How to Fight a Nazi

My time with the alt-right Nazis of the esoteric was a long time coming. I had been surrounded by people my whole life who identified as the left and quite frankly, I was pretty sheltered from a lot of things. Namely, the left's own inability to see how similar their neuroses and shortcomings were the SAME ONES that the alt-right's were. (I'm not talking about the actual political beliefs, I'm talking about the psychology and trauma responses to external stimuli/emotional states.)

This speech is something essential as it details one of the few amounts of research available on political ideologies and radicalization. I saw the same rigidity of thought on the far left (and academic left) as I saw with the alt-right: both sides were convinced of their "rightness". Both were incredibly insecure, both incredibly narcissistic and wounded and projecting a lot of their paranoid fantasies onto the world. Both included the other side as the "Great Demon" (of course the left doesn't believe in literal demons, but I digress), both demonstrated enormous amounts of immaturity and lack of personal responsibility for their words, thoughts, feelings and actions.

But both! Miraculously! Both sides were convinced they were "right" with their execution of ideas. This situation didn't happen overnight. Getting a Day-Glo colored president in the White (ahem) House didn't happen without some kind of systematic breakdown of empathy that has been fomenting in the American public for centuries and was encouraged even as we fought King George's armies.

The founding fathers were slave owners and YET were also brilliant orators, thinkers, desirous of what is, pardon the term, "right". But when they drafted the Constitution, "All Men Are Created Equal", it was only supposed to refer to white, straight male land owners. And people say we have cognitive dissonance.

Cognitive dissonance is part of our culture.  It was collectively created by both sides agreeing, whether implicitly or explicitly, that the system, for whatever its faults, was the one we all live in. I mean, some humans are considered less than (according to this idea that everyone lived under and some still do to this day) because of superficial things they have no control over, but regardless, this situation is what has caused systemic/endemic systems of thinking/being while it systematically causes societal breakdown.

But this video actually gave me hope. Because it shows that people aren't broken so much as they are a product of a system that tells them one thing and does another. It is only when dignity and self-determination is restored in a human being that they can call *themselves* human beings again.

And cults (I would consider the white power movement to be a form of a very insidious cult-like mindset if it is not flat-out one) very handily are laying in wait to catch your son or daughter if you haven't done a very good job of "handling" them in the first place, parents. They are laying in wait to inject a false identity, one that gives them purpose and meaning where you have failed in that regard. Long story short, if you have the audacity to have a kid, at least spend time with them and be honest as you can without being too graphic when they ask a question. Don't make asking questions verboten, and don't be an authoritarian dickhead who is absent or oscillates between negative attention and no attention at all.

This seems obvious to even the most stupid third grader, but apparently some people who choose to breed have not gotten the message yet that it's not enough to simply unload your DNA into a receptacle or receive said DNA and then walk away. That's not parenting. Neither is being in the room but constantly ignoring your child. That's not parenting either. But that IS the quickest way, compounded by years of that style of neglect, I mean "parenting", to make the kid try to find another family. One that tells them they are all they need. That's the quickest way to get your kid dead,  too, whether spiritually, emotionally or literally.

This video does a very good job of explaining the role of "substitute" families in these subcultures and how easy it is to help form ready-made identities pulled from very poisonous soil. 

I wish everyone wellness. Because what's the alternative? And if you are part of the cult of the alt-right and reading this (and I know a lot of you do), please consider writing to Mr. Picciolini for assistance.

He does a good job of listening and doesn't judge you for your experiences but also can help you find resources if you are going through a particular dark night of the soul. 

If you know in your heart of hearts that blaming an entire race or religion or ethnicity of people for all the world's problems is inherently bad, then consider the alt. The alt-alt of the situation is the alt that will save the alt.

Coming into ourselves, healing the rift of identity can be sorted. Can be fused. Can be healed.

Blessings. 

https://www.freeradicals.org/

New Age Clown Fish Dream

Wonderful dream last night in a kind of goofy way. There is much more to this dream that goes along with what I posted about awhile ago on Snarly Skepticism, and maybe I'll post about that but for now, I'll just share this one part:

I'm some kind of psychic/healer/medium and am hired by a family to heal their fish; a clown fish. The clown fish is beautiful, but much larger than clown fish in waking life. This dream clown fish is about two feet long, almost eel like, but very friendly and beautiful. The orange color, all the colors, just lovely. But the clown fish is sick, so I'm hired to come and help.

The family is a blended family and a large one. Mostly Caucasian American and Indians, Hindu and Buddhist. 


I go into the room where the fish is. There are two tanks. One on a shelf, the other tank on a shelf higher and off to the left a bit. A tube connects the two. After looking at the fish I know the fish will most likely be all right, though it's sick now, but the rest is up to the family, I tell them. They really love this fish. I tell them the fish has a "Forty seventy" chance of living (I realize when I woke up you can't have a "forty seventy" but that's what was said in the dream) and that, instead of being sad that there's a seventy percent chance it might die, be grateful and concentrate on the forty percent that he'll live.


I show them how to sit with the fish every day, for at least ten minutes a day, and just concentrate on the fish being well. Send it love, literally, white light from your heart to the fish, and back again. Everyone in the family has to do this, and even when away from the fish, think about the fish and send it love and light.

I tell them it's important to keep the tanks clean, make sure the water is fresh and running and let the fish go back and forth between tanks. The fish follows the tube between tanks.  And indeed, as we're there in the room and I'm talking, the fish is happier and brighter and swimming back and forth between tanks.

I think this dream has something to do with the subconscious and the whole circus discussion surrounding UFO experiences. The clown fish, aside from the name, is orange (orange orb.) The clown fish was not just a happy go lucky rather silly fish; it was actually very beautiful and intelligent, as well as happy.

Down, Up, White, Water . . .

In the previous post, I described a dream I had involving water in a small man made pool, in a white marble setting. I used my pendulum to find out what the crop circle in the water meant. . .

Last night I had a dream that was similar in many ways, but different as well. In the dream I find that I'm leading a small group of people to an abandoned building, a large 19th century apartment type building used for residence but also some kind of school. It turns out I, or my husband, owns the building but haven't been near the thing in years. I get the key, and we arrive, and want to go up to the top floor, but find it barricaded with a weird, rickety, sloppy kind of staircase. The intent of the staircase was to discourage people from going further. "Screw that," I say, "I own this building!" and we manage to climb through everything and get to the apartment at the top.

Once inside, the apartment is lovely. Very nice, clean, and mostly in white, but not sterile, very warm and comfortable. The living room is a sunken living room, the kind popular in the 1950s, '60s, and some of the people sit down in there on the furniture. In the center of the sunken living room is a pool, very much like the one in the previous dream. Just water inside, no crop circle or anything.

One of the men in the group takes off his shoes, which seemed funny since he's wearing a business suit, tie, the works. He stretches and asks if he can put his feet in the water: "It sure would feel nice" he says. I tell him it's important not to put his feet in the water, no offense and it's not personal, but it's important we don't contaminate the water. That's not what it's for.

However, I point to the open door to the right, which leads out onto a lovely patio and garden, with a swimming pool. I tell him it's fine if he wants to go out to the pool and swim. Not just get his feet wet, but his whole body.

Up/Down
The previous dream had us going down, this dream had us going up. In both dreams I was a leader, sort of. Both dreams had small pools of water. Both dreams had white as the dominant color, and both dreams had the water as something clearly sacred. Both dreams had abandoned, or no longer used large buildings that once held a lot of people, and related to learning.

Connected
I think of "as above, so below" when thinking on these dreams, and that the subconscious and mundane is connected to the higher self, astral realms. . . we are all connected, not only with each other, but all living things, which is, in my little belief system, everything.

Dreams
I've used dreams as tools for years; I think we can learn from many of our dreams to help us on whatever path we're on, or are about to step upon. I think these two dreams are signals to me that I'm about to start something new. . . and the dreams are confirmations of my recent desires to do work in teaching/healing areas.

Watery Crop Circles and Bath Mats: Working with Spirit Energy

I've been doing a lot of work these past couple of weeks with spirit guides, which has brought me -- and, seemingly, our house -- a lot of vivid experiences. I've experienced more activity in the past ten days or so than I've had in the past couple of years; which includes dreams, visions, poltergeist type energy, out of body experiences . . .

Last night I had a dream that involved a crop circles and a pendulum. I dreamt I was with a group of people, visiting an abandoned estate of sorts, with lots of terraces that led down to a courtyard. At one time this place was a school of some kind, a kind of college but people also lived here. We go down to this courtyard, which is mostly white marble; the steps leading down, the ground, everything. Nothing in the courtyard except a pedestal made of stones; about two feet tall, and about three feet by five feet. On top of the stone pedestal is a wooden frame, about a foot deep. This "box" is full of water, which is very clear. At the bottom of this little pool is a crop circle. Logically this doesn't make sense; in the waking world, a crop circle in sand or dirt, or in wheat, etc. would not last, but in dream logic, it makes sense. The crop circle was a geometric design, not of any recognizable animal or symbol.

I get out my pendulum (which, in the waking world, I've been working with) and it goes crazy. I mean crazy, I can barely keep a hold of it. It's spinning around so wildly I can't tell if it's "yes" or "no" or what. Finally I get in sync with it and realize it's telling me -- us -- that what the crop circle has to tell us, what we can learn from it, where the crop circle (and all crop circles) are from, is "very intense."

I share this with the group; I tell them that the pendulum shows us that it's going to be "very intense" and for some reason, everyone takes this as "very negative." They start to leave in a little rush, pushing each other up the terraced sides. I say "No, not negative, just intense. It's not a bad thing..." but they don't get it, or don't want to get it. That's the end of the dream.

Other experiences I've had lately: listening to a guided imagery mediation kind of CD, I was having what I call "slide shows" --the vivid pictures popping rapidly in my head during that slightly hypnogognic, trance like state one is in when starting to go to sleep, or relaxing. My pictures were coinciding with what was being said on the tape; after the voice said, for example, "A bright candle," I saw a bright candle. But then I had a vivid, highly detailed picture of a woman who was clearly up to no good; the the message I had was that this woman was a lair, a thief and a manipulator. I briefly wondered "Where did that come from?!" and then the voice on the CD said "There will be people who mean harm and will lie to you. . . "

An odd thing was Jim's experience earlier this evening with the bath mat. I was taking a nap and he had just got in from work. He went into the bathroom to take a shower. He reached for the bath mat that we keep hanging on the shower curtain rod, and it was gone. He thought that was weird, and looked around the bathroom for it, no bath mat. He couldn't find it, which was weird, and wondered if maybe I hadn't moved it. Although why I'd do that, made no sense, he told me later. He looked again, no bath mat. He walked out thinking of waking me but didn't want to do that, so he went back into the bathroom, and there was the bath mat where it always is -- on the shower curtain rod. He told me that this was one of the weirdest things that has happened to him, so weird it made the hair on his skin stand up.

For some reason, I feel that that incident is connected to the spirit energy I've been working with.

Healing Images?

As I was waiting for the eye doctor today, I entertained myself by looking at the walls. Typical of doctor’s offices (including chiropractors and acupuncturists) there were a few large, nicely framed and colorful posters on the walls of the usual specific body parts of that particular doctor's speciality. In this case, eyes. These posters, charts and images of the body -- or its parts -- are seen in offices everywhere. I realized for the first time however how strange they are.

Large images of diseased, broken, sick, damaged organs. Detailed time lines of the progression of diseases. Close-ups of infected appendages, or internal disasters. To the chronically curious, like myself, these images might be mildly interesting, but what purpose do they serve? I wondered why would any patient want to see these images, while they’re in a place where they’re either ill in some way, or else they wouldn't’ be there (unlike Eastern medicine, where it’s preventative, not after the fact) or, where you’re in for a check up, hoping all is well. Most of us are anxious to some degree when we go into a doctor’s office, whether it’s routine or something more involved. Being surrounded by images of illness, and being used to it as normal, sends messages to our psyches that all is not well, and all will not be well.

What we surround ourselves with says a lot about what happens to us on different levels. What we say to ourselves goes much deeper than the surface; we're sending messages to ourselves all the time, and our subconscious takes it all in. Like attracts like. It’s like telling someone not to think of a white elephant. As soon as you say that, you’re thinking of a white elephant.

Why not have images that show preventative things one can do for themselves, encouraging images, healing images?

True, there were nice, pretty, Impressionist type images here and there; it wasn’t all gory red and sick-yellow oozing eyeball close-ups surrounded in gray lettering that announced “Macular Degeneration” and “Diseases of the Eye.”

The point is, why have these things at all in places of care and healing? How different would our health, and our health care system be, if we realized the impact of our surroundings on our health?