on September 23, 2013
Spoken about when my path first chanced upon 'magical folk/girls', is that one group is aware of the other but the reverse is not true. The same is true towards the evil 0ne Percent. Through the use of wars, monetary stress, alcohol, cigarettes, and chemicals induced into the human gene pool and food chain, the 0ne Percent has become empowered over, and induced suffering on those of the 99%.
Eerily like The Matrix we are a 'cancer on the planet spreading' despite all their crap of the ages. With the erection in the 80s of the Georgia Guidestones off Route 77, Hartwell Highway, the stated purpose for the 99% has been literally carved in stone: utter extinction so the 0ne Percent gain all the piles of money. In the physical world it is the run-up to war in the Middle East and the disappearance of the middle class worldwide.
During the days of occupying around city hall park in LA the general feeling among the people there was that the Occupy Movement is Mankind's last wake-up call to the runaway greed/corruption that is actually making the world unsustainable for human life. Though most Occupy campers that I talked to weren't religious in the sense of seeing the world as 'good vs. evil' or even Christian, a number were baptized Catholic and saw the fight against using marijuana and industrial hemp as an evil philosophy based on money.
Religious thought is what brings a personalized metaphysical intent into the picture rather than just the mechanization/globalization vs. spirituality sentiment. The uniting factor, the bridge between the two sides of the same metaphysical coin, is, of course, the female side of cannabis, Mary Jane Green, found in both worlds, religious and spiritual, aka magic and religion respectively, because religion is organized ritual social magic.
Being one of the few professing Christians but not the only Presbyterian that was staying in camp, news of cannabis [kannabosm] being in the bible put me in good stead at every political circle I entered. The atmosphere of OLA took me back to the days of my political ad time in Indianapolis with one big exception. The people involved in Occupy LA weren't there as naiveté college students, future politicians, or trying to get a contact for the government world of contract business.
Occupy Los Angeles people that I met were from many social backgrounds but all were politically savvy and keenly aware of the banker/ MIC caused economic downturn. To see the scenic view, watch the two documentaries, Charlie Ferguson's Inside Job, and Michael Moore's Capitalism: A Love Story.
The common thread among all the types of folks at OLA, even the handicapped, was a fondness for Mary Jane, marijuana. What set you apart from the 'stoners' was a knowledge of the plant and of pot. My Christian input always put me at the Captain's Table and my strange adventures, some of which have been included in Memoirs, made anyone who also had a little weird something going on, comfortable. Truthfully though, I didn't meet anywhere close to even an eighth of the people who camped at Occupy LA.
I told all my friends that Occupy LA was like a gypsy circus, both thrilling and scary. But in truth, even after all the skid row homeless people joined the protest movement camp-in, sleeping outdoors there in the park was never scary. It was just an alternate reality. You could feel the air change inside the campsite where under a dense canopy of very ancient trees even the tall skyscrapers of LA's downtown landscape were blotted out. Tents dotted the lawn as people were always in motion, in groups, couples, while at the center in front of the south side entrance stairs stood a historic grand fountain, later covered by a blank plywood box that the mayor's office offered up for decorating with graffiti art/ tagging like we were all delinquents in juvee.
Within a day I saw the box side facing the stairs get covered with black paint. By sundown the next day a complete full color mural depicting the central theme of Occupy Wall Street, the Occupy birthplace, and a signature tribute to Scott Olsen, the Iraq War vet/protester who was shot in the head with a teargas canister at Occupy Oakland, adorned the entire wall face. It was a stunning centerpiece for the forested city village which had the feel of a renaissance faire sans the vendors and games. - end part 11
Eerily like The Matrix we are a 'cancer on the planet spreading' despite all their crap of the ages. With the erection in the 80s of the Georgia Guidestones off Route 77, Hartwell Highway, the stated purpose for the 99% has been literally carved in stone: utter extinction so the 0ne Percent gain all the piles of money. In the physical world it is the run-up to war in the Middle East and the disappearance of the middle class worldwide.
During the days of occupying around city hall park in LA the general feeling among the people there was that the Occupy Movement is Mankind's last wake-up call to the runaway greed/corruption that is actually making the world unsustainable for human life. Though most Occupy campers that I talked to weren't religious in the sense of seeing the world as 'good vs. evil' or even Christian, a number were baptized Catholic and saw the fight against using marijuana and industrial hemp as an evil philosophy based on money.
Religious thought is what brings a personalized metaphysical intent into the picture rather than just the mechanization/globalization vs. spirituality sentiment. The uniting factor, the bridge between the two sides of the same metaphysical coin, is, of course, the female side of cannabis, Mary Jane Green, found in both worlds, religious and spiritual, aka magic and religion respectively, because religion is organized ritual social magic.
Being one of the few professing Christians but not the only Presbyterian that was staying in camp, news of cannabis [kannabosm] being in the bible put me in good stead at every political circle I entered. The atmosphere of OLA took me back to the days of my political ad time in Indianapolis with one big exception. The people involved in Occupy LA weren't there as naiveté college students, future politicians, or trying to get a contact for the government world of contract business.
Occupy Los Angeles people that I met were from many social backgrounds but all were politically savvy and keenly aware of the banker/ MIC caused economic downturn. To see the scenic view, watch the two documentaries, Charlie Ferguson's Inside Job, and Michael Moore's Capitalism: A Love Story.
The common thread among all the types of folks at OLA, even the handicapped, was a fondness for Mary Jane, marijuana. What set you apart from the 'stoners' was a knowledge of the plant and of pot. My Christian input always put me at the Captain's Table and my strange adventures, some of which have been included in Memoirs, made anyone who also had a little weird something going on, comfortable. Truthfully though, I didn't meet anywhere close to even an eighth of the people who camped at Occupy LA.
I told all my friends that Occupy LA was like a gypsy circus, both thrilling and scary. But in truth, even after all the skid row homeless people joined the protest movement camp-in, sleeping outdoors there in the park was never scary. It was just an alternate reality. You could feel the air change inside the campsite where under a dense canopy of very ancient trees even the tall skyscrapers of LA's downtown landscape were blotted out. Tents dotted the lawn as people were always in motion, in groups, couples, while at the center in front of the south side entrance stairs stood a historic grand fountain, later covered by a blank plywood box that the mayor's office offered up for decorating with graffiti art/ tagging like we were all delinquents in juvee.
Within a day I saw the box side facing the stairs get covered with black paint. By sundown the next day a complete full color mural depicting the central theme of Occupy Wall Street, the Occupy birthplace, and a signature tribute to Scott Olsen, the Iraq War vet/protester who was shot in the head with a teargas canister at Occupy Oakland, adorned the entire wall face. It was a stunning centerpiece for the forested city village which had the feel of a renaissance faire sans the vendors and games. - end part 11
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