The Power of One

There are many kinds of pressures that are applied today, to get people to join the “majority of numbers”… to get them to move in a specific direction. There also exists the pressure of appearance, where one who “looks” differently or “sounds” different, is made out to seem foolish or “out of step” with the times.

Then comes the pressure of dogma, where one who thinks differently is made to look and feel like a heretic treading on long-established sacred vows. The pressure of “force”, where one who remains faithful to their own “voice”, begins to feel endangered by doing so through the loss of relationships, work, and financial support. There also exists the pressure of moral conflict—in which those who hold different views from oneself feel equally strongly about the moral integrity and depth with which they hold dear to them. 

The last and most difficult kind of pressure is for a majority of one to contend with are moral truths. 

For moral truths come in many sizes and temperaments, requiring great clarity and great love to see that others who hold different perspectives may also hold a “portion” of the truth, yet be different from oneself.

In the end, a “majority of one” is not an isolated individual, but one who is committed to the future of humanity and seeks to improve that future in whatever ways are possible. This can only occur through the commitment to a way of thinking and feeling that influences the consciousness of others by its very strength and depth, and by the force of its own truth. 

For this reason, it is up to each of us who cares about the future of humanity to live as a majority of one. A single voice of vision and integrity, that exists within the larger majority of numbers. Such a voice arises out of spiritual depth.

With a firm conscience, it continually pursues the deepening of truth and understanding through the seeking of clarity; and through an ongoing effort to align with the source of all truth.

Delightedly Childish

Living in the present is essential to our well-being, and the child in us is what makes all things possible — all things worthwhile. Here, you may find yourself again living in a world of renewed playfulness, without concerns about money, productivity, or being “cool”. Delightfully candid snapshots of children worldwide will teach us that there are no limits to our imaginations and that everything we need is within our grasp. Children make us better adults. Let the child in you give rebirth to the things you once thought were lost forever, while you take them by the hand and follow them while they guide you to the abundant tranquility you will feel by living in the moment.

Every child is an artist, teacher, and healer. Watch them at play and as they dream with their heads in the clouds, while they paint a new world for you to help you regain your sense of wonder and heal your wounds. 

Fickle Mirror

Each morn I greet a brand new day

My Mirrors look at me and say

“You look the same as yesterday”

Can it be my youth won’t slip away?

I’ll always walk with a peppy gate       

And hold my back and shoulders straight

Father Time will have to wait

For I’ll escape the aged’s fate

Awe, fickle mirror what’s that I see…

Tiny lines where taunt skin used to be’

Silver strands that seem to dance with glee

And mock the youth that remains in me

“It’s not so bad” these frail bones sigh”

“To face the fact one day I’ll die”

In the face of death, my heart behaves,

It’s’ peaceful balm my spirit craves…

To escape the vessel that now enslaves

-from the pen and perspective of Carol Wood/ aka Platoon Nana

A Wave Of Unhappiness

Fretting Children 

What is wrong with today’s children? Why does one in four have experienced a probable mental illness”; which means that one in five has had anxiety, depression, or both? Many kids with horrendous anxiety and self-harm are becoming paralyzed. 

The figures are certainly shocking, but what is driving this global “wave of unhappiness” amongst children?

There is obviously something missing, but how do we address it? How can we make things better? 

We can say they’ve got everything; cell phones, this, that, and the other.. but that’s clearly not enough. The answer for parents is simple; Do something. Talk about it, learn about it, and take a close look at what your child does.

Setting boundaries with this age group is just as important as it is with toddlers. As adults we should know that they need boundaries or they’ll behave in even more dangerous ways until they discover them for themselves; then it may be too late. Look for the signs; kids who harm themselves as a result of social media exposure are saying; help me, it’s out of my control. If your kid is pale, tired, and miserable most of the time, they are asking for your help.

Young people today lack meaning; a sense of connection and belonging. The “rituals of togetherness and family life are slowly melting away. If you’ve got kids, spend “positive” time together. Stop just talking about it. Healthy brains are a result of positive and loving memories. Memories are made of “moments”. Make everyone count. 

Americas Flag, Revisited.

There seems to be an unwillingness to understand why it’s necessary to commit one’s loyalty to a flag.

To understand the importance of this homage, we must first understand its symbolism

Originally the symbol and banner of the thirteen colonies, its form, and colors, were not chosen on the basis of rational thought. Its form and colors were chosen of an intuition infused by truth and guidance, which led to the correlation between the people, and the flag that America came to call her own.

It was on the intention that the founders of this great nation, that its citizens, be ordained the watchful and guiding eye over its destiny. At the time of her birth, America’s flag was simply bands of red and white, and a circle of stars against a background of blue. Yet, in its simplicity, lay a depth of meaning and purpose. The red is emblematic of the blood, that was shed in the war that led to the establishment of our independent republic. The white stripes that accompany the red, signifies the higher realms of purpose that connect mankind. Finally, the blue background against which the stars are placed is a symbol of the eternal being of God.

It represents the Infinite, out of which both America’s identity and the earth itself have been constructed. The blue that represents America’s relationship to God, remains as the assurance that this connection will never change no matter what ideology becomes popular.

It’s why “In God, We Trust” is written on all of her currency, and why in so many other instances, the connection with the eternal has been enunciated as part of America’s most transcendent document. The stars on the blue background identify the composite image showing the many changes from thirteen original colonies, to now representing the much vaster size of fifty states. The number of stars in the original pattern was shaped in the form of a circle, a symbol of unity.

This flag of America is the hallmark of her sacred heart. Her soul is a nation whose spiritual name is love.  

The debate over who made the first American flag may go on forever, but in any case, the Stars and Stripes were finally flown for the first time in September 1777 during the Revolutionary War.

The cost of a flag today is minimal; the value of its true spiritual worth will forever remain incalculable.

Independence Day, A celebration of Americas Spirit

Healing and growth through the Stars and Stripes

Shrouded in both history and to some degree the mystery of its creation (even though the story of the American flag has been recounted many times by historians), it’s symbolism is only partly understood.

Deep within the design of freedom, Old Glory possesses the energy to heal the conflicts that have found a permanent place inside of ourselves. With this spiritual power and it’s deep ancestral wisdom, we can break away from these chains of affliction and discontent, and heal our wounds like those who came before us.   

The noble course of America and the divine purpose of God under whom many an American still lives must never be separated. However, as much as she may stray from alignment with this direction, and however much she may become vulnerable to the forces whose intentions are not compatible with her divine mission, in the end, she will be what God intended. That being the full expression of the divine light upon the earth, recognizing this light as the path home, and the fulfillment of our own reason for being. 

From the days that lie ahead, when we see our flag of freedom blowing in the wind, hanging from a pole of righteousness, or draped over the coffin of one of our beloved soldiers, we must always recognize the power she gives to melt away our fears and fill our hearts with hope, healing, and patriotism. 

Vulnerability, the last thing I want you to see is the real me.

We are living in a world that to some of us seems to be a world without connection. I am not referring to the world of being connected by technology, but the world of being connected to each other. My belief is that we are neo-biologically wired to feel connected to one another, but there is one major reason we deny that wonderfully human emotion called love to grow, and that is — vulnerability.

With all this “data without a soul” we seem to seek every day, our perception of if you can measure it, it does not exist, allows us to become disconnected from each other and prevents us from being human.

Life is messy, love it anyway
Don’t jump into discomfort, lean into it
Have the courage to be imperfect
Connection is why we are here, it gives real meaning to our lives
We believe we are worthy of love but fear that we are not worthy of connection
Find that compassion to be kind to yourself first — then you can be kind to others
As a result of our own authenticity, we will gain a compassionate connection to others around us
Fully embrace “vulnerability”, believe that what makes you vulnerable —  also makes you beautiful
Revealing all that we are is not comfortable, but it is necessary. Without it you can never be the “real” you 
Letting someone in so far they could hurt you, will allow them to give you everything
Vulnerability is the willingness to say I love you “first” —  with no guarantees of receiving it back 
We try to numb our vulnerability, but we can’t selectively “unfeel” our emotions
There are no assurances in life, but let yourself be seen, and love with an open heart
Being unprotected is the birthplace of love, life, joy, and belonging to God

I am empty, come and fill my soul with who you are. I am at a loss for words, but in my silence still hear me.

But most of all — believe that you are enough…

A Man Called Father

Today is the one day of the year that we celebrate the existence of a man we lovingly refer to as the father.

Why only one day? What is a father really all about? He’s more than just a tall man with a beard, an adult male human being. The best examples of what a father is has been portrayed in movies such as Father of the Bride (1991), Mama Mia (2008), Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967), and National Lampoon’s Vacation (1983). My favorite is the 1942 comedy, You Were Never Lovelier.

A father is not just a man who has the given right to bear arms (and only with consent and assistance of a woman) to bear children. He’s still just a man, and as such becomes a whole lot more of a suitable contributor to society. He’s a teacher, a mentor, a person who pays his share of the bills, is loved by his wife, looked up to by his son, adored by his daughter, and is a committed father and a gregarious member of society.  

A father is the birds and bees version of a parent. He is someone that is there for his children, watches, and actively participates in their lives. He helps them grow, nurtures them, and is always present. He invariably looks to his wife for the “difficult” answers. 

So, let there be no mistake about it; on this particular day and every day forward let it be known that a father (man);

  • Carries cash
  • Can cook eggs
  • Can talk to dogs
  • Though making mistakes, he will let them pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.
  • Knows how to sneak a look at cleavage, without caring if he gets caught once in a while. 

Call him dad, father, or just a man, but when a woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that thrum that only a man can feel — and he never points out that he does dishes. A father welcomes the coming of age, knows when to step aside, gets the door without thinking, and even when he reveals his quirks and imperfections he’s still just a man.

Happy Fathers, Dads, or Men’s day!

Bury The Past? – Never. But stop digging up the bad stuff!

 The New America– A Vision of Promise

Throughout history, conflicts abound (and are of such intensity that they) create so much suffering that humanity, in order to remain aligned with the roots of its conscience and morality, must seek to address the root causes of such conflicts, bringing an end the destruction that their continuance would create.

Such is the time we are now engulfed in; a time in which the latest separation of our ideals upon which our country was founded is fading quietly while rapidly being replaced by fear, hostility, and suspiciousness. Yet, in the meantime, it’s creating great dissension between certain groups of people. There is no remedy for this strife other than that there cannot be a world of peace where one brother fights against another, feels that they are of greater importance than another, or have less of a right to exist than another. What affects one nation affects the world, and the consciousness of humanity must soon grow to incorporate and embrace this truth so that the world as a whole can finally find a resting place of peace and harmony. 

We need not bury the past, it has its rightful place, but constantly digging it up in favor of fueling hatred and anger among its people creates an eternal chasm of unsettled and ongoing separation. 

Love for America has many colors and visible good, and these may be seen to join together when trust is present to work toward a common good.  For America’s virtue is not her might or economic superiority, it is her grandeur in pronouncing the spiritual truths by which all men may live, and her righteousness is creating a path toward the realization of these truths. 

The “new patriotism” that America needs is based on its diversity, not homogeneity of belief. It is based on honor and trust, not on fear of one another. It is also based on a changing view of America’s role in the world toward one in which she stands proudly among nations, wearing the banner of morality and integrity that has to do with faithfulness to her ideals, not to be better or greater than others

The freedoms of yesterday are as priceless today as they were then. It is time for all to awaken to the need to preserve and protect that independence upon which America has been built, so that in unity with one another, America can move forward past the darkness that has descended upon her, into new construction of identity.

This new consciousness will be both a healing and a rebirth for the fundamental principles upon which she has always stood.  They are necessary to the furtherance of the destiny of America and they are essential to the advancement of the positive rights of the people, not to be erroneously mistaken for “negative” rights that permit or require doing nothing. Freedom and self-determination must belong to all or they belong to none. We must find a way of speaking with each other, and of seeking the accord that may only be found beneath the outer disturbances of relationships within the true essence of unity that rests below.

A new consciousness must be established for our children to bring forth for righteous sake and the sake of our nation’s future dedicated to the collection, cultivation, and preservation of her sacred honor.

I am America

I am America.
I am a man of a certain age who still believes in God, and the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America,
I am a nation whom the rest of the world must look upon to find answers,
I am picnic baskets waiting to be filled with simple foods prepared by loving hands. I sit quietly and peacefully down by the lake in anticipation of the warm and beautiful sunny days of summer. I am a glorious early spring morning awaiting those who choose to feel and smell me.
I am America.
I am a mother surrounded by many angels to ease my pain and suffering,
I am Jason, a brave heart,
I am a voice who speaks the truth and needs people to lend me their ears,
I am ears waiting to hear the truth,
I am on a distant path waiting for someone to discover me and let me lead them to a beautiful singing pond with the morning dew lighting the way,
I am a land that used to be called “promised”, and I still do promise if you will just hold my hand and together make a stand,
I am a father who understands that the love of God and family alone is worth the fight,
I sometimes long for yesterday, but look towards the end of a perfect day,
I am country music, hamburgers, corn on the cobb, and iced tea,
I am down home and I still love my hometown,
I am Mother Earth’s heartbeat, companion, and friend,
I am the land of the plenty, but also the land of the sad and suffering,
I am America.
I am a river of love seeking an ocean,
I am old, torn, and tattered car tires laying in a field in the shape of a heart with daisies growing around them,
I am children laughing and singing silly songs that are dancing in their heads,
I am a day like none other filled with hope, opportunity, and boundless love,
I am still a melting pot for all of God’s children, and the child in all of us,
I have discovered after searching for so far, that I cannot turn back,
I am a land with arms wide open waiting to embrace you,
I know we can only achieve real peace when we live inside each others’ wounds,
I have discovered that after all my searching, I have found a place of my own in the heart of a stranger passing me by,
I will not walk with my dirty feet in other peoples’ heads,
I will give inner peace a chance,
America I am.
I am a ship of leaders in the night, not a ship of fools,
I am a nation that must begin to replant the seeds of peace, and one by one we shall reap the harvest, singing and shouting the voice of victory,
I am Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn, and Tom Sawyer,
I am all the countless wonderful cities, towns, and villages spread across this great land waiting to be re-discovered,
I am Autism, the door that can unlock the love in your heart,
I am Dante, the keeper of the key,
I am the land of freedom, hope, and charity,
I once was blind but now I see,
I am America.
I am home.
It’s time to wake up and be awesome.