Politics, Integrity, Ethics and Morals

The issues around whether or not a person is politically motivated or morally right has much to do with opinion, culture, belief and background. What is politically right, and morally right for one person may seem the opposite for another. Each of us is raised with our family’s cultures, communities, political, and moral codes.

Then there are the standards the media projects to us how we should act, think, and feel. What political events they project to us to sway our minds to certain opinions. The desensitization of all our minds towards violence, towards those in need, and towards each other. What cloths we should buy. What things we should consume. How funny it is to watch people hurt themselves. How funny it is to see someone make a fool out of themselves. How funny it is to live in a disfunctional family. How fascinating action packed violent movies are with their violence and morbidity.

While society sits back and watches our TV, plays on our gadgets, communicate on our phones and our computers: We forget how to live our own adventures, go outside, and breath. We forget who we are. We really don’t understand that much about what we are; what our bodies are capable of, and what each of us can do to contribute to the world we live in.

We forget how to listen to our children and our spouses; when they try to talk to us. One more post on twitter, one more text message on the phone, one more dungeon in my game, how we as a race strive so hard for attention that we forget the details of our own lives. Sometimes we are so busy pushing our belief about something to the point we fail to listen to the other side. If we all believed the same way then how could we learn from each other? We have much to learn from each other.

Now my children are almost grown but they are quick to point their finger at me and say, “You may have been a stay at home mom but you weren’t here with us, you were always on the computer talking to strangers.” You know children remember the bad things and the past hurts before they remember the good. They forget the nights I spent sewing toys, nurturing them when they were sick, and they forget the books I read to them daily. All they remember is mom got fat and unhealthy, mom was depressed, and mom played on her computer all the time.

I can point my finger at my own mother and say, she drugged, humiliated, and stole from me. I can let that break me or I can choose to say, "Hey, my mom may have been messed up but at least she gave me one heck of an adventurous life that I will always appreciate from her." It is our choice as people whether we want to be victims, chose to be those who victimize, desire to be healers, teachers, bullies, or friends. No bodies preaching’s are going to stop you from being, and believing who you should be or what you want to be in this life. If you have no morals or ethics that is your choice. If you choose to change; that is up to you. If you want to destroy your body with drugs or other excesses that is also your choice. No laws can really keep people from self sabotage and self destruction.

If we want to be politically motivated all the time it would be hard work. I view political motivation as taking care of the planet, caring about others, ending war, getting off the grid and becoming a pioneer. For most people that is to extreme and out of the question. Each of us has our own view on what political morals should be and some people use politics as a front to seem cool and caring when actually deep down inside they have just as much apathy as the next guy. It is like a peacock strutting around showing it’s glorious feathers. We are self deceiving, self gratifying and self promoting.

Morals is something I often see preached behind some religion using scare tactics but deep down inside without the religion and without societies moral codes, can you truly tell yourself what your morals are? Do you even know; without counting on the teachings of whatever culture you are from to tell you what they should be?

My morals for myself is to want and desire to heal myself and others. I want to nurture what is best in my personality and change what needs changing. Today right now I deal with who I am now. I am alone typing on my computer, thinking about the children whom I brought into this world. Now I watch them suffer and struggle along with everyone else. I am thinking about all of you who read what I write. I don’t steal because I could always create what I wanted. I don’t kill people, or most animals because I love life. I don’t hurt people intentionally but I have hurt many loved ones and they have hurt me. I have not always practiced what I preach and I am not really politically active. In my eyes; the time I came closest to being politically moral was when I lived off the grid and gardened at the farm for 8 years. I am playful, I love humor, I enjoy simple pleasures in life but I have a serious side that is spiritual although I do not worship any deities. I sense a spirit world and I have found it can be deceptive and misleading. It would be easy for any otherworldly being to play God because we humans are so vulnerable. In the spirit world there are those who care and those who do not care for us at all. There are some who are indifferent, some that feed on our energy, and there are the tricksters as well.

If we were created by one deity and it created this whole reality what makes us so sure it is aware of everything that is inside of it anymore than we are aware of everything that happens in every atom of our bodies? We humans like to keep things simple. We want so much to know all the answers. Many are to lazy to find those answers for themselves. We are all part of this fabric in time. We each make up our own moral codes. We each create our own political views. We each decide what we don’t like and what we do like. The crux of it is to many people want others to do their thinking for them. The reality is we all have to live in this world together and it is up to us if we want to get along. You create your own moral codes and beliefs. I won’t tell you what to think. I just live my life by my own opinions.

I do think it is important for all of us to quiet ourselves down and really listen to each other and to our children. After all our children are the ones who inherit the messes we make.

Peace,
Ruby

This article was inspired by a Question asked by Peta_de_Aztlan

In Memory of Byron Dix

This is a photo of my step father Byron Dix with my older sister Melody and me back in the days when my name was still Gayle. Byron married my mother when I was 3 years old. My own father Virgil died when I was 6. Byron was my real dad in my eyes because he raised me until I was 14-years-old. If Byron were still alive today he would have turned 68 years old. He died in 1993; the year before my son was born.

When my mother was first married to Byron we lived in Woodland hills LA, CA. I would have been a Valley girl if we had stayed there. It is a good thing we moved. Byron worked at Rocket Dine corporation. The company laid him off and we ended up moving clear across the country to Vermont. Byron got a job in Canada along the Vermont boarder at Space Research Corporation. His boss Gerald Bull was known for building some of the largest guns in the world. His boss eventually got assassinated years later while he was building one of the largest gun in the world in Iraq March 22, 1990 but that is another story.

This is a photo of a telescope that Byron built when he was 18 years old. We grew up sky watching with it. The telescope was in the back yards of every home that we lived in, while we resided in California and Vermont. Sky watching is still one of my favorite pastimes. Byron taught us how to build telescopes and camera obscures.

After he moved to Vermont Byron would often take us exploring, hiking and cave spelunking; all over the east coast and in Kentucky where he grew up. In 1974 during one of those hikes is when we discovered some ancient ruins in Vermont. Byron dedicated the rest of his life exploring those ruins, observing them and he did his best to try to figure out who built them. He eventually wrote a book with co Author James Mavor called Manitou. Before my mother divorced him, he would sometimes take me exploring with him.

On one of the occasions he brought me along with him; we were lost on a hill, and the sun was setting. Byron was becoming scared. I felt euphoric. I was imagining myself walking through a beautiful garden. At one point I saw a spark of diamond light and I followed it. Byron yelled at me not to wonder off to far. He was still trying to figure out his way back. I followed the spark of light and I nearly fell into an ancient well. Next to the well was a stone hut that was missing a roof but it had a stone slab over the doorway. On the slab were ancient grid marks. It was soon after that Byron realized he could see the road and we found our way back safely before the sun finished setting. Byron later discovered that the hut I had stumbled upon was in alignment to solstices and equinoxes. He did not give me credit for the discovery in his book which had upset me, but I understand now that the person he gave credit too (whom wasn't even with us) was a person who helped fund his research. The hut was located inside a indentation in the top of the hill that was like a natural amphitheater.

The last time I saw Byron I was 14-years old. He took me to a convention at Goddard collage where he met with folklorist, archaeologists, anthropologists and many other people from all over the world. They were discussing their theories on who built them. Many people thought it was the Celts and many thought it was the natives. I personally think it was both. I met many famous writers there, but the most memorable was a Professor and witch named Anne Ross. She wrote many books like: The Last Druid Prince, The Pagan Celts, and Druids, Gods and Heroes. She connected with me and spent a lot of time talking with me but that is another story.

I will always miss Byron and I could go on about him for a whole books worth. He played blues better than anyone I knew. He could play any musical instrument by hand. He had a perfect ear for music. He was a genius and to this day, you can still find articles about him on the Internet.

After my mother left Byron he remarried a wonderful woman named Diane and they had a beautiful and  musically talented daughter who calls herself Sky.