A Kinder, Gentler Strike Against Humanity

A Kinder, Gentler Strike Against Humanity

The Times They Are a Toughing

It has always been tough here on earth. Make no mistake about that. From historical accounts to the sculpted busts of our gods and heroes. It's all been tough and we humans drug up the toughness to the point of reflection in this toughness.

In the United States we are so full of vanity, dissolution and delusion. We are not too far from the rest of the planet in this, but we have a special twist. We believe that, yes, everyone suffers but we can fix it. Just give us some time.

On the other hand we have people suffering here in our own country because we have been sold an idea that we can achieve anything if we work hard, follow the rules, lie, cheat, make friends, lose friends, go to church or temple or prayer house or the movies and buy all kinds of crap that we do not need.

It has always been and always will be a tough existence. Our existence is a kinder and gentler strike against humanity. Our days are numbered. For some of us the days are numbered until Christ comes. For some others the days are numbered until the Messiah comes. For another handful billion it is anticipation for reckoning end days. A recipe for disaster and an absolution for responsibility.

The Sky people and the hedonists are in the same boat. One huge volcano or asteroid and it will all be over. The end days are coming.

No Matter Where You Go You are There

Yep, it is not anyone's responsibility except your responsibility. You, gentle reader, are responsible for everything! You are responsible for every action that you take. 

You are responsible for every life you take. You are responsible for every piece of trash and pollution that you generate. You are responsible for every piece of land that you exist upon and for every bit of water that touches your lips, quenches your thirst or washes your feet.

Just image that you have gone on to the heavenly realm. Your mind will still be there. No magic will change that. All of your thoughts and activities are still yours. All of the joys, not joys nor sorrows, and sorrows are still yours. So if you are responsible for all of what you see, hear, taste, touch, smell or think then how can you escape that?

You can not escape but you can train your mind to see that all things are impermanent. There lies your responsibility and power. All things are impermanent and this includes all things that you have decided are yours or are you. Your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, skin, muscles and bones are temporary. Your house, land, road, path, state, country, continent, ocean, planet, sun, solar system, galaxy and universe are temporary. 

So the only thing you can do is take responsibility for this observation and train your mind to understand that it, All Of This, is temporary. 


Perhaps you are feeling a little trapped. Your relationship, economic standing, depression or incarceration is preventing you from being free. It certainly is. So is the conditioning that you have.  So are the thoughts and beliefs that you have. So is the family structure. So is your nationalism. So is your humanity. So is your racism. All of this is incarceration. You are born into this.

So, please, don't kill yourself! Your life force will only take up a new prison. All of the things that make this life hard will not go away. Your body is made up of food. You are food. It does not matter what you call it. You can cremate or embalm or wrap in fancy cloth but your body is food and made up of food. Killing yourself will only throw away the highly developed bit of accumulated food that your mind has put together. 

Take care of yourself! Since you are in prison, jail or just a tough situation you can begin your training immediately. Upon investigating and concluding that training is to be undertaken you will begin to transform the mind and thus....

Get Out of Jail Free Card

If you are reading this, then here is your get out of jail free card. If you are listening to this then here is your get out of jail free card. Listen. Read. Understand.

Push your breath out. Keep pushing it. Push. Give it away. Push until your lungs can do this no more. You may cough. Your body will suck in the breath. Push your breath out again. Push it hard. Relax.

Your body is following some rules. Out breath leads to in breath.  This natural condition is the get out of jail free card. Now you are meditating. Your mind has begin to see freedom of understanding that the breath is impermanent too! The driving vital force that is you is a rhythmic breath.

If you can, shut your mouth and practice breathing through your nose. The nose is a filter. The nose is a natural gate. If you can not do this then just breath. 

No matter what else is going on focus on your training breath. This will cure and free you. All thoughts are empty so pay them no mind. When you get to a point where the exercise is exhausting then let go of the forced breathing and pay attention to the gentle breathing. Your mind will become sharp, clear and calm.

Free At Last

The powerful strike against humanity has already happened. The kinder and gentler strike that you have now launched has begun. You will soon realize that it began a very long time ago. Billions of years ago you began this journey. In fact, there is no point that you did not exist. 

You are not your eyes. There are people who have lost sight and they still are themselves. You are not your legs or arms. There are people who have lost these items as well yet they are still people. There is a certain point that your body will disintegrate. That's just the out breath. The in breath was your birth. 

A Kinder, Gentler Strike Against Humanity is about learning to practice breath exercise and gaining freedom that is unshakable.

#Breath #Freedom #Mind #Meditation #Buddhism

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Not Darkness and Not Light

Holding your hand
You are shaking and I am afraid
That this will be your last day
As I know you

Your tombstone, I threaten,
Will read, not "Done,"
But it will read, "I'll be back."

I've always known that death would come to me
And I was lonely in this understanding
But you let me understand that 
I had a friend, a love, a cosmic companion,

Yet here you are 
Eyes blank
Skin cold
Breath amiss and leaving
Shutting down

All of my power to hold and grasp and keep you
Is futile
You are slowly dying and I miss you
Even before you pass,


You've returned
And you are as opinionated as ever,
My cosmic companion has returned,
Not interested in another body 
You push this one along a little longer,

It's not darkness, nor is it light,
It's the wool over my eyes
And I like it
That I am able to spend one more day, hour, minute and second
With you,

I know I will die too
And I used to hope that I went before you
Or that we went at the same time --
Someone else's mess to clean up
But know now that I want to be there
To cuddle you and help send you
Away with peace
When your time comes,

I will watch you and my heart will
Beat anticipating you
Leaving this world
And how much you have shared with me,

This allows us to live!

You are alive right now in the next room
I will kiss you once more before 
I go to work.

Not Darkness and Not Light

The Cat's out of the Bag

Dimka, "Grey Smoke"

This is Dimka. Her name is a Russian variant word that means "grey smoke". She appeared to us about three years ago. We found her out front of our little townhouse in the rainy part of August 2016. It was cold and very wet. She was shivering and hungry. 

Dimka at the front door 2016

We already had an indoor only cat. I told my wife that if this outside cat hangs around for 5 days we will adopt her. I made a little shelter outside for her to sleep in. As it turns out she had the attention of both of my next door neighbors. 

a.k.a. Mosby, "Gray Ghost"

George was my neighbor to the right. He did not like cats. He did however find interest in Dimka. George had bought food for her and named her after Civil War General John S. Mosby because of her grey coat. John S. Mosby was known as the "Gray Ghost" (Incidentally the word for guest in Russian is ghost).

Joan was my neighbor to the left. She was feeding Dimka too. She had made a little shelter also for Dimka. She didn't name Dimka. 

Dimka at the Norfolk SPCA 2016

Five days passed and on a Tuesday morning I scooped up the grey cat and took her to the Norfolk SPCA. They would be able to determine if the cat was male or female. They could scan for a microchip. They would be able to give her the shots she needed.

Dimka the Russian Blue

I told my wife about what I had done. I told her the cat's gender. Roza named her Dimka. We did a little research. It turned out that our new street cat was a Russian Blue. At least that's what we came up with. We spoke Russian at home sometimes so it made sense.

Before I had only our cat Lena. Lena would meditate with me. Dimka and her at first didn't get along. Dimka terrified Lena. Eventually the girls tolerated each other. 

Dimka never misses an opportunity to sit with me during meditation practice. Sometimes Lena joins us. It's strange and wonderful. My wife and I love both of our cats. The street cat and the indoor only. Both cats are strictly indoor now. Cats don't live long living outside. 

Lena, Dimka and Alexander Nuttall practicing meditation

Sometimes Lena gets to eat the leaves of a lilly in the back yard. So she gets taken to the plant. She eats a little and then runs to the back door in order to get back inside. Dimka, on the other hand, would just run away. 

So I scooped her up and committed her to a velvet cage. We play, mediate, eat, pee, shit and so on. Both Dimka and Lena take turns using the restroom with me. It's what we cats do.

Dear Humanity or 4th of July Muse

Dear Humanity;

We are absolutely ready to move on and build spaceports, rocket ships and mine the solar system for valuables. In the meantime why not take care of the labor force here on Earth.  It's July 4th and we thought we would send you our patriotic message.

We hear the music, fireworks and gunshots. You don't think that we hear the fear too! We sure do. It's also a rhythmic ripple on the water of life. We've lived long enough not to be afraid of it all. So you shall reap that fearlessness too!


Isn't it amazing what we bring to the table. Our raw abilities and the skills we have acquired are amazing. We don't need a great leader for this we need a great nation of leaders to step up and step out of the greedy box. You think that your place in this universe is fixed? Think again.

This fragile planet is not going to sustain us for too long. She is the egg. We want to make sure that this mother and her kind babies of life are not aborted by carelessness. It's time to build those ships for the future.


A Noah's ark story is upon us. Some of you may think that it will fix itself but you ignore your own actions in the stream. We are all responsible for the today and tomorrow. Yesterday is the chalk board and we can read what we wrote but it is up to us to bring forth the solutions to the equations.

Diversity is the key to our survival. Time to embrace all of this. It is all ours. We did not invent suicide, homicide, genocide or herbicide. We all participated until we realized we did not need to. Let's move on and get to the stars. Our mother Earth is to be respected while a plan of escape is to be devised. Some of us need to leave. 


Patriotism is a limited ego trip. It is not the future. It is the dream of yesterdays future. We can only honor the fight if we take what we have gained and build a foundation to the future. All of our brothers and sisters and animals and plants and insects and life are screaming toward a future.

So we are moving on. The mother ship is approaching in our hearts and minds. The rockets red glare is the afterburn. Let's work toward a few billion years more!

Alexander Nuttall

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