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Parallel Worlds

Most of us live in many parallel worlds simultaneously. I don’t mean parallel dimensions, I mean in this dimension we operate in several realities or mental states in the course of a day, an hour, a minute.

I, for instance, ache with sorrow about the genocide in Gaza and the annihilation of the rain forests and the ascendancy of thugs to positions of ultimate power in our authoritarian government, and I also have a dandy of a toothache and hope I make it to next Thursday when my dentist will save me.

I’m writing a new novel that is gushing out faster than I can write the words down. The story doesn’t seem to have anything to do with Gaza, but of course it is all about people trying to overcome terrible wounds that have left them vulnerable and afraid and unsure of themselves. And I just chopped some firewood for tonight’s fire and read an email about a friend surviving heart surgery and the plants in my garden are calling to me, “Water! Water! We need water!”

All these things are going on simultaneously and may not seem connected to each other, but right below the surface I discover they are not only connected, they are one. My garden is part of the plant kingdom struggling to survive climate change as is the Amazonian Rain Forest trying to survive climate change and human overpopulation. My heart aching for the innocent people being tortured and killed in Gaza is such a huge ache it has reached my tooth. Everything we experience is part of the same unfathomably complex matrix of realities adding up to this one seeming reality.

Buddha said the way not to succumb to sorrow or anger or hopelessness is to calm the chattering brain by focusing on our breathing and bringing our thoughts to a standstill to experience this moment. Now. Remembering this, having this understanding in mind, we proceed with kindness and thoughtfulness and love. Now.

We may never succeed in changing the overarching narrative of the greater world from violence and cruelty and greed, to non-violence, kindness, and generosity. Striving for such change is a noble calling, every bit as noble as practicing loving kindness.

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Todd’s musical prayer for Gaza on Youtube and Spotify

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Imagine No Dishonesty

I was trying to think of good ideas for signs to take to rallies in support of democracy and the rule of law in America. I came up with Imagine No Dishonesty in the manner of John Lennon’s Imagine lyrics, and I thought the idea was pretty good until I fell to pondering the subjective nature of honesty and dishonesty.

So I decided a less confusing sign would be Imagine No Intentional Dishonesty. But then I realized intentional dishonesty is simply lying, which brought me to Imagine No Lying.

I tried to imagine a political system in which no one lies, and that tickled me for a few minutes until I came back around to the subjective nature of truth. We have a President who, from my point of view, lies constantly. Yet I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think he’s lying. I think he thinks everything he says is the truth. And what about the millions of people who believe everything he says? From their point of view he is incapable of lying.

Recently the President said, “America won World War II. If America hadn’t won World War II you would all be speaking German now, or Japanese.” When I heard him say this I realized that was exactly what I’d been taught in school and through popular culture when I was growing up: that until the United States entered the war on the side of the allies, the Germans and Japanese were winning the war. I was also taught that America won the war by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and killing hundreds of thousands of people instantly.

Then I went to college, and though I only stayed in college for two years, I had some fascinating eye-opening courses, one of which everyone in my class of 1967 at Stevenson College at UC Santa Cruz was required to take. The course was entitled Stability and Change in the USSR from 1917 to the Present, taught by a brilliant professor from Hungary.

One of the many things I liked about this professor was that he urged us to thoroughly research anything he told us in his lectures that we had a hard time believing. And one of the things he told us that I had trouble believing (regarding whether America was the reason the allies won World War II) was that for every division the German army had on the western front fighting America, Great Britain, and France, they had five divisions on the eastern front fighting the Russians.

Now if what my professor told us was true, then for every million soldiers Germany had fighting America, Great Britain, and France, they had five million troops fighting Russia. And it was Germany exhausting five times as much of their resources and military might against Russia that was a primary contributor to the collapse of the German War machine. I spent hours and days in the university library researching this hard-to-believe thing my professor told us, and found his assertion to be true.

Yet prior to learning this truth, I was absolutely certain that what I previously believed to be the truth was the truth.

So I abandoned my Imagine No Dishonesty sign idea and came up with Imagine Government Founded On Kindness and Generosity. This, of course, is rife with words and ideas every bit as subjective as truth, but I like imagining my notions of kindness and generosity as the foundations for everything our next government does.

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Portals To Other Dimensions

Our friend Deb Kvaka just gifted us with a quilt she made that we greatly admired, and when we mounted the beautiful creation on our living room wall we realized her quilt is a portal to another dimension.

Speaking of portals to other dimensions, I just heard from a reader that she requested my new book The Farm at the East Cove Hotel from the Berkeley Public Library, and by golly they bought a copy for all of Berkeley to borrow. Hurray for libraries!

Just down the street from us and around the corner is Mist Farm. Their strawberries are at their zenith right now. Having eaten mostly not very good store-bought strawberries the last several years, these Mist Farm strawberries are so good they are unquestionably portals into other dimensions. Can one eat too many strawberries? We’ll find out.

Speaking of other dimensions and beautiful works of art, Nature has been bringing out the rhododendrons in glorious force of late, both the wild pink ones abounding on the fringes of our redwood forest, and the domestic varieties humans have cleverly bred from the wild ones for who knows how long. Our yard is full of domestic varieties that we never water, yet they give us spectacular blooms every year. Nature is so generous.

Other good news amidst the sorrows of the world. Work on a new novel has begun, new tunes are coming when I sit at the piano and get out of my way, and my tubs are now providing us with lots of juicy lettuce and radishes and potatoes.

And we’ve had some marvelous minus tides in the mornings of late, allowing us to walk great distances on the vast beach at the mouth of Big River, which is one of the great portals to other dimensions.

Here I am at one of my favorite portals to other dimensions (only accessible at very low tides.) This is my report.

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Troo Romanz piano/drum duet from Todd’s new CD Hip Salon.