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The End Times are a New Beginning

I use the Christian wording as many believe this is the End.  it is not.

My poem is below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA7fWwLJl4w

 

THE END TIMES ARE SYMBOLIC OF A NEW BEGINNING


The earth from space is breathless magnificence,

The third planet from the sun,

Is a library with infinite records,

Sifted through archaeological digs,

Carbon dating,

Papyrus leaves,

Inscriptions, encodings, etchings,

As the past tells a story of the future,

The question is are you listening to his story or her story?

For as the ice caps melt they are poles apart.

 

Life is a harmonic blueprint we did not design,

Humility worshipped magnificence beyond comprehension,

As all needs were supplied like clock work,

As the earth rotates around the sun,

It appears the sun rotates around the earth,

As night follows day,

The earth faces the sun or turns away,

What holds us on the earth is a gravitational pull that we take for granted,

As it has always been this way,

Yet the earth is a moving body alive circling and cycling as part of cosmic events,

We call the 12 phases of the moon one year,

Yet it is the sun blocked by the earth in phase as the moon rotates in 24 of what is called hours,

All arbitrary numbers to map what we see and then believe,

To make sense of our universe without knowing the sphere,

For it appears we are at the centre point.

 

To travel beyond the speed of light away from the earth,

To move beyond space and time,

Could we arrive before we start?

If we were to return before we start,

What world would we create given what we know?

 

We remember his story of conquest, murder and control

Historically recorded as victories,

We remember her story of community, life bearing and surrender,

Historically left unrecorded as night follows day,

For what is taken for granted is not a role but nurturing the nature of future generations,

This is given.

 

We look upon our planet from a great distance and we see those into control,

The puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes,

Never seen or heard as secrecy is the silent weapon of this war,

Those re-writing the news, investing in instruments of war, never sleeping,

This is the cap stone,

For they are left unchallenged as money is God and artificial intelligence knows not truth,

For those Godless have no power to determine their destiny as unconsciousness living the lie,

For to lie to ONEself is the highest betrayal,

The all seeing eye is consciousness awakening to love,

Placing a cap on trade as true abundance is balance not greed,

Greed is the genetically modified seed of humanity’s destruction.

 

Slavery begins when we believe in powerlessness,

Abuse shows when we believe we have no say,

Violence grows where hope used to believe

as we force others to change in our image,

For we have not known the wisdom of the dream,

The silent peace of surrender,

The silent prayer of acceptance,

That accepts night follows day aware that the truth is the earth revolves around the sun,

For those who know are not in control of the moment they simply surrender to it,

For they know not what will come as they do not need to know,

For how can one control what is out of control as it always flows to the source,

Life is not on a need to know basis as information comes at the right moment,

Just as water turns into wine as the elixir of life is both the highs and the lows,

To align the planets is to realise the precision of the equinoxes as homeostasis,

As real power has no control only allowance of nature returning to the still point,

For nature is the real spectrum without dominance where all is done beyond space and time,

As the sum of the parts in-forms the whole,

The whole is the sum of the parts,

For there is nothing apart in unity,

Unity is a simple recognition that there is no separation in the universe,

As all are ONE no matter the primitive beliefs of the few puppets acting as masters,

For it is not possible to control the full spectrum,

As this is the rainbow bridge,

It is not possible to buy up all spectrum,

As how can one own the colours that inform the light,

For you cannot own what is natural for how can you own your hand or leg?

Ownership was always about the control by those who do not know

themselves.

 

To know thyself are the words remembered when one returns before they arrive,

These words are carved into deep library walls entombing silence,

For silent wars fight against universal wisdom that silently encodes survival as a blue-print,

As the blue planet is not at war with itself as echo systems are feedback loops,

For it is not survival of the fittest that wins,

it is the evolution of those who love without condition,

for this is unconditional love allowing change without resistance,

Evol-u-it-on reversed is no-it-u-love.

 

For the purpose of the journey is to come home not to leave the planet,

For Planet X is XX not XY, as X marks the spot at this cross road,

It is to rebalance the Y with X as a decision for equality as this is homeostasis or balance naturally aligning with life,

It is to kiss and make up surrendering to love not war,

As those at war know not love,

Rome was never built in a day yet empires always fall,

And the path to Jerusalem is to remember the teachings on the Mount,

Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall know God,

Jerusalem is not a place it is the symbol of a birth,

Birthing love as the true saviour of our world.

 

For no-one is chosen ONE simply chooses to love under all conditions,

This is to choose love and love is God,

There are no favourites, no superior or inferior only the one family learning to love,

For you know not what you do when you separate a unified field of sunflowers,

There is no them or us only us in this game of hide and seek,

There is no enemy only potential friends,

Did one not say ‘love is the answer’ yet so many forget this simple precept,

It is not a concept but love in action that includes every ONE as part of the self made whole,

It matters not the colour, class, creed or greed – all reflects diversity as unity,

For this is the true message that came down through the annals of time,

But did you hear the message preached by so many so long ago?

There is nothing to fear but fear itself,

FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real.

 

The greatest power is in gentle compassion,

Be like little children look at life with innocence,

Be quick to forgive, let go of control and enjoy the moment as it is,

For clowns remember the child within laughing and playing,

For life is not a serious business it is enlightenment when you lighten up,

Yet can you find the light in the dark I venture?

Can you let go of control and find inner peace?

For this is the light seeking you,

And you are seeking the light,

Yet it cannot be found in things, in power, in control or war,

It is found in silence when the wars have stopped,

For one can stand on a hill and recite great parables,

Endlessly repeated in stories but not realised,

For until you leave the palace of security you cannot find real peace in uncertainty,

For you must venture past the walls of your own making into the forest of vulnerability,

You must cross the rainbow bridge to meet with the people on the other side,

For you cannot unify the realm until you live the same as all others,

For until you walk in the shoes of another you cannot know their plight,

It is said the meek that inherit the earth,

The meek are without ego or agenda as they are over 21.

 

You can surveil, gather data and reach for full spectrum dominance,

But peace will never be found in the instruments of control,

So consider the Lillies of the field they neither toil nor spin,

They are just being themselves as night follows day.

 

This is the clarion call to those who are listening for truth not proof or evidence,

Consider this a reminder to re-member your humanity,

Contemplate this as an invitation to be the change you wish to see in the world,

For if not you then who? If not now then when?

For what you do to another returns to the self,

As night follows day or day follows night,

For you cannot fight nature and you can never win,

For life is not a battle ground but a field of infinite possibilities,

As our life is to open to the enlightenment of nature,

Nature spins but never toils as the soils are alluvial gold,

The real gold is not in money but in the realisation that you cannot eat gold,

For nature is sustainability as homeostasis recalibrating as the greatest disruption,

As the central sun is the sundial and the inner wheel,

As you did not create the uni-verse the one song created you,

For until you sing the one song in harmony

you will not recognise the real word in the uni-verse,

So as I sing this song to you I re-member the verse as ONE word:

 

Who AM I?

I AM that which I AM,

I am you,

You are me,

Can you see eternity in the blade of grass?

Can you feel unity in the whispering wind?

Can you know life as the gift of grace?

For s/he is we created in equality,

Growing together in a Garden of Eden,

For to know the Garden is to honour each variety,

To Judge not as good or bad but a given,

For heaven is in love,

And love is life,

In peace.

For peace is the ONE word

re-membering life as God or

God as life.

 

I send you peace and love,

As this is the ONE religion that unifies all worlds

beyond space and time.

 

 

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What if the problem of poverty is profits for other people

The transformation of social welfare into a market based economy requires that companies make profits out of poverty. When government provides for welfare there is no need to mark up prices as it is at cost, when the market enters this sphere then they have to make it profitable. The focus is on self interest not compassion, this is the reason problems and inequities arise. Moreover, the article raises the issue of eviction and I note the inability to make it to court.  The criminalisation of the poor is noteworthy as structural violence ensures discrimination on the basis of income and increasing social distress.

The irony is they make money whilst the poor barely survive.  Does this create balance and social harmony?

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/apr/07/evicted-poverty-and-profit-in-the-american-city-matthew-desmond-review?CMP=share_btn_link

Evicted by Matthew Desmond review – what if the problem of poverty is that it’s profitable to other people?

 

‘There is an enormous amount of pain and poverty in this rich land,’ argues American sociologist Desmond in this brilliant book about housing and the lives of eight families in Milwaukee

A mother and child sitting in front of their house selling some of their goods to make ends meet.
 A woman sells some of her goods to make ends meet, Milwaukee. Photograph: Matthieu Paley/Corbis

What if the dominant discourse on poverty is just wrong? What if the problem isn’t that poor people have bad morals – that they’re lazy and impulsive and irresponsible and have no family values – or that they lack the skills and smarts to fit in with our shiny 21st-century economy? What if the problem is that poverty is profitable? These are the questions at the heart of Evicted, Matthew Desmond’s extraordinary ethnographic study of tenants in low-income housing in the deindustrialised middle-sized city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

You might not think that there is a lot of money to be extracted from a dilapidated trailer park or a black neighbourhood of “sagging duplexes, fading murals, 24-hour daycares”. But you would be wrong. Tobin Charney makes $400,000 a year out of his 131 trailers, some of which are little better than hovels. Sherrena Tarver, a former schoolteacher who is one of the only black female landlords in the city, makes enough in rents on her numerous properties – some presentable, others squalid – to holiday in Jamaica and attend conferences on real estate.

Desmond follows the intertwined fortunes of eight families and a host of minor characters. Arleen Belle and Doreen Hinkston are black mothers clinging to the edge of low-wage employment; Crystal and Trisha are fragile young black women whose upbringing was violent and chaotic; Lamar is a genial black father of two who lost both his legs to frostbite when he passed out on crack in an abandoned house; Scott is a white male nurse who lost his licence when he stole opioids from his patients; Larraine, also white, is a slightly brain-damaged sweet soul. It is sometimes a little hard to keep up with the storylines as they weave in and out of the text, but no matter. What is important is that Desmond takes people who are usually seen as worthless – there is even a trailer-dweller nicknamed Heroin Susie – and shows us their full humanity, how hard they struggle to retain their dignity, humour and kindness in conditions that continually drag them down.

The main condition holding them back, Desmond argues, is rent. The standard measure is that your rent should be no more than 30% of your income, but for poor people it can be 70% or more. After he paid Sherrena his $550 rent out of his welfare cheque, Lamar had only $2.19 a day for the month. When he is forced to repay a welfare cheque he has been sent in error and falls behind on rent, he sells his food stamps for half their face value and volunteers to paint an upstairs apartment, but it is not enough. People such as Lamar live in chronic debt to their landlord, who can therefore oust them easily whenever it is convenient – if they demand repairs, for example, like Doreen, or if a better tenant comes along. Sherrena liked renting to the clients of a for-profit agency that handles – for a fee – the finances of people on disability payments who can’t manage on their own. Money from government programmes intended to help the poor – welfare, disability benefits, the earned-income tax credit – go straight into the landlord’s pocket and, ironically, fuel rising housing costs. Public housing and housing vouchers are scarce. Three in four who qualify for housing assistance get nothing.

Even in the Great Depression, evictions used to be rare. Now, each year, hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of renters are put out on the street. Even a paid-up tenant can be easily evicted. Arleen loses one apartment when her son Jori throws a snowball at a passing car and the enraged driver kicks in the front door, and another when the police come after Jori when he kicks a teacher and runs home. Any kind of trouble that brings the police can lead to eviction, which means women can lose their homes if they call 911 when their man beats them up. Think about that the next time someone asks why women don’t call the cops on violent partners.

 

As Desmond shows, the main victims of eviction are women. Why? They are paid less than men for doing the same job. They are less able to make deals with their landlord, who is almost always a man, to work off part of their rent with manual labour. The main reason, though, is that women are raising children as single mothers. They not only have all the costs and burdens of childrearing, they need bigger apartments – which, since landlords dislike renting to families with young children, are harder to find and a lot harder to keep. Other sociologists – Kathryn Edin, for example – have found that single mothers often get help under the table from their children’s fathers, but Arleen, Doreen and Doreen’s adult daughter Patrice get mostly trouble from men, who are variously abusive, addicted, vanished or in prison. In one of the book’s many small sad moments, Arleen claims she receives child support in order to seem more stable and respectable to a prospective landlord. In fact, she gets nothing.

Desmond lays out the crucial role housing plays in creating and reinforcing white privilege. In Milwaukee, one of the most segregated cities in the US, all black people suffer from housing discrimination and all white people benefit at least a little from the racial dividend – a landlord who will rent to them but not to black people, for instance, or offer them a nicer apartment. Black people have the worst housing in the worst neighbourhoods – the great fear of the trailer-park people, who are all white, is that they will end up on the black side of town. Eviction hits black women hardest of all, and the bleak benches of housing courts, which deal with disputes between landlords and tenants, are full of black women and their children: “If incarceration had come to define the lives of men from impoverished black neighbourhoods, eviction was shaping the lives of women. Poor black men were locked up. Poor black women were locked out.”

An evicted woman watches as a removal company moves her property out of her rented apartment on to the pavement.
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 An evicted woman watches as employees of a storage company remove her belongings to place them on the pavement in front of her rented apartment. Photograph: Sally Ryan/Zuma Press/Corbis

What are the social costs of eviction? It puts incredible stress on families. It prevents people from saving the comparatively small sums that would let them stabilise their situation. They are always starting over from scratch, losing their possessions in the chaos of removal, or putting them in storage and losing them when they can’t pay the fees. An eviction on your record makes the next apartment harder to get. Eviction damages children, who are always changing schools, giving up friends and toys and pets – and living with the exhaustion and depression of their parents. We watch Jori go from a sweet, protective older brother to an angry, sullen boy subject to violent outbursts who is falling way behind in school.

Eviction makes it hard to keep up with the many appointments required by the courts and the byzantine welfare system: several characters have their benefits cut because notices are sent to the wrong address. Eviction destroys communities: when people move frequently, they don’t form the social bonds and pride in place that encourage them to care for their block and look out for their neighbours. “With Doreen’s eviction, Thirty-Second Street lost a steadying presence – someone who loved and invested in the neighbourhood, who contributed to making the block safer – but Wright Street didn’t gain one.”

There is an enormous amount of pain and poverty in this rich land,” Desmond writes in his conclusion. That is easy to say, and many books by journalists and academics have done so. By examining one city through the microscopic lens of housing, however, he shows us how the system that produces that pain and poverty was created and is maintained. I can’t remember when an ethnographic study so deepened my understanding of American life.

 Katha Pollitt’s books include Who Is Hillary Clinton? Two Decades of Answers from the Left (IB Tauris). To order Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City for £16 (RRP £20) go to bookshop.theguardian.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p&p over £10, online orders only. Phone orders min p&p of £1.99.

Solutions to Love the Homeless in San Diego

 

Council President Gloria: Show your love on Valentine’s Day, help homeless

SDGLN Staff
February 14th, 2013

SAN DIEGO — In an effort to end homelessness in San Diego, City Council President Todd Gloria, along with the Downtown San Diego Partnership and other advocates of ending homelessness, on Valentine’s Day will raise awareness and encourage use of the red donation stations placed throughout downtown.

These donation stations help fund move-in kits to homeless individuals and families — helping to end homelessness in San Diego.

Drop some change or use a credit card at one of the Movin’ Home donation stations located in downtown San Diego. The donations are collected as the meters fill up and are turned over to the Downtown San Diego Partnership Foundation, a 501(c)3, which supports the Ending Homelessness Campaign. The money helps pay for homeless efforts including:

– Move-in kits

– Hygiene kits

– Work Your Way Home Program

– Items to assist with preparing for job interviews

A public event is scheduled at 12:15 pm today, Valentine’s Day, at the donation station at Smart Corner, 1050 Park Blvd.

Appearing at the event will be Glorida; Kris Michell, president/CEO, Downtown San Diego Partnership; Rick Gentry, president/CEO, San Diego Housing Commission; and Robin Madaffer, co-chair, Campaign to End Homelessness in Downtown San Diego.

San Diego’s civic and business leaders are committed to ending homelessness in San Diego.

Movin’ Home Donation Stations

The donation stations, donated by IPS Group, are located at:

– Broadway Circle, Horton Plaza

– First Avenue Entrance, Horton Plaza

– Fourth Avenue Entrance, Horton Plaza

– 600 W. Broadway, One American Plaza, Irvine Company

– 101 W. Broadway, Irvine Company

– 225 Broadway, Irvine Company

– 401 B St., Irvine Company

– 1050 Park Blvd., Smart Corner

For more information about the Downtown San Diego Partnership’s Movin’ Home program, please visit HERE.