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Telling Stories

While there is no story at all
unless it has at least two sides,
when it comes to ego’s narrative lines
and epic paragraphs,
we have great difficulty in casting ourselves
as other than a one-sided protagonist story,
which others might see as including too much self-indulgent glory.

Winona LaDuke
tells a worship story of the Anishinaabe
defending their sacred home
with support from the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples,
against further mining investments of commodifying Earth antagonists,
represented by the State of Michigan.

This story is about copper mining investors
against people who worship Earth
as sacred Habitat,
Elders of one EarthTribe extending family,
across species,
and back across first dawn of Time.

You have already guessed who is winning.

Why is that?
The quality of our spiritual and ecologically healthy lives
depends on questions
challenging competitive one-sided empowerment assumptions.

But, you are right, I suspect,
if you guessed that both sides are losing.

The RepublicanRuling White evangelical Christian
State of Michigan
ruled against the Anishinaabe
and against their own sacred Scripture
and spiritual experience.
Water and land, they say,
cannot be sacred,
cannot have spiritual development significance
and deep and rich and wide meaning
because a protected place of worship
must be inside a building.

I don’t have a PhD in King James Bible Studies,
but I do have a Master of Divinity degree
from a duly licensed
and officially accredited Christian seminary
in the U.S.
and I’m fairly sure I remember
Christian Worship takes place,
rather uniquely,
in human hearts and minds and bodies,
wherever they might happen to be located
in space and time,
inside, maybe, but, for many,
preferably outside.
Most of the history in the Bible
is outside worship history.

Surely gardens were Eden’s first cathedrals.
Why would the State of Michigan pretend otherwise?

Why would KingJames Bible thumpers
and HellFire prophets,
patriarchal evangelists
and patriotic disciples of God’s omnipresent Love
allow their regulators and legislators
and executives,
acting in their HolyScriptures name,
tolerate such a clear misrepresentation of worship
as taught and lived by JesusChrist,
pretty much outside
and especially sweating blood in gardens
and walking on sacred water?

Why accept such an absurd misconception of worship
without economic or political
or personal or vulnerable question
this is patently absurd one-sided stealing
for money-making redistribution purposes
from spiritually rich to feed toxic desecration
to all residents of Michigan
and Lake Superior
and Turtle Island.

Absurd to confine worship indoors
to anyone
from anywhere
who has had the natural-spiritual experience
of being born
from any sacred matriotic womb
of God’s EarthTribes.

Intolerable rape of Truth
to any healthy Christian
with opportunities
to worship outdoors
while reading Psalms
and Proverbs
and natural-spiritual Sacred Parables
about harvesting grace
planted in seeds of divine gratuity.

What is truly healthy faith
within our buildings of worship
is merely a pale reflection
of truly spiritual experience
derived long before we built buildings
as defensive shelters
against sacred elements
of MotherEarth.

I have known authentically patriotic Christians
to find more freedom worshiping God
on sacred rocks
born of spirited Lake Superiors
as compared to claustrophobia while boxed up inside
binding fear and threat constraints
of evangelically booming buildings
and fundamental absence of spiritual discernment constraints.

Worship, like Wonder,
looks for God’s ReStorative Justice and Peace,
to let go of stuckness
in Retributive Vengeance is DivinePower
over Lake Superior commodification issues
about who and what and where
is most biblically saved
after God’s Word
has spoken first and last outdoor spiritual experiences,
voices of Earth’s sacred natures
and divinely-inspired Great Spirits.

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Transparency of Light

Ivana and Ivanka
and other daughters with mothers
midst matriarchal families with U.S. herstories
might be troubled
by the Trump Administration’s corrupt substitution–
supremacy of White
when both sacred and sexual life is so clearly all about
purest transparency of Light.

When this transparent Light
fills political backrooms
and personal bedrooms,
all Earth remains a Sacred Tragic/Comedy Stage;
takes on a more intimately personal
and yet also a greater economic and political
CoPresence of vulnerable Light.

What do we practice,
practice,
practice
making greater
and more naturally-spiritually extended love
in our bedrooms
and our backrooms?

What have we practiced,
practiced,
practiced
making even more supremacy of fear-mongering White
heterosexual males only on top always
raping and pillaging lives
of mindless patriarchal complacency?

About Win-Lose dualistic interpretations of White is Good
and Black is NotWhite is Bad
sacred scripture
in White-dominant
segregated
mistrusting bad-faith communities,

Yet Win-Win transparency of cooperative Light
is so obviously YHWH’s wondrously divine
FullColor ScreenPlay
Opera of His/HerStoric CoOperations.

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PolyBoxes of Tradition

I faced alarming paradoxes
as I headed toward puberty.

First,
my King James Bible-belting parents,
extended family,
and all-hopelessly-WHITE farm community
taught me

God loves me
and all the children,
red and yellow,
and black almost as much as white.

That felt good
but then I learned God hates me
because I became queerly obsessed
with hot guys,
and not hot girls.
So, God created me
so He could hate me.
That seemed like poor planning to me,
and I was still in fifth grade.

Then I learned that God had given me two extraordinary gifts:
Possibly unmeasurable intelligence,
and so,
my grade-school principal warned
my evangelical farmer parents,
we were not to be surprised
if I was and saw this Earth
in a somewhat different way.

My second gift
was the envy of all good Bible-belted teenagers.
I could sing with the angels.

So,
the God of Infinite Love
is my Creator
and I am His Frankenstein Queer
with a mind and singing voice to soar,
full of Grace.

You and I might both be surprised
how long it took to figure out
Something is very wrong with this picture,
and I don’t think it is just me.
It was merely everyone else I knew and trusted
in that Bible-belted time.

So I sang for them in full voice
but gave as little voice to my sexuality as possible.
I wrote papers and test responses
in full A+ voice
but told no one
I knew they were asking wrong questions
for me to answer with full-versed integrity,

Free to sing with David and Jonathon
free of magic superstitions
standing in for mythic polypathic wisdom
of Solomon

Not to divide innocent organic Promise
God has conjoined as Love
of and for children,
red and yellow,
black and white,
gay and lesbian,
bisexual and transgender

And, yes, even straight-faced
Bible-belting out Hate
and Supremacist Evangelical Christian Colonizing InBred Correctness,
while continuing to give birth
to hidden,
shamed and blamed queer Grace
of a Loving God
polypathically immense,
deep and wide,
future through past
regeneratively just
and peaceful
and wickedly funny

Because if we cannot laugh at our egocentric stupidities,
then we must cry out for cosmic tragedy.

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Resilient Trees of Partial Truths

If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale,
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.

But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?

Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.

Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
“I too am a WhiteMale”
no awkward discussions needed, really.

And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
“I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color”

Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?

And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.

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BreakThrough Boundaries to Trash

Transcending boundaries to trash
transacts through vulnerabilities to crash
into compost cash.

I see and feel strange conjoining
curious listening to speak with old as young.
We carry less allegiance to romance of patriotic memory
than reciprocity through mutual matriotic mercies
we all mighty multiculturally cherish.

Looking back and out across civilizing formations,
we move from active abuse of old and young
as justly disposable
when no longer,
or not yet,
useful
productive
of value to our more middle-aged maturing great transitions
toward Paradise Incorporations.

Still, we have monoculturing neglect.

Neglect of old as young
progressively democratic
replaces abuse,
physical, of ancient patriarchal conquering story,
and still venerable verbal abuse too alive and well.
Some still yell of hell
while old and young tend to degeneratively live there.

Neglect unveils a great transactional opportunity
to personally and politically correct a great wrong,
a failure to communicate less violently,
exclusively,
supremely,
royally,
less just
among our middle-aging Yangish selves.

While admittedy a caricature,
hyperbole of double-bound contrasting faces,
which in any one day
in one middle aging life
may ubiquitously shape-shift back to trash
and forth to compost treasures,
what we neglect through agism
and who we neglect through sexism
and why we neglect through racism
all goes back to two permaculturing ways
of communicating with and about
what is mere trash to LeftBrain dominance
is also potential curious compost
to RightBrain sacred ecology.

If too much energy
is wasted on our old and young,
that fits right in with a disposable,
and yet another overpopulated,
society with internal uncivil conflicts
about anti-social communications
against and about throw away allegiances
to Earth’s natural justice
as retribution for failure to succeed
yet, for our young,
and still, for our old.

But, we have this older matriarchal alternative principle
that Yang’s overwrought and under-valued Trash
is also yin’s wu-wei potential robust compost,
especially with a middle-age dominant culture
respecting full circles of restorative mercy
to listen and play with and work beside,
to drum and sing and dance with our old and young,
to vote and march and prayer circle with old through infant solidarity
praise as thanksgiving
as gratitude for once again
evolving our humane potential
toward cherishing our mutual reciprocities
more than dismissing and having to throw away
our oppositional allegiances
to mere middle class
middle age
heterosexual over bisexual fear of internal implied transexual
white v black v brown v red v blue v green mid-range inclusive confusions
presumably requiring some form and flow
of over-yanged retributive correction
back toward redistributing most of our mature and aging wealth
to an exhausted global middle-aged class
unwilling to post-millennially see
find
discover
uncover
recover restoration of mercy for all,
regardless of age, etc,
is a more tried and true polycultural outcome model
for regenerativity of healthy compost
rather than further degeneration of our worthless self-loathing trash.

I feel curious conjoining
of sacred ancient restoring ecotherapies
with infants learning profound differences
between throwing out old allegiances to lifestyles
redistributing unwanted trash
and cherishing our reciprocal restorations
of priceless future compost,
memories of song and dance and laughter and legislation,
of restored rage and marching and wheeling registration
toward infant through ancient polyculturing love
for regenerational restorations,
mutual mercies of personal as political compassion
incarnations,

Political incorporations
restoring middle-aging trash
to timeless treasured compost for all our ages
past through yet to become
fully more than infantile allegiance
to trashing RightBrain without LeftBrain languaged
compost creolizing imaginations

Transcending boundaries to trash
through vulnerabilities to crash
into bicameral cooperative compost cash.

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The Prophet Speaks

Racism,
and sexism
and violent capitalism
are as American
and as bad for you
and your kids
as pre-millennial rotten and burned-out apple pie-makers
and their EarthPatriotic kids,
learning
and living
and health loving post-millennial
WinWin co-operators
against LoseLose
racism
and sexism
and violent capitalism
as AntiAmerican
as burning-out
and hanging-out
and banging-out
and harming the health in any way,
of matriotic apple-pie makers.

So said,
rather more than less,
one of the ancient river campers
speaking curbside
before the double-glass front doors
of his Cumberland Farms Cathedral.

In a sad and quiet voice.
Not a position he gloated about
as if he stood morally apart.
Rather,
he speaks of dis-integrity
of our shared powerless positions
as autonomous systems,
struggling through each impoverishing day
of lost good faith youth
for, now, mere survival
when we could become sooo very much lighter
to rediscover
remaining integrity of our identity systems
for cooperative organic thrival.

Outside,
my neighborhood prophet
for world peace
was long and lean
with sun-dried and bronzed wrinkled skin
over muscled sinew,
a long-grey bearded
and skeletal nature mystic,
with clear and open stereophonic memorizing eyes.

Inside,
remembering his times with swimming wet green frogs
and sleek flying flashing ravens,
eagles of EarthPatriotic balance,
both honorable predators
and prey to aging apple pies
regretted and suffered
by long grey-bearded prophetic times
surviving threats and violence of nationalistic racism
and monotheistic sexism
and MightMakesRight capitalism,
WinLose subnormal optimization
of WinWin BothAnd opportunities,
Left integrated in and outside Right-felt memories
of maternal love
far too unmatriotically far behind
for EarthTribe’s cooperative thrival
of these our fit-in
cooperative powerlessness.

So, I asked our neighborhood prophet
if he had mentioned these problems to the Mayor.

“I guess your news for today,
I am the Mayor.”

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Secret Lives of Shame

We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.

Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about an unpromising competitive future,
drowning in inch-deep and narrow-specialized peer and mentoring relationships,
without therapeutic merit, or even intent;
these are commonly anticipated
in overpopulating species,
whether RNA-regenerate plants
or DNA-endowed with language and memory
about consuming and producing re-investments in people
meeting them at their diverse seasonal stages of development.

In the Secret Life of Trees
we discover MotherTrees nurturing their vulnerable saplings
in ways that balance natural nurturance with ecosystemic culling
to optimize Her ForestTribe’s ecopolitical balance and harmony
of organic thrival function.

Saplings born in poor rocky soil,
where MotherTree must choose optimal light and water for all,
not just through Her sapling’s young adult maturation,
but also their capacity to raise their own healthywealth
grandbaby saplings,
The poorly sited sapling
is ecologically abandoned too soon,
re-joining Earth’s reforesting skin
of Sacred Ecology,
holonic RNA and DNA decompositions,
preparing Time’s regenerative composting entropic mid-way.

Abortion,
in response to ecopolitical feelings of overpopulation
and under-whelming future resource prospects,
bears this resemblance to culling out weak futures,
typical of rabid chronically stressed populations,
especially young adults,
younger MotherTrees,
not yet ready to provide sufficient shade
and light,
water and vitality,
regenerative future potential
for Seven ReGenerations.

But,
abortion here in secret lives of Trees
is not a hidden or shameful loss
and lack of respect for sacred polyculturing
reforesting ecosystemic life vocations,
but more of a neighborhood forest decision,
a loss to MotherTree
and to struggling Sapling
to be reborn as compost
refueling Sacred Earth’s cooperative ecopolitical root systems,
RNA landscapes
for future DNA-sensed,
and spoken,
healthier climate times,
not quite so post-millennially overpopulated
with chronic adolescent and young adult messages,
You are neither economically needed
nor politically wanted
nor ecologically even probable.
Somehow lost in WinLose
cognitive-affective dualdark dissonance
about aborting culling futures of neglect,
and even violent abuse,
and the ultimate eclipse of ego/eco,
Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
re-alignment of (0)-Soul.

Human nature has uncovered many abortive culling tools.
Some of these engage scalpels and chemicals,
but much more popular
and accessible
are guns and knives
and nationalistic guaranteed and warrantied wars,
paranoid official and unofficial militias of Rifle Associations
and race and culture and nature and spirit Elitisms,
profoundly active distrusts
of Sacred WinWin Ecological Wisdom.

I have no active faith and trust,
that if we each responded to our on-line friends
and followers
and allies
the way we don’t respond to our RealTime families
and neighbors
and people we don’t really know
for whatever distancing reasons,
we would have a better, more cooperative, on-line time
of regenerative laughter and mutual trusting regard.

I would expect instead,
in face of isolating shaming and blaming experience,
our VirtualTime environments would decompose any remaining vulnerabilities
into monoculturing rabid chronic paranoia
of stressed-out-sourced indigestion
into further domestic RealTime chaos,
Business As ClimatePathology Usual.

Abortions by matriarchal benign neglect
may be as old as MotherTrees,
but culling marginal populations through elitist patriarchal abuse
appears to be a more recent shame and blame
DNA-inspired monoculturing decomposition
within uber-elitist inhumane populations,
root systems no longer playing WinWin reforestation.

We could speak and listen together.
We could also sing and dance
and walk and reweave root systemically together
without racing and enslaving and over-competing against
each other person and plant and forest,
to reforest Earth’s WinWin PolyPhonic Paradise.

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