2008 US Election: My Views, My Candidate

This will be my one and only political post (I hope). Just to let you all know where I stand on the US elections. I have done it before and I’m returning to vote for the third candidate. I’m not thinking about what others will say or do. I prefer to use my vote to express the candidate who I feel is the best and will make me feel integrity when I leave the mailbox, instead of like I succumbed to the pressure of voting for some guy who is “not that bad.” So …drum roll… my candidate is: Cynthia McKinney with the Green Party.

I know immediately you are thinking “what a waste.”  I don’t think so. If we keep voting for one of the two tired candidates that the mass media and “democratic” dual party system offer us then we will always have just that: two options. Other democracies offer their people three or more viable candidates or PR (proportional representation). In these systems there’s actually a possibility of real change to occur. I thought that we were all about having more options, varying quality and prices, why not apply this motto to the most important job in the country: the president?

I have thoroughly reviewed both the main party candidates and allowed myself one several hour long debate with a friend in Spain. I’ve decided that when I return to the states I don’t want to get involved with the endless debates and speculations about the personal lives that it seems Americans are wrapped up in. There are far more important things to do in life: How about focusing on ourselves, our individual development and growth on this planet, beautifying the lives of those around us by our example? My goal is to spend x number of hours doing the above and zero hours scrutinizing political candidates, celebrities and who ever else the mass media slings in front of our faces to throw insults at and to distract us from what really matters. Are we still living in the time of public lynchings or days of the fearless but ultimately doomed gladiators as hypnotized spectators delighting in the onslaught and suffering of others, cheering as the smiling blade of the guillotine lands on another “deserving” head. We haven’t come very far from the point when Jesus broke through the mindless crowd and said so pertinently:

“He who has not sinned, cast the first stone.”

I would rather use my vote as one step towards ending a limited view of reality. Instead of not voting for either Obama or McCain, the distorted view that there are only two candidates running in the race, I will vote for the person I see as the best candidate in the race: Cynthia McKinney. She has the same views as I do on the War in Iraq and has never supported it, she is not afraid to do what she considers to be right, even when it is strongly unpopular, she has character and integrity and lastly, she is a black female, read more. I want real change, not the illusion of change, I want a drastic upheaval of the system. I know it will take a while and it’s not going to happen in the next four years and probably not in the subsequent, because, quite frankly, politics is fueled by corporate dollars. Anyone look at how much money Obama has raised and ask themselves whose donating it? Until candidates and indeed others like doctors and nurses are working for the pure unselfish benefit of the people, on a donational non-profit basis, we will always be faced with this double-sided coin candidacy and a false perception that we have only two choices: evil and less evil. If I can refuse to condone just one of these options I will feel better, but if I can thwart both evils then, wow, maybe there is hope! ~V

Ants Dissolve In Coffee With Time

Even better than a cup of hot water with a few drops of sugar drowned ants is the bucket showers I take each morning. It’s amazing how quickly a cold bucket shower can wake you up. It’s also quite meditative too: Filling the round filler cups with water from one of the two giant barrels in the bathroom and pouring the almost icy water down the top of my neck, letting it fall over me suddenly like a waterfall. I never thought two weeks ago I could do this and nearly returned to the city the moment I landed in this simple running water-free, insect-infested house surrounded only by open grassland and hills. But, it’s funny how you can get used to anything. I feel like I’ve gone back to some long-forgotten era of humanity. I’m learning about herbs, drying them and making pastes. I didn’t know what a mortar and pestle was until I had to grind up some fresh leaves to apply on a skin ailment. I’ve always wanted to go back in time and I suppose Asia, luckily still in some villages, is exactly this past with an oriental incense-infused hue and I’m starting to wonder how I’m going to be able to re-adjust to life in the West.

Yes, I’m coming to the United States in November after nearly one year in India and Southeast Asia and three months in France. I’m really looking forward to seeing my family and friends, but also nervous as usual and even more so because unlike Europe and Australia where there’s the lingering sense of familiarity, mighty Asia - as with so many other unsuspecting voyagers – has conquered me in many ways; down to my lifestyle and most steadfast habits and my personality, interests, so many things about me have changed – and not in a small way. So I hope all of you will still recognize me when I return: I will be the one wearing the mauve-coloured siphon Saree with long jet black hair braided with white jasmine mālā and a bright red bindi on my third eye, carrying a bundle of jungle vines without any shoes in the airport—so you can’t miss me!

Until then, I’ll go about my little life of traditional village chores and bucket showers, moving away to let the ants, lizards and snails stroll leisurely through the rooms of my humble lair. ~V

Here Comes The Witch Doctor

   

 

Why is it that women were considered witches if they knew anything about plants? Well, all I can wonder at is how amazing are the twists and turns of this travelling life. Everyday completely dashes any hopes of plans and makes me realize how useless thinking about the future and past really is.

 

 

I now find myself staying on a college/organic farm outside Chiang Rai, a few hours north of Chiang Mai at the pinnacle of Thailand and the junction between Laos and Myanmar. Somehow I think I stumbled upon a herbal medicine/massage guru who miraculously is eager to dispel all of the eastern wisdom to little old me. I have surrendered myself to his teachings and am giving thai massages every day and we take long walks and he picks plants and meticulously explains all of their medicinal properties and shows me how to make poultices and herbal balls out of them. It’s a dream come true. I’m also practicing more and more mindfulness and finding it much easier in the quiet crucket-fueled hum of the country, walking bare-footed in the dewy grass ablaze soley by the peaceful glow of the moon.

I feel truly blessed to be having this experience.