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Learn more about the books (and how to buy) on ej Morgan’s Amazon.com Author Page.
For large font paperback of Seeing Clearly —  click here  dear “hard copy” readers. 😉

Some history of ZiaLink and ZenWoman on the “about” links at top.

Other projects underway:

  • aBoP (too good and too early to reveal) but think androids, the singularity, AI, and consciousness exploration. Yep, a new fiction!
  • #grappling — another nonfiction take on reality and realizations –coming SOON!
  • Simply Divine! — nonfiction on health & wellness (mental and physical) — client project –  DONE!!
  • #PeacePledge —  NOW more than ever we need humor and healing.

 

Peace? Where… when?

Let’s begin with this extremely distressing, but very moving brief clip…

 

I grew up in the Midwest when America was still proud to be a melting pot of immigrants. We weren’t taught to hate or discriminate. I was wide-eyed and hopeful just like little Rachel in this video. I had friends who went to the Peace Corps and I became a journalist. We were all working for Peace and Truth in our own way…  believing if people had facts they would do the right thing.

What an eye-opening journey this life has been. I’m over 60 now and things seem so much worse than I could have imagined. I was sure that after JFK, RFK & MLK were killed, after Watergate, and after the long, horrifying Vietnam war ended, surely there would be peace in the world, or at least here in America. But no. The never-ending conflict in the Middle East raged on and the USA was in the thick of it.

As a 20-something I was shocked to learn what a sinister role we had in that mess.  I was also shocked at how America always sided with Israel (I thought because of WW2) and the Saudis for oil.  There were “memes” back then, like “The Ayatollah is an ass-a-hola” and even John McCain would sing, “Bomb, bomb, bomb… bomb bomb Iran”  (a stupid take on an old Beach Boys song.)

During the Iran-Contra scandal in the mid 1980s (during the Reagan years) I had a new job in Albuquerque, NM as a local government spokesperson.  I was paying more attention to my love life and local politics than the weird “arms” trade (selling weapons to Iran? Seemed too complicated.) But, I remember hearing of Islamic Revolutionaries.

By the time Big Daddy Bush (former CIA guy) became President, I knew we were in for a rough ride. He wasted no time before he WAS bombing the Middle East back to the stone age, as so many right-wing hawks wanted. The Gulf War and then Desert Storm were outrageous (or impressive depending on your PoV) displays of American military might.

My then Zen dharma taught me we were creating serious karma in the Middle East.

We sure did. When baby “W” Bush was coronated <sic> by the SCOTUS in 2000, even tho my pal Al Gore won the popular vote, it wasn’t just environmentalists who lost. We all lost. Those Islamic revolutionaries had become terrorists and Americans felt the “shock and awe” this time, horrified when they took down the World Trade towers in 2001.

So what does all this have to do with a girl getting bulldozed in Israel? EVERYTHING.

Israel’s Prime Minister #BiBi Netanyahu refuses to even acknowledge that 3.5 million Palestinians are disenfranchised and living under occupation. That’s not me being inflammatory, those are words used by BiBi’s predecessor Ariel Sharon.* 

My point?  As little Rachel says at the end, “We’ve got to understand that they are us. We are them.”  Bombing, killing, becoming “nationalists”, vilifying “other” whether Islamic or Christian, Israeli or Palestinian only creates more hate and future terrorists.

People have memories and sadly many want revenge. Karma = consequences.  As for who started it? We all have. We’ve all harmed someone and we’ve all been harmed.

If we’re EVER going to have Peace (of mind, or planetary) we’re going to have to forgive and move on.  It’s called grace by some, compassion by others. Let’s drop the labels and show some.  Namaste!   (which means, I see myself in you.)

 

* footnote:  Sharon pronounced Sha-rone
Here’s an excellent piece that takes a deep dive into the current Israeli controversy and includes a video of Sharon calling it an “occupation.”  <<no need to read it now, unless you want to. >

#JOMO

Even though Psychology Today wrote about the “Joy of Missing Out” back in July,  I learned of the hashtag for it– #JOMO — this morning on Twitter thanks to Techno Claus @Pogue.  (Hang on, this will unfold into something worthy of #grappling. )  😎

First, tho, you have to know about #FOMO for any of this to make sense.

#FOMO = Fear of Missing Out   Missing what, you might ask…  anything, EVERYTHING!

I first saw a lot of #FOMO references on Twitter last year when Bitcoin (#BTC, #Cryptocurrency) was going wild.  I mean WILD… as in one bitcoin was trading for nearly $20,000.  Now that was a bubble! Geek that I am, I had bought a few — very few–  BTC back in 2015, so I had NO #FOMO. I was literally giddy. Not so much when BTC dropped back to around $3500 a month or so ago. (I could go on and on, but this is drifting far from the JOMO concept… sigh.)

Now I see both #FOMO and #JOMO are much older than I thought.  Here’s a blog post from 2015.

Let’s cut to the chase. The last thing we need heading into a new year is more fear. Most of America has been “hair-on-fire” anxious since 11.9.2016  Every day a new political crisis and more investigations will begin soon… how can we miss those? Oh, no… mo FOMO! So, now more than ever #JOMO — the Joy of Missing Out.  What?

Yes, as Buddhists would say, to change a habit we need an antidote.  Clinical psychologist Ben Michaelis, author of the Life blog (linked above), says;

The opposite of FOMO is capital G, Gratitude.

Gratitude? not Joy? Well, the concept is basically the same and both are a choice. Yes, they are — grapple with that.  (I keep using this term because it’s the title of my forthcoming eBook #grappling.)

Finally, David Pogue (@Pogue aka Techno Claus and soon to be Smarter Living writer @NYTimes) was on @CBS this morning explaining how we can use the #JOMO concept by taking a techno break:

I’ll be sharing more posts and ideas on how to establish healthy habits and ways we can find more joy and less angst in the new year. We can do this!

The “Method”…

In my considerable number of years seeking Truth and a path to peace (let’s say at least 40 years of seeking), I have found a handful of “tools” that truly work, ones I return to during “rough patches.” The Progoff Method is one. With America in a pretty rough patch now, this tool might be particularly useful.

Hard to define in a tweet, it’s a method of integrating and making sense of our life journey and charting our way forward. Hey, that will be a tweet!

Dr. Ira Progoff (1921 – 1998) studied privately under Carl Jung (mid 1950s in Switzerland) and then came back to America and specialized in depth psychology. Progoff was not keen on traditional therapy techniques, and eventually developed what we now call simply “The Method” which can be done individually, in private, without a therapist. How?  Continue reading

Grief

Apparently my last post was too philosophical, so let me just lay it bare… I am overwhelmed by feelings of loss, sadness and guilt which equal grief. Our journey ended Labor Day, September 3, 2018, at 8:16 pm. Isadora aka “Izzi” was 17 1/2 years old.

Here we are together at the Grand Canyon in 2009. She was eight here and I was…  well nine years younger than I am now.  People who have only seen her recently will gasp at what a big, strong dog she was in her prime. She weighed nearly 50 lbs here and trust me, I always felt safe traveling with her. My nickname for her was Growly Grrrrryl.  She was one mean bitch.GrandCanyon2009

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the Butterfly Effect

Without a long academic analysis of the phenomenon called the Butterfly Effect, I want to use the concept to bring together two divergent viewpoints–  the enlightened approach versus what we now call #Trumpism. Definitions will emerge, just as a butterfly does.

I used the term Butterfly Effect while writing about my current intense grief over losing my 17 1/2 year old. She was my K9, but that does not diminish my sadness. Rather than call everyone I know to cry and lament over my loss, I tried to take a more zen approach. Continue reading

The #LastWord

or the last laugh? With a little time to reflect on the spectacle of the past few days,  maybe this McCain-planned week of “hero tribute” and flag waving  was a final flip off to #Fake45. It was no secret that Trump was persona non grata (aka uninvited.)

During the nationally televised funeral of Senator John McCain I first felt inspired seeing former presidents and political enemies mingling. We later learned this bi-partisanship was created by assigned seating that purposefully mixed political foes, men and women, and various ethnicities. Very clever, Mr. McCain.

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