Putting My Heart Where My Mouth Is


I stand before you today, unmasked … from my heart to yours!

Recently I made an experiment. For the first time ever I posted what I thought was just an obviously funny, but true-for-me, comment about the recent “symbolic” meeting between Pres. T and that guy from North Korea. Usually my offerings on social media are designed to either be upbeat, arty hearty, offbeat, or inspiring, but always intended to counterbalance the flow of negatives I see so prevalent everywhere these days, especially in the media. I guess I hadn’t figured on how many people’s sense of how things are, in general, is so pained these days. As a self-proclaimed spiritual activist I focus on inspiring others. My mission as an artist/writer/activist is to help uplift my fellows human beans, so our joined experiences on planet Earth is for each of us to know life’s unlimited possibilities (to help outstretch the wings of our spiritually awakened selves). I believe each of us can unfold our wings  more easily, more freely, more … joyfully, if we help each other!

Well, was I in for a shock about this particular, first-time political post of mine! A deed never to ever be repeated, let me say right here.

The negative response to my (to me at least) funny and provocative but inspiring  post (funny photo with provocative hashtags and uplifting comments) stunned me. Innocently, I’d been prompted to post this particular photo by the ridiculously inappropriate gesture that Donald Trump is giving his smiling companion, Kim Jong Un, a man who, to all appearances, has been portrayed as the biggest threat to the free world — the most dangerous of America’s longtime Communist enemies due to his father’s and grandfather’s regimes’ previous refusals to embrace the world’s demands for nuclear disarmament.

All I meant by posting this comical (to me) scenario, was to show the ludicrous, game-playing, insincere nature of politics. But, amazingly!, people thought I was seriously supporting Trump, just by the mere fact that I didn’t criticize, judge, or label this post in any negative manner. Astounding, how I was called out by one person for being judgemental when I mentioned I thought another’s response was “pessimistic” … as if it’s a bad thing to call attention to others’ name-calling (in this case, “calling Kim Jong Un a child murderer”). And thus, I was called judgemental.

Instead of people seeing that I was sharing an (again, to my mind) upbeat, positive viewpoint of what to others is obviously a very negative, very scary threat — I was spoken to as if I didn’t care. As if I were ignorant of the facts. As if others knew but I didn’t. Culminating with one person accusing me of “being in an bubble of optimism.” Instead of defending myself, getting engaged in prolonged and public argument (what some mistakenly call “a discussion”) … I announced the conversation “ended” after the insults got too weird, too nasty, too mean.

I’m not going to re-post that Trump/ Jong Un image here. If you wish to look for it and the lengthy discourse on my Facebook feed, that’s up to you. Suffice to say it drew more wrath than I’d ever dreamed possible, from my original intention. But I’m not regretting having posted it. Everything we do, everything that happens, leads us up to this present moment. Even the pain of knowing I was misunderstood, even maligned, earned me a much-needed lesson, dear friend, one I’d apparently missed in my sexy-ten years here on planet Earth.

And that is: Even if it’s a flippant post on social media, when I say something, I must always be willing to die for it! Or else don’t say it. Or do it.

Yes, I am willing to die for my beliefs. I feel that strongly about what I say with my words, and with my art. Are you willing to die for your beliefs?

Heal Psychic Wounds

Being Vulnerable, that’s ME!

I first felt this sensation of being tested — “Lay your life down” for exercising my right to the Freedom of Speech — right after September 11, 2001.

I was in a small space with many others, listening to my spiritual teacher via a satellite satsang. The talk was about the responsibility of each and every one of us to live within our own hearts, to always come from a place of love, and to remain focused on our own inner connection to the Divine … especially in a time such as then when everyone’s fears and anxieties had intensified a million-fold, and all we wanted to do was blame, or strike out, or focus on something else besides our own inner, and for me, hard-earned “bubble of optimism.”

As I close my eyes today, I can feel that sensation once again. Knowing that Yes, I am willing to die for expressing my belief that each and every person, regardless of their race, religion, or culture, has the right to know freedom. Because freedom is what we, as spiritual beings here in human form, have within our very own selves, our hearts, our own inner experience. No matter who we are, where we’re from, whom is doing what to us, or under what horrific hardship we happen to be subjected to — it is our life’s basic right to experience the unlimited freedom of Self Love.

As my heart fills with the knowledge of this fact, that I am willing to die to speak my truth, that I would take a bullet, or be incarcerated forever, or be chastised by others — to help spread the truth of who and what we are, spiritual beings in human form — ever speaking this truth, shouting it, whispering, writing, or arting about it wherever however I can, not letting naysayers shout me out or put me down. My role here, as spiritual activist, is to raise high the hope that we, all of us, will experience the Divine within our hearts on a moment to moment basis, even if we’re tortured, treated badly, thrown into prison, or are refugees, or haven’t got any food, home, or loved ones, shunned by fellow humans for whatever reason.

I knew that day, back in 2001, just as I know today — that Love is the only thing worth living for. And it’s worth dying for, too.

Love is another word for God. God has many other names to many other people. Some have a religion or a book to help them define this relationship between their humanity and the Divine spark within us all. I honor all people, all religions, all expressions of the Divine.

Yet I didn’t figure how angry people are, that day I decided to post the silly picture of Trump, with his weird grin and even weirder thumbs-up at such a weighty meeting as his and Kim Jong Un’s was in Singapore that week. That meeting came right after yet another political stink-bomb T threw at the Group of 7, a sore spot politicos were still smarting over right alongside the disturbing news of harsh treatment, unforgivable, and immoral and inhumane, about the ongoing refugee crisis, this time about children being separated from their parents. It’s only natural that people are disturbed about political events. I meant well, but I had forgotten that just because I don’t subscribe to the overall importance of politics, in comparison to developing a strong spiritual reality, that most people do. And the media only adds fuel to the fire of misinformation and sensationalism when it comes to political events, especially anything surrounding Trump’s administration.

Maybe I don’t get so disturbed by the next-and-next-yet political horror because I used to. When I was in my twenties I left America because I used to be so angry during the Vietnam crisis. I spent the entire seventies living in the most remote spot, far-from-war place I could find — the idyllic Caribbean islands. Where, surprise surprise, I found myself, ironically some might say, victim of a real dictator. Not just a fake-news one, or an imagined one, or a puppet one that a disgruntled political party is making claim to in wake of their losing the heated, close battle for America’s highest office of the land.

Maybe it’s because my life, back then, had been really terrorized, by grass-skirted young black men on this island I lived on — who had somehow decided that all white people should be killed … for no other reason than they were white and, in those misinformed young black West Indian men’s minds, all white people treated black people like wild animals. When my stateside friends thought I was crazy to stay on this island where so many whites had already been killed, I told them:

“I’m not worried. I treat each and every person equally, fairly, honorably. People can see this in the way I act, the words I use with them, and how I treat them and all others. Those people who were hacked by machetes in their homes had, reports say, treated the islanders condescendingly. It was told to me, in fact, by islanders I know personally, that they were mostly Canadian retirees who’d come to the ‘cheap and exotic Caribbean island’ to enjoy their golden years. Apparently, rumors said, the retired whites, living in their fancy homes, didn’t know how to treat a humbly born person other than as a personal slave.”

I was on this island in the Antilles working to help organize the peasant-style agriculturists (I use this word on purpose, to dignify their occupation of small-plot farmers). My business partner and I knew there was a terrible dictator at the time, one who didn’t want the farmers to be organized into regional co-ops, who didn’t insist on young children getting proper schooling, a shameful tragedy especially in light of the fact that this dictator named Patrick John, had himself once been a schoolteacher before he discovered the monetary rewards of “being the boss of the country.” He never enforced truancy, and when it came time for Dominica’s sham elections he’d pass out free, mind-altering white rum in every remote village and town street corner, getting the entire island-country as drunk as possible on the eve of the election. Thus he ensured his sweeping, ridiculously one-sided, brain-washed (with rum) win over the opposition party.

Eventually, it was the leader of this opposition party who, after two decades of steadfastly plotting the dictator’s downfall, took over the island’s political leadership, Miss Eugenia Charles, a neighbor of mine, and a business associate (her family’s estate grew lovely citrus and avocados and mangoes, as most land-owners on Dominica do) became internationally famous for several reasons:

  1. After dedicating her legal career to politically save her fellow citizens, returning to the Caribbean after earning a law school in London, she became the first democratically elected official of Dominica, after generations of depressing hardships and downtrodden conditions there: first as a neglected colony of the U.K.; then, decades of Patrick John’s iron rule.
  2. She was rumored to have been aware of the plot to overthrow her country’s newly elected winning party by mercenaries, hired by the ousted dictator Patrick John. The paid would-be invaders were apprehended by U.S. officials as they boarded a loaded-with-ammunition boat in New Orleans. Patrick John was convicted of heading the conspiracy, but saved from mandatory hanging (for treason) by Miss Charles, and jailed for years, in the same country where he once ruled with no regard for anyone else’s freedom.
  3. Most famously, Miss Eugenia was the woman standing by U.S. President Ronald Reagan’s side, seen on every American’s television when the announcement was made that U.S. Army troops had been forced to invade Grenada to suppress a Communist uprising after Miss Charles personally had made the trip to White House to inform Reagan about that island’s dire situation.
  4.  Lastly, and in my book, most importantly, she was one of the world’s first woman leaders of a democratically elected government. Having known Miss Charles personally, having shared cups of homegrown coffee with her and her elderly father on the outdoor porch of their neighboring estate to the one I rented while living in Dominica — I can attest to the fact that she too, like I am, was willing to die for what she believed in. And that was that every single human being has the right to live in freedom, no matter what their circumstances are.

Don’t put yourself in a box … break FREE!!!

I feel blessed that my life has brought me the teachers, the experiences, the lessons that I have had. And now, with this latest lesson resulting from some unpleasant words, back-and-forthing on a dumbass FB post, getting some criticisms even from friends, some from acquaintances, it’s taken a perfect stranger’s intelligent question put forth to me that has prompted this LordFlea post about how it feels being called out about … “put your money where your mouth is.”

This Facebook “friend,” a stranger, a man whom, like many on my personal page, became connected through one of the various interests I have — meditation, Eastern mysticism, Vedic scriptural study, disciplines of yoga, documenting the Divine in art and literature, sharing inner and outer adventures, connecting with independent book authors, filmmakers, activists of all sorts — all of whom are people like myself. In order to reach out and find my “audience” for the work I do (including this blog! and now my two currently published books, with two more in the works for near-future publication) I must have, and appreciate the responsibility surrounding a public persona. My role as spiritual activist makes it absolutely necessary to have a social media presence.

This complete stranger (but as a FB friend, he’s a “friend” as well, and as a person, he’s of course my spiritual brother) asked me in this discussion: “But are you willing to give your life for what you believe and stand up for the rights of others who are not so fortunate as a white privileged person who lives in a bubble of optimism far from the pain and suffering of those not so fortunate?”

Perhaps this unknown friend does not think me worthy of posting my personal opinions about politics, without me offering some credentials. I have nothing personal against him. I think anybody would want to know “By What Authority Do You Have the Right to Speak?” … BUT … really … don’t we ALL have “the authority” to just speak what’s in our hearts? Without having to justify who we are, what we do, what color we are?

I wonder what you think about this? I’d love to hear your reaction to what I’ve shared today. I consider each and every person’s remark a worthy offering to this most important of discussions. Not about politics in specific, or even exercising the right of free speech, but …


For me, I’ve known since that day so long ago, sitting listening to my spiritual teacher right after the attacks of 9/11, that Yes, I am willing to die to help my fellow beings, of all species, be free to experience the kingdom of God within their own heart. Even if they are in prison, even if they are unfortunately in a refugee camp, or worse, subject to an oppressive government at this very moment. Even if they are trapped within a narcissistic ego’s limited human existence. Even if they are experiencing a privileged white girl’s life in a what others might call “a bubble of optimism.”

I send my love and prayers of a fulfilled moment to each and every person who reads this. Please click on this link if you’d like to read my latest book, about girls in prison who learn to feel as free as a bird, right within their heavily guarded prison walls: “In the I: easing through Life-Storms.” is available as ebook, paperback, or audible (narrated by Yours Truly).

I love you! We are ONE!

teZa aka LordFlea

Feeling Upside Down and Shook Up? Good!



Feeling a little — shook up?

Before I ruminate about what the shocking presidential election means to me, here’s a video of last week’s book signing of my recently published artbook — We Are ONE — (available on Amazon and tezalord.me) so you can SEE for yourself how I feel about things in general, even politics in one quick sound bite. If you don’t relate, don’t bother reading further. I’m not here to convince you, folks, of anything. Here, I merely record my take on things, which happens to be in all instances, politics or pokemon, my unique point of view. I’m a spiritual blogger so the views expressed here are mine, period. If you relate, I’m glad.

It’s been five days now since the world woke up to really truly, beyond a doubt, discover the shocking surprise that Donald Trump has been elected President of the USA. Every single person I’ve met, read and seen their mostly dismayed posts on Facebook and all of social media, have been shocked. Even T’s supporters, whom I know intimately, as well as Hillary’s.

I’ve decided to come clean about the way I feel –because I can, here, in this safe arena I’ve created for that purpose. I invite anyone to join me in expressing themselves without fear of judgement or retribution. Right here, in my space, Lord Flea Sings. I created this blog 9 years ago precisely to share who I really am, without any filters (social niceties) or any hold-backs or fears of ostracism. Because name-calling seems to be the new fad, before, and now even more so since the can’t-be-happening! results of this tumultuous election, I’m kindly asking any naysayers to at least be civil if you feel compelled to leave a comment. I welcome all p.o.v’s. Here, like on FB and other public arenas, I have the option to click “delete” for over-the-top nasty comments.

Some people who believe in politics don’t care to know how I feel. If spiritual neophytes happen upon this blog about consciousness-raising, they might feel they’ve boarded an instant transporter and have somehow landed on another planet. Certainly not one called mainstream thinking.

Followers of Lord Flea know that awareness is my bag and they genuinely care about what I have to say. Many readers have told me this. You don’t see too many comments here, however because I think that even leaving a post, to some people, is too daring a plunge into the other side of everyday existence, and it’s hard for a lot of people to be so brave. However, I welcome your comments and questions, just be kind.

Those of you who read my posts know that I live to serve the highest good, with honor, humor, and humility. Spreading the joy and exciting discoveries of an awakened perspective is my life, my work, and the nearest I can describe as my religion. Spreading the word (and images) of our unlimited consciousness and our interconnectedness seems to be the mission of my life.

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Being Aware is Each of Our Main Job

For the record, I do NOT go around publicly discoursing, unless invited to, about the views I express here in my safe spot. That’s because I want to save my “creative juices” for current projects I’m working on (the book on my desk is about teaching yoga and meditation to teenage juvies in lockup). Discussing with others, especially those who hold vehemently intractable, opposing views, is not my idea of fun. Believe me, after being a seeker all my life, since I escaped my parents’ middle class, average American household, I’ve come to discover there are more and more of us awakened souls, who hold similar points of view as I.

We are people who seek out, learn to use, and come to trust the innate goodness of our Inner Power, this thing called consciousness. We feel that all of life, not merely here on Earth but existence of any sort, anywhere — is an expression of Oneness. Unity Consciousness is one of its many names. Other ways of expressing this singular expression of presence, the consciousness we ALL have within us, is Chi, Prana, Spirit, even some broader definitions of what the word God means. Those who believe that God is Love, know this for themselves.

People who believe in the highest good, that God is Love, and that Trust in a cosmic order (that often appears chaotic), and the truth of everything in existence being linked, by consciousness, see God in every segment of the Mystery (plant, mineral, animal, etc). Consciousness keeps our Multiverse operating. The stars and the planets maintain their positions, and even far off galaxies behave in certain discernible patterns. This is the order to which I refer when I say cosmic order. Some patterns we know about through scientific discoveries, but others we are not yet privy to because, well, because of the limitations of our abilities. Someday we humans will evolve and be inspired enough to figure out the connection between consciousness and existence, but for now, we’re just beginning. The recent confirmation of the Higgs bosun’s ubiquity, the so-called “God-particle” is the beginning step of our understanding the interconnection of all life.

Recently I was at a conference on consciousness. Eckhart Tolle presented a 3-day event, “Living a Life of Presence” which is another way of saying, “Being Awake” as opposed to walking around half-asleep, thinking we’re all the way awake. Most of us have not yet begun to tune into the remarkably astounding and unlimited capabilities of our minds’ powers. This is what Einstein said, not Lord Flea. “We only use about 10% of our mental faculties,” the great physicist said. Tuning into the stillness within, what today Eckhart Tolle calls Presence, is our main job as conscious humans.


Around our globe, more gatherings are happening everyday, just like the one I attended in California in October. We were over a thousand curious souls who came from all around the States and a good part of the world, Japan, Italy, Turkey and Dubai to name a few places, to hear more about the inspiring speakers’ ideas that help reinforce our belief: that to elevate our consciousness is key to human evolution. All in attendance believed, as I do — and Eckhart Tolle, Kim Eng, Marianne Williamson, Jack Kornfield, Michael Bernard Beckwith, Daniel Siegel, Brother David Steindl-Rast and everyone from famous authors to technical assistants from Sounds True, the host of our gathering — that the consciousness-raising each and every one of us does, for solely ourself, is as essential as, if not more so, than any particular political platform. Consciousness awakening is a world trend. It’s more powerful than any Democratic or Republican agenda, or both combined. In today’s world, the awakening consciousness of humankind is much more wide spread and embraced than any other time in recorded history. Thank God!

With all that, I have to be honest that when I heard, a year or so ago, that Trump was running for President, I thought to myself, “Talk about a shake-up of the world order! BIG time! That seemingly-impossibility, of a clownish, inarticulate man who gleefully displays as many bad qualities as he can, would be an antidote to people who think, actually count on, too, that politics is the answer for world change. I laughed aloud when I heard Trump’s candidacy. And imagined, like a blown up cartoon in the sky, how people would freak. Then, my second thought quickly came:

Being shook up is GREAT, spiritually speaking. Going through a shock forces people to change. Period.


Because shock forces us to examine what went wrong. And if you haven’t figured it out by now, let me plainly remind you: politics is never going to be the answer. Trump, to me, epitomizes the material dead-endness of life. He is the final blow of a society that just doesn’t believe in the advantages of the spiritual approach to life. Trump’s America is going to force people to accept change, because he represents about as opposite as one can go from the previous eight years, of Obama’s socialistic approach to things. Guaranteed, people are going to be forced to change, and become more embracing of the non-materialistic of life. Letting go of control will become the accepted instead of the rarity.

Every individual becoming spiritualized is the only answer for world peace and equality for all. Politics never has been, never will be, the answer. To me the only solution for real change is (as all my teachers say) when one person at a time makes a consciousness-shift, from asleep to awake. This is the only time when real long-lasting change occurs, in a person’s life or in a group of individuals. This consciousness shift has happened in the past many times. Just look how women’s lib started back in the 60s. At first it was radical, it was ugly, it was nasty. But … equality for women is now part of our normal. The same shift happened when the Soviet Bloc was destroyed. How? By individuals, mostly artists and creative sorts, changing the collective-consciousness, by gathering in small groups, having secret conferences, talking, practicing, and eventually — tearing down the wall and destroying the very emblem of Communism itself.

So … bring on this radical change! Goddess Kali, who destroys negatives in order to make room for positive changes, is behind you. Start with yourself. Accept this regime change here in America and start working on your own inner life. Become one with consciousness itself! And then, real change will occur.

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Break the Solid Rock Around Your Heart

Meanwhile, relax. Let the elected officials, the government workers (who don’t regulate consciousness, right?) do their jobs for which they earned the right to be called winners in this hard election. Give the changemakers a chance to do their thing.

Sure, my anti-political, becoming-more-popular spiritual way of thinking has nothing to do with the sad facts of the ugly rhetoric that occurred during this campaign. But, hey! I know and you know that all’s fair in love and war, and that includes politics. Trump did what he had to do. He knew, as only a seasoned showman, a carnie knows, what makes people get roiled up. He counted on exactly that. And he succeeded. And Hillary sat on her haunches a little too much, perhaps, mistakenly believing the false-positive polls that she had a clear lead, and failed to present confused voters, like myself, a clear path that sounded different than any other politicians’ rap.

In the end, Trump won because people are sick of politicians.

Sure, Trump is a shock monger. But hey, so am I! I’ve had my low-level moments in life. But I forgive myself, and so have the people I made sure to apologize to. And Trump apologized for putting down women, live on national TV, and that’s good enough for me. Those who can’t forgive him are just sour grapes and sore losers, in my opinion. And shame on the liberals (mostly women I notice doing this, hmmm) who continue to circulate nude shots of Melania in a preposterous photographic line up with the five previous, well buttoned-up First Ladies that came before her. All I can say to this kind of self-righteous hypocrite is … “You’re the misogynist and bully for continuing to spread ugliness against our now legitimately First-Lady-elect, or however you say the dignified title she’s now got.” Drop your resentment, folks. As one yoga teacher said on FB, “Don’t give away your inner peace to a bunch of politicians.”

Sure, people need time to digest change. Change is tough for anyone. Especially when every Democrat thought “our first woman-Pres” was a sure thing, so sure were they that H was deemed to win. Maybe the Dems got a little complacent, too, thinking this way. Who knows? The political historians will sort it all out and there’ll be books galore written about this upset for all of posterity to examine and debate about. And of course, Hillary blames the FBI director for his last-minute opening of the same old can of worms, the email scandal that again, pointed to H’s goofy choice of public server.

But for now, we in the USA have elected, through our Constitutional method of the Electoral College, DJ Trump. I for one am amused, interested, and closely watching, with heightened sensations of wonder, whether this sudden shift in the game of consciousness will be economically advantageous, as my husband has been telling me it is. And as the captain of our ship, he wants fore-mostly to see that his family has food on the table. The other aspects of society, regulations and restrictions, have tripled under the Dems. My hub tells me the Reps, with their hands-off attitude toward regulatory agencies other than economic, will encourage private business to step forward to lead the way for a better, more fair society. I’m waiting for that. I’m going to give Trump time to prove himself in that regard. Our son is a conservationist for the State. I hope one day he has the chance to create an environmental business to help save the Earth, as many have already. With the Republicans, small businesses can exist again. With the Democrats, that opportunity has become daunting with over-regulations.

I no longer see Trump as a clown or a threat. I think his pre-election verbiage was mostly theatrical talk, designed for the attention-deficit society such as ours is. I wasn’t surprised to hear any of the shocking stuff that came from his side of the court, because anyone who’s a real carnie, which he surely is, knows how to play the crowd. And hey, his shtick got him elected. I think this shock to our complacent American “way of life” was badly needed. The millions of people who voted for him certainly thought so.

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The Currency for Joy is … Acceptance!

If anyone is interested in what I’ve shared, have a question or an opinion, please drop your comment below here, or write dearlordflea@gmail.com.

An old friend of ours named Big Black (he IS Big and he is Black), a world famous congo player, was overjoyed at Trump’s shocking upset. So was the black lady whom I’d never met before, who sat next to me at the reception I attended the other night at our local African American Museum, here in St. Augustine, Florida. She had just been told by a white super-left pastor “Oh I’m so sorry we lost, we disenfranchised people.” My seat mate spunkily replied, “I’m not disenfranchised! You might even say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I did my research, and I’m proud to have voted for Trump.” I wanted to ask her about that “silver spoon” but she left early. Next time I see her, I will.

So let’s relax everyone. Let’s just sit back and watch what the collective consciousness has led us into. The unique way the Democratic Process works here in the USA (electoral vs. popular vote), that was purposefully designed by our forefathers’ Constitutionally-fueled system of ensuring fairness-for-ALL,  made it possible for the seemingly impossible to happen here. Our President-elect is a seasoned showman who many despise (I for one, disliked him immensely, but I’m hoping to be amazed, and have cleared away my prejudices). Many others, his supporters, see him as the brazen, balls-on warrior on whose Outsider shoulders carry the burden of their economic concerns, the loudest of the peoples’ voices.

Let’s watch and see, and give the collective consciousness a chance. Relax, and let change happen. Stop trying to control everything.

When we get out of the way of needing to control things, this is when a spiritual life flourishes. Over and over, we have to stop ourselves. We have to watch ourselves and check our wanting to control all sorts of things (Note, if you’re a parent of a youngster, yes, you must control those little minds-in-development in your care). Sure, we all do what we think is right, to the best of our abilities. But if life happens to go in another direction, which it sure did this time for many voters out there — when we let go and start accepting, that’s when joy becomes possible, even in the midst of unpleasantness. If control can’t be let go of, misery and sorrow are the only results.

For the record I did vote. Because of my spiritual marriage with my consort Carter, however, I would never ever vote against his choice, because that would produce a big zero. And that ain’t spiritual, my friend. Our union is dedicated to our highest good, so we back each other up. Carter is the captain of our family’s ship. He understands economics, he understands business. And the President of the USA is the head of an economic system, above all else (example: If a family has nothing to eat, no hope of a future, all is lost for that family). I could not bring myself to vote for T as Carter did, and I did not like H or the Dem’s economics, although certain things of each parties I relate to, while others freak the hell out of me. But, politics is a lot of under-handed shifty stuff, so in this arena I trust my spouse and his decision. So what did I do on election day? I wrote my own name in, as my choice for President of the U.S. Perhaps I’ll officially run next election. What do you think?


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The Many Levels of Our House

The Many Levels of our House

The Many Levels of our House

Hello Friends,

I’ve decided to talk today about Lord Flea’s take on current matters affecting so many others. Why not? It’s a balmy fertile-feeling day here where I live in water-surrounded Florida. My heart is clear and open and I have nothing to sell, no platform to stand on, nothing I wish to convince others about. This is just a heart-to-heart sharing … from me to you, my Dear Reader.

A lot of us are wondering what the h*** is going on these days, with the ongoing US Government shut down adding salt to our already stinging, wounded hearts.

There’s a lot of negative energy around these day for us to absorb, isn’t there? Does it feel more than usual? If you stop to think about it, the fear-factor has been jolted into the forefront once again in recent weeks. Most crucially by the shutdown of so many helping-services that people rely upon provided by the US Gov’t, including the paychecks for many folk’s livelihoods. Federal Parks are closed, and now, in the second week of the shutdown, other subsidiary services and businesses are being affected with people getting laid off left and right and more services shutting.

Adding these tough circumstances to the world threats of war make ours a nerve-grinding reality, not to mention the heart-crushing neglect of the planet’s welfare by our over-industrialized modern culture. Here in America, the lack of caring and basic human respect is more noticeable among our youth than in other years, thanks to internet and social media. Current choices of heart-clubbing entertainment, non-inspiring music, rampant internet addiction, and other forms of dis-connections from the Big Heart of Humanity makes it hard for us to remember that we are all ONE, spiritually. Thank goodness artists, dancers, theater-makers, fashionistas still honor the human need to create or I’d have sworn some of already had become androids by the lack of compassion I see in some sets of eyes.

But am I worried?


Am I happy?


I’m just watching what’s happening, my friend. Watching and sending out positive vibes that we are all growing up, a little at a time, in our joint experience as a family of humankind sharing this spinning blue ball floating in space: our home.

Am I sad that others are worried, frustrated, angry, or reacting with other forms of negative emotions to this state of being we are experiencing en mass?

Yes, and so that is why I’ve decided to share my thoughts about how I feel.

I’m going out on a limb here, because a lot of people think if you express yourself about how you feel about things you’re somehow making a political stand. But I honestly have no political agenda, no ax to grind one way or the other with either sides of the current battle going on between conservatives and liberals in my own country. I want you to know right now before you read any further that I declare myself to be a “Spiritual Warrior” and my only concern is the spiritual well being of the entire world. And that, of course, starts with me being responsible for the state of my own mind and life’s energies. And you too, being responsible for yours.

I believe that spiritual growth is the human condition. That is why we are here. This feeling, whether from my “gut” or from my own life experiences, has been with me throughout my many years on the planet. I’ve had enough experiences with all different sorts of situations and people to realize that the only thing that matters, really, is the ongoing better-ment of our interconnectedness, our human family. And for me that starts with each person being responsible for their own spiritual growth, one lesson at a time. That means each one of us has had to endure one painful experience at a time, one insight learned, one piece of wisdom acquired at a time. But hopefully each of us has learned our lesson(S) well and we are in a better place today than we were, oh, yesterday, or the day before, or the decade before.

The same goes for the story of our humanness. We’re just crazy teenagers, we human beings, acting badly the way crazy teens are expected to do!

Nothing more and nothing less interests me in this crazy world we share, than to share with others that we are all One, and what one feels, we all feel. As Chief Joseph, the Native American told the early pioneers when they started messing with the balance of the Indians’ sacred land, “We are all part of the Web. What is done to one of us affects us all. What is done to a part of the earth affects us all.”

So if you think my stance of “accepting the negative as an opportunity for positive growth” a political one … that’s your own political perception mirroring back to you what you want to believe. It is not my experience.

Now, what about this stand-off between the two opposing factions of today’s dilemma, surrounding budget questions and what is considered over-spending by the US Government? How does that relate to the spiritual growth each of us must go through?

Because each of us, each man, each woman, each child, too, is a part of the whole entire picture. And more than being a part of, we actually are microcosms of what is happening to us here on Earth, as a whole. And that includes what is happening here in America, as a collective experience. What each of us holds in our minds, and chooses to do with our many challenges, affects the “entire Web-of-Life.” Each of our lives is fraught with choices we must make everyday. Each of us must make a stand against what we perceive to be wrong, or we feel oppressed. Each of us must insist on freedom, not allowing others to control our lives. Sometimes people die in order to ensure these basic human rights.

Have you ever asked yourself the question: Would you be willing to risk death in order to continue living free?

There’s lots of people in this world who have had to ask themselves that, and there are many who have answered “Yes!” And of course, there are those who have answered “No” also.

The beauty of being alive is that we have choices. Up to the moment we stop breathing, we have choices.

I believe the spiritual challenge that we’re going through today, as a family of humankind, whether with the painful government show-down or realizing our Earth’s atmosphere is in serious jeopardy — I believe the personal decisions each and every one of us makes every day about our own “little” problems affects the way the bigger picture will get resolved. The resolution may not happen over night. It may take a while. But a positive resolution will happen if we hold that truth in our energy-power-centers … our minds.

How can this not be true? Each person is responsible for their own life: to discover their own truth, or not to give a hoot about that sort of thing. Some of just want to try and have as good a time while we can.  Nothing fancy. Just “a good life.”

The spiritual choice of weighing that each situation’s outcome counts, is a vantage point that comes with heightened, above-ordinary awareness. A lot of people have not chosen to be consciously awake … not yet at least! But a HUGE number of people have made the choice to be as awake and as aware as possible, and by that I mean to clearly understand each situation the best we can, and not be swayed by propaganda that comes gushing out of the press, or to allow ourselves to be swayed by a group of people we want to be accepted by.

I believe that the USA is the greatest country I’ve ever been to, and I’ve traveled a bit. I would not want to live any where else but here, the longest and most successful democracy in the world. Yes, democracy means opposing factions get to have their say. Yes, democracy means even that the House of Representatives has the right (by the US Constitution) to shut down government if they do not approve of the way money is being spent by the controlling party. the House has the right to not fund a bill, even, ain’t that something! It is the right of the House to take action when they believe exorbitant spending is going to shift the balance of our country’s economy. Exercising this right of dissent is a First Amendment Right, whether a member of the House or any other citizen concerned with the current government’s operations, is what makes this country of ours so great. There is a great spiritual wisdom to having this checks-and-balances in place, set forth by the makers of the US Constitution. Therefore, I believe the current political show-down is a spiritually correct exercise.

But many do not believe this to be true. What is going on now in America is a spiritual show down, folks, more than a political one.

There are those who are busy calling their opposing party members names instead of praising the fact that democracy is being tested here. How great it is that no matter what, we follow the letter of the “law” that was set down by the constitution and not just public opinion pundits, news mongers, or party reps that are trying to elbow their own agendas in place.

I have no idea how this show down will resolve itself. I only know it is happening for a reason. We are growing up, and it’s painful. Teenagers are always filled with angst and that’s the state of affairs of not only America but the entire world. We are growing up, we in the family of humankind.

For me the reason I accept this government stand-off is that it affords another opportunity for we citizens to prove that once again, that the spiritual choices we make, each and every choice, all add up. Choices count!

How I choose to live my life today, in this little town I live in, interacting with the few people I do each day, counts.

Each and every action you make, no matter where you are, what you do or how few or how many others you influence, also counts.

Every single thought we hold in our minds counts.

If you really want to help change the world for the better, try holding the peaceful resolution and forward thinking of our politically elected officials in your minds instead of allowing knee-jerk reactions like anger, blame or resentment.

You may want to call this “energy-sent” power you have of exercising your spiritual choice a form of prayer (sending intention out to the world) … but I call this spiritual right each of us has simply “Planting Positive Thought Seeds.”

I hope you enjoy to choose these few moments we’ve shared, and keep positive in your thoughts. Each of us can help resolve this crisis by sending positive healing energy to our elected representatives in Washington, or wherever you happen to live. And if you don’t have the privilege of living in a democracy — I am sending you my blessings via my mental energy Thought-Seeds.

With great love from your pal,

Lord Flea aka teZa Lord