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Happy Solstice – Where the Sun is High while we sleep in DENIAL of the RAIN of WAR

“I ain’t draft dodging.
I ain’t burning no flag.
I ain’t running to Canada.
I’m staying right here.
You want to send me to jail?
Fine, you go right ahead.
I’ve been in jail for 400 years.
I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles
to help murder and kill other poor people.
If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fightin’ you, if I want to die.
You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese.
You my opposer when I want freedom.
You my opposer when I want justice.
You my opposer when I want equality.
Want me to go somewhere and fight for you?
You won’t even stand up for me right here in America,
for my rights and my religious beliefs.
You won’t even stand up for my rights here at home.”
– Muhammad Ali

I LOVE his quote!!!

“I’ve been in jail for 400 years…but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people……You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese…..You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality…..you won’t even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won’t even stand up for my rights here at home.” – Mohammed Ali

SOOOOO phenomenal what he said here in that revolutionary time in US history.

BUT, what HAPPENED??? Why did SOOOO many GO & come back maimed in body, mind and SOUL?? My two uncles came back mentally ill. They were genius IQ level in college and came back from korean and veitnam wars mentally crippled. Totally incarcerated in mental hospitals their whole lives – Well, one of them. The other was not violent and was in and out but mentally incapacitated. They didn’t know how to help them. If they use electroshock treatment on my family members who are mentally ill in the 90’s, what did horror did they do in the 60’s??

What horror. Fighting the white man’s war for nothin’. So many BEAUTIFUL people died in WWII. i watch the amazing acrobats of the dancers in the b/w footage from the 30’s and early forties. Where are all those beautiful men? Those beautiful smiling faces of all races and colors. Where are all those happy people?

GONE. Dead in WWII. and, all those that died in WWI. Just walking to their death for Whom? Really?

Was The GREAT Depression engineered to suppress – KNOCK DOWN all those happy people full of LIFE and LOVE from the 20’s?

While US manufacturers made weapons and other machinery FOR the Nazis in WWII!!! Who makes the guns NOW in this world?? I’m serious!!! USA and Russia and the rest. “Its GOOD BUSINESS. To kill,” THEY say to themselves as they cash in again and again.

AND YOU WONDER why they DON’T want to BAN those military rifles from being SOLD to those on watch lists? $$$$$$$$. Period. AND, maybe, ARE they looking for reasons to DIVIDE the world? The county? Are THEY looking for reasons to BAN humans? ARE they looking for reasons to create MORE weapons, MORE war? So they can make MORE $money????

What MARK is on the bullets that killed all those innocent people in #ORLANDO???

USA.

This world is so messed up. Those “running” the world are so messed up. So many people know this and maybe more do not. How many people know that the USA brought the #Nazi war criminals back THIS country to take advantage of their knowledge whether in genetics “research” or warcraft flying machines, etc. THEY CAME HERE! They were BROUGHT here, WELCOMED here and worked in the USA government for the rest of their lives!! USA inhabitants PAID the SALARIES of NAZI scientists who tortured people for years – maybe decades.

This whole “WAR on WAR” WAR on GUNS WAR on TERRORISTS is just PURE hypocrisy. Period.

The government, the powers that be, just tell you what you want to hear. whatever “side” you’re on. They’ll find a way to make you COMPLICIT. Period.

They’ll find a way to trigger your ISSUE and make you PASSIONATE for or AGAINST whatever it is they want you to be SELLING FOR them.

Even your OPPOSITION to “them” works for them. It creates DIVISION. And, THAT’S what they want. DIVISION. Because DIVISION hurts. DIVISION divides. And dividing is painful. It is ruthless. And, it is powerful to DISEMPOWER.

DIVISION is powerless. Period. Its POWERLESS. Powerful to disempower, disassociate and divide to CONQUER.

YOU won’t conquer anything, YOU won’t conquer ANYBODY, YOU won’t conquer NOTHING but your own SOVEREIGNTY.

Your own self DOMINION will be stripped and laid bare on the blood-soaked floor of war.

WAR that you helped create. Because YOU didn’t #StandUP. YOU didn’t #SPEAKOUT. YOU didn’t #SpeakUP. YOU slept. YOU ate. YOU drove. YOU shopped! YOU gossiped. YOU whined. YOU looked the OTHER WAY. UNTIL, one day, you couldn’t LOOK away any longer. And, you turned so that you could SEE. And, WHAT did you SEE? What did you smell? What did you KNOW? What? What was left? What was remaining of your WORLD?

What?

#StandUp #SpeakUp #SpeakOut #Orlando #LGBT #NoGuns #SAVEourWORLD #LOVEwins #LOVE #Heal #HelpEachOther #SarahWest #SarahWestOfficial #TheRealSarahWest @TheRealSarahWest @SarahWestOfficial

© 2016 Sarah West

 

 

Sarah West is a composer, deliverer of Celestial Mystical Operaauthor, psychic, painter, sculptor, poet, lover of beauty, advocate of the abandoned, and worshiper of Souls filled with Spirit. Her books include The Search for the Beloved (CD & BOOK together! A SPECIAL DISCOUNT JUNE SALE now while supplies last), Loving An AngelBreath of Spirit, The Golden Rose, I Remember Heaven. 

Her hauntingly peaceful Mystical Operas are available as 9 CD’s & MP3’s which include: Voice of Eternity (1995), The Sacred Pyramid (1997), Sanctuary (2000), The Search for the Beloved (2001), Sultana (2005), . To purchase, please VISIT Sarah’s site directly as iTUNES sells illegal copies of her music and has another artist with the same name which sometimes confuses people. To be sure you’r buying Sarah’s HEALING STAR MUSIC and paying her publishing company so that she can continue to usher forth these beautiful expressions: Use this site to BUY your Heavenly DOWNLOADS NOW.

Search for the Beloved
The Search for the Beloved (Book & CD) by Sarah West.

“Divine!” – Wayne Dyer 

“Sarah’s music and words will heal and inspire anyone who listens!”
 Larry Dossey MD

Sarah West is able to touch the deepest recesses of the heart, moving them into alignment with the world behind appearances… which humanity yearns for now as never before.”
— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

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Your Body on Coke – Do you really want to “Taste the Feeling”?

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Coca-Cola sugar content for: 1 bottle 16.25 Tsp., 1 per day for a week 113.75 Tsp., 1 bottle per day for 1 Month (28 days) 455 Tsp. — OVER 4 LBS! PHOTO CREDIT: Health Rhodes

Health Rhodes Facebook Page shared by my Facebook friend, Robyn Rutan, made this astute and passionate posting on May 23 to their fans:

Health Rhodes said, “Ok. So I hear a lot of people say “I only have 1 coke a day”. Surely that alone can’t derail or halt your fat loss goals right? Well… Yeah. It does.

“On the left is 1 soda at a whopping 16.25 teaspoons of sugar per 20 oz. bottle. In the middle is 1 week of sodas at 1/day. Yep. That’s over 1 pound of sugar. On the right… 1 month. 455 teaspoons of sugar!!!! Or over 4 lbs.

“Now. I made a post a couple days ago about how the AVERAGE AMERICAN eats 77lbs of ADDED sugar per year and I’ll bet you plenty of people thought well I’m way below that. Folks, 1 soda/day puts you at around 48lbs of sugar/year.

“Now add in twinkies, snickers bars,red bull,salad dressing,cookies,cake,BBQ sauce,… You see my point? Sugar is EVERYWHERE! This is all added sugar. No minerals. No vitamins. Just pure sugar guaranteed to send insulin soaring and storing fat like a pack rat. Still can’t lose those last few pounds? Maybe it’s that extra 50lbs of sugar your having every year???”

Thank you, Health Rhodes, for your wise and loving awakening cry!

I’ll add my cents or sense or scents into this well positioned mix:

I say, “YES, Glory be to thee who points out the Emperor – or, would be Emperor – Has NO CLOTHES!!”

Health Rhodes you so eloquently, kindly scream out: “Maybe it’s that extra 50lbs of sugar your having every year???”

And, I say, Thank YOU! And, MORE:

To say nothing of the rest of the very poisonous ingredients in these horrendous, glossy goblets of goo which have made an island in our ocean the size of Texas composed of the plastics rife with vile venom you drink daily whether housing a clear liquid advertised as “water” or, a cute, bubbly, togetherness, sexy, bedible drink sold to you as “soda.”

That drink is contaminated with known hormone altering toxins so your “water” is not “water” and your “soda” is not an innocent frolic in the park in springtime or, an enraptured night life – with friends – laughing, playing, drinking it up like it was merry music to nullify all ills of your human, dualistically obsessed mind.

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Kris Jenner‘s personalized poison, bedazzled bottle of dazzling Die-t Coke. Gawd, materialism sells toxic drinks. Just another Ad campaign to lure you to your demise – a saccharine stupor to lead you closer to the alzheimer’s of you’re destined for with this as your constant companion.

The only ones who win at this game are the ones selling it and being paid to promote it – to you. They only win, not in making it, but in your buying it, consuming it, and then being so addicted to their secret ingredients that they don’t have to disclose The Truth because they bought out, blackmailed, harangued the IRS, the FDA and FDR and IMDB and ETC that you and I will never know who, what, is inside there in theh shineh’ bot-tel, tainted tox’d up aluminum, plastic, pretty glass bedazzled with your personal Kardashian name on it, or not, that makes you, us, crazy for that brown fizzy swamp water that otherwise you wouldn’t be caught dead in. Would you bathe in a tub of Coke? I wonder.

Swamps have their purpose though and they are filled with joyful plants from small to large for animals with big teeth and small to hide in, feast on and dance among. So, that swamp, I like but, not this cooked up coka, jacked up one.

Some die-hards would say, “Yee haw, yeeeuh!”

Not me. I wouldn’t be caught dead drinking it either. At least not the Coke – or, any other tinseled “soda.”

I’m grateful, ever so grateful, to share something personal, that my own mum never set foot in the house with a silver can of anything! Much less an unnatural thing called soda pop, candy to curdle your gut.

 

Speaking of airy, when was the last time you had a naturally occurring “soda” drink? What if you drank that instead? Yet, those rare mineral waters are all bought up and out by the likes of big business like the Cokes of this world. So, forgeeee’d ’bout it! You won’t be getting anywhere near a natural sodafied mineral springs any time soon. Unless, of course, you’re one of the ones who belong to the families that own it. One of the .0000000001% who produce, promote, distribute and collect money for all the poison sold on this Earth which helps to deaden the minds, hearts, souls, bodies and spirit of all who partake of its lovely fantasia – Monsanto for mosquitoes to bees and this flashy human beverage of buffoons.

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PHOTO CREDIT: DepositPhoto

Like the moth that flies too close to the light – the light that’s hot and burns – and kills – not the Light that Gives and Enhances, Enlivens, Immortalizes and fills you with Real Love, unending Pure Love. 

Nope, not that kind.

Theirs is a confection – literally and figuratively. Made by man not by Creation (choose the name you prefer) Itself. Glued together. Shorn, separated, extracted, centrifuged, consolidated, churned, mixed, poured, packaged and shipped to your front door tossed into your hand – with the gentlest of shoves to get you to shovel it into your very own body practically without consent because are you even conscious when you partake of this poison? Are you even capable of saying “no” to the almighty RED BOTTLE LABEL that lures you with primal targeting meant for your lower regions sending off bells and whistles of expectant ner’ before experienced level of satiation that you just must imbibe?

The question is: why drink IT at all? The only persons who are benefiting are the owners of the company…. The mass seduction selling poison food, poison behavior, poison beliefs… is obscene, shocking and a far cry from what a living creature actually needs to be HAPPY, HEALTHY and FREE!!

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PHOTO CREDIT: The University of Lahore

YOU ARE NOT FREE if you are smoking cigarettes, drinking poison shots of red bull – pardon me, Red Bull (notice the word “bull” the name. That’s a clue), Coke, Pepsi and all other sodas along with many, many, too many other packaged goods.

And, we are not free, if we are isolated into groups which harness their will to the death to defend these ill-making cults of “I can do what I want…”

Spoiled children a great country do not make.

 We isolate ourselves seemingly willingly into cults of cruelty disquised as upholders of Demoncrazy, the “Amercian Way” and all things of Liberty, Justice for all except the ones excluded in the constitution (look it up), and, of course, if you don’t agree, well, then, there goes Democrazy kicking into action and the Liberty of Others is at your will not theirs, so, so much for that Liberty stuff that was never for every body anyway.

Once a slave society, always a slave society. Enslaved or the enslaver. Pick yours and switch at any moment. Wear both hats at the same time even. That’s the American way. Hide those hats, though, behind every glossy lip liner and every vintage or, haute couture tie. Pick your aesthetic: even the Rasta’s have a way with legalizing the possession of women and disconnection of Self through the cult of god substitute.

Disconnection from our Divine Inheritance will always, always, always lead to the narrow hanging rope of rape of another, rape of ourselves, rape of this Earth, rape of anything.

Dominance over women has been going on for a very long time and, I will say quickly and ever so briefly here, the root cause of all the ills in the world. Dominance, entitlement to enslave any human, any creature, any thing, subjugating One to our separate will, and losing all relationship to our Divine Holy Loving Self is what stores up our agony leading us to beat others in one way or another, emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically. To kill, maim, leave lying in the proverbial dust, is the capitalistic way – unless you have some real alive Love in you. But, really, how does one win with glee while it watches others crash and burn? Where does helping others really fit in in this so-called Democracy which is 1/2 a Social Democracy.

If you have disconnected from your own Source Within You, then, what keeps you from terrorizing your own being at the heart of our rage at the Separation from Self?

‘I’m in the land of the FREE and I (Great BIG “I”) am the MARLBORO MAN!’

‘I am the girl in the ad who’s independent and does what she wants, with whom she wants with all the men fawning all over her! Yes, I can! Yes, I can! And, I will, I will do that thing that harms me because BIG BUSINESS tells me so! Tells me “I am FREE! if I do this!’

I am the boy who receives all the adulation we’ve so longed for from momma and poppa when I drink, drink, drink! am the princess whose dreams all come true with tons of presents when I drink, drink, drink this poison drink!’

‘I am the one who forgets my pain momentarily rife with alternating chemicals overriding my Real Self, my real humanity, my real name, my real pain, my real joy and my very Real Spirit which needs no introduction through inebriation.’

Oh, the sorrow that leads us down this path toward carelessness into the boney arms of cancer. In whose bosom are we seeking solace?

Alcohol, cigarettes, Coke has no milk of the Mother to give. The sucker these shiny leadened things offer are all false straying you further from your inheritance you know is somewhere in the vicinity.

You’ve felt it but it seems to flee just when you’re about to reach it. So, you take in substitutes. Everywhere there are substitutes. Everywhere.

You cannot get an education from a consecutive dose of substitute teachers, can you? No. And, you can’t find, get, hold onto, endure the Love that you seek from intolerable doses of heroin-like substances. Yes, Coke is compared to heroin. You’re seeking a Heroine, though, so, I guess the answer is just add an “e”!

“E” for Energy as Einstein said sounds good to me!

 

Well, if only it was that easy!

Maybe it is. We have the keys. We hold the lock in our hands, in our heart, in our minds, our Spirit is always FREE therefore seek that source. Though, as we all know well, that is a tricky abode to enter for prostilitizing of such things is, eerily similarly rife with mockery of the True Self, the Independent Spirit and Power of Peace, the Satiation of Silence.

Be as passionate as the ADS! Seduce yourself back to Yourself!! Live with conviction like you see the violent fanatics do! Take up arms! Arms of LOVE!! LOVE with ferocity! LOVE with conviction! Stop slying away from conflict saying, “Oh, I only want to be peaceful. I don’t want any of that negative stuff. I don’t want to get in the middle of it…..” Blah, blah, blah…. snore FEST!

What kind of people made this world a beautiful place for people other than Creation Itself? What kind of passionate people fought for slavery to end (It hadn’t entirely ended – buh, that’s another article)? What kind of people fought for the rights of Women to Vote? What kind of people stand up for the disadvantaged.

We are all the Hero/ine of our Life Story. But, how often does our early programming of giving in to others bigger and stronger, dominant abusers conditioning our Will to give-in, to give-up! To crumble, stumble and fall ?

The grief that lies hidden just below the surface. The iceberg of tears frozen in fear of more loss, more loneliness, more falling from Grace.

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We are all the Hero/ine of our Life Story. But, how often does our early programming of giving in to others bigger and stronger, dominant abusers conditioning our Will to give-in, to give-up! To crumble, stumble and fall 

The grief that lies hidden just below the surface. The iceberg of tears frozen in fear of more loss, more loneliness, more falling from Grace.

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Snow White’s downfall: the Wicked Witch’s bait: Red Shiny packaging sweetness laced with poison to keep you sleeping, sleeping… sleeping. Don’t wake up! Stay asleep my sheep! Stay asleep so you never rock the Status Quo to and fro!! PHOTO CREDIT: Disney.com

And, we thought the witch in Snow White was bad. Ensnared by that shiny red globe of fruit, the apple of her eye took her to slumber for all eternity.

Snow White’s downfall: the Wicked Witch’s bait: Red Shiny packaging sweetness laced with poison to keep you sleeping, sleeping… sleeping. Don’t wake up! Stay asleep my sheep! Stay asleep so you never rock the Status Quo to and fro!!

A small slip of that irrepressible primal brain again, doing its due diligence to just procreate and create, eat, sleep and do it all over again in the name of Nature. Well, nature also says, “slow down!”, don’t eat that seduction of saccharin! That’s why we need elders!! Are their any left?? We do. We need them. But, that’s a whole other topic – ripe for my next blog post. Stay tuned….

We, also, need our connection with our own deep down unified crystal clear exquisite fashioned She/He Who Cannot Be Named i.e. your immortal Soul, glorious Spirit enshrined for a time in your precious sacrament of a form.

We are not in the land of the FREE when advertising freely manipulates the primal brain with sexually charged ADs promoting fear of not belonging – terror of being ostracized from your divine right if you don’t “go along with the AD’s advise to inhale, chug, guzzle, consume regularly and with utter abandon the things that poison your mind – your actual BRAIN (see VIDEOS of your Brain on Coke) – your body (we know what these things do to our bodies: lung cancer, liver cancer, bowl cancer, brain cancer…), your emotions (how do you FEEL when your high on chemically doctored addictives added SUGAR?

How do you feel when your “high” on the poison if alcholol? Really? Can you be sensitive to another’s needs? Your own? Can you FEEL your Soul?

And, when you’ve smoked a pack a day or even one or two, how many people want to really be around you? What mindset is calling you to trash your own miraculous ecology called the Human Body?

Where is rage when you suppress the nature of your lungs to process grief and JOY?  All that’s left keeping everything down is a very thin sheet of frozen facades.

Buried emotions, unmet needs masking as numbed out senses of the world and yourself. If your not numb, dumb? Mute? In cahoots with the your own enemies who only wish to diminish you, keep you small and powerless, programed and praying, not proactive and exponetialized!!

Failing to launch at every turn, you turn to drug your despair, your rage at yourself for forgoing to fight on, giving up, giving in before you break through…

 

How much of a handle do you have on your rage? Because smoking the poison air of cigarettes is DEFINATELY making you one or the other in which case Denial is the leader of the day.

“What’s In a Cigarette?

There are approximately 600 ingredients in cigarettes. When burned, they create more than 7,000 chemicals. At least 69 of these chemicals are known to cause cancer, and many are poisonous. ” CREDIT: Lung.org

Many of these chemicals also are found in consumer products, but these products have warning labels. While the public is warned about the danger of the poisons in these products, there is no such warning for the toxins in tobacco smoke.

Here are a few of the chemicals in tobacco smoke and other places they are found:

  • Acetone – found in nail polish remover
  • Acetic Acid –  an ingredient in hair dye
  • Ammonia – a common household cleaner
  • Arsenic – used in rat poison
  • Benzene – found in rubber cement
  • Butane – used in lighter fluid
  • Cadmium – active component in battery acid
  • Carbon Monoxide – released in car exhaust fumes
  • Formaldehyde – embalming fluid
  • Hexamine – found in barbecue lighter fluid
  • Lead – used in batteries
  • Naphthalene – an ingredient in mothballs
  • Methanol – a main component in rocket fuel
  • Nicotine – used as insecticide
  • Tar – material for paving roads
  • Toluene – used to manufacture paint

Cigarette ingredient INFORMATION CREDIT: lung.org

 

We have to be in denial – terrible, terrible tribal denial in order to do any of these things, all of these things.

We are pawns – suckers – to the powers that be. We are simply the easily seduced briefly innocent enough to forgo all common sense, all decency, all sense of self preservation, and all senses of our Soul and Spirit that give us Life!

Succumbing to Coke’s campaigns, and the like, we reduce ourselves to very, very small pieces of garbage with the ability only to reach into our shallow or, deep pockets in order to hand our cash – or, anything else that’s the going exchange commodity, for a measly piece of known, scientifically proven poison that we will consume as if if was water to a dying man in the desert!

And, we wonder WHY the Trumpster is having any hayday in the criminal, fixed polls? Because he’s paid for by the same system that SELLS you, us the fear-based toxic commercials who make billions on our willing participation, even gleeful inundation, of baffonery.

Where are we responsible for this world we live in? If you buy the products that are sold on the TV that pushes the idocy of humanity, then who is not culpable?

If we watch the insanity of toxic charades/parades that move across “The monkey box” – as my wise Mother calls it (she used to hide the TV up in the attic when my siblings we little – more on that later. She knew it was trash then and part of TV/movies is still trash. And, some of these programs are Illuminated Gifts to inspire, awaken, enliven and transform!

There are great writers who make shows that comment on our crazy society and some of those shows have the ability to transform human consciousness while watching it.

More power to them. However, if they are not transforming you, uplifting you, showing you yourself where you are blind and know you see and showing you yourself where you are beautiful, enlightened and reminding you that you yourself has the capacity to uplift, awaken and transform yourself and your fellow creatures, then, for GOODNESS sake, TURN IF OFF!

Don’t promote the bad seed(s)!

Why keep plugged in to the Circus of Insanity?

Why help pay for air time of narcissists whose psycho, belligerent, bigoted, racist rants prove over and over again that greedy, selfishly minded megalomaniacs run the world?

Let’s prove them wrong!

Or, let’s just prove to ourselves that we are worthy. That we are not sheeple. That we own our own minds. That we are not possessed by Big Media’s and Big Pharma’s agendas to the point of losing our own Divine One.

 


Stop giving power to the power-brokers. Stop lighting up Wall Street with your constant need for being in the in crowd purchasing whatever they are selling. Stop forsaking all others, and yourself, for a plasticized sense of belonging to a plastic crowd of poisoned, spineless Coke and Marlboro narks who masquerade as your neighbors, friends, co-workers, and government officials – and, maybe, even your family members, who wouldn’t stand up for you – or, what’s right if their life depended on it because they are utterly bought and sold by the conditioning to be of the Status Quo, for the Status Quo and prosthelytize the Status Quo though no Status Quo member will ever, ever, actually, defend, feed, nourish, stand-up for, house or love you – only long enough to seduce you and the next guy or gal or community or country or, world. Stop being that, too!
Become YOU!
They will only do one favor for you: to bury you, gladly, or, just leave you dying amidst their stone, cold heart till they turn on one foot moving on to the next mark of suckers to whom they will sell their laced snake oil and reap the financial and greedy rewards that can only come from poison pocketed intent.  
Save the race and STAND UP for yourself! Stand UP for Life, for Love, for Liberty, Truth that can only come through Humility. Not a weak, self-effacing false ego-driven fake humility rather, real humility that comes through your connection with your Divine Self, your Holy Heart and your Precious Poised in Eternity’s Palm resting peacefully, nourished by Home, Touched by Timelessness, Embedded with Abiding Empathy for all that Lives and All That Is…
© 2016 Sarah West • www.SarahWest.com

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Sarah West is a composer, deliverer of Celestial Mystical Opera, author, psychic, painter, sculptor, poet, lover of beauty, advocate of the abandoned, and worshiper of Souls filled with Spirit. Her books include The Search for the Beloved (CD & BOOK together! A SPECIAL DISCOUNT JUNE SALE now while supplies last), Loving An AngelBreath of Spirit, The Golden Rose, I Remember Heaven. 

Her hauntingly peaceful Mystical Operas are available as 9 CD’s & MP3’s which include: Voice of Eternity (1995), The Sacred Pyramid (1997), Sanctuary (2000), The Search for the Beloved (2001), Sultana (2005), . To purchase, please VISIT Sarah’s site directly as iTUNES sells illegal copies of her music and has another artist with the same name which sometimes confuses people. To be sure you’r buying Sarah’s HEALING STAR MUSIC and paying her publishing company so that she can continue to usher forth these beautiful expressions: Use this site to BUY your Heavenly DOWNLOADS NOW.

Search for the Beloved
The Search for the Beloved (Book & CD) by Sarah West.

“Divine!” – Wayne Dyer

“Sarah’s music and words will heal and inspire anyone who listens!”
 Larry Dossey MD

Sarah West is able to touch the deepest recesses of the heart, moving them into alignment with the world behind appearances… which humanity yearns for now as never before.”
— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

 

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Look Up!

Heaven’s ever present in the magic of the blue birds.
I hear their song and faint ever so slightly at their mastery.
Beauty belongs to no one, yet everyone bears its mark if they so desire.

Look up, my Friend, look up into the Sky, the place where we all come from.
The Earth is not your home though your vessel is born of its dust.
Give thy Ground due honor though in every way you can.
Take care of that which bore your Soul so that you can one day Rise and Fly with wings of the Forever Beasts and see the Sea of Eternity evermore upon thy Immortal Breast.

Lie strong, lie free, lie infinitely in Me, together, we will part the waves of Time coasting currents forever in our midst.

Beauty belies you, my Friend.
Beauty IS You, My Dear Beloved.
Rest, ride free, high and SING thy Glory name is Mine, Thine, and Ours ever will Be.”

 

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Sarah West, singer, Songwriter, Composer, Celestial Mystical Opera, Healing, Music
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Sarah West is a composer, deliverer of Celestial Mystical Opera, author, psychic, painter, sculptor, poet, lover of beauty, advocate of the abandoned, and worshiper of Souls filled with Spirit. Her books include The Search for the Beloved (CD & BOOK together! A SPECIAL DISCOUNT JUNE SALE now while supplies last), Loving An AngelBreath of Spirit, The Golden Rose, I Remember Heaven. 

Her hauntingly peaceful Mystical Operas are available as 9 CD’s & MP3’s which include: Voice of Eternity (1995), The Sacred Pyramid (1997), Sanctuary (2000), The Search for the Beloved (2001), Sultana (2005), . To purchase, please VISIT Sarah’s site directly as iTUNES sells illegal copies of her music and has another artist with the same name which sometimes confuses people. To be sure you’r buying Sarah’s HEALING STAR MUSIC and paying her publishing company so that she can continue to usher forth these beautiful expressions: Use this site to BUY your Heavenly DOWNLOADS NOW.

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— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

— Paul Jones, concert Pianist

 

Dear Friends n Fans!!  I have made a large selection of my CDs available to listen to right from my site www.SarahWest.com for a limited time you can play tracks from all my currently released albums on shuffle any time, day or night, for WORK, PAINTING, ACCOUNTING, CLEANING, SLEEP, MEDITATION, RELAXATION, LOVE MAKING and BAKING!! These tracks transport you into your own TRANSCENDENTAL state of being. ENjoy them while there are available! You can purchase CDs & MP3′s from the tab on my website which will take you directly to my CDbaby page:

CDbaby.com/artist/SarahWest

Please purchase my music here, on my CDbaby page, RATHER THAN on iTunes since other people are selling my music illegally on iTunes. Also, there is another Sarah West from another country who people get us mixed up… THANK YOU

You can buy all the CDs and MP3’s your heart desires  Please REMEMBER to PURCHASE your copies and copies for friends. SHARE THE LINK to my site for others to buy my music.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep your CDs & MP3’s for YOUR listening pleasure only and INVITE others to PURCHASE theirs or buy them as gifts for your friends and family.

We live in a stressed world and these recordings, you will find, palpably shift your consciousness into a serene, enlivened and highly creative state of mind… Connecting with your transcendence, which is what my music does, helps you reach your GENIUS state of being and draw it in to your everyday life for SUCCESS, JOY & WELL-BEING.

I welcome you to comment below or, message me with your experiences with my Healing Star MusicCelestial Mystical Opera…. Warmest WISHES and HAPPY JUNE!! 

 

Movie Review

Infinitely Polar Bear: Decidedly Luke-Warm ‘Till the End

SarahWest.com  Author of The Search for the Beloved

“The movie Infinitely Polar Bear is a script-rewrite of the past with acts of emancipation!” – Sarah West, review

Movie starring Mark Ruffalo and Zoe Saldana
Movie starring Mark Ruffalo and Zoe Saldana

I’m writing in my underwear drawer. What once was my underwear drawer. Its one of those old dressers with a first drawer that is not a drawer but whose face unhinges laying flat to provide a writing desk. It has cubbyholes I imagine for tiny letters, stamps, petite envelops and type A, blank cards for the very well organized and for one who has not much to do otherwise. Can you imagine? A desk covering all your needs that has a depth just over that of your laptop and cubbies for everything available from the 19th century? No space for 12 external hard drives. No card readers. No myriad USB cables…

But I digress.

I am here to talk about a movie.

I just saw Infinitely Polar Bear – I must admit, the title captured me. I have a thing for Polar Bears – no need to go into it now – well, just a hint: I like white a lot and I LOVE animals. Its about a “bi-polar”/depressed/manic polar bear. Well, actually, its about a man, Cam, played by Mark Ruffalo, who calls himself a polar bear to his kids. That’s how Cam names his mental illness. Infinitely Polar Bear is a great storyline, brilliant concept, in fact – on the lines of Running With Scissors, I’d say. Running is utterly riveting and compact with ripe emotional and genius psychological content, Polar Bear not so much. I’m reminded of Michael Keaten’s Birdman but Ruffalo carries none of the striking conviction and weighty understanding that Keaten unequivocally carries in his Oscar winning, emotionally captivating and transformative, transcendent film.

Something’s redeeming about Polar Bear, though, and here’s why:

Its the 70’s and mental illness was as common as in any era and still misunderstood – like now – and, the main character, Cam, is a classic white, “blue-blood”, Harvard-expelled husband to a beautiful black wife played by the exquisite Zoe Saldana. The only thing is, the best actors, for the most part, are their two beautiful children in the film. They are as natural as natural can be. Potent in the right moments and easy to forget you’re watching a movie in others. Graceful and unaffected. The two leads on the other hand… I’ll pick up that theme in a bit.

Mental illness is a complicated thing and living with a mentally ill person is just as complicated. In this production, all the elements are there for a great movie except the element of emotional torment.

You see the time-stamp of 60’s and 70’s style 8mm scratchy, orange-hued film interspersed for character and a jumpy style camera capturing the era’s vibe. Unforgettable is the finest in vintage cars including a just gorgeous china blue Bentley from some bygone era gifted to the male lead from his certifiably looney grand-mah whose illness includes stereotypical blue-blood, tight-wadding turned control freak psychopath. You just get a taste of her enough to clearly spell out the source of things or at least that long line of cogs in a discrepant wheel, that distorted bead on the chain of fore-bearering tyrannical / victim swingers.

Mental illness is hereditary and denial of love is more the cause, in truth, but the psychiatrists have never been great lovers, perhaps, and that’s why they write all the books on the matter and name all the illnesses and never find a cure to boot leaving the “cure” to megalomaniacal pharmaceutical oligarchs.

For me, the movie fails in so many ways but then wins in the end. Can i say my ending review at the beginning – I’ve added to this so we’re maybe in the middle? I feel a little jumpy in the head and insecure. Not that I already wasn’t to some degree, after watching an actor attempt to be bi-polar, I’m enjoying acting out, too. Hopefully, I’ll have something worthy of your time and energy even in my state of slight taking-on-of-the-protagonist along with my lack of an editor – my grammar not so perfect. I do like typing though.

Living with some level of mentally ill family members and the coping mechanisms that all develop in order to survive is something a high percentage of people have in common though many never talk about – “high” is just a guess, an assumption, an experiential, scientific observation. I wear the glasses I put on, ay?

The level of mental illness here in this movie is, I’d say, on the medium level (whatever that means. I’m only trying to clarify the content not be an “expert”. Working with my clumsy access to words). He’s not violent to the degree of actually hurting them. Cam just acts out a certain level of severity with disjointed emotions, words, screaming, doing destructive things, etc. – if you look at just story-line – just the script so to speak – and, compare it to the experience of the movie, of the action, the emotional content isn’t there, its in the story-line and the visuals but not embodied in the acting. This is what I miss.

Such serious manifestations such as in this movie, really, would incite terror, deep grief, profound confusion, outright unhealthy detachment to life itself, and others, and a pressure-cooker rage all utterly untouched in this film by, especially, the main two actors, Saldana and Ruffalo.

The beginning of the film’s scenes are filled with explicitly distraught scenes but the actors barely scratch the surface of the fear and rage and sheer hopelessness that these would incite. Zoe’s character, the mom (I can’t remember her name – Maggie. I looked it up), is trying to get away from Cam to keep her and two young children, about 8 and 12, because he’s expressing a frightening episode. They’re in the car rushing to drive away. You think she wants to get away for good. As they’re about to back out out of the driveway, Cam comes running from behind them dressed only in the reddest of tighty-whities or cheapest of Speedo knock-off’s, screaming not to go and promising he’ll get better. As she puts the car in reverse, he grips the hood forcing it open and smashes about with his bare hands in the engine compartment to pull out anything that will come with his force (think The Hulk. I know, but I couldn’t help it), closing off their escape hatch, he brings his arm out in defiance and victory showing her his miniature, medusa’s head of mangled, tangled engine hoses and wires.

She’s frozen. Then, we see her in the back seat with her kids just holding on, trusting the locked doors hoping they’ll survive his insane possession. Now, this is just the opening scene. You’d think you’d be gripped with terror. I wasn’t. I should have been. All I did was let my mind wander to when my own brothers did similar things – different but similar, some much scarier. There was no emotional charge in witnessing this scene. Either I’ve been healed by some miraculous therapy and detached from the insanity of humanity and can observe now without emotion or, the actors failed to feel. The fourth wall was broken throughout the film. The realm of being lost in the movie took more than half-way through to get me there. It was a lonnnng and superficial foreplay.

As great as Ruffalo is hailed to be, he failed in this one, pretty much for the whole movie. He’s a cute drunk and quirky quack who rages at times but my skin never bristles. Not even once! when he raises his voice as he hits his emotional wall. This should be an emotional roller-coaster ride for everybody who’s in their seats and on the screen in the scene! But, its not. Its flat. Even keeled, almost, with plenty of color and that scratchy vintage film surface to convince you where they want you to be.

All the set decorations are there. The scenes with the crazy rearranging of furniture, of anything and everything for that matter. His disrobing the 1970’s dial telephone for no apparent reason except being compelled to unravel things. Unscrew every box, detach every wire in the phone ‘till its a-jumble, again, like the neurons in his head. He wants the world to mimic his chaotic mind, his lost synaptic groove. He’s more comfortable in disorder. Like attracts like. He’s ungrounded, untethered and unspoken interspersed by seemingly perfect, content moments of domestic cooking-bliss except for the clean-up.

The family lineage of pain wreaks havoc and he’s the bearer of the good / bad news: The final expose of truth, hidden no longer. This should be astounding to witness – a revelation as we go along about humanity’s fragility in the face of cold, fierce, manipulative uncaring witches and warlords to say the least. In his continuation of episodic fits into the middle of the movie, we go deeper. He returns to dismantling everything he can get his hands on: the bicycle comes apart even the spokes of the wheels are splayed in a frenzy worthy of high art Duchamp would most certainly appreciate and both he and Warhol would put a high price on.

At different moments, you see the hoarding factor of his illness. Boxes upon boxes frantically piled up filled with discombobulated items mirroring more of his mania for mangling. Electronics of all sorts packed like sardines anywhere and everywhere. Unlivable disorder. Keeping the crazy going: projects he can toy with, tinker with. Fix. Unfix. Maybe one day he can sort out all these things and he’ll sort out all the craziness of his family-upbringing along with it.

He is good at fixing things on the flip side. He can flip. He can bring order. He can be mechanically inclined not just to leave something unusable and whacked. He can cook, too. That’s his main gift. Back to fixing the mechanicals, for instance, he puts a solid dead-bolt lock on the apartment door to keep his kids safe while he goes out on one of his rampages leaving them terrified and alone. The thin, gold colored sliding chain just doesn’t cut it when he arrives home one night from an binger, alcoholic and all, to find himself locked out, again, by his own kids too scared to let dad in in that state. Rightly so. The first time he came home like that he was kind about asking them to open the sliding latch manipulating them with apparent kindness. The next time not so nice destroying the chain’s existence with one heavy shoulder shove into the door.

He’s sorry as many times as he’s episodic. An addict is an addict is an addict. Though the kind of mental illnesses many suffer from from, most addicts can recover with an intervention and perpetual persistence. This level of mental illness is mostly a mystery to this day (I have my suggestions. Stay tuned and see my website: SarahWest.com) and often is left untreated to the core and simply masked by something to be addicted to – some medications quell the seemingly untamable fierce dragon. At one point Cam is asked by his wife if he’s been taking his meds. He replies, paraphrasing, ‘You know, Lithium has not been confirmed to work,’ gazing into the 3 quite large, translucent capsules he’s poured from the large, bulky bottle he keeps in the medicine cabinet.

Are the size of those tablets and bottle a metaphor for something? They both just looked monstrously large to me – Just saying.

“What works?” we might ask ourselves in the quiet of the night when we have time to ponder the things in the day – and the night that haunt us. What does work? Certainly not this movie. Till the very end. The culmination leaves you feeling complete, resolved, happy even. That’s quite a pill after all I’ve said. Quite an accomplishment. Some kind of healing happened here. Through a perseverance shown but not felt in the movie till the very, very end.

This movie is disney-fied version of something very deep and a story so needed to be told and felt in our era – in every era. Its definitely worth-while and for some, possibly quite satiating, I think, if you’ve never lived through it and know better.

We need to see the roots of insanity and we need to see those who survive and how. I say roots because even these children raised by the insane will have something to tackle. As healthy as they are portrayed in this movie, I’d say it would be a rare child not scared out of their wits and retreating to the closet, under the bed and anywhere else for that matter by this whole scenario or, the opposite of acting out through violence and dominance to compensate for the uncontrolable by trying to control the situation, themselves and outsiders. Though the eldest girl (I can’t remember her name, either, or, the other one for that matter. It just didn’t stick. I don’t even recall hearing it. What does that say? Names aren’t important anyway) is shown with her hair moving toward a fine, respectable bird’s nest, there’s no emotional equivalent in her character for this physical manifestation of distortion / suffering at the hand of a somewhat severely unstable father and often absent mother.

She, actually, is the most confident and outspoken and sane one of the bunch, well, the younger girl is very confident as well and equally sane though more quiet. No child would have this kind of confidence growing up in this environment. I get it that confidence can be a coping mechanism masking the fear of vulnerability and the need to organize the unorganized. Parent the parent which is what they are doing – something of which I know all too well. But, still, there is no real tugging hint of either child’s severe pain only mild annoyances to barely bared frustrations.

The thing they did, the writer’s, is trace a potent, authentic story-line and add a visual which cues in all the depth and on top, light it with strings of resolutions and stances of power that we all wish we had the state-of-mind to say way back when when we were in these hell-filled, demonic scenarios.

The film is really a healing in that way and that’s why it resolves neatly. Finally, someone, everyone, a few, speak up. Stand their ground. Say their truth – even with their fear nipping quite strongly at more than their toes.

Mental illness is rampant, takes many insidious forms and infects our lives on a daily basis. Maybe its our boss. Maybe its our co-worker. Maybe its our underling. Maybe its ourselves. Maybe its all of us. Or, some of us. Politics. Racism. Rape. Pedophilia. Slavery. Trafficking. Poverty. Starvation. War. All the variations on the insanity theme often condoned by the dominant force.

I’ve heard of those who tell tale of their beautiful lives, their happy, unscathed childhoods filled with happy birthdays, meaningful “I love you’s” and supportive words who’s energy would fuel New York City. But, for the rest of us, we are remnants, shards of our real selves and we have to re-collect ourselves back into a semblance of wholeness that will never look like those that were never torn in the first place. We’re patchwork Sally’s and coat-of-many colored Bob’s at best, and worn eyeless, nose-buttonedless, unstuffed animals left by children who are left themselves. We pick ourselves up and sew ourselves back together with a thread and needle in one crippled hand, maybe even a sewing machine with a peddle to boot, if we’re lucky and uber blessed, and weave our tapestry back together better, richer than before, we hope, we pray, we do.

That’s what this screenwriter does. She wove a true tale back into life. Retelling the horrors of her family’s upbringing while she sprinkled it with liberating, healing counter offers. Ones she never could say when she was young. But, hey, we create our reality, right? And, we embody what we obsess over so why not recreate the past? Use our obsessiveness to unshackle ourselves? Polar Bear is a reenactment, a script-rewrite of the past with acts of emancipation!

I guess he’s not that severe. He’s not that severely ill. All his acting-out seems pretty crazy-making but, again, there’s so much niceness, sweetness, happy-go-lucky, candy feeling to this whole film coating the set-dressing of the crazy-lives-here house that I just don’t get it. I’m confused but decide to go along with the disney-esqueness and just be happy. The foreplay was long and oddly shallow and though the finale was short, it still feels good.

© 2015 Sarah West  •  2015-08-01

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Movie starring Mark Ruffalo and Zoe Saldana
Movie starring Mark Ruffalo and Zoe Saldana
Book Review, Reviews

To Kill A Watchman

SarahWest.com, Author of “The Search for the Beloved”
“Shutting away of a story because of not wanting a character to change and become seen in a very, very human light (funny antonym) with the flaws they most fear is a true denial from which this whole problem of racism is born.” – Sarah West, review

Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee
Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee

Originally published July 7th, 2015 a few days before the book release.

My commentary on the buzz of Harper Lee’s new soon–to–be released book Go Set A Watchman

PART I:
To Kill a Watchman or Not To Kill A Watchman. This is the question!

I love how direct a commentator is discussing one of the Great Controversies of 2015 over Harper Lee’s new book Go Set A Watchman set to be released globally this Tuesday, July 14. The strictest security has been in place to preserve secrecy till then. Passions, still, are mounting with polarization abounding having not even read the book! Defendants of the one–and–only To Kill A Mockingbird are a plenty with many a viewpoints lashing about online with every reader chomping at the bit to commit murder themselves on this very new, old book of Lee’s, her original story Go Set A Watchmen – the parent to To Kill a Mockingbird!

Some already have at once closed the book forever before even before opening it simply by reading the opinion of the New York Times front page online review by Michiko Kakutani.  One commentator unabashedly acclaims they will never, ever read Watchman. Another exalts defiantly their clinging to the “old” Atticus and nothing will tarnish his godly perfection.

Is a hero ever perfect? What hero was ever perfect? I guess Atticus was – at least in their minds –  these barnacles of idealism. What world do they live in? The infamous “they”?

But, how deeply do these idealists read Harper Lee’s second generation uber revised, utterly altered expression:  her second book, To Kill A Mockingbird? First published but second creation. First child to survive birth with many operations. But, who was this child before its ginormous make–over rivaling those plastic surgeries in Hollywood today? Made archetypal, sculpted into an epic tale, stripped of its complex humanity and messy real opinions. Smoothed like a well–oiled machine. A perfect story. Not like a perfect storm. Not like an imperfect humanity: messy, coiled and rampant with contradiction.

In To Kill A Mockingbird, published in 1960, her one and only until now, where she does more than hint at the deep seeded inconsistencies of character of our so–called hero? Is a hero a hero when one is simply, he says, “doing what’s right” by the way? Colored by prejudices so rampant in the human mind. What are the underlying motivations? But, I digress. That’s a whole other question…!

I believe – and I LOVE how this new release is building all of these opinions from every direction and pointing out the amazing diversity in human opinion! Reading the New York Times “review” – its waaaaayyyy too revealing by the way – a major spoiler alert it is.

SUGGESTION: Go straight to the comments if you like, and read the review part after you read Watchman.

The COMMENTS are extraordinary! I’m telling you. The comments are such an exquisite cross–section of American and some global weigh–ins. You see wondrous intelligence, deep perceptivity and in my humble or arrogant opinion, you see a lot of judgment and radical denial – head–in–the sand at its best.

I have read many people stating, shockingly in my opinion, that they are refusing to read this new release of Lee’s because it destroys the “perfect hero” of their dreams! I’m serious! There are quite a few comments where people flat–out are trashing the book before they even read it just from reading this New York Times Book review set in bold letters on the front page today! Now, THAT’S obscene to me. This kind of shutting away of a story because of not wanting a character to change and become seen in a very, very human light (funny antonym) with the flaws they most fear is a true denial from which this whole problem of racism is born.

There I said it.

I’m scared of the lash–back from saying that but I don’t see any of those kind of blinders on in other comments so I feel safe that all we humans do have an openness in us for hearing and seeing from varying opinions. And, there is safety in numbers…?

I’m tempted to say it’s as if some are burning the great Library of Alexandria all over again!!!

There is more than one opinion in this world and this is the beauty of our existence. Diversity. Its what creates this exceptional ball spinning in space. How enlightening to have a forum where people feel free to comment though. I find people’s opinions/comments as fascinating as the books themselves… I LOVE that we have the opportunity to hear/read the inner workings of others psyches through the miracle of the internet.

For good or for bad, we humans are filled with a great variety, a great complexity that is at the same time a cookie cutter of one another. We’re a funny blend of unique and seemingly unchanged repeating forms… this magnificent mystery of contradiction is only superseded by the profound mystery of our Love.

PART II:
Capote or Not Capote

To veer off taking a sharp right – or left turn, thank goodness someone has the genius sense to speak up about the authorship controversy over To Kill A Mockingbird!

There have been rumors abounding for decades about how much Truman Capote, Lee’s childhood friend and character in Mockingbird, may have contributed to its final revelation. Some surmise on the extreme, that only through Capote’s efforts did Mockingbird become the masterpiece now voted as the greatest book of the 20th Century.

A commentator who brings to light this issue quotes succinctly about Capote’s well–known character as a braggart to say the least. I never met Capote – do I even need to say? (but how we judge don’t we!) – but, I have listened to him in interviews and through documentaries. Arrogant or not, I think this commentator I’m referring to is quite right that just about anybody would, finally, burst at the seams to report and reveal their contribution to such a liberally acclaimed work of art! And, their description of his character certainly hits this point home through and through.

One thing we do know, Capote had no shame at all about revealing all the secrets of others he knew like those of the high–society folk who saddled up to him after his fame from In Cold Blood. Look for the infamous roman à clef Esquire Magazine article from 1975: “La Côte Basque 1965.”

At rest in his New York Apartment
At rest in his New York Apartment

I don’t believe he could keep a secret of someone else’s though he closeted away many of his own hording more and more, confounding those that dropped away one by one like flies to a foul light more clever than instinct to run from that which can kill leaving those former devotees and prideful clinger–on’ers wondering which secrets were lies and which were truths.

I love, too, that a commentator, honors the truth of Harper Lee’s essential contribution to Truman Capote’s own greatest novel, In Cold Blood. A very real, identifiable, inarguable fact, that it is her research, her personality that so gracefully acclimated to those she interviewed for Capote’s book (those same people who completely rejected Capote on the other hand), etc.  without which, there would be no In Cold Blood as we know it.

And, I must mention, Lee edited In Cold Blood and some say contributed greatly to its writing. So which is it?

Many people are prone to gossip exposing of other’s deep, dark frailties/crimes while they themselves shy away from their fears sealing from sight their own pain. Who wants to look at themselves when they can while away the time being a shill for their own seeming good at the cost of trusting, naïve, arrogant and mournful and not–so–mournful souls. How much did Capote (I just, finally, let myself be conscious of a disturbing similarity of words in his name) create a foil for his own pain with the horrible betrayal of, in–fact, false friends by exposing those deepest held secrets of people who he had let think were his closest friends.

Out of revenge for feeling used himself by those high–society epps, for feeling like a dog–n–pony show was he motivated? Yet, how did he use them? begs the question.

And, too, I have to ask, how did his psyche fair to bear four years of immersion into the minds and entire lives of two… known, ultimately convicted horrendous murderers? I’m scared just to write that word especially in association with the facts that we know from his book. Can you imagine being him? He who delved so deeply into these two’s lives for the benefit, entertainment, education, demonstration, enlightenment of the public, the curious – ever curious at any cost public – the reader?

He who became so close to these two to have ingested, digested, gestated and birthed this baby of a book – his greatest novel? At what cost to him was this fruit of his loins? This named Frankensteinian by–product? He chose it. And, still, I ask, “At what cost?”

What did he think, decide to do in the aftermath of everything? Of the culmination of witnessing the inhumane murdering of two murderers he had come to know so deeply. Twisted. Intimacy with the devil? All for the good of a great story ever told?

Was this his To Kill A Mockingbird? Was this his version of the tyranny of the Deep South’s patriarchal prejudice? Was he commenting on the horrors of two humans or the society which birthed what they became? Was it satire in the end? Was it all a commentary on the horrors of abandoning children? Of neglect and abuse turning into greater abuse, incomprehensible terminal abuse?

How much could Capote bear? How much could he who suffered ridicule and harsher, still, ostracization?

Was he trying to heal a wound, correct a social imbalance, point out the insane hypocrisy of the ruling class who rule and out–weigh others even in their true minority? Was he trying to balance the scales through opening the secret door to the slave owners’ windowless, lightless basement bed–chamber filled with sharp, metal devises of torture?

Is this what Harper Lee efforted to do in her first novel? What some call a first draft? Is the core of Watchman? A “first draft” or the first and final story? It is the final story now? It is the one we will be left with. Indelibly. Like it or not. Read it or not. Watchman is in the air and in our consciousness, utterly, already. Here to stay it is. She has done her work. Prepared the way. For this time. For this work. For our minds to receive her final mission, her first transmission.

Who is this hero? Who is this bigot? Who is this slave owner? Who is this tyrant? Who is this father? Who is this murderer? Who is this policeman, police state? Who is this protector? Who is this betrayer? Who is this Watchman?

She is the opposite of Truman. She kept all the secrets…. other’s and hers… until now.

And, she has opened her door… after all these years.

We may walk in… or not.

We decide.

PART III:  Hers or Not Hers

PS: I can’t wait to read Go Set A Watchman! I’m just – to quote myself – “bursting at the seams” to read it!

Who will ever know what this book was when she first submitted it and how much of it is revision of hers, suggestion from editors, publishers, etc. and how much of it is those business builders fingers plying at her original creation;  we’ll never, never, ever know.

But, what rings true for me, is this book’s worth on its own along with its inseparable off–spring Mockingbird. And, Watchman may, even – actually, bear the fruit of a deeper, long called for conscious transformation that Mockingbird only hinted at. Who was distracted by that “heroism?”

I say “hinted” because I am talking about the quieter truth in Mockingbird that has not been trampled upon and all but washed out (pun intended –––) in this new release of what’s old and original – the Watchman who observes. She observes. Is the Watchman a judger? Is the Watchman a notator. Is the Watchman a Judas? Is the Watchman a savior? It this Watchman a reporter to offer us the change gazing in the shiny looking glass to see what we will see? Are we the Watchman?

……

This author is a woman. She is a daughter born in the south in an era wrought with injustice long held strong by the male dominated domain called This World. Bigger, broader than the South but, colloquial or global, tyranny of all sorts breeds its poisons and engenders its mutants – malformed, aberrant to create something new and beneficial or, torturing and evil all depending on that unique thing called free-will and the strength there of.

SHE wrote this book. This pair – two sides of the same coin. SHE wrote this dueling effort that flanks her past and future as she stands in the center gazing from her perspective in adulthood turning back to her fears, confusions and will to survive her own childhood as she saw other humans NOT survive.

SHE gazes forward to her future by looking at the man who helped make her:  her father. The man whom she idolized as a god, a man who she feared and loathed as she discovered his fallibility and inability to be the hero of her own dreams. A man whose hand bound others and broke them.

Is the dominator always the one who wins? Can he change? Can he open to humility?

PART IV:  To Grow Up or Not to Grow Up / To Speak or Not To Speak

Reckoning ones own flaws is something we all must do to grow up and move on in life fulfilling the destinies toward which our hearts and souls propel us. As we do this, we inevitably face the perceptions and misperceptions of the humanity of our parents.

Because of their imperfections, we may blame for our own or, we may see them, react and grow with awareness and acceptance using it all for fodder in addition to inspiration for the fulfillment of our own lives. Its up to us from moment to moment.

This, to me, is the purpose of Watchman. Though there are many levels, of course, this is one of them.

And, another, to ultimately – simultaneously – call out the horrors of the inhumanity of humanity. Racism is but one. One that has fueled the greatest of crimes. These crimes honed rich and passed on and on until we cannot live in denial and as a product of the sickness of brainwashing whether our own hand is used or we turn away from the truth.

“Don’t Turn Away” this book says, to me. “Don’t turn away.”

Harper Lee says, “Look, now. Look!”

“Look deeper! Take a second look! I cannot die without this truth of mine that is yours being seen… heard.”

“Listen!”

“Listen to me, my story that is YOUR story! This is OUR story!”

“Listen, finally.”

“We must.”

“I cannot die without trying. I cannot die without you listening.”

“Please, listen….”

“Please listen to my story. Please listen to me!”

“Please listen to your story. Please listen to you.”

“Please listen to each of you!”

PART V:  To Save or To Kill

Racism which burns at the very soul of those who suffered for millennia to etch fear into those who remain… to sear powerlessness into the fabric of consciousness like a psychic branding more effective than any chains or iron bars could be.

My prayer is that “Go Set A Watchman” is an ever deeper eye–opener to the truth of our dualistic nature of goodness/greatness/heroism and selfish/small–minded/cruelty/vile violence–beyond–belief that lies in the potential of the human psyche.

What group mentality can engender in those whom we like to see as good. But, turn the corner and what do they do when you are not looking? What power/dominion/dominance/control do “they” still hold over those they see as their progeny?

Is slavery of a race any different from slavery of women? Slavery of children? Slavery of all kinds? Slavery of other? Slavery of ourselves?

Our desperate need to control?

“SPEAK OUT” is what Watchman is SAYING.

Harper Lee is speaking out.

And, THIS is why she was “rejected”. SHE was rejected. HER voice. HER words. HER perspective. HER ORIGINAL STORY was disallowed. HER true story.

I believe Watchman is a true story. It is what she intended to share. It is personal. Deeply personal. It is her perspective on the environment she grew up in. The contradiction of life and of death. The POWER TO SAVE and the POWER TO KILL.

The contradiction of a man saving her life and a man killed out of racism. The contradiction of a man who raised her and a man who dominated others. A contradiction of black and of white. The contradiction of men vs. woman, children vs. adults, humans vs. all others.

Of witnessing the human fight over what is yours and mine. Of what is perceived as pure and impure. Over what is bigotry and hatred, and fear and reprisal, and shame and guilt, and a cycle that cannot free itself without being seen for what it is and then for what it isn’t and then… for what it is again… What it really is… What we all really are….

And this is how the book ends…. opening us, the reader, again, as we were before, but in a new way, to a deeper truth, to look within… to really see. And, hopefully, prayerfully, beggingly and, so too, it is a detached offering, part hopeless, despondent at this point and containing that grain of faith, planting that seed, yet again – This is the hope of all writers, isn’t it? – that, perhaps, we are to really, really change, finally.  We have this opportunity.

What will we choose now?

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Sarah West is a composer & presenter of Celestial Mystical Opera and has performed and taught throughout the world for over 15 years. She has 9 CD’s available and numerous transformational books including her newest release, the 15 Year Anniversary Edition of “The Search for the Beloved”.

Cultural Norms, Healing Our Consciousness, Rape

A Rape on Campus: A Brutal Assault and Struggle for Justice at UVA & How Are We To Be Outspoken & Empowered

Illustration by John Ritter
Illustration by John Ritter

I am posting my response to a quote on my Facebook page commenting on the now infamous article published November 19th, 2014, in Rolling Stone Magazine by Sabrina Rubin Erdely entitled “A Rape on Campus: A Brutal Assault and Struggle for Justice at UVA.”

I wrote it before I actually read Sabrina’s Rolling Stone article. I knew what the article was about because I know what’s going on at UVA in regards to search for Hannah Graham, the missing UVA student, now found and a known victim of a brutal rape and murder and other related murders by the same suspect.

Also, particularly, because I am from Virginia and am now living in Virginia. I frequently am in Charlottesville and the recent tragic rape and murder of a young female UVA student has been all over the media here lately.

The cult of silence around all victims that the schools encourage through subtle and not so subtle means. And, the article culminates in the most current news that went national maybe even international. (I read the entire Rolling Stone article after I wrote the following)

This article Rolling Stone article by Sabrina Rubin Erdely is for EVERYONE. We ALL read this in its ENTIRETY…. Down to the very last word… and share it… with everybody… its a matter of life and death and a matter of everything in between… for all of us….

To read the Rolling Stone Article, A Rape on Campus: A Brutal Assault and Struggle for Justice at UVA, click here.

An outspoken, empowered human being @Stargatez posted the above article on FB tonight with the words:

“If we just loved one another and acted with kindness and compassion and true “finesse” things like this wouldn’t happen! Respect one another and you gain respect, conduct the opposite, you reap what you sow…”

           The above 2 sentence quote was written in the comment area above the article.

The Inconsolable Effects of Rape
The Inconsolable Effects of Rape

Here’s my reply:

Sarah West Let’s see… we’re a Consciousness that is raised on the perpetual abuse of Coyote and Roadrunner and Square Bob Sponge Pants and other abuse demonstrated in supposed comedy – and tragedy – scenarios fed to children – and adults (sorry, i’m simplifying. I’m writing this on my cell phone keypad with my thumbs… inspires brevity, assumes YOU KNOW what I mean … when I don’t furnish what seems obvious to me… plus, its past 5 am and I still haven’t gone to sleep so… )  – of all ages in film and TV all our lives if we watch film and TV… we listen to dialog of people around us i.e. parents etc. Who express their dissatisfaction and dominance simultaneously all the while pretending its love through sarcasm.

We’ve grown up with domestic violence and no one is aloud to speak about it. The shame of outing the abuser is so strong that we don’t even let ourselves KNOW that label applies to us – as in that the label “domestic violence” describes the environment that we, ourselves, grew up in.

Who in their mind has said, “Oh, that’s awful. Its so tragic what people are raised in. Yes, I grew up with difficult things… but, when does it dawn on us, when does the tyranny of force-fed denial and keeping the secret “or else” come tumbling down crashing in on us that – we, too, lived, were raised with what is termed “domestic violence”.

Yes, many have but no matter the numbers, no matter the normalcy, it still leaves a scare – a SCAR! Typo was unconscious. Not surprised those words are so close…

.:.

We’ve heard the words all our lives and – suddenly, it clicks – the words are like a gun cocking that we heard so many times and now we know those words aren’t just for others, but for us, too….

QUESTION:

Why do some who are victims of abuse become abusers and why do others become healers & advocates for transformation? Why do some effort to grow and evolve and see our faults and see help, educate ourselves and change and others continue the abuse through denial and multiple-personality traits of coping and worse yet, become psychopaths, megalomaniacs and sociopaths?

Why do some choose compassion and others choose violence and perpetuate their pain by punishing others?

Why?

I’ve seen all my life since I could first see and hear, the terror in the hearts of those who choose to abuse others instead of have understanding of themselves and others.

I’ve witnessed violence since I could first hear that tore at the fabric of psyches which did not make it thru the battleground unscathed or at all. They became more and more tormented until they self-destructed.

Why do some terrorists make it and some don’t?

Why do some abusers seem to thrive and continue to abuse while their victims wait in vain for them to awaken and then die or painfully continue to acquiesce only to protest in silence or at least out of fear of the terrifying tyrant.

How bullies and terrifying tyrants control their victims through long term programing…. is a wild thing to witness… whether in another or  within oneself….

Soooooo, the question is:

HOW DO WE STAND UP FOR OURSELVES, each other, Mother Earth, our water, innocent animals going extinct, tribes going extinct, air quality now labeled poison i.e. China’s biggest cities, the earth fracked to death, stealing water from aquifers for coal mining, molybdenum mining etc…. moving in on people’s land, killing them by any means, and Taking over…

I mean, we don’t exactly have it in our jeans, or genes, to be compassionate, altruistic much if the time… because if we DID, why the Heaven AREN’T we????

PS I’m sooooo grateful this reality of RAPE CULTURE is coming out…. being exposed at UVA.

Rape has been rampant in campuses (anywhere, everywhere since I don’t know when the first case of rape in creatures was… but, there certainly has been complicit agreement to let it continue all over this world) since campuses began….

And now, just now, after all the victims over so many years who spoke out and who didn’t speak out… the number of voices are making ‘the system’ listen… finally…. it’s a new time…

Perhaps, some tides are actually changing.

The day RAPE is addressed and dealt with as it should, is the day EVERYTHING changes…

For this behavior of “RAPE and ESCAPE”, as I call it, is the same in all these other areas of life… I grew up witnessing rape…

I swore two things when I was 11.

One of them them was I swore I would never get married. I saw marriage as legalized prostitution and a man’s ownership and right to abuse a woman. I wanted no part of that system. Sadly, it’s an interesting journey to take back a vow but that’s another story…

How complicit are all or us, are any of us, who witness RAPE on any level and of any kind? At what age are we accountable to our fellow humans, our fellow creatures, our fellow creation?

How do we even stop the abuse when we have been so trained to be complicit? Really?

We can’t even SEE ourselves? We can’t even HEAR our own pain?

Compassion?

Where, when do we have compassion for oursleves?

That’s where it begins. If we have not it there, here. If we have no compassion for ourselves – if we have no experience with how to give ourselves compassion…. then, we cannot GIVE it to anyone else!!

We cannot!

It is the double bind of well-planned psychosis for the masses
to be bit by an instinct that is not born out of survival
but turned and twisted and connived in on itself
to never fully thrive, to never fully fly,
and to make darn sure no one else does.

Is there ever justice?

Like in the movie Erin Brokovich?

What about all those that already died? There was no justice.

What about all the firemen who went in to the towers to save people, and now, those that lived can’t breath… or pay for their “drugs” prescribed by the allopathy…

Or, Native People’s who’ve been slowly murdered by interlopers who want the land to breed cows and soybeans to feed the overpopulated world no matter what the consequences to the lungs of our earth and the people who’ve lived their for forever….

So, RAPE is an institution. It is a status quo like cowboy hats in the south, like big hair in Texas and tinsel in tinsel town.

And, greed in lawyers… my brain isn’t smart enough right now to say another analogy… you’ve got a smarter one… (its now after 6 am and I’m brief on what’s obvious to me cuz I’m tired and still compelled to express this…)

RAPE isn’t going anywhere as long as we have a closed door, a forest, a curtain AND more precisely:

“It” – RAPE – can happen RIGHT IN FRONT OF US and we will do nothing!

BECAUSE we are CONDITIONED to DO NOTHING!!!

If we doubt, just think… just let our mind wonder… in the privacy OF one’s own mind, choose honesty, and then, SEE… see what you SEE….

It will come to us…

ALL the things that we have seen and DENIED…. all the things that we have HEARD and silenced… any rebuttal…

All the things that we have been SOLD as TRUTH that we BOUGHT without remorse that were, ARE LIES and perpetuate the abusers liberations and lacerations.

JUST to maintain our own STATUS QUO within… and without.

… To not shake up the rattling cage too much to waking the sleeping giant who will one day have enough and will rage like Kali at the lies we’ve all lived as the earth goes on without the humans any longer lying their way into eternity’s safe bosom.

© 2014 Sarah West

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Happy Thanksgiving!!!

The above is an article I just finished writing….

PS i think this is a good Thanksgiving article if there ever was/is one come to think of it.It might seem odd at first but really, who can’t relate to the topic?

Who on this earth isn’t connected, touched by this topic. This is the perfect topic for us because in order to change our reality, we have to be aware of it and share together what our concerns are and experience has been.

We have to come out of the proverbial closet and speak, share, emote, effulge, effervesce, unfurl and bond through the unity of our shared experiences, hidden or out in the open, to connect and experience the one true desire we all have: true intimacy. And, that’s worth having Thanksgiving for!

For instance, as a human in this wild world full of contradictions, trials and tribulations, difficult childhoods to say the least – God bless those of you who don’t know what I mean!!
I mean, if I can wrap my conditioned afraid consciousness so bullied and blind as to walk sheepishly and huddled as close to the tar pit as possible to one day CHANGE and WAKE out of my denial-stupr and welll-trained victim consciousness, I’d be the most grateful soul on (h)eart(h)… along with the rest of those who’ve woken from fear.

Which, who isn’t?

…Really?

Who isn’t paralyzed by fear?

Of something?

In some manner?

Of course, that’s not all any of us are, hopefully, but we each carry some level of fear.. some level of devive that we have to hurl ourselves away from, integrate, grow through, learn from and learn to live with, understand and, hopefully, “transform”.

Don’t we all need to wake up, rise up, empower ourselves to speak our minds more often, more clearly, more honestly?

My article I just wrote: finished editing it just now… wrote it tonight on my cell phone!

.:.

I’d LOVE your opinion if I should post this directly on my blog on my webiste or if i should keep this kind of thing separate: SarahWest.wordpress.com
I am torn… do I connect these parts of me or keep it segregated as to not ruffle the scared feathers of somebody?? i dunno…. i dunnoooo… mix politics with “peace”? 
 
To me, its all the same. But, I’ve had people tell me not to mix them and yet it is all sides of myself… The human and the … what shall we call it? The part that’s not a “part”.
The part that’s not subject to the whims of this earth. The part that’s illuminated by the fragrance of eternity. The part that hums the hymn of Timelessness…. 
 
So, we all have the “human” and the “divine” so to speak… The human: the frail, imperfect, riddled as a yo-yo, a see-saw, driven by duality, addicted to polarity, existing because of fragmentation… and so… there we have it: 
 
Can we MIX the two that are really two at all? That are just reflections of the prism separated as a rainbow or the light unified and integrated to be itself as white light. 
 
The colors on the palate splayed out for an artist to create her masterpiece or them all squished together in a great soup of blackness rich and infinite: The Happy All Encompassing Blissful Void!
 
i don’t know? Can I? Will it ruin something? I don’t know.. 
 
I’d love your opinion of the article and about reposting directly on SarahWest.com
giant hugs to you n HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!
LOVE from thekla n moi!!!
sarah n thekla at thai ginger cary town jul 2014
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inspiration, poems

Fly Free!

In order for the soul to be free, it has to let go…
to abandon the goal…
to reach and relax…

and disappear within the world of opening…
to step from the branch which is clung to…
to rise with the wind….

to be carried by simplicity…
joy everlasting…
empty…
and full… love itself incarnate…
passion buoyed up by sheer ecstasy for life….

welcome to the timeless state…
harken back to nothingness…
spread your wings…

and FLY!

© Sarah West 2013 Sept 14

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