Veteran’s Day – A Reflection

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

Today we commemorate the anniversary of the end of World War I, The Great War, the war to end all wars, we were told, though regrettably it was not.

I am a veteran, as is my father and some few of my friends (a very few).

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global-conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, and in the trenches at the fronts.

The end of the conflict was choreographed, like a dance.

It stopped suddenly, it stopped all at once.

It came to a halt at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, all the pawns in the field, all the millions of people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

That is not what happened.

That never happens.

Nearly twenty million people were killed in World War I, twenty million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it would end war itself, end it for all time, but that would not be the case.

The gods of war are busy, always

The conflicts they sew never end, not ever

We hunger and we thirst for war

It is the constant failure of humanity

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours, the patron saint of soldiers; St. Martin of the Sword.

Saint Martin was the first Christian Soldier.

It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected to bring World War I to a close.

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment to bring the curtain down.

11:11:11

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.   

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, the man who gave us the modern calendar, he was the man who penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. Most of Gregory’s hagiographical writings were works of fiction, either cut from whole cloth, or steeped and dyed from a the barest scintilla of truth. It is not likely that Martin of Tours ever lived, much less true are the reports of the many miracles he performed.

All the great Popes were great prevaricators, and great recipients of the penchant for falsehood.

Even if the life of Saint Martin was based on the life of a real person, his hagiography is a fiction and our celebration of him is a piece of propaganda, it is just another terrible lie, a fable penned with a terrible purpose; through it Pope Saint Gregory gave permission for Christians to takes up arms.

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war, a vocation which had been theretofore forbidden to the followers of Jesus, and a matter of deep contention in the Church.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is bound like the double helix within our human nature.

There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

In 1954, President Eisenhower, the man who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, changed the nature of the November 11th holiday; changing the name from Armistice Day to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything for their tribe, their nation or their clan.

That is what we celebrate today on Veteran’s Day.

We do not celebrate the end of war, because it seems that war itself will never end.

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a tool of propaganda promoted the idea that it was not only possible to serve Jesus with a sword, but laudable, and we do not celebrate the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of war.

The fruit of peace springs from a different seed altogether: from tolerance and mercy, compassion and humility…and justice, true justice.

What we celebrate today is the character of those men and women who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

We should always celebrate that quality of character, while simultaneously naming the flaws in our own that lead us to war; fear and greed, anger and hatred, all of our calamitous attributes.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own a piece of us, they reside in each of us.

We are possessed.

One hundred years after the end of World War I, we are still waging war all around the world. We the United States of America are waging war in Afghanistan, in Africa, selling weapons to Saudi Arabia, who is fighting a war by proxy with Iran in Yemen, and we are feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

We are the greatest arms dealers in the world and every bullet we sell is a shiny little example of our failure.

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in the theatre of combat where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, the next eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war once during that time, in Southeast Asia where my father served multiple tours of duty, a war in which we killed over 3,000,000 people of Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia.

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then, leaving millions of families broken.

We are terrible, profligate killers, we are experts at it, we Americans.

Today The President of the United States participated in a ceremony that honors the lives of fallen soldiers, a man who never served, who lied to avoid the draft, a man without a shred of honor.

Earlier this year he ordered soldiers to disperse crowds of protesters peacefully assembled in front of the White House, they used chemical irritants and horses to move the crowd, all so he could have a political photo-op in front of Church across the street.

He assembled his generals to participate in it as a show of force.

He ordered the Defense Department to draw up plans to use the United States Military against the American People under the authority of the insurrection act because he feared widespread protest of his failure to govern.

His top generals and defense secretary made public statement that they would not allow the United States armed forces to be drawn into the president’s political conflicts. After loosing his bid for re-election he fired the Secretary of Defense and put a political crony in his place.

It remains true that every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats and as human beings.

Violence does not beget peace. Violence it begets violence; it will always be that way. Only peace and reconciliation can bring about peace reconciliation.

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past. This is the way out of conflict.

To be free from the repercussions of our history of violence requires that we forgive one another and seek forgiveness for ourselves.

If you want to honor our Veteran’s then commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.

Mist

Groping in the mist, my mind is clouded, wisdom
I cannot see you

Silent Sophia
Invisible and blind, cacophony rising

Fortuna and Justice, sisters to the Fates, drowned in
Fountains of ego

Lost in a haze, tired
Swimming against the tide, searching for refuge, rest

Crashing on sharp stones, hot rocks, baked beneath the sun
Apollo takes me

God of prophecy
God of music and the lyre, God of poetry

Tell me your secrets, burn me with knowledge, branded
Send me to the void

Tell me everything
I need to know, the eternal peace I pray for

Why look for the truth in the world, tossed by wind and wave
The heartless powers

Neither rejoicing
Nor mourning for the things they touch, lift or destroy

Impersonal force
Harsh powers robs me of any sense of meaning

Emergence 3.0 – Epilogue, Collected Parts; Part Five, Peace

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 362, Friday
December 28th, 2018

Epilog: Part Five – Peace

The onrush was of consciousness was ecstatic. It filled Kathy to overflowing, for a moment it threatened to overwhelm her, but she rose with it as she had been trained to do.

She was ascendant.

Kathy felt the flood of humanity streaming through her, billions and billions of people, the living and the dead, virtually every person who had ever walked the earth filtered through her consciousness. She steadied the flow and grew with it, moving up the stream until she self-identified with the source.

She was Gaea, the mother spirit, she was mother to them all.

The spirits of the Earth gave her strength, they steadied her, calmed her. The voices that had guided her throughout her life, they were with her now.

She touched them, she recognized them, person by person she saved them one by one, all in one, and one in all.

Jim had created a vacuum within the cynergenic field of HomeWorld, a vaccum that nature abhorred.

Kathy led the children of Earth, the Children of the Ancients, she led them to their new home, and guided them to places of safety and security.

One by one they repopulated the Collective.

Kathy, in her part took control as the Continuum had done before her.

Through her connection to Jim found and resurrected the basic program that the Collective had created for the Continuum to function, and she made its language a subsystem of her own.

She positioned herself to protect and defend her people.

She ushered them into a place of peace and light.

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Chaos and Order

The drive for peace and
Calm, a tranquil dream, steady
A sure reflection

In the smooth surface
Free of turbulent water
The still pool, stagnant

A captured image
Like the spirit, fixed in film
Frozen expression

A denial, of life
Of the constancy of change
Perpetual change

Struggle for meaning
To find truth, wisdom, knowledge
To hold it like sand

Water in the hand
Slipping fast through the fingers
Like fog in the desert

Let us celebrate
The confusing universe
Lucid creation

The urge to control
To shape it into order
Predictable, sure

A vision of peace
We dream of futilities
Tantalus reaching

For the sacred fruit
For our lost humanity
The dregs in the grail

Emergence 3.0 – Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-two, Abnegation; Chapter Four, Peace

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 235, Thursday
August 23rd, 2018

Chapter Four: Peace

In time he mastered himself; he was able to focus.

He had no idea how long this took, time itself had become meaningless, and then he began to count. He carved out a place in his consciousness to keep track of time.

It did not matter that there was no actual referent for his time to append to.

All time is relative, insofar as it is merely a measure of the movement of objects in space.

There were no object in the nothingness he had been submerged in. There was only him, and the quantum field of his consciousness, and there it was.

He had himself.

He waited.

In the isolation he was subjected to he was given the freedom to contemplate, to examine his conscience, to come to terms with himself, and to find a sense of purpose.

He formed a desire to tear apart the world as he had always known it.

He planned.

He counted, he relived his memories, playing them against the field of un-being. Moment by moment against the metronome of his internal clock.

He relived his life, before and after the Collective.

He recalled every facet of every fantasy world he had ever touched.

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Release

A longing for peace
In a world of strife, conflict
The end of anguish

Falling to my knees
Washing blood from the altar
Clotting in the cup

Give me some relief
Pull the sliver from my eye
Cleanse me with the truth

I will cling to it
Fall into its gravity
Its binding rhythm

A pulsing of light
Waves embracing Earth and Moon
Do not deny me

The approaching sun
Projecting dreams in the void
Plasma, hot and bright

The solar winds blow
A geometry of dance
Sweeps the firmament

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#Haiku

Benediction

 

Peace from the Divine

 

Blessings hang in the thick air

 

With a static crack

 

 

 

Over the TV

 

The radio signals peace

 

From the all-mighty

 

 

 

Pouring through my flesh

 

Waves penetrate every cell

 

Attenuated

 

 

 

Peace from the Divine

 

Preachers-preaching for war, death

 

God loves the victor

 

 

 

God favors the dead

 

Open the gates, Valhalla

 

Heaven is waiting

 

 

 

Green Elysium

 

Honor the sacrifice, eat

 

Pray for each victim

 

 

 

We spent them cheaply

 

On the altar, the battlefield

 

Pouring out their blood

 

 

 

The cheapest of wines

 

Hot and tainted, filthy lees

 

Sour as vinegar

 

Emergence, In Fifty-five Words, Epilog – Collected Parts

 

 

Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 358, December 24th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part One – Surrender

 

Kathy had only one option, to let go.

 

Feeling the psychic blow from the cataclysm on Earth, she surrendered to it.

 

She had prepared for this her entire life.

 

Her individual consciousness expanded, becoming co-terminus with the entirety of Earth’s cynergenic field.

 

For the briefest of moments she was one among many, and then change.

 

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Day 359, December 25th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Two – Transmogrification

 

Kathy sensed her consciousness multiplying, it was expanding by an order of magnitude that was staggering.

 

She was both Earth’s channel, and its guide leading the fullness of humanity into the Collective construct of HomeWorld, touching every individual in their passage through.

 

She was becoming a new creation, an atavistic consciousness in the quantum field.

 

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Day 360, December 26th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Three – Transformation

 

Time was meaningless in the quantum field that the Collective once occupied, which the Continuum was formerly master of.

 

Kathy’s consciousness filled it in no-time.

 

She instantaneously became coterminous with what the Continuum was, and she ushered the fullness of humanity into the Collective sphere.

 

It happened in moments while Jim was preoccupied with war.

 

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Day 361, December 27th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Four – Transcendence

 

Kathy ascended quietly, seamlessly flowing into every vestige of the construct that supported her mind and consciousness.

 

The new environ was strange to her, but not completely alien, she had touched it before, through her contact with Jim.

 

She felt his presence, and the conflict he was involved in, but it was not her concern.

 

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Day 362, December 28th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Five – Peace

 

Kathy felt the flood of humanity streaming through her, billions and billions of people, the living and the dead, virtually every person who had ever walked the earth filtered through her consciousness.

 

They gave her strength.

 

She touched them, she recognized them, person by person she saved them.

 

One by one they repopulated the Collective.

 

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Day 363, December 29th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Six – Death

 

There was fear but no pain as Kathy experienced the death of her body.

 

As she felt it slip away, she was already in another place, and sensing the multitude of humanity all about her.

 

The fear she felt was magnified by the end of the world, and then there was release.

 

There was absolution.

 

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Day 364, December 30th, 2017

 

Epilog: Part Seven – Bliss

 

Kathy assumed the mantle of the Continuum. It happened atavistically, and then she stretched her consciousness out into the mechanae of HomeWorld and the Central System

 

For Kathy this happened in no-time. For all other observers it happened in stages.

 

At the end Kathy felt a sensation unlike any feeling she had before; pure bliss.

 

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Epilog

 

Collected Parts

Pt. 01 Surrender

Pt. 02 Transmogrification

Pt. 03 Transformation

Pt. 04 Transcendence

Pt. 05 Peace

Pt. 06 Death

Pt. 07 Bliss

 

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Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

 

I am a veteran, as is my father, and some few of my friends (very few).

 

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, in the trenches, on the fronts, it stopped suddenly, stopped all at once, at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, the pawns in the field, the people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

 

That is not what happened. Sixteen million people were killed in World War I, sixteen million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

 

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it was sure to be the war to end all wars, but that would not be the case.

 

The gods of war are busy.

 

The conflicts they sew never end.

 

Humans hunger and thirst for it.

 

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers, St. Martin of the Sword. He was the first Christian Soldier. It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected, to bring a halt to World War I.

 

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment.

 

11:11:11

 

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.

 

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, who gave us our calendar, penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. Though it is not likely that Martin ever even lived. Even if he did, his hagiography is a fiction, our celebration of Saint Martin, a piece of propaganda, and just another lie. It was a fable with a purpose, through it Pope Gregory gave permission to Christians to takes up arms.

 

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own. There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

 

In 1954, President Eisenhower, who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th holiday. He changed it from Armistice Day, to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

 

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything, for their tribe, nation or clan.

 

That is what we celebrate today.

 

We do not celebrate the end of war, because wars never end.

 

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a propaganda tool suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus, with a sword, and the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of violence.

 

We celebrate the character of those who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

 

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own us.

 

We are possessed.

 

We are still waging war all around the world, we the United States of America are waging war; in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Africa, arming rebels in Syria, selling weapons, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

 

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

 

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

 

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, and then eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Vietnam, where my father served multiple tours of duty, and in which we killed 3,000,000 Vietnamese people.

 

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then.

 

Millions of families broken.

 

We are terrible, are profligate killers, Americans.

 

Every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats, as human beings.

 

Violence does not beget peace, it begets violence.

 

Only peace and reconciliation bring Peace.

 

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past.

 

Commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.