Ojai22: Lessons Learned

Wellness, Health, Life


Posted by ojai22 on January 7, 2014

You say you’re Pro-Choice, do you?  What exactly does that mean?  That you have a right to choose what happens to your body?  Of course you do.  It is your body after all.

I’d like to look at those choices that you have, that you work so hard to protect, and rightly so.  When other people have power over your body, that is yourself they are manipulating.  Your mind may run free, but if your body is controlled your mind will be right there with it trying to survive.  Your right to make choices for your own body is an integral part of Freedom.

Your first choice will be – are you going to hit the sack with this guy?  Of course, if he’s your husband you probably will.  Whether he’s a husband, lover, or someone you just met that rings all your bells, this is where you make your first choice. Right?  Let’s continue.

In case you’ve decided to mingle your energies and bodily fluids, your next choice will be – which one of you will provide the protection?  Will he or will you do the honors?  This is an important choice that you should consider carefully.  If he’s a husband or old lover that choice may have been made long ago, but it is still a choice that had to be made.  If he’s a stranger that you met on the train, then who will you trust to make that decision?  This is where you make your second choice.

Let’s say you have decided to be responsible for yourself.  You’ve made two choices and now another one looms before you – what kind of contraceptive will you use? Thanks to modern science you have several products from which to choose.  All to help you prevent pregnancy.  That, you don’t want so you make your choice and hit the sack.  It all worked out rather well; you made the choices you needed to make to achieve your goal of getting laid but not getting pregnant.  Congratulations!

But what if….What if you got careless, or you don’t want him to think you’re that kind of woman – as though he would care! – or some other tipsy reason, what if you find yourself in the position of having thrown all caution, and choices, to the wind?  Without exercising any of your choices you allow the Law of Procreation to fulfill it’s natural function.  This, too, is a choice.  You leave yourself open to the Law that has kept humanity going for a million years.  You have chosen to become part of that Law.  With that act you became Pro-Life!

You carry inside you a new body.  Are you again saying you have a right to decide what happens to your body?  Of course you do, that hasn’t changed.  We’ve examined the choices you had before you; they are all valid choices. The problem here was your choice to overlook any protection for yourself against the Law of the Universe – Life itself.  Your choice made it possible for the Law to do exactly what the Law does – begin a new person with a new body.  Do you really want a law that says you have the right to harm the tiny defenseless body that belongs to someone else?  Yes, that’s right.  That is not your body growing inside you; it’s the one you and your friend have given permission to come forth.  Through your choice and your act the two of you invited it.  It’s body belongs to itself.  It has the same Freedom you have.

Being too small to make it’s own decisions you and papa share the responsibility of protecting it’s life and it’s rights.  You gave it Life, can you now give it Love?

Moving in tune with the Universal Principle you became Pro-Life.  You allowed another life to begin, as it was allowed for you.  Congratulations!

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Posted by ojai22 on August 5, 2010

Many years ago I wrote an article that was published in a small newspaper – whose name I can’t remember – that serviced the area where I lived. Shortly before the July 4th holiday they asked folks to send in something they had written that celebrated some aspect of the holiday. I had an essay that I had written a few years earlier about the head of the Statue of Liberty so sent it off, and it got published.

Recently I came across this article and was struck by how it was written: the POV is from a division between the head and heart. I see now that that is a great cause of conflict but is a POV that is common to mankind. Notwithstanding that fact, I liked the essence of what I had to say back then so am publishing it here. There’s just one idea in the article that disturbs me: “men to match her mountains” – where are they?

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With a cold analytical eye I view the head of the Statue of Liberty with amusement and disdain. She has the coarse features of a man and the smudges commonly associated with little boys. The seven-pronged tiara atop her copper head is reminiscent of the helmet of a long-forgotten knight. Since her hair resembles a powdered wig dating from the Middle Ages it is a blessing that she stands so high and therefore, can’t be seen too closely.

She has a dazed, half-dozing, complacent look which belies the symbolism of radiance and defense that’s attributed to her. Overall, she leaves me wondering about the taste and dignity – and sanity – of the man who created her. I wonder, too, about the intelligence of a country that would point to her with pride.

On the other hand, when I look at her with my heart she takes on softness and grace. I see a crown of thorns wisely placed on a head whose eyes never close, whose vigilance never ends, whose hope never dies. In her face I see the height and breadth of a nation who adopted her as their own, then found that it was she who owned the nation, allowing each of us to live here through the grace of her generosity while gently reminding us that we are all representatives of these United States.

I see the faith and guidance she exudes to all who are persecuted throughout the world. The hand she extends to those who have crawled upon her shores. The freedom, opportunity, and abundance she offers to all. I see the mind, the soul, and the freedom of man being challenged by tyranny and coercion. The Lady stands as a symbol that man can not only rise to meet such a challenge, but did.

From her lofty perch she shouts that opportunity will always knock, that liberty will survive the subjugation and greed that oppose it, and she weeps for those who live under oppression.

Her stately spirit is formed by the noble men who have died to make this country great, and is constantly being renewed by those who work to maintain its greatness. After tears of blood, broken spirits, and desolation her place in the sun is secure. The radiance of her might shines across the world to help direct the way of all those who seek their place. The beam she sends forth carries tenderness, wisdom, truth – and courage, strength, justice.

Behind her calm eyes I see a fierceness that almost frightens me, stayed only by the benevolence and discernment that serve to reassure me. She looks confident that Time cannot erase what her Spirit has built. She’ll always have men to match her mountains because she’ll produce them.

In some small way she belongs to me alone – my own personal symbol of greatness and goodness. But I’m happy to share her with my fellowman, providing the viewpoint is always from the heart.

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Posted by ojai22 on March 25, 2008

The first article I wrote for this blog was about unfermented soy and why I had to stop using it. At that time I didn’t mention an alternative. I was depending so much on soy for my diet that I wondered what I could replace it with. I settled on fish. I had been Vegan for many years, but had no problem deciding to return to fish, at least temporarily. It was to be more temporary than I suspected.

Blithely, I bought tuna canned in olive oil. Cooked wide noodles, added the flaked, oily fish, some chopped onion and capers, and had a feast. Briefly. The headache came out of nowhere. After a day or so, I tried again. Severe headache again. This sent me to the computer and a search engine. During those years that I spent as a Vegan, something had happened to the fish. They were now full of mercury, among other chemicals that have no place in the oceans of the world. I read about whales and dolphins swallowing plastic bags which suffocated them. But, they said, you can eat Alaskan Salmon, it has no mercury! What a desolate situation….

I tried the salmon and it was fine for awhile. Then I found a smaller can that had no bones and skin and thought to try the noodles and capers again. Not all Alaskan Salmon are from Alaska. An Alaskan Salmon can be grown in other places. I didn’t know that.

I made it for lunch and sat down to watch a TV show that I sometimes watch if I’m not busy. I had been eating about 5 minutes when the show started; something happened to my body at the same time. At first I thought it was severe heart-burn. I had had a mild case of that once many years ago, but this was much worse. I was sure my chest would explode while my heart was thumping and racing. At the same time my stomach felt as though it would be included in the violent explosion that seemed imminent. I loosened my clothes, struggling to breathe, but it didn’t help.

I thought I should lie down till this passes, so headed for the bedroom, leaving the TV running. By the time I got there I was shaking so hard I could hardly stay on my feet, and was suddenly extremely hot, drenched in perspiration; it was actually running into my eyes. I tore my clothes off, trying to hold my stomach with one hand, which didn’t help at all.

I knew it was the fish as I could feel it more in my stomach now. Instantly I realized that it had to come up. If I survived till it hit my digestive tract, it would spread through the blood to the entire body and I would be a lost cause.

I got up and struggled back up the hall. Drank a glass of water as the glass shook in my hand, but nothing happened. I realized I’ll have to do more than drink water, I’ll have to help eject it. I desperately needed to get it out of my stomach, by whatever method I had to use. I jabbed the index finger of my shaking hand into my mouth, but it wouldn’t go far. Holding onto the sink I tried again. It went a little farther that time, but still didn’t work. (How do anorexics manage that?!) Finally gave it a good stabbing and up came the food I had eaten 5 minutes earlier, looking like ground-up baby food. As soon as it was all out – I had eaten more than I realized – I rinsed my mouth and staggered back to bed.

By the time I got to the bedroom, I was still shaking so hard I could barely stand, but the heat was gone. Now I was shivering with cold. Pulling the quilt back I climbed under it and hoped the worst was over. It wasn’t. It felt like a huge vise clamped around my stomach, squeezing and twisting, while a thousand razor blades chopped at the inside of it. It wasn’t easing up, it was getting worse. The pain became so excruciating that I screamed silently to the Universe:



The very next instant I was lying quietly in bed looking around the room – through glass doors the sun was shining in on the puffy marigold-colored quilt, ferns and ivy in hanging white wicker baskets, the multi-colored Croton sparkling in the sun, the ficus tree on the balcony moving gently with the breeze. Of a sudden – Where is the Pain? What happened to the Pain? A moment ago I had experienced the worst Pain of my life. How had it evaporated in mid-air? My stomach was a little queasy, a bit of a headache, and a ‘wiped-out’ feeling but nothing more. I almost felt good.

Then I heard voices from the TV. The show that I was planning to watch as I ate was giving way to the show that followed, a show I never watched – – no, no, that show wasn’t coming on, it was going off. They were both hour-long shows that had come and gone. I had lost 2 hours, but how? And where was I all that time? What happened to the Pain? And how did I survive the torment that was more than a body could bear?

I had passed out, of course. Passed out cold from pain that was unbelievable and unbearable. And stayed out till the pain was gone. I lay there and knew absolutely that if I hadn’t gotten up from that bed and ejected the poison, that I would never have gotten up from that bed. That, and the aid of a user-friendly Universe had helped me survive.

I survived, but what of the oceans? The living home for so many creatures and plants necessary to the health of the earth, so much underwater beauty, so necessary to the lives of mankind. We have used it as a dumping ground for so many years that we are choking out it’s life. As though we can live without the oceans. As though we could do such a dreadful deed and escape the consequences.

UPDATE:  Sept. 4, 2009

The soy article mentioned in the first paragraph of this article has been temporarily removed.

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Hello world!

Posted by ojai22 on October 21, 2007

I have my own little place but it’s okay; they know me here.

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