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7 minutes | Jul 17, 2020
This Is THE Moment. We Must Choose, To WAKE UP!
This Is THE Moment. We Must Choose, To WAKE UP!Or lie forever having not chosen, in our self-made prisons: frozen, floating, in eternal terror found.By A. Yobi B., inspired by photographs on UnsplashI have always been taught that it is easy to point out what is wrong; it is harder to present solutions. I would like to put my support behind a solution I have been hearing about these last several years, “in this moment”.We should seek a full "reconciliation" between the “races”, that is signed, and agreed upon by designates of all concerned groups, by their publicly declared representatives, who have the authority to sign. Then, as Morgan Freeman admonished Mike Wallace during his 60 Minutes interview in 2017,“Stop talking about it! I’m going to stop calling you a white man. And I’m going to ask you to stop calling me a black man.”.~ Morgan Freeman, from transcript, found here.,Then we can make some anthropologists incredibly happy as the term “racism” finally, necessarily, begins to fall out of our language from increased disuse and irrelevance.Ironic that Tingey Law Firm Supplied the Unsplash Inspiration for my art cartoonIn our society, the scales have yet to be balanced.After the Civil War and emancipation, former slaves were told they would receive 40 acres, and a mule, as a part of Special Field Orders, №15, however, after the assassination of President Lincoln, “President Andrew Johnson explicitly reversed and annulled proclamations such as Special Field Orders №15 and the Freedmen’s Bureau bills”. Johnson is considered one of the worst presidents in United States history.We must, as a people, come to terms with our past, through a mechanism all can all agree on. Reparations is a solution with much promise. Then again, I have always been a “jump in the deep end of the pool” kind of person when it came to learning. We don’t plan to allow ourselves to “drown”, in the misdirects, half-measures, and placating “overpowering bombardment” propaganda machines, so we had better start swimming now. Opportunities like this only come once in a lifetime. Now look around you for a minute. This might be our ONLY OPPORTUNITY! Makes more sense to be in a hurry to “get the economy going again”, when the cogs that empower the wealthy on Mt Zues are, through a sudden, unexpected pandemic, empowered themselves with a whole lot of time on their hands to think and learn, and see. Those in “power” at “the leisure of the People”, have a strong urge to continue keeping their status and position. It wouldn't do if the “serfs”, and the “mob” were to realize the situation they are in, and have to *gasp*, exterminate a whole lot of them (just what IS Area 51 for? No, I am not joking. That is some seriously shady government business we pay for and can expect to be shot on the spot for venturing into) Back to reparations, this solution offers a means now, that could balance the economic scales and offer redress of past “sins”. Honestly, this time, RIGHT NOW, could potentially grant us a rare, historic opportunity to put all our issues "on the table", then move onto the more pressing, necessary challenges looming over us.View outside the apt I used to be able to afford in the Richmond Annex. That was over 3 years ago. I live in a trailer park now. Debt free, and I own my vehicle and travel trailer.I have said this time and again, and will till I die, nothing can be strongly bound together after a reckoning, like what is occurring in America now, with the absence of a unifying Truth as the founding cornerstone of communication firmly grounding all we might build together will be.That Truth is, the requirement of Life, is that we must Die. Each of us will face our mortality subjectively alone. To find peace with the absolute certainty of our end, with the absolute uncertainty of whether our consciousness survives this plane, we must be ready for our deaths at any moment. To be ready, we must know we always strove to do our best in whatever circumstances we face in life, because who can ask for more at our end? We can know we did our best because each of us is unique in our form, function, understanding, perspective, and experience, meaning, we are PERFECTLY ourselves, no thing and no one else can live our lives. Therefore, when we live in internal balance between our questioning mind, and our intuitive, emotional heart, we can flow through the moments in life present as possible and accepting all things within their own natural context. It is easier than you think to put the “burdens” of our imaging down, we can accept ourselves “as-is", see the world in its gloriously beautiful horrific Truth, and choose to Love each other, overcome our self-made Fear, and finally, SEE EACH OTHER WHILE WE WAKE, rather than while deaf, dumb, and blind to consequences of own actions, inactions, and the everyday little self-compromises that can, literally, destroy us all. It is TIME, we must WAKE UP! inspired by the labelling of “Troll”, by Marley K.. , Thank you for inspiring me to clarify myself, my hope is that you will accept this as the compliment it is intended to be. Go read Marley’s work when you can. Being stimulated to think deeply is always good advice. The companion article for this piece is here. Respectfully, Adrian ‘Yobi' BlumbergHuman who is aPilgrim | Trail Finder | ListenerFollow and subscribe so we can stay in touch here.Watch for the next chapter in the “We Are Earth” short stories coming soon in The E.S.C. 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14 minutes | May 14, 2020
Being Perfect is So You!
Being Perfect Is So YouWhen someone posed the question, “How Could I Be Valued So Little”, I knew it was time to address the “Imperfection” in the roomYou meant so little, because you failed to see the value of your existence without the validation of someone or something you felt was “better”.The best prescription for this ailment is straight talk. A single dose of irrefutable experiential human truth ought to do the trick.The concept that you must prove your worth to exist through the validation of others is simply irrelevant. There is no need to prove you should be here when you are already here.The first point is counter-intuitive:* you have the absolute right to exist because you do exist.We displace the bandwidth of compassion using “replacements “, which delay self-acceptance of ourselves. Such “replacements” may be identified by oft-voiced, tell-tell signs in statements such as:“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans”,“This town sucks.”“Somewhere else will see me for who I really am, deep down.”“The next relationship is going to prove the others wrong.”“If I drop 20 pounds, I’ll be able to accept myself.”“I am great when they meet me. I am the life of the party, and super interesting, sometimes for years. Eventually, though, they will REALLY get to know me, and then, they won’t want to know me any more.”Also deployed are “avoidances”, or “stalling measures”, often heard as:“Getting ready…”, or,“Not quite there yet…”One of the most insidious and deadly, heartbreaking self-delusions is anything resembling the following:“I am an accident. I should have never been. Someone out there must save me.” Le sigh…know I am sending air hugs, any thoughts, and every prayer. You know, the helpful reaching out only a powerless, yet impotent, curious stranger can be over social media.Fair enough, I can tell you how I stopped the downward death spiral that seeking truth eventually always ends up being, or at the very least, begin to help “enlightenment” out the metaphorical door.Seriously.It isn’t a trick, and if it is, if it works for you like it did for me, who gives a damn?Ready? Is your existential dark humor all set up because there be scary stuff ahead. Yes?Good.Here it is.You are going to die.Wait, what?! My youngest loves small enclosed spaces, much like his father. It gives us rare opportunities to creep the holy living hell out of ourselves, then laugh at everyone else as we tell them about it. The above was within the COVID-19 Pandemic Lockdown announcement in San Francisco and was used in social media to announce the lockdown to our friends. It’s important to have similar humor to bond over.Period.I hate to be the one to break it to you, no one is getting out of life alive.Let me know if you figure out the “One Way to Cheat Death” ultimate viral listicle, I could use the readership boost, otherwise, when you die, rich or poor, pretty or pretty ugly, you will you go through it alone, just like the rest of us.Someone may be holding your young, or old hands, as you gasp out your last fetid smoker’s, or your minty fresh, dentist obsessed, flossers breath, but when we all finally get dragged in front of the final semester exam of life, we will be alone, trust me, no one is your friend when you ask “who wants to go to the morgue”. One of the few saving graces regarding mortality that I can look forward to is even Donald Trump hasn’t figured out how to troll my final experience, yet.What does that mean?That only a rare bird like myself could ever make comedy about a serious thought piece focused on the underlying reality that all of us must come to grips with. That naturally, some will taste better to the corpse bugs than others, and beyond that, no other writer will ever be able to originally use the phrase,THE PURPOSE OF LIFE IS TO DIE.and mean it in the most literal sense possible, while still pulling it off like a 1920’s literary gangster. Your welcome.You see, I must know I always did my best in all situations in my life, given my experience, and the extent of my knowledge in each moment. My thoughts, my experiences, and my decisions are all that ever really matters for me in “the equation” that solves for the absolutely appalling, eternal lack of any knowable certainty regarding what comes after death, or exists prior to birth. Fortunately humor, even dark, twisted humor, is a big part of doing my best, because I accept the experience of death as the one thing I get to own so completely, it the closest I can ever hope to come to describing what the singularity of a black hole feels like in some small, unquantified way, while also permitting the invocation of the name, Niel DeGrasse Tyson in an article, with a straight face, and it actually mean something. Irregardless of whether it means anything to anyone other than me.Who can expect more than my best? That is my ultimate safe zone! What will get me to Death’s Door without flipping out, isn’t the same as what will get you through it in peace. We each have our own death to prepare for.When I was in college, a burglar who thought the house was empty kicked in the door, and was greeted by a naked me, wearing nothing but socks, with the shower running. He was so freaked out by my amazingly hot body and shocking good looks that he put a .38 in me and bolted. I guarantee you that scenario was not even something I could conceive of, to even take a place in line to be the furthest thing from my mind, ever. I would have at least put on shorts if I had known there was a possibility of being on the breaking evening news!I share this story to illustrate how strange my next point will be. It was so beyond my comprehension, for me, at first, to comprehend why on Earth my back door was flying in off its hinges, while I stood nearby dressed only in my socks with no enemies to speak of at all, and become a star on my local news channel, as it will be for most people to even begin to considering the idea that they are, contrary to conventional wisdom, actually perfect. Stay close for the logic here, ok?“ARE YOU UNIQUE.”Is there another you out there in the universe? A copy, exact in every detail, all the way down to your quarks, or are you the only “you”?If your answer is anything other than “yes, I am unique”, I have some ocean front property in Kansas my friend Drew is selling, send me a private message to sort out your interest.Otherwise, by definition, if you are ‘unique’, then no one and nothing can do YOU, better than you.IN FACT, YOU DO YOU PERFECTLY.Seriously, it’s ok to be perfectly you.Take a moment. Marinate in it for as long as you need. I have been stewing on it for years now, and yes, I if I had to learn to look at the face above and LIKE IT, then this will all be easier for everyone, if you start to do the same with your own.I am PERFECTLY ME. In form and function, I am the entire kit and caboodle. I am the only ME. Now. Doing what only I can do. Period.Don’t let anyone tell you different, or tell you that you need to be like this person, or more like that person, or that no one, or only one has ever been perfect. That is a self-deluding lie.My advice comes straight from, well, there is no need to say, “straight from the devil”. Fact is, no devil had ANYTHING on our own ability to self-deceive. We don’t need a Satan. He couldn’t screw us better than we screw ourselves, out of fear, self-loathing, envy, greed, money, sex, drugs, and Teletubbies.There are a lot of things around that can make the fear of death go away. Meanwhile, an idea of what comes after death removes our responsibility to really see what is happening around us, and who benefits from our labor, and mindless, numbed slumber.It’s time. A part of me (feels like it is a big part), wishes there were more time to watch TV, play games, be silly, and forgetful… to stay children a little longer, yet it is time to WAKE UP!Us just accepting ourselves, man, can you picture it?Imagine everyone finally giving themselves a hug, and accepting AND seeing what has been going on while we slept? I hear a “John Lennon” song in the background. There is no need to get puffed up with any indignities or about the injustice of anything really.Just accept that everything simply is.Right now, everyone and anything dear to you should be near to you.Right now, I have you listening to and hearing me. You’re present. No bell or whistles are necessary, huh?Imagine that!Before that bed starts calling out to us again, how about let’s accept at least one truth.Start building firmly on that as a species.Then we can talk about what does or doesn’t need to be done, eh? We’ve have to get everybody awake before we can really assess. I would like to build my house on firm, logical, solid philosophical granite, instead of this sand we all seem to be precariously perched on.WAKE UP! It’s time.Respectfully,A. Yobi BlumbergYou can see the first time I put this all into words not long ago, here.Stay Safe, Start Liking the Face you see in the mirror, warts and all, and Be.★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★
14 minutes | May 12, 2020
Howdy, Interestin' Musin's on the Oil Industry Ya Got There!
Howdy, Interestin’ Musin’s on the Oil Industry Ya Got There!A Response from a Native to Those Predicting the End of OilI do hope there is a smile for ya in this response to your “hypothetical explorations”.Sam Carter photo from Unsplash, Baaaaa!Some Necessary ContextI am just an ol’ West Texas boy, from Odessa, or “O-desolate”, although some people — and I will not drop any names from West Odessa — insist the name of our venerable town is actually, in point of fact, pronounced, “SLOOW-death-a” (and you should draw out the “slow” part, to really get a feel for the sentiment).Now before you or any of your friends think, “Oh no, HERE we go”, I currently live in the Eastern part of the San Francisco Bay Area, have been around a bit having done my duty in the Corps, and I do “artsy” stuff, “philosophize” when I have an audience (usually trapped), and was about to get to work on my second issue of a webcomic called, “The Crux” based on Plato’s allegory of the Cave (Plato was an ancient Athenian). Got my letters from Texas Tech after my service, and I have also even been to that thing in the desert (T.T.I.T.D.) a few times if anyone can believe a West Texan would ever do such a thing.Having any unconservative notions in my childhood home, such as the wearing of t-shirts with “satanic” looking geometric shapes, or listening to the likes of Boston, was tantamount to trying to get Ozzy Osborne to play at the Colosseum, on a Saturday night, or, worse yet, galivanting around town after 11:30 pm, then hanging with “ne’re do wells” at the local International House of Pancakes talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ important. By then, one stood in danger of being associated for life, as everyone knew, as a possible humanist, playing with the fire of liberalism, forever suspected of probably voting for “He-Who-Shall Not-Be-Named” (who, coincidentally, was also a big disappointment when he DIDN’T turn out to be, in fact, The Anti-Christ. That is not to imply that a misunderstanding of the chronological order or translation of Revelations didn’t come into play).No sir, what you HAVE done, is join THE pantheon of anxiously hopeful folks who have been predicting either the diminishing returns of, or the impending end of, or peak and imminent decline of the oil and gas industry, all the way back to the 1880’s (the decade my ancestors helped to establish Odessa).In 1952, M. King Hubbert even put out the first of many, many, *sigh*, many models that also heralded a long-standing tradition of “End of Oil” predictions, complex mathematical models, and declarations of certainty.There are sources, ad nauseum, for the “fact checkers” of the bunch, and you can begin your journey:Here.Now, before I forget,CONGRATULATIONS! All of you have joined a storied and well-educated club of people! That is cause to celebrate! And you seem to have done so organically, so you get the extra points!Choices from UnsplashBrass TacksDown to “brass tacks” then. I was raised in a single industry city in the rhythmic cycle of a “Boom & Bust” region, with the geared economics of a “typical” middle states financial dependence on the oil and gas field.As a younger man, with a young family to support, my 3 to 4 job hustles in Austin wasn’t cutting it, while the necessary access to opportunity was calling from the flatlands.Necessity and singular focus hones what are important when there are little ones depending on you. I knew there were “18-year-olds” pulling in 60k a year, without a degree, out “roughnecking”. It seemed foolish to stay out of the oil field when otherwise I could only pull 32k a year with a college degree, no matter how much I didn’t want to work for the “evil empire”.I was hired within days in Odessa as a chemical dispatcher. I transferred to the “Four Corners” region of New Mexico in 2009 to take over as head of a facility, achieving safety records not seen in the company, before I transferred to a sister company in the San Francisco Bay Area after a 15 month interview, then was laid off unexpectedly, in September 2015.Photo by Makenna Entrikin on UnsplashThis was a massive shift beneath my feet. I needed solid ground.I can assure you that the generations worth of emplacement, maneuvering, and domination as the world’s economic core, the consolidation of power and purchase of governments, and a reading of Noam Chomsky’s work, especially illustrating the life-cycle of the “Petro Dollar”, should be enough context to say that that much manifestation will not easily allow the wealthiest class to be dislodged from its position.Their ability to perform mental gymnastics may even defy all logic, yet they will not be dislodged until they have morphed into, or taken over all of the creations of those ahead of them in that innovation, by hook or crook. The challenge with having power is that one begins to strongly identify oneself as power.Once experienced — power, fame, adoration — those are a challenging illusion, a most seductive siren song to let go of.Photo by JJ Jordan on UnsplashThe structures of clean energy will be methodically bent to their will. Once the ones pulling the “levers of power” are assured of the comfortable transition of what is next to the core of ultra-wealthy families, the structures of clean energy will be rebranded and installed.Yet, my new friends, anyone with eyes that can see, knows all of that, or even the knowledge of what we have known for a long time is not the real point. No efforts, campaigns, revolutions, or legislation will change the basic dynamics of an ancient struggle between those “in power” and those without. This tug of war began with the first villages. Not until enough people WAKE UP at the same time, enough for a critical mass to be reached, will a tip in the scales begin. For that, the people need Truth, and what is Truth?Photo by Ian Stauffer on UnsplashA Pilgrims Progress Finding TruthAs far as this observer, this Pilgrim, can tell, when considering’ all that I, and all y’all can observe, test, quantify, replicate, and know between birth and our eventual arrival at our Final Experience before ol’ Death’s Door, no one has any answers: no one at all.There are some theories that have some pretty deep and logical supporting evidence behind them, but in the grand scheme of things, who has the breadth of view and awareness to see and weigh the truth of things?Bruno Cervesas photo on UnsplashCertainly not me. All I DO know for certain is that we are all going to stand before our metaphorical death’s door alone, faced with the fact that life has always been about accepting and being ready for that singular passage. I am the only one who will ultimately determine whether I can know that I always did what I thought was best, come what may, with the information and understanding at the time. No one else will be there. No preacher, leader, or parent. Just me.Well, hell! Who can ask for more than my best, especially when no one alive knows what the dead know?Being a singularly unique, weird West Texan, then no one and nothing could ever do me better; I do me perfectly, in fact. We each do.Since we can’t take any luggage with us when we go, I reckon how we engage with ourselves and each other is what really matters at the end. I try to ask myself, “what would Love do there? Would Love do that? Is what I am doing Loving to myself, or others?”I try to avoid getting wrapped up in messiahs, or afterlife, or pretend that Love does anything other than accept, hug, wait on me patiently with knowing looks, and bandage me up after I run off a cliff (an action that Love said would hurt, but I couldn’t or wouldn’t see it, and Love still doesn’t chastise or correct me). Love simply does what is needed and loves me.When I take a step back to assess the larger picture, I see the darnd-est thing. Everyone is looking for a perfect man to “return” in the clouds, when what might actually be closer to the truth, is that our connection to Love within ourselves (the concept of being born into sin), begins when we accept our mortality, really accept, and prepare for it.We need to own our own agency, to properly collaborate with Love and each other. This view makes how I engage others more relevant. I must drop expectations, and look for the context of the moments I find myself in.Love was always inside me the entire time. My “sin” was that I had been ashamed of making mistakes, embarrassed really, and looked to others and outside of myself for validation, for love. I slowly convinced myself that I was still a foolish youth, and that I lacked a real understanding in the ways of the world.Meanwhile Love has waited inside me, patiently “knocking”. Not from the other side of a door but knocking out a code in the Morse code inherent in the beat of our hearts, saying, …Well, that is between Love and me. You could ask Love yourself. The process is easy. Begin to accept yourself right where you are, right now.Photo by Melissa Walker Horn on UnsplashA Beleaguered Point?You should be wondering why we seem off track.“When is this going to address oil and that industry? What are we doing in this article?”You would be right in that track of questioning. My personal operational mission is to question myself, others, and anything that does not make sense to me, then share my honest thoughts drawn from my experience. It’s how I do my best as I walk through life. I know the best thing me to do some heartfelt self-evaluation, before I really decide anything going forward. That just might be timely advice for you, my new friends, and everyone else who is interested. At least before we decide anything that affects us all collectively.It seems to me that there is an inherent opportunity here for us to witness, and be part of, potentially, one of the single most astonishing moments in our history. As most of the world has had the amazing opportunity, to not only see the incredibly astonishing resiliency of nature’s ability to rebound from a horribly sustained assault, there is more.All of humanity has been in a dark corner metaphorically cutting itself in its ‘consumption’ of goods, but we have ‘unplugged’ from the system for a brief time.There has not been a time, that I can find, when so many got to spend so much time with Loved ones. I used to joke, “If only Life would take a small break so I can breathe!”.Well, life has given most everyone a break. This “break” comes at a terrible cost, which means that we must honor that cost going forward.Before we dive back “into the suck”, a Marine saying referring to “onerous, yet absolutely necessary tasks”, imagine what our days might be like if we ask ourselves,“What happens if I just, simply, accept who I am? What if I start to see what is REALLY going on? Have I not been seeing things for what they really are? What IF everyone woke from their slumber? Was our trust in our representatives to take care their duties as PUBLIC servants well placed, or did I give up my responsibility somehow?”I hope my points are clear, my friends, not so new anymore. Let me know if you have any questions!Respectfully,A. Yobi BlumbergMe, after the 244th Marine Corps Birthday Ball 2019**Always hold everything up to the “Love Test”, which is asking simple questions like, “Would Love do that? Is what I am doing Loving to myself, or others?★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★
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