Here's a fresh take on WHAT YOUR KIDS WILL LEARN IN THE GOVERNMENT'S SCHOOLS.

Wealth!  What is it? 
In the U.S. people are conditioned to believe that wealth is money and many of us here at gaia reject that notion.  In Europe wealth is more oriented toward good friends, meals, conversations and cultural activities.  For some of my Native American friends wealth is denominated in special kinds of songs, or the freedom to partake in ceremonies, get-togethers, and time alone "on the hill."

So what is wealth?  One definition that I would propose to you is this:  imagine that tomorrow your national monetary system collapses.  (I was in Mexico shortly after this happened for several years and have since had close Ecuadoran and Argentinian friends who went through even more drastic versions of this).  So whatever money you have in the bank is either inaccessible or worthless.  Wealth is what you have left over once your debt-based currency collapses - something which will become increasingly common and could happen in the U.S., too.

Wealth is what satisfies human and other living beings.  It is also what links us together.  You've probably heard that Buddhist parable of heaven and hell:  a man gets shown hell and sees a room full of people seated at an elegant table with the most sumptuous dishes in front of them.  The only problem is that the only thing they have to eat with are 4-foot long chopsticks.  They are unwieldy and the people can barely manage to get anything into their mouths.  They are stressed, hungry, irritable and starving.

Heaven, on the other hand, looks just the same:  a huge banquet with the same sorts of dishes and, once again,  those 4-foot-long chopsticks.  But here the people are laughing, happy and well-fed because they discovered the joy of putting sumptuous morsels into the mouths of those seated across the table. 

This is a fantastic wealth parable. 

So, today I am asking myself what my life will look like when I'm 100% focused on wealth-building in full trust that it's way easier to have abundant, fertile, creative wealth provide us with the money we need than it is to strive to just make money. 

And this is a question we can ask ourselves as well relate to living beings today:  How can I nurture and increase the wealth that's here?  Connect it to more and juicier sources of sustenance.  Enhance its vitality, joy and mirth?

How can I do that for you?

I have watched this man for 15 years as the sole politician that I know of who boldly, politely, respectfully and adamantly talks to the underlying realities facing the United States as well as the countries that have the misfortune of having to face U.S. governmental bullshit, tyrrany, fraud, misrepresentation, and the sick sycophantic shenanigans of the likes of McCain, Clinton and Obama.

Dig the body language on the General when they call Ron Paul up to speak.  Ron Paul has been speaking the obvious (and thus hidden) truths to an organized crime racket called the U.S. Government for 30 years.  A racket that neither Obama, Clinton nor McCain have ever spoken to with such clarity and courage.  Don't let the latter blow any sunshine up your ass.  Take a look at a dollar chart, listen to my video post on The State of the U.S. by the Numbers
and let's do our damnedest to honor each others' brilliance, to discover it, multiply it, cherish it and CONNECT!

Tomorrow's Slave Day, i.e. Tax Day in the U.S. :  it's proof positive that we are owned by the people who decide how much of the fruits of our labor we may or may not keep, enjoy, they decide what we may or may not do on & with our property, our children, our friends, our plants, your food, our medicine, etc.  They have us tagged, numbered, herded and corraled - Internationally! 

And to change that is gonna take some human beings recovering the sharp glint of Geronimo's gaze and the heartpath that man followed to his grave.  And it's going to take people like Ron Paul, but in your own style, standing up and speaking truth to these bureaucratic order takers they call "the Power."   Let's quit thinking that we can steal someone else's money, power, or fruits of their labor through taxation for our purposes without selling our children into tyrrany. 

COERCION AS A CULTURAL, POLITICAL AND SOCIAL CONSTRUCT MUST END!

The gift I give to my beloved elders is to let them know that they are 100% recognized and qualified TO GET UP TO MISCHIEF!  I remember my teacher Rockman kicking my ass (verbally) once when I called him "Old Man" and he told me that inside people don't get old.  I was 19 at the time in Eugene, Oregon, we were in some store and he pointed out some elderly blue-haired American lady and said to me, "You think that she is old but in her heart of hearts she is still a smokin' 18 year old and her body is betraying her to make you think that she is anything but that.  She is still sexy, playful, curious and full of delight but you are prepared to treat her as if she was made for something different than what you yearn for and delight in."  

 

Rockman was someone you didn't trifle with and when he laid it on the line I knew I'd get at least a face full of Rockman if I crossed it.  It was a lesson that opened up a new appreciation for this dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn journey for me and now, with the shiny Tooth of Time already making itself known experientially within me, I know that I too am still that young 19 year old hunting for medicine, but if you saw me maybe you'd think something different - HAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

Friday night I went over to my friend Papa Teto's house to celebrate his 83rd birthday.  His wrinkled face beautiful with the prominent lines of his Guatemalan Mayan ancestry, Papa Teto is always up for mischief and always gives me toys when I visit him.  I remember when we first got to know each other he gave me a fairly good-sized plastic white horse with  long fiber mane and tail.  It was my birthday but he often gives me little plastic horses , pigs, sheep and other things.  At first I resisted it.  Generally I don't like accumulating things.  I'm happiest with less.  But these toys opened up a doorway to an innocence within that had been walled off for years.  Papa Teto is a medicine for our childishness, for our beautiful, creative, luminous mischief makers.  He painted all of his daughter's saints out in her garden blue and makes beautiful, garish belt buckles and bracelets out of plastic horses cut in two and will offer them to you and you may not know how to receive something garish and raw.  But every time I have a party with my finely-heeled, elegant friends, I always invite Papa Teto (Don Perfecto) to my parties and he is the perfect gentleman, always attentive to the beauties in the room; and the older and more wrinkled the more beautiful and ripe for his gentle flourishes of consummate and discrete attentions. 

 

So I remember my child-like, open, willing-to-love, connect and play heart.  And when I see my elders, aside from paying close attention to their wisdom, I let them know that I recognize them beyond the years - and let them know that I, too, am ready to play with them and that they are welcome. 

 

And this is something that is sometimes sad for me in many parts of the U.S. that I have lived because the parties don't have many old people.  I grew up with many old people in Belgium and their seasoned, musty succulence was a tremendous delight for me in my childhood.  You go to parties here and the gringos "put away" the kids and the elders, as if children and elders weren't capable of having a wild time until 2 or 3 in the morning.  No kids, no elders:  for me that's no party. 

 

My children and elder friends get invited to my parties FIRST! and their mischief, too, is invited and delighted in. 

 

What do you think, feel and experience when you hear the words "Love Medicine"?  I remember stories from my Cheyenne and Lakota friends about "Elk Medicine."  Elk Medicine is the medicine of the super-seducers and if I heard the words "Love Medicine" I might have thought of luminous and mischievious raids and frolics through the upturned undergarments of the universe.

I still do!

But then there's another kind of Love Medicine, one that doctors us from the soft, wet, tender kernel of our inmost being.  I have just tasted this medicine and am very present to its touch, to her touch, to your touch - inside.  And I feel inside of me this invitation existentially, beyond words; a caress, a caring that is true because it is born inside of this Beautiful One and dares to venture wide-eyed, open-hearted, ecstatic and vulnerable to our Original Kernel and Source of Orgasmicity, beyond all of that which we yearn for and back home to that which we've been,

From the Beginning. 

Thank you Carla!  I am profoundly moved by all of your deep, gentle stirring

    and this love and tender orgasmicity that you reawaken...