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This is War is a Racket, written in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, a recipient of two Medals of Honor who realized later on that his entire military career was in service to corporate interests and not to the people of his country. This is a small but powerful book that is more relevant today than it was even in Butlers day. Outro song is "What are you fighting for" by Phil Ochs

Tremble before your chattels, Lords of the scheme of things! Fighters of all earth's battles, Ours is the might of kings! Guided by seers and sages, The world's heart-beat for a drum, Snapping the chains of ages, Out of the night we come! Lend us no ear that pities! Offer no almoner's hand! Alms for the builders of cities! When will you understand? Down with your pride of birth And your golden gods of trade! A man is worth to his mother, Earth, All that a man has made! We are the workers and makers! We are no longer dumb! Tremble, O Shirkers and Takers! Sweeping the earth—we come! Ranked in the world-wide dawn, Marching into the day! The night is gone and the sword is drawn And the scabbard is thrown away!

OM (also spelled AUM) is a sacred sound and spiritual symbol in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism. It represents the primordial sound of the universe and is considered to be the essence of all creation. OM is made up of three Sanskrit letters - A, U, and M - which represent the three states of consciousness: waking, dreaming, and deep sleep. The sound of OM is believed to bring about a sense of peace, tranquility, and spiritual connection. Chanting OM is a common practice in many spiritual traditions and is often used in meditation, yoga, and other spiritual practices.

OM (also spelled AUM) is a sacred sound and spiritual symbol in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism. It represents the primordial sound of the universe and is considered to be the essence of all creation. OM is made up of three Sanskrit letters - A, U, and M - which represent the three states of consciousness: waking, dreaming, and deep sleep. The sound of OM is believed to bring about a sense of peace, tranquility, and spiritual connection. Chanting OM is a common practice in many spiritual traditions and is often used in meditation, yoga, and other spiritual practices.

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Part 3-6 Through many Kalpas of making offerings to the Buddha, The merit accumulated from making offerings is enormous, When a thought of hatred arises in our mind, All merit will be incinerated to ashes Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full video: https://youtu.be/MhQE_JamwhU Part 3-6 Through many Kalpas of making offerings to the Buddha, The merit accumulated from making offerings is enormous, When a thought of hatred arises in our mind, All merit will be incinerated to ashes Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Part 3-5 Fame and infamy have no standard, let them be. Ups and downs are one’s fate, don’t blame others. If we can learn to be humble, our mind will be at ease. With no attachments to extravagance, our nature will be pure Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full video: https://youtu.be/oxKYPm3WLZk Part 3-5 Fame and infamy have no standard, let them be. Ups and downs are one’s fate, don’t blame others. If we can learn to be humble, our mind will be at ease. With no attachments to extravagance, our nature will be pure Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full Video: https://youtu.be/1ygT1cEmFec Part 3-4 Throughout the three time spans you search for your mind, but see it you do not. Your eyes look ahead of you but you cannot see your own eyes. You search for your lost sword where you marked the waves, In vain your eyes find nothing. All the time we see what is unimportant, wind, flowers, snow and the moon Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Part 3-4 Throughout the three time spans you search for your mind, but see it you do not. Your eyes look ahead of you but you cannot see your own eyes. You search for your lost sword where you marked the waves, In vain your eyes find nothing. All the time we see what is unimportant, wind, flowers, snow and the moon Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full video here: https://youtu.be/7TZnd-bALL8 Part 3-3 An antique mirror can use a good polish; It shines when the dust and dirt are removed. We need to calm our wandering minds, And find peace in our agitated heart Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Part 3-3 An antique mirror can use a good polish; It shines when the dust and dirt are removed. We need to calm our wandering minds, And find peace in our agitated heart Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full video: https://youtu.be/xtS5GTNB5gw Part 3-2 With no real effort, even wearing out the sitting mat, There will be no realization of the heart’s true emptiness. After great effort is applied, Life will be like the flying colors of the peach blossom in March Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems written by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 Part 3-2 With no real effort, even wearing out the sitting mat, There will be no realization of the heart’s true emptiness. After great effort is applied, Life will be like the flying colors of the peach blossom in March #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Full poem with interpretation: https://youtu.be/oDj-v2-g9oc Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 Part 3-0 Bodhidharma came from the west without a word, Relying completely on cultivation of the mind. If we want to write about self and others; Our brush would sooner dry out Tung Ting Lake #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Cloud and Water: An interpretation of Ch'an poems by Venerable Master Hsing Yun. Full ebook found on www.buddhanet.net a free Buddhist resource that I have used for many, many years. If you enjoy this content, please consider subscribing, it is much appreciated. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 Part 3-0 Bodhidharma came from the west without a word, Relying completely on cultivation of the mind. If we want to write about self and others; Our brush would sooner dry out Tung Ting Lake #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

This is far from a comprehensive dive into the subject, but I feel it is a good primer for people who were indifferent to the UFO subject and are suddenly wondering why UFOs are all over the media. I decided to experiment with a mini-doc style mainly to test out my production skills.

Amitabha is a celestial Buddha who is revered in various schools of Buddhism, particularly in the Mahayana tradition. He is also known as Amitayus, which means "Infinite Life" and Amideva in Tibet. According to Buddhist teachings, Amitabha presides over the Western Pure Land, a realm of perfect bliss and purity where beings can attain enlightenment easily and swiftly. Devotion to Amitabha and the recitation of his name is believed to lead to rebirth in the Pure Land and the eventual attainment of enlightenment. Here is the mantra, simply an invocation of his Tibetan name, I will make others with the various names in the future: Om Amideva Hrih Thank you for listening. Please consider subscribing to my channel for more mantras, meditations, poetry, and more. Be well my friends. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #mantra #963hzfrequency #963hz #peaceful #calming #relaxation #sleep

Amitabha is a celestial Buddha who is revered in various schools of Buddhism, particularly in the Mahayana tradition. He is also known as Amitayus, which means "Infinite Life" and Amideva in Tibet. According to Buddhist teachings, Amitabha presides over the Western Pure Land, a realm of perfect bliss and purity where beings can attain enlightenment easily and swiftly. Devotion to Amitabha and the recitation of his name is believed to lead to rebirth in the Pure Land and the eventual attainment of enlightenment. Here is the mantra, simply an invocation of his Tibetan name, I will make others with the various names in the future: Om Amideva Hrih Link to full video: https://youtu.be/R9Pz2EwFNzM Thank you for listening. Please consider subscribing to my channel for more mantras, meditations, poetry, and more. Be well my friends. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #mantra #963hzfrequency #963hz #peaceful #calming #relaxation #sleep

Welcome to this guided loving kindness meditation video. I hope that this video helps you to spread love and kindness to yourself and others. Full video w/music: https://youtu.be/Kq2EwqDHdHA Full video without music: https://youtu.be/JvRs_M4WqJI Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Welcome to this guided loving kindness meditation video. I hope that this video helps you to spread love and kindness to yourself and others. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Welcome to this guided loving kindness meditation video. I hope that this video helps you to spread love and kindness to yourself and others. Channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPHM8Qgd1Ocy4oNCkeeCafg?sub_confirmation=1 #buddhism #humanread #poetry #relaxation #meditation #calm #spirituality

Just messing around. I created and animated the mandala, the song is Anemone by Brian Jonestown Massacre.

Link to full poem here: https://youtu.be/Mt7DBrrgYp0 The song in the background is called Stackolee by Mississippi John Hurt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8S-Pu6T0Q0&list=PLw9LHJQG82Hnv_kzvBoPTV1-hA7c8X6UF&index=2 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!

The song in the background is called Stackolee by Mississippi John Hurt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8S-Pu6T0Q0&list=PLw9LHJQG82Hnv_kzvBoPTV1-hA7c8X6UF&index=2 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek— And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean— Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home— For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME— Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath— America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!