It’s All Designed To Blow Your Mind

My guidance for today was to choose peace, and to write- preferably a book, apparently.  Well, I’m working on both those things but since it seems as though, quite often of late, my cup has been runnethed over it takes a minute to expand from the resultant squashed and quease-like state.

Never mind that I (IDIOTICALLY) read NEWSWEEK first thing today.  The one with (why? It looks like her) picture of Ms. Bachmann on it, and Niall Ferguson’s piece on just exactly how the US debt is structured (roughly 60% is to owed to itself and the citizenry.  Neat trick.)  It might be argued that the American people are to blame for this reactionary, narrow minded, visionless cabal of poseurs being allowed to run things, which has given us a stomach churning reality of rich getting richer and everyone else sliding on a slippery slope.  Then again, when the Supreme Court of this country has ruled that corporate entities can give as much money as they want to political candidates however they want to and secretly if they choose, what chance does Jane or John Q. Citizen really have of any influence whatsoever?  So, OK.  I was already unsteady on the old pins and this didn’t buck me up much.  The inconsistency of Bachmann’s prior incarnation as an attorney for the Internal Revenue Service and her current one of spearheading the total dismantling of government just keeps my little hamster brain running around on its’ wheel wondering why people don’t a) just tell the truth, or b) say nothing if they’re going to lie anyway.  Biting the hand that has fed you, and all that.  Like, it’s OK to take all that money but now I want it another way and you’ll have to just suck it up.

SO ANYWAY.  Also remembering that there are, shall we say, celestial influences at work that make people snappish, irritable, and loosely attached to their handles, not to mention Mercury retrograde so that even the best laid plans seem to dissipate in the air like curling smoke, I had quite the struggle with self last night when I learned another fabulous thing about this maudite place we live.  IT HAS A HOMEOWNERS ASSOCIATION.  Wikipedia, bless its furry heart, has a concise entry on these groups, if you’re interested.  They get to levy fees and threaten lawsuits and liens if these fees aren’t paid.  You don’t have any choice about whether or not to belong- they have been set up by the initial “development group” and that, Gentle Reader, is that. If you want to buy the property, you get to join the Association, period.   In our case there is also the additional, if not uncommon, wonderfulness of being in an unincorporated area.  Which means people pay property taxes, some of which go to the county, and for which they get? Nothing.  Because the area somehow is not incorporated into the county although it is in the county.  We don’t have streetlights, we don’t have public safety, and since we don’t have paved roads we also cannot get our garbage picked up or mail delivered.  Also there is no line laid for internet or all the other things that are seeming indispensible in today’s world.    So.  On some level, who cares? You make a choice to go largely off grid and there it is.  But.  This here HOA, of which I was blissfully unaware until recently,  has a road committee, and they assess fees to homeowners for”maintenance”.   (Since the county doesn’t do it because we’re not part of it.  Got that?)  I’ve seen better roads in jungles in Mexico, which leads to the fun part of it all.  The roads here are absolutely awful.  They are so washboarded out you really could probably scrub something on them.  There are huge potholes and deep tire ruts (left from the winter when the mud is ankle deep) that are like razors.  The dust is like something out of a biblical epic.  A regular car couldn’t even make it on these roads, and riding over them is like being in a buckboard, even in a car designed for such torture.  There is no doubt a thriving business in suspension around here.  Anyhow, somehow the HOA has decided that what they are doing (perhaps in a parallel universe?)  is “maintenance”, and should be paid for not only by property owners but by anybody even renting out here.  If you want to dare driving on this collision course with extensive auto repair, you get to pay THEM.  They have it in their rules, but it has, apparently, not been disseminated before now.   I was totally flabbergasted by this revelation, because:  I’m supposed to pay for something that not only is not being done, but over which I have no control or manner of serious input.   They also are considering making people who rent pay MORE than people who own property.  Now, that’s fair for sure especially since if you rent you can’t vote on any issues pertaining to the HOA.  Because, see, you don’t own property.  Obviously that puts you in a lesser class all across the board.  So, it’s kind of a know-me fee.  (Or extortion, I thought, in a really unbridled moment.) Most HOAs do ridiculous things like tell you what color you can paint your door or how your yard has to look or what kind of TV service you can have.  On, theoretically, your own property.  (There’s a woman, for example, in the East who’s facing jail time because she planted vegetables in her front yard and her Association didn’t feel it was appropriate.) But there is, generally, overall maintenance provided, responsible parties (” “) to call if things go awry.  So there is balance if you have a reasonable HOA.  Out here in eyesore central? Zero zip nada.  There’s something about having to pay even more to be totally on my own that just….irritates me. I can think of better ways to throw away money I don’t have in the first place. There’s nothing in my rental agreement that mentions any of this, so it’s going to be interesting to see how it shakes out.  But it just reminded me of how things are going in the whole country- a small vested interest group gets to do whatever it wants, really, and you get to pay.  Not just in taxes and money, but in living conditions and lack of power over your circumstance.  It’s funny, really.  Who would do this if they thought about it?

But I digress.  The practice here is to choose peace.  Which doesn’t mean accepting things that aren’t right.  But it does mean reasoning and experiencing a process and working with and through the whole notion that entrenched power cannot be dealt with in the end except by some sort of major change or overthrow.  Peace can mean challenging the ways that things have been done when they don’t achieve the desired result over time.  But you have to be a little bit brave to stand up to things in a calm, loving, and non-violent way, no matter how small they may seem.  And if they’re big you have to be very brave, in my view.   I do think Existence, or Creator, or the Universe, or whatever you want to call it, has a plan.  That plan is largely not knowable by us.  We must go forth, knowing that resisting what is will not get us where we need to go.  But dealing with the constant tides of small mindedness, fear, lust for power instead of lust for life…what’s the best way to do that, really?  You go back and back and back again into the NOW, and breathe again and again and again into the heart of things, and struggle with the fear that walks the world so powerfully now over and over and over. You reaffirm your vow to do no harm and be of service, every day.   I confess I’m finding it all very confusing- I must really have had some unrealistic expectations.  The other day the Partner and I were talking about the issues concerning returning service people, especially those who have been, say, in the Rangers or the SEALS.  How do they reintegrate into society after leading an adrenaline and violence filled existence?  I realized I was envisioning a world not so far from now where such things as covert operations were not needed.  The Partner was very gracious in simply clearing his throat and murmuring something like sillyoldbear.  Our lives, though, are  important, and also over in a very short time and so many things are never noticed and we understand so many things so late in the day.  There’s no way around death.  Maybe the way to working with peace is to realize that each time you come up against some obstacle, you’re dealing with a kind of death.  Death of the soul, the heart, the understanding.  Perhaps working in peace means you allow those around you to come back to life if they wish, or not.  Either way you keep rendering service,  divesting yourself of “opinions” and having to be “right” and all that.   Perhaps working in peace is just working with your own fears and everything they call up in your own mind, letting it all go, standing your ground, and moving on in the now, doing what needs to be done, really.  I guess we’ll see.


One response to this post.

  1. Properly said and with excellent timing


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