Friday, April 04, 2003

Disinfecting the Germ Theory

Watching television, you’d think we lived at bay, in total jeopardy,
surrounded on all sides by human-seeking germs, shielded against
infection and death only by a chemical technology which enables us
to keep killing them off. We are instructed to spray disinfectants
everywhere, into the air of our bedrooms and kitchens and with
special energy into bathrooms, since it is our very own germs that
seem the worst kind. We explode clouds of aerosol, mixed for good
luck with deodorants, into our noses, mouths, underarms, privileged
crannies—even into the intimate insides of our telephones. We apply
potent antibiotics to minor scratches and seal them with plastic.

Plastic is the new protector; we wrap the already plastic tumblers of
hotels in more plastic, and seal the toilet seats like state secrets after
irradiating them with ultraviolet light. We live in a world where the
microbes are always trying to get at us, to tear us from cell to cell, and
we only stay alive and whole through diligence and fear.

We still think of human disease as the work of an organized, modernized
kind of demonology, in which bacteria are the most visible and centrally
placed of our adversaries. We assume that they must somehow relish what
they do. They come after us for profit, and there are so many of them that
disease seems inevitable, a natural part of the human condition; if we
succeed in eliminating one kind of disease, there will always be a new one
at hand, waiting to take its place.

These are paranoid delusions on a societal scale, explainable in part by
our need for enemies, and in part by our memory of what things used
to be like.

In real life, however, even in our worst circumstances we have always
been a relatively minor interest of the vast microbial world. Pathogenicity
is not the rule. Indeed, it occurs so infrequently and involves such a
relatively small number of species, considering the huge population
of bacteria on the earth, that it has a freakish aspect. Disease usually
results from inconclusive negotiations for symbiosis, an overstepping
of the line by one side or the other, a biologic misinterpretation of

From – Lives Of A Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher(1974) by Lewis Thomas, M.D.

(This was taken from a publication Robert and I produced at
Sherman College of Straight Chiropractic, in 1978 - called
The Force ---and how true it still is - today! The
microbial world is teeming with possibility - only the
resistance of the host (ie. our own Innate Intelligence and
immunity) is paramount....
For more on the global fear-trip, SARS (Sickening And Repulsive Scam)
please see articles posted at

In the ruins, all that's left is death and fear

There is no respite in shattered Baghdad, writes Paul McGeough, who searches for remnants of normality - but finds only grief, anguish and dread.

I wanted to write about the last pockets of tranquillity in a besieged city.
..............continued at the website........

See also this blog - Another Day in the Empire for daily war-blogging --
which I would like to do less of, myself, though it is hard not to channel the sadness and the pain of the world.
We try to remember - The end is present in the beginning - and so what is, is. How can our hearts be opened,
how can we be pierced by compassion, and not be afraid?

Thursday, April 03, 2003

Lights Out in Baghdad

This is a different view of the war, from an Israeli
site - DEBKAfile
Political Analysis - Espionage - Terrorism - Security

From today's news:
DEBKAfile’s Exclusive Middle East sources have
tracked down top Iraqi leadership’s bolt-hole:

Baghdad pre-paid and chartered entire Hotel Cote d’Azur
De Cham Resort at Syrian Mediterranean port of Latakiya
near Assad family villa. Group may include Saddam Hussein
or his sons, but this is not confirmed.

Top Iraqi officials hiding there since March 23, four days after
coalition invaded Iraq, guarded by Syrian commando unit armed
with anti-air missiles and Syrian naval missile boats securing port....

Here's a poem from Hafiz (c. 1320-1389)
-- most beloved poet of Persia - from translation
by Daniel Ladinsky - I Heard God Laughing

It is my understanding that Hafiz spoke or sang his
poems spontaneously, and his companions wrote
the verses down later. ...May these poems inspire us
to give the great gift of kindness--to ourselves and
to others.

Cast All Your Votes For Dancing

I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.

You can stay that way
And even bloom!

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions’ beautiful laughter.

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.

I took this photograph in 1971, Shutesbury, Massachusetts

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

What changes? (will we ever learn)

War (Guerre) Guillaume Apollinaire (1917)

The central combat sector
Contact by listening post
Or shoot in the direction of "audible noises"
The young men in the class of 1915
And these electrified wires
Yet don't cry about these horrors of war
Before it we only had the surface
Of the earth and the sea
After it we shall have the depths
The underground and free space overhead
Men at the tiller
Afterwards afterwards
We shall have all the joys
Of conquerors who rest
Women Games Factories Commerce
Industry Agriculture Iron
Fire Crystal Speed
Voice Light Touch separately
And together in the touch of distant things
Of far greater distances
Beyond this earth even

(translated from the French by Roger Shattuck 1971)
The war will be over soon,
It will be over soon, I tell myself,
I tell my daughter. I would tell my
grandson, but what can he know
about war? Why should we ever
tell him? There are too many tears,
sorrow enough in this world
he need not know about.

There are tulips in my garden,
growing with a vengeance,
against war.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

I have two words for you: Asia Grace

This book of about 600 images is a fantastic collection, chosen from over
40,000 photographs taken by Kevin Kelly on his travels throughout the Asian
continent from the 60s to the 90s.

Many of the images document a world that no longer exists.
The beauty of the landscape, the people and the culture is breathtaking.
I spent hours looking at the photos, which can be viewed in a slide show,
or as individual photographs with accompanying text that is very informative.

I found these pictures to be remarkable, if only that our culture does not
understand this world - and our mistrust of anything foreign is deeply rooted.
One cannot look at these photographs without feeling a strong connection
and deep love for the wonders of this planet and people, and a compassion
for the other side of the world.

Please read the production notes on the website which tells of the photographer's journey and how he made this spectacular book.

The steppes near Konduz, Afghanistan
Ana said that she was crying, and Noah wanted to comfort her.
He brought her his blanket, and held it to her cheek so she
could feel how soft it was.
He brought her a pacifier, and held it to her lips to console her.

And so, Jody is gone - he is over there now and will be our
"eye in the sky" - and tonight Ana showed Noah a photograph
of Jody, and said "Daddy loves you, Daddy wants to give you a kiss."
She came upon him later, holding the picture up and kissing it,
with his eyes closed. He is only 17 months old, but he seems to
understand the important things.

This photo of Ariana and Noah was taken last January, when he was 3 months old,
by Kim Donald (Kyle Zimmerman Photography) It hung in the
window on Central Avenue for several months in 2002.
Deciphering Cancer's Cellular Riddle
Biophysicist who cured himself
is now helping others to heal

Copyright© 2002 by Teresa Tsalaky

David Walker wanted to live long enough to see his children graduate from high school. He asked his oncologist if he'd make it that long. The doctor hung his head and said Walker had no more than three to five years before the colon cancer would take his life.

Nearly a decade later, Walker is cancer free. Thanks to his training as a biophysicist, he was able to decipher a biochemical riddle that enabled him to cure himself. He created a treatment protocol that consists of herbs, enzymes, phytonutrients, detoxification and a bio-resonance therapy that recharges depleted energy in cells. He then shared his knowledge, helping hundreds of other cancer patients eliminate the disease.

In 2001, the Federal Trade Commission and Washington State attorney general sued to stop him. A government investigator reviewed Walker's records and reported that 14 percent of the people using his protocol had died. The report did not include the mortality rate over the same period of time for cancer patients who undergo the approved cancer therapies: radiation and chemotherapy. That rate is 96 percent.

When the court case ended in 2002, Walker had become one of thousands of individuals and companies whose effective, alternative treatments have been stifled. >>>>more at Link

Check out this website -- lots of great stuff at

Monday, March 31, 2003

War in Iraq: (Heart)Breaking News

I have having trouble swallowing all this
Operation Iraqui Liberation - O.I.L

My son-in-law will be leaving this week on an eighteen-hour
flight to *somewhere* - His mission is above 30,000 feet, so
we pray he is safe and that his presence will somehow help
the safety of those on the ground in that stormy desert.

It's very painful to accept any of this as real. What is real is -
he's leaving - and no one will say when he's coming back.

I found this disturbing- Apparently, since he didn't have
five bucks on him to pay when they collected for in-flight meals--
and no one told him he would have to pay his meals- and no one
offered to pay it for him, like, that's OK, you can pay tomorrow -
and the USAF which is sending him out as a the only co-pilot on
an 18 hour flight without any backup, will not provide a meal for him (?) --
my daughter is making him sandwiches to take on the plane, so he doesn't starve!
Is this insane?

Sunday, March 30, 2003

It's Sunday and it's a beauty--bright and blustery.
Since it's Sunday, I figure I'll post up The War Prayer -
Mark Twain says it all.

The War Prayer
“O Lord Our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts,
go forth to battle—be Thou near them! With them – in
spirit—we also go forth from the sweet peace of our
beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help
us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells;
help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms
of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the
guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain;
help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane
of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending
widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out
roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the
wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst,
sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of
winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee
for the refuge of the grave and denied it –for our sakes who
adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract
their bitter pilgramage, make heavy their steps, water their
way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of
their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him
Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful
refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid
with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.”

Mark Twain

I have to say here that my sad cynicism in posting this prayer
is not about the kids we sent over there, or the people they
have been sent to battle against. It is a classic story, though,
that God is on "our side" and in His Name do we call it "just"--
as if "He" would approve of this horror and the aftermath...!