Women and Men -- Playboy models Rock!

121011 11:51 re: aged playboy models @ women illustration folder

“Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth.”  -Thich Nhat Hanh

Once-long-ago, distant-in-miles and time; I was a useful citizen in the editorial illustration business for 45 years. Now in the community I live in.

Remembering not that I am a victim of time, and abused viciously by petty scatocephalic: bankers, stock brokers, commodities speculators, politicians and various sundry administrators of HUD properties; but merely being a photo whore for Star Magazine who requested that I photograph several similar women albeit in a different context environmentally.

Oddly, then and now, I sensed I was photographing people; who like me had dignity and honor regardless of tits and ass. I being a male, had stolen my first copy of Playboy, I was less than legal of age to purchase it. Were it in my possession today I might recoup some small particle of the $1.25 million dollars stolen from me. I well remembering now my participation in the formation of that small fortune.

I liked my version better than this; but as I wend my way to ash, dust, dumpster or desert here in Las Cruces, New Mexico, the now World Capital of ELDER ABUSE and the depredations our All American Culture; well; what can I say? I celebrate the efforts of any photographer, journalist or not, who shines a bright light on the cockroaches who savage me wherever I turn. Now looking forward to death, my eternal rest or Hell as they will soon find their destination.

Kudos to all involved as I sit here prisoner of my concentration/death camp of monthly inspections.

121008 04:20 word randomly regarded + POSTSCRIPT

Honor amongst the innocents was important in prehistory and now; in summary I find it important to me. I was insanely angry with God and All Creation for the deaths of my children. By varying degrees and ways I have been furious with the secular world as well. Finding now the seat of my anger and its root I better know myself and what I am about with deadly intent.

http://biblez.com/search.php?q=little+children

I am deeply obligated to The Holy Roman Catholic Church teaching me to be myself; in peace and joy -- instead of insane with rage. By training Jesuit -- by experience a Franciscan. In the moment, to summarize my spiritual life, I discover myself balanced equally between the two disciplines and rules, such as I understand them, and by them be willing to live or die.

That was my background prior to arriving in New Mexico, my final home and resting place.

In summary as a freelance photographer for The Catholic Press. It was Bob Baldwin a fellow journalist met at the Providence Journal who sought me out while working six years as a carpenter and recruited me. He had been a Quaker converted to Catholicism like as by choice was Fritz Eichenberg who to the best of my knowledge--I had asked of neither why but accepted/submitted to their obvious devotion . . . I can be devilish in my ways of discerning, absent wishful thinking and finding the manifold ways God has lead me to this moment in time: a phosphorus match struck and flicked arching into a midnight sea to be subsumed there hissing in protest

POSTSCRIPT

Deeply aggrieved for a very long time, specifically the past thirty-five-years, after the death of my son Randy at home in my presence. I discover myself once more in grief for the abuses of J. L. Gray, Inc. who manage the property where my apartment is located. Despite my consultations with friends better advised than the Burt Crisp who gave me a pre-eviction notice, now absent and presumed stolen via illegal entry into my apartment during my absence. In for a penny in for a dollar or the rest of my life here in Las Cruces, New Mexico, The United States of America. At issue: to whom or how do I protest this obscene perpetual monthly inspection experienced as an invasion of my privacy?

I write this protest against the advise of those who know: "The System of Elder Care, J. L Gray, Housing and Urban Development (a USA Federal Agency)" first hand and all too well. They informed me that I would not be able to live with sixty miles of Las Cruces due to retaliation by any or all of the above named.

I could, with accuracy, make the same claim against The Mesilla Valley Hospice where I volunteered for three years. Both issues are interlocking yet, to go further would be a waste of my, oddly now, given my age of seventy-two-years, extremely precious to me time. Day-by-day becoming more so.

What set me off is that Mr. Burt Crisp will in all probability inspect my apartment tomorrow. I will be forced, to witness, thus abandon my planed day, his invasion yet again, in anticipation of another attempt to evict me. Based upon the evidence, now missing, his previous standards sexual, person and having virtually nothing to do with his responsibility monitoring this property.

It is not just Mr. Burt Crisp but J. L. Gray and Mac Management who employ people capable of evicting me for "cause" cleanliness or inability to responsibly inhabit shelter without assistance. The idea of which renders me suicidal having been around the world five times as journalist I have witnessed the living conditions of those so incarcerated. With complete candor I would rather die at my own hand then be so condemned.

There have been times, subject to the savage sadistic behavior of property manages, when I had come to hold a claw hammer behind my back ready to tear them apart with. This document is my only alternative to being naked in the street with all my professional, personal furnishing plus companion cat.

In summary: Abused from infancy onward I protest for all we who are merely litter to The Authority of any one or agency who abuse us mercilessly without accountability. At the moment I do not feel free to empty my trash in the dumpster. Mr. Crisp is present.

Thus what should be my and or our "Golden Years" are bereft of our savings, our retirement accounts, dignity or honor in The Land of the Brave? Whose motto is; "In God we Trust?"

Should God, or Mr. Burt Crisp allow, I will persist writing about self healing for those of us who otherwise would go berserk running amok killing indiscriminately. In these savagely depressing times. I ask for nothing but prayers that I be allowed to continue my mission.

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dialog with God

I write for the creation of it. Meaning: in creating anything we join THE CREATION -- THE BIG BANG creating us. I am reluctant, or at least have been, to share the signs, omens, portents hurtling through my mindfulness. Daily growing more ominous or ubiquitous these thoughts zing and singing from whence? Rather than detail, I will only share, that my love and prayer is that; this happen for and within you. I know you can do it too it two!

No tutu required.

Sleep as you may, can, or must; but for me sleep is death from which I betimes wish i would never arise since infancy. Yet even that, even now, is answered prayer. I did awaken at the magical hour 03:33 with a message from -- guess who! God of course. Who in her/his inimitable way said, simply; "I am the last and least servant of all creation." . . . well . . . i lie: having added on the "servant of all creation."

I am not exactly proud; nor do I ever celebrate my suffering, pain, or the deaths of my children and the long grief endured. I do not envy anyone or anything of material worth. There is a difference between cost and value, knowing all too well the wealth of my poverty.

And here I would point your attention to the most recent several Republican Presidential pretenders. They, it would seem, desire to be worshiped and idolized as THE GOLDEN BULL inseminating all the fecund, nubile, virgins with Saviors yet to propagate the world with greed, avarice, cupidity, usury as in MIGHT IS RIGHT! No matter how many of color are sacrificed to their; THE GOLDEN BULL SHITTER'S GLORY!

Feces has value yet, to me, forever remains the fully digested bodies, hopes, ambitions of the innocent slain and martyred for the vanity of Vanities now in control of The Republican Party in These United States of America . . . did not shithead George W. Bush remark that he trusted Putin? Looking into Putin's eyes with starry eyed adoration the mirror of his own vacuous, pretentiousness? There is no honor amongst thieves just celebration of crime. The spore of these two is littered with the waste of all mankind, no threat or promise, but accomplished fact.

I like this quote. It is unto me like Turkish Taffy indigestible clinging to my mouth, tongue and mind like super glue:

"The next Buddha will not take the form of an individual. The next Buddha will take the form of a community; a community practicing understanding and loving kindness, a community practicing mindful living. This may be the most important thing we can do for the survival of the Earth." –Thich Nhat Hanh

. . . it is valuable to mention that the Buddha is as Jesus Christ and his mother The Virgin Mary (she in particular having been 'raised' to the Godhead 3+1 = 4) All one God various incarnations and prophets of which I profoundly believe Muhammad amongst them . . .

--Book of Common Prayer " . . an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace."

"Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you."

. . . it is my spiritual dyslexia to think-feel-sense-intuit, written between the lines of the Judeo-Christian Bibles combined: that we are the temple/church/Holy See of God not those piles of stones or false idols, idolatry or ideological issues for which so many through history and prehistory have been martyred. Governments and Religions being the source of enmity and war between all the peoples of the world. Therefore responsible for more early deaths than any disease, abortion, or death by natural cause.

I suggest that you follow your own dedication to truth transparently. In that single act you will be fulfilled. As for myself, once a lover of all sensuality seeking fulfillment in the life and body of a woman find now that I am celibate by choice. The friend and lover of truth and reality serving me better than all others ideals.

I am infused with thanksgiving for the manifold gifts given by others who in times past I would attempt to capture as mementos of grace given, anticipated and expected. Then when refused would flee never having the courage to fight for my needs being met.

That which we desire, or hate, holds us captive and victims of humiliating greed. At least it did for all of my former life; filled with fear and anxiety.

Perceptually and experientially I victimized myself. Those tragedies, children lost or abandoning me, those who gave their all; was never enough. Again and again I fled seeking what found me this morning.

What need have I of another friend or lover . . . do we not drown one another in love!

In closing, a few ending or beginning thoughts: My cup runs over. Surely this cannot be insanity for there is no repetition but; an ever renewed challenge. Not merely daily; but moment to second . . . lest I do the thinking etc. you must do to be whole:

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/a-bird-in-the-hand.html

121011 05:59 up since when -- Psalm 81
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Flag - God - Country

Under one banner do I pledge my life to defend, without reservation, regardless of conditions; good or ill.

Each of us regardless of those who passed and yet to come are married to the results of our choice.  In love, marriage or country there is null point. And God is never still nor is life in any form. All the rough places made plain.

At the moment however, rushing towards this election: The white versus those of color; I am divided in my loyalties. Torn in half by rage, poverty and resentment, then peace, joy and blissful indifference. . . .This too shall pass and/or life goes on. In freedom or slavery.

The safety I know comes from God.

In whom I do trust.

The rage is towards those who have my honor and trashed it in greed and usury. Those who in their turn have sold their honor for the prize of being elected to public office in pretend or false authority and service: Senate, Congress, Supreme Court right down the line to the local Animal Control Officer.

They who have pledged differently -- with preamble -- a condition that they block the current justly elected majority in power. Our Commander In Chief obviously discriminated against for the color of his skin. Worse he did not play the party political machine game of: You give me this, I'll give you that in exchange. To acquire the position of power with all it's perks and prestige. As for myself I see not a imporor but a servant Of, For, by the power of the people realistically chosen. A responsibility to be crushed by the world at large; corrupted by various preceding, who have bared the final naked agression, avarice, greed and usury.

Shame me once; as in the contest between Bush and whoever. The has not been an election in the past one hundred and fifty years that would not crumble beneath close inspection by disinterested, without bias, persons representing the authority of the people.

Shame me twice and we will raise a protest the end of which you will never see. Since God suggests there is injustice in spending more than the majority of Americans could ever earn, or own, to establish a Republican Majority. Which, in faith, I still protest was criminal and unjust. As before.

We the people know reality, there are no more industrial jobs, the majority of our labor given to others off shore. The age of industry is dying or dead in America.

The age of information and manipulation of information and the poor economy have destroyed the people’s freely informed choice of governance in State or Religion. The cost of an education has become, at any level, subject to profit and administration pundits; not teaching or teachers.

"Real heroes are men who fall and fail and are flawed, but win out in the end because they've stayed true to their ideals and beliefs and commitments." --Kevin Costner

Missteps and dishonor in our governance by Republicans have given inspiration to dictators the world round to imitate. The prospect of a Republican in public office is offensive to me since it promises the rule by few of the many. Meaning endless war and the prospect of our being the New Rogue State aggressively promising the end of the world. He who leads and I follow said “love your enemy” which merely, to me, means negotiate before you kill him.

Missteps at this point in time will mean the end of all human life as we know it; for the profit of a few Robber Barons and or Corporations who actually dictate legislation to their benefit.

No jobs. Or those offered: low paying menial wages, Seventy cents on the dollar paid to white men.

We stand on the beginning of a new age: equality for women and men, freedom from tycoons who dictate the where, when, how and why of everything. My fellow American’s we, under God, are free to choose between going forward to the future in peace and justice. Or stepping backwards remaining in unjust relationships to the rest of the world creating more terrorist in reply to our aggression against them.

"Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed."
--Herman Melville

121009 21:47 America, the once proud and beautiful
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