At the San diego airport.August 17th 2006, Gate 13 and 14. US Army troops are going through luggage.
We are the threat. We are suspect of being terrorists until proven otherwise every time we take a flight. We identified as the enemy.
How did this happen?
Who let the Constitution be ignored?
Who is the enemy of the people?
Who distrusts a child and grandparents to make them strip, to watch our troops make passes at a woman in front of her husband, who is mean to a grandmother because she is fumbling with her heavy bag, who make rude and off color remarks at the dark skinned and or different?
We have a national shame and it is not you and me.
Madness is the behavior of a powerless bully acting out.

Waking up. When we wake up in the morning are we really awake or are we waking up in a dream. Waking up in a waking dream?
Waking up; really waking up is not getting coffee in the morning and then listening to entertainment that is passed off to us by the media as "news". Waking up is moving out of the fog of half truths and manipulated facts.
It means looking out of the smoke and looking behind the mirrors.
Who makes smoke? Who hides behind the mirrors?
Big business, Government, and media make smoke and mirrors.
For what reason?
If we are asleep then we are more able to be manipulated, more confused and will to accept half truths and fuzzyscience. More able to believe false conclusions and false science. We quote these alleged sources with authority further making more smoke, more dreams, more false images.
smoke and mirrors are to hide the truth.
Hiding the truth for power and money.
Hiding the truth that could heal a sick child, save a life or cure.
Who is hiding the truth?
How is it done?
Is it by diverting our attention from what is really happening? Is it by changing the name of evil?
What is your truth

Like Jacob Marely in A Christmass Story, we place chains around us and forge the links of the chain with lies.
Lies are when we don't tell the truth. Simple. If you feel lousy and someone says "How are you"? You say lousy and move on. If you say fine when you are not, you are giving false information; AKA a lie!

Does it mean we volunteer the truth? No. If a painting is ugly to us do we say it is ugly? Well to US, maybe not to others. Truth is when we speak for ourselves. Truth is freedom for others to speak what they feel.
If you call, someone who doesn't agree with you an "anarchist" or a "communist" or "Rebel" or a "insurgent" you are using word games to suppress the Freedom of Speech. To suppress freedom of speech is Unamerican and is what Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Franco, Pol Pot, Jim Jones, and every despot has done or tried to do to us humans and Americans won't stand for it.
Lies hide the truth. The truth is the right of all of us and without it we can be manifpulated, killed, enslaved, raped, cheated. sodomized and stripped of our dignity.
Freedom is truth and there cannot be true freedom without it.
Living lies and getting people to believe them is work of Sociopaths.
Sociopaths call a Mother's 18 year son murdered in Iraq an Acceptable Loss.
Freedom is truth. Truth means no hiding, means no shame, truth means honor and accountability. Truth shatters the chain of shame and fear that bind our soul.
Only a Sociopath would lie and believe it. Only a sociopath would feel a thrill when so many people believe a lie.

Sitting down to dinner. Sitting down with friends and family. Sitting and sharing a meal together. Sharing food and talking. It has been known as a moveable feast. It transports us to a place of feeding body and soul.
A friend wanted to leave the table and watch television. They were told by family no television here. So back to the table.
The talk was lively with rich humor, news of friends and family, remembered stories and events of the day. We shared watermellon and talked some more. We never left the table. The round table in the kitchen.
It became late quickly and as people began to leave the friend who had wanted to watch television asked.
"Can we do this again?"

As a child how we see thunder is given to us by those we look up to, to our guides. If we see our guide run from the thunder; as children we run. If we see fear, we learn to feel fearful.
When in the desert standing upon parched soil we hear thunder, promise fills our hearts. Our guide is filled with promise and smiles at the thunder. We smile too. The thunder becomes the song of promise and of a blessing in the coming. The blessing rain.
In the high country, far from the desert, thunder tells us to seek shelter, to move safely till the storm that comes, passes.
Where are you?
Is the thunder gentle or does it tell you to run for shelter?
What thunder in your life tells of promise?
What thunder in your life tells you to seek shelter?