Our Year Of Living (Beautifully) Without WalMart

Friday, January 8, 2010

happy birthday, sebastian...


Well, the year draws to a close and begins with this....as ever. As did my life, my youth, my rest of my life.....

Eleven years ago (give or take 10 1/2 months of pregnancy) I became a Mother. What more can be said? (all the words in the world couldn't say it...)

My dear, sweet, lovely, wonderful Sebastian. Who is now a young man....Who is on the precipice of the future. He wants to be a teacher when he grows up. He has already taught me most everything, so I know he can do it, if he chooses.....

The world's biggest heart. The young, broken, resilient heart....The big, meek, outspoken loveable kid.....The big brother I would've wanted....The son I am overly blessed to call mine....The grandson who brings such joy....The brother-protector and playmate....The scholar and wise little man....The pacifist, philosopher, debator, influencer, bookworm, prince....

I want to write his birth story, like I did the others. I will do my best to write it on paper, for him, in the next few days or so, as I have always planned to...But it is entirely too painful to share....To go INto.....

So I stay out here, where I can tell about the boy who is my dearest friend....The son I am maddeningly proud of.....The child who I hope I can succeed in grooming into proper manhood (whatever that will mean when he gets there)....The future father of my grandchildren (maybe...)....The future husband of my daughter in law (maybe).....The one that we all love so dearly.....

He was forced into the world, when he just wanted to stay curled up in his warm mother, and his warm mother I have ever aspired to be..... I have failed more than I have succeeded, in my mind...In his, I don't think I am much capable of failing...even after all of this....even after everything....The love that comes from that child and is gifted to me freely has sustained me through our darkest hours and our brightest moments....And I hope will forever and always....

To say that I love him is far too inadequate....To say that I am some of him, and that I could wish that there is Good in me that is close to being part of the good that is in him, that I honor what of him is me, that I will forever diligently nurture that within him that is his father, and that I hold utterly sacred that within him that is himself, would be far closer to the Truth....

FirstBorne Child....FirstLoved child....Our hopes and dreams are your legacy....You have already surpassed what my former ideas of goodness were, and continue to take my former ideas of greatness and wonder and fly them to the moon..........

Our souls are made of the same starstuff......and that makes me incredibly blissfull...

I love you and adore you and forever will....

Your Momma

bipolar


just in case you ever wondered what it (sometimes) feels like..........

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

One Small Change For Moonstones...One giant Leap for moonstonekind....

So, here we are! Out of the gate and rip roarin' into 2010 (i lie.....yesterday i was rather unable to move, i HOPE today is better...!)


My New Year's present from the Universe was that after months of searching for "Momma blogs" and "Hippie Momma blogs" and "Green Mama blogs" or "Earthy mama" blogs, i finally finally finally found the Motherlode. Quite Literally. I have GreenHippieEarthy Mamablogs to read till I am blue in the face. And this thrills me to no end!


As I was reading them and bookmarking them and feeling less and less alone in the world with each click, I kept finding that there was a common denominator. Lots of them were participating in a challenge set forth in a blog called "Hip Mountain Mama" (http://hipmountainmamablog.com/) The "challenge" (It really looks like a HOOT to me!) is being called One Small Change (http://hipmountainmamablog.com/one-small-change/)


The premise is that you (and your families) find one small change you can make for a month, each month until Earth Day in April. Each month you blog how the past month went and what you are doing next.


I have been contemplating this for four days now. It is really interesting how dichotomous I (we moonstones) are with our "Greenliness" :) We do far more than most people where we live-though I am always pleasantly surprised to see how many people in town do recycle, among other things. But at the moment we are doing much less than I would like.


So I am RIPE for small change! And without further ado--you know how I just LOVE ado....


The small change that we Moonstones will be making in January is to use our reusable shopping bags again. I have sort of fallen off the wagon for some reason. It is time that we get back on. The change i WANT to make is to use Oil Lamps at night. So I will update, maybe midmonth, if i can find one I would like to buy and get one/some. But for sure...NO MORE PLASTIC BAGS! EVER! :) (Especially since I now am sewing the great Paper, Plastic, or GORGEOUS bags...it only makes sense (feels like a whore in church....not that there is anything wrong with either of those things separately ;) )

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I know it is small, but I have big ideas for the other three months and I just wanna join in and be a part of this and do wonderful things with these beautiful mama's I have been reading about.


What will your small change be??? Leave it in the comments, and be sure to visit the site to learn more!


***Some Ideas off the HipMountainMama site are........*****(ones we moonstones already do are in GREEN :) )

Recycle, use cloth napkins, try cloth diapering, replace your bulbs with LED or CFL bulbs, turn off your lights, use natural cleaning products or make your own, drive your car less, buy a hybrid, turn your thermostat down, use the sun to warm your home through passive solar heat, bring your own bags to the store, install a low flow shower head, stop buying bottled water, unplug it, bring more plants into your home, always print double sided, when getting rid of things consider freecycle, craigslist or ebay (do not throw out as someone else is surely able to get some use out of it), support local farms and try to eat local, purchase wind power if it is available in your area, purchase products made with natural materials and that can be reused, purchase recycled paper products, use rags instead of paper towels to clean up messes, use reusable lunch sacks, buy organic, landscape responsibly by reducing the use of water needed, donate time and/or money to green efforts, elimate the use of toilet paper by using family cloths, don’t flush every time, put a brick or something heavy it he back of your toilet so it uses less water when flushed.


sooooooo excited! aren't you!??!

Monday, January 4, 2010

the faded glory of the goddess shall return....





SPREAD THE WORD! visit the channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/cveitch

and the website.... www.cveitch.org

This was in my inbox on christmas eve morning. One of the best gifts I got....enjoy. Pass IT on..... :)


Text To Faded Glory Of The Goddess
I wish to begin with a poem I wrote in February 2004 after a close friend of mine came to me for help after she was sedated and violently raped after a late night ending of her shift at the bar where she worked. It was the bar manager, though this was never been proven in court. The man who did this walks free. I hope his spiritual awakening allows him to reconcile himself with what he has done. We have all done bad things, and we must forgive now, moving forward.

I want to read this poem out to show how easy it is to fall into feelings of rage, of retribution, of revenge. We are, after all, human, and when we see terrible things happen to those we love, we yearn for justice.


Dark February (Written 10th February, 2004)

Little sister now, but this I thought before,

You wouldn’t tell me why

Tears welled the lower lids,

But on a sofa

You broke down

And told me.

The rage is a pillaged village

The rage is hate

And the battalions storm Hell

To tear, kill, rip and annihilate.

I love you

Little sister.

Pale skin now peppered

You don’t remember how

This thing

This monster,

Came to cover you with darkest bruises.

I’ll hang him upside down,

Slit his throat,

Laughing, revenging, restoring

Just a little order, little sister.

Then you told me what you wanted to deny

What anyone would want to deny,

I sat trembling,

Dumbly held your hand,

And watched you cry.

The doctor said it’s true

This thing you thought he’d done to you

Was done.

The ticking slowed in time to my pupils

Widening with my sorrow,

I wish it wasn’t true today

But it’ll only fade tomorrow.

Men have gone to war over smaller matters

Tearing through battlefields with one small thought.

With you, my world has been moved a little out of touch,

And I remembered the father

That shot the man dead

Who’d plucked petals

Out from his daughter’s head.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I do not speak to all the people who are already awoken from the mass hypnosis of our programmed culture, I speak to the great number of people who still slumber on and feel that something is not quite right. Perhaps you are angry, perhaps you feel you have been dealt a bad hand in the game of life. I am here to tell you that you have been dealt an amazing hand. Why? Because you are alive and listening to this message which comes to you from the one great consciousness called reality.

We are faced around the world with a situation so subtle, so all-pervasive, and so monstrous that to even talk about it is difficult, because it is hard to pin down. I will try to be concise then, so that we do not waste time.

Like yourself, I was born into bondage on Planet Earth, I was numbered and registered upon my birth and put into the schooling system so that my mind and soul could be programmed to serve the society into which I was raised. Like yourself, I was not born into an indigenous tribe of free men and women, nor was was I trained spiritually to understand the issues at stake. I never had a rite of passage, nor an initiation ceremony, except being told that I was powerless and that I could serve the system by studying the writings of others who came before in order to get a good job and attain the material comforts that our society gives to those who serve the system well. Like you, I was angry, sometimes depressed, and horrified at the things fed to me by the newspapers and the television. Like many of you, I felt that human nature was sometimes violent and that without order we would collapse into a series of murderers and rapists because that, as we are told, is also inherent in our nature.

My dear brothers and sisters, human nature has been hijacked. We have allowed this to happen. Human beings do not wish harm to one another; we want to live in peace and look each other in the eye and whisper that we recognize the sanctity and dignity of the individual, and of the greater oneness. We are scared shells of what we could be, of what we once were. We have allowed the overall culture operating system to harness our energy, and we have built great things. We have built cities and works of art, we have a million forms of music to vibrate the soul, but we have also built the chains of our enslavement around the world and bought the great lie that humans are nasty, brutish, and savage creatures.

Nothing could be further from the truth. We are sacred and divine spirits in a 3 Dimensional body, and we are under the influence of good and bad forces. Every single time we say we are only doing our jobs when faced with a dilemma that takes us away from doing what is right, we allow the system-daemons to control us.

My name is Charlie Veitch and I am a revolutionary. This is an awkward label, because the word “revolution” carries the baggage of history with it, but I feel it is apt because I wish for a revolution, or better, an evolution of humanity so that we can remember our power and not succumb to the controllers who run this world for their gain, and not for ours.

A lot of you will know who I am because I have spent the whole summer and autumn of 2009 trying to inspire you and remind you of how amazing you are. I am doing what I know to be right, and as such, there are forces protecting me as I play out my destiny. This is why I am not dead, and why I am not in jail. I have called for armed revolution numerous times in my journey of spiritual awakening, and I humbly thank my close friends and the people who love me for guiding me in the right direction. I no longer call for armed revolution, because, rather embarrassingly, I now see that I was wrong to do this.

I know we can change the world peacefully, through unconditional love and forgiveness. This love has been shown to me, and I do my very best to shine it out of my soul with every waking moment of my temporary and exciting human life here on this world. I have conversed with people who are much more in tune with the spiritual world than I am, and they have seen my guardian spirits who watch over me, and these spirits will never leave me alone as long as I stick to helping others and do not succumb to the temptations of self-gratification, of the ego.

I now know why I was put here on this world, and it is simply to help you, and me, come to terms with the trick which has been pulled over our eyes. A few months ago, when the popularity of my work exploded worldwide, I sat down outside in rural France, looking up at the heavens, and I could see the milky way, I could see the beautiful nebulas of the universe watching over us, and I asked a question to the sky. I was answered immediately. There is not really a way I can explain to you what I felt, because it is personal to me. But I hope that through the work I do I can help you find out your purpose here as well.

I am only one man, but together with everyone else on planet Earth I am the most powerful force imaginable. Good people have always vastly outnumbered those who have allowed evil into their lives, for whatever reason. The current system rewards the greed and fear of the fevered egos and places them at the top of the hierarchy pyramids of control.

The time is now for there to no longer be a pyramid of control. We will work towards our freedom, without hurting anyone, but defending ourselves when we need to do so. The age old control structures are dissolving, and we can now gently nudge some humanity into the positions of illusory power. I say illusory power, because no-one has any authority over you. They never have, but in the corporate control grid we so easily assume the position of worker, and look out for ourselves.

If you see what I see, and understand that our time is now, I ask you to listen carefully to what I am about to say.
In one year and 9 months, on September the 11th 2011, the world will mark the ten year anniversary of the horrific terror our political leaders imposed on us. They sold us the massive fear of “terrorism”, so that our societies would keep our heads down and not question the control structure in place. We are social creatures, and social creatures do not question the control structure when it is under attack. We do this in times of peace. A never ending conveyor belt of fear is fed into our minds, be it communism, terrorism, the economy, or swine flu. We acquiesce our power so that we can be protected. Ergo, we place the collar over our own necks. This time has ended.

On August the 11th 2011, we will begin a one month campaign of non-compliance. Tens of millions of people around the world will simply not turn up for work. Soldiers will not report to barracks, finance men will not sit at desks in glass and metal cages…We will force the hand of the controllers, and expose their nudity, much in the manner of the story of the Emperor with no clothes. We will see them for what they are, frightened and controlled individuals, so far from what a human being could be, if given the chance.

At the end of this one month period, we will peacefully seize the capital of London, and I hope, of many countries around the world. We will take to the streets by the hundreds of thousands, we will have love in our hearts, we will be spiritually awake, and no longer scared. We will walk into Parliament, into Whitehall, and into Buckingham Palace, and the soldiers sent to drive us back will not open fire. They will see what we are doing, and they will be on the side of the people. The lies fed into their minds are dissolving, much like our fears are dissolving. We will occupy these buildings physically, spiritually, and symbolically. We will use the apparatus in place for improving the lot of people, and we will implement a new human constitution which aids the enlightenment and free will of all men and women, not only big business and career politicians. We will gently replace the class-structure with one which sees the individual as sacred. I will need the help of all of you, because I do not know how to write a constitution, nor do I know how to run a country.

I do not want to run a country. I do not want to have any power of anyone, for that is not my role. I do not want people to follow me either, because my whole message is about individuals being independent and connecting to the source of the universe through their own souls.

I believe that the feminine will play a major part in the evolution of mankind. The female, woman, and her spiritual power has long been suppressed. She has been raped and covered up, she has been sold as property, she has been tricked into bondage in the same way men have been with the false promise of equality in the workplace, so that her soul can be devoured by the corporate world as well. Children are brought up by television because their mother, the goddess figure, is too busy with her career.

If I have conversed with God, I know that she is mother nature, she is all kind, and she is all loving. I have felt this power through my own mother, and from the women I have met on my journey thus far. It is time for the female to return to prominence and to guide us back to the divine people we once were. It is no small matter that in indigenous cultures the female is respected as the spiritual connection to the Earth.

To all the Police and State Security people watching, we strongly advise you to consider who it is you are really working for. Are you working for a small band of thieves and murderers who run the political system, or do you work for mankind? Do you work for your children, and your children’s children? What kind of world are you helping create?

I know my plans for revolution will bring upon me great tests in the near future, but I am optimistic about the power of the human soul. I have felt with my heart the numerous times when the Police have understood what I am about and have treated me with the courtesy that we all deserve. When I look into their eyes I see the same thing I see when I look into my own eyes in the mirror. This is the connection.

I do not fear death, because I have lived and died before, and these matters are temporary, whereas my spirit is endless, and infinite, just like yours. I have felt love in countless ways, I have been given the honour of loving from the bottom of my heart. I have reconnected my lost soul to the source which we all have inside us. I have marvelled and wondered at the greatest joys and beauty of this world, and I have been given the chance to help out best I can. There is nothing more I want nor need, except the opportunity to keep on loving, which is its own reward.

Thank you for listening to me.
With affection,
Charlie