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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Taking One On The Chin For The Team


When you have lived for a few decades, and then some, you have the opportunity to look back on life and compare the past with the present; things change.  When Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon (July 1969), talking heads proclaimed the liberation of humanity - because of computers and advances in technology.  We will work less, they said, and society would soon be paperless.  Those predictions proved to be a bust long ago.  People now work harder than in 1969 and trees are being felled at a rapid rate.  And, the pace to produce and then consume has pushed many folks over the edge; once over that precipice and then back, your life is never the same.  There is something radically wrong when so many people have mental meltdowns before their 50th birthday.  But not to worry, modern medicine is working to keep us alive.

We have a pill for this and a pill for that.  And if the first chemistry fails, there are replacements waiting in the wings.  Now, when we wear out some body parts, the surgeons are happy to replace it.  But just hold on!  How many lawsuits are floating around concerning the negative effects from some drugs and faulty skeletal joints?  Many.  Think about it; when a drug does not work another is proscribed.  Why - ask the Doc; maybe if you throw enough stuff on the wall, some will stick.  Replacement joints, I'm told,  have a wear life of 20 years, or less.  Imagine a 60 year old man getting one or both knees replaced.  Think of a 60 year old woman getting one or both of her hips replaced.  So, in 20 years, the replacements need replacements?  Ouch!  That procedure hurts like hell at 60 and has to be worse at 80.

Understand that this post is not in any way a condemnation of our medical advances.  These things help us deal with the producer/consumer hamster wheel.  But......don't you think that since we put a man on the Moon and now we have that spiffy little thing running around on Mars (Mars Rover Curiosity), that we can't make, at least, skeletal replacement parts that last a lifetime?  And medications that will not make us sick?  Do you think that I am reaching for the stars?  How about a car that gets over 60 miles per gallon and retails for under $20,000.00?  Asking for too much?  I don't think so.  And let's not forget the need to make life better overall for the everyday man and woman; meltdowns are a bitch.  Better life does not have to depend on chemistry.  It's time for the guys in charge to take one or two on the chin for the team - "our team."  Well, that's my opinion; just thinking out loud.

                                                Copyright @2012 Terry Unger    

Author's Note:  The irony of it all - in a few weeks, I will have surgery to replace my right knee.  Oh, the joy......        

Saturday, October 6, 2012

A Collage From Ungerland

 When words fail me, pictures carry the day.






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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Here Come Those Holidays......Again !


                                                    

As I write these words, Samhain/Winter’s Night (think Halloween) is several days away.  During the course of my day, I cannot help but see the Christmas decorations across the aisle from the disappearing “Halloween” costumes and candy; the artificial pine and holly eagerly await the Christmas shoppers.  Soon our neighbors will be decking their halls and trimming their trees.  In addition, let us not forget that blow up snowman and candy canes.  Do you think that they will stop in their revels to think where their Christmas traditions came from?  
In ancient Rome, a variety of different cultures thrived and prospered.  Contrary to Judeo-Christian belief, the old Rome was tolerant of those diverse culture’s religions.  So tolerant that, regardless of creed, most of the citizenry prepared four weeks in advance for the Feast of Saturnalia (a feast dedicated to Saturn).   This feast began December 17 and concluded on December 25.   During Saturnalia, master and slave exchanged places, and like the old saying, “anything goes,” did happen, (I will let you use your imagination here).  December 25th saw the end of Saturnalia with a huge celebration and the exchanging of gifts.  However, it appeared that when Saturnalia ended, the celebration of the birth of Sol Invictus began.  The Winter Solstice occurred, as it still does, either on the 20th, 21st, or 22nd of December, and was/is the longest night of the year.  The celebration of Sol Invictus took place approximately three days after the “dark night” of the Solstice amid great revelry.  Saturnalia and Sol Invictus were not the only celebrations that happened in Rome and its provinces during that time.
The sun god Mithra, a Persian import, had many followers in the Roman Army.  Mithra’s followers believed that the god had incarnated as a man from a heavenly realm, was born of a virgin on December 25 for the purpose of human salvation.  Egyptians who lived in Rome at that time celebrated the birth of Horus, a god said to be of virgin birth by the Goddess Isis.  Depictions of Horus in the Egyptian temples were that of a babe in a crib with his virginal mother, Isis looking on.  At the other end of town were the gladiators, many of them Germanic prisoners of war.  The Germanic peoples celebrated Yule, the turning of the wheel and the rebirth of the god as a babe from the goddess (they also noted with great respect that the days became longer - the return of the Sun, and life).  The celebrations mentioned above are not all inclusive; history tells of many more.  So what about that “other stuff” - the food, drink, and evergreens that come from our rich past?  Hang on we will get there. Many people of European ancestry, including myself, yearn for some snow at Yule, unless you have to drive in it.  This is a hazardous condition, but our ancestors faced much worse. 
             Generations ago, a snowstorm was life threatening.  Those storms snowed in farms and villages, and even walking to a neighboring farm was treacherous.  The preparations that led up to and followed the holiday - the salting, drying, and smoking of fruits, vegetables, and meats (Gepokeltes) had to feed people well into the spring.  However, the human spirit prevailed, despite the weather and the best efforts of the Church to eradicate Yule and it gave us a rich a wonderful tradition.
  Our ancestors called the period between Winter Solstice and January 6th “The Raw Nights.”  One reason - it was so damned cold!  Another reason, taken from tradition, was that disembodied spirits would be out haunting the countryside.  During these “Raw Nights,” certain nights were observed for ritual and smudging (smudging – today it is akin to lighting incense).  The people smudged their homes and property for protection against negative energy (all that stuff that goes “bump” in the night), and to help bring on the re-birth of the Sun.  Then, they partied (now that I have your attention, you will have to wait to find out how well they partied!). 
Another reason for the “Raw Nights,” also taken from tradition, is Wotan’s (Wodan/Odin) Wild Hunt.  Tradition tells us that Wotan, the Germanic God of Gods, rode his horse Sleipnir along with his mighty Host throughout the earth, forest, and sky, and created mighty windstorms.  People believed that the smoke and scent of the smudging pleased the gods, particularly Wotan, and that he would grant mercy on humans and protection from evil.  Wotan had some interesting attributes.  The people considered him the divine masculine of creation and known for granting wishes.  This god, while on the Wild Hunt, was traditionally dressed in red and white with of course, a long beard.  So here we go; a man of divine stature, riding through forest, earth, and sky, fulfilling wishes, dressed in red and white with a beard; good golly Miss Molly!  You do not need a compass and ruler to draw the line from Wotan, to Father Winter, to St. Nicolas, to Sinter Claus and to Santa Claus.  I guess we can tell Virginia there is a Claus; pick one.  Moreover, the horse Sleipnir had eight legs and could fly.  Some historians believe that Sleipnir was the precursor of Santa’s eight flying reindeer. 
Then, what about the so-called Christmas tree?  Well, humans always had a special affinity for trees.   According to Pliny the Elder,
                        For a long time Her (the Goddess Natura) good deeds,
                        were hidden; trees and woods were the highest of all
                        gifts given to human beings.” (Pliny the Elder, V)
We can trace our relationship to trees back to its shamanic origins.  Trees, the fir tree included (aka evergreen), were thought of as sacred, as if ladders to the “Otherworld.”   In addition, many trees symbolized Life itself.
The Yule Log and Yule Tree (erroneously called - Christmas tree) are inextricably intertwined.  On Solstice Eve the Yule Log was burned (and still is by some of us) along with wishes, hopes, and dreams, in thanks and remembrance to the dead King.  The next morning, people placed a fresh cut fir tree in their home and it symbolized the rebirth of the King (Sun) as a babe.  The very first inference of the Yule Tree as a Christmas tree occurred in Strasbourg in 1604.
Mistletoe comes to us through the Celtic Druids.  When they observed mistletoe in nature, our ancestors drew the conclusion that, since it was not rooted in the earth, it had to be divine (even though it killed Balder!).  This plant grew on trees then as it does now.  Today, because of science, we know that mistletoe is a parasitic plant.  In the Germanic countries, the folks referred to it as “Donnerbesen,” or, Thunder broom.  The Church, in an effort to demonize the plant, called it “Hexennest”- Witch nest, and “Teufulbesen”- Devil’s broom.  Our ancestors, with a devout belief that the plant was divine, used it for good luck, fertility, and healing.  The act of standing under the mistletoe for a kiss has its roots in rites for fertility and good marriages.
Also from the Druids, we get our holly.  Holly, too, was divine.  The priests cut the holly branches and called them “rods of life.”  The red holly berries represented the divine feminine while the white berries of the mistletoe symbolized the divine masculine. During the Summer Solstice, the Druid priests would mash the berries together to bring about renewed life and a bountiful harvest.        
            Our ancestors considered ivy symbolic of everlasting life.  In ancient Egypt, ivy was associated with the god Osiris.  Our ancestors attached immortality to all evergreens. In folklore, evergreens had the power, through the Wood Mother (Silva Mater), to prolong life and strengthen the weak.  That was the consideration given to all evergreens, holly, mistletoe, and ivy.

Since its modest beginnings, Christianity did its utmost to demonize and ban the Yule tree, mistletoe, holly, and ivy; anything “evergreen,” pagan and heathen.  According to the Church of that time it considered cutting down and displaying anything evergreen at Yule a “heathen” practice and a punishable offense; the Church absolutely forbade it.  When reading from the Book of Jeremiah, 10:2-4 we find this:
                          “Thus says the Lord: Learn not the ways of the Heathen….
                            For the customs of the people are vain. One cuts a tree out
                            Of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman with
                           The axe. They deck it with silver and gold. They fasten it
                           With nails and hammers. It moves not.”
Now, how many evergreen trees adorn the various churches during their Christmas season? 
Babylonia, as well as Egypt had used a variety of trees at Winter Solstice, as did Rome. According to some historians and archaeologists, the “Old Testament” was composed after the supposed 500 plus years (now known to be drastically less) of the “Babylonian Captivity.”  Could it be that a people bent on state building would want to devoid themselves of their past in order to create a “more perfect union?”  
            As an aside, evergreens grow in most areas on our planet. The exception is the sand trap known as “The Holy Land” (with the exception of some areas of Lebanon).   It also appears that the Church influenced secular governments to provide laws and fines to protect against so-called “forest damage.”  In light of this, one must wonder why the Church is not more pro-environment today (a new list of “sins” recently were let loose from Rome:  one is a “sin” against environmental abuse). The early church father Augustine used this approach:
                          “Do not kill the Heathens - just convert them; do not cut
                          their holy trees - consecrate them to Jesus Christ.” (De Civitate Dei).
As you can see, something that was sacred to our ancestors and the gods, the Church dedicated to its Jesus; the same happened with mistletoe, holly, and ivy.  What the Church could not demonize and eradicate, they Christianised.  For example, the pointed holly leaves became a symbol of Jesus’s crown of thorns.  However, weathering persecution, our ancestors persisted in the use of various evergreens.  This “Christianising” is reminiscent of what the Church did with the Goddess Brigid, approximately 500 CE.  The Church made her a saint and kept Imbolc as her feast day while they ushered in Mary as the mother of their god.    
Another curious fact deals with the fixed date of Christmas and the floating date of Easter; it is a calendar thing.  Two different calendars are used.  Christmas is based on a fixed solar calendar while Easter is always the first Sunday following the full moon after spring equinox (Muslims have a good time with this!).  I have yet to find a Christian who is aware of this.  With all this in mind the terms, Christmas tree, greens, and fauna are, well, in my opinion, laughable.
           Earlier, I mentioned that our ancestors celebrated (partied).  Those celebrations took place after the ritual and smudging on the four assigned nights.  During those “Raw Nights,” every effort was made for gluttonous feasting, even at the expense of future hunger (remember the winter snow?).   I hope that what you are about to read will not shock or embarrass you (I am smiling gleefully).  During the harvest season, hemp (I do mean cannabis) and fly agaric mushrooms (amanita muscaria - a natural hallucinogen with red and white spots), were gathered with the harvest and dried for shamanic and celebratory purposes.  In our times, shamans still use cannabis, agaric mushrooms, and a host of other natural material worldwide.  Our ancestors, along with their priest/shamans used cannabis and agaric mushrooms in two specific ways.  Long before the introduction of tobacco from the “New World,” the people smoked “Baccy.”  Baccy was a mixture of dried herbs, cannabis, and agaric mushrooms.  The people of that era smoked that mixture in a pipe for shamanic, ritualistic, and celebratory purposes.  If you are familiar with the old Hollywood westerns where the Native Americans pass around the “peace pipe,” you get the idea.  The second is, and this should be no surprise, our ancestors made beer.  If any “purity laws” existed for brewing beer, our ancestors threw them out the window.
Cannabis and agaric mushroom were active ingredients in the mash.  Now, just imagine it - after ritual, the gluttonous eating, passing the pipe, and drinking beer; a lot of beer. All this lead to, well, amore; sounds like the 60’s without birth control.  In August and September, babies became a part of the harvest.
Our ancestors have given us a rich Yule tradition and we should live up to it. They gave us the evergreen; use them as intended.  They knew how to celebrate - make your neighbors envious. After reading the quote below, you will see the envy of others-------
                               “By us, who are strangers to Sabbaths, and new moons
                                and festivals once acceptable to God, the Saturnalia, the
                                 feasts of January, the Brumalia and the Matronalia are
                                 now frequented. Gifts are carried to and fro, New Year’s
                                 day presents are made with din, and sports and banquets
                                 are celebrated with uproar. Oh, how much more faithful
                                 are the Heathen to their religion, who take care to adopt
                                 no solemnity from the Christians.” -----
                                                            Church Father Tertullian, On Idolatry
Hmmmmmm,…………………… Oh well, Party On!



                        



Originally published in my book, Beneath Valhalla – Opinions of an Iconoclast, copyright 2009. 
                             Re-edited for my Blog, Copyright @ 2012 Terry Unger  

                                         Reference Sources...........the Internet




Monday, October 1, 2012

A Brief Moment Within My Temple



I cannot wrap my mind around the Infinite.  It astounds me (well, not really) that many people have chosen to personify the All that Is.  In doing so, they have taken the wonder and majesty out of Life.  It is almost as if they have filled a liter bottle with ocean water, and then claim that the filled bottle is all that is, ignoring the source.  Personification of the Infinite does not bring us closer to the All that Is.  Rather, it offers reasons and opportunities to torment the less fortunate.

The finite descriptions of the Infinite always disappoint, even for those who count themselves among the strongest of the faithful.  And, these descriptions rise and fall, on the climate of human whim.  The logic and reason that is within me, finite that it is, makes it hard to personify something, that in its totality, is incomprehensible.

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Time To Kiss My Ass Goodbye?



Since I wrote and published the Reluctant Hero Trilogy (The Last Wizard - The Story Of A Reluctant Hero, Son of the Morrigan, and Ragnarok) beginning in 2008, there's been a glut of movies and television shows that bathe themselves in some kind of post apocalyptic genre.  I am neither pompous nor naive enough to think that those productions got their ideas from my work.  Maybe, they were impregnated with the minor mayhem that was created by the dire predictions after the Mayan calendar was deciphered.  Well, maybe; people seem to feed on fear and there are those that profit from that fear.  Within this context, fear sells damned near anything.  But who knows?  Maybe some folks tapped into the collective unconscious described by Jung, or the mystic's concept of Divine Mind.

Two of the above allows us to "pierce the veil" with various means.  The Mayan calendar does not, because it was written by men and open to interpretation.  Many books have been written, based on the Mayan calendar, that proclaim the end of our world will be on 12/21/2012.  Those authors and their publishers have made a lot of money.  Recently, other researchers have found that that first interpretation to be false, but few have written about that.  It does not push people to freak out - remember Y2K?

In general terms, and I do mean general, there has to be a giant gap between the end of the world and the end of a cycle.  Remember, pilgrim, change happens - period.  And really, think about this:  if the world should end today, tomorrow, or on December 21st, what the hell are YOU gonna do about it?  The answer should be abundantly clear - Nothing.

Now let's get a bit personal.  Our world (I/me/my/our/yours) will end when we die; like it or not, death is inevitable.  The Reaper gets us all.  Here's the kick - we do not know our date of death.  For me, this is more meaningful than a thousand December 21st predictions.  My answer, my response to all of these predictions?  Live and love your loved ones everyday like it's your last.  The hell with predictions.

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

A Visit To My Doctor


I try very hard to avoid doctors, but not quite as hard when it comes to lawyers and used car salesmen.  My wife insisted that I schedule a check-up, so I did.  After waiting the usual and customary 45 minutes past the scheduled appointment time, I finally was ushered into one of the examination rooms.  The first thing out of the doc's mouth was to ask me where I've been.  Being the truth sleuth that I am, my reply was direct and to the point:  I've been busy.  He curtly reminded me that the last time he saw me was over two years ago; I guess he missed me.  What's a guy to do?  I told him that I was there at my wife's request to get a complete physical; he thought that I was there for Viagra - no chance of that, Bud.  And that's what happened.  After another 90 minutes in his office on that day of getting poked and prodded, over four hours the next Saturday, and three more that following Thursday, the results were in:  I am physically fit as a horse, just plain awesome, and an all around nice guy who just needs to lose ten pounds.  But, I already knew that.  I think the doc was upset because he had no reason to proscribe some kind of pill for me.  And if you are ready for it, the real excitement begins when the Explanation Of Benefits (EOB's) from your insurance company begin to stuff your mailbox.

To humor myself, I added up the "total charges" for this, that, and every other thing that was done to me.  Those "total charges" were well over $10,000.00.  Now mind you, I was not in a hospital; all that stuff took place in the doc's office.  If you don't know how to read those EOB's, that news can give you a heart attack.  But there is "good news," and it ain't the gospel.  When your doc is a "participating provider" ( labs and hospital too ), he accepts a lower, pre-determined fee for the provided service.  Simple logic begs the question:  since the doc/provider has agreed to the predetermined fee for the service, why the hell submit a charge that is no where near that predetermined fee?  I can only hazard to guess.  When reading over an EOB, the important thing to you is the column that tells you how much you owe.  And, zero dollars always is a good thing.  Well what the hell, I am still tickled purple that I can fire one doctor and hire another.  To me, they are subcontractors hired to do a job.

By the way, what is black and brown and looks really great on a lawyer?  A really hungry Rottweiler.  Do you know where used car salesmen go when they die?  They are reincarnated as insurance salesmen.  And what happens when doctors go to the great beyond?  They reincarnate as the accountants for insurance companies.


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This was posted before The Affordable Care Act.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Right of Expression and the Invasion of Privacy



In recent days, the media has treated us to three events:  the Islamic over-reaction to a stupid video, and the invasion of privacy of Prince Harry and then of Kate Middleton and her husband, Prince William.  In all three events the media has claimed freedom of expression, speech, and press, but only one, as sad as it is, can solidly claim that right.

Prince Harry was caught with his pants down while partying in Las Vegas.  So what.  Most people have not made the connection that a few days after "The Party In Vegas," Harry was deployed to Afghanistan.   Of course he knew of his deployment.  I don't know what planet you live on but here on Earth young men who are about to be deployed party hard; it just may be the last time that they can, and they know it.  Harry has a right to his privacy.  Any other soldier doing the same thing would not even be a blip on the media's radar.

Yes, it is true; Kate and William are the royal couple.  And because of who they are, the media goes into a feeding frenzy when they do anything.  Now stop and think.  They are young, in love, and want to enjoy each other.  And all you prudes out there please remember that they are married.  At the end of the day when all their official business is over, they have every right to kick back and relax.  Kate and William have all and every right to their privacy as anyone else.  Being a part of the cult of celebrity does not make a difference when it comes to that right.  Remember who put them in that cult.

I have no problem what so ever with a celebrity, when walking down the street alone or with family, is suddenly accosted by the media, and then throws a punch and curses them out.  None.  Everyone has a right to privacy.  The Royal family sued the French magazine Closer, and a French court rapidly agreed.  The court ordered a cease and desist, and a " let's have all the pix, copies, and digital order."  Good, very good.

I can still remember a time when the media was aware of the private goings-on of celebrities but kept all of that under their collective hat - because of decency; what was one's privacy was private, period.  It's time to return to that mind-set and forget about selling pictures or magazines.  I really don't care who you are; you have a right to your privacy.  if you want to run around naked within your own home, go have at it.  Oh, yeah, that dumb video.

Some asshole made an independent film, not much more than a video, that put the Prophet of Islam in a bad light.  This video is so bad that the worst skit ever presented on Saturday Night Live comes off as Emmy quality when compared against this piece of trash.  That being said, we in the western democracies  have a right to do that, even though the work is a piece of shit and insults another.  It's called freedom of speech, something that the people in the free world consider a God given right.  So for the over 1.5 billion people who do not like that right that we consider God given, I suggest that you get a really hard and firm grip.  Even though that guy's work is a piece of shit, he had the right to make it, do it, and say it.  Period.

We in the west have grown weary of putting our rights in back of your feelings.  Your feelings about your religion are yours, not ours, so stop trying to force them on us.  You sure as hell did not consider our feelings on 09/11/2001.  As I recall, you were dancing in the streets.  So you and your religion want respect?  I have a few suggestions for you.

#1 - Respect us and our rights.
#2 - Bring your religion into the 20th century.  The Crusades are over.
#3 - Stop burning down stuff that is not yours.  If I put a match to your beard, how would you feel?
#4 - Stop killing your mothers, daughters, and sisters.  Your reasoning for that is BS.

Maybe if you start with these simple four, maybe we can give you some respect.

Now listen up all you followers of the Prophet and the rest of you:

There are Christian extremists here in the States and throughout the world ( I am not one of them ) who are itching for a holy war with Islam.  You want peace?  Then change.  Guaranteed, those people will not send troops.

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Finding Polaris - Published

The purpose of this book is to help dispel the Christian myth surrounding the conversion of the northern European peoples. The introductio...