The Life Within Life

Modern-Day Life can appear to be idiotic.

And thankless.  And sometimes pointless.  And often: highly disturbing.  We tend to look and find things in the outer stratosphere that justify our fears, beliefs, positions and prejudices on the inner sphere.  And then, become a little more rattled… and a little more distressed.

Turbulence.  Politics.  Pollution.  Inhumanity.  “Yes”, it’s there. And yes, it hurts.


But the trouble is, our focus gets hijacked.  By several things.  The big one is the news media.  I’m not saying they’re bad, or even wrong.  But they’ve developed this habit and this inclination over time, to dwell on the worst possible aspects of humanity and shove it down our throats.  And we have developed this bad habit over time, of eagerly eating it all up.  Without batting an eye.

But the thing is, there’s so much more going on in the world that just “that”.   SO MUCH!  So much that’s humanly positive, life-affirming … acts of kindness and beauty among human beings.  Acts of huge charity by individuals and organizations.  Lives saved by medical and crisis intervention.  Lives helped by modern-day heroes who rise to the occasion and give to their fellow men.

These things don’t get any mention, or very little.  Maybe sequestered to the back page, lower right, one-third inch column space.  “Wow”.   And all the mayhem and betrayal and dishonesty and rip-offs, spread across the front cover, for your beady and hungry little eyes to digest.

Which one do you want?

fall vegetables - pumpkin, squash, etcI want BEAUTY and I want a lot of it.  I want a lot of it, because I am a human being and I deserve all I can get.  I deserve to be overdosed on kindness and acts of human generosity.  I deserve to be reminded of the amazing world we live in, and of the amazing lives we’re gifted with … every day, and every second.  I deserve to consume what nourishes the heart and inspires creativity, what feeds the soul and reminds us of our greatness, our wonder, our miracle of consciousness that is granted to us by life, day after day.

I need all these affirmations.  Celebrations.  Libations.  FEASTS – for eyes, heart and intellect.  “Walking in Color”.  Living – truly – in the light of creation, not the darkness and despair of confused men.   And this all mainstream media knows how to portray, is the mangled world of confused men.  We deserve more.  We ARE more.  We can get more, give more, live more and love more … with these simple understandings: that we don’t deserve to be eating up this garbage every day and whining and complaining.  We deserve to be joyful. 

So, make the choices that create that.

It’s not hard.  It’s actually easy-pie.  Anyone can do it.  Little kids know how to do it.  They haven’t forgotten that art of play and the magnificence of “life in the moment”.  It’s ours if we want to recover it, take it back.  No one took it away from us, we GAVE it away!!

So, take it back!



CBC – Our National Broadcaster: are we getting the truth?

CBC TV RADIO - are we getting the truth, or just more corporate drivel?I’ve been noting that the CBC News agency in Canada is basically following the same pattern as all other mainstream news agencies in distracting and deceiving the public.  I’ve written – a month ago – to the ombudsman, but have received no acknowledgement from the Editor-in-Chief, Jennifer McGuire, who supposedly received my inquiry.  So, today, Aug 6th, 2016, I wrote a followup letter.  If any of you fellow Canadians are interested at all in a quality-control reality check on our very own “beloved” national broadcaster, please read on….

ATTN. Melanie Joly, Minister of Canadian Heritage
ATTN. Jennifer McGuire, Editor-in-Chief, CBC News
ATTN. Right Hon. Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada
CC Esther Enkin, CBC Ombudsman

One month ago, I brought the following matters to the attention of the CBC Ombudsman, and was informed that my concerns had been passed on to Jennifer McGuire, Editor-in-Chief of CBC News.  Since I have heard nothing of the acknowledgement of these inquires or the answering of my questions, I am moving up the ladder do deal with people who are overseeing the functioning of CBC news media.

It is my understanding that CBC is a publicly funded news outlet; therefore I am as a taxpayer supporting this news outlet, and that in our democratic constitution, this outlet is answerable to me, the taxpayer.  Please correct me if I am wrong.

It is also my understanding, that in general, mainstream media does not have an onus to serve the public, rather they have a track record of manipulating news coverage to suit their corporate sponsors, as has been recently proven by the collusion between mainstream media in the USA, effectively destroying Bernie Sanders’ campaign for presidential candidacy.  I am noting that our publicly funded media, CBC, is basically following suit in suppressing from the public’s view, stories that would confront their relationship with corporate sponsorship, which implies distortion of the facts in world news coverage to maintain a “status quo” relationship with corporate entities who are basically involved in an elaborate scheme to misinform and deceive the public on a large-scale basis.

Here are some cases in point.  

1. Vladimir Putin bans GMO food production and importation.  Putin says Russia will be #1 exporter of Non-GMO food.  This is a huge Putin bans GMO's in Russiastatement, both in terms of the politics of food production, the implied and controversial “safety” of GMO products, and the apparent conflict-of-interest in corporate influence (ie Monsanto) in its incestuous workings of agriculture and government in North America.  Not a whisper of this ANYWHERE on CBC.

2. GMO’s are now banned in 38 countries world-wide.  There is not a word of this ANYWHERE on CBC.  Is this not “newsworthy”?  Consumers are demanding more and more the right to know what is in their food and to have choices over organic, non-organic, and genetically-modified crops.  Why are we being denied this information?

3. The DNC (Democratic National Committee and Chair in the USA) are being targeted with a class action lawsuit for election fraud.  Not a word of this on CBC.  Both the DNC and its chair, Debbie Wasserman are being investigated for election fraud.  Why are we not hearing about this?

4. Vladimir Putin gave a powerful speech to the St Petersburg International Economic Forum on June 16th.  In it he included warnings about the balance of power in global conflicts, how the US has historically destabilized this balance of power, from as early as 1972, by withdrawing from the ABM treaty. Putin outlined how they had offered real solutions to end the arms race, which were all rejected by the USA.  Now the USA, has established missile defence systems in Romania, which it alleges are to protect against “Iran”, a situation which is fabricated.  Putin’s video is on Youtube.  He is outlining how the USA is basically playing “dirty chess” in the middle east and in eastern Europe in order to establish a military presence that is backed by lies.  This video has 2.2 million views.  THERE IS NOT A WORD OF THE CONTENT OF VLADIMIR PUTIN’S STATEMENTS ON CBC.

So, are we being “sanitized” here?  Are we being denied the very information we need to hear about what is REALLY GOING ON in the world?  Are we just more “polite Canadians” who are going to listen to white-washed news that suits the 1%?

Is our national media outlet, our PUBLICLY FUNDED media outlet, answering to the taxpayers and citizens of Canada by giving us unabridged and un-tainted news, or are we being subjected to the same drivel that the corporate elite are spewing out on the North American public through the “corporate-friendly” mainstream media outlets … who, it turns out, are all owned by about a dozen wealthy corporate empires?

I am not only a Canadian, but I am a citizen of Planet Earth, a place that is currently being decimated by corporate greed and political deceit.  Is the CBC just another arm of this propaganda machine that is covering the asses of the 1%, or is the CBC providing factual, unbiased and truthful information about the state of the planet?

I want an answer to WHO is controlling CBC editorial policy, and why we are not seeing these news items that are shaping the world we live in.

Who, in the government of Canada or in the administration of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, bears the responsibility and mandate to oversee and monitor the editorial policy of CBC; this is the person who needs to speak to this issue and to address these very reasonable questions and inquiries from a Canadian Taxpayer.

I await your anticipated reply on these very important issues, which can undermine or support Canadians’ trust and subscription to their very own national news service.

If I don’t receive acknowledgment from the editorial policy-makers of CBC, I invite you, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, to comment on the responsibility of our national news service.

I thank you in advance for your attention to this topic…

Gary Bandzmer
New Westminster, BC, Canada
Aug 6, 2016


Neil Young & Promise of the Real – The Monsanto Years Film

Hey! Neil Young is Canadian and so am I. Neil Young hates the fascist, fear-mongering, money-pimped bureaucracy that’s currently destroying democracy in Canada and plundering the environment. So do I. Instead of saying more right now, let’s just say less and SING MORE. Thanks Neil, for making this sweet video available. The music is great. The feeling is awesome … share it if you wish!

The Airport Show

Three short poems
inspired by concrete
and saffron of LAX.
( YOU too,
could be a Millionaire
in only three days … )
your violent square
surrounds my tender circle
i am invisible
as i weep into Infinity’s Dream
the Circular Ache
Los Angeles Sky
familiar Blue Friend
Giant Metal Bird
Symbol of Reason
A million Horses
pull it one metre
on God’s

Airplanes In Love


We Who Walk …

They say we’re just passing through this place…
that we won’t be here again.
That there’s scenery along the way, but it doesn’t matter.
That there’s cheap clothing and expensive clothing, but we are buried in rags and our bones turn to dust, so what’s the Big Deal … Armani vs Value Village?
Passing Through Life


They say that no one really knows our journey except We Who Walk It … they say that no one ever really hears what we say, except We Who Say It [ and half the time we’re not listening anyway ], so … what’s all the Noise About. Anyway.

Is Anyone Listening?

They say that No One every goes “back”; that we all go forward only. There is no going back. There is no “back”. You turn around and the cozy home you left is a pillar of salt, or an empty lot, or mummified cat left by a Pharaoh to some unknown Goddess. “Back” is not a word that exists in many languages.

They say we’re just passing through this place: walking determinedly or dancing. Or sometime stumbling. Or a Silly Walk like Monty Python, or a Handicapped walk, like a Frog whose legs were lost in a Romantic French Restaurant … But it’s our very own Walk. And do we LIKE IT, they ask, with that funny Psychotherapist Look in their eyes, DO WE LIKE IT.

Do we like this Little Walk in the Park, this Very Short Walk, this Momentary Walk Under the Aboriginal Skies, this Pastel Walk in a Field of Dreams, this Halting and Struggling Uphill Climb to some Temple we hope exists at the Very Peak of The Tibetan Mountain of the Dead …

They say we’re just Visitors Here. The guests of some Unknown King. Rented Vehicles and False Passports. Secret Agents who have forgotten their Assignment.

And the Dome of Silence is lowered once again. And * Ah Yes * now I remember my assignment. Smell the Colors, Water the Flowers. Nourish the one Seed that bears the Sweetest Fruit.

… and Taste
… this Fragrance
… called “Magic”

Mandala of Me …

So, there is a Secret Art defined…

Some things speak to us: they are intricate, scientific, complex, inviting, technical. I always understood mathematics – to some degree. Logarithms could be exponential, or just plain boring. “Algorithms” can be a matrix of proportional expressions that Google uses to judge a website’s worth.

Or an “algorithm” could be the matrix of your dysfunctional family’s ingrown communications protocols. The matrix we grew up in, is sometimes the matrix we still sit in, unless we’re truly “left home”.

Sometimes, you have to “leave home” to find home.

Or … let’s just say ALWAYS.

Mandala Aloe Verra
This Thing follows you around wherever you go…

A MANDALA, according to my momentary cauldron of uninhibited thought processes, is a symmetrical chemical arrangement, where eons of light have traveled through several Milky Ways, just to fall on your cheap computer screen and arrange “pixels” – made in China – in a way that reminds you of your innate and deep core or center.

I am awed by this sort of thing.

Partly because of the inherent beauty in such an easily-contrived mixture of bad photography and good computer graphics. Partly because it speaks of the Unlimited Arrangement of Things Possible.

Remember Drugs?

Remember what we saw through our Closed Eyes and Open Pupils back in the sixties? We don’t forget that because it spoke to us. Again: about the Deep Arrangement of Things that Occurred Long Before We Were Born.

And the Voice it spoke with is the Voice that is still speaking. The Deep Arrangement of Things. The Arranger. The Lone Arranger.

It’s kind of like the Inner Florist Shop of God. Contains all these Astounding Blueprints of Life. Molecular Chemistry that would blow David Suzuki’s Fuzzy Skull apart. Things Secret to us that are Beyond Sacred, known by All, Discussed by Few, Enjoyed by only a Handful.

And offered to YOU.

Judith’s Buddha-Land, Part III

We Continue our Hike in the Woods.

 Salt Spring Island- Above Clouds

We begin our hike – again – in a Kingdom of Clouds.
Well above the Waterways, the distant and indifferent
Oceans that separate these Islands from the Sun.

Elements: Sky, so Big.  Water: so far away, yet shimmering,
inviting, calming, serene – millions of sequins.

A Million Stars in the Field of Light

So, the Earth is Next.
As are the Standing People,
the Friends who grow out of the Earth;
Protecting, inspiring, uplifting us.
Helping us, Healing us, Guiding us,
Feeling us, Freeing us, Softening the Blow
of the Pointless and Nasty Architectures
of man-made creation.

Sometimes Flower Solitary

Sometimes it’s a Solitary Flower.
It just calls to you.

No Loud Songs, no Rock’n’roll.
Just a quiet little Entity: happily growing
where they are planted.
Happily adding their delicious and humble
tune to the vocabulary of the local gallery.

Always appreciated because of their solitude.
Their “one-ness”.
Their subtle but sweet
Mirroring of the Human Condition.

We are truly Alone in our own Sweetness.


Upturned Roots.

Upturned Roots of a SkyRocket Denizen

I had to print this picture BIG.
It’s just so Luscious and so Green and so Edible
and so Incredible.

These sculptures are not arrogant “installation art shows”
by those who pretend to have “insight”
into Human Nature.

These pictures do not stumble over themselves
in Intellectually-Ordained  Descriptives
that need Dictionaries and Law Degrees.

They are simply Found Art of the most Noble Kind.
Jungle Animals whose Days have ended in Glory:
steeped in the Green Benevolence of the Big Painter.
Painter of the Sky.  The Oceans.
Dreams of the Trees in the Burgundy
of Dusk.

The country of your Eye.
The comfort and shadow
of the small resting place
you call “Home”.

Green Infinity, Onward We Go

Green Infinity.
Onward We Go.
These Open Paths
Are simply Doorways into Trust.
Walking in the Palm of Some Big Hand.
Lined with cotton moss,
occasional Crickets.
Eagles Soaring.
And the odd
of things
that Left
the House.

Inadvertent Vertebrae Thoracic

These are simply Bones.
They belong here, more than I do.
Perhaps a deer, a cow, a large mammal.
We have the same bones; these are in our back.
They are delicately sculpted, every facet and dimension
has purpose.

Now covered in Moss and Straw,
it offers shelter to ants and small bugs.
And supplies yet another sculpture;
a true “installation” of true “art”
that someone gave his life
for the immortality of the Hills.

These things Speak to Us.

Just a Play

Sometimes, it’s just a Play.
Of Shadow, light & Love.
The things that Grow inside us,
and the crumbs we feed to our
only Child.

These things are Alone,
and they remind us of US.
They stay alone,
we pretend to “go” …
back to some place labelled “home”.

But we know we’re only travellers.

... and we will travel again.

We will Travel

Judith’s Buddhistic Paradise – Part II

Outdoor Plumbing The Thing about outdoor plumbing is this: if forces you to get in touch with your bowel movements.

Which is about Your Body, and its priorities.

Not your stupid iPhone.  Idiot Phone.  Text Messing.  What who’s neighbor is thinking about the color of your missing teeth or your mother’s favorite night-time fantasy.  Who cares anyway?

The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is, it’s part of slowing down and feeling the Breeze, the Breath, the Trees, the Depth.  The stupid silent and fragrant Wind that you’ve been ignoring in your Rush to get Nowhere.

The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is … it’s 100% organic, natural and gives back to the earth the very clay that we ingested mere hours ago.  Clay Hamburgers.  Clay Ducks.  Clay Coffee, Sugar and Creme.  Clay Pigeons and Parsley.

The Thing about Outdoor Plumbing, is that it’s You and You Alone with You.  Can you stand the thought of this Blind Date of Dates?  Can you sit comfortably and politely with Who You Are at the Smelly Center of Things and Celebrate Making More Smelliness at the Center of Things?

PART II of PART II – Hike In The Woods.

So, we go on a Hike in the Woods, on the second day of Arrival in the Lost Art of Now, in the Found Land of Buddha, on the Sacred and Unknown Humble mountain-top of South Salt Spring.

And we immediately find two Missing Submarines In The Woods.  The Beatles could have made a Song About This.  But, since they didn’t, I will.  “The Missing Submarines”.  Here we go.


The Navy was Missing Two Submarines.
They were known to be “Items of Interest” to Captains and Cooks alike.
They fell in Love quietly, while playing with Whales,
and forgetting Guns, Warfare and Sailor’s Small-Tales.

They Eloped One Day.
The Whales helped Whisk them Away.
They ended up on a Mountain-top Buddhist Center
A little Rusty, Crusty and Old
but Thankful for being so Bold
as to Defy Logic, Proportion and Duty
To end up in a place of Magnificent Beauty.

And here they Sit, Passing their Time:
Poor as a Beggar, with Nary a Dime.
But their Hearts are Happy; Light as a Feather.
They endure Snow, Heat and Bugs…
(and all kinds of Weather.)
They Sing like the Whales – when No One’s Around…
They’re true-Blue Buddhists and their Bliss Abounds!

Runaway Submarine