Human Innocence in Storms of Culture

(an autobiographical tale)
    
Quenching wanderlust, ousting fear;
Where end of human road
Meets trail of rabbit and deer;
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Re-bonded with what is real --
Human and Earth-life held dear;
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Wilderness-cleansed, one maverick,
Receding to the City-herd's Lifeway--
Conflict, desecrate and disjoint--
Pulled off Black Canyon Highway
For twilight time at Sunset Point.
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The local place of roadway lore
Held one young couple resting there;
As night was falling and foreboding in '64.
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Strings of verbal beads, an exchanging,
And through conversation, a rearranging
Of what is, in the "what's happening?" of yore.
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Hallowed babe asleep, safe and sound,
Back in the homemade wooden shell,
On old pickup bed: images on the edge of Modern hell.
Parents, out of luck, Phoenix bound.
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Beads and shells, ways of Lifeway happenings
In one Time and Being , of debated yore.
Voiced softly, yet deeply pondered, aimed at ripenings.
And sent into a gathering, cultural dusk, one night in '64.
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Potato chips, a 29 cent bag,
Freely shared with one maverick;
Mostly just air, reflecting a family's plight.
Yet, tomorrows breakfast shared, defies any night.
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One old truck, one old car, three youths,
A white-man powwow, a ceremony of cloudy sensing,
In three (and all subconscious Youth), in the year of '64:
Sensing personal and cultural storms commencing.
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Nothing else expected, a mark of human sanity:
Requesting nothing but the sharing of humanity.
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The maverick makes a silent move; as the flow of words
Attains to soul-embraces, dying human light, itself, slips--
Below both Bradshaw Mountains and all human herds;
By slight of hand, a ten spot meets the last few chips.
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Rolling up chips and air, with "goodbye and good luck!",
Back into a '53 Pontiac; but, Youth itself had struck
A Detoured Road from Life; yet, cleansed, might restore.
All steered a driven self, into the gathering storms of "64.
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Aye, such gathering storms destroy and estrange.
Storms striking human norms, Youth, mavericks--
High pressure cold fronts of cultural 'climate change'.
All now, begging one question: a human storm forevermore.
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Copyright 2010  L. S. Heatherly

Politics + Party = Principled, Passive People's Prison

By L. S. Heatherly

Our congressmen are the finest body of men money can buy.
-- Maury Amsterdam

Politics is the wicked wizard behind the curtain of government;

the curtain of gilded iron is open, the wizard is wearing our gold.

-- L.S. Heatherly

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Politics, and the fate of mankind, are shaped by men without ideals
and without greatness. -- Albert Camus
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Search far and wide and never see

Party nor state to govern the free. -- L.S. Heatherly

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Party spirit...at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
-- Alexander Pope

Politics. The diplomatic name for the law of the bureaucratic jungle:
civilization's governmental jungle, ruled by ravenous, overgrown,
financial and corporate beasts. -- L.S. Heatherly

Whenever a man has cast a longing eye on office, a rotteness
begins in his soul. -- Jefferson

While religion is one of the opiates of the masses, politics and

commercialism remain rationality's basic needles for injecting

addictions into the sociocultural blood of humanity.
-- L.S Heatherly

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Power is a drug on which the politicians are hooked. They buy it
from the voters, using the voters' own money.
-- Richard J Needham

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Politics is the marketplace wherein every natural virtue,

innate essence, autonomous community, and bequeathed glory

are sold; nothing is sacred, but egos and empires.

-- L.S. Heatherly

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Politics and Dysfunctional Society

Political Parties are well named. They are parties to which the
people are invited after they have been rhetorically drugged with
oratory and promises this travelin', historical show forbids all to
keep; then, sent summarily back to their everyday oppression,
subjugation, exploitation, and dehumanization.

Politics is a delusional entertainment, a complex show, produced

and directed by those politicians, media-showmen and moneyed

tycoons that get the people intoxicated all through the campaigns;

get them drunk at the celebration-party of, by, and for the party's

well-kept, forbidden, secret: elitist power and domination.

Politics is one ritualistic, delusional ceremony, as old

as civilization.

Its an addiction from which there has been no escape historically,
excepting communal exodus and migration. This escape requires
a sociocultural paradigm rapidly being decimated across our
humanity, within Earth's decimated, evolved life.

This show goes on, a pandemic, institutionalized, decimation within
and without: a decimation of ecological family-community bonded
with Earth-life, with Earth-place, with Earth's species, with

ecosystem-habitats; a decimation of our eco-spiritual-ontological-

sociocultural nurturome, the receiving partner with our material,

organism's human genome.

These multifarious, bonded, caring relationships are the nurturing,
interactive, eco-sociocultural identities and archetypes of evolved,
manifold human love -- constituting our nurturome, -- and are being

replaced by bonds to material products, vicarious and virtual
entertainments, spectacles, electronics, artificial intelligence,

artificial realities, ego-self goals, desires, and drives for
unecological, undemocratic domination and power.

Copyright 2010

The Origin and Nature of Environmental Crisis

By L. S. Heatherly

I.

Connecting Childhood and Sociocultural Dots

Our Global Eco-crisis is falsely perceived and
defined as a disaster happening "out there"-- in the oceans,
forests, rivers, air, plants, animals and lands; and
spreading into the lives of the diverse peoples of Earth.

In deeper fact and reality, the true origin of this and all such
disasters lies within us: within our hearts, values, upbringing,
spirit, consciousness, being, culture and lifeway.

The great bulk of developmental psychologists correctly
cite childhood as the medium, or crucible, in which these
human attributes grow to their constitutional form, nature,
and quality.

Developmental psychology most of  the dots: the stages and events
of childhood development giving rise to adult enterprises.

But it refuses to recognize and connect those childhood dots
to the disastrous, bad dots found in adult sociocultural behavior.

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To avoid career blockage, scientists and their enterprises

enter into denial: deny that profits trump truth of human development.

Science, and media, afterall, are funded by, in the same house with,
sharing vested interests with, for-profit corporations.

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Education, serving science, corporations, media and governments,
is bought-off, unable to find and bring the primary truths home --

to restore and conserve ecologic family and community.

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The Gift to Children

Give our children a cleaned-up, unpolluted childhood;
and they will, generation by generation, return
all Humanity and Earth to sustainable Life.

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II.

Restoring Natural Childhood to Socioculture

The human-caused disasters all about us spring from the
ongoing, disasterous destruction of our natural, human
condition, our naturality, on this natural Earth, home of multitudes
of treasured forms of life including human life,being and soul.

We, through the pollution-debilitation of natural, human will and
purpose, are de-naturing all life and being on Earth. This
de-naturing and de-nurturing originates and springs from the pollution
and de-naturing of what, how and why we are, originally (before
civilization), as Earth's human beings created by her evolutionary Life.

Cleansed human vision beholds the source of all human-
caused disasters to be the pollution of our human hearts,
minds, and souls; the pollution of our self-consciousness
of our Earth-Humanity's spirit and soul-self.

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If we cannot grasp and embrace this underestanding,
cannot receive this light, cannot re-purify and restore
this pure, human flame of spirit andconsciousness in its unity
with all life on Earth; then we willcontinue to point fingers at
each other's activities in that de-natured environment
"out there" in human society and Earth's environment.

Lacking this human revelation, we will continue to be
blind to the de-naturing and de-nurturing from pollution of
the environment of our hearts, minds, and souls.

Clean up and restore our children's natural childhood;
and we clean up and restore all of Humanity and Earth.

2010 All rights reserved

Great Literature

A.
The greatest purpose of reading is to find books
That are, almost, impossible to read;

Books with paragraphs evoking so much
Thinking on the part of the reader

That the reader's thoughts outflank
And override each page, when held in embrace.

Great books are not written
To make wealth, nor a living for the Author;

Literature is purified wind, water, food
work, play and love repaid to humanity.

Great Authors spread great wealth
To from whence it came.

Great literature is fertile spirit cast
On a state's depleted fields of human being.

Great books nourish not, invasive, artificial growths;
but reach, instead, the Earth's
evolved, human seedlings and saplings.

They challenge 'civil', domination-constructs
With natural resproutings, resucklings, resurgings:
Restorations of natural culture and soul.

The great book says:
"Find in me, your messages to humanity."

B.
True literature is marked by its piercings into the hearts,
lives and souls of its closest readers:
accomplishing, with mere written words,
some of what others do
through communal actions,
loving relationships
and family blood.


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Natural Freedom Vs. Artful Power

by L.S. Heatherly

Enter line of trees, shores of water;
open sod of earth for seed,
partake of any fruits of trusted yore;

Turn aside metal sheaths and scultured walls,
enter not artful, thick, wood-carved door.

Whom heeds the call of free humanity's life and lore is rich,
Whom deeds the will to imprisoned, type-set word is poor.



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Art Selection

by L. S. Heatherly


What artist should be trusted
to select a group of creations for any original, human being?

Rather, listen to Emerson:
"Trust yourself; every heart vibrates to that iron string."


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Awe, Soul and Art

by L. S. Heatherly

One should never hesitate to express awe
At the true gems of any living writer.

The greatest ones are never in danger
Of hearing such praise too often;

As they are always ahead of, outside of,
Dwelling deeper than, their Time and Age;

They are in great and lonely need,

Of such soul-arms around the soul-shoulders,
Of their refuged and besieged humanity.

They slowing burn your offerings;
Tend your kindlings into their night of the soul;

You keep their isolated flame,
In their solitary, human camp,
From dying midst winter-storms of civilization.

Your awe at their labor of love,
Is destination for their journey of joy.

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The sound of your voice ends the sounds of silence;

Your message is a candle passed, a gleam of redemption.

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Hurry Home Sonoran

The monsoon has replenished the desert with life;
Streambeds are aflowin', and life-force is ripe.

Falltime is acomin', and the air has some bite;
Daytime half-rules, and wildlife's in sight.

Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!
Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!

Mother Nature is acomin' to check all our blights;
Our Source is acallin' to divorce wrongs from rights.

Storm clouds mate sunlight, Earth's first primal rite:
The passage to meaning that gives matter life.

Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!
Won't you hurry, hurry, hurry home!

Instincts are arisin', to mate reason with light.
Our soul is aburnin', to re-fire our birthrights.

7/2007