Simple is Better

Simple, the word I build my life around. It is because I have found out simple is better and I like life good. Simple brings more pleasure and meaning. I tried life in America a time or two, but simple can't apply in a country that is so fragmented and exaggerated. Nothing is quite right and it makes you want to search for the next thing. Like you might be missing something if you don't. Excess wieghs heavy and there is always a heavy price for carrying it.

One of my most thankful things in life, the one I am always saying to myself, how lucky I am, is that I chose Mexico for my country to be part of. It just suits my natural sense of freedom and justice and rarely bumps up against my sense of invasion that America bombards ones mind and rights with by the minute. Being American is like a mental illness that clouds ones vision to the point of delusional and gullable. It is laughable when one looks at what Americans think is the good life. Making their life their jobs so they can support the payments on what they already have and hardly have time for and don't really need. All those complicated things to make life easier and more desirable for them. Americans idolize their rich and will go to any lenghts to imitate them in their own lives and do that while they curse those rich for being what they are. So many things are mixed up about this nation of failed people.

Here, poor is respected, it just means you don't have much money. In Mexico you can be very poor and live very well. In America, being poor means failure and exclusion and shame. The lives of the poor in the state of Mexico I live in are very good happy full lives. They take their enjoyment from family and nature and the daily routines of life. They are in balance and it shows. Very good people here in Mexico. And for this I can still go on believing in the human race bettering itself. For if it was left to judge mankind by America and its spread, one would have to truthfully say it is an ugly experiment. A type of people who must always consume more and more, focus on them ownselves only, and not be able to learn from outside sources has its own doom built in.

Its strange how I am 75 miles away from the scar of the border to America and life is what it should be, and then cross it and the world becomes ugly and hostile and selfish and no principals. It is so easy to recognize an American, there is nothing else like them, even their imitators can't get it down totally.

A complicated mess.

Many Roads

Checking out the wastelands of yahoo as I do every now and again I found this complaint on my messenger from an angry young man. He writes rather well, being pushed by so much hostility, although he lets his imagination get out of bounds a little to often for the sake of making it sound worse to himself.

I learned on yahoo that most people think progress is conflict. If your not outdoing the next with the brilliance of your argument, your loosing, and the purpose is to win. I watch these type come into Further Left Library and Chat Room. They say, Ok, I'm here, what are we going to debate about? Then I tell them, no, we are here to get along. This is a shocking concept to them. How can getting along solve problems and bring peace and healing? They say we must disagree, divide up our differences and thrash them out until we are enemies and only focus on those fragmented differences, we thrive on conflict. This is how the American mind has become, the only answer, fight.

I experimented once with fighting on yahoo, jump on whoever I could and rip into them. It was always the same, no one changed, nothing came of it, but a few thrills for saying what I have always wanted to those American idiots and fools. But I don't sit still and saw the dead end. The progress with being with a few people you trust, exploring and learning the truths of this confusing times and helping each of us to respread them in our own ways is a treasure. As Pocho said in the blog Forum in the article titled We Are the Message, this use of the internet to form small groups of people who are dedicated to change, when all accumulated amounts to a massive force. This force, the message from the truth tellers, could very well overwhelm the evil that is at this moment overtaking us. If we can't get along with each other, how can we work towards peace? I would much rather have a home base in cyberspace to work from than a battlefield of monotony and uselessness to dump my beliefs. There are many roads to making change.

And now to take a moment to reply to this overeducated underlived young mans effort on scolding me for not being what he wants. I would call my beliefs Old age, not New Age. Dating back thru time to what is simple. Live your beliefs or they are nothing but talk. If you believe in good, be good. Respect is one of the most important things we can offer the world and its people. Politics and Religion are traps of the power hungry and not to be believed in, but guarded against. They do not hold the answers to life and getting along. And as to his suggestion below that I am too pathetic to live, no wonder he has turned to politics as his religion. I am sure this young man has much time and money wrapped up in being schooled for his opinions and I hope someday life can teach him where those opinions really belong, and that he get can on with all we really have, today.

Below, I post his message, out of interest of what is in the minds of these sorts. Attack mode only, so American, even when they are in France.

You're full of new-age spiritual mumbo jumbo - that is, garbage, complete garbage. Truer spot inside yourself? You're so self-righteous and self-important, and when I ask you for answers, you have none. You tell me "to be part of something good you have to be good", but you aren't something good. You're completely full of shit. All this "i live life according to my beliefs" doesn't mean shit, at all. You think you're a rebel because you somehow live life according to your principles? That's nonsense. I'm not giving you a bad boy attitude, I'm just asking questions that you are completely incapable of answering.
Getting along will not change anything, and that isn't your interest. Conformity is what this is all about, and you want people to have your opinions. You don't understand the world and what's needed in the world. What's needed is more conflict, but you can't deal with that. Everything you do and say is anti-democratic, it's fascist. Those who won't say what you want them to say, who won't repeat your droning beliefs are EXCLUDED, that's the opposite of freedom, liberty, it's the opposite of justice, it IS fascism. You think you're in a privileged position but you're nowhere
And, politics and economics ARE everything when it comes to change. What else is there? The revolution is either political and economic, or it's nothing. "Living life according to your principles"? THAT'S COMPLETE SELF-RIGHTEOUS NONSENSE. You think you're special in this world, and you're not, you have no answers or solutions. In fact, you want to completely ignore what's going on in the world, because you're too self-important to care about anyone but yourself. You don't see how many people in the world have it so so much worse than you, you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself to change anything.
If anyone, you're the one who's acting like it, you won't let anyone challenge your fragile little world, whereas I DEMAND conflict, I DEMAND to be challenged. But you can't take it. You're too pathetic to live.

And such are the words of the very angry and mixed up young man.

Drifting

I think I waited to late to become an adult. It seems to take practice and I skipped it to long. It seems like I took my retirement first then starting out in life to make it secure and productive towards some end or other now that I am old. At least that is my story to myself today, because I have not been responsible, again. Taking care of life as a thing used to get where you want to go is very tricky and you have to learn your own rules, even if its just to break them. It is hard to do what is called working, doing your job, making money. Or at least it is for me, because it seems to take time. That's the hardest part, where do you fit that in, work? But as I had found out, one can't go too many decades without settling down to what's ahead without missing something that should be part of it all. But its so easy to put off work, when you are your own boss, especially if you aren't a boss.

Another day in Mexico passes, the last of the sunset set streaked with deep red and the piece of moon showing will be a deep orange again tonight because of the hills burning from fires started on their own from heat and dryness. I have drifted away from the news again, its so easy to do. Moving away from what is ugly and offensive. But my awareness has not dulled, one can feel the coming catastophre of the fall of America in the very atmosphere, like one of those surround sound speakers I have heard of. We get asked now and again what we contribute as humans, but is that really important, just as long as we don't take more than what is balanced? Real answers are simple, glaringly apparent when displayed plainly. What good are fine beliefs if you don't live them? What good is knowledge if your only going to repeat what you learned, not what you know because what you know is buried under all those fragmented layers of this so called schooling process.

I suppose the simple answer here is, I should be keeping track of work records before I forget again, instead of entertaining myself with my blog. I am not sure what I have accomplished in life so far, but whatever it is, it makes me feel very good about who I am and what I do. If you cant be proud of yourself then you haven't lived right. But life never takes care of itself on its own from your past merits, you have to keep on trying. And that means always taking that chance to make your own life better and that of those around you, simply and respectfully and responsibly.

Now, hopefully, back to important work, if a puppy does not cry or a horn honk at the gate, or I misplaced the papers again. Plus I have to find the right working music too, hopefully that won't take long.

Grocery Stores

It sometimes feels strange when I think of grocery stores and what I need to get from them today while I am in town. They say it is cheaper. That was one of the exciting things about moving from the country, so many grocery stores. I sit here with pencil and a scrap of paper making a list. Mouse traps is all I can think of. I have salt and sugar, the soap has not run out yet. I need to get some food, there is really next to none in the house. But a grocery store off out in town, big and nice with near everything, is not a good place for that. I want four hot rolls from the bakery and they always have fresh milk, corn tortillas from the factory as they come off the conveyor belt. And lately there has been some just picked vegtables sold out of the back of a truck parked near the school. All this right in my own village. I could even walk, if I liked walking steep roads. And if I am in the mood, maybe the meat market, the man raises his cattle out in the hills behind me. Or the harbor out front, to see what has come in on the boats. Yes, strange, nothing really in those big stores, and I feel silly pushing a huge cart empty or with what I could have got right where I live, from a neighbor. Aisle after Aisle, wondering which one might have some real food. Plus, it makes my feet ache and exhaust me. Its seeing all that excess. Such a reminder of where man has got himself. Everywhere you look, we seem to be in a head long rush to change humanity into something I don't think was ever meant to be. Bottled, canned, packaged, our food and our minds, for easy use. The further you move from simple the further you get from whats good and right. Maybe some might think shopping in those shrines to excess gives them freedom of choice and expression, but I think it compromises a person to consummerism. Which of course is oppression. The new form of oppression, excess american style.

Why Say That?

9/11 - Tragedy, or perhaps an opportunity to revel in another set of senseless deaths, Pocho?

I just read this comment on the Further Left Forum Site. ( http://further-left-forum.blogspot.com/ ) I suppose this must be war with words. This style of attack. Apparently it does not need to make sense or really be connected. It seems the object is to make an insult, the worst that can be brewed up, and then hurl it out, like jabbing in the dark with a sword.

These warnings to the oppressors of the world must be looked on as a form of victory. These very oppressors are the ones who make non violent messages useless to themselves. This so called 9/11 message got thru to the deluded, a little, and made them look around and realize the heroic America image had changed to one of being the worlds enemy, while they were off pursuing their personal needs. A few of them have even gone so far as to question why and with their limited vision wonder what they can do.

This is victory, the oppressor must be made aware of himself and the nation that spawns them stopped, before all is lost to the sweep of the deadly disease of Americanism.

It is not the deaths that are reveled in. That type of thing belongs to the soldier who is trained to commit them. What is applauded is the attempt, the reason and the fact they scored. If only America could hear what the world is telling them, but they can't hear. So the messages keep having to get louder. Americas choice, they could stop now.

If someone does not like the fact that 9/11 represents the fall of an evil empire and that many took heart in seeing it brought to its knees, they need not resort to the limiting remark it was just enjoyment of death itself that makes them feel that way.

With all the confusion going on in the world, and all the need to ban together to make the best of it, we need not make up the absurd to disagree with those we basically agree with. One should confront what is really behind the remarks they make of that sort that make no sense, but reveal much of those making them.

Tradgedy and victory always go together, you can't separate them.

No Sense of Good

Americans in their fragmented reality slip and slide between the meanings of their words. Lovers of loopholes. Yes, but you said, is one of their favorite retorts. I took your words to mean this or that, is another. It is because their minds are so legal, wrapped up in a nation of legalities like a buffer against thinking on their own. Hanging onto each word like it is the point of the sentence. Taking which one they want, to run their next thoughts from. They examine so closely they can't see.

Copylefted. I learned this in Further Left Library Chat Room http://www.lagunanet.net.mx/pocho/ . It means take what you want or need, feel free, it's everyones. Ahh, the American mind clicks, free, oh boy, that’s easy, no rules, so I don't have to have limits. I think I will just take their name too and pretend like I am them. Look, it says here in the fine print its ok to be unethical. What? They have asked me not to steal, I mean share, the name? What rights have they, how dare they. I will take what I want, I am American and that gives me as much right as I need.

Without that attitude, they would not be able to be making this much fouled attempt at taking over the world.

If your good, you sense what is right and wrong, you don't look for wiggle room to try to still make yourself look good when you are not. If you know what low life sneak is you wouldn’t be imitating one and then trying to excuse yourself by saying, it’s the wording, it let me do it. No sense is what is common in America, no sense at all of what is right or decent or respectful. But then again, how could they, their country is criminal on almost every count. They don't want change, they just want to look good when they aren't.

Migra

I shook hands hello today with a man I met 15 years ago, or more. It brought back a rush of memories, as I was not expecting this encounter with him. And how far different it was than the time before. Just a polite hello and glad to hear life is going well for you while exchanging a few more pleasantries in the grocery store down town here in my part of Mexico.

The first time we met was at my home, the middle of the day with his gang of machine gun toting back ups from the Mexican Immigration Office. He was the important man there at that time. Suddenly they were surrounding my house, so nothing to do but stay and see what they wanted. My husband had been reported for working and he had no papers for it, being a "wetback" from the other side. We had been working for years, but had stepped on a rich mans ego and this was the weak spot where he could gain some of it back. A little bribe and his friend migra man was glad to take care of it, since we were breaking the law anyway. That’s the custom and in many ways not a bad one, if its not you getting the bad end of it.

Migra gave us two hours to get our business straight and then to report to his office where he was talking deportation. Instead of just loading us up right then and gone for good. But I love Mexico to much to get kicked out, so my husband and I went into hiding for eight months. Its good on the soul to get rousted from the everyday and thrown into what makes you wonder and look close. Provided you make it back around again and life goes on as you always intended it to.

The first week was the hardest. A cowboy camp on the riverbed, turned to shady dealings. Every sound was an alert to run and hide in the reeds. I left a book there for those times, inside a coffee can. And I also got covered with bites from some unseen thing that lived there only. I hardly ever get bites, it seems more like a character weakness. I saw a jeep with less than a hundred miles on it, taken on a joy ride from a San Diego car lot and drove straight across the border. No one ever came to get it.
And then from there, place to place, each with its own scene, its own view into a nation that holds so many secrets close to itself. On some Sundays my husband and I could go home, quietly and cautiously. That was Migras day off too. It would be a celebration, a get together of the village where news and encouragement was exchanged. And much laughter about how the great migra could not find two Americanos. And being Mexican, of course they never gave us up, not for a moment, none of them.

But after eight months, and harsher weather on its way, it seemed enough. My husband had the favor done for him of the use of a very influential lawyer, a Chinese man with an adobe house full of Chinese art. The only thing to do, turn ourselves in. It was hard to walk into that office, even with the assurance beforehand that we would be walking out still free, and no time behind bars and wondering what the sentence would be.

At that time too, we shook hands, the first time. He said, brave Americanos and sentenced us to a life of tourism, vacationing, exploring, fishing, partying, spending, whatever it is tourist all do. It said so on this official paper, and said there was no second warning or we would be gone for good. He was polishing the handle on his pistol the whole time, then stood up shook hands again, and said, your real lucky, this time.

But, of course, one must work for a living if they are not rich and Mexico is a practical nation and does not get hung up by their laws. So it was back home and back to work again. The rich man had long forgotten and the migra had better things to do.

I still kind of seem to feel the tingle in my hand though, for that brief moment when ours touched in that handshake today. Good thing Mexico believes in what is fair, not what is legal. He is such an impressive looking man still, very handsome and stern. I would hate to be doing anything really wrong and get caught by him.

Evil America

Exchanging thoughts with two minds I respect (in Further Left Chat, of course) I once again touched down on the horror of America. I journeyed thru the yahoo chats some time back, and saw a sampling of what it is to be American, living there and doing it. Where is their heart? Long gone in a game of trying to escape the guilt of being themselves and the heritage of their murderous and barbaric land. In Americas head long rush to possess bigger and better and to get what is theirs by their so called right of privileged birth, they have opened themselves up to their governments technique of turning them selfish so they cannot unite.

I read what the bad and ignorant had to say in the cesspools of yahoo. The Bush lovers and the war worshippers, earth destroyers, revelers in prejudices and greed. So obviously wrong, but not the only wrong. It is the ones that claim they are doing good that should be watched as well. The ones who spin the illusion of America the Great, the ones who say, it's not us, it's them, don't blame me, blame my system. Their belief in their pick and choose what part of America they want, to put their faith and pride in, is what keeps the country running and enables this evil. This nation needs to be put to an immediate end and anyone who hinders that is an enemy of the world.

I watched these empty hearted selfish do gooders. They make me fear for the future of mankind. To become aware of how they are is to touch on the sickness of their country, its internal rot, that spreads like a plague. They think living right is arranging your words to reflect what you think should be, not living what should be. They live a lie, everyone of them, and that lie has compromised each one as an individual.

I am sad, thinking of these Americans I met here in cyberspace and how each one seems to confirm the reason America is now a failure and a danger to the world. Weak people, easily led astray with their governments clamp on their ability to distinguish truth or fight for it. Live in America and all you can see is America, the rest of the world is just an ignored back yard to abuse as you want.

Shame on all you complaining hypercritical self deluded Americans. You need to look at yourselves, and improve that before you can expect to perform miracles on your used up country.

Oh well, at least I am here in my much loved Mexico, where life is so very good and free and living great just comes naturally. The day, warm and breezy, will soon overtake me, and that world of oppression and dreams gone wrong will fade away and once again life and living will be what it should. So many things to enjoy.