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Converts all to the religion of fun
To its church: bars, booze, fun food, and fellowship
Pray for redemption for their home team
While raising hell.

Bring their children up in the faith: the theology of football
Its canon, liturgy, ecclesiastical vestments, symbols, and rituals.
Casting their lot in the weekly football pool:
Seeking salvation, fearing damnation.

Every Sunday, the Eucharist:
Gathered together in holy Communion before the screen.
Consuming the body and blood of their Team
Dispensed through the mediation of holy men.

Announcers and prophets, dressed in their blazers
Anointed by their acolytes with superhuman powers
To enrapture or to inflict eternal pain.
Reciting banalities and incomprehensible cant.

Bathed in the gaudy lights of their altar
Its mythological gods and heroic deeds enshrined
For the spiritual fulfillment of their worshippers
Yearning yet for something real.

Dave Harrison
Redondo Beach, California
01/14/2020

My daddy is my hero, my role model.
He’s so wonderful and kind, so much fun
I want to be just like him.

I’ll have fun and forget about discipline
The Logic of things and consequences
The laws of cause and effect, responsibility, the future.
I’ll be free of all that, with nothing to worry about.

When they offer me food and drink, snacks and fun food
That my body doesn’t want or need, I’ll say Sure!
Pack on the weight and bulk up, and then I’ll look just like him.

My appearance gone and my health, too.
Overweight, lame, in pain, alone, and scared
Addicted to recreational food and drink
Desperate to pair off with anyone at all
So long as they’re fit and can take care of me.

I’ll have kids eager to be just like me and my daddy, too.
Fun lovers defenseless against excess
With a little bit of credibility and a whole lot of talk.
That means nothing since nothing matters anyway.
Lost minds and souls, slaves to addiction.

We don’t have to accept responsibility or accountability.
Change or inconvenience ourselves, or upset the status quo
Because everything will take care of itself
Everything will be just fine.

We don’t have to work at taking care of ourselves
Work gets in the way of having fun
Yielding to the pleasures of the moment, seizing the moment
While forfeiting our own and our children’s moment in the future.

What kind of thinking is that?
Thinking just gets in the way of having fun.
That’s what I learned at home.
Too many facts, choices, considerations, and consequences
Worrying just gets in the way of having fun.

What can be done about it anyway?
Everything is rigged; it’s all pointless.
People who run everything don’t care what I think.
They’re not listening, so why should I speak up?
Taking a stand just gets in the way of having fun.

Nobody really cares about the truth.
They’re just looking after themselves, so I think that’s what I’ll do.
When I grow up, I’ll look after myself and my own.
I won’t let anything get in the way of having fun.

And if I have to think my way out of the mess I’ve created
I’ll count on someone else doing my thinking for me.
That way I’ll have everything I want with no inconvenience.
I’ll be just like my hero, my hedonist

My Daddy.

Dave Harrison
Redondo Beach, California
January 10, 2020

South Bay (Torrance), California
12/17/19

Torrance Transit #8 got me from Artesia & Rindge to the rally at Hawthorne & Sepulveda in 30 minutes.

Used my seniors discount TAP card, round trip practically free.

Stood on the NE corner for the first hour 4:45 to 5:45 flashing my Defend Democracy sign.

Chanting with the others, yelling at motorists, thanking them for honking in sympathy.

Strongest impression was the sound of car horns in all directions showing solidarity.

Truckers especially, when they blasted their sympathy long and loud.

People drove by with their windows rolled down, waving, cheering, and photographing us.

There were Trump loyalists but way outnumbered.

2nd hour I strolled up to the other end, near the mall entrance, and bellowed from there.

Got into simpatico conversations with two couples around my age and a pair of middle-aged women.

The older women still aren't comfortable with the idea of Standing Up to the Beast.

Seem to think the Beast can be removed from our living rooms by offering it tea and scones.

But the men don't see any hope in being nice; they know we're in a civil war.

The younger women seemed full of fight, with their signs and their chants.

This was a MoveOn crowd, aging eccentrics like me

With the quaint idea that the time has come to speak up.

Plus younger women ready to take it to the abusive male-chauvinists.

I overhead "Bernie" once.

But this was not a Bernie crowd: no significant college student presence.

No significant male working age presence -- guys like my son and his friends.

No significant black or Latino presence.

Docile, like the rally at City Hall downtown over separating immigrants from their children.

But angrier, more resolute, more spirited.

I overheard a rumor that Trump supporters were on site but I only saw one.

Ridiculous woman holding an "Impeachment Hoax" sign.

Thugs flying Trump flags drove by in their SUV blaring their horn.

Looked like the same mercenaries who marched by the City Hall rally.

Had our crowd reached the level of a Bernie rally it would have attracted more Trump thugs.

But there weren't enough of us (I never got a look at the whole crowd) to pose a threat.

If our numbers do swell, Trump thugs will show up and we will be tested.

Fear that there might be violence could have kept our numbers down.

Anyone showing up a week before Christmas, plus passers-by support, was encouraging.

We know Trump's base has been rallied to do battle for years.

They haven't grown in numbers; they're just waiting for us to rally to our side of it.

Right now, we're rallying ourselves, because the impeachment rally was leaderless.

The folks I talked to had no better idea than I have who to turn to.

Which candidates look good on a horse -- Warren? Booker?

Certainly not Biden.

That's my main takeaway: troops are ready to take to the streets but have no one to lead them.

The Democratic Party has to do something about it.

If it doesn't, someone else will have to fill the void.

Anyway, the House impeached the bastard; t hey did their job.

What can the rest of us do?

The Beast isn't sitting still, that's for sure.

Dave Harrison

www.davidclarkharrison.com

How did we get here? If our story began in the womb of our Parent, where thoughts weren’t scrambled with nonsense from nowhere, where it was safe to create, how did we trip the breaker? How did we jettison ourselves out of consciousness and into another reality?

30 years ago, Ken Wapnick published Love Does Not Condemn, a treatise subtitled “The World, the Flesh, and the Devil According to Platonism, Christianity, Gnosticism, and A Course in Miracles.” He wrote that no philosophy or religion explains the loss of consciousness that precipitated this seminal event. A Course in Miracles picks up the story afterward, with spiritual psychology and clues to what went before. But, basically, we’re left to figure it out for ourselves.

Not having a plausible answer to how we got here, that spares us false assumptions about our fatal flaw, our eternal sin, disgrace, and shame, leaves untouched a terminally toxic pollutant within the human soul. Our psyche is ridden with guilt. And it is the projection of guilt onto others, to get rid of it, that ultimately accounts for our suffering and appalling inhumanity. It doesn’t Make Happy; it makes miserable.

The flaw in our thinking begins with our basic identity. No account treats what transpired after our birth, the mistake we made, as the act of a child. Our corrupted minds suspect the act of a fully developed malefactor. And on this assumption rests spurious belief systems with senseless body-centered rituals, unyielding canons, arbitrary demands for sacrifice, and gratuitous cruelties.

What tidings can I share over the holidays? I’m writing a commentary on Ken Wapnick’s book that lays out a theory: what exactly the innocent Child did that tripped the breaker; that caused him or her to lose consciousness; to yield to an onslaught of viral, illusory thoughts from non-Being; to descend into madness; to try to project his guilt to get rid of it; to try to separate from the terrible specter of a wrathful Parent; and, in so doing, to try to split Being, inter-connectedness itself, a thought so insane that it produced the Big Bang, the mother of all atom-splitting nuclear explosions. All of this the act of an innocent Child not in his right mind, dreaming illusory thoughts in his sleep.

This is what I’m up to, theorizing on the meaning of life and the origin and fate of the universe, from A Course in Miracles and other sources. All for one purpose: Making Happy. Whether I succeed or not, it’s great fun trying.

Dave Harrison
Excerpted from annual Christmas letter
December 2019

Dearly Beloved: liberating free spirit, trusted friend, validating and empowering guide, bountiful and playful creator in heaven. We love you; we will always love you; we will never leave you. Thank you for all your gifts and blessings and all our relationships. Today and every day, may we be touched by your Love and receive your continuing help, guidance, and gentle loving kindness:

In our quest for Mind: for knowledge, wisdom, and truth. For reason, enlightenment, and sanity. For faith, purpose, and hope. For health, healing, and miracles. For freedom from the tyranny of guilt and blame. For ability, learning, and just causes. For growth – personal, spiritual, and character. For achievement, self-respect, and worthiness.

In our quest for Love: for freedom of thought, choice, and expression. For order and discipline. For family and intimacy, extended family and community. For worth, gifts, talents, and recognition. For abundance, food, clothing, and shelter.

In our quest for Spirit: for beauty, purity, and essence. For Innocence. For home and sanctuary. For protection, peace, trust, and harmony. For joyfulness and spontaneity, happiness, playfulness, and laughter. For freedom from confinement and addiction. For empowerment, control, strength, and energy.

Help us to share you with one another, to see us as you see us. Help us to get out of the way, that we may choose eternal life instead of death, Love instead of fear, Innocence instead of guilt, healing instead of separation. That we may reclaim our innocence through one another, awaken, and return home to be with you.

With thanks for our guides, trainers, and escorts. So be it. Amen

Dave Harrison
Excerpted from annual Christmas letter
December 2019

Trump-Miller are attacking our entire democracy
Comprehensively and simultaneously
At all levels, on all fronts.

While we have been responding to individual threats.
To feints and maneuvers meant to distract us
Unable or unwilling to acknowledge the scale
The enormity of what they are doing.

We have been defending ourselves with peashooters.
With platoons and regiments, getting absolutely nowhere.
When what is needed is for the entire country to rise up as one army
With everyone doing their part.

If it is democracy that is under attack
Then democracy itself must respond.

We can't leave the fight to someone else.
We've got to take a stand.
And challenge everyone to do the same.
Democracy depends upon it.

Democracy needs us.
Our planet needs us.

Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln – marching together.
Beneath American flags, fifes and drums playing.
Every school child’s image of our founding.
Their cause was Democracy.

Our country stands for nothing if it does not stand for Democracy.
This is our cause, and it is being taken away from us.
Our country is being taken away from us.
Trampled underfoot by dictators at home and abroad.

When the Beast invades our homes, our places of peace
With intent to harm, our only choice is to resist.
If, in defending our homes, our country, our planet
Someone is offended, someone gets hurt, so be it.

Our cause is forced upon us.
To save our country for democracy.
Gently and with loving kindness if possible.
Aggressively if necessary.
But always: to hear and be heard.

1930’s National Socialism has metastasized to our shores.
All who would defend democracy
Reason and science, compassion, truth, and civility
Must take a stand.

Our Generation’s Civil War Has Begun.
Standing Up to the Beast.
Is where I stand.
Not the end, but only the beginning.

To my Republican friends, so very kind in person
So very cruel, insensitive, and disrespectful in your beliefs
Challenged by facts and logic, addicted to lies
Indifferent to personal character
Heedless of the catastrophe bearing down on us.

Heed this.
Admiral Yamamoto’s warning:
I fear that we have awakened a sleeping giant
And filled him with terrible resolve.

Democracy is a cause unlike any other.
Countless millions have fought and died for it.
Hong Kong fights and dies now.
Many millions more will rise up here with terrible resolve.

How then will you take away our democracy?
Our rights, our freedoms, our civil liberties?
Over our dead bodies!

To the rest of us
We are not passengers on a plane that’s just crash-landed.
Strapped to our seats, immobilized by shock
Waiting passively for the end to come.
We are soldiers in a cause. taking the fight to the enemy
Secure in the knowledge that our cause is just.
We will prevail.

The time to change minds ends
When there are no longer minds to change.
When there is only unreasoning hysteria, hatred, and madness.
Rampant guilt projected onto “them.”

Our skies are inflamed with the fires of hell.
It will be time enough to make peace, to trust and make friends
When the light of Reason and respect shines again.

When guilt is banished for the lie that it is
And truth is restored.
Innocence -- our sanctuary and our strength.

It will happen.
But for now: Uncle Sam wants YOU!

David C. Harrison
Redondo Beach, California
7 December 2019 - Pearl Harbor Day

Trump-Miler's self-styled "victims" could be expected to want to become a political force.
To achieve fairness and social justice -- to end victimization.
As FDR's followers wanted -- genuine victims of the Great Depression.

Of course, that's not what the Trump-Miller mob wants.
Their political pedigree is of the opposite stripe.
From the opposite side of the Atlantic in the same era.

They want a victim-in-chief to validate their projection of guilt onto others.
Their supposed "persecutors."
To justify switching one victim for another so they can persecute.
So others can be the "losers" and they can be the "winners."

Blindly following the Winner-in-Chief makes them winners by association
A status they will never relinquish so long as their champion lives.
No matter what evils he perpetrates.

Far from being a flawed human being, he is their Savior, their Chosen One.
More exalted than history's greatest heroes -- Lincoln, Churchill.
Are we afflicted with daily horrors?
This is Horror.

Cruelty is not a by-product of their behavior; it is its very purpose.
Cruelty to others directed by their role model is proof positive.
That they have arrived, and he has gotten them there.
That they and he are one and the same.
The bond between them could not be stronger if it were real blood and soil.

Reacting to their cruelties with horror and outrage doesn't give them pause.
It's music to their ears, a red flag waved in the face of the raging bull.
An incitement to further madness, more cruelty.

The Beast's grasp of power has already gone too far to stop him by democratic means.
Republicans, the Senate, the judiciary -- pitiful institutions -- shrink in relevance before our eyes.
While impeachment grinds inexorably toward meekness and inconclusion.

With democracy already lost, horror and outrage are irrelevant.
Impeachment is irrelevant.

Tinkering with articles of impeachment won't change the political dynamics.
When it's plain for all to see: The Republican Senate can't be moved.
Their base, inflamed by their impotent rage and right-wing propaganda, can't be moved.
The politicized, emasculated Supreme Court, can't be moved.
It's too late!

Sounding the alarm over systemic cruelty at the border.
Is commendable, honorable, patriotic, courageous.
It's never acceptable to ignore abandoned children bleeding to death.
We must continue to bear witness, to alleviate suffering.

But the moral ground has shifted.
We must adjust.

All that's left in the present circumstances is to re-channel the force of feeling.
To unite in search of a leader who will rally us against the Beast.
To unite in fierce opposition to the Beast with all the resources at our disposal.
To defend Democracy, science, compassion, justice, and civility.
To defend civilization and our habitable planet.
To fight for our lives and the lives of our children and grandchildren.

The fight -- our generation's Civil War -- has already begun.
The only question is: who can lead us in the fight?

When Republicans circled the wagons after Trump-Miller's crimes were exposed.
When they abandoned Reason for rationalizing and surrendered to the mob.
That's when the war began.
The vote in the Senate to acquit will only be a formality.
The decision of the Supreme Court to protect Trump's tax returns will only be a formality.

Reason has already left the room.
What more proof that we have been abandoned by Reason.
Than five minutes of right-wing media?
Than five minutes conversation with anyone who supports Trump?

Yes, victimization of immigrant children at the border.
Has not drawn the attention, the outrage, that it deserves.
Forgive our Democratic compatriots for their blunders, their shortcomings.
But we must move on.

I offer solidarity with anyone who will join me in this cause.
We must find and get behind the right candidate with everything we've got.
Short of Trump-Miller dying of natural causes.
And their base melting away -- not a likely prospect.
It is our only hope.

David C. Harrison
Redondo Beach, California

Thoughts from a letter to a friend
6 December 2019

Christmas greetings (excerpt)
December 2018 

Christians celebrate the birth of an unusual person. A Visitor from where it’s always Now, and he performed miracles to show what it means that where we are it’s never Now. It means where we are isn’t real. I was dusting a radiator in Cambridge, 48 years ago, when suddenly everything was crystal clear: the meaning of life and the origin and fate of the universe. That’s interesting. I’ll finish dusting and write that down. Of course, my epiphany was gone when I was done, so I had to wait another 14 years before it happened again. This time, I was polishing a floor in Hanover. My empty brain was flooded by a felt perception of the interconnectedness of things. Hmm, that’s interesting, I’ll write that down. But all that came to mind was “aware” and “storyline.” Huh?

 

Theoretical physicists trying to figure out the origin and fate of the universe have also come to Huh?. They thought matter was real, but quantum gravity has them wondering, and no experiments can prove their strange theories. They’re asking for help from philosophy. A Course in Miracles, channeled by our unusual Visitor, is philosophy plus psychology that explains what the deal is. Worth taking seriously because it’s from conscious Mind, not compromised by sensory perception that rules out objectivity. Matter behaves like the stuff dreams are made of because it is a dream. Scientists have waded into a projection of Mind rendered unconscious because it contemplated an irrational thought. That would be us, given freedom of thought and choice, and what did we do with it? We chose the mad idea of separation instead of sanity, and you see what the result is: broken relationships and all the rest. So, what’s to be done? How about just doing what our Visitor suggested: look upon one another as he sees us – innocent and blameless. And let conscious Mind, our loving Parent, know we’d like to wake up. Poof goes the dream! Poof goes the universe! We’re Home again!

Wishing you and yours wildly fun holidays, a wakeful New Year, and a welcome Home.

Dave Harrison