“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
🪷 “resting happy face 😊🪷 “ by cali lili @CaliLiliIndies™️ Currents
Leaps
N’
LandingZ™️
As a kid, yoga brought me healing from the “toxic stress” of an abusive childhood home. As a dancer I had already found tremendous joy in my art but something about the rabid competition in the entertainment world led me to seek solace in yoga, not as a replacement for dance, but as a companion for life as an artist in the 21st-century. Yoga also accompanied me on many NYC subway rides and it was a land-based version of surfing my beloved oceans, whenever I am too far away from water. I am a water creature and yoga helps me cope with land based behaviors.
Ironically it seems that yoga has now become a competitive space in some social media and live places. LOL the joke will always be on us if we choose to worship disposable culture we will continue to be treated as disposable humans. There is so much more value in honoring timeless eternal values, we ignore our own inherent non-commercial value at our own peril.
As soon as I saw the “asanas” (yoga poses) from photos in hatha yoga books I knew this ancient body architecture was for me, especially when I found myself too far from the sea. Whenever I’d practice the meditative technique of dropping my mind into my heart space, I’d visit my voice box and I’d discover sadness but still, I was happy for no reason. Eventually I discovered my speaking and singing voice too.
Some people told me that I was being “phony “ if I was just generally a cheerful person. Those types of negative haters would tell me I was just “acting” because I’m an actress (fyi good acting is not lying ). Now that I’m sort of a grown up it’s easier to spot the negative types even from a distance. These are the people who will immediately criticize the lifestyles of others, even if those lifestyles don’t impact their own lives. They are the people who will immediately put down ideas they don’t understand, instead of asking questions, or opening up a moment of curiosity. Those who drive by something unique like a unique house, built in an unusual style, and they will immediately begin petitioning against it in order to destroy it. I’ve encountered these people often because there are several areas of my life where I don’t conform to norms whether it’s clothing or speech or lifestyle. Gentrification in Venice Beach, Los Angeles brought us into proximity with such ugly haters who actually attempted to take people’s homes away from them in order to suit both the empty-handed bullies and the billionaires who fund the bullying. In some cases, they succeeded but not when people united and stood up to them.
While it’s quite possible to learn how to fend off such rude, loud haters, and refuse to allow them to deter us, they can potentially waste our valuable time and affect our health, both of which are our most valuable resources. The bully’s intention is to throw a wrench into our peace and into our family’s sacred spaces.
That’s why fending off bullies should not be left to individuals alone. This kind of thing is mutating as the virus it always was, now encouraged by craven bestial whistles from public servants who mirror and goad outrageous, psychotic, sociopathic, behavior in places like school board meetings, and other places that are meant as civilized constructive public spaces. Their intentions are corrosive to healthy cultural societies.
We need public service announcements incorporating history lessons, showing the very simple trajectory from the loosed arrow of normalized public malevolence into its ultimate target bullseye destination : authoritarianism, which is abuse.
Abuse of power is the same as any other abuse : child abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, animal abuse, environmental abuse etc
In a democracy with rule of law, all abuse requires intervention.
Doing Nothing is not an option because the law requires protection of the vulnerable among us. These days that group is growing but we can turn this toward our mutual advantage by uniting against the bullies.
During my yoga practice, as a kid, I worked through the sadness in my heart, placed there by abuse until recently, I was able to practice the meditation technique of dropping my mind into my heart space, as taught by my first Thai Buddhist and suddenly a new journey began.
As a result of so much chaos in the world I reclaimed my meditation practice and recently I dropped my mind into my heart and a very funny thing happened – I felt so ticklish that I literally burst out giggling then, laughing as in “laugh out loud” until I realized that ticklish feeling is just plain bliss! That same feeling I get when I’m in the ocean! Pure bliss! From within. I was familiar with this feeling, but it never occurred to me to try to call it up consciously. Now it felt like a superpower.
The spiritual practice of meditation, whether it be in yoga or other disciplines, is a healing practice that re-aligns us to our internal compass and reconnects us to our natural born joy.
It doesn’t matter anymore if anyone thinks of this meditation joy or any other joy – as “phony” – through an addiction to cynicism the cynics deprive themselves of joy ; female joy, black joy, multi-cultural joy, lgbtq joy, intellectual joy etc … You know, the joy that always seems to get on the authoritarian abusers’ nerves, is “phony “ or “acting “ (again, the art of a good actor is working from a sense of truth not a bunch of lying).
The lesson I discovered in meditative “bliss” is equivalent to the lesson we must all learn as we grow up. Remaining unperturbed or at least undeterred as result of abuse or criticisms & unreasonable cruel negativity expressed by others.
Unfortunately we live in a time when some of us condone, even encourage the kinds of abusive, even violent behaviors that would previously have caused most communities to unite and fight back together, in spite of political differences.
It’s time to unite.
As I’ve written elsewhere :
The 21st Century is “A Time of Useful Consciousness”
In my Oscars Contender “eVe N’ god this female is not yet rated” many images and concepts explore these themes, posing questions and positing hopes for healing.
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Lyrics to my debut album / original soundtrack “Cali Lili This Female Is Not Yet Rated” also explore these themes and can be heard everywhere music streams including Youtube, Apple Music, Spotify, Tidal Music, Pandora music, iHeart Radio etc…
Cali Lili “ Eve N’ God This Female Is Not Yet Rated “ Movie Trailer
Movie Review Of Cali Lili ‘s Oscar’s 2020 Contender “ Eve N’ God This Female Is Not Yet Rated “ Movie Trailer
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