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archive 15: December, 2005
They Too Have Dreams (December 27, 2005)
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Cloths of Heaven  - W.B.Yeats
 
People regard them as eyesores.  The homeless litter your landscape.  They seek refuge in doorways and on park benches.You turn away from them in disgust.  You step over them with thoughts of condemnation.  You see them as less than human.  You see them as a visual nuisance.  "They created their situations", you tell yourself.
 
How easily you rationalize your inhumanity.
 
No, my friends, they are people.  They are flesh and blood, just like you.  They have hearts and souls and, perhaps, at one time, they too had dreams.  What happened to those dreams?
 
Why are these human beings on the street?  Why are they destitute?  Why are they cold and hungry?Perhaps it's not for you to know and certainly not for you to judge.  But don't turn away.  It's a very short distance from your warm living room to the street.
 
When my children were small, I would spend one Saturday a month volunteering at a soup kitchen in New York City.Sometimes I would bring my children with me.
 
The first time I worked at Saint Ignatius Church, I had no idea what to expect.I, and the other volunteers, scurried around preparing a meal that consisted of hot soup, a sandwich, a hard boiled egg, coffee and dessert.Since the winter had not yet settled over New York, we set up tables outside.  And then the people arrived.It was a line that never ended.It was a line of ragged clothing and hungry mouths.
 
"The line never stops",  I said to a co-worker.She nodded.I wondered if I could ever become desensitized to the specter before me.  No, never.
 
Many of the homeless I've met have been physically and mentally ill.Some of them have drowned their despair in liquor or drugs.  Some of them have shared their dreams.  Some of them do not speak.
 
Judge not lest ye be judged.
 
There are limited services for the homeless.In the eyes of the populace, they are merely "useless feeders".  They have been cast out on the street by a cold and indifferent society.  They have been cast out on the street by people who rail against humanity.  They have been cast aside by people who are quick to point a finger halfway around the world;  people who write screaming screeds, while in their street humanity bleeds.
 
And now, my youngest son is 23 and he has a female friend who volunteers at a Homeless Shelter.  Last week, Jesse accompanied Heather on her mission of mercy.They cooked dinner for the group and slept at the shelter.  In the morning they cooked breakfast.  After  breakfast, the people are tossed back out on the street.
 
"Homeless people are just like us", he told me.  But that wasn't all he had to say.  He had a tragic story to tell.
 
Jesse  told me about the man with the colostomy.A policeman had approached the man assuming that the bulge under his clothes was a bottle of liquor.  He demanded that the man hand it over.  The man was confused and stood immobilized.The policeman grew angry at what he interpreted to be lack of compliance. He repeated his order.  The man looked at him with childlike innocence.The policeman could no longer contain his rage.  He punched the man in what he assumed was the contraband.  The man died.  There were no charges brought against the policeman.
 
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
The executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color and none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
Reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
 
Bob Dylan

The Prison Break (December 18, 2005)

"You can never solve a problem on the level on which it was created.
Albert Einstein

My email can be a source of pain or a source of pleasure, the choice rests with me. The senders provide the information but it is I who determines the manner in which it is received.

My philosophy has always been to investigate everything that is placed in my path. You may consider this a colossal waste of time, yet I consider it imperative to my pursuit of truth. It is far too easy to reject that which is confusing or unpleasant. It is far too easy to delete words that may possibly provide an answer to the questions which haunt me. There is always the possibility that among the hundreds of letters, lurks the pearl of great price. Will I dismiss those words or will I read and reread them?

And so, when I received a series of emails from a man who I will simply call Steve, I did not pounce on my delete key. I carefully studied what this man was telling me. I wanted to know more, so I headed to New York City to meet him at a restaurant and listen to his message. There are times when we must trust our instincts. There are times when we must look beyond the scars of past disillusionment.

In the true spirit of paradox, Steve's message was both disturbing and hopeful. He began by describing events that had happened to him. I was transfixed by the extraordinary. Next he showed me pictures on his laptop; clear depictions of the symbols which exist all around us, symbols that we rarely see. He told me about the Prison Planet in which we reside; the endless loop in which we are stuck.

The truth shall set you free.

Many people have used the expression "Prison Planet" to describe this third rock from the sun. Is this merely a catchy phrase or is it a chillingly accurate description? How many people seriously believe that we are, indeed, living in a prison? Acknowledging this truth is the first step.

The Holy Books tell us that everything is "one". The sages tell us that there is no division except that which the mind creates. The psychologists talk about the ego and the sense of the separate self. We shake our heads in confusion. How could the world of "the many", in reality, be but a trick of the mirror? Could it be true that beyond the appearance of duality, lies "the one"?

It is easy to point your finger at a designated "enemy" and suggest ways in which to defeat it. Have those ways ever worked? Have we ever had peace? If this is merely "the one" pretending to be "the many", then there is no victory for either side of the polarity In the world of duality, how can you have "good" without "evil"? Isn't that akin to having "up" without "down"? Is peace possible when we are at war with ourselves?

When you give your attention to one side of the polarity, you energize the other side and, at the end of the day, your results are in opposition to the stated goal. It is the illusion of "us" and "them". You have unwittingly widened the divide and added more bars to your prison cell. .

Arguing with a supposed enemy is the arena in which energy becomes enervated. Do you really think that you are going to change someone's mind? Do you seriously believe that you will scream him into submission? Will you accomplish anything or merely solidify his position? Inform someone that he is a racist. Does he respond "Oh, thanks for pointing that out" or does he, instead, defend his position with renewed vigor?

Am I making a case for doing nothing ? Hardly. Inactivity is not the answer but prudent activity just might be. How are you going to enlighten your fellow beings? How are you going to enlighten yourself? Emotion backed words are either weapons or tools. How are you going to use them?

"God is love". People repeat the words as they mindlessly exit from man made houses of worship. "Jesus said that we should love our enemies and bless those who curse us. Now, let's go and level the Middle East".

Some people cling to their anger as if it was a lover heading out the door. Let it go. Hatred and anger are dangerous addictions and addictions are the wardens in this prison.

"I have free will" you argue.

"Free will or controlled choices" ? I respond.

Should we go to war this year or next year? Should I vote for Bush or for Kerry? Should I watch channel 4 or channel 7?

Remember when you were a child and your mother couched her demands under the guise of choices? "Would you like spinach with chicken or with a burger? Were you really getting a choice, or were you getting spinach, like it or not? Your freedom to choose had been deceptive. It was not freedom at all. It was merely a device to get you to eat your spinach. Parents have been using this technique for generations. But parents are not the only ones who have learned how to get their children to obey. Uncle Sam has outfoxed mom and pop. Uncle Sam knows that we are merely children in aging bodies. Uncle Sam knows how to manipulate our behavior.

Coffee in the a.m. and it's off to work.......television in the p.m. and it's time for sleep.

Forget your 1950's sitcom view of reality. We live in a world of death and decay. Look around you. There is pain and suffering on Planet Earth. Our lives are shortened while we misuse and abuse our bodies, our minds and one another. Is this the way the Creator intended it to be? Perhaps you had better remove that blindfold before it becomes so deeply imbedded in your flesh that the best doctors will not be able to amputate it. .

"In a dark time, the eye begins to see" Theodore Roethke

Listen to that still small voice that is whispering in your ear, for it is the whisper of truth. Listen while you still have ears to hear. Turn off your television and look around you. Do you see more and more antennas on buildings? Do you see more and more cameras on street lamps? Are they keeping us free from the terrorists? Who are the terrorists? Who is keeping you incarcerated? Who holds the key?



Calling Jude (December 9, 2005)

I was comfortably seated in the beauty parlor, having my monthly argument with Father Time, when suddenly my cell phone rang. The voice on the other end asked, "Is this Jude the Holocaust Denier?" Having been caught off guard, I had no pithy response. I neither denied the appellation nor did I embark on a lengthy explanation of my readings about the event. I merely laughed. Perhaps it was the nervous laugh of someone who suddenly realized that the calls, which had begun on Tuesday, were becoming habitual. Perhaps it was the laugh of someone who wondered how far this creep would go to make my life uncomfortable. I suspected, however, that a response would have fallen on deaf ears. Actually, it would have fallen on no ears, since the caller immediately hung up, and obviously, this man was already "hung up" when he dialed my number. It had been but another hit and run, though less mordacious than its predecessor. Yes, friends, it was not the first call of this nature that had found my ear.

On Tuesday, I was driving to Nyack, an artsy little village in Rockland County, en route to a wonderful independent bookstore that has stocked my new book. I was "Jude the Joyous", when suddenly, my cell phone interrupted the transcendent strains of Ralph Vaughan Williams' The Lark Ascending, and replaced it with The Jude Descending.

The caller began "Are you proud to be on 'Holocaust Denier' Jeff Rense's web site?" There it was again, the H.D. accusation. But this time the "gentleman" lurched into a fulmination of naughty words and phrases. He called me an anti-Semite. He called me a bitch. And he called me the C word. ( Propriety prevents me from spelling the word, but I will give you a clue: it does not stand for "cute" or "cuddly") The crass comments were followed by the customary cowardly "click".

The Holocaust is a topic that I have neither written about nor have I denied. I have, however, read and viewed videos challenging the official story and I am well acquainted with the voices of revision and do not call them "Holocaust Deniers". To me, they are people who are questioning the details of what occurred during World War 2. Why should questioning be a crime?

I was born of Jewish parents but, fortunately, none of my family had an experience of the Holocaust. And yet, I am deeply aware of the sensitive nature of this event and I know people who have lost entire families during that bloody period. However, nobody, to my knowledge, is suggesting that the Jews were not rounded up and put in camps and ghettos. Nobody is suggesting that they were not treated in a horrific manner.

World War 2 was a tragedy for many different peoples and I have heard that over 50 million died. There were non Jewish Polish people, Russians, Germans and Austrians. And, of course, lest we not forget the Gypsies, who were also targets. So although the details may be open (or not be open) to debate, nobody is saying the event did not occur. Nobody is denying the event. Correct me if I am wrong.

I am a pacifist and feel that the death of one person is one person too many. I also cringe at the possibility that there could be manipulation and distortion in the details and that people could be profiting on the death and despair of others. And so, I welcome debate on all sides. Agree or disagree with the revisionists, I do not believe that they are committing a crime by asking. I do not believe that their questions merit the punishment which they are receiving. I believe that the truth can stand on its own, and, at the end of the day, it is only the truth that everyone is after.

It is a frightening reality that in these troubled times, asking questions has become a hate crime in many places. Questioners have been silenced and several of their voices have been placed behind bars.

When I wrote the essay, Question Everything", I meant EVERYTHING. Could that have been what had angered my caller? Perhaps questions were anathema to this man. Perhaps he was hoping to intimidate me into assuming the guise of "Jude the Obedient".

I was reminded of my essay, Freedom of Speech, RIP. The phone call was merely another shot being fired at the "remains" of this once laudable constitutional right. And though it was miniscule compared to what others were experiencing, it was vicious in its own respect.(or lack thereof)

Being the object of name-calling is not a new experience for "Jude the Jaded". Peppered among my usually flattering email is the occasional malicious missive. The insults have run the gamut and spanned the spectrum. They have been hurled at me from all sides. I have been called a "Jewish hypocrite", an "Aryan bootlicker", an "N lover", an anti-Semite, a self-hating Jew, and now, a Holocaust denier.

And so, as I watch the first major snowfall blanket Suffern, I find myself in the midst of an identity crisis. Who am I, if not "Jude the Confused"? Aren't I greater than the labels that are being flung in my direction? Aren't we all greater?

Perhaps if my gentleman caller had thoroughly read Jeff Rense's site, he might have stumbled across the following quotation.

"If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all."
Noam Chomsky



Highway Of Hope or Highway Of Hate (December 4, 2005)

Many of my previous essays have lauded the Internet as a place where real news can break through the main stream of armed guards and story suppressors. I have called it a "Rescue Net", a place where the truth can triumph. However, as in all other phenomena on this plane of duality, the Internet has a darker side. This "censor free zone" is too frequently used by people who need to unleash their venom, their envy and their lies. The Internet can be a messenger of cruelty and disinformation. For, along with the courageous and the just, lurk the warped; the mentally deranged.

My mailbox is filled with a great deal of activity these days. Much of the contents are from kindred souls; people I feel blessed to know. Among the myriad of missives, there has been a plethora of articles and comments about the Zionists and/or the Jews. (Although there are people who use these words synonymously, I am not one of them). This latter array often presents a challenge for me. It forces me to get past my own biases, my own conditioning, and attempt to read the epistles with an open mind.

After all, had it not been for the Internet, would I know what is really going on in the Middle East? Would I be privy to truths that are rarely, if ever, discussed in our mainstream newspapers or viewed on the local news stations? Would I know about the subjugation of the Palestinian people and the horrors of their living conditions? Would I know about the actions of Israel and the double standard that exists in this country, if not the world?

I thank the Internet for the truth about 911 and the facts that our government does not want us to see. I thank the Internet for stories about vaccines, contaminated food and water and the nefarious cabal of globalists who are turning our planet into a cesspool. The Internet is a place where real journalists gain audience for their heartfelt essays. Sadly, however, it is also a place where faux journalists gain audience for their wretched distortions. Occasionally, I find myself questioning "Is there no limit to how low people can crawl?" And, ultimately, as with all things in life, it behooves the innocent reader to separate the wheat from the chaff. The Internet is merely another gym in which to exercise the flabby muscle of discernment.

Last night I read a comment about the comedian Bill Mahr. The writer called Mahr a "STINKING ROTTEN ATHEIST JEW". Actually, Bill Mahr was raised Catholic, but I am certain that this vitriolic contributor was not interested in the facts. He had merely found a target upon which to unleash his venom. I am not a fan of Bill Mahr's, and find his blind acceptance of Israel distasteful but I found the writer's comment beyond distasteful. I imagine Bill Mahr would have laughed at this pathetic attempt at critique, yet I felt myself slipping into a place of sadness; a feeling of hopelessness about the future of the human race.

Last month I was forwarded an essay by a writer who was attacking all Jews in a sick and mocking manner that was an aborted attempt at humor and revealed nothing more than her own bigotry. The piece was repulsive and proved impossible reading for both Jews and Gentiles alike. Here is a person who supposedly admires the late Edward Said. I wonder if she ever plays any of Daniel Barenboim's CD's. Barenboim and Said were great friends. Imagine that, a Jew and a Palestinian were friends!!!! As I read this pile of bile, I was, once again, overcome with revulsion and sorrow. How bankrupt a species we truly are.

Yes, I often find myself growing weary and wary and on the verge of losing faith in human nature. It pains me to watch people's voices being silenced because they merely dare to question and it pains me to listen to the voices of hatred and bigotry.

On Thursday, December 1st, Henry Makow was interviewed on Hesham Tillawi's show, Current Issues. (www.currentissues.tv). Dr. Makow was confronted with many questions about the Jews and Jewish control. I respected the straightforward way in which he responded. He stated that Israel is a creation of the central banking cartel; a creation of the Rothschilds. He explained the misleading nature of the phrase "Jewish Conspiracy" and mentioned the non Jews who are working along with the Jews. Dr. Makow emphasized that the vast majority of Jewish people haven't a clue about the New World Order.

Henry Makow provided a great deal of information for anyone who was open to hearing it. The interview reminded me of a simple statement that had recently graced my mailbox. And, although the term "anti-Semitism" has become polluted, I will, in deference to the sender, quote him verbatim:

"The real anti-Semitism which keeps cropping up on the Internet makes it very difficult to pursue carefully defined disagreements with factions within the Zionist world.
Do *some* Jews feed off of and exploit anti-Semitism (or Judeophobia)? -- of course they do. But most Jews do not. Blaming all Jews or all Zionists for this behavior is an exercise in hardcore anti-Semitism. It's the equivalent of claiming that every Roman Catholic on the planet is a pedophile. I try to judge individuals by their individual behavior -- not by their affiliation with an ethnic or religious group."

For a fleeting moment I tasted the sweetness of hope. I wondered how many others there are who can get beyond the "agenda" and see what is truly going on. Don't you see the set up? How can you not see it? It is history repeating itself. The Zionists will once again sacrifice their Jewish brethren to the cheers of a hungry and vengeful crowd. But don't get too comfortable. The Zionists will sacrifice you as well !!!!!!

My friends, there is very little sanity left on Planet Earth. We are, indeed, losing our minds as well as our souls. But these precious gifts are not being stolen from us, we are giving them away. We are allowing ourselves to be corrupted every day. We are allowing our shadow nature the starring role in the play of consciousness. We are manipulating our own fate; our own destiny.

As the willing participants in the game "Divide and Conquer", we have shed our ability to feel love and feel compassion and have joined forces with the worst elements on either side of the imaginary divide. As willing participants in the globalist agenda, we have offered ourselves into the hands of our own projections. And, at the end of the day, it is WE who are the New World Order.


Copyright Judy Andreas 2005