Who Would Want Such an Ending? Why Not a Hero’s Tale? Apocalyptic Wake-Up Call, Part 5 of 7
Who Would Want Such an Ending? Why Not a Hero’s Tale? Apocalyptic Wake-Up Call, Part 5 of 7
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"Don't mind me, folks. Just thought I'd try taking my head out of the sand for a while and see if anything new is going on. 'Let ya know if anything's up."
Writer, independent scholar, primal therapist, breathwork facilitator, & political activist. Expertise: fields of Pre- and Perinatal Psychology; Primal Psychology; Humanistic Psychology; Cross-cultural Religious Practices & Rituals; Great World Religions & Theologies; Spirituality; Altered States of Consciousness Research; Asian, especially Indian Religious Philosophy and Culture; Politics; Sixties Politics, Culture, Movements, and People. Journeyman scholar: fields of Economics, Anthropology, Psychological Anthropology: Environmental Studies.
Things I’m proud of: Being one of the group of people who worked to bring nuclear power to a halt, in Springfield, Oregon, early 80s, and succeeded. My reasons: the apocalyptic dangers of nuclear energy. My part: going door-to-door every night for a few years in Springfield and towns up and down the Willamette Valley educating people about the dangers of nuclear and the financial scandal of the WPPPS plants. How it was done: Enough grass roots pressure was brought to bear. The organization I worked for, Oregon Fair Share, discovered Springfield law that stipulated that its citizens could not be indebted/taxed over a certain % without a vote of the people; there had been no vote; the costs overruns of WPPS would have led to indebtedness of approx. $8,000 per household throughout the Northwest – just to “mothball” the plants. This led to a lawsuit. Current US Congressmen Representative Peter deFazio became involved and helped in the lawsuit, which was taken on, pro bono, by an attorney, whose name I’ve forgotten. We won, creating the largest bond default in U.S. history. Other municipalities followed suit. Nuclear power was shown up to be the financial gravy train for investors and the financial ripoff for consumers that it is. No applications to build a plant were filed after that.
Other things I’m proud of: all of my writings; any way I’ve helped clients in therapy; any way I’ve helped students when I taught at the university; my websites and blogs, the fact that I was a hippie and a young radical and antiwar activist in the Sixties; the fact that I lived during the incredible Sixties and got to experience and get bitten by the idealism and global visionary bug, which I hold fast, to the this day; and the fact that I was the perfect age to understand and experience it – in my late teens and early twenties; the fact that I had the sense and courage to do thorough primal therapy in Denver during the years 1975-1980; my wife, Mary Lynn, my stepson, Peter, my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews, in particular, still growing up, Timothy; and especially my Godchildren, JoAnn, Tyler, and still growing up, eleven year old, smart, athletic, and amazingly for her age, sensitive and loving, Elizabeth.
I’m also proud of my ability to be silly as hell without caring, to be madcap, to make people laugh, to be rational, to wake people up, to be comedic, to be able to write more wisely than I have any realization of knowing, to notice the person left out in a group and to include that person, to care about the suffering of people I don’t know, as well as those I do, and to feel their pain, to care about the plight of our planetmates, the other beings on this planet who don’t have to resort to rarely effective language in order to communicate, to be able to forgive, to be tolerant, to be non-judgmental about what people do that doesn’t effect others, and to be able to be on any person’s level – from child to working stiff to university prof to corporate cog – and to hear, understand, and share with them in their language.
The most fun I’ve had: playing with nephew, Timothy, and Goddaughter, Elizabeth, and being in their world and playing with them and sharing with them my ability to make up wild outlandish fantasies of reality that we’d laugh and play around with, at the same time giving them the support, love, role model, advice, and acceptance of the adult I am; also the “work” I did with the developmentally delayed and emotionally disturbed, where I found that they had more ability to share in laughter and to be funny and clever, and to be loving, than most “normal” people – child or adult.
Another thing I’m proud of: Learning through the work above that everyone, no matter their level of intelligence or their emotional problems, are beautiful sparks of divinity with bits of genius, and certainly unique wonderful qualities, that make them delightful to be with.
My main mission in life: Searching for truth in world of Lies, Liars; wanting to help as we kill the planet, all of us, all our children, grandchildren, and all the planetmates, all the beings, of which God made millions of species, who have lived and had a home on this planet until only lately, the planet-killing half-borns, the species, Homo Sapiens, evolved, to the extreme detriment of the millions of other planetmates.
Damn good example of why you should get references, ALWAYS, before allowing anyone to move in.
