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    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2015 - 01.24

    Comments from the here and now~~

    No matter where you are, you always have something special….I started following the Grateful Dead in ’77. I listened to Berkeley hippies in the audience chuckling as to how the the band had oiled up the gears for some more shows to pay for their drug habits. Being young I listened with respect and considered myself lucky to have been able to witness a 60’s phenomena. I always felt I was born a little too late.

    No one, not even the band knew what was to come. I was fervent in my involvement with the scene. I got on the bus in ’77 and rode it until ’95. Even though I was in my mind a late comer, I was always being exposed to new kidz and adults alike who were joining this grass roots rock and roll movement. After some time, they began to look up to me and wanted to hear my stories! I thought this funny as I still believed I had missed out on the core times.

    So I am like the rest of you now, post Jerry. Living on memories. Something I love to see is all of the splintered groups and festivals and good times that refuse to relent. This does my heart proud. Although I am no longer fervent….311 GD and JGB shows were almost enough for me. I applaud the kidz today in their pursuit of where the end of the American dream finally ended up. And I listen to the splinter bands and still hear Jerry, bubbling up through an others hands and I realize that the train kept a rollin’……..

    So, my old man advice to the young….party on kidz, live the dream, there only is now. Don’t think you missed out on anything. None of us did. Make something out of the scene to hand to your kidz so that the dream never dies. You got the torch, run with it and pass it on. I will always cheer that.

    Times are tough, edgy and have the possibility of failing in a spectacular way. No matter who you are, you can rage against the machine and help keep this blue pearl in space a place for us and not the next species. Hard times require furious dancing. As Hunter Thompson said, “Stomp the turf”.

    I am sometimes angry that I ended up talking to an electronic medium instead of having a life. But, I am thankful that it has taught me and given me perspective I didn’t have. I value anyone here who cares at all and want you to know, many people are just like you. At my age, my only use is to occasionally scare up the young and then get out of there way. Success is measured on many levels. “Tune in, Turn on, OPT OUT”. (Thank you Timothy Leary). Remember a lesson I learned too late. Balance in your life is required for the long run and those who don’t have that, may burn bright as artists, thinkers and Mad Poets. But, eventually, remember to come down and see that your life is going the right way. Don’t ever forget you got to where you are because of love. You owe it to the Universe, pay it back by living a balanced life. It took me knowing and watching Jerry burn so bright for so long and yet, too soon to realize this. Even in his death he taught us…”Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right”. Pool all the wisdom together that you have found and use it to set an example for the next in line. But remember, the point in life they want you to forget so bad…Is to remember to have fun. Peace and Love still Works.

    (A Poet PSA)

     

    (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2015 - 01.24

    A Pivotal Moment

    It was the summer of 1969, I was a young boy growing up outside of Detroit Michigan. My father had died on my birthday 2 years before. Well meaning and sympathetic adults had given me my first door out. It was the complete Encyclopedia Britannica. Laying the ground for a life long passion of learning, I spent most of my evenings at home deep inside of these books. I especially enjoyed the Science Year addition , which was a year by year compilation of the accomplishments and forays of science.

    Nixon had taken the White  house, Man had returned from the lunar landings. A house cost 15,000 dollars, the average wage was 9,000 dollars a year. Rent was 150.00

    The ant-war protests were at their height and something happened called “Woodstock” and something darker called “Altamont”.

    My mother took us shopping and also would let me stay in the car and read. I had no interest in following her around a store filled with things I could not have. So I would sit in the car and read books beyond my years, enjoying the landscapes of the written word. It was at this time I saw something that forever changed my world view, something that would influence every thought and action in my small life.

    Some may look at my insight and laugh, but the way some people see trash, some others find treasure.

    We were parked in a Kroger grocery store on Telegraph Avenue in Dearborn Michigan. My mother took my brother and sister inside to shop. I remained in the car and had cracked open the spine of yet another book about cowboys on the open ranges in the West, a gift from my Grandmother. I was reading and lost in this book when I first heard voices. I looked in the direction of the sound. I saw what I thought to be grown ups sitting outside the store, They were dressed differently and had long hair, they were asking people who went into the store for spare change. People were avoiding them and some showed disgust to them. I watched fascinated, listening. I learned later they were called “Hippies” from my mother who said they were bad people that did not believe in God.

    But in the moment as I listened to them I heard things, I heard stories of hardship, tales of travel to parts unknown. Conversations that went on forever about “Drugs” which seemed to be a fixation for these folk. As I listened I noticed they laughed, they laughed with a sound so carefree and unattached I had never heard of it before. I had only known misery and death so far in this life, except the gentle light that my Grandmother shed on me, I was afraid of the world. My mothers way of punishment was to threaten to take us to downtown Detroit and leave us there. I believe fears of abandonment grew from this behavior. But in this parking lot, the Hippies had gathered to try to rustle up some food, when one got enough money from panhandling, they would go inside and buy food and then bring it out to the rest where it was divided as far as it could go. I never had witnessed this kind of behavior I wondered why all of this was so special, I wondered why they were there and not in cars driving. I wondered why they had to ask for money and didn’t have it. I wondered why they smiled when everyone seemed so sad and preoccupied. I looked closer and saw some of their eyes. I saw something for the first time in my life. I saw a light that was not unique to them but they carried it with them. I saw a freedom a knowing, a sense of the divine. I also saw the exact opposite in the ones whose souls were enslaved by the world and who had succumb to hard drug use. But most of the explanations came later. I was not equipped to understand them entirely. I only saw something so different from anything else in my environment, I just knew I wanted to be a part of that.

    I did something forbidden, I left the car. I wanted to see this up close, I wanted to find out what the meaning of it was. The same curiosity that drove me to read, pulled me into the energy that I only sensed.

    I walked out of the car, I locked it. You had to lock everything in Detroit, one of the first things my mother taught us. She taught us through fear, she made us fear and fear and fear. Thinking this was Gods way of making people behave. She was from post war Germany and raised in the slums of south Chicago, given up for adoption from her family. I will never be able to describe her Hell in this writing.

    Approaching the crowd the first thing I noticed was the woman, she had a beauty I could not understand having never seen it before, She smiled as warm as the sun and radiated laughter. Coming over she said hello to me, I was speechless. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair saying I was a beautiful boy. No one had ever done that to me, no one had ever just knelt and said I was beautiful, no one ever made me smile right away. I think it was the first time I fell in love with women. At such a young age, I was exposed to a love light that was so pure and unlike anything I had ever known before, I was just attracted to it immediately. For the rest of my life, I would always seek to bask in this light that this total stranger, a young hippie chick, just shed on me. I had lost much and this woman\girl in 5 minutes, changed everything I understood about love.

    She asked if I wanted to meet her friends, I didn’t know what to say, recalling my mothers warning of these godless people. She said it was OK and took my hand and led me over to where a group of them were sitting and one was playing a guitar, a magical instrument that I would love for the rest of my life. The other people there looked at me and as she lead me over, that same light in their eyes to a more or less of a degree. A man picked me up and looked in my face and remarked that I was as light as a feather, for the first time since my father died I got to ride on this young mans shoulders. He walked around and took me to his friends saying this is “Sam”. They would laugh and smile, someone gave me some chocolate and I just became an eye for a while, taking in the new mystery. Floating above their heads and watching a old but new way of human interaction. All of my circuits were on, my brain started creating a brand new shelf for many, many memories to come.

    Time had dilated and it seemed to be a little bit of heaven, I was accepted as who I was, a young curious, smiling boy. It was so fortunate that these were gentle freaks, it may have been something so different, it could have been my worst mistake. Children disappeared all of the time and were found dead in bad places. I understood my mothers reasons to fear and I bought into them as the only reality there was.
    But these sweet people were harmless, later, reflecting on this as an older person, I came to understand and accept that the universe had saved me, the universe or “God”, wanted me to learn and see something. I was to realize that all of life was not to die, but to shine brilliant for a brief time, defying the state of mind that said we could not.

    This encounter ended badly for me, but the seeds had been planted and grew and eventually took over the garden in my mind. My mother came out of the store, she saw the car empty and started looking around in a panic, she started screaming for me, they girl who had brought me into this circle of people looked at me and took my hand, she said, “It is time to go now, your mamma’s calling you, remember to always be happy, when you grow up you can do anything you want to”. I remember these words to this day, they were symbolic on many levels, they dictated many of my decisions, they taught me to see love in women, my mother would never be able to show me.

    I walked to the car, my mother saw me and I saw many emotions go through her face, I saw relief, panic, anger. She grabbed my hand and in front of everyone in the parking lot, in front of these beautiful strangers and in front of God himself. She beat me until I cried, threw me in the car, we did not live far and when she got home I was beaten more and sent to my room screaming without food. I refused to talk for days, I went to the Christian school I was in and refused to talk. The teachers knew something had happened but did not know and I would not speak of it, not understanding myself.

    For a very long time I thought of this and for the longest of time I could not rectify the difference of these people who had shown me unconditional love from the type of painful love and fear that came from my home life. The seeds were planted, For all of my youth, I could not wait to find this light again. I was exposed in a very short time to something that had a profound effect on me. I became a hippy, I became by nature, counter-culture and a free thinker. I became rebellious and acted out of rage against the prison I was put in by people who thought it was for my own good. On my papers in class, I drew figures of long haired kids with signs protesting. I saw images of these people on the news and again caught glimpses of that special light that changed me in an instant. I dreamed of running away and living in the woods and being with nature. I continued to withdraw into the world of books and surrounded myself in a fortress of words until I was able to finally break free eight years later.

    The moments went on into many directions filled with light and dark. Many other moments were places in time that galvanized me and plotted the course in my life. My only use in this life other than working for someone else’s crimes was to try to bring people to see a light of love that was introduced to me in a few minutes. In all of my relationships I tried to get back to this serene, calm and pure love light. Not many places in this world have it anymore and I feels so sorry for those who never experienced. For this type of love, is all we are here to learn. To have it, to give it and to realize that all of sadness is due to its lack.

    I learned more of the love that Christ brought to us in his teachings in about twenty minutes than I did in twenty years of religious schooling. I think that once you feel this, you are never the same and you can have this, on your own. You can find and share this within or without a church or any type of organized religion for that matter.

    Many people get shown the light in many different situations and circumstances. To this day I wonder what that innocuous group of hippies came to. I actually, sadly know what. I do not believe they knew what they did to me by sharing that one Pivotal Moment with me.

    TBC
    (SG2014)

     

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 07.09

    012

    “In my house is a little corner where I think of the past. The chair is empty because I am living in the present”. (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 07.02

    A Pivotal Moment

    It was the summer of 1969, I was a young boy growing up outside of Detroit Michigan.
    My father had died on my birthday 2 years before. Well meaning and sympathetic adults had given me my first door out. It was the complete Encyclopedia Britannica. Laying the ground for a life long passion of learning, I spent most of my evenings at home deep inside of these books. I especially enjoyed the Science Year addition , which was a year by year compilation of the accomplishments and forays of science.

    Nixon had taken the White House, Man had returned from the lunar landings. A house cost 15,000 dollars, the average wage was 9,000 dollars a year. Rent was 150.00

    The ant-war protests were at their height and something happened called “Woodstock” and something darker called “Altamont”.

    My mother took us shopping and also would let me stay in the car and read. I had no interest in following her around a store filled with things I could not have. So I would sit in the car and read books beyond my years, enjoying the landscapes of the written word. It was at this time I saw something that forever changed my world view, something that would influence every thought and action in my small life.

    Some may look at my insight and laugh. But, where some people see trash, some others find treasure.

    We were parked in a Kroger grocery store on Telegraph Avenue in Dearborn Michigan. My mother took my brother and sister inside to shop. I remained in the car and had cracked open the spine of yet another book about cowboys on the open ranges in the West, a gift from my Grandmother. I was reading and lost in this book when I first heard voices. I looked in the direction of the sound. I saw what I thought to be grown ups sitting outside the store, They were dressed differently and had long hair, they were asking people who went into the store for spare change. People were avoiding them and some showed disgust to them. I watched fascinated, listening. I learned later they were called “Hippies” from my mother who said they were bad people that did not believe in God.

    But in the moment as I listened to them I heard things, I heard stories of hardship, tales of travel to parts unknown. Conversations that went on forever about “Drugs” which seemed to be a fixation for these folk. As I listened I noticed they laughed, they laughed with a sound so carefree and unattached I had never heard of it before. I had only known misery and death so far in this life, and except the gentle light that my Grandmother shed on me, I was afraid of the world. My mothers way of punishment was to threaten to take us to downtown Detroit and leave us there. I believe fears of abandonment grew from this behavior. But in this parking lot, the Hippies had gathered to try to rustle up some food, when one got enough money from panhandling, they would go inside and buy food and then bring it out to the rest where it was divided as far as it could go. I never had witnessed this kind of behavior I wondered why all of this was so special, I wondered why they were there and not in cars driving. I wondered why they had to ask for money and didn’t have it. I wondered why they smiled when everyone seemed so sad and preoccupied. I looked closer and saw some of their eyes. I saw something for the first time in my life. I saw a light that was not unique to them but burned within them. I saw a freedom a knowing, a sense of the divine. I also saw the exact opposite in the ones whose souls were enslaved by the world and who had succumb to hard drug use. But most of these explanations came later understood when I was at the very same crossoads. I was not equipped to understand this entirely. I only saw something so different from anything else in my environment, I just knew I wanted to be a part of it.

    I did something forbidden, I left the car. I wanted to see this up close, I wanted to find out what the meaning of it was. The same curiosity that drove me to read, pulled me into the energy that I only sensed.

    I walked out of the car, I locked it. You had to lock everything in Detroit, one of the first things my mother taught us. She taught us through fear, she made us fear and fear and fear. Thinking this was Gods way of making people behave. She was from post war Germany and raised in the slums of south Chicago, given up for adoption from her family. I will never be able to describe her Hell in this writing. In retrospect, I locked the car, because I never wanted to look back.

    Approaching the crowd the first thing I noticed was this woman, she had a beauty I could not understand having never seen it before, She smiled as warm as the sun and radiated laughter. Coming over she said hello to me, I was speechless. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair saying I was a beautiful boy. No one had ever done that to me, no one had ever just knelt and said I was beautiful, no one ever made me smile right away. I think it was the first time I fell in love with women. At such a young age, I was exposed to a love light that was so pure and unlike anything I had ever known before, I was just attracted to it immediately. For the rest of my life, I would always seek to bask in this light that this total stranger, a young hippie chick, just shed on me. I had lost much and this woman\girl in 5 minutes, changed everything I understood about love.

    She asked if I wanted to meet her friends, I didn’t know what to say, recalling my mothers warning of these godless people. She said it was OK and took my hand and led me over to where a group of them were sitting and one was playing a guitar, a magical instrument that I would love for the rest of my life. The other people there looked at me and as she lead me over, that same light in their eyes to a more or less of a degree. A man picked me up and looked in my face and remarked that I was as light as a feather, for the first time since my father died I got to ride on this young mans shoulders. He walked around and took me to his friends saying this is “Sam”. They would laugh and smile, touching me on this young mans shoulders, I started to giggle, I relaxed with them, someone gave me some chocolate and I just became an eye for a while, taking in the new mystery. Floating above their heads and watching a old but new way of human interaction. All of my circuits were on, my brain started creating a brand new shelf for many, many memories to come.

    Time had dilated and it seemed to be a little bit of heaven, I was accepted as who I was, a young curious, smiling boy. It was so fortunate that these were gentle freaks, it may have been something so different, it could have been my worst mistake. Children disappeared all of the time and were found dead in bad places. I understood my mothers reasons to fear and I bought into them as the only reality there was.
    But these sweet people were harmless, later, reflecting on this as an older person, I came to understand and accept that the universe had saved me, the universe or “God”, wanted me to learn and see something. I was to realize that all of life was not to die, but to shine brilliant for a brief time, defying the state of mind that said we could not. I learned that the biggest gift you could give anyone in this life had no substance.

    This encounter ended badly for me, but the seeds had been planted and grew and eventually took over the garden in my mind. My mother came out of the store, she saw the car empty and started looking around in a panic, she started screaming for me, the girl who had brought me into this circle of people looked at me and took my hand, she said, “It is time to go now, your mamma’s calling you, remember to always be happy, when you grow up you can do anything you want to”. I remember these words to this day, they were symbolic on many levels, they dictated many of my decisions, they taught me to see love in women, my mother would never be able to show me.

    I walked to the car, my mother saw me and I saw many emotions go through her face, I saw relief, panic, anger. She grabbed my hand and in front of everyone in the parking lot, in front of these beautiful strangers and in front of God himself. She beat me until I cried, threw me in the car, we did not live far and when she got home I was beaten more and sent to my room screaming without food. I refused to talk for days, I went to the Christian school I was in and refused to talk. The teachers knew something had happened but did not know and I would not speak of it, not understanding myself.

    For a very long time I thought of this and for the longest of time I could not rectify the difference of these people who had shown me unconditional love from the type of painful love and fear that came from my home life. The seeds were planted, For all of my youth, I could not wait to find this light again. I had only been exposed to it for a very short time yet it was something that had a profound, lasting effect on me. I became a hippie, I became by nature, counter-culture and a free thinker. I became rebellious and acted out of rage against the prison I was put in by people who thought it was for my own good. On my papers in class, I drew figures of long haired kids with signs protesting. I saw images of these people on the news and again caught glimpses of that special light that changed me in an instant. I dreamed of running away and living in the woods and being with nature. I continued to withdraw into the world of books and surrounded myself in a fortress of words until I was able to finally break free eight years later.

    The moments went on into many directions filled with light and dark. Many other moments were places in time that galvanized me and plotted the course in my life. My only use in this life other than working for someone elses crimes was to try to bring people to see a light of the love that was introduced to me in a few minutes. In all of my relationships, I tried to get back to this serene, calm and pure love light. Not many places in this world have it anymore and I feels so sorry for those who have never experienced it. For this type of love, is all we are here to learn. To have it, to give it and to realize that all of sadness is due to its lack.

    I learned more of the love that Christ brought to us in his teachings in about twenty minutes than I did in twenty years of religious schooling. I think that once you feel this, you are never the same and you can have this, on your own. You can find and share this love light within or without a church or any type of organized religion for that matter.

    Many people get shown the light in many different situations and circumstances. To this day I wonder what that innocuous group of hippies came to. I actually, sadly know what. I do not believe they knew what they did to me by sharing that one Pivotal Moment with me.

    TBC
    (SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.28

    Comments from the here and now~~

    No matter where you are, you always have something special….I started following the Grateful Dead in ’77. I listened to Berkeley hippies in the audience chuckling as to how the the band had oiled up the gears for some more shows to pay for their drug habits. Being young I listened with respect and considered myself lucky to have been able to witness a 60’s phenomena. I always felt I was born a little too late.

    No one, not even the band knew what was to come. I was fervent in my involvement with the scene. I got on the bus in ’77 and rode it until ’95. Even though I was in my mind a late comer, I was always being exposed to new kidz and adults alike who were joining this grass roots rock and roll movement. After some time, they began to look up to me and wanted to hear my stories! I thought this funny as I still believed I had missed out on the core times.

    So I am like the rest of you now, post Jerry. Living on memories. Something I love to see is all of the splintered groups and festivals and good times that refuse to relent. This does my heart proud. Although I am no longer fervent….311 GD and JGB shows were almost enough for me. I applaud the kidz today in their pursuit of where the American dream finally ended up. And I listen to the splinter bands and still hear Jerry, bubbling up through an others hands and I realize that the train kept a rollin’……..

    So, my old man advice to the young….party on kidz, live the dream, there only is now. Don’t think you missed out on anything. None of us did. Make something out of the scene to hand to your kidz so that the dream never dies. You got the torch, run with it and pass it on. I will always cheer that.

    Times are tough, edgy and have the possibility of failing in a spectacular way. No matter who you are, you can rage against the machine and help keep this blue pearl in space a place for us and not the next species. Hard times require furious dancing. As Hunter Thompson said, “Stomp the turf”.

    I am sometimes angry that I ended up talking to an electronic medium instead of having a life. But, I am thankful that it has taught me and given me perspective I didn’t have. I value anyone here who cares at all and want you to know, many people are just like you. At my age, my only use is to occasionally scare up the young and then get out of their way. Success is measured on many levels. “Tune in, Turn on, OPT OUT”. (Thank you Timothy Leary). Remember a lesson I learned too late. Balance in your life is required for the long run and those who don’t have that, may burn bright as artists, thinkers and Mad Poets. But, eventually, remember to come down and see that your life is going the right way. Don’t ever forget you got to where you are because of love. You owe it to the Universe, pay it back by living a balanced life. It took me knowing and watching Jerry burn so bright for so long and yet, too soon to realize this. Even in his death he taught us…”Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right”. Pool all the wisdom together that you have found and use it to set an example for the next in line. But remember, the point in life they want you to forget so bad…Is to remember to have fun. Peace and Love still Works.

    I look forward to more ranting to anyone that will listen..(A Poet PSA).

    Photo: Comments from the here and now~~

No matter where you are, you always have something special....I started following the Grateful Dead in '77.  I listened to Berkeley hippies in the audience chuckling as to how the the band had oiled up the gears for some more shows to pay for their drug habits. Being young I listened with respect and considered myself lucky to have been able to witness a 60's phenomena. I always felt I was born a little too late.

No one, not even the band knew what was to come.  I was fervent in my involvement with the scene. I got on the bus in '77 and rode it until '95. Even though I was in my mind a late comer, I was always being exposed to new kidz and adults alike who were joining this grass roots rock and roll movement. After some time, they began to look up to me and wanted to hear my stories! I thought this funny as I still believed I had missed out on the core times.

So I am like the rest of you now, post Jerry. Living on memories. Something I love to see is all of the splintered groups and festivals and good times that refuse to relent. This does my heart proud. Although I am no longer fervent....311 GD and JGB shows were almost enough for me. I applaud the kidz today in their pursuit of where the American dream finally ended up. And I listen to the splinter bands and still hear Jerry, bubbling up through an others hands and I realize that the train kept a rollin'........

So, my old man advice to the young....party on kidz, live the dream, there only is now. Don't think you missed out on anything. None of us did. Make something out of the scene to hand to your kidz so that the dream never dies. You got the torch, run with it and pass it on. I will always cheer that.

Times are tough, edgy and have the possibility of failing in a spectacular way. No matter who you are, you can rage against the machine and help keep this blue pearl in space a place for us and not the next species. Hard times require furious dancing. As Hunter Thompson said, "Stomp the turf".

I am sometimes angry that I ended up talking to an electronic medium instead of having a life. But, I am thankful that it has taught me and given me perspective I didn't have. I value anyone here who cares at all and want you to know, many people are just like you. At my age, my only use is to occasionally scare up the young and then get out of there way.  Success is measured on many levels. "Tune in, Turn on, OPT OUT". (Thank you Timothy Leary). Remember a lesson I learned too late. Balance in your life is required for the long run and those who don't have that, may burn bright as artists, thinkers and Mad Poets. But, eventually, remember to come down and see that your life is going the right way. Don't ever forget you got to where you are because of love. You owe it to the Universe, pay it back by living a balanced life. It took me knowing and watching Jerry burn so bright for so long and yet, too soon to realize this. Even in his death he taught us..."Once in a while, you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right". Pool all the wisdom together that you have found and use it to set an example for the next in line. But remember, the point in life they want you to forget so bad...Is to remember to have fun. Peace and Love still Works. 

I look forward to more ranting to anyone that will listen..(A Poet PSA).

     

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.22

    This is what you see, read and hear.

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    This is what the Poets sees and tells you. ……”Words”

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.14

    My thoughts on the re-emergence of religious sect violence in Iraq

    The world is not black and white, those who see it that way will stand in the same lines. John Lennon said, “Give peace a chance”. That is the will of the people. Using violence and death and robbery will just give the warmongers here a reason to go back to Iraq. Stop the madness. Peace, love, freedom and happiness are still in our hearts and can still be in the world. The cynics smirk and we watch our children die.There are really no borders either, just like words are a symbol of a thing and inherently detached from the Great Unreal by their very existence, so are the imaginary lines of borders. We all live on one planet and it is the responsibility of enlightened beings wherever they are to live by example. Iraq has proved to have problems they cannot solve on their own. They need help, but not in any military sense. A Revolution of the people begins with self awareness and self empowerment. The US government cannot give that to them at this time because gunboat diplomacy no longer works. In our country, we need to fix our own government before we can again be a example for the world. The only reason the U.S is involved in IRAQ is because there is oil in the ground. We made billions off of the war in Iraq. and borrowed on the taxpayers a trillion dollars from China to do it. Persia was once a grand empire. Years of suffering from religious zealots and the dogs of war from the West have reduced it to a giant ghetto, devoid of any culture. We point fingers, our government staged 911 to seal the deal and brainwashed the American public into thinking we could “save” something over there. We only galvanized the religious sects will and we made Halliburton very rich.

    “If you practice armchair politics on fakebook, I had better see you in line with me, voting for change”. (©SG2014)

    Samuel Gold Commentary


    2014 - 06.14

    This old Poet rarely finds music these days to be inspiring. A groovy young guy turned me onto the band “My Chemical Romance” a song called “Sing”. The Poets jaw hit the floor and he was gently reminded that younger minds think even a midst the noise he hears. The human revolution is still in progress. “Tune in, Turn on, Drop out” ©(SG2014)

    The Poet’s Reminders (Old Hippie Wisdom)


    2014 - 06.14
    • You must be true to yourself to be true to others.

    • Walk outside the lines, push the envelope of the familiar.

    • Don’t be afraid to speak out, you are the eyes of the world and saw it first.

    • Don’t be afraid to act on your inner wisdom (Sometimes the voices will teach you).

    • The end is always near, enjoy the ride.

    • When all is said and done, it is still about the children. Teach them, or get out of their way

    • As you get older and are at the end of the race, push harder for the finish.

    • If you chase the money changers out of the temple, you will be crucified.

    • Study all the Mysteries.

    • Honor her, love her and protect her. She will bring you peace.

    • The trail less traveled is always the most interesting.

    • Even if your life is about words, realize the truth has none. At your best you are only pointing away.

    • A word can be true or false.

    • History is an assumption based on things you never saw.

    • Grow your own, everything. Your balcony can feed you more greens than you can eat.

    • Everything new is based on something old.

    • They want you to be afraid and paralyzed.

    • Smile, you will find it opens doors you have no keys for.

    • Vote with your dollars, the elections are not the whole solution.

    • Kill your TV. Stop listening to the useless foam from their mouths.

    • Act on what you see not what you hear,doubt both

    • Let the grasses and herbs be your healer

    • Ignorance is the other side of the evil coin.

    • Your body is a temple for your soul, keep it clean.

    • The Industrial Revolution took more than it gave.

    • Space is not the final Frontier, it is the only one. It took some time for mankind to lift his head.

    • No matter what religion you are, karma is a bitch.

    • It’s your life, do what you want. Paths will cross yours, but you still must die alone.

    • You deserve to win, no matter what they want you to believe.

    • This list goes on as long as you live

    (SG2014)

     

    Health Care Reform


    2014 - 06.13

    Health Care Reform

    I am actually quite naive about most of the nightmare that is day to day government. My hat goes off to any civil employee who makes it his or her profession to improve the common good of the people.
    My only input on health care reform has been watching C-SPAN and various politicians from both sides of the fence making their viewpoints as public as possible. That is because it is fodder for the next election and yet another opportunity for the Republicans to hamper Obama’s work.
    We are about to vote on a bill that will provide insurance to the 30 million uninsured. It is the same old song and dance Republican versus Democrat, right down the aisle. The biggest questions are; What about the anti-abortion Democrats who are holding out and what are the American people really been informed of? You see dear reader; America has once again been duped by the machine. It purposely overloaded us with so much trial detail and weirdness that most of America is just shouting STOP!
    The Republican Party as usual, is using this popular opinion to call their own and make it look like they have some consolidated front against the Democrats. The next major question is who besides the wealthy are going to pay for it? Are we going to stop a war to save even more lives? Not likely anymore in America, we no longer make major financial decisions as an independent country any more. Since we owe so much too so many governments. Especially China, we really don’t make our own decisions anymore. But, that is another point we’ll get to later. Well you know the Democrats love to tax the rich. That is built in for anyone who makes more than a quarter million a year. Who may these people be? Republicans of course. The next point is, the Insurance Industry is going to lose a lot of their control and now current practices are going to be made illegal (Such as disqualification for pre-existing conditions). They are putting in a lot of money to the Republican Party and lobbying heavily. They are the only ones who stand to lose if this healthcare bill passes. It will no longer be business as usual. They and their stockholders fear the final death, such as a dinosaur hitting the ground. Indicating a change in direction.
    (SG2010)

    Generation Of The Doomed


    2014 - 06.13

    Generation of the Doomed

    In my eyes I have lived a long time. Not too long on the universal scale but I have been around for a while. I am a Poet; part of what I do is to look between the lines of life and attempt to bring it into reality with mere words what the conditioned eye doesn’t see. My life has been very eclectic; I have done many different things while in the process of finding my groove.

    We are living in interesting times (ancient Chinese curse) and this is both an opportunity to go higher or give the chance to some other species. Mankind in all of his power tripping madness has created a very tense situation. Even the Dali Lama is reversing his position on peaceful resistance since China claimed the right to pick the next Dali- Lama. He said paraphrased, “If someone is harming you to the point where your existence is in danger it is often necessary to fight back” This is a call to arms to save what is left of Tibet. If anyone is interested in his philosophy, I suggest you read his book “Ethics for the new Millennium”.

    In the course of my time, I went through a turbulent childhood and was forced into the harsher realities of life at a very young age. The way I survived was to adhere to what I call the “Cowboy Code” and keep my eyes open, ever vigilant for weirdness.  This actually has worked for years but it has caused tremendous collateral damage to my personal life. So in the end you end up with a trail of ghosts. People who got lost, killed or confused and lost in their way.  This has been the hardest to me, watching friends and acquaintances that had such high ideals in the beginning and then watched the machine they hoped to change just trampled those ideals.

    As a child I traveled with this circus called the “Grateful Dead” and saw many things in America, 911 was not really the big change, it is just the current high water mark. I’m a “Tweener” born after the war years but still young for the 60’s.  But, my age gives me ability to look at two different generations and watch the handing over of the reigns to a younger mindset was very interesting. For each new thing gained, whether it is technology or medicine or religion, something was lost. All the ground gained in front was erased by the fact the machine changed tactics and snuck up on our rear. So, as I went from state to state, following this insanely weird scene of the Dead, I saw this gradual erosion of the quality of life all over America. It was if someone had orchestrated a plan that took generations to play out. The Ministry of Disinformation is alive and well in America. Mostly seen in the media, but prevalent everywhere.

    We are a nation of labels. We have so much information bombarding us that we tend to stereotype everything in order to hold onto some sense of sanity in our day to day existence. Right now in these times, we are staying very busy creating new stereotypes to deal with theconstant influx of information. This can’t go on. We need to stop looking at the minutia and attempt to look higher at the Big Picture. If we can’t cooperate as a species we are doomed. We have enough problems with the planet at this point that all politics should be cast aside in order to shake up the structures that hold such destructive methods as the status quo.

    The Bill of rights used to be a document that was about a foot thick when printed. After the Reagan-Bush Dark ages and 911, it was reduced to a document that is now about an inch thick when printed. We don’t even know what we lost, they won’t tell you unless it is conveinient to them when they are enforcing draconian tactics. In a mere generation, land abuse and over-population combined with competion for resources has turned man into a nastier beast. We read of the horrors of the holocaust and the crusades and think that it is terrible that man can do this. We are doing even worse in consideration of the death counts. It is just neater and swept under the carpets and choked off at the media level. We are spoon fed pabulum on a daily basis and are being dumbed down as a nation to point that the very existence of the United States is in peril because of fiscal irresponsibility practiced for generations. I love Chinese people, but my opinion is because of the politics involved, no one should buy anything made in China.

    I worry very much when I see the young, besides being jealous that youth still courses through their veins, I am very dismayed at the attitude I see. These young people will be making healthcare decisions for most of us and frankly with the status of health care here in this country, I am very worried about where most of us will end up. This is one of the biggest carrots that the machine offers you. Work hard, get rich and you will be in control. This is all an illusion, yet many people opt out of free thinking in order to ensure safety when they are old. Old people are the most wasted resource in this country. So much to learn, so much to teach. And we just let these people rot because they don’t have enough money to hold their own.

    The thing about terrorist activity is 1. It is quite real and a threat to our nation 2. It is being used as an excuse to invade countries and take peoples civil liberties away. The machine considers you just as dangerous to it as a terrorist, so we have things like the “Echelon Dictionary” which is a highly advanced piece of technology that is a word filter for all electronic communications. What the sheeple don’t understand is that everything you say, write or buy is recorded. Digital storage is so cheap that your whole life is now on record. Another very dangerous threat to the normal citizen is “Data Mining” of emails and messages and websites all constantly monitored at the ISP level and in the telecommunications industry. Something you said ten years ago can now be used against you in a court of law.

     

    What people need to realize, is that they really only have one way to vote. It isn’t the going to the polls and choosing an elected official, that game has been bought and sold so many times it has permanently tainted Politics. The game is rigged and for every good hearted citizen that does vote, you are always forced to choose between what is considered to be the lesser of two evils. No, there is really only one way to vote and truly express your opinion that is in how you spend your money. It is far more effective to change the course of the future merely by what you buy. All of the Greed; all of the avarice and hate that exist in the world, all of the pollution and overpopulation problems come from how money is allocated. If you know exactly where your dollar goes you can contribute to the New Economy. Want to bring down Big Oil? Don’t drive anymore or at least drastically reduce your needs for a vehicle. Want to stop nuclear power? Form large citizen controlled energy aggregates that only use safer alternative means to generating power. That stops the utilities and takes you off the grid.

    How about what we eat and where it comes from? Think about this for a while.

    Has the import and export of agriculture spread diseases and pest to countries where they over run the eco-system?

    We need to support our farmers and live grow and eat local foods. The Egyptians believed that eating the foods from distant lands would diminish their souls. That is why the Nile was Egypt’s life blood. So my point is; let’s get the land back first, then form coalitions of citizens to protect them from large scale buyouts. You see, the American Farmer was forced to go broke. An artificially constructed situation of economics was created to do that. The Robber Barons wanted their land back.

    Focusing on buying locally will save Americas Farmers. 100 years ago 90 percent of people were involve in agriculture. Now, that number is about 5 percent it isn’t really because we have better machines now, today agriculture is a very controlled environment and there are chemical and pesticides in everything. This has an environmental trickle down effect because of the run off into rivers and streams. Health connections with this problem are just now beginning to be explored. One of the things scientists have realized is that estrogens like compound are getting into the food and water supply through fertilizer run off and is impacting the fertility of men. I personally speculate that this may be the cause of many other physical and mental health conditions that we currently do not have any reasons for yet. The quality of the soil is so bad in America that we now must depend on petrol-chemically produced fertilizers to keep up the massive food production requirements we currently live by. I have read that the average top soil depthis18 inches in the United States farm belt. Before the Industrial Revolution it was 3 feet in depth. Seed companies are vigorously experimenting with the seeds that are sold to farmers, creating seed that grow plants that do not produce there own seeds thereby insuring the farmers dependence on buying more seeds from the company. Also, these very same seed companies are trying to create seeds that will not sprout and grow unless there is a certain type of fertilizer in the soil. This kind of activity is wrong and in the end may be the cause of famines due to problems and mistakes made with these approaches. On the good side, there are organizations that recognize this as a threat and are growing and storing seed that represent the original genome of that particular food plant. Genetic manipulation of seeds can give us basic convenient things like seedless watermelons and blight resistant tomatoes, but at what cost? This short sighted approach to so called “improvements” on Mother nature has ramifications we don’t even comprehend at this point and could easily bite us when we least expect it.

    We have proven that large scale food production is possible through organic farming methods yet this is not as profitable to the corporate machine that currently dominates farming practices. There is a saying I heard that said “Live simply, so that others may live” I don’t know who said it first but it has great wisdom as a concept. We need to eat simpler, more wholesome diets so that there is enough good quality food for everyone. You are what you eat and I see us becoming a nation of dumb cows

    (SG2014)

     

     

    A Samuel Gold Commentary


    2013 - 05.27

    Let me tell something gentle readers. We look at all these terrible tragedies we hear on the news as individual incidents. We don’t even know how bad and tenuous our rights are being taken. The government has lied to and fooled us. They planned on the fact that most Americans would figure out the 911 hoaxes. So this is why the guns will be taken. Drones will be in our neighborhoods and individual rights will be obviously dismissed, already planning how to react to a populace that is largely been conditioned and whose action curve is predictable. The machine is still a step ahead of us folks,

     

    (SG2013)

    Always Another Way


    2012 - 09.24

     

    And if you find yourself on the road to infamy you can always change the road your on.

    (SG2012)

    Reborn, not destroyed. Insert another quarter, this game is going to the next level. (circa 2012)


    2011 - 01.26

    Sometimes it is best to defer to the original masters, When something is said so well it becomes timeless.

    Here is a thought about the doomsday ideal that is circulating and making people think that we are in an existence with no options.

    Tomorrow Never Knows

    -Lennon-McCartney-

    Turn off your mind, relax
    and float down stream
    It is not dying
    It is not dying

    Lay down all thought
    Surrender to the void
    It is shining
    It is shining

    That you may see
    The meaning of within
    It is being
    It is being

    That love is all
    And love is everyone
    It is knowing
    It is knowing

    That ignorance and hate
    May mourn the dead
    It is believing
    It is believing

    But listen to the
    color of your dreams
    It is not living
    It is not living

    Or play the game
    existence to the end

    Of the beginning
    Of the beginning
    Of the beginning
    Of the beginning
    Of the beginning
    Of the beginning

    Remember, it is the end of the beginning, which happens to be the meaning of the word Apocalypse. Did you ever think that life may progress beyond anything you could possibly imagine at this point?

    Thank you John and Paul.

    (SG2011)

    Paranoid Conspiracy?


    2011 - 01.21

    Imagine if you will viruses, they existed long before mankind.

     

    Imagine if you will the Plagues and Spanish Flu and all the people who died from viruses.

     

    Imagine if you will mankind is a very observant creature.

     

    Imagine if you will the Indian wars in the early west, we gave them blankets infected with disease.

     

    Imagine if you will this was the birth of germ warfare.

     

    Imagine if you will that the scientists who want to cure viruses had their work perverted.

     

    Imagine if you will that viruses have mutated in animals and suddenly are jumping to humans.

     

    Imagine if you will that Hitler’s body wasn’t ever found. Did his dream of the perfect white human die?

     

    Imagine if you will that his top scientists were brought to the U.S. and given clemency.

     

    Imagine if you will that the rest fled to South America, never to be found. Like Hitler’s body.

     

    Imagine if you will that nuclear war is expensive and will kill the planet, eventually everyone will agree on this.

     

    Imagine if you will nuclear fear is generated not to scare us but to distract us.

     

    Imagine if you will the technology for modifying viruses is so much cheaper than nuclear conflict.

     

    Imagine if you will that the powers that be decided it is better to kill a populace and leave  everything else intact.

     

    Imagine if you will a virus killed all the people in a specific area, the resources there would be yours. Like oil.

     

    Imagine if you will that AIDS mutates all the time with an intelligence we don’t understand.

     

    Imagine if you will that the Humane Genome Project has mapped race specific genes.

     

    Imagine if you will how easy it is now to modify viruses to attack specific gene pools.

     

    Imagine if you will that as a race we are seeing an increase in weakened immune systems.

     

    Imagine if you will no matter how much money we throw at it, cancer cases are still growing.

     

    Imagine if you will how most societies consider old people to be a burden.

     

    Imagine if you will the recent mass deaths of specific animals was just a test.

     

    Imagine if you will all the explanations for this came from the government and we can trust them, right?

     

    Imagine if you will all the secret space shuttle missions and rocket launches.

     

    Imagine if you will that the quickest way to disseminate a virus globally is in the air and not person to person.

     

    Imagine if you will the government that holds the cure would rule everything.

     

    Imagine if you will that the “New World Order” is something different than you could possibly know.

     

    Imagine if you will people who talk about these things disappear or are marginalized as crazy.

     

    (SG2011)

    The Cowboy Code


    2010 - 10.22

    I have been reluctant to share the basis for the morals in which I have lead my life. I am an American and America was built on the backs of Cowboys. The Cowboy code is a long forgotten example of ethics which were the result of men and women trying to conquer a country and the things they had to do in order to live and survive a life that was both decent, moral and in the end satisfying when you closed your eyes for the last time. 

    But the Cowboys left behind a legacy that was truly American and unique for the times. The Code is very simple in it’s words but the wisdom and history still stands today. I have always loved Cowboys as a child. My Grandmother would read me stories of them and I always used to watch every Cowboy movie I could. As a young boy; I bailed hay, raised cattle, road the hills on a horse. But, I never got to truly experience the reality of being a Cowboy in the yet to be tamed west. It was over when I got here. But the old folks had stories and I would listen to them.

    There are still echoes of the cowboy code, you hear it in the voices of old farmers. But they too are now a vanishing breed.

    Here below is some paraphrased sayings I heard over and over as a child. Some of them are funny, some profound. The Cowboy’s weren’t always educated but they knew what enough of what was real.

    • Keep your fences tight and strong. Ride your fences every day, it checks on them and gives you time to remember how lucky you are to have land.
    • Keep the bankers and lawyers at a distance, remember a handshake and a square look in the eye is the best judge of a mans worth.
    • Life is simpler when you plow around the stump, but sometimes you must use dynamite to get it out of the way.

    Theres phrases are very evocitive of the early settler days. Ownership of land was often a measure of a mans worth. It was an indicator he was capable and strong enough to hold his own. This is where the ferocity of riding fences happened. Even in the widest most open areas of the west, various type of ranching and agriculture base econimies were already competing for resources.  When long trains of covered wagons headed west and the land was being opened up for settlement, An interesting mix of people ran left to escape their lives in the east. Some were good, upstanding people who merely wanted religious freedom. Some where criminal, famous and other wise. They were the Outlaws,  looking for one last chance, fresh hunting grounds, fresh meat. The Colt .45 revolver was considered the great equalizer during this pre-law era.Immediately after the early settlement ensued, ranchers took up ranching. Cattlemen raised cattle. There were already battle lines being drawn for the abundant resources that the west provided. Everyone with capital interests in farming or ranching began to fence in their land unleashing miles of fence wire to ensnare mother earth and tie her down to the submission of the great Manifest Destiny.

     

    • Words that soak into your ears and remembered are whispered…not yelled.
    • Meanness don’t just doesn’t  happen overnight it has to fester awhile. Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads and their aim.

    These last two pieces represent the time when a couple of things began to happen. Small towns opened up at railroad stops and famous wagon destinations. These permanent settlements had some sort of law and also one of the best side effects of the western railroad, the side effects of the trains was…..The women came west!!!  Some of the cowboys would at first leave their homes and families and go earn their fortune. After achieving this goal, they would send for their families. But the trains and the fact there have always been women with a sense of adventure, had something to do with the gentrification of the west. A cowboy could meet a special woman in town, maybe for a night, maybe for a lifetime. But it is certain anything she lovingly whispered, was never forgotten by that man as he rode the long, dusty trails.

    • Don’t corner something that would normally run from you, everything wants to stay alive and some will really fight for it.

    This line always sort’ reminded me of something my Grandmother would say. She would say. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew!”

    • It doesn’t take a very big person to carry a grudge. God forgives you, it’s only right you pass it along.
    • You cannot unsay a cruel word, they ring forever, especially in the ears of the ones you love the most.

    By the time towns, homesteads, railroadstops and such  had dug in , there was arrival of fashion, in the way the person from the west walked , talked, what they wore. It was standard reporting fodder for the newspapers and magazines back east to report what women were wearing out on the “Frontier”. This process brought gentrification to the cowboy and the relationship of a cowboy to his family became a very deep thing.

    • Every path has a few puddles, every big hill gets slick with mud when it rains.
    • When you have to work with pigs, expect to get smelly and dirty, a lot of people eat ham and bacon.
    • The best sermons are lived, not preached, the best example you can be is to be yourself.
    • Most of the stuff people worry about is never gonna happen anyway. In the end it’s a bunch of hootin’ and hollerin’ about nothing.
    • Don’t judge folks by their relatives, Everyone learns what to be and what not to be by them.
    •  Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer, speaking up first may get you branded as an impatient man.
    •  Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin’ you none, live your life and let others live theirs the best they can.
    •  Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance, So dance when you see the clouds, but never discount faith.
    • Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got, the ways of some men are full of trickery, watch out who gets yer’ money.
    • Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke, learn that somethings just can’t be fixed too. If something needs to die, let it.
    • Always drink upstream from the herd, and when in different pastures, watch where you step, there may be snakes.
    • Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgments you first made, learn as you go.
    • If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.
    • Live simply so that others may live, when you leave a campsite, make sure there is some wood for the next one who needs it.
    • Love generously, let the light you have be seen so your recognized as a righteous man.
    • Care deeply, if we didn’t care about each other there would be a lot more rattler bites.
    • Speak kindly of everything you see, be humble in the presence of strangers.
    • Love your woman with your life, if push comes to shove, give your life so that she may go on. Never hit a woman, even if she hits you first.
    • Listen to your woman, she has wisdom you will never know.Treat her children like the men and women you would want them to be when they grow up.
    • Remember you are an American and a Patriot, no matter what idiot is in the White house or who won the last war.
    • Be at peace with your actions, there will be plenty of time to think about what you did or didn’t do when you are old in a rocker on the porch 
    • When it’s time for you to go, remember; the pastures are green and there are no fences in Heaven.

     

     

    Frodo’s Ring


    2010 - 10.19

    In the “Lord of the Rings”. Frodo had a special ring given to him by the wizard Gandalf. When he wore it, the ring would make him invisible to everyone. Yet, when he was invisible he was actually being manipulated by dark forces that could see him and were out to do him harm. Frodo, even though realizing the benefits of being invisible. Wisely, took the ring off.

    – Commentary on J.R.R. Tolkiens; Lord of the Rings.

    Bumper Stickers


    2010 - 10.19

    Bumper stickers on cars are often a dangerous thing. While it is correct that you should exercise your right to free speech, there can be hazards.

    I once had an accident trying to read the bumper stickers on the car in front of me, if you are going to put a bumper sticker on your automobile, make sure the letters are big enough to be read at a safe distance.

    Also, left-wing liberal statements (My personal favorites) can get you profiled by bored cops just looking for trouble.

    Drug related statements are a sure fire way to get you profiled and pulled over and your vehicle searched. I used to have a VW bus with Grateful Dead stickers on it, boy I learned quickly that was a mistake. If you travel through many states where the politics change, certain bumper stickers may upset the locals.

    It is a campaign year and this whole “I support this vs. that candidate” genre can get your car keyed in parking lots.

    And some bumper stickers just advertise your stupidity to the driving world.

    Remember the famous “Baby on board” stickers? How many children did that save? As if it made caffeinated, late, commuters any more careful.

    When it comes to bumper stickers on cars, you are what you say. It’s not like their subtitled with your actual intentions.

    Also, consider what they do to the resale value of your car, You will never get those things off when you sell the car. And if you do happen to out grow the saying on the sticker, or you picked the losing candidate from a political race years ago, once again you are telling people you picked the wrong horse or that you thought the dark side served cookies or something else equally as stupid.

    (SG2010)

    Just a few words


    2009 - 11.09

    Below you will find my alter ego . He lives within this system and is constantly forcing me to try to be better.

    He is a Jester of sorts and likes to deliver one-line quotes from myself and others.

    He defies explanation, just when you think you know what he does

    He turns and does something different.

    Found a source of poetry


    2009 - 10.14

    Well Gentle Readers, we are going to go back a bit in time. 

    If you scroll through the last 15 entries or so you will see they are dated 1985

    This is because I found a leather bound book I used to drag all over the country with my gear and would sometimes write.

    There are subtle changes in  me and how I write, Please enjoy.

    Sam Gold