In keeping with the theme of my last post about loneliness, here’s a thought about solitude 🙂
Photo: Love those open roads in the southwest where you can see for miles.
In keeping with the theme of my last post about loneliness, here’s a thought about solitude 🙂
Photo: Love those open roads in the southwest where you can see for miles.
I’ve been “retired” now for almost 2 years. Wow! I can’t believe that much time has gone by, and it appears a window in time for me is getting ready to close.
Because my “retirement” didn’t go as planned, I found myself trying to figure out the next step. No new jobs were coming my way because of age discrimination and other factors I won’t get into for the moment. So, I set my sights on finding a new home and a new location, and I gave myself 2 years to do it. Fresh start. New life.
But there are only so many ways to stretch a state pension, especially when the state plans on imploding it. Time bomb’s a ticking.
Shock wave number 2, the price tag on housing has skyrocketed since the time I built the dream home with my second wife. And the crash of 2008 didn’t really help much because housing costs were so inflated by that time that they haven’t returned to any level close to being reasonable.
I searched all over the country. Systematically zeroing in on specific localities where I thought I’d like to live while comparing the available services, the climate, if the areas were reasonably progressive, and what the tax burden would be. Yes, believe it or not, you can really get screwed by double taxation if you’re receiving a state pension and you move out of the state providing that pension. Both states will tax you on the same income unless you find a tax-friendly state, and from what I could see there are only about 5 of those, three of which I don’t intend to set foot in.
And with the politicians looking at slashing and burning Social Security and Medicare, those of us with employee-earned pensions can’t count on much of a boost in income when the time comes to collect from the funds we’ve paid into for some 45+ years. The politicians have stolen most of our investment in the SS Trust Fund for other pork-barrel endeavors, and they keep shrinking Medicare payments leaving us to pick up the lion’s share of ballooning medical costs. Oh well . . .
Yes, the most affordable housing is in places where people generally don’t want to live and where services don’t exist. And if you find that undiscovered oasis, look out! It won’t be long before rich people discover it, take over, drive the home prices up along with property taxes, and the original home owners will become refugees, forced to vacate their home towns. Better move quickly.
So, what happened in the twenty-plus years that had snuck by since I built the dream home that ex number 2 took along with all the cash? One major thing was that wages have totally stagnated while the cost of living has been relentlessly climbing. (See my post Balance) And since pensions only provide a fraction of what wages are, the numbers don’t crunch so well.
But this trend is not just affecting people in my age group or who are living with similar circumstances. Nationwide, people are losing the ability to afford housing. The solution, being forced by sheer economics, is a return to tribal living.
There has to be multiple wage earners under one roof now, or there has be a form of piggy-backed housing on a single property where the multiple workers can reside. I see this happening more and more, and it’s taking on a variety of forms.
For starters, we are starting to see a return to multiple generations living under one roof. Grown kids are taking in aging parents who can no longer maintain a home on their own or who are ill. Additionally, according to a study by the Pew Research Center, 33% of young adults between the ages of 25 through 29 are living with their parents or grandparents. This is a three-fold increase since 1970 and is the highest in 75 years. These numbers span all education levels, race, gender and religion. It’s all about the all-mighty dollar. Who has it and who doesn’t. And these youngsters can’t afford to move out.
Another form of tribal living I’ve seen is simply renting out the spare bedroom, and not just the Airbnb way for short vacation stays. A dear friend of mine referred to this as taking in “strays.” If you know someone you can trust who can’t afford to rent an apartment, or much more buy a house, rent them a room. It all equals more incomes under the same roof. A variety of communal living. Sharing meal and entertainment space and time.
Increasing in popularity is the “ancillary dwelling unit.” These come with a variety of names including “tiny houses” and “granny flats,” and they can be framed units or a trailer, or an RV, or a modified shipping container. ADUs can be subject to various zoning regulations, and they may “stand alone” in the sense that the occupier could have separate utility hookups and waste removal. The common denominator here is the ADU dweller couldn’t afford a larger home on her or his own property, and the property owner sharing space receives some benefit in return. Expenses have to be spread out somehow.
ADUs can also be rented out as guest houses for temporary stays, and this can be an appealing situation for a home owner that’s not quite making the bill payments on time. I’m renting a place now where the retired landowners maintain 2 guest houses to supplement their income.
I can also foresee the restructuring of the traditional concepts of marriage and child rearing. Will we see a return of polygamy? I don’t know, but I can easily see 2 or 3 wage-earners living under one roof while an auxiliary spouse, partner, or whomever, stays home to take care of the children. Child care expenses won’t be outsourced anymore. Who can afford those? And, we may see more homeschooling accompanying this sort of lifestyle.
Regardless of the form it takes, I envision more forms of communal living as time and economic pressures continue. This may not be a bad thing in terms of increased socialization, but that’s hard to gauge too. Will it result in a bringing together of more people or the formations of small clicks walling themselves off from the rest of the community – compounds instead of homes? Who knows, but until the economy improves for the average wage-earner, I think we’ll see more forms of alternative housing and the growth of interesting social arrangements.
As for me, I’m now trying to decide between setting down roots or becoming a nomad. Or just maybe I’ll find a tribe to join. Time will tell.
Photo: This photo was shot by my one of my Great Uncles in 1928 when he was in the Army Air Corps. He was stationed in the Philippines at the time and he flew out into the jungle in a pontoon-style airplane, and landed to visit the native homes of the Tagalog. Over time, he rose to the rank of Major General and he played major roles in WWII and the Korean War.
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Update November 30, 2018: I came across an interesting post today on LinkedIn about how AirBnB is going to start designing homes. It seems the business world has coined a new buzzword – “Coliving” – to describe the growing trend of multiple income earners having to share the cost of housing. I really don’t see anything new in the concept except that single home ownership is becoming more out of reach for the average wage-earner and this is, perhaps, driving the trend, as I pondered about above, even faster. If you would like to read further, check out these articles:
Link Rot: As with all links to the Net, I can’t guarantee how long they will be active, so apologies if the articles have disappeared into the void of cyberspace 🙂
Intro: Yesterday, I read an excellent post by Robert on his blog Seven Spheres, which was on the topic of confirmation bias. You should check out his blog because there are some really great posts on a whole range of topics about what makes this world tick. His post reminded me of an article I posted on LinkedIn last year, and I thought I would include it on my blog. Confirmation bias is something we should all think about, because it affects our judgments and decisions daily and we probably don’t even realize it. Please read on . . .
I recently read an article titled: “Legal Ethics and Confirmation Bias.” The article begins its trek with a brief overview of how the practice of law is governed by its professional rules of conduct, provides a very good definition of “confirmation bias,” and then diverts down the road less traveled attempting to correlate racial discrimination and advancement within the legal profession. I’m not saying that the author didn’t have a legitimate point, she did. I would just like to address the elephant in the room she skillfully avoided and diverge down a different trail.
The definition of “confirmation bias,” as provided by the author, is “a phenomenon wherein decision makers have been shown to actively seek out and assign more weight to evidence that confirms their hypothesis, and ignore or under-weigh evidence that could disconfirm their hypothesis.” But applying this to a lawyer’s representation of a client, as the author first does (representation that is supposed to be zealous and one-sided in nature), and applying it to the determination of who gets a promotion in a law firm, as the author does next, seems to me to severely limit the application of the two most important words in the definition – “decision makers.” I will be happy to expand that application.
In the context of a discussion of legal ethics, you would think the author would discuss the elephant, or zebra or gorilla if you prefer, namely judges. I can’t think of any more important context than the individuals who “decide” the outcomes of legal disputes. If judges actively seek out information to confirm their biases, even if that behavior is so inherently ingrained they don’t realize what they are doing, as opposed to evaluating evidence openly and objectively, then certainly there will be no “justice” when a decision is rendered. This has, in fact, been one of the chief criticisms of the U.S. Supreme Court. Since that court exercises complete discretion over the cases it hears, it has been said that they only take cases that they have already decided. If true, I find that frightening in two respects.
First, the high court is not required to clear up discrepancies with the interpretation and application of federal law among the circuits of the federal courts of appeal. Thus, the federal law can be differently applied in different parts of the country – no uniform federal law for the land – and who cares, right, if that is politically expedient. Second, if the highest court only hears cases it desires and has prejudged them, and if confirmation bias permeates all of the judicial system, then there is ample ammunition for the criticism that the courts are purely political entities, with judges being mere puppets doing the bidding of their appointers or electors and not objectively applying the law as it is written. Deciding court cases is not playing pinball; these decisions have dramatic impacts on people’s lives.
Ok, I addressed the elephant, and now for my own divergence.
We first must recognize the obvious – that every individual is a “decision maker.” We all make countless decisions each day, as mundane as how often we brush our teeth or as magnanimous as whether to have children. Next, there appears to be an overwhelming desire for people to categorize things as being black or white – not in the racial context – but an oversimplification of issues or subject matter. Where in reality there may be thirteen different alternatives, or various shades of gray in between them all, people like to think there is always either an A or B or right or wrong answer. There usually isn’t. Things aren’t that simple and sometimes the answer is all of the above.
In the age of social media this faulty logic has become epidemic, or to use the parlance – “gone viral.” It is, in reality, thinking backwards. People begin with a conclusion and seek out supporting “evidence” to validate themselves. The evidence is often questionable, and the positions fermented are polarizing; based more in inebriated blind faith than in reality. This leads more to one-sided screaming and incivility than to any type of productive discourse. People have decided they are right, they have their evidence, and they will no longer consider any other contrary evidence. They have integrated their position, on whatever the subject matter may be, so strongly as part of very their own identity that being “right” is necessary to protect that identity – the position has become secondary. Being “wrong” would simply shake them at their core, spin their minds into a state of oblivion. They may even label the countervailing information, even if it is overwhelming, as “fake news” or “lies” or even claim it is “biased,” all the while discounting their own biases or the biases of the sources they consulted – if they had any to begin with. They are so intoxicated with the notion that their ideas are gospel and irrefutable they see no need to even hear any words but their own.
Overconfidence and an inflated view of one’s own self-importance is magnified in cyberspace where people can create their own forums and post with relative anonymity. There are no social repercussions for being rude and inconsiderate or, more to the point, being an asshole online. There is no peer group in the room to subtlety apply pressure to be civil or call out bad behavior – at least, not in a meaningful way. When “conversations” deteriorate to episodes of cyber-rage and the leveling of death threats, which I have experienced all too frequently online, I think we can safely say this is aberrant behavior – worthy of a diagnostic code in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.
My advice is simple – wake up from your own delusions, think critically, speak civilly or hold your tongue and listen for a change, and be prepared to admit when you’re wrong – be thrilled to expand your point of view!
Photo: I found this picture on the Internet in the public domain. I could find no other attribution for it.
LinkedIn: If anyone wants to connect on LinkedIn, you can find me at https://www.linkedin.com/in/haroldstearley/
Update: April 25, 2018 – The ABA Journal just published an article about research demonstrating judicial bias with traditional gender roles, and I discovered an older article about implicit bias.
Photo: On one of the many trails I’ve hiked. This one is near the Mexican border.
I hiked deep in the forest today,
Into the canyon.
Nature’s beauty all around me.
Mountain streams. Pines and Firs,
Mixed with Sycamore, Willows, and Cottonwoods.
Loamy earth, perfumed wildflowers.
Colors dance in the wind.
The fusion of an artist’s palette.
En plein air impressions.
My body groans.
But my mind belongs here,
On this winding trail.
Surrounded by silence.
A young buck passes in isolation.
We nod to each other,
The face in the mirror staring back at me . . .
Photo: A whitetail deer parallels me in the forest; the buck mirroring my steps.
** Below is a brief excerpt from a book of health care stories I’m working on. Having spent around 24 years wrapped up in that first career of mine, I have some pretty gruesome stories to tell. But this one is mild in some respects, from the early days, but it starts to set the mood.
The old stand-up scales squealed and rattled as I rolled it down the hall on the two wheels soldered on the bottom, below the weighing platform. I wondered what the patients thought hearing this beast as we approached the rooms for daily weights. The patient weights were all supposed to be taken roughly at the same time of day to duplicate the patients’ conditions. So, we performed this routine in pairs, moving down the hallway from one room to the next. Filling in the appropriate box on the flow sheet hanging at the foot of each bed. More numbers to the list that defined who was in the bed. Numbers not names.
I remember the way she looked when we entered the room. I was helping one of the RNs weigh this thirty-three-year-old woman dying of cervical cancer. Her eyes sunken. Her hollow face, which became taunt with pain as we stood her up to the scales. The nurse I was with impatiently yanked her to get her out of bed and inflicted a little more pain than was necessary. RNs are in a hurry. Other patients and duties were waiting.
Moving a patient is a chance to assess them. If you’re observant. Strength, flexibility, balance, body temperature, skin color for oxygenation, skin turgor for hydration, abrasions, bruising, breathing – relaxed or labored, diaphoresis, the color of the sclera of the eyes, and their facial expressions and what they reveal. It’s all there, if you look.
I can see her arms and legs, only 3 centimeters (1.2 inches) in diameter. I can feel her weakness, the muscle mass wasting away, the fragility of her bones. If I squeezed too hard her arms would break. She had poor balance and could barely stand. She sweated profusely with the effort. Her skin, cold and clammy, tinge of blue beneath the fingernails. Poor oxygenation. Breathing as though a boulder was on her chest. Heart pounding. I can feel my own gut tighten as I help her to use the emesis basin, barely having enough strength to bring her stomach contents up the length of her esophagus. The acrid smell of her vomitus blending with the smell of antiseptics.
I still see, hear, smell, and feel this scene. It’s burned into my brain.
I look around the four-bed room on the surgical floor. Three other women, each with a different cancer, look away from us, and from each other. They all lay on their sides, facing the bleached-out, green tile walls. Their backs in alignment with each other. Maybe, if they look away, their cancers will not get ideas about devouring them. Denial is powerful medicine.
I stand confused, for I am only a nursing assistant. I have no formal training, yet. No one has taught me how to build barriers to human suffering and emotions, yet. I don’t think that I will ever become a RN, but eventually I will. I stand outside the door and cry. No one notices.
The next evening, when it’s time for her weight, I insert myself between her and the RN. I gently cradle her in my arms, placing her arms around my neck. I lift her out of bed and her face remains relaxed — still hollow. Her breathing is effortless. Her skin dry. Her stomach calm. I stand on the scales and the RN weighs us together. I gently lay her down in her bed and say, “I’m sorry.” She barely whispers back, “Thank you.” I weigh myself and subtract the two weights – 38.6 kilograms or 85 pounds. Down again. The cancer and the chemotherapy continue to consume her.
I promise myself that I will always feel the pain and never lose my compassion.
In the old days, before electronic scales, they looked like this. They weighed a ton and their color even matched the walls and the floors – all uniformly designed.
Photos: I found these pictures on the Internet in the public domain. I could find no further attribution for them.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there is no chain.
Powerful words from Jim Harrison, Montana poet. Mr. Harrison is probably best known for his book “Legends of the Fall.”
Photo: The moon setting behind the mountains in the Southwest USA, March 31, 2018 about 5:45 am. I took about 30 exposures to catch this one 🙂
Disclaimer: This piece is not intended as an attack on any religion. What it tries to point out is how groups try to control and manipulate power. I’m all for anyone who seeks spiritual awareness in any context.
There has been a lot of controversy swirling about the new administration’s policies on immigration. And while the words “terrorism” and “extremism” have been thrown about as justifications for issuing unconstitutional, blanket bans on specific target groups, I do not believe this is the real reason behind such actions. And guess what, there has been no dramatic influx of radical terrorists without the unconstitutional ban.
It’s really all about “outnumbering.” Backtracking to an earlier time in this country, we can look at the history of abortion laws. How is this related? Well, it’s like this. Over a hundred years ago abortion was legal in this country and you didn’t need a doctor to perform it. Salons sprouted up offering these services. Two opposition groups developed. One was doctors, they were upset that they were not getting a piece of the pie. The protestants, the second group, were upset because white, middle and upper class, protestant woman were now getting frequent abortions. The original outlawing of abortion had to do with doctors wanting money, under the guise of controlling anything they would deem to be medical, and the fear the protestants had about being outnumbered by the Catholics. The Catholics weren’t as worried, abortion was strongly against their religious tenants and the obedient posed no threat, they were out there being fruitful and multiplying, even where the children could not be fed.
You see, religious leaders longed for the days when religion dominated government. In Republics, like ours, this was eliminated, but the easy solution was to outnumber other religions – control the populous. That way, the majority of elected officials would share your belief system and the laws would be shaped to reflect and enforce that singular religious set of values and morals over any other set. Americans, and their elected officials have, for a few centuries now, been dominated by white, European Christians. This has now changed because of immigration. And in another 30 to 50 years, for the first time in this country, white, European Christians will be in the minority. Not surprisingly, we see an increase in white, nationalist Christians wanting to solidify their powerbase, and the only way to maintain control for the long-term is to limit immigration. And what better way to package and sell this idea than FEAR. After-all, those in power don’t want to admit they are really opposed to other religious beliefs.
I don’t think the real fear is rooted in Islamic Extremism. I think the fear is that Muslims are growing in number world-wide, and growing in populous in the US. And those in control don’t approve of Muslim values and teachings – they are still fighting the battle of proving their God is the best and superior God – instead of actually acquiring any spiritual awareness. Terrorism provides a convenient excuse for other agendas, like “othering” an entire group of people on the basis of race, ethnicity, or religion to purposely discriminate and eliminate if possible. For example, terrorism has been an excuse used by the Russians to invade in the Ukraine and involve itself in Syria. And “fake news,” just like the label of “terrorism,” will now be used to discredit any source in opposition to any agenda being propagated by those in control. Almost all of the terrorism that has occurred in this country has been from home-grown terrorists – good white Christians. They all had their justifications.
People can choose not to act from the basis of fear and make intelligent and lawful choices, but will they? People are easily led by fear-mongering. A couple of quotes come to mind:
“Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear–kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor-with the cry of grave national emergency. Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it …” — General Douglas MacArthur.
“Of course, the people don’t want war…that is understood. But voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.” — Hermann Goering.
Next year, will there be too many Germans, Italians, or Chinese in this country? That’s why our forefathers designed the Constitution the way they did – to prevent all forms of discrimination and one of the primary means for preserving this country’s freedom has been to keep religion separated from politics.
Good luck playing the discrimination game, two generations from now this country will look a lot different than it does now. In another 500 years we may only have one race – what will the racists and bigots discriminate against then – oh yeah, there is still religion : – )
Photo: This photo was found on the Internet in the public domain. I’ve been unable to find any other attribution for its source.
Can you boil it all down to numbers? A simple list to tell your fable. Like a number on a military dog-tag that could identify your entire life. In a way, maybe, but each item on the list involves multiple stories. And they will have to be told someday, if the fable is to survive . . .
2 Loving Parents
5 College Scholarships
11 Years of College
3 College Degrees
2 Successful Professional Careers
2 Stays in Jail
1 Beautiful Daughter
3 Colleges Taught In
5 Hospitals Worked In
4 State Government Positions
4 Wonderful Dogs
8 Foreign Countries
> 12 Jobs
2 Jobs Terminated
6 Near-Death Experiences
13 Soul Contracts
1 Twin Flame
And, I’ve probably left some things out . . .
The Photo: Love the way this pic came out. Firework with a one-minute exposure time. The exposure was set at a minute and the camera was aimed – the capture, I’m sure, was just a few seconds. But even a few seconds is long for a camera – just enough time to get the first part of the explosion 🙂
Well, eventually this topic was going to come up. It’s hard to avoid, especially with today’s newsfeed continually ticking off the latest Congressional blunders.
The diverse topics that fit into this category can be so emotionally charged that I waited a little while before adding any commentary. But I think some of the current political issues are worthy of discussion. I’d just like to keep it civil. Right now, I don’t see much civility on any side of these issues.
So, let’s start off with a note about the U.S. Constitution. This amazing, and actually short, document ensures a lot of protections for the citizens. What some don’t understand is that these protections only apply to the federal or state governments, not to the private sector. The Constitution is like a contact between the government, and its actors, and the people. The government cannot unreasonably infringe upon the rights guaranteed in the document.
This is why so many other federal laws exist. Laws such as the Civil Rights Act, the Voting Rights Act, the Age Discrimination in Employment Act, the Americans with Disabilities Act, the Pregnancy Discrimination Act, the Consolidated Omnibus Reconciliation Act, the Immigration Reform and Control Act, the Equal Pay Act, the Equal Credit Opportunity Act, the Fair Housing Act, the Employee Retirement Income Security Act, the Family Medical Leave Act, the Fair Labor Standards Act, and the Genetic Information Nondiscrimination Act. These anti-discrimination laws extend to both the public and private sectors.
None of these laws would have been enacted, but for, the private sector having exploited people. And now some of these laws are turned on their heads and have led to other forms of exploitation. We can have a little fun talking about that later.
So just this week, the House voted to essentially gut the main provisions of the Americans with Disabilities Act. I don’t recall that being on any politician’s campaign platform during the election year. I don’t recall the public demanding such action. So why are politicians stripping away protections for the citizens to benefit big business? And why aren’t people paying attention? Read on to my first post in the politics section of my blog: “The Politics of Division.”
** My prose was just published in The Urban Howl under the title: “I am Broken – Only to be Reintegrated Anew.” It is wonderful to be a part of this inspiring publication !
I am broken.
Not in a bad way.
Not in a way that needs to be “fixed.”
Mangled, crushed, fragmented, contorted, pulverized, disintegrated,
But only to be reintegrated anew.
It has happened before.
So many times no memory can capture.
I do not wish to lose what is unique and pure,
There are parts of light and wisdom I wish to regain,
Having slipped away,
Under the continual weight of the illusion surrounding us.
Stripped away by those that try to consume us,
To break our hearts,
To kill our spirits.
No one is coming to rescue us.
No clichés with meaning can solve any problems.
No platitudes of value provide any answers.
No therapist can fix such fractures.
But there is within us a type of magick that can be reached,
If we can find it.
To break out, cut free, re-form, start again,
With clarity of vision,
Led by heart and soul.
And not waste a second but,
Living every moment here and now. . .
Photo: Some cottonwood trees stretch to the sky and the photo editor turns it surreal 🙂
I remember when all employment practices, like hiring, firing, policy formation, etc., were handled in the “Personnel” office. And then the wave of new management-speak began and the name was changed to “Human Resources.” My colleagues and I were quite offended. To us, we had gone from being “persons” to “resources.” Just another log to throw on the corporate fire to be burned out, burned up, and our ashes discarded.
Then all of us employees became “Human Capital.” Now management was using banking terms to describe people. This was, perhaps, a little better in that the connotation was that employees were an “investment.” This term evolved when employers realized half of their workforce was getting ready to retire, and they needed to invest in new logs to burn. Some employers may have actually valued the loss of institutional knowledge that was going to be exiting when all those bodies walked out the door, never to return. I can’t say for sure. The places I’ve worked always seemed to value replacing long-term employees with unskilled cheaper ones.
I always love it when new terms like this are coined. Sometimes they’re good and sometimes they are bad, but they are almost always entertaining because those creating the new terminology don’t always understand the messages they are conveying. But I also love it because I can see other applications of the new phrase. That’s where some of the real fun begins.
The one I heard yesterday was “Angel Dusting.” And I absolutely love this one, seriously. The context in which it was applied was in the way manufacturers of body-care products mask the toxins they are conning us into spraying on ourselves. Or maybe “masking” is not the proper term, maybe “hyping” is better. You see, these manufacturers put all forms of toxic compounds in things like lipstick, body wash, fragrances, sun screen, shaving cream; you name it. Beauty products manufacturers don’t even have to disclose what all is in their concoctions and potions. They get to hide the bulk of their ingredients in the name of preserving “trade secrets.” Tune in to the Heavy Metals Summit if you’d like to learn more about these toxins.
The “Dusting” occurs when the companies add a dash of vitamin A or E, or oatmeal, or vanilla, maybe an essential oil, and even yogurt. But that’s all they add – a dusting. These additives are in such small quantities that they have no beneficial value at all. It’s a great marketing ploy, and it steers you away from all the bad stuff in there like parabens, synthetic colors, undefined fragrance, phthalates, triclosan, sodium lauryl sulfate, formaldehyde, and toluene. Check out this article: “10 Toxic Beauty Ingredients to Avoid.”
The connotation of “Angel Dusting” is that they give just a minute amount of the good, to get you see past or accept the huge quantity of bad. And, I can see this term being applied in all sorts of situations.
How many of us have put up with an extremely bad job, or bad boss because of the small perks that come around every once in a Blue Moon. Or personal relationships. They could even be abusive relationships, but we get a “dusting” of good, just enough to keep us holding on. Believing that things are all right or that they will get better. Flowers after a verbal or physical assault. Promises of treating us better, of respecting our needs or desires. The narcissist that dominates and controls while gaslighting you (another fun term) into believing they are the nice, sane partner in the relationship. All the while, we are being poisoned. Having the energy drained from our bodies, our spirits crushed.
Perhaps it’s a phony spiritual leader, dusting us with promises of acquiring wealth, happiness and spiritual union, all for a donation of $99.99. The language sounds so sweet, so believable. There are testimonials from saved souls – more dusting phonies on the payroll.
How about legislation that is named in the opposite of what it actually does. My favorite is the Patriot Act. It allows highly questionable government intrusion into personal privacy, basically violating constitutional rights in exchange for a mere dusting of the idea of increased security. Maybe it has worked in small measure, but at what cost to liberty – but angelically, you are a “patriot.”
Unfortunately, it takes time for the toxicity to increase to the point where we finally realize we are poisoned. Detoxing is extremely difficult and the long-lasting effects of the toxins can be catastrophic.
In terms of environmental pollutants this can lead to the devastation of entire landscapes, displacement of families, and the need for Superfund cleanups.
In terms of personal exposure to toxic chemicals, it can manifest as autoimmune diseases, severely impairing the quality of life and leading to early mortality.
In terms of spirituality, well just remember Jim Jones, Jonestown in Guyana, and the poison Kool-Aid.
In terms of lawmaking or executive action, it can be when we realize the action taken was all to benefit a special interest at the expense of everyone else – the public treasury already raided, billions of tax-payer monies gone, like the banking bailout. Too big to fail, right?
In terms of relationships, it can destroy trust and self-esteem and set us up for a life of loneliness and alienation – and that’s if the poisoning was mental. Physical abuse, perpetuated and repeated with doses of retaining Angle Dust, can be fatal. The victim wasn’t able to escape in time.
“Angel Dusting.” What a concept. A way to profit off of poisoning the healthy by adding a minuscule speck of honey to entrap us . . . I bet you can think of some more applications of this term.
Photo: A beautiful lake in northern Montana. It was one of the most amazing places I’ve visited.