Translators:  Melissa Goodnight, Richard Branam, Mike Zonta, Hanz Bolen, Alex Gambeau

SENSE TESTIMONY:  Some memories may stay hidden due to the threat of overwhelming emotion when exposed

5th Step Conclusions:

1)  Truth is the harmonious, appropriate, straight-forward, even-handed application of power.

2)  Universal Integrity Truth I WE Thou is the Only Value, Clearly Watching all, knowing all, Full Filling all, in able strong abundant sound well being, instantaneously everywhere.

3)  The I AM I is working Mind, to put order and harmony in the right use of energy.

4)  Truth is All One Infinite Consciousness — the absolutely unencumbered formless force of perfect Mind Being, always inviolably intact and invulnerable, while fully revealing and disclosing itself in every outpicturing individuation..

5)  Truth is Pure similarity, this Assimilating Absolute Capacity Incorporates this Single- Heart-Mindful Habit of Constantly renewing it’s Endeavor oriented Composure, this Exponential Component is Worthy Function Remembering this Fair Witness, Being the Androgynous God Self Identity, I Am that I Am.

Rutger Bregman On The Fifteen Hour Work Week

The Majority Report w/ Sam Seder
Published on Mar 19, 2019

In this Majority Report clip, Rutger Bregman explains why we’re all working too much.

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“Yet into this bleak picture drops a book and an author bristling with hope, optimism and answers. Rutger Bregman is a 28-year-old Dutchman whose book, Utopia for Realists, has taken Holland by storm and could yet revitalise progressive thought around the globe. His solutions are quite simple and staunchly set against current trends: we should institute a universal basic income for everyone that covers minimum living expenses – say around £12,000 a year; the working week should be shortened to 15 hours; borders should be opened and migrants allowed to move wherever they choose.”*

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Book: “Rethink: The Surprising History of New Ideas”

Rethink: The Surprising History of New Ideas

Rethink: The Surprising History of New Ideas

A brilliant and groundbreaking argument that innovation and progress are often achieved by revisiting and retooling ideas from the past rather than starting from scratch—from The Guardian columnist and contributor to The Atlantic.

Innovation is not always as innovative as it may seem. This is the story of how old ideas that were mocked or ignored for centuries are now storming back to the cutting edge of science and technology, informing the way we lead our lives. This is the story of Lamarck and the modern-day epigeneticist whose research vindicated his mocked 200-year-old theory of evolution; of the return of cavalry use in the war in Afghanistan; of Tesla’s bringing back the electric car; and of the cognitive scientists who made breakthroughs by turning to ancient Greek philosophy.

Drawing on examples from business to philosophy to science, Rethink shows what we can learn by revisiting old, discarded ideas and considering them from a novel perspective. From within all these rich anecdotes of overlooked ideas come good ones, helping us find new ways to think about ideas in our own time—from out-of-the-box proposals in the boardroom to grand projects for social and political change.

Armed with this picture of the surprising evolution of ideas and their triumphant second lives, Rethink helps you see the world differently. In the bestselling tradition of Malcolm Gladwell, Poole’s new approach to a familiar topic is fun, convincing, and brilliant—and offers a clear takeaway: if you want to affect the future, start by taking a look at the past.

“Strange Fruit”

From: Myrna Witt (keyofm
Subject: Lynch

I’m sure that I’m not the first person this week to connect the word “lynch” with the song “Strange Fruit”. The poem was written by Lewis Allen (Abel Meeropol) in 1937 and the song was recorded by Billie Holiday in 1939.

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

This song conveys the sadness and bitterness of what this word meant. It stands on its own with no other explanation.

Myrna Witt, Phoenix, Arizona

Crippled Inside (Remastered 2010)

Published on May 3, 2017
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group

Crippled Inside (Remastered 2010) · John Lennon


℗ 2010 Calderstone Productions Limited (a division of Universal Music Group)

Crippled Inside (Remastered 2010)
You can shine your shoes and wear a suit
You can comb your hair and look quite cute
You can hide your face behind a smile
One thing you can’t hide
Is when you’re crippled inside
You can wear a mask and paint your face
You can call yourself the human race
You can wear a collar and a tie
One thing you can’t hide
Is when you’re crippled inside
Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one
And a dog’s life ain’t fun
Momma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can’t hide
Is when you’re crippled inside
Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one

“As You Like It,” Act II Scene VII

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.