Author: CGAyling

  • I love you today.

    Rituals are important things, they grant us a sense of peace in a troubled world.

    One of my favorite rituals is something I share with my wife. Since it means a lot to me, I’m going to share it with you.

    Every day that passes, I try hard to tell my wife, “I love you today.”

    Some days, when I’m not sure if I have followed this ritual, I’ll ask her, “Did I tell you I love you today?” After giving the question due consideration, she either responds with, “I think you did”, or “Not today.” Since her short term memory is infinitely better than mine I usually bow to her recollection and either say nothing, or correct my lapse by saying, “I love you today.”

    Today I failed to follow my ritual before leaving home for work, so instead of asking her directly I sent her a text that read, “Love you today. 🙂”.

    She replied by text, as she sometimes verbally does, with “Only today ??

    I am more of a writer than a talker, so her text gave me a chance to frame my thoughts in words. My worded thoughts, {refined, as is an author’s right,} appear below. They try and explain why this particular ritual is important to me. I hope they make you think about love, about the things that are important to you, and about the people and living creatures that make your todays bearable.

    Only today… I love you today, for today is the day that truly matters.

    Only Tomorrow…  Only tomorrow might never come, so do today the things you may not get to do tomorrow.

    Only yesterday… I love you every yesterday, for our shared yesterdays are the containers of our deceased todays.

    Now let me ask you this. Where do you spend your time – in the present that every today is, or in imagined tomorrows that may never come?

  • The Face, of Evil.

    If someone willfully, maliciously, intentionally, and repeatedly deceives, injures, and murders others, we would know them to be evil.  Yet we fail to apply the same rules to corporations as we do to people. We must change our thinking.

    Judged by any human standard, the Tobacco Industry is the personification of an Evil Empire. As with all such entities, there are two classes of people. People who support it, and people who are subjugated and victimized by it. This holds true for the tobacco industry. Those who profit from tobacco support it, therefore they are the pawns of evil. Those who use tobacco products, are its subjugated victims.

    You don’t like what you’re reading?

    Interestingly enough, I didn’t much enjoy writing this post. I know it won’t make me any friends, however these are truths that need to be told.  If you don’t want to believe me, I understand fully, I didn’t want to believe these facts either.  Sadly, that is precisely what forms the basis of this post. Indisputable facts.  Yes, I wrap the facts in my passion, but they are still facts.  Verify them for yourself by clicking on the links throughout the article, or even better do your own research.

    You have a choice to make. You can choose to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear and walk away. Just stop reading. But before you do, remember that “All it takes for evil to prevail is for good people to do nothing.

    Still here? Thank you. I believe you are taking a stance for good.  After reading this post, whether you agree or not, you will have another view of tobacco to consider. Though my thoughts will likely be painful to read, they are plain truths as I see them.

    This post is far longer than I like, likely because it has been hovering in my heart for decades. For that reason I’ve tried to structure it into sections. While I don’t expect you to agree with me, I hope my insights provide you with food for thought.

    Tobacco Kills. Period.

    Tobacco kills. Period. You can’t argue with that statement. It is an indisputable fact.

    Indeed many of the male models used to sell how macho smoking is to a gullible public have died directly as a result of smoking. Don’t want to believe me, think that’s just an urban legend? Consider the “Marlboro Man”.  Need more evidence?  Do a little research of your own, the evidence is everywhere. Now, perhaps you’re mumbling some nonsense like, “Well that’s just a few overpaid actors, why should I care?” You should care because tobacco directly affects you, regardless of whether you use tobacco products or not. Every passing day tobacco injures and kills people who use it. You undoubtedly know, or knew, some of its victims.

    Within the USA alone tobacco kills an astounding 443,000 each year.  Let me put that number in perspective.  I live in Columbus, Ohio, it is the 15th largest city in the USA.  Its estimated 2013 population was 822,553.  Columbus is a large, sprawling city covering 223.11 square miles (562.47 square kilometers for the metricated).  It takes the tobacco industry less than two years to systematically murder every single person in Columbus.

    {Edit. Still not appalled by the gravity of this situation?  How about these additional facts, which you can verify on the Centers for Disease Control and Preventions’ official website. One in five deaths in the USA are caused by tobacco.  The number of deaths has increased from 443,000, reported above, to 480,000 annually within the USA alone!! In countries such as China, where tobacco is still advertised as containing magical, mystical, beneficial properties it in no way possesses, the death toll is likely a far higher percentage of total annual deaths.  But lets keep things simple by assuming the same percentage.  This means a conservative estimate of tobacco related murders in China is an astonishing  one and a half million people every single year!}

    So, whether you realize it or not, whether you want to believe it or not, you are already one of tobacco’s victims.

    But you know what? Even if by some statistical impossibility you aren’t directly or indirectly affected by tobacco, you should still care. Why? Because caring about the impact of evil is something moral people do.

    The wrong words.

    Words and the way we use them are crucially important. Words can reveal deep, meaningful truths. Words can obscure vicious lies. The wrong words, are wrong. The Tobacco Industry is masterful in its use of wrong words. Their lies, both implicit and explicit, have tricked billions of people into becoming drug addicts. Their lies have directly caused the deaths of literally hundreds of millions of people. All of the wars combined, throughout recorded history, don’t approach the number of deaths directly caused by the tobacco industry. Consider that.

    I am sympathetic to the victims of the tobacco industry, as I believe we all should be. However, those victims need to look at themselves and realize that the words they use to describe their behaviors are deceitful. It is so easy to deceive ourselves, isn’t it?

    Tobacco users are addicts. Addicts don’t “choose to keep using”. Addicts don’t “have a habit”. Addicts are controlled by their addiction. Addicts have no freedom of choice. Addicts are under the control of their drug dealers.

    People who manage to break their addition are not “quitters”, and they haven’t “given up”.  “Quit” and “Give up” have significant negative connotations – they apply to losers.  So why do we apply them to former tobacco users, who are true winners.  Society needs to stop using these cleverly planted, promoted, and misleading statements with truths.

    Perhaps most important of all, addicts are victims. If you use tobacco products, you’re an addict, and you’re also a victim of the tobacco industry. Stop deceiving yourself. Stop thinking in terms of “habit”, and embrace the reality of your addiction. Stop blaming yourself for your lack of willpower, addiction isn’t about willpower at all. Addiction is an insidious evil thing. You are a victim of unscrupulous, misleading marketing that surrounds smoking in a cloak of glamor it doesn’t possess. The tobacco industry hooked you on drugs, that makes them criminals, and you their victim. Acknowledge that you are a drug addict. Realize how pathetic it is to lie to yourself about your ability to kick the “habit”, if only you wanted to. You think you can, but until you do you can’t.

    Society needs to stop thinking of tobacco users as anything other than they are, namely victims. If people don’t acknowledge tobacco users have a problem, what incentive is there to remedy it? People consistently using the wrong words lets the tobacco industry and its users hide behind shadowy mistruths perpetrated by the evil empire.

    The right words.

    Murder.  When a death is deliberately and callously caused, the right word is murder.

    Addict. When someone has a physical and psychological dependence on a drug, they don’t have a habit, they have an addiction.  The right word is not habit, it is addiction.

    Victim.  Those injured by others are victims. Victims should never be the subject of blame.  The right word is not choice, it is victim.

    Overcome. When you manage to defeat overwhelming odds you overcome. When you win and defeat your addiction, you have overcome, you haven’t quit.

    Evil. There are forces of good and evil, and their reins are held by men.  Never make exemptions for evil behavior.  Call something vile, something vile.  The right words are not tobacco industry, they are Evil Empire.

    The Pawns of the Evil Empire.

    With my premise set, let me now ensure that the pawns of evil know that we know who they are. The pawns of evil are those who profit from the tobacco industry. If you work for a tobacco company, invest in a tobacco company, sell tobacco “products”, pass laws to protect tobacco companies, or do anything that in any way supports the tobacco industry, then you are a pawn of this evil empire. How else can you possibly consider yourself? It is directly because of you, personally, that countless people suffer and die. How does that make you feel? Have you ever even thought about it? How do you appease your conscience? Do you still have one?

    Do you think I’m being harsh by saying that stores carrying tobacco products are pawns of evil? Allow me to provide an analogy. A military general issues an order explicitly instructing a group of soldiers to torture and kill a group of civilians. The soldiers comply. Who is the war criminal? Answer:- Everyone involved in the war crime, from general all the way down the chain of command to the actual soldiers who physically carried out the orders. Tobacco does precisely what the military personnel in this analogy have done, tobacco tortures, maims, and murders innocents. Tobacco is far, far worse than a war crime – tobacco is a crime against humanity.

    Simply because a store owner does not produce tobacco products in no way exempts them from their involvement in the crime. The same goes for every single person who profits from the tobacco industry. From advertising agencies responsible for storyboards for tobacco commercials, to the freight companies that transport the products, to the chemical companies that provide chemicals to process noxious tobacco products. Every single person who profits from the tobacco industry has the blood of millions of people on their hands. Every single one of you commits crimes against humanity.

    And now every single one of you can’t hide behind the excuse that you didn’t know.

    But they employ so many…

    Thinking the tobacco industry should be permitted to remain in existence because it employs so many people verges on the insane. I have even heard people saying we must also consider how many people are indirectly employed due to the tobacco industry. I wonder if they mean those in the healthcare industry? I equate that to saying the Mafia should be allowed go around breaking people’s legs with baseball bats, because doing so ensures the livelihood of not only the mafia, but also of the healthcare workers who treat their victim’s injuries.

    To permit an industry that directly costs society countless billions in medical bills annually,  that murders millions of people every single year, that decimates families who lose their loved ones… to permit such an industry to continue existing because it employs people…  in a word that thinking is insane.

    Tobacco Farmers.

    Don’t tell me tobacco farmers can’t grow anything else. I have personally known tobacco farmers who profitably converted their former tobacco fields to growing cut flowers. I know land used for tobacco production can grow other crops. Regardless, I am not a farmer, and I am not going to get into arguments over nickels and dimes with profit driven liars.

    Even if it were completely true that lands used to grow tobacco could never be used to grow anything else, the inescapable fact is that tobacco farmers directly profit by injuring people. What does that make them? Tobacco farmers are way above the “pawns of evil”, or perhaps they are way below them? Indeed tobacco farmers are the very root of the evil empire that is the tobacco industry.

    Without tobacco farmers, there would be no tobacco industry.

    To my mind, tobacco farmers are filthy, despicable, and immoral scum. Tobacco farmers are on the same level as the most vicious bosses of the most violent drug cartels – except of course that tobacco farmers kill and injure more people than any cartel, ever. The only thing tobacco farmers deserve from society is a long jail term.

    A worthless drug.

    Tobacco is a worse than worthless drug. Tobacco causes immediate and long-term harm. Tobacco doesn’t improve mental or physical performance. Tobacco doesn’t cure a single ailment. Tobacco doesn’t increase virility. Tobacco damages, that is all it does.  But that single deed is more than enough cause for any thinking, moral person to desire the destruction of the entire tobacco industry.

    I doubt I could accurately convey the number of tobacco addicts who have answered my question, “Why do you smoke?” with the answer, “Smoking calms me.”

    Smoking calms you… really? Think for a moment and you’ll see that statement is about as ludicrous as saying, “Since a shot of heroin calms a heroin addict, heroin must be a calming agent.”

    Smoking doesn’t calm people, it temporarily calms their craving for nicotine.  How is a calmed addiction any less an addiction?

    If you smoke tobacco, you’re a drug addict. If you chew tobacco, you’re a drug addict. If you snort snuff, you’re a drug addict. Those are plain, simple, and inescapable facts.

    The essence of addiction.

    Since tobacco is so worthless, why do so many people throughout the world use tobacco products? Because tobacco is a ready source of an incredibly addictive chemical called “nicotine”.  And yes, the tobacco industry has known about nicotine’s addictive power for generations. The tobacco industries knowledge of nicotine’s addictive properties is why they remove nicotine from tobacco at the start of processing, only to reintroduce it when the processing won’t damage the nicotine. Nicotine is the tobacco industry’s not-so-secret cash cow – what better way to guarantee sales than addicting your customers to your products. What other industry is permitted to sell products whose only purpose is addiction? Why is the tobacco industry exempt from all moral laws? Why indeed?

    Nicotine is noted to be a stimulant, yet precisely what it stimulates I can’t imagine. Nicotine certainly doesn’t stimulate the brain, or people would realize how foolish becoming addicted is, and they would immediately stop. Nicotine certainly doesn’t improve physical performance, as evidenced by watching smokers wheezing along behind non-smokers, or by watching those who chew tobacco lose their teeth to gum disease.

    I was wrong, I can imagine what nicotine stimulates – profits for a truly evil empire.

    A matter of choice?

    Tobacco is not a matter of choice. Tobacco is a matter of addiction. It causes addiction at a speed unmatched by virtually all other drugs, including heroin. We don’t listen to heroin addicts telling us, “It’s cool brother, I choose to do heroin.” So why do we listen to those addicted to tobacco saying similarly fallacious things?

    Perhaps it is because the tobacco industry has promoted this issue as a matter of free choice. Indeed they have promoted the idea of nicotine addicts deserving freedom of choice so well that their victims have forgotten they are victims and have assumed the mantle of blame for their addiction.

    Since when do addicts have free choice in their addiction?  Since nicotine addicts are permitted this choice should we not extend the same freedoms to cocaine and heroin users?  Aaahhh, another right word which is never used to describe tobacco addicts. User.

    Tobacco {non-}Education.

    Why does our educational system not tell our children about this despicable, addictive drug? I hear you saying it does. In school, my children have all been taught irrelevancies about smoking. Most of which somehow make it appear as though tobacco is a choice they should only make when they are grown-up. This somehow encourages them to make the choice immediately, because that will show how grown-up they are. The schools haven’t explicitly informed student that nicotine is a physically and psychologically addictive drug. The schools don’t tell kids that smoking as few as two or three cigarettes is enough for them to become dependent on nicotine. The schools don’t tell kids that the most likely drug of all for all of them to become hooked on isn’t pot, or meth, or coke, or any of the other cute sounding buzzword drugs. The drug they are most likely to become addicted to, and never manage to escape, is nicotine. I have four children. I have told them these things, and they have listened. Directly due to my efforts, none of my children use tobacco products. But what about the children of smokers? Not only do they not tell their kids about the dangers of tobacco, they resent anyone else doing the same. Somehow it is deemed to be politically incorrect to warn people about the dangers they are imposing on themselves and others by smoking – perhaps because it impinges on an addict’s “freedom of choice”?

    Note my earlier choice of words, “use tobacco products”. Why did I say that instead of “smoke cigarettes”? This comes back to the inadequacy of our educational system in equipping our children to defend themselves from the predatory, drug pushing corporations that all tobacco companies are. When my second daughter was about seventeen and in her senior year I found a tin of “chew” in her room. When I accosted her, she said something that really shocked me. She said, “Oh don’t worry Dad, I don’t smoke.” I explained to her it doesn’t matter how the tobacco industry gets you hooked on nicotine, all they care about is getting you hooked. The schools had told her nothing about this. Nothing. Only by pure chance did I discover my lapse in time to save my daughter from nicotine addiction.

    There is no such thing as a former addict, there are only addicts in recovery. Don’t let your children become addicts.

    Medicine.

    Please stop trying to tell me that nicotine magically transforms from addictive agent into medicine if it is taken transdermally, or is ingested in tablet form.

    Nicotine is not medicine, and it never will be.

    Which brings me to an important question.  How is it possible that no medications, real medicines, are widely available to cure nicotine addiction?  We have such medicines for heroin, which afflicts a truly miniscule percentage of society.  How is it even possible that no medicines to cure nicotine addiction exist?

    I have no doubt that such medicines do exist.  And I also have no doubt that we don’t know about them because certain “interested parties” don’t want us to know about them.  Am I a conspiracy theorist?  You may decide whether I am for yourself.  As for me, I have my own suspicions which I won’t share on that subject.

    Institutionalized drug enforcement.

    It is only through sheer luck that I never took up smoking in high school. Back then, in the early to mid 1970s, the health risks of tobacco were not widely known by the general population. Smoking was just something adults did. Naturally, this caused adolescents to see smoking as a way to be perceived as adults. {I have never understood why children are so eager to give up their childhoods.} Anyway, along with all my friends I was “smoking” – right up till someone more sophisticated told me I wasn’t doing it right. They told me, “You have to breathe the smoke right into your lungs.” I blew out, and drew a breath through the cigarette. For my effort, I received an immediate, pounding headache accompanied by a hacking cough as my body attempted to evacuate the poisonous tobacco smoke from my lungs. However, that wasn’t the worst of it. When I tried to walk to the sickbay, I discovered my feet were no longer quite touching the ground, but were somehow hovering just above it.

    It was literally the most nauseating experience I have ever had.

    When my sophisticated instructor told me, “Take another puff, it gets better.” I looked at him and replied, “You’re a f…..g idiot if you think I’ll ever do that again.” Apparently he wasn’t, because I never did do that again. Not even during my military training, in which the instructors regularly gave, “Smoke breaks.” What is a smoke break?  A smoke break is where, in the midst of vigorous physical exercise, everyone who smokes is allowed to take a five or ten minute break. Everyone who doesn’t smoke is forced to run laps while the smokers puff away.

    Institutionalized drug enforcement… where you’re forced to take drugs, instead of being prevented from taking them.

    Unbelievable? This by military instructors who believe the lies about smoking having a calming effect.

    Society punishes the victims.

    Punishing the victims. Instead of punishing the pushers, governments punish the victims of nicotine addiction by treating their addiction as a profit center. Governments everywhere apply exorbitant taxes to tobacco products. Do the tobacco companies pay those taxes? No, their victims pay them.

    My wife is a nicotine addict who firmly believes she is to blame for her addiction. She actually thinks she “chooses to smoke”. I wonder if you know anyone else like that? I wonder if you are like that yourself? We’ve been married twenty-eight years, in that time my wife has spent enough on her drug habit to buy four brand new cars. If that isn’t disgusting enough, I estimate that probably thirty percent of that wasted money has been paid to the governments that are supposed to work in her best interests.

    My wife’s father died a truly miserable death at the hands of COPD, caused by lifelong addiction to smoking. She sat beside his deathbed as he struggled to breathe. She held her father’s hand as he died, the direct, painful, irrevocable result of his addiction.  Yet she still smokes, and she still believes “she chooses to smoke.”  She believes it is her fault.

    An evil industry operating outside any moral constraints committed unconscionable acts in order to addict my wife to an utterly worthless drug. Adding insult to injury, they also made her a victim of propaganda which ensures she holds herself to blame for her addiction.

    We should never punish the victims of crime. Yet, in the case of tobacco users, all of society, non-smoking and smoking both, punishes the victims.

    Enough, is enough.

    Governments everywhere count the short-term profits from taxes levied against these disgusting purveyors of addiction as being greater than the uncounted hidden costs of misery, debilitating personal injury, shortened life, and the cold hard cash costs of medical treatment. This financial equation completely discards the grief felt by the loved ones left after tobacco addicts die painful, miserable deaths.

    Our governments don’t serve our interests – they serve the interests of immoral corporations.

    I’ll say it again. Tobacco users are victims who have been deceived by the tobacco industry into becoming drug addicts.

    It is time for change. Let us make the demise of the entire tobacco industry the first casualty in what we must realize is a war to take back our stolen citizenry.

    Interested in more reading ? http://smoking-tobacco.whocanisue.com/

    Is there any good news?

    Yes, and no.  If you are under the age of 40 and successfully defeat your addiction then, per the Centers for Disease Control and Preventions’ official website, stopping smoking  reduces the risk of dying from smoking-related disease by about 90%.  That is the yes.

    As for the no.  The NO, should be massive, and it should also be a plural.  As long as people sit idle, refuse to listen to irrefutable facts, and most of all refuse to take strong action to force their governments to protect them from the Evil Empire that the Tobacco Industry is… well then nothing is going to change.  Before too long tobacco will claim its billionth human life.  Sadly, I suspect that day has already come and gone – but it’s okay as long as we don’t know about it, right? Wrong. Very, very Wrong.

    {P.S. One of the few things I disliked about the Lord of the Rings, to which my own work has been compared, is that J.R.R.Tolkien chose to include “tabac” in the story.  J.R.R.Tolkien glorified tobacco use, just as thousands of other fictional pieces have done since.  Think about how many times you have seen the celebrities of television and movies smoking? Who do you think pays for that subliminal advertising? Smoking is not “cool”, it is criminal. Sadly, the ones treated as the criminals are in fact the victims.

    Should you read my work, “Beltamar’s War“, you will find a culture stripped bare of the things that make humans act so poorly. “Tabac” is one of the many things you won’t find in my tale.}

    {P.P.S.  I actually had someone on Twitter describe this post as “biased lies“.  I accept that I am strongly biased against the  tobacco industry – how could I not be?  The tobacco industry has repeatedly murdered people I love, and I have no doubt they will murder more who are precious to me and to you as well. Indeed, I cannot imagine how any decent person with access to information can be anything other than biased against the tobacco industry.

    However, I strongly resent being called a liar. When I DM’ed the person in question about this, he informed me that the statistics quoted by the Centers for Disease Control are lies. Apparently my quoting facts published by a reputable, unbiased governmental agency qualifies me as a biased liar.  So be it.}

  • Faroene.

    Faroene is one of the principal Heroes within my literal world, Malmaxa. She is also a Warrior, for within Malmaxa no gender distinction exists in the definition of Hero.

    On Twitter, someone asked Faroene to “explain to me exactly what the heck you are”.
    The poem below is Faroene’s response, in character, and in her words. As the author, I merely serve as the conduit between Faroene and the reader.

    ~ Faroene ~
    ~
    My legs are long, my feet are fleet,
    I’ll use their speed, my fate to meet,
    my arms are strong, my swordhand swift,
    boons granted by my Chukrah’s gift,
    ~
    Like blood, my hair is red, my Soul deep, yet blue,
    for recently my heart has been torn in two,
    a man other than my match I met,
    and into my heart, his love hath crept.
    ~
    When comfort in his embrace I took,
    my Soul free from its cage he shook,
    into passion pure and dark I looked,
    such all-abiding love cannot be mistook.
    ~
    I wonder if our love the Gods enraged,
    for when in Ancient Conflict we last engaged,
    into Eternity’s book they scribed a sad, new page,
    for such is a Warrior’s lot, and such our wage.
    ~
    My one true love the Gods laid dead,
    I held him, teary eyes, heart sore,
    till the last Soul tingle to his Chukrah fled,
    as he departed, into Death’s dark maw.
    ~
    And thus does my true love lie lost,
    Within Malmaxa’s walls, I’ll bear honor’s cost,
    A Warrior I am, proud, and true,
    So in Malmaxa, to my match,
    my truths,
    I’ll tell,
    I must.
    ~

    Initially some of Faroene’s poem might seem confusing. If you wish to understand Faroene’s plight and witness her truths, I encourage you to read “Beltamar’s War”, it is the first novel in my Epic Fantasy saga, Malmaxa. Fantasy proves an excellent cover for Philosophy, for within the realms of the fantastic, readers willingly consider thoughts they would never dare dream.

    Should you read my work, and have any questions for Faroene, don’t hesitate to ask her on Twitter where you can follow her as @Faroene. She will answer you in character, however she will not provide any spoilers.  Why?  Because Faroene has no knowledge of forthcoming events.  Faroene is a Warrior, not a Sage – that role is filled by Liaju, whom Faroene has yet to meet.  Should you frame a question to Faroene, please be gentle.  To her,  her world is real – it is ours that seems strange.

    You may also follow me as @CGAyling, and yes – we both follow back.

  • Smooth Waters Run Deep

    ~ Smooth Waters Run Deep ~
    ~
    smooth waters,
    gazed deep in,
    reflect the soul,
    that dwells within,
    into rough and turmoiled sea,
    a troubled soul doth cast her plea,
    look deep if your true desire,
    is with me to quell the fire,
    stay the hand that holds the rope,
    its splash serenity unfolds,
    puts at risk all hope,
    though not a word,
    we spoke.
    ~
    sentences, to souls unseen,
    songs to sing,
    to those
    between.
    ~

    Where does beauty dwell? Within the rough passion of a turbulent sea, or deep within the still depths of an unseen soul?  Is the fate of passion, calm?  Or is the fault of fate when calm succumbs and into passion falls?

  • Reciprocation.

    They say that love makes the world go around, and in a way they are correct. However, to be fully correct perhaps the saying should say, “Reciprocated love makes the world go around.”

    Reciprocation requires more than a single participant. Everything is life is reciprocal, we begin teaching this lesson to our children at a very young age, and hopefully we never stop teaching them, and ourselves, that the act of receiving is improved by the act of giving.

    The lesson doesn’t seem tough, yet so many either forget it or grow to believe that they should receive a little more than they give. Think about that for a moment and you’ll realize this thinking inevitably leads to imbalance. If everyone takes just a little more than they receive, who are they taking it from?

    For someone to gain, another must give.

    Give as much as you get, and balance will return to our chronically unbalanced world.

    Which brings me to the reason for this post. I recently joined a Book Club that goes by the Twitter hashtag #RaveReviewsBookClub. The unique premise of this club is that in order to become a member, and remain a member in good standing, you must read and review the works of other members.

    And there it is. A book club where you do for others, and others will do for you. The essence of reciprocation.

    If you are either a writer or a reader, please consider joining this book club. The club has a wide range of great works by a growing number of independent authors. Whatever your personal preference might be Rave Reviews Book Club has something for you.

    Tempted? Great, then click this link, join the club, visit the blogs and when you’re done vote for the post you enjoy most.

    Let the reciprocation begin!

    {P.S. I would be honored if you mentioned me as your sponsor should you decide to join!  I would be doubly honored if you decided to review my work, “Beltamar’s War” as part of your membership dues, however that decision I leave entirely to you.  Good reading!}

  • Love’s Numbers.

    ~ Love’s Numbers ~
    ~
    What matters it to you,
    if I don’t love one, but two?
    And what matters it to me,
    if you don’t love two, but three?
    Should it matter still more,
    if we don’t love four, but ten-score?
    Or could love’s true number be five,
    is this the number for which we should strive?
    Father, mother, sister, brother, and spouse…
    Yet this leaves no room for our children,
    thus this number would make us… a louse.
    So perhaps love’s true number is six?
    No! No more of these numbering tricks.
    Numbers and numbers that climb,
    but what when these numbers decline?
    Love isn’t about numbers at all,
    love is the song of a passionate call.
    One doesn’t take love from their brother,
    in order to grant said love to another.
    Yet Love always matters my friend…
    ~
    Especially,
    when we fear
    that, for us,
    love might
    …end…
    ~

    Love is such an inadequate word isn’t it?

    Love comes in so many shapes and forms, each unique. Love is never the same, it should never be cause for blame, though sometimes it seems to be cause for shame. Love is not a structured, demarcated thing, yet we are continually compelled to make it so.

    Society, in my mind the source of blame for so many things, tells us how and who we should love. Society demands that we love some people unconditionally, while placing innumerable, unspoken conditions on how we love others. The organized religions approved by society dare to impose laws on love’s ultimate commitment, namely marriage. When it comes to love, all society and religion seem to do is confuse. Do they not understand that love is the one thing the world needs in excess?

    Love is incredibly important to me. I truly believe it improves lives. When we love others we care… and to me, caring is immeasurably better than indifference.

  • An Artist’s Eyes

    ~ An Artist’s Eyes ~
    ~
    Perhaps the mark of an artist’s eye
    is that where others see clouds,
    we perceive a sad sky.
    Where others see ugly,
    we see beauty, covered by a lie.
    Where others see hearts torn asunder,
    we see love, eagerly awaiting plunder.
    Where others see storms,
    artists see all,
    illuminated by the lightning,
    that strikes before thunder’s fall.
    ~

    I hope you enjoyed that little poem. If you’re interested in my motivations for writing it please read on.

    There is truth in all things, we have only the need to find it. Yes, sometimes the truth seems dark and dismal, however it never is. That which is dark and dismal is the deeds that the truth illuminates.

    Likewise is natural beauty found in all things, we merely need to look more closely than we do. Examined with more than superficial curiosity even a dusty little piece of gravel, something we trod on without the slightest thought, transforms into perfectly formed crystals more intricate than anything humanity produces. Are not the most wonderful patterns, and the most varied, to be found when something we define as “transparent, odorless, and tasteless” falls from a chilled sky. Cold grants a new form, and a truly mystical beauty, to water as it is transformed into snowflakes.

    Why do we shy away from those with a broken heart? Do we fear their pain is contagious? Are we so cowardly we fear we might feel it too? Like so many chances missed due to our own inner fears, even a broken heart is filled with opportunity. Broken hearts bleed love, while mended hearts don’t stem that flow. When we perceive pain we should rush to the aid of the injured. It matters not if that pain is physical or emotional, pain tended is pain lessened. Pain shared in comfort forms powerful bonds.

    In modern society so few seem willing to argue. They would rather close their eyes, their mouths, their hearts, and their minds to the chance they might be incorrect. An argument is like a storm. Voices raised in passion are the thunder. Insight into our antagonist’s point of view is the lightning that illuminates who they really are. And as for us, our revealed passions grant them chances to see us as we truly are. Recently I tweeted this thought –

    In passion lies truth.

    Please consider these thoughts the next time you find yourself timidly closing your mouth instead of speaking your mind. The real you lives within your passions. Don’t you want the world to know that special, unique individual?

    {P.S. Within Malmaxa the number six, the precise number of segments to every snowflake ever formed, is held to be the “The number of the Gods.” Why might this be?}

  • Social Justice.

    This post was prompted by a tweet by Candace Brown. It read, “I TIRE of stereotypical stories of us just sittin’ round collecting welfare checks. That is not a ‘black’ problem..its a POVERTY problem

    I have long wondered how the world has become so disconnected with the awful reality in which we find ourselves. While my current experience is within the USA, I believe the problem is worldwide. What problem? The widening gap between the wealthy and the poor.

    Everywhere I look, I find that the poor are held to blame by pervasive, society-wide anti-social rhetoric. What do I mean? Think about the things we’re told with such constant, implicit vehemence they begin to gain credence. We’re not told these things by our friends, who should be the people we trust. We aren’t even told them by the mass-media, who should be the people we trust the least. {Why? Because the mass-media is not “people”, the mass-media is amoral corporations who have no qualms about lying outright.}  No one in their right mind would ever come out and say something so blatantly stupid as, “The poor are to blame for crime.”  No, we aren’t actually told such things outright. However, they are implied with truly frightening frequency.

    Think how many times you’ve seen coverage of the allegedly widespread criminal activity taking place all around us. Now look at the video with a close, skeptical eye. Notice how often low income housing appears. Notice how often people of color predominate. What is the unspoken message? That “those people” are the problem.

    Look at the statistics of people incarcerated.  You can’t help but note how minorities make up the majority of convicted criminals. What is the unspoken message? That “those people” are the problem.

    I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve seen coverage of people selling their food-stamps for pennies on the dollar in order to gain access to alcohol or drugs. These stories are invariably followed by a public outcry. What is the unspoken message? That “those people” should not be getting public assistance.

    And the list goes on… Actually, with me the list does not go on. I don’t buy any of the nonsense the mass-media tries to force feed me. What I see in each of these scenarios is this:-

    There is nowhere near as much crime as the media portrays. Period. In any given group of people there are going to be a small percentage of rotten apples. This is undeniable. Let me reiterate. ANY given group of people, white, yellow, brown, or black. Where is the coverage of the white-collar criminal who steals the life savings from hundreds or thousands of people? Show us the footage of fancy houses, in fancy suburbs, whose fancy driveways are filled with fancy cars. Oh wait, the mass-media won’t do that because of fancy lawyers who will sue them for fancy damages. The bottom line is that we don’t hear about crimes from people with the wealth to buy freedom from prosecution. Simply because we don’t hear about them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

    Incarcerated minorities. Yes, a truly disproportionate number of convicted criminals are minorities. Why? Because a vastly larger percentage of minorities are criminals than the white majority? No, I’m willing to bet that exactly the same percentage of people are criminally inclined in any racial or ethnic group. So then why? Because they are the ones who cannot afford legal representation. Because they are easy marks for a system desperate to find someone to blame, convict, and hold up to a public eye hungry for “justice”. Because being hard on petty crime is much easier than being effective against the really serious criminals. However this statistical anomaly also raises another, extremely troubling question. Why does this bastion of freedom deprive more of its people of their freedom than virtually any other country? {Indeed, the USA jails a greater percentage of its citizens than all but two countries in the entire world.  Including dictatorships and various other extremely oppressive forms of government.}

    Selling food-stamps for pennies on the dollar. Outrageous! Actually, almost unbelievable. Make that completely unbelievable. Does it happen? I don’t doubt it for a moment. What I do doubt is that it is the poverty stricken who do this. I suspect the criminals, from that small, uniform percentage across all racial and ethnic groups, are the ones taking advantage of a broken system.

    Let us talk about Robin Hood.

    Sadly, the much lauded tale of Robin Hood is a two edged sword.  A two-edged sword of which both edges cut the poor in defense of the rich.

    The mythical sword’s first edge raises a false hope of social justice in uncounted people, for everyone likes to think they have a chance of improving their lot.  And if that improvement comes at penalty to the obscenely wealthy then so much the better.  The German word, “Schadenfreude“, describes this rather well.

    The mythical sword’s second edge grants crooks a siren song to sing to the unwary, a song that I have oft heard repeated. It goes something like this, “We shouldn’t take from the rich, in order to give to the poor.” Another version follows this refrain, “Though you can take from the rich and give to the poor, doing so doesn’t lift the poor from poverty, it only removes wealth from the rich.” Have you ever heard some variation on this song? No doubt you have, however let me ask you this… How many times have you heard of a rich person being stripped of their wealth in order that the poor might benefit? I know precisely and exactly how many times I have. Zero. It just does not happen. Ever. Not even in wartime.  Not even during the most violent of revolutions.

    I tire of hearing that the poor will always be with us.  Perhaps in an unenlightened world that might have been true, but no excuse for it remains.  If we are ever to eliminate poverty, then we must stop implicitly blaming the poverty stricken for being trapped in circumstances from which there is no chance of escape.

    That isn’t going to happen until the richest stop stealing from the poorest.

    Social justice isn’t about taking from the rich to “give” to the poor, it’s about stopping the rich from pillaging the poor.

    Yes, I know there are people in their wrong mind. I know because I see the results of their handiwork displayed under a convincing guise of pseudo-reason every time I make the mistake of paying attention to the mass-media.

    The last thing I’d like to stress is something I’ve said many times before, and which I’ll say many times again.

    There is no “us and them”, it takes individuals to make “them”, just as it takes you and me to make “we”. #thought

    Phrased in other words… There is no such person as “those people”, there are only people.

    {P.S. I’m just a man, just like every other man, no matter how poor. Please note that I don’t categorize myself with the wealthy. Not in any way, shape, or form. Not now, not in the past, and certainly not in the future. Like every reasonable human, all I desire is the chance to make things better for my family, with the proviso that by doing so I don’t make things worse for anyone else. If you want to help me improve our lot in life, then please buy and read my work. Reading it is important, since it depicts my view of a more just world. Perhaps Malmaxa will strike a chord for you and help you see that wherever, whenever, and however we are, we are all just people, though of course some are more just than others. But before you do, please grant dignity, thought, and charity to the billions who are far worse off than me.}

  • Two books for the price of {N}one!

    What is Malmaxa?

    That is a remarkably difficult question to answer.  Malmaxa is my vision of a perfect world, filled with imperfect people.  Malmaxa is my Philosophy, couched as Epic Fantasy.  Malmaxa isn’t poetry, however a little free form poem I wrote captures a few of its most essential elements.  The poem appears below.  Perhaps it is first proof of my claim that Malmaxa is like nothing you’ve ever read…

    ~ Malmaxa ~
    ~
    ~ How would a just world be? ~
    No rich, and no poor.
    No government, and no governed.
    No served, and no servants.
    No clergy, and no lay.
    No owner, and no slave.
    No one able to force you to their way.
    No one to prevent you having your say.
    In two words, no disparity.
    ~
    A just world might seem harsh.
    Death would be an end, and a new start.
    Cherished symbols, would be etched in flesh.
    There would be war, with no victory.
    Neither peon, nor royalty.
    Wealth, yet no poverty.
    Farmers, but no famished.
    ~
    A just world is a world where
    loving family are all around.
    Where to be free, we must be bound.
    Where children are safe to play.
    Where people may move, or choose to stay.
    Where cruelty exists, but is held at bay.
    Where none are forced away.
    Where character is held in high esteem.
    Where we all must fulfill our dream.
    Where while lineage means everything,
    it means nothing too.
    Where we must be who we are,
    not who our parents were.
    Where coins are bartered,
    they are not spent.
    Where prophetic dreams,
    from the Gods are sent.
    ~

    A “free” offer.

    Is any offer ever really free?  Not in my experience, however the one I’m making here might only cost you your time.  Your time… the most precious commodity any of us possess.

    We all like to receive something for nothing, yet on that something we generally place little value.  After all isn’t something we get for nothing too often worth precisely what we paid for it?  Okay, stage set, here is my offer…

    Two books, for the price of {N}one.  If you subscribe to Amazon Prime you can check out Beltamar’s War for free, that’s the “none”. Otherwise you have to buy, that’s the “one”.

    But that’s only one book!  Why does my offer say two books?  I am quite proud of saying what I mean, and being mean in what I say. {Or is that “meaning what I say”?}  So yes, I do mean two books for the price of {N}one.  How do you get the second book? Simple, by wanting it.  Once you’ve read Beltamar’s War you’ll know if you want to continue reading the tale.  If you do, then all you need to do to get the second book in the series, is ask for it.

    And how do you ask for it, you ask?  I’m glad you asked!  Post a review on either Amazon or GoodReads, reply to this thread, and tell me how to find your review.  While I ask you to be as honest as you’re able, I make no stipulations on how you rate the work. Replying here gives me your email address, I’ll check out your review, and I’ll send you a Kindle eBook version of Malmaxa II – The Pilgrimage as soon as it completes the editing phase.  Currently that should to be in August 2014.

    Beltamar's War
    Amazon Kindle
    Beltamar's War
    Paperback

    And thus you’ll have two complete books for the price of {N}one!
    This offer will expire, so please act now.

    As an additional incentive, you’ll also have the second book in the series in your hands for at least 30 days before it becomes accessible to the public.

    Still not sold on a potentially zero cost item?  You’re a person after my own heart!  Don’t do anything at all until you decide Malmaxa is for you.  But how can you decide that?  Hop on over to the sample, right here on my blog, and start reading.  The browser you’re using right now is all you need.

    However, before you start reading, be warned.

    {You knew there had to be a catch, didn’t you? There isn’t.} Malmaxa is not what it seems.  It is complicated.  It is metaphoric.  It is foreign.  It is harsh. It is forgiving, and unforgiving.  It is unique.  Malmaxa is quite literally like nothing else you have ever read.

    One of the things I can’t abide is the statement of opinions as facts.  But didn’t I just do that?  I said, “Malmaxa is quite literally like nothing else you have ever read.”  Yes, I stated that as a fact, and yes, I stand behind it.  Read Malmaxa, see the words between the lines, and compare it to any other work of any kind you’ve ever read – you’ll find differences both dramatic and subtle.

    Thank you for your time. Should you take me up on this offer, I hope that not only does Malmaxa raise questions worth pondering, but that you also enjoy my literal world. ~ Charles

  • Black Elks Speaks

    “History is written by the victors, not by the vanquished.”

    Rarely do we have an opportunity to view history from the perspective of the vanquished.  “Black Elks Speaks”, by  John Neihardt, gives us another window through which we may look at the past.  Neihardt’s window shows us a completely different view of history.  A view in which honor and dignity belongs not to the victors, but to the vanquished.

    “Black Elk Speaks” grants a Lakota medicine man named Black Elk a voice, and every reader an opportunity to revisit the past.  Be warned that this is not a pretty past, it is a troubled one, but one from which each of us can learn a great deal.

    Black Elk has a powerful voice, and Neihardt’s work lets us hear it.  Listen carefully and you’ll hear the rustling of the winds, you’ll see the symbols he sees, and you’ll understand that deep down, Black Elk was simply a human – just like you or I.

    Black Elk, was one of the vanquished.  As a youth, he survived the Battle of the Little Big Horn in 1876.  Fourteen years later, in 1890, he managed to escape death at the Wounded Knee Massacre.  Neihardt’s work is presented as a narration of Black Elk’s words, it includes but is not limited to these incidents.

    I have long held that there are two sides to truth.  “Black Elk Speaks” is the other side of the truth Americans generally see.  Through Neihardt’s lens the glorious past does not look as glorious, it looks downright shameful.

    What is “Black Elk Speaks”?

    It is not some fanciful romanticized Cowboys and Indians tale of the sort on which I was raised.  It is another version of the truth, one in which an honorable, dignified, and ancient culture were systematically cheated, misled, murdered, and ultimately destroyed in the name of western progress.

    It is a powerful revelation of how misuse and abuse of power inevitably results in tragedy.  It is a tale of rampant greed allowed to go entirely unchecked.  It is a tale of a government spurring its people on, allowing them to ride roughshod over those who get in the way of their vision of progress.  It is a tale of symbolism misunderstood.  It is a tale of tragedy.

    Is “Black Elk Speaks” a fun read?  Absolutely not.  It disturbed me deeply to learn that, in regard to US History, I had never been told the whole truth.  Equally disturbing is the realization that came with this knowledge, that many of the supposed truths I had accepted were so badly biased toward one side that they amounted to outright lies.

    Why read something that isn’t enjoyable?  Where do you derive enjoyment and satisfaction, from learning, or from being blissfully unaware?

    If we can’t learn from the past, then we should hold no hope for the future.  Black Elk Speaks grants us a glimpse of a past in which many mistakes were made.  It really is a learning opportunity for the future.

    “Black Elk Speaks” is not a “story” or a “tale”, it is another peoples’ truth.

    My further thoughts.

    Black Elk’s version of history differs substantially from my romantic childhood visions of the glorious Wild West, in which the Indians were the villains and the Cowboys the heroes.  My apologies to all Native Americans, please bear with me for a moment.  We have learnt a little of dignity in the last 40 years, we’re starting to understand that terms people find insulting should not be used.  But we still have a lot to learn.  We need to do more than not use derogatory cultural terms, we need to stop believing them.  A substantial part of that disbelief is readily available within “Black Elk Speaks”, which shows us the human side of those we are so willing to dehumanize with derogatory labels.  Once we realize that people are people are people, once we begin to understand that we are all the same on the inside, once we learn that we all have similar aspirations, once we are able to tear off the labels and look at the individuals…  Then we begin to realize that the world is a world of we, not a world of me.  Hopefully we also begin to realize that dignity is not granted by our discarding offensive labels such as “indian”, it is granted by the way we act towards the people we so labeled.

    While we cannot make right the wrongs done in the past, we can learn the other side of truth.  Are knowledgeable people less likely to repeat past errors?  We can only hope they are.

    My exposure to “Black Elk Speaks” distressed me sufficiently to prompt this tweet.

    Western civilization
    is a culture of conquer, and claim,
    everywhere it rides is thunder and acid rain,
    theft,
    without conscience, or shame.

    Who holds honor, the deceived, or the deceivers.

    Where lies shame?  With those whose ancestors faced a ruthless foe and succumbed, or with those whose ancestors were ruthless and destroyed?

    I think human nature encourages us to believe we are honorable, and that our heritage is honorable.  Sadly this is often not the case, {In my  case, my ancestors displaced the peoples of southern Africa.} yet when the evidence shows otherwise, we close our eyes.  We’re good at finding excuses and exemptions for our poor behavior, or for poor behavior exhibited by others that benefits us.

    However when we’re faced with the very real suffering that such behavior inevitably causes, then we start to think that perhaps things are not quite as just as we held them up to be.  That is what I felt in “Black Elk Speaks”.  I believe Neihardt’s work is the very real memories of one man, as told to another.  This isn’t a fictional story, but a translated memory of the events that shaped a person.  Black Elk was actually there, physically present at some of the brutal massacres perpetrated by the US military.  Yes, the author acted as intermediary, yes there is the potential for translation errors, and yes, understanding the symbolism of a culture foreign to your own is very confusing.  However none of those factors matter to me.

    Black Elk was a man, I am a man.  Black Elk wanted a life for his family, I want a life for mine.  Black Elk expected to be treated with dignity, as do I.  We’re all just humans, as humans have been for thousands of years, and as we’ll probably continue to be for thousands more.  Yet to this day distrust exists between the various sub-species of human. Our behavior toward those that differ from us is as repugnant as the behavior of those who virtually destroyed the Lakota sub-species. The lessons in Neihardt’s work are just as applicable today as they where during those tragic times, let us learn from them.

    Black Elk uses symbolism to illustrate his vision of past and future. Unfortunately, as a westerner to whom his culture is no longer accessible, I feel that I miss a great deal of what the symbols he invokes represent.  However that does not in any way detract from the power of Neihardt’s work. Black Elk’s symbolism gives us a glimpse of a deep understanding between man and nature, so deep as to be unity.  Black Elk does not separate and hold himself aloof from nature. Perhaps in Black Elk’s mind the bonding force between man and nature is spirit.

    In western European culture we take great pride in how our spirit remains indomitable beneath the elemental forces of nature.  In Black Elk’s culture, and within the symbols of it which Neihardt’s work presents, I sense an entirely different outlook.  In Black Elk’s vision of the world nature does not attempt to dominate man, thus there is therefore no need to man to be indomitable.  Only when man no longer hears Nature’s call is there reason to fear nature.  In Black Elk’s world nature encompasses man within its benevolent protection.  I see the escape of Black Elk’s people beneath cover of a blizzard as an example of nature’s protection.

    Why do we westerners make the mistake of thinking we can dominate nature?  “Black Elk Speaks” brings home to me how the Lakota people never held this view.  I wonder how it is that our modern, technologically advanced society has forgotten things an ancient culture knows?

    As I said, I’m of western European origin, which means some of the symbols Black Elk considers obvious are not obvious to me at all.  However, simply because we don’t understand symbolism does not make it any less symbolic.  Though the symbolism of a different culture is difficult to grasp, it is still worth making the effort to understand.  Cultural symbolism offers us insights into why people are the way they are.  Ultimately what we uncover, is that people are people no matter who they are.

    “Black Elk Speaks” gives us a glimpse of an ancient culture that is no more, washed away by what we so self-righteously assume is the progress of the western world.  The western world is not the only viable model for successful society, think on that the next time you hear unsubstantiated headlines designed to make you do anything but think.

    Black Elk Speaks brings home the cost of “the right of conquest”.  The vanquished lose everything, while the victors gain everlasting shame. Shame does not lessen with the passage of time, it waits, biding its time until something uncovers it and demands redress.

    Additional reading material on some of the topics covered in this post are available below.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_G._Neihardt
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Elk_Speaks
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_the_Little_Big_Horn
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wounded_Knee_Massacre