Monthly Archives: October 2010

Support our Lawsuit Challenging the Constitutionality of California Home Seizures: Help us Change in California Foreclosure and Eviction Law

I am asking everyone who possibly can to send in contributions to help us pay for and staff the litigation of case number 09-cv-01072-DOC in Orange County  (filed originally as Lincoln v. Silverstein, now styled Lincoln v. California) and related cases all around the state.

If we are successful in our litigation, the ripple effect outwards will generate reverse earthquake: ruined homes will be resurrected and restored to their rightful owners, foreign investors and speculators (including the International Bankers) will be dispossessed of their American colonial acquisitions and holdings and required to pay damages to the families that were dispossessed.

So, we are now engaged in a great struggle, at least five co-Plaintiffs, one attorney and I are, to test whether the vile corrupt and unHoly mixture of substances consisting of bad law, color of law, and downright evil law,  created by California Non-Judicial Foreclosure and post-Foreclosure Eviction Statutes and the Judicial customs, practices, and procedures having the force of allow arising therefrom, can successfully be poured out (in U.S. District Court before Judge David O. Carter into a constitutional crucible where this mixture’s origins, integrity, and purity can be weighed and found wanting.  We will then seek to pour this base metalic garbage from the same crucible by asking Judge Carter to declare and adjudge all of these statutes, and the California Courts of Limited Jurisdiction which arose from them, onto the putrid slag heap of history—right alongside slavery and Soviet Communism, where all such vile things belong.

The road is going to be long and weary—and very expensive.  I am writing today to ask everyone in the United States to contribute whatever they can to support our campaign.   If we win in California on even half our issues, the reverberations will be felt and heard around the financial centers and smoky back rooms of banker’s and lawyers’ clubs everywhere in the world.

Your contributions of time, money, or material (computers, printers or printer supplies, or even up to date law books or sharable subscriptions to Westlaw and Lexis-Nexis), or special contributions some might be able to make such expert witness testimony concerning accounting, banking and financial practices, or securitization) will be invaluable in changing the face of the American economy and business world.

Please send in contributions (checks or money orders with memorandum or cover letter indicating “Lincoln v. California, 09-cv-01072″) to the following address:

Charles Lincoln Trust for Tierra Limpia/Deo Vindice Foundation, Peyton Yates Freiman, Trustee, 603 Elmwood Place, Suite #6, Austin, Texas 78705.  (Telephone 512-461-8192).

The first priority will be to support our new Attorney, Diane Beall, who is herself in foreclosure in California, and to build her team of legal assistants (including but not limited to some of the Plaintiffs) to fight this war and win it!

“Tierra Limpia” means the clean or pure land; Deo Vindice, a term rich in American historical connotation, is the motto “By God Vindicated” which has a strong implication (in Latin or Roman Law) that the rights to be vindicated are those relating to land and home: “Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything, for ‘Tis the only thing in this world that lasts, ‘Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for — worth dying for” as a crotchety old Irishman named Gerald Patrick O’Hara once told his daughter Katie Scarlett.  For indeed, in Classical Roman Times, the “Vindicatio” was the ultimate form of warfare by litigation, meant to try title to land and other key measures of wealth and the means of production from ancient times until the present.

It happens that today, October 29, is my mother’s birthday, and so in her honor, and she was a little girl during the London blitz, when so many homes were lost, and so many families uprooted, I am starting this campaign to raise funds to restore lost and destroyed homes for the benefit of lost and destroyed families—even though these are the victims not of the German Wehrmacht but of a corrupt global financial system with significantly less heart and less soul than even the Nazis.  Mothers are symbolic of homes and I think my mother, when she reads this, will know why I dedicate to her the struggle to disempower the Banks and destroy their psychological grip on our minds which convinces so many that families should be destroyed in the name of individual security and dependence upon the government.  I remember watching the 1968 and 1972 elections with my mother (and her parents) on Television.  And I remember when she took me to meet Cardinal Mindzenty, the hero of Anti-Communist resistance in Hungary and I remember one of her friends named Lilly, who had been imprisoned by the Communists in a Gulag.   I remember watching with my family the resignation of Richard Nixon and Ford’s pardon a month later.  In short, we shared many of the formative events which led me to where I am right now, where we, as a country, are at this very moment.

SEND THEM A MESSAGE: Vote for Diane Beall Templin for California Attorney General—for the rights of all Middle Class American Homeowners!

Diane Beall Templin has agreed to represent me as lead Plaintiff in 09-cv-01072-DOC-E in the United States District Court for the Central District of California, Southern (Santa Ana) Division 10-26-2010 Document 55 Ex-Parte Application to Substitute Attorney Diane Beall 09-cv-01072-DOC.  It is going to be a big project, but if we can win even part of it, it will change the course of United States and even World (“Global”) financial history forever.  Nothing could be more important or worthy of the “Send them a Message” heritage of the late Governor George Corley Wallace to whose American Independent Party Diane Beall Templin is now a modern heir.  Governor Wallace and General Curtis E. LeMay were the last Third Party Candidates ever to carry any states or electoral votes.   Wallace took the entire Deep South away from Nixon in 1968, only four years after Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater (Radical Southern Democrat Wallace’s Radical Republican Soulmate in so many ways) broke the “Solid South” away from the Democratic Party to which it had adhered loyally for over a hundred years.   When Gov. Wallace ran for President back inside the Democratic Party in 1972, his threat was so great as potentially to deprive Nixon of his second term.

So, it was that on May 15, 1972, the decade of United States Political Assassinations by “lone gunmen” that began in November 1963 with the Dallas, Texas, assassination of the last “Representative Money” (“Silver-Certificate”) President (John Fitzgerald Kennedy) and his replacement with that master of Fiat Currency—“Tax & Spend through Inflation to Support Global Warfare and World Government”—Lyndon Baines Johnson ended with the Laurel, Maryland, near fatal assassination of the Governor of Alabama.

I persuaded Diane Beall (fka Templin) to represent me in this case on a single argument: there is NO solution to the California Mortgage Foreclosure Crisis that does not include the declaration of unconstitutionality of California Civil Code Sections 2924-2924l, together with the abolition of special Unlawful Detainer proceedings in the Superior Courts of Limited Jurisdiction.

New Book on 9/11/01: Susan Lindauer, “Extreme Prejudice”



The Terrifying Story of the Patriot Act and the Cover Ups of 9/11 and Iraq

What if the government decided to invent a great lie to sell a disastrous war and a questionable anti-terrorism policy? What would happen to the Assets who know the truth?

Former CIA Asset, Susan Lindauer, provides an extraordinary first-hand account from behind the intelligence curtain that shatters the government’s lies about 9/11 and Iraq, and casts a harsh spotlight on the workings of the Patriot Act as the ideal weapon to bludgeon whistle blowers and dissidents. A terrifying true story of “black budget” betrayals and the Patriot Act, with its arsenal of secret evidence, indefinite detention and threats of forcible drugging, EXTREME PREJUDICE reveals one Asset’s desperate struggle to survive the brutal cover ups of 9/11 and Iraq. EXTREME PREJUDICE delivers a high tension expose of the real facts surrounding the CIA’s advance warnings of 9/11 and Iraq’s contributions to the 9/11 investigation. For the first time, it discloses the existence of a comprehensive peace framework before the War, which would have accomplished all major U.S. objectives in Baghdad without a single casualty. A true life spy thriller that goes inside the Iraqi Embassy and prison on a Texas military base, EXTREME PREJUDICE reveals the depths of deception by leaders in Washington and London to promote a questionable image of their successful anti-terrorism policy, and the shocking brutality used to suppress the truth of their failures from the American people and the world community.

Above all, EXTREME PREJUDICE  offers a critical examination from the defendant’s chair of the Patriot Act’s assault on the most cherished Constitutional rights in a Court of law, when liberty and freedom to dissent from government policy are the highest stakes.

“Susan Lindauer deserves unreserved admiration for this brave and moving account of her steadfast refusal to crumble under the shameful abuses to which she was subjected. She has provided us with an overdue exposure of the depths to which governments are all too prepared to descend to prevent disclosure of their dishonesty and malfeasance, her knowledge having been gained through bitter personal experience.” –Robert Black, Q.C., Scottish architect of the Lockerbie Trial at Camp Zeist

“Unfolds like a suspense thriller from deep within the struggle for global sanity, at the hands of those perpetrating dark secrecy. Lindauer reveals faces of our national truth few Americans imagine. Chilling, heartbreaking, horrifying and hopeful, EXTREME PREJUDICE offers a depth of historical insight critical to transforming our future. Pay attention.” –Janice Matthews, Director,


The Three Faces of October 12 and all that follows: Thanksgiving & Remembrance, Epic Discovery, and Racial Origins

One way of looking at October 12 is that it celebrates beginnings, the “inception” of everything: October 12, 1492, Columbus’ arrival on Watling/San Salvador Island in the Bahamas was “inception” of the colonization and conquest of North and South America—the beginnings of the modern world, in short.  October 12 as “Thanksgiving Day” marks the end of summer and the inception of winter, as a bountiful harvest is taken into storage.  October 12 in the United States is basically the beginning of the series of Fall holidays that culminates with Christmas and New Years—there is some celebration of food and heritage, but mostly a mindless obsession with American Football.  October 12 in Mexico reflects back a bit to Columbus, but is really about the events of 29 years later, when Tenochtitlan & Tlatelolco, the greatest centers of Aztec Civilization, finally fell to Hernan Cortes and became the center of the Empire of the New Spain, as it happened this lasted for exactly 300 years, until August 1821 when the last Spanish Viceroy (as it happened, a liberal Irishman named Don Juan O’Donoju e O’Rian) surrendered Viceregal Power to Agustin Iturbide and a new albeit short-lived Mexican Empire.

In Canada, October 12, is called “Thanksgiving Day.”  I suppose historically it was actually modeled on or parallel to the American Thanksgiving because it is a harvest festival, celebrated (five-six weeks earlier owing to the shorter growing season at high latitutdes).  In rural areas like Fort MacLeod in Alberta (birthplace of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police), which I once visited around this time of year, the majority population Anglo-Canadians celebrate by bringing pumpkins and squash and corn up to the Anglican (Church of England/Episcopal) Church altars on Sunday in rural small-town Churches whose walls commemorate with plaques the locally-born fallen heroes of Great Britain’s many wars in which Canadians served alongside millions of other good subjects of the Imperial Crown—while it was still imperial.   Canada hardly existed before Victoria became Empress of India and the country has observed fairly strict neutrality since George VI gave up the Crown of India, but still lost 500 men in Korea and 152 in Afghanistan, having entirely avoided involvement in Vietnam and only allowing “advisors” in Iraq.   But the profusion of poppies on November 11 and the crowded pews at the Cathedral of New Westminster confirm Canadian cultural memory and identity with the United Kingdom and her Wars of 1867-1947 in an incomparable manner: really, no cultural observance in the United States commemorates any historical event or matter of Anglo-American memory and identity the way that Canada celebrates the paired autumnal holidays October 12 and November 11 every year.  These holidays are genuinely meaningful to a large proportion of the Canadian people, and even in cosmopolitan hubs such as Vancouver, the crimson poppies are everywhere and Members of Parliament really do go make their rounds to local Churches to remember the heroes of a world which, for all practical purposes, has vanished. As a descendant of Anglo-Saxon society, I always find this season in Canada to be both emotionally satisfying and intellectually rewarding as food for memory and identity, but somewhat discouraging as it has so little to say about the future.

By contrast, Columbus Day in the United States is almost a bad joke.  Why yes, the same fall colors are used in store decorations as in Canada, and in fact, the banks and federal courts do all close, but the holiday is generally so completely forgotten that everyone goes to the banks regardless, having forgotten that it’s a holiday at all.  And any association between Columbus Day and Thanksgiving is lost far out of proportion to the days and weeks of difference between November 11 and the final Thursday in November.   And hardly anybody in the United States Remembers Veterans Day, November 11 at all…. No one wears poppies except for maybe a dozen or so British and Canadian tourists.  And recently, both Columbus Day and Thanksgiving have come under criticism in some bilious quarters for celebrating the extermination of the American Indian.  American amnesia and lack of identity is almost as complete on these days as is Canadian memory and identity.   It is, and has been throughout my life, a kind of embarrassment to belong to this American culture which possesses so little self-awareness, either of its history or its presence or its future.

So go south of the Rio Grande, south of Tucson, south of Calexico and San Diego, and we come to the third original member of NAFTA, the third country occupying the Continent of North America—the third component of some future “North American Union” which some folks believe was already agreed to, planned and is slowly being imposed by a secret agreement signed in Waco, Texas while no one else was looking.  Mexico’s October 12 is really a matter of governmental propaganda, ruling elite ideology, and has no deep-seated resonance in popular culture.  There is no “Thanksgiving” in Mexico, nor any Armistice Day or Veterans Day celebrated on November 11 because Mexico never really participated in either World War until the very last days when it was obvious which side was winning.  But the reverse side of the coin of the racial tensions underlying critical studies of Thanksgiving  and Columbus day in the US is celebrated in Mexico—where October 12 is “Dia de la Raza.”  Most folks from outside Mexico would have no idea what race this could possibly be: but it is the “Meztizo” Race.  Ironically there was a “Metis” race in Canada, a mixture of French and Indian—exactly analogous to (and at least on the French side partly homologous with) the Creoles, Acadians, or “Cajuns” in Louisiana, from whom I am at least in some part descended though my maternal grandmother Helen who raised me—but while the “Metis” had political importance for a while in the 19th century, in essence they were never sufficiently numerous really to shape the cultural heritage of North America north of the 49th parallel….

But the Mestizo Race of Mexico is in fact the majority race.   Pure white creoles (mostly of Spanish descent) can be found, amounting perhaps to 5%-10% of the population, generously defined, while in some areas culturally, linguistically, and racially isolated populations of Maya, Zapotec, Aztec (Nahuatl) and Mixtec peoples, heirs to the great pre-Hispanic civilizations of Mesoamerica, can still be found, but even in Yucatan and Chiapas, where the Maya population is strongest, the “pure” native American population nowhere exceeds 50% by more than a very few points.  In some quarters, the struggle to develop a cultural identity for the “Mestizo” Race of Mexico has been associated with the so-called Tlatelolco movement, which was brutally repressed by the (Creole, pure white) President Gustavo Diaz Ordaz in 1968 and his equally creole-white Secretary of the Interior Luis Echeverria Alvarez (who succeeded Diaz Ordaz as President in 1970, and later gained international fame for denouncing Israel as imperialist, Zionism as Racism, and permitting the Palestinian Liberation Organization to open a quasi-consular diplomatic mission in Mexico City).

The “suburb” or barrio of Tlatelolco was the last holdout of Aztec resistance to the Spanish Conquest in Mexico City in 1521.  The “race” celebrated by October 12 in Mexico, and enshrined in the Texas & California based Mexican-American political party called “La Raza Unida” (“Volkische Einheit”—“the United Race”), is the Meztizo Race, described as born at Tlatelolco in a commemorative plaque which is as much an intended rewriting of history as it could ever be considered true:

“On the 13th of August in 1521, heroically defended by [Last Aztec Emperor] Cuauhtemoc, Tlatelolco fell to the power of Hernan Cortes.   This was neither a triumph nor a defeat, but the painful birth of the Mixed Race which is the Mexico of Today.”

So in Canada, the days of October 12-November 11 each year are dedicated to nostalgic reminiscences of the glorious British Past.  In the United States, Columbus Day-Thanksgiving is the Fall Holiday-Pre-Christmas shopping season, ending in an orgiastic feast at the end of November in which American football is better remembered than Squanto or Massasoit or that first poor harvest at Plymouth Plantation which preceded the political organization Anglo-Canada and the British Empire by about 247 years.  The American people have little memory or even historical interest in anything.  They are/We are a nation of congenital analgesiacs assisted through all unwanted incursions of memory by drugs and booze and TV news sufficient to wipe the consciousness of a Plato or Socrates clean to a blank slate.   In Mexico there is at least some reconciliation of the Epic Discovery of Columbus and the imperialism of Hernan Cortes and others, which within a mere 30 years of 1492 had erased from the map and all but obliterated one of the greatest and most distinctive empires of all history—that of the Tenochca-Mexica, from the annals of history with the reality of racial and cultural mixture.

Tlatelolco is today identified to tourists as the Plaza of the Three Cultures—because there are the Aztec ruins side-by-side with a magnificent Spanish-Colonial Monastery at which Spanish and Nahuatl elites and intellectuals debated the relative virtues of their histories and gods for the first 30-50 years after the Conquest, and finally there are skyscrapers of the modern city of Mexico.   The government of Mexico is to be applauded for its attempt to reconstruct a valid ideological vision which recognizes the accomplishments of all three cultures, and which endeavors to maintain both memory and desire in the hearts of its people. The reality of modern Mexico is actually a fairly gruesome concatenation of memory and conflicting desires for wealth, identity, and acceptance.  One may well ask: Is the Mexican model of Tlatelolco the world of the future?

How exactly did the Patriot Act Outlaw Sudafed? Our Racketeering Government knows no boundaries or limits to its corruption

All Laws Have Teeth

Mises Daily: Tuesday, October 12, 2010 by ;

It’s been five years since the feds took aim at nasal decongestant. Under George Bush, a normal part of everyday civilized life became a criminal act, namely the over-the-counter purchase of Sudafed and many other products containing pseudoephedrine. You can get it now, but it is seriously rationed. You have to present your driver’s license and no one without one may purchase it. The limits on quantities you are permitted to purchase fall far below the recommended dosage, and buyers rarely know when they are buying too much.

The rationing and criminalization of this product appeared as part of the Patriot Act. The replacement drug phenylephrine is far less effective on noses but more effective in Washington: the company that makes it, Boehringer Ingelheim, spent $1.6 million lobbying Washington in 2006 (the latest data) and the same amount the year before. The makers of the drug everyone actually wants are diffuse and spread all over China. Pseudoephedrine was targeted in the name of the drug war because apparently you can use it to make methamphetamine. Since the near ban, there are indications that production of the drug has gone up, mostly due to smuggling in Mexico. Even a quick google demonstrates that the gray market is thriving.

I’ve written with sympathy toward those who have been caught in the legal tangles; many buyers are not actually doing anything wrong. Anyone who attempts to buy it is treated like a criminal and one never knows for sure when one is buying more than the legal limit. In several cases I’ve highlighted, people have bought without the intent to manufacture drugs but were ensnared in any case. In other cases, people have been asked to buy for friends who may or may not have been plotting to make meth. Still other cases involve shady figures with criminal records and suspicious associations who are thereby discredited and hounded by police and judges.

In my view, every person who is ensnared deserves to be defended. Their rights are being violated. One lady in my own community faces 20 years in jail solely for buying 4 boxes in a 12-day period. News reports suggest that she is a bad person for many other reasons, and, for that reason, there has been little public sympathy for her — in the same way that people under alcohol prohibition were snagged on alcohol grounds even though the motivation for getting them was different (could be taxes or something else).

Something as serious as laws and jails should be used for punishment of those who infringe on person and property, not for self-medicating. If this lady is bad, she should be punished for things she did wrong, not for some trumped-up reason.

In any case, as with all stupid laws like this, the innocent are eventually harmed. It’s strange how most people are willing to give the police and the courts the benefit of the doubt, and pretend as if the system somehow knows something that we do not know. Anyone hauled off to jail probably deserved what is coming to him, even if we don’t know the specifics. People should do a better job at staying out of harm’s way, of being beyond reproach. Don’t play with fire and you won’t get burned — this is how people tend to think of these cases.

They are blaming the victim. Somehow I suspect that the same sentiments were pervasive even in the worst totalitarian states. By the time people wake up to the reality that the law and the law enforcers are the problem, it is too late.

Just this morning the following email arrived:

In doing some internet research, I came across your article “Free the Clogged Nose-25” and I want to thank you for showing me that I’m no where near alone in my way of thinking and that the current situation that my husband and I find ourselves in is most certainly not uncommon. You see, we have 3 teenage children still living at home. In April of this year, their ages were 17, 16 and 15. Both my husband and I, along with our 3 teenagers suffer from terrible seasonal allergies and we have tried every over the counter medicine available as well as a few prescription meds. The only one that offers us any relief is Sudafed or the generic equivalent.

So, as you already know, my husband and I are the only ones in our family who can buy Sudafed. I will and have been the first to admit that in order to keep enough of the medicine for all of us, both my husband and I made purchases from more than one drug store. I knew we were exceeding our allotted amount but I also knew that the code of Alabama stated that purchasing over the allowed 6 grams per month was only unlawful “with intent to manufacture.” So, since we had no intent to manufacture anything, I didn’t see it as we were breaking the law.

In March of this year, local news media released word that a law was passed that would create a statewide database for all businesses selling pseudoephedrine so that customers could not bypass the limit by going from one pharmacy to another. That was the extent of the press release related to that new law. About the middle of May, my husband and I learned the hard way that they had conveniently left out a very important part of that new law when announcing it to the public. Apparently, “with intent to manufacture” had been dropped from the Alabama law regarding pseudoephedrine purchases. I’m sure you can easily guess the rest of the story. He and I were arrested for “buy/sale precursor chemicals” which on the first offense is a Class C Misdemeanor. My husband is a USMC veteran so he has a criminal record (bar fights, etc.) but never any drug charges. I have never had so much as a speeding ticket and I’m a criminal justice major in college.

Even after explaining the situation to the judge and pointing out that we are law-abiding citizens just trying to offer some comfort to our kids during allergy season, the judge still found us guilty. We have appealed that decision and will go back to court in December. We cannot hope to beat this with just the truth because obviously the truth doesn’t matter, so I am going to pray that “mistake of law” will get us a not-guilty verdict this time around … or I’m going to have to find a new major!

At the time we were arrested, our oldest daughter (not living at home) was a 4.0 GPA college student majoring in forensic investigation, our middle daughter was just days away from graduating historian of her high-school senior class after already having lettered in softball and volleyball and serving as secretary in the Beta club, our youngest daughter was finishing her 10th-grade year and an A–B student who had just days before made the color guard drill team for the fall, and our son was finishing his 8th grade year, an A–B student and hard working Junior Varsity and Varsity football player. We are very very proud of our kids and hate the fact that they have had to endure any negative associations that have come from our arrest. They are so resilient, though! They know that we weren’t actually doing anything wrong so they hold their heads up high and keep going.

As I suspected, these cases are not isolated. Thanks to Google News, we can learn of many such tragic cases. So far as we know, the majority of cases of arrest involve innocent people trying to unclog their noses. But even if only one in ten cases involve injustice, that is plenty of reason to repeal the law. I don’t favor laws against consuming or producing meth, but, if those laws are retained, then it’s the taking or making of meth that should be punished, not actions that merely seem vaguely associated with illegal activities.

In the end, this isn’t about drug use or production. It is about special interests. It is about the use of fear and coercion and the expansion of state power. It is about human rights and liberty. Should we care about these things? Yes, if we care about saving civilization from its enemy, the state.

Jeffrey Tucker is the editor of and author of Bourbon for Breakfast: Living Outside the Statist Quo. Send him mail. See Jeffrey A. Tucker’s article archives.

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Nina Hagen’s Ave Maria, Nana Mouskouri, and Lilli Marlene….and thoughts on the soul and spirit just a few weeks before “All Hallows” Night and the Feast of All Saints

Late at night (actually early in the morning) on Columbus Day 2010 and though I am too feverish to work, I find I cannot sleep and want to listen to words I have not heard in many moons.  Two of the most enchanting female voices to emerge from popular culture in modern continental Europe are Nina Hagen and Nana Mouskouri.  I listened no fewer than five times to Nina Hagen’s versions of Ave Maria (best reproduced at: #mce_temp_url#

Bringing Greek-Born Nana Mouskouri and German Nina Hagen together to remember Marlene Dietrich is a complex thought that transcends the nature and identity of das ewig weibliche over past 80 years like the amazing conversations of my youth that I never get to have anymore with my late grandmother Helen and my mother Alice….

Their combined personalities and heavenly voices reminded me of the question I asked of Canon Noble Owings from whom I took my pre-confirmation classes at St. Thomas-the-Apostle in Hollywood, back a long-long time ago, in a galaxy far away: “Is the soul male or female?”  Linguistically, “La Alma” and “Die Selle” are feminine, in Spanish and German at least, but “El Espirito” and “Der Geist” are masculine.   I stopped at St. Thomas the other day and it is still a beautiful Church, though Hollywood seems off the beaten path these days.   My son Charlie (Freshman at St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland) had written me a letter asking me about my views concerning the soul to which I responded exactly one month ago today (and it seems more appropriate to publish this now that we’re approach “All Saints Day”, “All Souls Day” and of course “All Hallows Eve” (Which three days were effectively Celtic New Year’s Day aka Samhain):

Sent: Sun, 12 September, 2010 2:03:08

Subject: Re: Questions I need answered from my Parents

Dear Charlie:

I am finally getting around to writing an answer to your query on Thursday night about souls and essences.  I wonder whether you still need to talk about the soul—you haven’t mentioned this project again.  It is almost midnight on September 11, going into September 12, 2010: it is exactly 11:57:57p.m. as I start to write this.  It will soon be “the witching hour” of midnight.

My views are this: the “soul” is the some total of all those unique characteristics of our existence that make us human, or that make humans distinctive.  So for me, “the soul” = “human essence”, at the very least, but that is much too simple, both linguistically and philosophically.

In my “signature line” on this account I have the “signature statement” of a famous incarnation of “the Devil”, the “soul or essence of evil”, the character “Mephistopheles” in Goethe’s Faust, who has been one of my favorite characters in all of drama and literature since I was about 9 or 10.  Right after Robin Hood. Right after Batman. Right after Paladin.  In my “signature line” on the other rocketmail account, it says, “May God be with you and with thy Spirit”—that is the “Peace” exchanged at Church, in the language of the Old Episcopal (Church of England) Book of Common Prayer (the same language that dates back to the birth of the Church in the reign of Queen Elizabeth I—whose Parliament first authorized a single “Book of Common Prayer”). So it seems that the concept of spirit, soul, or essence must be important to my own psychology.

But what do these words mean to me?

“Spirit” derives, as I always point out, from Latin “spirare” which means “to breathe.” From this word we get so many words (perspire, expire, respirator, etc.) but also one of my favorites, among the most tortured words in the English language: to conspire, to make (or enter into) a conspiracy.  “Con” derives from Latin “cum” and the Spanish “con” means the same thing, namely “with.”  So, “to conspire” is for two people to “breathe together.”  So it can truthfully be said that all social behavior, all social action, is the result of or concomitant with “conspiracy.”  And yet “conspiracy theorists” have such a bad reputation.  In essence, every contract, including an agreement to marry or have children, is a true “conspiracy.”  I repeat: all SOCIAL action is conspiracy, all POLITICAL action, all economic or religious action performed by more than one person acting in concert with another.

But is a “spirit” uniquely human?  That is to say, is social behavior uniquely human?  No, it is merely uniquely “mammalian” to describe social behavior as “breathing together.”  Wolves and their prey (deer, elk, etc.) are all social animals who live and move, “breathing together.”  Coatimundis and raccoons to greater or lesser degrees are all social animals, as are almost every species of our nearest relatives, the non-human primates, but especially the most humanoid of all the apes: the Chimpanzees and among them most particularly the Bonobos or “pygmy Chimps”, whose rowdy, sexually promiscuous lives are said to be the non-human creatures most like “primitive” or ancestral (fossil) men.

Even as to the notion of “spirit” or “soul” as equivalent to emotion, no one who has ever looked into a non-human mammals eyes will doubt the reality of non-human spirit and emotion—and hence soul?  Dogs do not lick us and ask for pats or scratches behind the ear for merely physical reasons: it is perfectly obvious that animals both breathe together socially and have spirits—animals like wolves also hunt stealthily together, “conspiring” together in all the most sinister senses of the word “conspiracy” in our language to take the lives of other creatures—to make plans and develop techniques to use deer, sheep, goats, cattle, elk, or caribou—to use them for food (“in a callous and premeditated manner, i.e. with malice aforethought).  Group hunting among social carnivores cannot be seen as merely the result of genetic instinct.

Outside the mammalian range, the movie “March of the Penguins” has a scene where a parent bird cries over its lost chick who collapsed into the snow.  The narrator comments, and the viewer cannot doubt, that this bird is expressing sadness and loss in the most soulful manner—so do birds too have spirits or souls?

Among ancient peoples, from the Aztec and Maya to the Proto-Indo-Europeans, there is strong linguistic and semiotic evidence that birds were considered to be the souls of the departed among humans.  It is hard not to see a relic of such symbolism in Edgar Allen Poe’s Raven “Only this and nothing more….Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”  Poe’s “Raven” may ultimately be derived from his Anglo-Saxon background and a faint “racial” memory of Wotan/Odin/Weden—the one-eyed God of the Germanic people’s—identified with the Planet “Mercury” whose bird was the Raven (And even Greek Mercury’s Helmet was Wings—and is associated with Prometheus, whose punishment by birds is also indicative of eternal life after death being “for the birds”—see J.W. Goethe’s Prometheus, also).  Wotan’s castle was Valhalla, the Hall of the Worthy Dead, where the birdlike Valkyrie took the souls of the heroes (“helden“) slain on the battlefield.  The association of birds with souls may have something to do with the physical observation of birds as scavengers of the dead, and the notion that you “are what you eat.”  (I.e.: birds eat the dead and hence become one with the dead).

But the association of birds and the spirits of the ordinary dead from human society appears more plainly explicit in Dante’s Second Ring of Hell, where the souls of lovers lost to lust are blown by the winds, living eternally as birds tossed about by the wind (Canto 5).

Birds at the crossroads were seen as ghosts in purgatory (restless souls whose final destination was unsure) in both Aztec and Babylonian demonology, and they walk alongside the monsters of the cross-roads, who are (again both in Mesoamerica and Mesopotamia) mythologically associated with the 584 day spiraling heliacal ascension and descent of the planet Venus.

So there are so many concepts of the soul and spirit and “essence” of humanity which cannot and do not and will not match—as many words for “soul” almost, in Western languages alone, as for “money”—or as (famously) for “snow” among the Esquimaux of Alaska, Canada, and Greenland.

Now, as you certainly recall, we spent a long time watching Buffy and Angel all through different phases of your childhood, and during the years of our separation, I spent a lot of time at Buffy Conferences in Nashville, Atlanta, and Greensboro, North Carolina.  Part of my fascination with Whedon’s work has to do with his conception (and depiction) of the “soul” as conscious reflection—“guilt” on the one hand, but “sense of worth” and “value” on the other.  I think that Whedon’s conception is actually the quintessentially “English”, especially “Episcopalian/Church of England” notion of the soul, and it is one reason why I have questioned Joss Whedon (even to his face) whether he is really an atheist or not.  His understanding and representation of the soul, and of the differentiation between “soulful” and “soulless” beings is (to me at least) so rich and so complex that it defies imagination that he could not believe in the soul—and if he believes in the soul, how could he not then believe in God (and his opposite number) also?

I have been writing now for almost an hour and I feel like I have “only begun to write” about the topic of soul and essence, but I am tired.  If you want more, I’ll continue later.  I’ll also bounce the idea around to Freiman and some other folks, maybe ask someone at All Saints tomorrow (later today) what they think.

Parsing the Song of Mary—an idiosyncratic childhood memory of mine:

One of my earliest and sweetest childhood memories of my mother, so often (and much more consistently) a terribly ambiguous person in my life, teaching me to memorize the “Magnificat” when I was four or five before I hardly knew any other prayers—she said that once I understood how Mary was the mother of Jesus, I would understand Salvation and open the door to everlasting life.

My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in the strength of my Salvation.

“For He hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaiden, yet behold from henceforth: all generations shall call me blessed. For in His might He hath exalted me, and Holy is His name. He sheweth His mercy to all that fear Him, from generation to generation, and by the strength of His arm He hath shattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. And He hath put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted them of mean estate.  He hath filled the hungry with good things, while the rich he hath sent empty away.  And He hath holpen His servant Israel, remembering always His mercy, as He spake to our forefathers, Abraham and his seed forever.”

My mother outlined it for me with the highlighted “s” words of the first sentence and all of the “m” words, plus that critical phrase, “in the imagination of their hearts”.  I remember it now thinking, wondering, what is the English language distinction between “soul” and “spirit” in this “Little Song of Mary”? (“Canticle of Mary”, “Le Chanson de Marie“).

I don’t know whether to use + or = as a connecting sign here, but using my mother’s system of parsing the poetry, for whatever it’s worth, even if it was just something she made up to teach me—it has stuck with me for over 45 years now—and the sentences seem to be broken down this way, at least in English, and it would be interesting for you to try to do this with the Greek….

“My soul” = “magnify” = “my spirit” = “strength” = “my salvation.”

“me” = “might” = “me” = “name”.

“mercy” = “Him” = “arm” = “in the imagination of their hearts.”

“mighty” = “them of mean estate” = “empty”

“remembering” = “mercy” = “Abraham”

So that first sentence seems to give us a notion of spirit and soul equating with “magnification”, “strength” and “salvation.”

Yes, it’s hard to believe that this is the same mother of mine….. who has voluntarily been absent from your life and mine…. for a very long time now.   She regularly took me down (like Christopher Robin) to see the guard changing at Buckingham Palace, but also to know St. James and Westminster and the Tower of London and the Houses of Parliament.  She showed me Big Ben, India House, South Africa and Canada Houses on Trafalgar Square, and introduced me to maps and atlases (showed me how to identify the ever shrinking number of “Pink Bits” even while Aunt Mildred was in Rhodesia giving aid & comfort to Ian Smith) and taught me at an early age how to compare one text of the same story to another, and in so doing gave me all my early Robin Hood books and songs…. and taught me so well that at age 5 (she said) I was already able to comment on what appeared to be historical and mythological in the tales of Sherwood forest…. So her contribution to my soul was not to be underestimated…

Oh well, anyhow—as Sunnydale’s Mayor Wilkins said, “a soul is as slippery as a greased weasel”—and you’ll remember enough about ferrets in New Orleans to realize that a greased weasel would be slippery indeed….but also very flexible and fun and playful….and capable of biting…..but do you remember how bright their little eyes are, and could you ever doubt that ferrets’ breath is just as much “spirit” as ours?

And do you, by any chance, remember when your very ancient Greek great-grandmother died, how someone there, because you were so young, asked you whether you understood what had happened: that “the breath has left her?”

Which brings up a whole new line of thoughts about soul, spirit, and essence—the Greek words (in a Dumezilian trifunctional set) Pneuma, Psyche, and Soma….”Breath, Soul (Heart?), and Body.” Greek words in a Dumezilian/Indo-European triad, except not so terribly Indo-European because the Yucatec Maya poetically use the same triad: Ik, Olal, Bak (Spirit = Wind; Olal = Heart/essence/core; Bak = “meat/bone/body”).  I have often thought that the Greek/Indo-European Pneuma, psyche, and soma were simply recycled by Sigmund Freud as “Super-Ego”, “Ego”, and “Id.”  Certainly Spirit, Heart, and Body correspond with the top three of the Ancient Vedic Castes: Brahmans, Ksatrya, and Vaisya, as well as with Roman Sacerdotes, Equites/Milites, and Plebs (Priests, Cavalry/Soldiers/Warriors, and Commoners), the French Ancien Regime’s “First Estate = Priesthood”, “Second Estate = Nobility”, “Third Estate = Bourgeois” (these were the houses of “Parliament” in pre-Revolutionary France—the House of Lords in England combined both “Lords Temporal” and “Lords Spiritual” of the first two Dumezilian functions), and the Natchez Indians (as recorded by the French in Early 18th Century Louisiana and Mississippi) three exogamous noble classes of “Suns”, “Serpents”, and “Honored People” (below whom were “Les Puants” or “the Stinkards”—compare the Hindu/Vedic “Untouchables”).  Even the American Constitution preserves (enshrines) this trifunctional trichotomy by setting up a three-part government divided between a Congress (which deals with taxation & public welfare and represents the “body” of the people), a Presidency which commands the army—-whose first occupant (under the 1787 Constitution, anyhow) was called “First in War, First in Peace, and First in the HEARTS of his Countrymen”), and a Judiciary which is the heir of the Sacred Kingship and Priesthood of Ancient Indo-European Society and whose “judicial” role of decisionmaking really does closely resemble, both in actual function and procedure, the “magical mumblings” of ancient Shamans and priests—and I do not even really mean this as a criticism—it’s just that sometimes it takes a certain “magic” to resolve the disputes which arise in society, even under the best of circumstances—and this is what GOOD judges endeavor to do, just like the first “Judges” of the Israelites whom Moses appointed to settle the disputes of the dozen (or more) original tribes…..

I can tell I’m getting incoherent and rambling here, so I’ll just mention one more thought:  While you were still “en ventre ta mere”your mother showed her mother (your Greek grandmother Nina) her colour sonograms from St. Joseph’s Hospital at 2900 North Lake Shore Drive (St. Joseph’s was right between Diversey and North Commonwealth, directly across the street from where we used to live—and where you began life’s journey….right at the north end of Chicago’s Lincoln Park and right by Diversey Harbor) and your mother looked at the picture of your heart and described you as “psychula” for the very first time: a tiny soul/heart.

It would perhaps be unpoetic to end up with the thought that, as your great-grandfather used to recite from his bachelor’s thesis on the topic of “ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny”—that that notion of life too, of the beating heart, is also shared between humans and animals….even little ferrets…..

And now I have been writing for two hours, because it’s 1:57:17 AM as I quit writing.

Charles Edward Lincoln, III

“Ich bin der Geist der stets verneint”

Deo Vindice/Tierra Limpia

In case of emergency call Peyton Yates Freiman (Texas)

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Geography of Economic Decline—Equally Divided between the Bush & Obama years you weren’t scared about the national economic decline until today—watch the light in the United States “go out” as county-by-county reaches more than 10% unemployment in a steady sinking progression month-by-month as the Unemployment rates increase nationwide.  The government and Wall Street gamblers cannot cook the books or recalculate the categories of what it means to be “employed” and “unemployed” fast enough.  The Decline started immediately after the “midterm elections” in W’s second inglorious term, but it didn’t become a catastrophic depression until Obama was facing his own midterm debacle—-which just can’t come soon enough or be anywhere nearly sufficiently radical really to change anything.  Obama is just a “burnt toast” colored version of George W. Bush.  Obama is no friend of the poor, the common man, or of the disadvantaged, never mind of the middle class or anyone interested in being genuinely productive.  Obama is just George W. Bush’s effectively logical, and quite possibly hand-picked, successor-in-socialism assigned with the task of sinking the United States faster than the Titanic on that infamous day in April 1912, just shy of a hundred years ago.