“Spirit Speaks” Politics and Spirituality with NHMS board members.

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“Politics and Spirituality”
A live stream event from the New Hope Metaphysical Society

This event took place on Thursday, February 23, 2017  in which Amy Bortner-Gialuco, Director of the New Hope Metaphysical Society and the Members of the NHMS Board, Gary Schoenberg, John Gialuco, Chas Billera and Scott Allard, conducted a “spirit chat” which was a one and a half hour long conversation concerning the general subject of “politics and spirituality”.

Note:  1)We have divided the video into three separate sections.  You can get to te second and third sections of the video on YouTube from this first section.
2) In all three sections there is a noticeable dark spot at the top of the video.
The dark spot  is the boom microphone from the camcorder.
3) You may also want to fast forward the video at 11 minutes, 15 seconds  to begin again at 15 minutes, 15 seconds. There was some audio glitches during those four minutes).

My challenge to politicians

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I think all politicians should be required to serve, SERVE, at least one month in a psychiatric, mental or amputee ward in a city hospital, and certainly any emergency ward. Then send them back to spend the 54 billion dollars of Trump’s war chest.

Quotes by Dalton Trumbo

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♥      [February 1940] If they say to us, “We must fight this war to preserve democracy”, let us say to them, “There is no such thing as democracy in time of war. It is a lie, a deliberate deception to lead us to our own destruction. We will not die in order that our children may inherit a permanent military dictatorship”.

♣     [1970, accepting the Screen Writers Guild Laurel Award] The blacklist was a time of evil, and no one on either side who survived it came through untouched by evil. Caught in a situation that had passed beyond the control of mere individuals, each person reacted as his nature, his needs, his convictions, and his particular circumstances compelled him to. There was bad faith and good, honesty and dishonesty, courage and cowardice, selflessness and opportunism, wisdom and stupidity, good and bad on both sides. When you who are in your 40s or younger look back with curiosity on that dark time, as I think occasionally you should, it will do no good to search for villains or heroes or saints or devils because there were none; there were only victims. Some suffered less than others, some grew and some diminished, but in the final tally we were all victims because almost without exception each of us felt compelled to say things he did not want to say, to do things that he did not want to do, to deliver and receive wounds he truly did not want to exchange. That is why none of us–right, left, or center–emerged from that long nightmare without sin.

♦     I begin to realize why people believe that Hollywood corrupts writers. But they’re quite wrong. All Hollywood does is give them enough money so they can get married and have kids like normal people. But it’s the getting married and having kids that really corrupts them.

Devil’s Island

♠     The art of lying is the art of the practical. It ought never be indulged in for the pure pleasure of the thing, since over-usage dulls the instrument, corrodes the character and despoils the spirit. The important thing about a lie is not that it be interesting, fanciful, graceful or event pleasant but that it be believed. Curb, therefore, your imagination. Let the lie be delivered full-face, eye to eye, and without scratching of the scalp. Let it be blunt and forthright and so simple that you can repeat it in detail and under oath ten years hence. But let it, for all its simplicity, contain one fantastical element of creative ingenuity–one and no more–designed to capture the attention of the listener and to convince him that, since co one would dare to invent the improbability you have inserted, its mere existence places the stamp of truth upon everything that you have said. If you cannot tell a believable lie, cling then to truth which is always our secret succor in times of need, and manfully accept the consequences.
See the making of Papillon: http://www.blu-ray.com/news/?id=6513

Reply to my friend Mike Tarnpoll

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Mike I don’t know what the file you sent me is or even if I sent it. Life has come down to thinking  that many answers to the present ‘confusion and lies’ leads to the phrase ‘follow the money trail’. I’ve been a landlord for 42 years in a city that has been swallowed by corruption, drugs, killings and fear. With a smattering of faith, love, compassion and births. I think one of the reasons that so many women in the have children is to give hope to the future and their ‘shadowed’ dreams…not shattered. It’s not always about the $$.

 

I have felt and seen too much pain and joy, whether direct or indirect experience (landlords become an unintended voyeur by default). I am also confused with an aspect that I have become. I rent to families with young children..a good thing, and then sometimes, down the road, I have to personally evict those same kids who called me Mr. John. Lunacy. Camden was a sweet, safe working class town with the support of the Italian and Jewish business mentality. The Irish were the tough kids and the police. The blacks were elevator operators and they also shined shoes for a livinhg. The Puerto Rican family’s didn’t even have a footprint, they sold shaved ice cups on the sidewalks. Latino’s were not even here. The American Indian, and there were some…they existed on TV and we felt good when they were shot. And still people don’t know that there is maybe a %10 population of the folks we stole America from. And every group has a one day holiday except the American Indian. I think Jersey City celebrates over 100 ethnic groups every year (riddle me that one).  Like David Byrne said ‘how did I get here, who is this beautiful wife?

 

I do have an idea though…I propose that every politician who calls for war, has to go serve in a nursing home and a hospital ward with the amputees and a tour in an insane asylum for 2 months…a requirement. Then send them back to office.

I will tell you one thing for sure, if the politicians that are responsible for steering this country into chaos ever stop ‘food, water and healthcare’ to citizens…you better find that un-bought ticket to Mexico we talked about in the 60’s. I’m going to be 73 this month and I go to work with my 5th metatarsal  on my left foot that I broke in October. I still where a foot boot 4 months. I have a broken toe on the right foot and diabetes type 2. So Amy and I got to Social Security to see if I am eligible for anything. I can’t apply for SSD because you need to apply before you are 62 or 64. I can’t get SSI because I own property in Camden…regardless that half of what I have is un-rentable because 5 houses have been broken into since last year, as the plumbing and electric wiring was more important in the junk yard than in a home. One house was firebombed by my tenant’s boyfriend, Oh she asked me for her security deposit as the 7 alarm firemen and trucks pulled away from the smoke filled sky on 4th street.

 

Tenant

 

I don’t have the $$ to repair them, let alone keep up the taxes. I don’t receive Social Security benefits because my aunt, who I worked with for 25 years never paid into my SS, just taxes! So I explained to the human android that I have worked since I was 16 and is this is what it comes to???

I’m not complaining because I’m still alive, married and putting food on the table. And now our country is run by a megalomaniac who disrespect women, has robbed many an employee and lined his administration with billionaires and misguided killers. Not to mention wanting to start a war with Russia., China and Iran. WTF!

 

Well when my uncle Gus died at 92 he said Johnny the first hundred years are the hardest, then it’s downhill from there. I felt so much better. Your friend Mr. John. Live long and prosper.

Dear Little One, Release Your Shame

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Dear Little One, Release Your Shame (A Letter from a Father to a Child)

Dear Little One, You have not been perfect. Far from it. Do you remember the time you crept downstairs while everyone was sleeping and snuck the Kool-Aid from the refrigerator? Do you remember how, when you got caught, you lied and said you didn’t do it? You’ve punished yourself for that transgression for long enough. You are forgiven. Release your shame.

You are not the poor decisions you sometimes make.

Do you remember the time you accidentally brought home someone else’s homework, feared getting into trouble for making a mistake, and stuffed the homework beneath our house, where you thought no one would find it? You’ve lived in fear long enough. Release your shame.

You are not the things you do when you are most afraid.

Do you remember the bullies on the playground? You were trying to figure out how to become a man, and with every bruise, you doubted more and more if you could become one. The bruises on your skin became bruises on your heart. Your skin has healed—it is time now for your heart to heal, too. Release your shame.

You are not defined by the bruises you’ve picked up along the way.

Do you remember when you became the bully? Do you remember how you teased that poor, sad, lonely kid on the playground? You’ve wounded people. This is true. But the shame you’ve felt about it is a wound that festers, infecting you and everyone around you. Release your shame.

You are not the desperate things you’ve done in order to belong.

Do you remember all the subtle ways you’ve arrogantly looked down upon your peers? I get it. You think you’re fighting for a spot in a very tiny winner’s circle. You’ve fallen into the same trap as the rest of us. You are forgiven. Release your arrogance, which is really just another guise for your shame.

You are not the games you’ve played and won, or lost.  

Little One, I pray you will release your shame, because the truth is, you are me. Though I’ve written many letters to my own children, this is a letter to you, the child I once was, the little one who still exists somewhere within me. In fact, I think all those letters to my kids have also been a letter to you—the scared, ashamed, confused, and desperate little kid I was and, in some ways, still am.

Little One, there can be no true healing for this adult version of me until there is, first of all, healing for you. So, please, listen closely. Please hear this grace I pass along to you. Please receive these truer words about you:

When you arrived in this world, pink and slippery and shrill, you were good enough.

Life and time and brokenness have caused you to doubt your worthiness—in other words, they’ve caused you shame. That’s okay. It happens to all of us. But if we are to truly embrace this one sacred life, something else must happen to each of us as well—we must embrace this truth:

Nothing has, will, or can alter our original worthiness.

Little One, you have not been perfect. Far from it. But if you can trust your worthiness in this way, you will be free to embrace your people and your purpose with a blessed abandon. So…

Do your best, make your mistakes, be honest about your messes, and move on.

Go ahead, live in fear—that’s part of being human—but confess your fears and invite other people into them. Life is less lonely that way.

Take your risks and take your lumps, but know that your hidden heart is without bruise or blemish; it has always been whole and holy—love from it, live from it.

People will not always be kind. This will hurt. Cry when it hurts. Then, as often as you can, summon your own kindness in return. When you do, be surprised by the joy you find within you.

And most of all, refuse to play the games people tend to play—know that the battle for your worthiness is already won.

Because you were, are, and always will be, loveable.

Together, This Bigger Version of You

Kelly is a licensed clinical psychologist and co-founder of Artisan Clinical Associates in Naperville, IL. He is also a writer and blogs regularly about the redemption of our personal, relational, and communal lives. Kelly is married, has three children, and enjoys learning from them how to be a kid again. You can find him on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+.

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