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Parting Instructions For My Oldest

You did not choose to be born,
much less Black Lives Really Should Equally Matter born
into this legacy,
your familial and civil Two-Connecticuts destiny.

I realize that,
And regret perhaps my own choices
in response to invitations for care-giving
and healthcare-receiving
were probably too egocentrically universalized
creolized so that whatever felt best to me at the time
would necessarily be best for you,
born into this diverse range of my health and pathology choices
for me,
now also for you.

No one asked, including me
Do you think a young African-American ADHD adult,
single,
poorly educated,
challenged as employable
with unresolved anger and fear issues
about whether he is care-giving enough
to deserve to become self care-receiving,
is left to care for
a gay virgin nerd younger adult
game-addicted brother
who believes he is actually allergic,
and perhaps alien,
to Mother Earth,
AND an oppositionally bipolar nymphomaniac youngest princess sister
with cerebral palsy and difficulty speaking,
civilly or usually otherwise,
and concomitant difficulties
not talking to herself while jumping
and slapping
and forgetting to go only on the toilet,
AND your youngest brother,
also with cerebral palsy and a wheelchair,
without capacity to speak or sign
yet with capacity to laugh and smile
with those he loves to know the best care-receiving,
and without capacity to chew and swallow well
so he eats through a tube
what he must not gnash with his grinding teeth,
and with midnight capacities for grande-mal seizures
requiring 24-7 same-room monitoring.

This is indeed
a great deal of operatic drama not to choose
to be born into
as the oldest,
raised by two gay dads,
old enough to have been your grandfathers,
one black, who seems afraid to be associated
with our polycultural reputation and self-presentation,
self-neglect, he might call us out,
and me white,
now apologizing for this mess
with which I leave you
as your birthright.

Attached are instructions
from your sister’s Behaviorist.
I suggest you adapt them,
first to take better care of yourself,
then her,
then your two brothers,
as best you can,
ecotherapeutic care-giving
is also egotherapeutic care-receiving.

When another life
reaches out to strike you down,
to damage your property and/or body,
and mind,
to touch you inappropriately
and without asking permission first,
before grabbing and damaging your thoughts and feelings:

First, remind your care-receiver,
as yourself,
to ask permission to become a care-giver
to you and/or your property,
because your life does matter equally
with each other’s;
not more,
but not less either.

Second,
teach your assailant
across permitted boundaries to violence and theft and behavioral restraints,
including use of civil voice,
to advocate for this assailant’s healthcare-receiving wants and needs
in an appropriate
mutual healthcare-giving way,
non-violently
and more domestically diplomatic,
following universal multicultural standards
for WinWin Solidarity
of All Lives Equally Matter,
Golden Rules
applied to people,
plants,
places,
and things,
especially technological co-investments
in Earth’s 7-Generation Future
of healthcare information systems
and their cooperative access
to growing Wealth Without Walls.

Finally,
mentor your siblings
with healthcare-giving greetings,
invitations,
listenings before speaking,
speaking back what care-receiving comes through
your All Lives Equally Matter channels
and challenges
about not choosing
to be left with these care receiving and giving
familial opportunities
to regenerate climates of health
and avoid landscapes of further behavioral pathology.

With apologies
for my Elder role
in your current ADHD challenged
ecopolitical and psychological karma,
but,
you know,
as a gay white-trash farmboy
who developed a thing for urban black strong men
in the 1960s and 70s
when my life wasn’t even legal,
much less of any socially therapeutic value,
I didn’t think past my own parenting needs
to give life more therapeutically back
than I had not-so-well received life
in my ecopolitical time on Earth.

If you do your best self care-receiving,
you will each day and night relearn
to teach yourself as others
asking and giving permission to respectfully approach
to advocate for universal care giving as receiving,
beginning with your mentoring history
of gratitude for Earth’s abundant grace
to place
and pace
you here and now
without having even to ask
to be born
into this space and time
of responsibilities for care-receiving
and concomitant authorities of care-giving
ego/eco bilaterally cooperative
WinWin healthcare systemic network building,
4D RealTime
unfolding and reweaving instructions
from and for the Oldest.

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The Rival Sisters

They were loyal sisters.
The older
was also more fair,
prettier in an Original Barbie kind of way.

She had been sick
when her younger,
darker,
more tomboy sister
met and first desired
my tall, dark, and handsome Uncle.

When older and fairest of all Sisters
returned home,
after a long healthcare absence,
she too desired Uncle Handsome,
as did we all,
in our time and ways,
but Handsome’s eyes never wavered again
once reset on older and fairest Sister.

Young darker Sister, left behind,
began to heal
when tall, dark, and handsome #2
showed up
and spoke smokey truths
of happiness,
kindness,
quiet gentleness.
But not too gentle.
Slow and steady; confident
integrity could heal all guilt
and angers
and prior disappointments.

These two Sisters
and their TD and H husbands
lived near each other
and grew old together
with unspoken neighborly mistrusts,
unresolved struggles with and about envy,
jealousies and jilts,
but also laughter and deep mutual regard.

Who can control chemistry,
or timing?
Who can forgive,
and how long could this revolution take?

Yet even restrained love
can grow abundantly rich
with both age and generosity.

Younger and darker Sister
lost her husband to cancer
and then her memory,
while older fairest Sister and husband
moved into assisted housing
after reaching golden fifty years
together.

Then good-natured patient waiting
to embrace final retirement,
a journey we each take alone,
as when we entered
except without Mom nearby,
or maybe this too remains the same, somehow.

Older ancient Barbie Sister
did not let go
until younger jilted Sister
quietly stopped breathing in her deep night sleep,
lost in memories not accessible by day.

Ten nights later
Barbie Sister passed out of embodied memories
in this same way.
Safe at last,
knowing it was then too late
for TD and H Uncle
to go back before that place
where they had started.

They say death comes in threes.
I wonder why.

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UnWoven Memories ReWeaving

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the panties,
but the panties had full nutritional care-giving and -receiving reign,
Monday through Friday,
9 to 5,
and what the boxers missed,
well,
that’s the competitive market price of non-panties.

My maternal grandparents were farmer and wife
with three daughters.
These daughters, as adults,
lived, and two will die,
within a five to fifteen minute drive from each other,
an easy spring through fall bike ride for pre-teen cousins,
ten of us in all,
four all-American girls,
five made in USA boys,
and the fifth-born,
well,
we never were entirely persuaded
one way or the other.

During the spring
each of the three sisters planted her garden,
large enough to produce tiers of canned corn,
rows of string beans,
pickled beets,
sauerkraut,
stewed tomatoes,
applesauce
and peaches and pears
self-picked in teams of two or three adult sisters
and their attendant underlings
infesting local orchards.

It was at canning time
our matriarchal cooperative came into its own.
And the making of preserves,
jams and jellies,
cherry and strawberry,
raspberry and blueberry.

I recall bushel baskets of sweetcorn
waiting to be husked
and cooked
and cut off the cooled cobs;
huge harvesting pans
of peas waiting to be snapped open
then pulled out with our left thumbs,
except for my oldest sister,
princess Elder of all matriarchal cousins,
who is left-hand dominant.

Rows of tomatoes
lined up on our enclosed front porch
to finish sun-ripening on newspapers
spread thin across the painted cement floor
leaving only a center aisle
to walk in from outside
toward the sacred altar of our mass producing kitchen stove,
all four burners sacrificing red hot electricity.

The porch floor would fill
with alternating waves of peaches and pears
creeping toward their ripest time
while we pitted mahogany sweet cherries
for freezing
and florescent red cherries
tart,
to drench in sugar
and smack our mouths with amazing jam.

So, there I was
the fifth-born ambiguity of ten cousins
living literally in the midst of a traditional
MidWestern
extended family
matriarchal cooperative,
Monday through Friday
during summer vacations,
with some elements of patriarchal sharing
among my mother’s dad
and the three son-in-laws
on weekends,
sometimes even hot haymaking weeknights,
sharing combines and bailers and harvesting wagons,
forming hay bailing teams,
drivers and stackers,
unstackers and hay mount restackers,
and cookers of meals for the field workers.

All this economic nutritional production
was further enriched
by shared sister and cousin lunches
and laughter
and lavish suppers
with sweetcorn on buttered and salted cobs,
sliced beefsteak tomatoes,
potato salads
and strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert,
a la vanilla-only mode
for those who preferred creamy
with their just desserts
during summer’s cooperative harvest.

Good food,
but also hot rhapsodies of laughter
spreading echoes across the evening barn
to share with dairy cows
and satiated pigs
cooling in their cooperative mud
beside the algae-blooming pond.

This cooperative worked and played across all four sites,
grandparents
and all three sisters
and my usually convivial cousins.
We peaked in summer
and dwindled down in winter
to monthly Sunday dinners
extending on through sleepy afternoons
of sabbath rest,
and maybe sledding,
to end in nocturnal benedictions
back at church,
to close these cooperative sabbath rituals
where we began
all of Sunday morning,
10 a.m. Sunday School
through noonish,
often over-heated
over-extended admonishments
against greed and lechery,
dancing and provocative entertainments
in movie theaters
and pool halls,
and don’t even think about the bars
and devil-liquor stores.

In retrospect,
I doubt these Sabbath admonishments
against competing with extended family health
were as influential
as was our cooperative structures,
our mutual enjoyment of nutritional outcomes
but also the harvesting process
together.

Our matriarchal cooperative,
for the generation it lasted,
was 100% proof against unhealthy family disruptions.

But,
that was then,
and this is now,
spread out and dissipated,
finding our new ways
toward extending families
of matriarchal and patriarchal cooperatives.

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Making Hay

Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workahoic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.

I loved Mom’s Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego’s mind and body.

And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor’s University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.

I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen to as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.

To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California’s Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.

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Nuclear Family Issues

Might we be having trouble fusing nuclear energy,
as opposed to the more troubling nuclear fission’s anti-energy,
because nuclear fusion is just normal everyday Business As Usual
cooperation of thermodynamically fusing nuclei?

Oh, I see,
like it’s easier to notice you’re having another nice healthy day
after you experience the divisive holacaustic implosive alternative?

Yes dear.
Like visiting my lovely mother
and not your dreaded mother-in-law.

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Yin Speaks Yang

I was reading Lakoff’s story
of what he learned at Berkeley
about international relations,
when I found my RightBrain offering further nuance;
not to deny what is here,
but to add what is also here,
but not explicitly stated,
about regenerative ecopolitical health and safety.

“The ‘rational’ approach to foreign policy was governed by a set of conceptual metaphors,
taken as simple common sense,
as metaphors [of and for regenerative v degenerative systemic processes] often are.
As a special case of An Institution
is a[n Organic-Holistic-Interdependent] Person,
there was A Nation is a[n Organic-Multiculturing] Person.”

“In addition,
a common metaphor for rationality is used,
namely,
Rationality is the Maximization of Self [as organic subsystemic part of MultiReGenerative Other]-Interest (or ‘utility’ [as health-wealth fertility]),
which entails that it is ‘irrational’ [and unhealthy] to act against one’s self-[intergenerational WinWin multicultural]interest[s].
These two metaphors are then combined to yield:
A [Healthy, Happy, Secure] Nation is a Rational [Organic TransReGenerational Polypathic] Actor[ess].”

“…we get as an entailment
the central thesis of the [organic] rational [trans-regenerational evolutionary] actor model
in international [interfamilial, intertribal, interspecies] relations:
Every [healthy] nation
acts [bicameral] rationally
to maximize its [health-wealth] military [Yang] strength [prosperity],
economic[-ecological hybrid] health [and happiness, with long-term defense of safety],
and political [cooperative polypathic] influence.”

“Rationality,
on this conception,
is taken as
[discontinuous, deductive-only, reified, either-or] universal
and occurring at the [technology, tool, framing, modeling] level
of the
[organic, living,
matriarch nurturing,
ego/eco-loving,
bicamerally mature-evolving] state.”

I feel so eviscerated.

Get over it.
Both-and;
not either-or.
You still got all your parts,
just more integratively co-aligned.

Yes, ma’am!
Who got out of bed on the wrong side today?

Don’t even try it.

I’m going back to my “Political Mind” without you.

Doubtful.
And, if possible, dangerous.

You really aren’t going to let me have the last word today are you?

I thought I was your last word,
your everything.

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BiCamerally CoOperative Politics

I think he’s talking about a cooperative bicameral political systems,
with “How to talk to the other side”.

And what could that possibly mean, dear Yang?

Well,
I was watching this Ted-talk from Marin,
by Robb Willer, as I anciently recall,
while reading George Lakoff’s “Political Mind”,
still…

Yes, dear,
you really talk about Lakoff’s ecopolitical organic-systemic mind
a bit too much.
I prefer opera.

Speaking of what that could possibly mean,
but, anyway,
Yes, I was reading Lakoff and listening Willer,
both probably influenced by Berkeley ecopolitical acclimation,
now post-millennially evolving
from Gregory Bateson’s Sacred Ecology,
which was also sometimes bicameral-appositionally structured
to bilaterally invite both-and comparisons
where LeftBrain dominance competes either-or survivalist evolutions.

Now I couldn’t possibly be more lost
in your polysyllables
where I prefer polypathic rhythms,
jazzier occupier beats of revolution.

This is starting to sound like an opera version
of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf.
So, as I was saying,
this bicameral picture, from Lakoff, and Willer, and Bateson…

I’m sorry, honey.
Was that the Berkeley natural ecopolitical law firm
you were reading,
and watching?

No! Not a law firm…
Well, OK, whatever.
As I was trying to say,
the political version of natural ecological law string of reasoning
draws a geopolitical frame of perennial competition
between Patriarchal health and safety values for monocultural purity,
and for patriotic-nationalistic loyalty,
often reified down to militaristic aggression
using encultured rhetorical models
of and for WinLose evolutionary theology.

Hang on, there,
this feels like a rather bad review
for our bicameral relationship,
which I have always found more WinWin Positive,
than, you know…
too Yang Dominant inappropriately aggressive.

Well, that’s because you and I know how to co-mentor
our caregiving and receiving ecopolitics
in this little organic ecosystemic landscape we have designed
and matured together,
equivalent bilaterally.
When I carry on in my LeftBrain geopolitical dominating way
you just sleep and murmur of my becoming too tightly associated
with
Western White Gods of Master Racing
monoculturally marching toward health and safety freedoms for all;

OK, well..
maybe not so much for those who have drifted off toward the margins
of this landscape;
more for conservation-oriented
mature healthy and wealthy Patriarchs,
but then, that’s how God the Father
designed my ecopolitics,
so never mind about that little lack of well-integrated
not quite ecosystemic balancing theology.

My patriarchal LeftBrain point
remains our health and safety,
although I do have this fascination with virginal monocultural purity
and fraternal loyalty
to Fathered Fertile Landscapes,
waves of horny grain.

Oops. I think you did a little RightBrain slip there.
But, I get your idea,
and I know you also appreciate this other progressive-liberation theology side,
where we find our more integrative,
matriarchally trans-regenerational,
ecopolitical investment in future global health and safety
through improving our lifeskills today,
for empathy,
like teaching the kids to extend their imaginations about the Golden Rule,
not only across species,
but also across the generations of organically healthy and happy time,
which must include bilaterally equivalent respect
between all the multiculturing possibilities
of nature’s most optimally lawful integrity,
regenerativity of life as light ourselves.

There for a minute
I thought you were confining yourself
to the land of cause-effect reason.
But, moving on,
Your matriarchal RightBrain Liberation Front,
flowing with conjoining nutritional integrity,
Dr. Jane Gordon calls this cooperative Creolization,
and such profound integrity also speaks
of Sacred Ecology as Historical Evolutionary Liberation Teleology.

Oh boy,
now we’re really in trouble.
Really, honey,
you need to get out more,
go for a walk,
do some gardening,
plant trees,
and don’t forget to feed and water them with some climate health.

As Creolization was trying to say,
across these evolutionary political development stories,
LeftBrain Dominance is our ecopolitical MasterYang patriarchal voice,
as RightBrain thereby becomes suppressed YinFlow of synergetic multiculturing revolutions.
This seems dynamically important
for optimizing WinWin political opportunities
for SelfLeft plus OtherRight plus Earth trilateral communication
about and of and for and within health and safety
as more regenerative than degenerative.

Don’t you just mean more healthy than pathological,
more naturally and spiritually good than Yang-excessively bad?

Well, probably, but it sounds better the way I say it.

OK, if you think so.
I wonder how this is the same and different
than our proletariat Soap Opera,
where everybody eventually ends up gettin’ some,
but also losing everything
that could ever possibly matter.

Try to stay tuned to one channel,
if you would be so kind.
So, we have these two primal ecopolitical hemispheres of bicamerality,
acting as bilateral polypathic co-empowerment
through interdependence.
God remains Patriarchal LeftBrain egocentric-anthrocentric Father;
but is now hooked up with…

Honey,
please say conjoined,
not hooked up.
That sounds crude and disrespectful.

Right.
OK, God the Father post-millennially conjoins
Liberating EarthGoddess
of Matriarchal-Feminist Yin RightBrain,
ecologically balancing
ecopolitically maturing Creole-integrity
of universal-global health and safety.

Good.
So we’re done with this story then?
My Creole co-intelligence
would like to remind your secular-West reasoning
about your repressed sacred integrity co-empathic feelings,
that healthy evolutionary services
cannot be WinWin delivered to a global market
by merely following LeftBrain WinLose deductive-dominating assumptions
about our mutually cooperative health and safety.

Well, that’s what I’m LeftBrain saying,
My either-or is also your both-and.

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Another Nanny Walk

I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.

Never minding Mother’s ecological sacred health
despite unfortunate economic risks of global holocaust pathologies
for our grandkids,
and their little sniveling co-dependent pets.

So let us not walk but march
in loud resonating silence.

Let us speak our claims for healthy presents
and pasts
and matriarchal networking
of and for cooperative future health investments,
yet also listen to our voiceless co-empathic silence,
together,
to gather all our therapeutic
iconic
MotherEarth powers of regeneration.

Let us both march through and around Washington’s squares,
yet also dance in twittering polypathic full-color circles
of sound
and color
and deep healthy ecosystemic nutritional sight.

Let us weep for impudent sons
competing for whom to grab next in smokey locker rooms,
yet also sing our anthems of multiculturing EarthMother love.

Let us lie down in deadly silent omission
of where our Business As Usual competing pathologies
will ominously unfold across each and every bicameral heart,
and also jump and shout our cooperative diastatic hopes,
polypathic faiths,
multiculturing loves
of health within
as without,
as humans
with divine MotherEarth;
ecotherapeutic potential
marching together,
not flying apart
to vote ever again
against Earth’s matriarchal potential for fully inclusive integrity.

Singing and dancing,
dreaming and listening,
marching in mutual mindful silence
until every sister
and her brother
remembers Never Again
Never Again
Never Again
will male supremacist locker room talk
prevail over matriarchal networks
of ecopolitically cooperative global health and safety.

EverMore
Matriarchs march
to conserve Earth’s healthy nurturing progress.

NeverAgain
mere competitions for Electoral College majorities.
EverMore
cooperative economic ecologos of Matriarchal EnWombed Collegiality,
nutritionally enriched consensus.

NeverAgain
conservative matriarchs
not also progressive feminists
for Earth’s political health
as polypathic multicultural full-spectrum safety,
primally known in and through Mother’s Sacred Womb
of interdependent diastasis,
cooperative permaculturing climax.

EverMore
Twitterish Trumpers are left too egocentrically behind,
balding blond old white rugged rough-rider men
without the Elder Wisdom their mothers and great grandmothers
could Full through New Moon share light with them
outside their smoke-filled emptying night timed echoing tombs
of cancerous LeftBrain Dominant klanish locker rooms.

Never Again
Never Again
speak of underpaid undernourished nagging Nanny Walks
as if each Nanny
were not also our Mother’s sacred Sisters,
marching where our patriarchal footprints of history
would healthier fall
to rise Earth’s nurture within-without again.

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Custody of the Eyes

Monks and nuns,
ascetics and miscellaneous humble proletariat folks,
were taught custody of the eyes,
to show respect for those older
and/or wiser
and/or more supremely royal,
and/or in other positions of merited or inherited authority,
to avoid appearing too curious
too available
too interested,
to avoid temptations
of lust and envy and gossip,
to avoid that part of our reality show
that was only meant for the real adults
in our extended family rooms and screens,
creeping across hedge and boundary and custody-paradigm issues
of who is worthy to be in and who not-so-much.

African-American sons and daughters of enslavement,
were taught custody of the eyes
and ears,
and nose,
and hands,
and mouth,
and mind,
because what may be nutritious for WesternWhite Entitlement folks
is what is inappropriately dangerous for nonWhite dependent nonfolks.

Custody of the senses, including the eyes,
is a form of risk management
and precisely what healthy, curious polypathic trusting people
would never ever choose to do,
to enrich not only our own curious multiculturing eyes,
but also to do our part to facilitate
therapeutic opening of our EarthTribe extended families’
ecologically deep-nutritious, bicameral nurturing, eyes.

Custody of the eyes,
risk-management, anger-management, fear-terror management,
does not invite the curiosities of appositional loves,
invitations,
mutual gratitude for still emerging sacred-cooperative humanity,
natural/spiritual nondual dignity,
integration of our potential
for more regenerative,
self/other acclimating,
Earth-Secular/Sacred multicultural health integrity.

George Lakoff reminds us that
“Most people’s first [custodial] experience with governance
[of the eyes and all that eco-bio system that lies bicamerally behind]
is in their family.”
[Here I would pause to extend this family’s self-governing timeline,
back to embryonic beginnings,
Pre-Left-Dominant language development,
to suggest this is where our within-matriarchal family governance
experience first began,
then out, from there,
into identifying a LeftBrain dominant individuated EgoIdentity,
also bicamerally structuring confluent/dissonant polarities,
but also stepping back in time,
now,
suddenly realizing this bicameral-nurturing Ego’s
freedom of eye and mind and ears for those who can hear
Earth’s ecological vocation toward inclusive multicultural health,
echoes RightBrain Elder memory,
DNA encrypted,
RNA co-mentoring nature-spirit root systemic intelligence,
regenerative health
ecopolitical commonly-held conserve-progress senses
that could never work with full regenerative intent
while confined to custody of this EgoIdentity’s marginalized,
repressed,
suppressed eyes.

“Your parents govern you: they tell you what to do,
what’s good for you and bad for you,
and what’s good for the family;”
and, if you are of great glad good health fortune,
how to deep nurturingly learn to love self/other regeneratively,
and why we take care of our health best together,
cooperatively,
rather than LeftBrain ego-centric competitively,
leaning toward fearsome sociopathology,
expecting lesser paranoid beings to practice
custody of the eyes
and to respect YangHubris right to enforce condemning violence
against less enlightened minds and too-liberal bodies.

“In a family,
the means of making sure they [custodial self-governance norms] are carried out
are, positively,
by expressing affection [and curiosity of mind about differences,
diversity,
multiculturality,
plurality,
branches of the family further removed
back in time,
and perhaps currently enslaved and commodified
by competitive LeftBrain aggression
in some oppressively custodial way,
ready to revolt from long-practiced custody of anthrocentric eyes
blind to our healthier regenerative nondual relationships,
denying most of Earth’s enspirited sacred ecosystemic natures],
social pressure [toward cooperatively inclusive integrity, and not so much toward competitively monoculturing egocentricity],
fulfilling desires [especially those emerging from
and cooperatively progressing toward conservation
of eco-health responsibility; healthier climates]
or instilling pride [especially about mutually expansive gratitude
for freedom from custody of the eyes];
and, negatively,
by withdrawing affection,
social isolation [such as custody of the eyes],
denying desires,
instilling guilt or shame,
or physical [condemning powering-over aggression of mindbody ownership, proprietorship, Yang-hubris] force.”

“The [EcoPolitical Earth] Institution…is the Family”
extended to multiculturally include all of Earth’s Organic EcoSystemic Tribes

“The Governing Individual…is a [BiCameral] Parent”
including too-often suppressed nurturing,
integrative,
co-redemptive empowerment mentors

“Those Governed…are Family Members”
co-respected,
mutually respectful,
responsible,
polypathically authoritative,
practicing custody of the senses
to notice ecological therapeutic frames,
climate health potentials,
regenerative, rather than degeneratively-dominating, landscapes,
internal natures as externally shared-OverSoul
enlightening custody
progressing Traditional-Orthodox conservancy
of short- through long-term extended family health
and defensive/integrative ecopolitical DNA/RNA Solidarity safety.

Bodhisattva Tao-Balance Warriors,
CoMessianic AtWo/Man OverSouls,
EcoPolitical Polypathic Matriarch/Patriarchs of ReGenerative Health
no longer cowed and commodified and controlled
by custody of the YHWH-narrow-way wu-wei co-operating eyes,
free to look out and bicamerally recreate
our renewing Ego/Eco-Reality WinWin Game Show.

Freedom from custody
is also bicameral freedom to customize,
to acclimate to our shared sacred-secular primal ecology
of mutually cooperative health and safety,
empathic trust,
Basic Attendance of all nurturing sensory communicators,
living within ecopolitical communities.

 

 

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The Daily Show and Tell

Dear Toni,

I saw you on The Daily Show
the other day
having your way
with Trevor,
or was it the other way around?
Not sure.

I’m also not sure where we first went wrong,
but I’m sorry for once having thought you my dumb blonde beauty.
Clearly this is not who you are
as you continue to play our family’s conservative version
of Twinkle Twinkle Patriotic Star
and Patriarchal Stripes,
Flags and National Anthems.

Slow as deep rich Honey,
if you wrap yourself any tighter
in our conservatively-speaking at-risk Patriotic Flag,
I worry you might not breathe health both in and out
for long-term regenerativity.

I began hearing you as not just narcissistic
and uncaring about the health and security of my Galveston grandkids,
not to mention our whole extended family
of white male and female children
along coastal Texas over the next 100 years,
but sometimes I think you still confuse healthy conservatism,
which goes way back in our matriarchal nurturing days and ways,
with what sounds more like nihilistic condemnation
of any regeneratively humane future
for economic and politically empowering ecological health,
nondually co-arising like Grandmother Moon
and Gaia Earth,
who gave birth to matriarchally conservative nurturing me,
and therefore also still organically conserving biosystemic you,
my honey sweet smart girl.

I wish you had spent less time defending your right to freely express your mind and feelings,
which, indeed, brother Trevor was not contesting,
so you could have spent more time sharing your mindfulness
about our healthy and secure future,
which continues to be at degenerative risk
by further white male plutocratic domination,
as if patriotically Christian and Enlightenment
ForeFathers would have wished to see
my grandkids moving from Galveston,
toward Houston,
our future frontier of new-coastal engulfing waters.

Setting aside your distaste for all things Progressive-Futuristic,
including the vastly dusty tomes of academically orthodox science
and LeftBrain dominant deductive-only facts,
and evidence of both ecologically regenerative
and anti-ecosystemically degenerative futuristic fantasies
about climate change as urgent climate pathology,
even setting all this aside,
please review our U.S. conservatively patriotic
Right of Left Progressive-Liberal
devil’s advocate agenda.

Somehow I think you lost the first chapter
in my Matriarchal WoManual.
Avoid inappropriate touch and speech at all times;
but also embrace therapeutic touch and speech favoring, as positive,
(possibly even RealTime Millennial Progressive)
future regenerative times.

Please avoid merely repeating past degenerative conservatism
as if beautiful ecopolitical women were merely dumb blind blondes
within our ecologically multiculturing marketplace.

I appreciate that you do not see yourself
as a victim of history,
but more as a victorious Devil’s Advocate,
and I love it when you mention this
despite U.S. women receiving enfranchisement rights
even after Black male property owners in several Northern States.

But, darling,
how on Mother Earth do you think we received this right to vote
for Donald Trump
rather than the candidate who would otherwise become the first woman U.S. President?
Do you think our patriarchal faithful Fathers
climbed off our Mothers in bed
and said,
Oh, yes, you want it?
Sure. Here, it’s yours.

How do you think your rant
against marchers and protesters
sometimes shouting Women’s Lives Matter Too,
your stark disapproval of those who physically demonstrate
that they have not had your same benignly secure relationship
with your rather too-dear U.S. Flag and Patriotic-Only-Need-Apply Anthems,
as heard within post-millennial virtual realities
of Devil’s Conservative Advocate supremacy?

How do you think your active disbelief
in the economic and political necessity,
or even historical effectiveness,
of strident speaking and marching
in public and private spaces and times
would feel to your maternal Elders
during the post Civil War era,
who had no other cooperatively regenerative power?

Perhaps not quite whiney enough?

I am sorry to say,
as I boundlessly love you,
and always will,
I am quite sure your conservative great great grandmother
would be pissed as hell at this,
her post-millennial offspring,
playing at Daddy Trump Devil’s Advocate;
joining the continuing LeftBrain dominant paternalistic
plutocratic team,
when she so vigorously marched and protested for this opportunity for you
to vote for our first woman U.S. President
of a bicamerally Matriotic-Patriotic
Right-Left balancing
post-millennial RealTime U.S.A.

Your Virtual UnReality Shows
you learned well to help yourself stay away
from inappropriate touch and speech of others
you feel a reactionary need to overpower,
but have yet to begin
this deeper maternal ecotherapy
to always and everywhere regeneratively touch and speak
through Mother Earth’s cooperatively sustaining climates
and landscapes of health and safety
as nutrients worthy of your positive nurturing
(despite also known as post-millennial eco-politically progressive)
for all EarthTribe’s multicultural future regenerations.

Don’t date yourself so much
as an anti-feminist blonde beauty
overly glutted with the conservative diastatic age
of General Eisenhower,
as yummy as that was at the time.

But, this is your time.
Seize it.
CoArise with your cooperative matriotic duties
to speak wisdom
to LeftBrain supremacist Trump Cards.

With at least 7 healthy generations of love,
GrandMother Moon

ebbing my Yang sway
to flow our Yintegral balancing day

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