Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, has long been my favorite film of all time. Jimmy Stewart is my favorite muse actually, right after Archangel Michael and the Mother Mary. And Mr. Smith must be other people's favorite icon of justice too, because somehow we thought long and hard enough about bringing some justice and defeating the nefarious Orwellian powers to collectively inspire an ophthalmologist (Rand Paul) to open a portal of light to help return sanity and truth to the planet (when he gave his speech on the Senate floor in an active filibuster yesterday). In what amounts to a "cease and desist letter" from Asia, the North Koreans have issued a declaration of war on the US. This sobering reaction to the out-of-control world policing that has escalated from financial and corporate bullying (of primarily second and third world countries) and worldwide gross environmental subterfuge to the all out medieval and draconian in-your-face domination and abuse of all human rights in mechanized and systematic industrial warfare (or war-fare like global industry) everywhere that can only be the work of disassociated callous masochists. Or perhaps greed is the motivator, and denial and compartmentalization is the modus operandi.

But who can explain empires? Who can explain the mass genocide (read: torture and slaughter of babies, women and men) upon the Native Americans. Why is it so taboo to mention the truth? Because one percent of them survived, and now some of us like to use sage to smudge our haunted Victorian houses? Because we want to focus on our pretty nail polish and Tivo-ing our favorite crime shows featuring dismembered bodies and rape victims. Oh? Okay, I'll just swallow it. Shove my "feminist commentary" (read: humanist) back where it came from and continue to be subjected to low levels of degradation, high levels of weather modification, passive-aggressive threats, and humiliation in my collective name, because the smell of new cars is worth the money it takes to keep me in a bubble, and my culture has taught me to worship death and violence instead of the earth and making peace and the intoxicating vibrations of love.

13 hours of bravery. 13. The number of menstrual cycles in a year. The number of astrological sun signs, when you include the forgotten constellation Asclepius...representing the keeper of the ancient Egyptian wisdom. Little is known about the wisdom of ancient Egypt, comprised of the left eye mysteries and the right eye mysteries. A lot was done to suppress both schools of thought, available to the chosen few. The caduceus, the staff with two entwined serpents, which is the symbol for AMA, draws from the iconography associated with Asclepius, his serpent rod, or asklepios. The forgotten school of thought came from the goddess culture was anti-hierarchical and pro-global peace. 13. The number of the sacred feminine. The number women's moon cycles in a year. The number of truth.