systems and skills,

positive treeological practice and intent,

balancing East to West to East double-helixed Yin/Yang/Yin spacetime fractally-sequencing information revolutions.

We are watering and harvesting our flowers, worrying not so much about those dissonant weeds over there,

somewhere, anywhere, everywhere.

We are dancing in ever richer circles,

with less marching in ever-shrinking effractive markets.

We are a recycling fractal Human-Natured Tribe

deeply learning our emergent polycultured, bicameral, breathing EarthSelf Identity.

We remember, re-ligion, who we already are,

we reincarnate Eternal Moment’s meaning and purpose

(teleological conjecture of panentheism),

we are a YangCommons-balanced informing string stretching back, and in, and out,

to our Prime PreGenetive (0)-sum feminist YinVortex

discovering Yang Polynomial Time by uncovering Yin’s Not-Polynomial reversed/negative temporal, implicated primal order

(or the affective-temporal aptic stricture of pre-bicameral awareness, see Julian Jaynes on the ethological evolution of bicameral consciousness and iconic language).

We are a Bicameral Tribe with a shamanic conjecture:

Earth reveals, temporally uncovers, our Without,

Earth’s spacetime Original Intent awareness,

to teach us equity, peace, grace, and justice Within,

Bucky Fuller’s Universal Intelligence as a positively-trending information string,

our exegetical metaphysically encultured string theory of deductive development,

such as Bloom’s Taxonomy of sustained learning cycles,

and Robert Norton’s reiterating developmental cycles of enthymematic communication,

or both Eastern and Western alchemy

or octave harmony structures and stages of evolution,

or Tao as the water-nutrient system of the Tree of Life.

Awareness of Earth’s spacetime optimization of living systems

predicates therapeutic global redesign of natural systems,

paradised eternal moment projections Without,

as Earth revels with, and embraces, our human-natured Within:

EarthTribe’s slowly evolving manifest destiny,

now in our Great Turning,

declare our positive practice and Original Intention toward

(0)-summed, balanced, abundantly Win-Win regenerative system

for optimizing each peace-filled paradise-predicated moment,

identity,

form,

function,

life,

community,

paradigm,

meme,

nutrient,

value,

quantum,

Boson,

QBit,

binomial

speciation.

What grows YangUp

to flower,

must also grow YinDown

to root

toward optimized permacultured compost,

positive nutrients and values

to design,

sprout,

maintain and mature,

harvest,

winnow,

and re-seed

this ethology of paradise polyculturally revolving,

each season predicating the next,

reiterating our positive Original Intent

back, back to the (0)-seed vortexical beginning of spaciated time.

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Ordained Life

I learned the other day that my immune system is gone. She just up and left. No goodbye, no Dear Jerry letter, no flowers, not even an email to let me know; hoping I wouldn’t notice why systemic failure grows more prominent.

My doctor told me about this sly exodus. She is this vibrant buxom Russian immigrant with long wavy auburn hair, and the sturdy solid nature of totalitarian atheistic culture, and the bedside manner of Attila the Hun. Still, she tries her best to break dark news, reaching for anything she might recall to work with human feelings, other than  pain and suffering. Pain she understands, and believes we should all be much more tolerant of our petty, relentless, agonizing Teachers, like not being able to bear weight on my left foot, for example. Her best medical advice was stay off your foot. Teach my kids how to feed and care for each other. Take a nap.

Anyway, she breezes into the examining room where I am sitting, mostly clothed, perched on the edge of the exam table with naked feet anxiously touching the pull-out steel footrest. Waving my not very thick file in her dominant left hand, before the door slams shut behind her, she asks me if I know that I am Positive.

Her radiant smile did not seem to be begging me to tell her I already knew so she was not in the position of actually having to think about how to be kind.

I didn’t know what was the right best answer:

Yes, thank you, and I’ve always found you to be a positive person too?…

No, in fact I hope my husband of the last twenty years will be surprised to hear this as well….

Well, I have been getting sick a lot lately, coming down with weird stuff normal people don’t usually have a problem with, like breaking out in hives in my armpits, so it does cross my mind, now that you so generously mention it, that maybe my immunity guards have departed without giving notice, or even closing the door of vulnerability on their way out….

But, instead, I just say No, quietly, in awe of this strangely-shared boundary moment.

So she hesitantly touches my forearm, and valiantly tries to continue smiling, to reassure me that it will be OK, not a death sentence, her extractive words.

Well, that was good to know, especially because I hadn’t even realized I was waiting for sentencing. I wasn’t even aware of my charges or my trial, my judge, or my apparently merciful jury.

But, I had been feeling vulnerable, and learning I am vulnerable to all the cooties and disease and suffering and pain in this world, on this Earth, within this EarthTribe, leaves me feeling mushy and rotten, old and used up, or at least overripe for decay, inside, then outside.

Vulnerable.

Wide open to whatever comes along, available, accessible, for good and bad.

An open vortex for anyone or anything to use as even my own defenses have evaporated, not like a sunset over the ocean, when that last radiant arcing flash says goodbye until tomorrow. Rather, the loss of immunity, the ache of endlessly inclusive vulnerability, uncovers a quietly creeping dawn, except instead of Earth gradually emerging until I must open glad eyes to discover Her visible presence once again, one more time, this time, her sobbing and singing, dancing, lavishly beautiful Time, my Interior Landscaped self-consciousness gradually purges to uncertain self-identity, and less concern about where you begin and where I end, because my ending is already predicted by lack of self-defense.

A well-fired strength lurks within this deep ecology of grateful emptiness. Creating a winterish listening place for all nutrients and toxins around and within me, a place, a jump in, the water’s warm recreating safe-space where each can be heard, embraced, have a say about our future together. How long we may or may not sustain our interdependent web of life.

Without capacity, perhaps even the desire, to exclude often dissonant nutrients and voices, tastes and smells, feelings and awareness, difficult and insane immigrants, I invest this sacred listening mountain in regenerating new connections, new ways of seeing appositional, dialectical rationality, rather than oppositional polarity.

I learn to long for ways we might survive together that would be in your best interest as my self-interest dissipates into a dark vortex of Yin openness. If our shared values for diversely nutritional compost disappear, then I have no hope to grow my own.

Finding harmony within this apparent dissonance and disease and suffering and insanity is the only vocation left to this EarthTribe Identity, softly individuating within Earth’s resilient resonance, my boundaries of immunity to you removed. All remaining for me is my subsidiarity to Earth’s well-being, for here we all return, generative memory seeds of language and code, capturing voices stringing songs back, back to stardust Elders.

We are Earth’s Tribe dying to remember to fly together like the stars from which we emerged, the Earth which we reincarnate; and trying to not fly apart quite so awfully much.

 

 

 

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Torch Song Eulogy

I have given up on us

because you gave up on us

before I ever came along.

 

You saw in me some hope

that maybe you were wrong

perhaps the human race could be redeemed

if just one

would take the time

to notice and care

that you are.

 

But I was not that one for you,

the one to see wealth

where you have it

rather than long to be fed

what is not yours to provide.

 

It breaks my heart to know

that I can’t fix yours.

I step into your absent space

and here I am without you

where I can only see you

as my fixer-upper.

 

I am afraid to be your only love

it feels too much to ask of me

to love you when you’ve never loved another.

Can you tell me why

you never cry

when I try to hurt you?

Can you tell me why you only cry

when I tell you that I want you?

 

But I can’t find you.

I had given up on me

before you ever came along.

 

I saw in you my last dark hope

that I could share myself

without running out

until our dying day.

We would never end

telling stories of now,

and then,

and why we never want this one to end.

We would look outside

in each other’s eyes

and see inside

through each other’s eyes.

It’s those parts under your skin

your mind

your heart

too weak for faith that I might care

and know you as you are.

 

And yet, you hope,

it lingers there,

ringed finger glow reflects,

where we grow hope

that’s positive;

so water it.

 

Rich warm compost hope emerges

from and for lost faith that love could be for us

to share

and from such diverse synergy

grow love for all who come to wear

our radiant worn-out rug.

 

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Original Intent Practice

Permaculture design pushes backward

and outward

then inwardly

quiet as time.

 

Polycultures push down

beneath sight’s surface

then up

reaching toward light

then outward forming boundaries

following footprints of rock and water and sand.

 

Culture fuses inward

composting diastatic balance

then up and out

toward natural limits of effects

confluent

softly dissonant

rolling peace

informing equity

of sound

then sight

of self awareness

formed

full-functioned frequencies

of rhyming time

then spaciating

re-speciating,

tri-dimensional

til time falls back again

echoing ecodance

of bouncing

skipping

while whistling

radiant eternity of EarthTribe play.

 

Time to wake another day,

riding swelling surface waves

toward recessive rest

diastolic dreams

digesting this day’s mess

creating future’s memories

of permencultured cosigns.

 

Error

slip

misstep

sin?

slouching liminal boundaries

reaching toward each other

to care and cure disharmonious emptiness

longing

for full resonant wave of sound

dissemblingequilibrious

dawning day’s delight dilemma.

 

Permanently enculturing time

inkarmates design,

as Original Praxis

creates compassioned paradise.

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Weeping Trees of Life

My tree of life too often weeps

willowing down toward grounded roots

sustaining all this weight of history.

 

Our tree of life grows up and down,

a tree of cultured composting ground

up through tiny reaching tendrils

laced to root-unwinding system growth,

up toward light and air and breeze

and full-bloomed flower of polyculturing praise.

 

My life tree weeps for fear of death

tear-seeds reining in my soul

winking down through fertile ground

where springs bring hope of day.

 

Not all trees are weeping trees.

We tend to grow near watered streams

flooding nutrintegritative souls

awash in tears

informed by years of self-encultured

sadness ignored by upright stretch

of stronger Yangish stuff,

with dryer roots.

 

My tree of life too often weeps

to grow up as an oak

filled willow to reach around this Earth

and dance with roots

gracefully embracing soulfilled

gravitating rhythms

of regenesis.

 

My tree of life too often weeps to grow.

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Yin Then Yang Then Back Again

Life concaved inside

Convexing beauty

Harmonious in as out

 

Female

Male

Bigenderive mindfulness

 

Redeeming

Love

Graced Ecoyeast regenerating

 

Negative

Positive

Diametric binomial meta-versed

 

Peaceful stasis

Faithful diastolic succulence

Positive purposed Original Intent

 

Gratitude for Other

Hope for  EcoOther balancing identity

Faith in Other as confluent NotEcoSelf,

sparks Love for Self as EarthTribing.

 

Original graced incarnating within

Robust compassioned love without

Mindful polycultured compost

of PermaCulturing Design.

 

ReGenerating = copredicating prehensile predicament

Globally Coincident Comprehensiving

 

 

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