A Purposeful Life

Last evening I watched a film titled, “Find Me.”  It was, I suppose, what might be called a “chick flick,” but of course that moniker is, I suspect, not “PC” today, so forgive me, let’s just say it was a movie dealing with feelings; moreover, it deals with giving unconditionally – and finding purpose in one’s life.  It is a cute movie, funny, sad and yet very redeeming.  But, I am not here to review the film, only to borrow from its theme, to talk about living a purposeful life.

What does it even mean, “purposeful life?”  So we can come at this many ways really.  The term is a corollary of “the meaning of life.”  Why am I here, on this particular planet, right now?  Surely there must be a reason!  There is,  but unfortunately many of us around the world may not even have the luxury of creating a space for that question to arise in our mind.  This, in my mind, gives credence to the concept of reincarnation:  I believe each sentient being, humans and animals with some level of consciousness, are on a journey of seeking their ultimate purpose for existence.  For those beings not yet human, the cycles will be countless, as they return again and again to learn and advance, with their consciousness evolving more and more with each coming and going.  For humans who are not able due to the hardships of life, for the incipient thought of “why” to blossom, they in time will reach that potential.  It is a “potential” only, the potential for the question to arise as to “why am I here?” But at some point, in each person’s mind, eventually that thought will push through.

Regardless of whether you subscribe to reincarnation as a description of our existence now, or infinitely, depending on your present beliefs, I know that eventually your spirit energy will reach the edge of the vast void, where you are forced to look deep into that chasm of the unknown – call it God if you wish – and ask, “Why?”  It is the most beautiful question one can ask of the “Universe,” for the reason that the answer contains profundities that are infinitely simple, yet infinitely affirming.

Perhaps for those who believe in a Judeo-Christian or Islamic heavens (funny, are these different?), they will assert that all they need to do is “follow God’s law” and believe, and there is no need to try and attempt answering the question I have posed, for it will be “revealed” at the end of one’s life on Earth.  Perhaps.

There are many identifiable man-made religions and paths, and within those each adherent charts his or  her own course.  Others of us are like leaves falling to the ground in autumn, subject to all the shifting of the fall breeze, blowing in the wind.  Others of us have arrived at the point, the juncture in that place that is at the intersection of love and non-self awareness, beyond the intersections of the planes of time, space and gravity, where we are open to all the possibilities of Life, the manifest universe and the non-manifest universe, and are asking “Why?”

I do not yet know the answer, and if I did perhaps one vow I had made with the Universe was not to reveal it, for each person has their own answer, that is just for them only, that must be searched for as long as it takes, but with the certainty that it will be found.

So, let’s continue on our journeys, but Spirit informs that if we all hold hands, our collective Light on the road ahead will be so much brighter through the synergy of Love.


America The Beautiful appears to be chained to a wall in shackles, enduring a daily barrage of slow cuts inflicted by BMT (Bottomless Moral Turpitude…..that which occupies the Oval Office) and REPUBLICANS.  He and they relish their present role as Inquisitors and TORTURERS, pacing the cutting floor with their horrible instruments in hand, each day inventing  nuances and styles of inflicting pain on this beautiful land.

From caging children to reopening the valves of toxicity polluting our air, to cutting benefits to the poor families, to opening precious land and seas to the vile pursuit of drilling for oil and minerals, to the highest deficit in history, America is being disfigured and disemboweled.

UNLESS BMT is removed from office in 2020 there will not be an America worth living in, simple as that.

“Now is the time for all good men (women and youth) to come to the aid of their country.”

Long before the “Ten Commandments”….

Perhaps some 2000 years before the mythological “Moses” (I use “mythological” as there is no historical evidence whatsoever for a real Exodus) was given – by the Lord – the stone tablets with “Ten Commandments” burned into them,  ancient KMT, Kemit, or Egypt as the civilization is commonly called, had evolved its religion, which included instructions to the recently departed on how to cross over into a new afterlife.

The Book of the Dead (one name for the instructions) included the 42 Negative Confessions, to be recited while the soul was balanced against the white feather of priestess Maat (Mayet).  The Confessions are historical “documents,” not mythology.  One can readily see the similarities of the Confessions and the Ten Commandments:

1. Hail, Usekh-nemmt, who comest forth from Anu, I have not committed sin.

2. Hail, Hept-khet, who comest forth from Kher-aha, I have not committed robbery with violence.

3. Hail, Fenti, who comest forth from Khemenu, I have not stolen.

4. Hail, Am-khaibit, who comest forth from Qernet, I have not slain men and women.

5. Hail, Neha-her, who comest forth from Rasta, I have not stolen grain.

6. Hail, Ruruti, who comest forth from Heaven, I have not purloined offerings.

7. Hail, Arfi-em-khet, who comest forth from Suat, I have not stolen the property of God.

8. Hail, Neba, who comest and goest, I have not uttered lies.

9. Hail, Set-qesu, who comest forth from Hensu, I have not carried away food.

10. Hail, Utu-nesert, who comest forth from Het-ka-Ptah, I have not uttered curses.

11. Hail, Qerrti, who comest forth from Amentet, I have not committed adultery.

12. Hail, Hraf-haf, who comest forth from thy cavern, I have made none to weep.

13. Hail, Basti, who comest forth from Bast, I have not eaten the heart.

14. Hail, Ta-retiu, who comest forth from the night, I have not attacked any man.

15. Hail, Unem-snef, who comest forth from the execution chamber, I am not a man of deceit.

16. Hail, Unem-besek, who comest forth from Mabit, I have not stolen cultivated land.

17. Hail, Neb-Maat, who comest forth from Maati, I have not been an eavesdropper.

18. Hail, Tenemiu, who comest forth from Bast, I have not slandered anyone.

19. Hail, Sertiu, who comest forth from Anu, I have not been angry without just cause.

20. Hail, Tutu, who comest forth from Ati, I have not debauched the wife of any man.

21. Hail, Uamenti, who comest forth from the Khebt chamber, I have not debauched the wives of other men.

22. Hail, Maa-antuf, who comest forth from Per-Menu, I have not polluted myself.

23. Hail, Her-uru, who comest forth from Nehatu, I have terrorized none.

24. Hail, Khemiu, who comest forth from Kaui, I have not transgressed the law.

25. Hail, Shet-kheru, who comest forth from Urit, I have not been angry.

26. Hail, Nekhenu, who comest forth from Heqat, I have not shut my ears to the words of truth.

27. Hail, Kenemti, who comest forth from Kenmet, I have not blasphemed.

28. Hail, An-hetep-f, who comest forth from Sau, I am not a man of violence.

29. Hail, Sera-kheru, who comest forth from Unaset, I have not been a stirrer up of strife.

30. Hail, Neb-heru, who comest forth from Netchfet, I have not acted with undue haste.

31. Hail, Sekhriu, who comest forth from Uten, I have not pried into other’s matters.

32. Hail, Neb-abui, who comest forth from Sauti, I have not multiplied my words in speaking.

33. Hail, Nefer-Tem, who comest forth from Het-ka-Ptah, I have wronged none, I have done no evil.

34. Hail, Tem-Sepu, who comest forth from Tetu, I have not worked witchcraft against the king.

35. Hail, Ari-em-ab-f, who comest forth from Tebu, I have never stopped the flow of water of a neighbor.

36. Hail, Ahi, who comest forth from Nu, I have never raised my voice.

37. Hail, Uatch-rekhit, who comest forth from Sau, I have not cursed God.

38. Hail, Neheb-ka, who comest forth from thy cavern, I have not acted with arrogance.

39. Hail, Neheb-nefert, who comest forth from thy cavern, I have not stolen the bread of the gods.

40. Hail, Tcheser-tep, who comest forth from the shrine, I have not carried away the khenfu cakes from the spirits of the dead.

41. Hail, An-af, who comest forth from Maati, I have not snatched away the bread of the child, nor treated with contempt the god of my city.

42. Hail, Hetch-abhu, who comest forth from Ta-she, I have not slain the cattle belonging to the god.


So now just a few days after the anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center, BMT (Bottomless Moral Turpitude…..aka that which occupies the Oval Office) is talking about “helping” the Saudis in responding to an attack on their refineries by “Iran?”.

The entire attack  on the WTC was financed by Saudi money, although it has never been revealed who or how.  Most of the terrorists who killed so many Americans on that day of infamy were Saudis.  Of course America did nothing toward Saudi for that attack, even quickly transporting members of the Ben Laden family out of the USA back home.  Today Saudi is led by one of the most murderous dictators in the world, responsible for the slaughter of an American resident Saudi, about which BMT has afforded all the cover needed to maintain our weapons sales to this tyrant.  As Dwight D. Eisenhower informed America, our policy would be led by the military-industrial complex, as it has for decades and continues right today.  We are the biggest arms merchant, grim reaper extraordinaire in the history of the world.

I pray our Congress this time stands up to the Oval Office, as it totally failed to do after 911.  If we get involved in helping the Saudi Coalition with retaliation against Iran, it will be a war that likely will bring this country to our own demise, given the other issues we cannot afford to ignore.  The war in Iraq and Afghanistan together will pale in comparison with a war with Iran.

Our weapons sold and given to the Saudis has facilitated for many months the air attacks by the Saudis on the civilians of Yemen, and has created what today is the largest humanitarian crisis on the globe.  Those Americans, here in Dallas Fort Worth and around the country, who work in the military weapons industry should really self assess what their values are, and consider the consequences of their work.  But of course we will get the same response, “people kill people, not guns or weapons.”  Sad.



“Bring me my shotgun!”

So today Google’s front page is saluting B.B. King, blues legend and businessman extraordinaire.  Rightly so.  But being from Texas, I also wish to salute one of our own blues legends, of whom there are many, such as going way back, Blind Lemon Jefferson, and of course known to many, Stevie Ray Vaughn.  I lived close to the neighborhood the Vaughn bro’s grew up in, and just recently lived in Houston on the main street that was the stompin’ ground of my own favorite blues man, LIGHTNIN’ HOPKINS.

The title of today’s post is that of one of his cuts:

Like most of Lightnin’s tunes, this one ends with a humorous line.  I like that, turning that which can give us the blues into the strength to laugh in its face,  whatever it may be.

Around 1972, give or take a few, my late wife, who was a jazz, blues and soul singer, and I caught one of Lightnin’s shows in Austin.  After the show I said to her, why don’t you go back stage and meet him.  I could have gone but I’m not usually comfortable with being the adoring fan.  She did go back stage, and after a while I started wondering as some time had gone by, and most of the audience had left.  Then here she comes down the stage stairs, with Lighnin’ behind her, and she brings him to where I was waiting in the back.  They both were laughing and she introduced me, and we shook hands.  Lightnin’ had a bottle in his hand, asking me if I liked Salty Dog, and it was obvious they had been sharing the bottle, as my wife was already tipsy.

Now some men may have gotten a sudden case of the blues over this, right?  Your woman getting drunk out of sight with another worldly man?  But I knew my wife, and knew how musical artists relate.  No blues for me, just so glad to meet this blues man I had been a fan of since I caught him when a freshman in college, also in Austin.  The first time I saw him I marveled at his style and unique playing.

Years later, my wife commissioned a famous Dallas artist friend to paint a portrait of Lightnin’ for me, for my birthday.  It now rest next to my bed, along with other memorabilia.  More recently, when we moved to Houston for a couple of years, we lived right off the main street that was his old stompin’ grounds, a few blocks from where a bronze placard memorializes him.  I think he and I have some good karma together, way back.  Anyway, he’s my favorite.


I realize few people will read this post, and perhaps fewer even care, but I am compelled to salute this man, a Texan, a gentleman, a true liberal, and a consummate warrior for Peace. RAMSEY CLARK, today 91 and living a peaceful life in New York, is one fellow Texan that I have the greatest admiration for.

Anyone who considers themselves a Democrat in the sense of meaning in today’s climate, must know the record of liberal activism.   Mr. Clark, one-time Attorney General Clark, was and is one of the best examples of valor in confronting the face of American majority public opinion, challenging and helping correct the course of this Nation when it strayed, as it did a number of times during his career.

Since his record is well-documented, even in a documentary film, “Citizen Clark……A Life of Principle,” I won’t write anymore today, but will leave a few links.

Mr. Clark hails from Dallas, mainly my home for many years, and I am very proud, given the negative record the City has on so many points, that we who believe in truth, peace and reconciliation, who were reviled, cursed and spit upon when we protested Bush’s attack on Iraq, can say, “He’s one of us.”

Ramsey Clark at 90: America’s Most Liberal Attorney General and Veteran West Villager (Part 1)




Thanks to the 6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion of WW2 our soldiers finally got the letters and packages from home that had been backed up in a warehouse for some two years!

The “Six Triple Eight” was an all African American female battalion, commanded by Charity Adams, who by the end of the war was the highest ranking black woman in the Army.

These black women did their job remarkably well, in fact, superbly, accomplishing assignments in half the time the Army had directed.  However, we can be certain that our soldiers who finally got an old package gave little thought to the “mail carriers,” and likely had no kind words for the Army’s ability to get the mail through.

A few weeks after Victory Europe day, three of these great ladies were killed in France in a jeep accident.  They are all interred at the Normandy American Cemetery, France.  They are 3 of 4 on the only women buried there.

Here are links you may want to peruse:

6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion