These photographs are from a Tokyo inner city meditative garden. I purposely placed the beauty of nature against the background of Japan’s finest building technology and engineering. Our technology will always be with us, yet, so too must our appreciation for the infinite gifts of Nature, that Mother Earth provides for our existence. Without respect, care, and love for Nature, what an empty existence life becomes, as our technology and corrupted politics and toxic elements of our Christian religion attempts to become our only truth.

The Master Gardener knows which seeds to plant, how to nurture healthy growth, and when to prune those wayward and rotting branches. So too must the earnest seekers of life’s most sacred, precious gift plant new seeds for thoughts and attitudes, nurture their growth, and prune their own hatèful or indifferent attitudes until only Love remains

We might consider working more frequently on our own “tree of life”, lest we grow in uncontrolled, ignorant, and even evil dimensions and directions outside of our heart’s healthiest intentions.

Would our healed hearts really support the agenda of Donald Trump, who is this millennium’s version of the anti-Christ? His anti-environment agenda alone should be enough to give any rational, earth respecting human being cause for greatest concern.

Listen closely, for the noise from most of our ideologies, which are engineered from the ancient technologies of hate and indifference from unhealed pasts may deafen us to the sounds of the Sacred Now, where the truth eternally resides.

Come election time, we have some serious pruning to do, America, before Trump rot destroys our national tree of life.

Please, let us save our self, honor our true nature, and save our world.

Let’s prune that Trump tree down to a stump, cut off and dispose of that rotten Steve Miller and Sarah Huckabee branches, then put love’s holy stump grinder to work, returning Trump and company to the “bark” dust they always were.

Categories: Musings

Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.