A Daily Plan

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  2. The Flush: a ten to fifteen minute rant on Trump, make it funny if possible
  3. Data: gather data on FLIPPING CONGRESS AND THE NATION, PLUS legislation to support or oppose.
  5. ACTION PART ONE: look at legislation to oppose and / or support make 3 phone calls and send emails – 1 member of House of Reps and 2 Senators preferably in your state to start.
  7. ACTION PART TWO: look at budget and who and how much to contribute to candidates (progressive and/or Dems guys*) opposed to GOP agenda and contribute
  9. ACTION PART THREE: make report on social media


* guys – womens, mens, androgynous-es, transgenders, gays, lesbians, genderqueers, asexuals and everybody else.

PS This is not about real soup you eat or slurp. This is about the soup we’re in. Hope that clears things up. Tuff if it doesn’t.


Nine Life Shaping Events and…

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My early life as a child and later as a teenager was punctuated by extraordinary events that helped shape all subsequent experiences.

Before I attended kindergarten I was eager to learn spelling, which included writing out my name. In the mid 1950s my parents did not send me to nursery school. Between birth and five years old my parents and younger sister and I lived in a second floor apartment that had once been part of an attic in one big house.

At age four I was lying in bed one night watching the floaters in the film of my eyes dart across the night-light lit ceiling of my bedroom. I believed the floaters were stars and I was trying to catch one of them. As soon as I thought I had one it would dart away. It was a futile activity and I don’t know how long I spent doing it. Perhaps I was awakening.

I asked Jesus to protect me. Then I felt Jesus put the heel of his hand near my groin while his fingertips just reached my throat. Even though my body was small, Jesus’s hand must have been extraordinarily big. And I felt safe, grateful and joyous. I saw a piece of glass on the floor.

I took the piece of glass and I carved Jesus’s name in the top drawer of my bureau. The “J” was backwards and the writing was wonky. I threw the piece of glass in the wastebasket and went back to sleep.

In the morning I thought it had all been a dream until I saw Jesus’s name carved in the top drawer of my bureau. I knew that I was going to be in trouble with my parents for defacing the furniture. They said nothing and seemed to pretend that it didn’t exist.

Years later through flashbacks I uncovered a memory of sexual abuse that my father had perpetrated and my mother had covered up. It put the Jesus memory in a context that made sense. I chose to remember my contiguous memory of Jesus’s protection even though I had acknowledged the abuse and its cover-up.



At eleven or twelve years of age my mother drove us to the mall in the adjacent town. “How do these cars not hit each other?” I was wondering in my mind. They are in this dance of cooperation. The dance was fascinating especially when I extrapolated this dance around the world.


At age twelve I had been wandering in the library and found two books. One book reflected my depressive self and the other my expansive self. The first book reflecting the depressive in me was “Notes from Underground” by Dostoyevsky. The second book – “The Future of Man” by Teilhard de Chardin reflected my expansive higher consciousness self. That evening I asked to talk with my father about not using fear to shape his children.


In the summer of 1967 at age fifteen while I was on vacation with my family on Cape Cod I hiked up the beach from Eastham by Nauset Light to Truro about twelve miles – north of the Marconi Station. I had a heart-based experience that love untied the world. It filled ne with bliss and ecstasy. Words pale. The experience was ineffable.


In the summer of 1968 at age sixteen while I was on vacation with my family on Cape Cod I went out onto the mudflats at low tide in Wellfleet. The sun was beginning to set. I leapt into the air and I felt “the world as one”. And in a vision I saw every being connected by beams of light, one heart to another. From space the entire planet was consumed by light.



In 1984 I was in a leadership-training course. I was 32 years old. Our group was team building on a Ropes Course near Woodland, California. One of our teammates was up in the trees preparing to jump onto a wobbly platform, supported in a safety harness by two burly fellows on the ground and two support people in the trees. Our support consisted of us yelling like rabid cheerleaders at her. It made no sense to me so I projected the supportiveness of my heart energy into the trees and towards her.

Something happened that I hadn’t expected.

I saw light coursing through the trunks and branches of the trees. Looking at the light streaming so quickly through the trees was intense.

I looked down. I looked at the ground and then at the bare skin on my left arm.

I saw inside my arm. Where blood was pumping through the arteries and veins I saw light pulsing.  Light from a near by leafy bush (the leaves were tender and sweet to look at) extended a cloudy plasmic field of light around my arm as if to comfort me.

At that time it was too intense for me to process it and I closed my eyes and prayed for normalcy.  When I opened by eyes moments later I saw what I had expected to see – all was normal and reassuring.


The Calling – https://psychesweather.wordpress.com/the-calling/


Eight, Nine and more – explore this blog.

Its all backwards or

spacewave1Expressions of Consciousness- the tiny aka human experience to the Greater…

Remembering that there is no window

What is the purpose of the human experience?

Where is the meaning?

On February 1, 1973 I attempted suicide, my stomach was pumped and I was in a coma for 3 and a half days. A priest was called to perform last rites. Apparently I woke from the coma and told the priest “Go fuck yourself.” I went back into the coma for another day and a half. I didn’t remember what I had said to the priest. My girlfriend told me. I woke from the coma around 3 pm on February 4th it was a Sunday, though I barely registered it.

Seventeen years later the calendar and the dates of the 1973 experience were synchronized, On Monday February 5th just before going to sleep I asked:

God, what am I suppose to do with my life?

 In the morning I woke and there had been no dream that answered my question. It was a question I did not expect an answer. Lying in bed and feeling groggy I had a strange experience:

A presence entered through my groin and curled up into a ball in my abdomen. A name came to me. It was someone I had met..

I didn’t expect to find the woman’s name in the phone book. If her name hadn’t been there I’d be off-the hook. It was there. I called her, apologized and reported the crazy experience I had had.

She reported that she had been curled up into the fetal position and had been thinking about killing herself. I made a verbal contract with her and an agreement to talk a couple of days from that Tuesday morning 2/6/90.

Two days later she related what had happened to her over the holidays and when I offered her the names of therapists to see she said:

The universe put you out there to hear my call and that all I needed.

Surrendering to the experience opened by inner world to “seeing” which had always been there and letting me facilitate healing for others.

It took me many years to connect the two experiences together and parse the meaning. The most obvious was erasing the karma of attempting to annihilate myself. And there was something else there. It was as if it had been written and I was being allowed a glimpse into a larger pattern of my life.


Many years later between 2000 and 2001 I had a television but it was not connected to broadcast TV or cable. So when the planes hit the World Trade Center on 9/11 thankfully I didn’t see these images until many years later. In November I was visiting a friend who had a Quantum Xeroid Machine. She asked me if I wanted to “do past lives”?

“Sure,” I said.

I expected that I might experience “a past life”.

She pressed a button and I “flew over ten thousand past lives I had had on Planet Earth”. I joined a partner being and was with 11 other partnered beings watch the physical Planet Earth form and anchoring “free will” to the planet. I was part of a being that was and is the spiritual guardian of Earth and all her beings. I traveled “further back” and was an alien on a rogue planet with its own light/heat source. I experimented in going all the way forward in my life and wound up at the beginning.

Then. I heard my friend repeating a word. After a long time I realized the word was my name in the current reality.

When I walked home it was night and foggy. I felt as if my ego had been stripped down and was inconsequential. That Americans were inconsequential, and that humans were also inconsequential. Consciousness is the only being that endures survives and evolves all the rest is superfluous.

The next day my ego returned and was full of myself as usual.


Our experience is backwards. We identify with this puny existence of our current lifetime. We don’t experience or remember that we are One-Unified-Consciousness experiencing a variety of lifetimes each has the potential to raise our consciousness allow us to evolve to increasingly higher levels until it is no longer necessary to return to the Earth Plain.

Of course there are the Bodhisattvas* such as the Dali Lama that chooses to return remembering previous lifetimes, serving as an example to assist us to remember that we are a Consciousness that transcends ego.

Our purpose here is to let go of the illusion of suffering and transmute the energy of pain and anguish into light, which is Love.

Our lives are analogous to looking out of a window of a building. As humans we have parameters. The building and the window are like the parameters of a human life. The window and the building define who and where we are. When we pass and shed the skin of the human body the building and the window have no meaning and fall away. They disappear.


The First Incarnation

We separate ourselves from our self and forget or repress our larger self. We strip away the largess of our Great Consciousness and become an individual who then incarnates within a family or a unit on Planet Earth.

Here there is more forgetting of what went before. We are experiencing life and sensuality for the hedonism of life for the first time. Addiction becomes rampant. The choices seem narrow and we push put against them greedy for more.

This is characteristic of a young soul or lightbody inhabiting a corporeal form – a physical body.


Subsequent Incarnations

As the lightbody matures the individual begins to care as much about themselves as they do for others. Choice is more varied. Addiction and attachment abound. They are only beginning to catch glimpses of the divinity of self.

Old souls or the eldest of lightbodies often reach enlightenment. This is a seeing beyond the current lifetime. There are many choices yet these beings choose love. They are able to see addition and attachment and they work to release. They work tirelessly to release and transmute suffering into light and love.

Many of these old souls never return to a human corporeal existence having completed coating their light being and completed their soul work ready to return to the next stage in an evolving Higher Consciousness. Or as stated earlier they return as Bodhisattvas* to help others reach a higher evolutionary path.



* Bodhisattva (in Mahayana Buddhism) a person who is able to reach nirvana but delays doing so out of compassion in order to save suffering beings.


Perfume Assault

A salesperson came to my door asking for me by name, so I didn’t know they were selling something until I opened the door.

It was a cheaper gas bill.

I was assaulted by perfume as I stepped outside. It was nauseating. She asked to see my bill. I said I’m paperless by the internet, then how about by phone or tablet

I asked for literature. She gave me the website. All they had was an iPad and saying I could have a flat rate for my gas of $5.99.

I wanted her to take a few steps away from me but I didn’t say anything but thought I could just get some info and get clear of her quickly.  I should have said something.

I went back inside nauseous and dizzy and didn’t have the where with all to connect it to the perfume for about a minute.


It was her



And still not completely recovered and it was an hour and a half ago.

I went to the website to register a complaint about her perfume, but no way to contact them except to call an 800 number about plans.



NOTE: Some people are just completely unaware of the effect they have on others and splash way too much cologne or perfume on thinking that this makes him or her more attractive when its the opposite and offensive. And in my case this time impactful on my health.

My Father’s Gift Validated

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When I was a kid I was left to do what I wanted.

We lived just outside of suburbia, about a half a mile away. Across the street was a farm, surrounded by apple orchards. Next door to the right of us or west was a Truck Farm, about 300 acres of woods behind us and one house with a barn to the left / east of us on 3 acres of land. Across Route 70 was Reservoir Road, more apple orchards – mostly Macintosh and Delicious and the Reservoir. I didn’t care for Delicious Apples, I did and do love Macintosh Apples.

300 acres of woods behind us

So there was a lot of space to ‘splore.

After school I couldn’t wait to get outside, the winter slowed that down some. It was cold, icy, snowy and wet. But there was sledding.

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I had schoolwork and chores that I didn’t want to do, projects of shipping raked leaves to piles in the woods. My Father raked. My sister and I put the leaves in the wheelbarrow and I dumped them mostly in the woods.

My Mother dreamed of me becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but there was nothing behind it. I heard my mom arguing with my dad – more of a discussion:

“I think we should push Frankie into Little League,” my mom said (I cringed)

“Does he like playing baseball?”


“Let him be,” Then I heard my dad say to my mom:

“Let him do what interests him. He’ll find his way.”

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I explored the woods, the reservoir, the apple orchards. The Big Rocks – multi-ton boulders that had been dropped by the receding ice from the last ice age, up at the corner by the school bus stop, in our backyard and deep in the woods. We knew just where to go in the spring time to pick wild strawberries and sometimes we would get the few that were there before the birds wiped them clean.

I had fun and expressed a raucous creativity within me

In my teen years I used the woods and nature as a balm against the depression and suicidal thoughts I was having. I made it through.

My father was a well-intentioned bonehead

Juxtaposed to the depression was an interest fostered by my mother and father somewhat – making short experimental films – at a time when my classmates were scathing with their comments of us. I had fun and expressed a raucous creativity within me.

My father was a well-intentioned bonehead with a temper and fists to match. The gift he gave me was supporting my interests rather than pressuring me into this or that.

This was his gift to me.

The validation of his gift comes in the form of a piece by Scientific American on a book: “The Case for The Self-Driven Child”



My Father’s Logic and The Dilemma

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When I was in my early teens my father would bait me into discussions / arguments to use his premises and logic to win for the most part. He would use his premises as gospel and then the logic was a given. When he was backed into a corner he would shout me into submission. So I was always anxious and filled with trepidation when he tricked me into these discussions.

My father over-simplified the argument and the metaphor.

I didn’t necessarily have an opinion on the issues he thrust upon me, nor did I know when he would unexpectedly launch into one of his “arguments” so I was always taken off-guard.

In retrospect one of the most interesting arguments was an analogy between American Citizens and Native Americans land rights vis-à-vis Israel and Palestinian land rights. There is a long and complex history over regions in the Middle East where Jewish and Islamic faiths claim the same territories. In 1947 well after WWII was over the United Nations established Israel as the Jewish State in a hotly disputed territory between Palestinians and Jewish peoples. These disputes continue to this day.

My father over-simplified the argument and the metaphor.

It went something like this:

“The Jews kicked out the Palestinians and set up Israel through the UN. You wouldn’t give the Indians* (Native Americans) all the lands we took from them, would you? That’s what the Jews did and the world looked the other way when the UN gave the Jews the land the Palestinians owned. It would be if the UN came along and said we would have to give back the land to the Indians.”

I didn’t want to participate in being victimized by my father’s logic

Me: Well, if we agree that the Indians* (Native Americans) occupied the lands we live on then it is their land and they should have it back.”

My father: That’s not fair. We’d be kicked out of our houses and the Indians would take over.

Me: So you’re saying that the Palestinians should have the lands back that the UN gave the Jews?

My father: Yes, absolutely.

Me: I guess you’re right. (But I felt confused and I didn’t want to participate in being victimized by my father’s logic).

My father: Of course I’m right.

I began questioning my father’s premises

* In the 1960s and 70s Native Americans were referred to as Indians


Later it was the Viet Nam War.

My father: We have to stop the spread of Communism

Me: I feel war and killing is wrong.

My father: You’re wrong.


My girlfriend: How can “a feeling” be wrong. Feelings aren’t right or wrong they just are.

Me: Yeah.


After that I began questioning my father’s premises. That put an end to his desire to make be right and make me wrong.

A New Kind of Christmas Prayer


My mother liked buying Christmas cards all year long. She had huge clear plastic bags of them in the cedar closet and elsewhere in our house.

I told people I was from the future.

In my 20s she invited me to take some to send. I took some, she said take more… So I selected bunches that were all the same painting. I wasn’t much into sending Christmas cards but I took them because my mom wanted me to have some. I think she was overwhelmed with the amount of the cards she had stored up.

Every year for many years I had many of these Christmas cards. It was impossible to send them all to people I knew – maybe I had over 100 cards.

universal wishes

Every since I could remember I longed for a better world as if I had a memory of this world. Perhaps I did remember a different world because I told people I was from the future. I could feel a world and people at peace with themselves, everyone in the community, not just locally but nationally and internationally. And not just with people, but will all the beings of Earth. Often we ascribe life to biological beings only, I saw and I see all beings, rock, water, air and our sun as beings.

There’s something magical about getting mail (snail mail) from yourself especially if you don’t immediately remember that you sent it.

Every year sometime in my 20s I would write a Christmas card to myself with 7 wishes written inside. Four or five were universal wishes and the other two or three were personal. There’s something magical about getting mail (snail mail) from yourself especially if you don’t immediately remember that you sent it.

I began practicing finding a sense of peace within myself

You retrieve it from the post box and look at the envelope. The writing / printing looks familiar. You rip it open and your remember that old mill in winter and your read the wishes. I stopped sending cards when I ran out and I had begun thinking that wishes were melancholy ways to stay stuck – keeping wishes as wishes that would never come true because they postponed the event into a future that didn’t exist.

Create the peace you want in yourself and be it in the world.

I began to visualize using all my senses to what world peace might feel, look, smell and be like. I began practicing finding a sense of peace within myself and finding threads that would connect peace feelings to others.

I invite you to send a snail mail card to yourself of your wishes and then visualize with your thoughts and senses and your emotions what you are creating now. Create the peace you want in yourself and be it in the world.

For an unwind hot non-alcoholic beverage in a mug try: https://psychesweather.wordpress.com/2016/12/02/a-non-alcoholic-hot-toddy-for-sleep/

the short list – fax your senator defeat the GOP Tax/Ponzi Scheme

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Senators who voted against the repeal of the ACA – Obamacare

McCain of Arizona

Murkowski of Alaska

Alexander of Tennessee

Collins of Maine

Capito of West Virginia
(Feel free to send fax to as many Senators you feel will benefit)

Free faxes to Senators – https://faxzero.com/fax_senate.php

One page fax (or write your own)

[ Cut and paste into / Word Dox, Google Dox, or PDF – Fax form – see link above]

Save Democracy & Capitalism – ON THE TAX CUT PLAN

  • Tying the elimination of the ACA to this tax cut plan is the most pernicious act of all considering that your constituency has repeatedly spoken against eliminating the ACA. (You have voted against the repeal of the ACA as well.) VOTE NO!


  • A tax cut mainly benefiting the wealthy and claiming that “trickle-down” economics works to grow the economy has historically failed –it succeeds in fueling the economy for the rich but not for everyone and represents a switch from democracy to a total plutocracy where corporations rule and the middle class are more on their way to be serfs and slaves. This tax cut is unacceptable. VOTE NO!


  • Those making between $10,000 and $75,000 per year will have to pay more taxes and by 2025 those making over $75,000 even those tax cuts will be gone. Tax cuts to corporations will be permanent. (Most large corporations don’t pay taxes now because they store their money in offshore accounts or are based in other nations.) VOTE NO!


  • When trickle-down doesn’t stimulate the economy its only logical that Social Security and Medicare will be cut due to the projected 1 trillion dollar deficit… This is unacceptable. VOTE NO!


  • How are these tax cuts for the wealthy, and increase in Defense Spending effecting the deficit? In the past many GOP were concerned about lowering the deficit. Now that is off the agenda. THIS DOES NOT MAKE FISCAL SENSE. VOTE NO!


  • I am deeply concerned that our democracy is ending. That your acceptance of moneys from people like the Kochs representing large corporations makes you beholding to them and not your constituency. Democrats also are guilty of this practice as well. The founding fathers did not mean for democracy to be corrupted in this way. VOTE NO!


  • 35% of corporations are owned by foreign investors meaning that over the next ten years 700 billion in taxes will be lost to them. VOTE NO!


  • Sneaking measures into the tax plan that defy our founding fathers to separate church and state is unconscionable. Don’t do it. VOTE NO!

Home Remedies: Chicken Stock and Soup


You can make chicken soup by making stock in advance and storing in the freezer. If you’re using more than 1 container for freezing your stock you’ll need to double up on some ingredients. I have always used one large ice cream tub. (You can substitute turkey for chicken but even for Thanksgiving I prefer Chicken over Turkey any day.) I suggest buying organically fed chickens that are “free-range”. Kosher chicken is best because they are killed in a humane manner.

You’ll need:
Either a whole chicken or breasts, legs, wings with the bone.
1 – 2 medium sized yellow onion*
A few carrots
3-5 small boiling potatoes
Leeks and / or celery
A good white wine – Chardonnay – you can use non-alcoholic white wine or white grape juice**
4 to 8 whole cloves*
2 cloves of garlic
Dried herbs – oregano, basil, thyme, 1 or 2 bay leaves
Cooking oil – olive or grapeseed oil

Tap or bottled water (or Britta Water)
A large pot with a lid
A large wooden spoon
Plastic containers (to freeze the soup in) and room in your freezer, of course
A measuring cup (unless you like improvisational cooking)
A sharp knife
A good cutting board
A mortar and pestle (optional)

What to do:
Wash the carrots, leeks and potatoes in tepid running water (cold is okay too). When washing the leeks cut at regular intervals and splay the sheaths open and wash thoroughly – they usually have sand grains in them and its good to get them out. Peel the onion and set aside. Peel the garlic and chop or crush in the mortar with the pestle. Chop the celery and or the leeks as desired.

De-bone the chickie and save the bones.

Pour ½ to 1 cup of the Chardonnay into a measuring cup and set aside

Coat the bottom of your pot with a generous splash of cooking oil and heat. You can tell if the oil is hot enough by running your hand under tap water or bottled water and dribbling the water into the pot. When it sizzles the oil is hot. Turn the heat on your stove down to a low flame or setting.

Add the carrots, potatoes, chopped or crushed garlic and sauté. If you using chopped celery (I don’t use it because it gets caught in my teeth –its stringy and brittle) add it last and sauté. Add the bay leaves. Add pinches of the other spices.

Next add the chicken and mix with the rest of the group, stirring it all together with the long wooden spoon. While it simmers – for 10 to 15 minutes on a very low heat go on to the next prep step.

Peel the onion and insert four whole cloves equidistant from each other in the whole onion.

Add tap, Britta or Bottled Water to the mix filling up about half way. Add the leeks, the onion and the bones from the chicken. Bring to a rolling boil. At boiling add the cup of good white wine (Chardonnay). Bring back to a rolling boil. Then lower the heat to a simmer and cover.

Let simmer until the carrots and potatoes are soft to a fork. Turn off heat.

Let cool.

Once cool pour off the liquid into the plastic containers and seal with the lids. Add the some of the chickie meat and vegetables to each container. Each container needs to have the onion with the 4 whole cloves stuck in and a few bones

For Soup:
Use the stock as a starter. – Add more chicken with or without bones, carrots, garlic – chopped onion, garlic and chopped red peppers sautéed in the bottom of the pot, add the stock including the onion with the cloves in it – or not. Add rice, barley, noodles or not.

I originally made chicken stock because I was planning on making a sauce with heavy cream, so bear in mind your stock doesn’t have to contribute only to chicken soup.


* When doubling-up on onions and cloves if you’re using more than one container for storage – remember you’re making stock – not soup. When you make stock it’s the broth you’ll be using as a base for soup or sauces mostly.

** When alcohol is using in cooking most of the alcohol is burned off but not all. So if you’re particularly sensitive to alcohol switch to non-alcoholic wines or white grape juice – not too sweet. Using good wine means you’ll have a good flavor. Use a bad wine or grocery store “cooking wine” it makes your food taste cheap and can spoil a dish.



An unfolding chronicle of events:

Being out of my home for more than 24 hours while waiting for the fires not to come or to come is something that is particularly difficult to handle.

When the sheriff came by with the order to evacuate they made it sound mandatory. Later found out it was advised. So Friday I went back: found power on, but phone (cable down). On the way there I felt the devastation. It wasn’t just peoples’s lives being lost and homes destroyed by fire, it was wildlife fleeing and being killed, it was the sorrow of Earth, it was all the sorrow and loss everywhere. I had to shut it down and go into my head. A survival mechanism and I had been driving at the time.

Some, maybe many people have stayed in Sonoma since the fires started. The Plaza, the square downtown is mostly abandoned many have already fled. Other mandatory evacuations and a fire east of The Plaza have been reported since yesterday and some this morning. I will probably take another trip back on Tuesday 10/17 unless the road is blocked off by the authorities or go back to stay if the all clear comes. I doubt the all clear will come on by Tuesday.

This morning I reached the niece of my ex and good friend of 32 years. She had moved back to Canada about 15 years ago. We had kept in-touch through letters (snail mail), email and phone calls. But I couldn’t reach her so I wrote a letter. Her niece told me she had died of a rare form of cancer in May. She had checked into a Hospice and said she didn’t have any family. The hospice discovered her niece. The hospice reported she had done well for about 4 weeks and then took a turn for the worst. Her niece went to fill out paperwork and while she was working on that Wendy passed. Another loss. On Sept 29 another good friend passed from cancer.

All this loss. Naturally I feel grief and loss on all fronts. And I’m doing okay.