We were invited to participate in a large Wiccan gathering on the day before Samhain / Halloween this past Saturday night in San Francisco.
While we were handing out flyers by the altar we built (the “water element” – mucho oil and plastic in the display – delightfully creepy), the Wiccans began to go through a guided meditation together.
The words “guided meditation” always make us think of the penguin scene in Fight Club, and who’s really a fan of engaging in the vulnerable act of closing one’s eyes in a large crowd.
Indeed, we’d never been to a Wiccan gathering before (it was really nice and sweet and magical, actually) and we were only there to convey concrete information about how to help the Gulf Coast, because we know that unlike most people out here in the non-Corexited parts of America, the Wiccans still care about the situation and are horrified and want to do something. They love, love, LOVE this planet. But guided meditation?
What are we, xenophobic against Wiccans? Let’s just go with it. Anything we can do to sort out our insides is good for the planet, according to common wisdom. Formless spirituality, after all, isn’t the kind that causes fights.
“Go into the water,” the meditation-guide-lady said. “Push off from the shore and get into the boat. You have started on your journey.” No no no, don’t go into that water, our subconscious said back — it’s poisoned! You’ll get sick! Go straight from the dock onto the boat and wear a kerchief around your mouth if you don’t have a respirator! … don’t even trail your toes or rinse your hands in the water!
“You are now on the water, crossing to the far shore,” she said. “Observe the infinity in front of you.” The infinity of the Gulf Coast, our subconscious replied. Remember that expansive feeling, in the speedboat with the boys, looking for oil and dead pelicans, wishing we’d discovered this magical land sooner, and that we’d brought a respirator…
“Now you’re nearing the far shore,” she said, “through the mists. What do you see? Who is there to greet you? Your ancestors, with loving, open arms?” … No, our subconscious replied, surprised. We had been wishing to see our relatives, especially our father, whose work boots we were wearing.
It’s a bunch of pissed-off-looking birds and dolphins and fish, onshore. Ganged up. Some of them are carrying billy clubs?!? … They’re glaring at us expectantly, like they’ve been waiting. WTF. Everyone else is probably seeing stars and flowers and reuniting joyously with their mighty and beloved Dead. Why does even our subconscious have to be such a Viking all the time?
“What are they saying to you?” she said. “What is the message they’re trying to get across?” … Now we’re going to clear our thoughts, just to make sure this insanity has a mind of its own. Clear away the angry animals, forget Fight Club, and just relax again. … Oh … oh hi, angry animals. We guess you’re not going away. What say you, then?
“Avenge our deaths.”
… and how shall we do that? (We cleared the mental chatter and waited again … The answer came through, one word, unexpected, and clear as a bell.)
What? COMEDY?, our subconscious said. … That … that sounds like a huge relief, actually. Not sure what you mean but we like it. Thanks, infuriated Gulf Coast ex-fauna! [end scene]
Meanwhile, in the outside world, Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert pulled off a national St. Stupid‘s Day Parade of epic proportions, the San Francisco Giants won the World Series, and we unexpectedly and non-violently acquired some riot practice on Mission Street.
On the next day, Election Day of the Dead, we marched in the world-famous Dia de los Muertos parade, in Daddy’s boots. More flyers were handed out, and hopefully some of them made it to sympathetic, action-oriented people who realize THE OIL IS COMING IN WORSE THAN EVER, THE GULF OF MEXICO IS STILL MURDERED, and ACTIVISTS TRYING TO GET THE TRUTH OUT DOWN THERE KEEP GETTING REALLY REALLY SICK. Also, Cajuns HAVE NO FISH TO EAT.
They are sick and hungry and America needs to help them. That’s it, we’re done beating a dead Gulf. We’re going to try to shut up and focus on the Ladies’ Guide to the Apocalypse, and COMEDY. Somehow. Or maybe music. But not ranting, unless it’s FUNNY ranting. Not bitterness, unless it’s FUNNY bitterness. Wisdom is cynicism minus anger. Anger is tiring and useless.
Please take the message out to your communities, though. We’re all getting really discouraged that most people seem to have forgotten about the Gulf Shores, or that it’s too ugly to deal with. It’s ugly, but apathy is uglier, and so is cognitive dissonance, and Mithras — excuse me, Christmas — is a time to BE LIKE JESUS AND GIVE PEOPLE THINGS THEY NEED.
“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” – H. Jackson Browne
As for Election Day of the Dead: It’s no surprise the Tea Party (a.k.a. the Kochtopus Serfs) shook up Congress and solidified our position as the world’s only corporate-oligarchy superpower. If you study Jay Gould, Rockefeller, the robber-barons of the past, the monopoly bust this time last century, and Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, you already know we’re going down.
So let’s make it fun, shall we?
After all, like the Wiccans said this past weekend: There is no end to the circle. There is no end to life. So Happy Samhain, Merry Mithras, and may Goddess help us all.
”I can hire one half of the working class to kill the other half.” – Jay Gould, 19th-century robber-baron
LINKS. swallow hard.
What is going on at West Sirius? (Hint: a new drilling rig at the Macondo site. Technically informative article about things going on out at sea which are VERY F-ING FISHY, no pun intended. Perhaps Matthew Simmons was right?)
”In democracy, we get the government we deserve.” -Alexis deTocqueville
Influence Explorer.com: Organizations (this is an AMAZING site – enter a politician’s name and up pops all their corporate sponsors)
(pause for a breather; sing along. shhh it’s okay, shhh)
“Competition is a sin.” -J.D. Rockefeller
The Consumerist: Post-spill, Gulf Coast residents vomit brown, bleed from ears (this writer personally had brown stuff coming out of her ears)
“In a Republican district I was a Republican. In a Democratic district, I was a Democrat. But I was always for Erie.”
-Jay Gould, 1870s robber-baron / controller of the wildly corrupt Erie Railroad
Lower Mississippi Riverkeeper: Evaluation of the results of whole blood volatile solvents testing (i.e. yes everyone down there is being poisoned)
YouTube: Make big oil pay – Rev. Kenneth Davis (this is how the oil-refinery town of Richmond, CA does it)
“Machiavelli said…. have enemies who fear you more than you fear them, and you will be safer. He also said one can buy off the blinded populace by doing seeming good deeds with much public fanfare. He also said that befriending the most hostile of one’s own kingdom and provisioning them, will give a king an able army to defend the king if attacked.” – Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
FOSL: 7-year-old “covered in blood,” mother with rashes over “entire body” — tests found elevated hexane, xylene, octane, methane from nearby gas well (not Deepwater, just related, as in the Earth is exploding and pipes are corroding everywhere)
LA Personal Injury Lawyer Blog: Limited details emerge from Chalmette refinery death, chemical leak (i.e., 2 serious chemical incidents this summer having nothing to do with the BP oil gusher all around them)
Gulf shrimp lab testing — digestive tracts — test results (answer: 193 parts per million of oil and grease)
UK Reuters: Toxic chemicals found deep at BP oil spill site (the last paragraph = lol)
YouTube: Nighttime sand washer operations in Grand Isle (smells terrible apparently; has made many people and animals sicker; as stated, two of Dean the Shrimp King’s family dogs jumped into the surf last week and both died that night of liver failure)
NOLA.com: Firm that certified safety of BP oil rig in Gulf of Mexico to do blowout preventer autopsy (GAAAAHrrrrRRRRRRrrrr. Grr.)
YouTube: The Fix — Robert Redford reflects on the oil disaster (p.s. make it a point to watch young Redford’s ’70s oil-crisis movie “Three Days of Condor”)
“There is something behind the throne greater than the king himself.” -Sir William Pitt, House of Lords, 1770
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