Just thinking...

This being my first stab at this, I had, of course, gone dry. Then while emailing a friend this morning, she wrote that she thought it was good that we were not involved in politics. All the dirty tricks and back scratching that is politics, she sighted for this conclusion.

Well, the sewer doesn't sound like a fun place to play. Does it? Politics is not at all a clean sport. Better to be a lady and stay out of the fray. Rise above it, or ignore it and simply make our own personal spaces pretty and comfy for us and our loved ones, while all about us are losing their heads. And, anyway, we're too busy, juggling jobs, families and friends, health care issues, bills, aging and ailing parents, et al, to undo the harm done. Let the men fix it. They created it, after all.

But, I'm thinking maybe what the world really needs now is fewer women hiding. Maybe we need to step up to the plate and take the ball. We need to get in there and straighten out some stuff that's gone totally awry in the hands of the unconscious and myopic. Off with their heads. Storm the Bastille.

I think if women across the world grabbed their metaphorical rolling pins and marched on the economic centers of their countries, we could save humanity's societies and cultures, and the environment from those males who drove the bus off the cliff.

I love men. And I think testosterone is a wonderful hormone. Directed with love and good intentions, it creates and invents. But, it seems that left to its own devices and in charge of things, it can too easily get into destructive mode. Males seem to think the guy with the most power at the end won the game.

And I'm not sure what game they're playing. It seems rather a self and universally-defeating one that if you win, the game itself is left in shreds. And how many games do you take with you when you die, anyway? It's all paper and plastic.

Or, as we've read, this world is an illusion. Rabbit in hat. But, we slipped. We fell down the rabbit hole, forgetting it was just illusion, a game, and can't find our footing in this free fall state. It all feels like a mad hatter's tea party. Doesn't it? I mean they did take neurosis off the crazy list quite a while back. Didn't they? It's pathology against pathology out there.

So, we are simply projecting our consciousness on a screen that is this waking dream/movie and we are creating in our outer world the same chaos that is our inner life. The greedy have grabbed power in the absence of any over-seeing, regulating sanity, and given us their mindset as this alleged reality in which we find ourselves struggling to stay afloat.

Ladies, I think it's time to take our power back. We need to show males that cooperation is a much more pragmatic and healthier way to achieve a sustainable survival that is best for all. Real wealth is security and happiness, anyway. Isn't it? Money is, also, just paper, or a cotton/linen blend, that is. Either way, it all burns up and it all blows away back to the unreality from whence it came.

And how can one's own conscience maintain its joy, if all about one people are starving, homeless, sad, scared with bombs being dropped on their heads? Real bombs and financial fear bombs. Where is the guilt, the shame, the mea culpa? The epiphanies? The wake up call? The helping your neighbor? And didn't one our biggest heroes, Jesus, tell us that we are our neighbor, in so many words? You can't help someone without helping yourself.

So, let's start with making the change in our own minds that we want to see in the outer world. We need to buck up, bolster our courage and confidence, ignore the naysayers, and fear mongers who want us to stay down, and be who and what we really are to bring light to this world.

I think it's been men's fear of women's real power over them that has kept them keeping us in the kitchen, closet, bedroom, wherever they can convince us we are at our best. Don't worry your pretty little head, darling. I got this. Right. Right into the ditch.

We can still teach our men to live in love, peace and harmony. Can't we? We just have to show them the way, again. We need to let them know that the bigger toys do not the man make.

We've been letting them have control because they'd cowed us. They're larger. They're louder. Their weapons are lethal. They hold their Bibles out in front of them like a shield to show that it is our purpose, our lot in life, to serve man.

They've been holding all the cards with their delusional "it’s man's world" operating manual. But, this good ol' boys' club is going the way of the Edsel and the Dodo Bird. Our current economic implosion makes that essential.

Women create and nurture life. Women are life itself. Men are here to serve life, to keep it safe and thriving and evolving. Things have been running backwards too long in our world. And thus we've been down the rabbit hole with everything upside down. Just ask Joseph Campbell. If you can dig him up.

Start your engines, ladies. Grab your rolling pins. We're mad as hell and we are not going to take it anymore. And if you're not mad, perhaps you don't know what's really been going on. Each person can make a difference no matter how small the baby steps are. We have but to believe to achieve.

Then... a client called.

She listened to my theory and said, women suck. They're cunning, conniving and manipulative and backstabbing, she said. She prefers working with men. They're more honest and direct and easier to deal with. Hey, I've felt that way myself, as have other women who've told me their work place horror stories. But, is it just our never being taught to be team players and instead learning to see each other as competition?

I'm not going with that Eve, not Adam, introduced evil to the world story. Again, we have only our own minds and hearts to tweak to get our learned and detrimental survival mechanisms out of our own light.

Are we good? Are we bad? Or are we simply going with the flow, manipulating the sanctioned existing system to advance our own ends? Is it all a study in evo-devo? Can we be our own rudders or do we remain flotsam and jetsam?

Come on, ladies, join the sisterhood. We can fix it.

OK. I think we've got enough material here for future blogs... till then, keep thinking...