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Nov 21, 2007

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mystic7

Thank You Evelyn. That was a very good post. Kathy Coffey's story reminds me of a similar experience I had. It was twenty years ago today that I first ventured to a place I thought would be a sort of hippie commune. I was met at the river bank by tribal like natives and ferried across the Mississippi to a land the people called "Velaashby". It turned out to be a very festive Thanksgiven gathering with lots of convivial spirit and slow cooked meals. There were all sorts of talented creative types in attendance. Artist, musicians, singer song writers, poets etc. Oh yes, and psyhics, healers, mediums etc. It was a time in my life when I searching for something other than the corporate mind set I had known. Tremendous growth and expansion was available there. I thought I would only stay for the gathering, but a few weeks later I came back and stayed the whole winter. I brought big sacks of beans and rice. The people lived off the land and by sharing. There was fish, oysters, turtles, nutria, water fowl. Have you ever eaten armadilly chile? The ground was fertile and the garden was aways productive. The location of that place was originally know as Fort Saint Philip- a masonry fort built by the Spanish in the 1790's. It later saw action in the War of 1812, the Civil War, and the Spanish American War. In the 1920's it was declared government surplus and sold to Frank Vela(a rum runner)and later to John Asby(an oil broker). Ashby let the people stay there rent free as long as they were good stewards. My favorite time of the year was winter- the insects were dormant and you could sleep without mosquito nets. Although short and mild, the winters did require some sort of heat. Most of the residents would sleep together in the attic of the old officers quarters. In a room below with open ceiling someone would take turns stoking a wood burning stove. I could go on and on about the beauty of the place and how anarcharic it was compared to the outside world. In the end I knew that myths are based on reality and Valhallas and shangrilas really do exist.

Racheblue

Thank you for this post Evelyn and for your many inspiring thoughts and musings.
Last night I dreamt of setting up an EcoHub in London with organic community gardens, a trade shop and artists/creative spaces etc. A place run by ordinary people for ordinary people. No beauracracy or self appointed leaders, no financial focussed systems. Simply a place to share and grow. To support each other as valued individuals within the local community and to spread the concept across the city and across the country and across the world. It was a big difficult dream with much scpetical opposition but I hope to make this dream come true someday.
Best wishes and thanks again,
Rache :D

donna

Reminds me of the "freegans" in Kim Stanley Robinson's "Sixty Days and Counting".

I think we are finally getting to the point where there are enough of us with abundant lives to want to share as much as we can with others. The shift from consumption to abundance and sharing is a tough one, though. It's difficult to convince people they don't really "need" those big screen TVs and huge houses and shiny new SUVs. I'm not sure why that is, but I do know that the people I know who don't have those things sure seem to be a lot happier and way more authentic people.

Erki

Why is everything feminine good and special and sacred?

(Sure, everything is(good and special and sacred), but feminine is always so singled out, must be something good.)

Evelyn Rodriguez

Short and sweet comments since you all added marvellously to my post. (And I am out of town without a computer, borrowing one now.)

Thanks for the beautiful story, mystic7. I think the myths are there to remind us of what is infinite and possible -- if we want it.

We need to chat more RacheBlue- this is soooo close to my waking dreams too.

Donna, I'm pretty much a freegan, though no dumpster diving. I think safety, security, status have been sold to us as externals, when they are inherently innate to infinite beings. Others will come to their own realizations when we they do. I think it's simply time for those that already feel inclined to let life live them to do so regardless of the rest of society.

Erki, Thanks. The feminine is not a gender. We all have aspects of feminine and masculine within us. Some parts of ourselves have been squashed, or repressed as unacceptable - and sometimes that ripples out to the greater collective. Wholeness, or oneness - neither the feminine or the masculine on its own is complete.

Erki

I know that we all have our feminine and masculine sides. However, as a male, I'm still defined by my masculine side, and females are also mainly defined by their feminine sides. And they aren't exactly 50-50 either, are they? (I guess they could be swinging maybe? Sometimes we act more feminine, sometimes more masculine. The balance is not stagnantly the same all the time; I don't know if it is good or bad, though.)

(This wasn't on this post, but anyway,) I always cringe when I read the words "Mother Nature/Earth". I've come to understanding that Nature/Earth is all good and beautiful; if it's Nature/Earth=woman, then well, I guess I am not good or beautiful(and why should I be, anyway?).

Anyway, this got now long and off topic. Just hanging up my hang-ups here. :-)

therapydoc

I LOVE the dinner party.

poetryman69

The Matrix. Surely all the answers are there....


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