23 November 2011: Thanks to Giving . . .
Thanks to taking, the 99 percent are finally taking to the streets, their streets, our streets.
Thanks to this giving, this risking of life and injury, the Arab Spring has revived in late autumn, just in time to face winter in the eye and unfreeze all of our hopes.
Thanks to savagery, the Native Americans are fighting their way, slowly, out of the ruins of their former empires here. And yet, when I asked one of them whether they celebrate Thanksgiving, the chief said, "Some do, some don't."
When I asked another how he can live in a country that so savaged his civilization, he said, "Why don't we just love one another?"
I read a poem by an Onondaga Indian this morning thanking Nature for her bounty; thanking our teachers, "reminding of how/To live in harmony,/ . . . / and for all, the gifts of creation and love . . . /and for all that is forgotten/WE REMEMBER/. . . OUR MINDS ARE ONE.
On behalf of the carnage of years past, I ignored Thanksgiving on and off for years. I dislike most of the traditional foods anyway.
But beyond that "Last Supper" of harmony, I thank God, again for the nascent Revolution and pray that somehow the predicted China Syndrome in Japan, that ultimate wrath of Nature, can be averted.
Sitting here rather imprisoned in many ways, by the limitations of Western culture and two broken legs, I thank God for the freedom to heckle the president, and how he received those Occupiers' words with grace.
I thank God for my words allowed to stand at Opednews.com and elsewhere, though not for censorship elsewhere and pray for Internet freedom, what is left of it, to endure.
I thank God for criticism and praise, though too much of either commits spiritual murder.
Let us pray for the Nature that the Onondaga Indians so treasure, which is being laid waste as surely as their civilizations were. Bring it back. We need our turf to absorb the rain, to prevent flooding, to grow our food, to nurture us with beauty. A fractured, bald America violates their religions and the God we pray to, even the frackers among us, in and out of churches, mostly in.
Thank God for the few enlightened Republicans among us: people like Stephen Spoonamore, David Iglesias, Dr. Charles E. Corry, Mike Connell when he finally decided to spill all and then died soon after, taking essential truths with him. There are others.
Thank God for the forced family togetherness wrought by this cruel recession forcing college graduates and victims of foreclosure to move in with family where this is possible--the vile silver lining of a ruthless cloud of greed that the nascent Revolution, thank God, will fight into the iron walls of its own making. Lock them in their safes with their dollar bills and stock certificates
and we'll start all over again. Thank God for new beginnings that strive toward the good--to materialize it out of abstraction into reality, the ultimate challenge.
Thank God for our foolish dreams that keep us pushing the rock up the hill. Surely someday we'll get there and push the rock down to smash greed--that's a long way down.
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