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It needs a name…

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We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

~Tyler Durden

“This is the Beat Generation” which appeared in the New York Times Magazine on November 16, 1952 and attempted to define the very essence of the young people of the movement. He wrote that those of the Beat Generation harbored more than just weariness, but carried raw feelings of being used and endured a nakedness of mind and soul. Jack Kerouac countered in interviews by explaining that “beat” really meant “beatific” or “sacred,” and many interpreted his works as exercises in capturing the holiness of the downtrodden.”

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 Listening to the shock over the last few years, in general, of our young men, who kill with weapons of mass destruction?  Now I see it is not a gun or assault weapon that we should worry about but any sort of destructive tool. I ask this question, are all of these random acts of violence random? It is beyond religion, race or country. These young man have intelligence, college and lack accountability. I hold parents, institutions and all of us accountable too. I see this as a global problem. My insight tells me that we are seeing a manifestation of repressed  shadow at play, with roots that are deep in the unconscious of these young men: manifesting in our young men in times of disillusionment and abasement. How else can we understand this hate, malice and disregard for life, joy and innocence?

I have spent a good deal of my life with rebellious men; ones that I watched in films, those in bands, artists and writers. I feel rebellion is healthy in any culture. It asks questions and plays with a culture creatively and freely. Yet, what I see now goes much further and deeper and shows us the real face of a powerful diabolical shadow. It needs a name.

My son is a part of this generation of young men, he grew up with the Matrix, Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings, not to forget to mention all of the anime cartoons and comic books.  Somehow the foresight of these stories, myths and archetypes draw upon the individual young men and their ability to endure and conquer the evils of the world, but  some of the characters, on an individual level, join this shadow and do untold harm to others and a culture. We need these stories now and I am glad they are here.

I am listening deeply and I believe that this new generation of young men have an intense unconscious to deal with. Some pop under this pressure.

I am not talking about gangs or any drug culture supported by addicts’ that are unaware and adrift in it. I see something deeper and beyond this… almost like a cancer.

So what can we do?  Well, by reflecting on what I am saying and considering what I am saying, is a good start. I am sure I  am not the only one seeing this either? We need to stop projecting blame on the individual young man but start looking at his shadowy cancer instead.  The unconscious shadow of these young men is perverted and out of balance. This shadow is in all of us, yes  it is part us all. It is part of who we are as human beings. We need to do something creatively unique and focus our conscience, our attention on this hidden issue. Maybe, read the books of their generation or at least talk to them about these stories. The world that incarnated with them is the world of computers, cell phones and endless games online or elsewhere.

This is not a solution but an insight into this problem at hand… it is time for all of us to listen to our young men. We may not agree with what they have to say, but it is time to acknowledge the big shadow they are carrying on their backs. It is a hidden collective unconscious that acts randomly on the individual. I feel this is due to a buildup of repressed negativity from many cultures from around the world. It is global.  The world is getting faster and faster. Technology  is moving faster and faster as well. It is time to slow down again and take the path of quality over quantity.  We need to show them the value of life instead of only pushing them towards fame, fortune or wealth.

Take a breath and just listen….

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake

I only have a copy of this book from the library. It is one of the most valuable of valuables of my heart. I like this man because he attacks perfection. He attacks technology and he attacks big egos. I think everyone should read this book. Blake is a humorist, he is very esoteric and clever. He seems to know human nature best because he shows he has been burned emotionally by friends.

Betrayal is the great realism or knowledge of the heart.

Blake includes nature and art. What a remarkable creation. Why are all the interesting people dead… well maybe not so? I feel like maybe he is around somewhere when reading his work.

Get it and make some wrinkles in your clothes. Go out and misspell something. Be imperfect in grammar and voice.

But never-never be insincere, greedy, or inhuman.

Read. Intelligence of the heart is the game he plays… and you got to have one to play Blake’s game of intelligence…Brain, heart and honesty and William Blake.

I find so much decadence, arrogance and lying in the world today…How comforting it is to have Blake in the world to read!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Adventures of Sony and Raubie Part Two

Beer, Ginger Ale and Gristle

Holly and Sony photo by Steve Hudson

Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
He’d been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Indian Sunset, Mad Man Across The Water by Elton John

Leaning against the kitchen sink and munching and grinding gristle with our teeth was a treat after a long ride on the horses.  My mom left stew bones on the kitchen counter cooling off.  Refreshing our spirits by reaching in the freezer to pull out a cold mug of Coors Beer.  Ruff was about 14 at the time. She was about 4 foot 5 inches and had a small but sturdy frame. Mousey blond long hair fell widely around her. Her blue-green eyes and a large scare on her face fit her.  As a toddler the family German Shepard, who was half wolf, attacked her but that was not a problem for Ruff. She rode her grey roan Appaloosa like he was made just for her. Ruff would cuss you out if ya messed with her. She rode bareback and also had a western saddle, with a good ‘old rope circled around her horn in the front. She practiced barrel racing in a large field below her home. Raubie was slow moving horse but Ruff was good at getting him going-on a real smooth soft gallop around the barrels. The barrels were built up rocks and boxes.

On Saturdays we took long rides. Stopping in at a local store near Topanga Canyon, we bought Ginger Ale. Two large bottles. Some for us and some for the horses. They loved it. They also loved beer. My dad often gave Sony his bottle to drink down. We laughed. Sony would drink it down and make it look so good.  My mustang stood about 14 hands high and was a good size for me. Sony wildly ran up hills. Hanging on tight you could not stop his free run. I had a bareback pad and an English saddle, which caused a lot of quarreling between Ruff and I on what was the better ride She rode a western saddle.I was not a fancy English rider that rode around a little ring for tournaments. There was nothing like riding an English saddle on a jump. Ruff and I could do it with the best of them.

I made jumps for the horses out of bamboo shoots that grew near my parents house. A large field below made a great riding ring for jumping. Sony was an excellent jumper. It was a great feeling like riding on a swing, that butterfly feeling that you feel in your belly. Sony, with a powerful jerk, could fling me off him. He even stopped abruptly in front of the jump and begin to eat the bamboo. We trashed jumping after some time. Instead we would sneak into rings in the Santa Monica Mountains. We raced through a few great open farms. We were often chased away, but always went back later.

Hudley Flipside @COPYWRITE The Adventures of Sony and Raubie