Primal Faith Foundation

These fish and I bite our thumbs at you.

Here is the article if you wish to read it.

http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/05/nine-fish-with-hands-discovered-almost-extinct-handfish.php

Here is a list of things that life is too short to tolerate.

Bad Beer

Back stabbers

cold showers

regrets

not taking risks

meaningless relationships

bland food

bland people

not kissing

slow cars

harsh drugs

dogma

and lastly

Bad beer.

  Many pagans in my experience left their previous religion because they feel disconnected by the lack of a true female figure. They sought balance, a more natural system of faith that did not forget that females are important to every aspect of life. But some of these same people have forgotten the male aspect.  

A certain “Spokesperson” for paganism, we’ll call her “Giant-celestial-gas ball-bird-of-prey” had a featured rant on “Social Justice”. The piece was well written and made fine points any decent pagan should be able to stand behind… but something just kept sticking in my mind as “off” when I read it. She only ever mentions the Goddess. 

That got me thinking. 

I have seen the same activity in many pagans and I am not sure of why this happens. Is this over compensation for the male saturation that has occurred from the Abrahamic faiths? Is it forgetfulness? Or is it as I suspect a malicious act? 

Do these people feel bullied to the point of passively attacking the intangible aspect of gender in a transiedental being?  

The group of guys that I was introduced to Paganism by were very balanced as far as this aspect goes. They acknowledged evenly the God and Goddess. Aware that the world just does not function if either side was left out. Our rituals always included both; our day to day lives reflected it.  So the people who only acknowledge one or the other, or emphasize one as if better than the other, are they Paganisms Right-Wingers? Is Ms. “Giant-celestial-gas ball-bird-of-prey” the Wiccan Rush Limbaugh or perhaps the Glenn Beck of the old ways? I would like to think that it is just forgetfulness, but then again I would also like to think that feminism was still about equal rights and not about militant lesbians using an antiquated platform to attack the “Pig-Man Oppressors”.

Let me know what you think. You can post here or e-mail to MimirsWell@insightbb.com

Having read many complaints today about the “Pork” found in the new health care reform bill I am at once disgusted and inspired. Follow me here okay?

Disgusted: I am truly enraged by the people who cheered on George Walker Bush while he raped our country of it’s resources, rights and soul. I am more disgusted by those who gave silent consent to his heinous actions by saying nothing. I am furious that these same people are scouring the new Health Care Reform Bill and picking apart it’s “pork” to tare it apart because they are afraid of it due to a group of knuckle heads who said things like “the government is going to abort any baby from women who already have a child.”

Lets look at that shall we? Why would the government cut off it’s source of tax payers and why would the government put that kind of money into it. Honestly the business of government like any business is to MAKE money not destroy it’s income. To all those who have started picking apart the new Health care reform bill; Where were all you Dick Tracy’s when Bush sent us to war over imaginary WMD’s? Where were you when he signed a bill that allowed Haliburton to gain Rebuild contracts in Iraq with out bidding? It’s Pork you all know it and it’s nothing new.

These same people swallowed the lie of WMD’s in Iraq and the Haliburton contract scandal and think nothing of it.

But the sad fact is that our government has been hi-jacked by a cancer, a blight on society. It is not some foreign party of mysterious mustache twisting villains it is the lobbyists. And we pay them to do it.

The problem is called Pork and every bill is full of it, that is the unfortunate side effect of our government. People can be bought into supporting a bill they know nothing about if you give them something in it. Kind of like Ed Wood changing his movies to make his investors happy.

Inspired: And this my friends is where the inspiration fits in. I think that like the late great Mr. Wood we take control of our “movie set” away from the bankers and christian fundies who are ruining our “movie”. It is time we turned down their dirty money and showed up on set in a pink angora sweater and take back our “set” if you catch my drift.

Lose the lobbies and add more watch dogs!

Bark bark

Gothi Michael Jason Lush D.D.

The Sprinklers Don’t Know It’s Raining.

A word on faith and fate by Gothi Michael Jason Lush D.D.

If you were responsible for watering the lawn, you would look out of your window and see the clouds building in the sky and you would kick off your yard working shoes. You would do nothing.

The sprinklers can not see the clouds nor can they hear the rumble of thunder. Even as the deluge pours down; the little plastic spickets pop up and do their assigned duty. Spinning in tiny one hundred and eighty degree arcs spitting into the ocean. They do what they are supposed to do, without knowledge of usefulness or futility.

There are poor Casandra like creatures who know that it is raining, but yet they are expected to do what they are supposed to do. And they need to. The world could not function as we know it if all the little sprinklers knew about the rain.

Each person needs to do their jobs regardless of the rain.

Most people can not see the influences that wash around them and compel them to action, so they continue to do what they are supposed to do, even when they don’t, their rebellion is what they are driven to do by the world around them.

The timer winds down. The hose fills with water. The heads pop up and spits a spray of water onto the already saturated lawn.

If a normal man knew the vastness of existence and knew that his ripple would be imperceptible in the fullness of time, the history of our planet and all the accomplishments of man can not prevent the inevitable… he would be stunned with the soul shattering heart break of his own insignificance. Now imagine you are one of those poor mortals who knows how it all ends. Not something you read in a book or sussed out with your friends in some hypothetical over coffee, but know really know down in the pit of your being. Imagine the effort it would take to go on with day to day life and how hard it would be to enjoy anything.

Trust that you are where you need to be, know that if you pop up and fruitlessly carry on with the task of watering the lawn. Have faith that when you rave on to your loved ones about the rain and they make their tiny little pivots anyway; you are both doing what has to be done.

Fish need to swim.

Dogs will hunt.

Humans will feel like they are important.

And sprinklers will sprinkle.

As it turns out the shortest month did leave me short on time. I had a very busy month and I neglected my site, but I have decided to add this catagory which will just be a random blog and my Life Lessons writing. I am also adding a reading list, which will only cover this year and on.

Enjoy.

Veterans Day.

There are eleven nations that have a November observance for their veterans. In 1919 President Woodrow Wilson declared Armistice day in the US to celebrate the veterans of WWI. In 1953 Al King a patriot and the father of a WWII vet began a movement to have President Wilson’s Armistice day expanded to encompass vets from all conflicts and in 1954 President Eisenhower signed that motion into law.

During the Vietnam war; a nation full of spoiled brats made the return of the remaining warriors to their homes a miserable event. Scorned and mistreated, many of these soldiers who were so shaken, or wounded by the experience that they could no longer function bravely turned the other cheek to the slings and arrows of the unwashed hippie masses that blamed the soldiers for the war. We no longer live in that era, our people are supportive of our warriors and the voices of the tiny people who are too small minded to see past their own views to reach out to the soldiers in a welcoming way are drowned out by the rest of us. I do not agree with our current wars, why they are fought or the old men that seek to profit from it but I support the men and women who choose to serve. I would stand against a thousand of these ignorant beasts that seek to make the lives of our heroes worse by being hateful toward them.

Now we have a better understanding of PTSD and the ways it can destroy the lives of those who suffer from it. We understand the social needs of returning vets. We understand the way to make home a better place for them, we understand a lot of things but we who have never been there will never understand the pain of being away from home with no guarantee of returning to our families and the little things of home that are so simple and yet so missed when they aren’t available. A hot bath, clean clothes, a cold beer, paved streets and grass. More so we will not understand the feeling of brotherhood that comes from depending on each other for safety and companionship. Hopefully you will not know the feeling of losing some one like that in your life. We understand a lot of things but we will not unless we have been there and thanks to our warriors we never will.

Every society worth anything has revered it’s warriors. The war cults of prehistory all the way up to today.

With all that said let me spell out my reverence.

Thank you warriors for all you have quietly suffered in the name of doing what is right for those who can not do it themselves.

Soldier is a title that is beyond gender, age, race or faith. A soldier is the errant child of their people who does the task that many can not. Husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters the caretakers of your tribe. Be that tribe a handful of people in a remote village or a sprawling powerful nation. You give us more than we deserve. I thank you all from the deepest part of my soul.

Come home safe and live a life of honor.

Hail to all of our Warriors.

My meager words can never match the swell of pride I feel when I talk about my soldiers. My nephew Robert Lush, my cousin Roger Sallee, my friends Aaron Weyburn, Lukas Woods, Wes Barbour, Robert Fincher, Melanie Hale and Nick Eason but I hope they know.

Gothi Michael Jason Lush D.D.