On the thirteenth we celebrate the blocking of atomic energy in our age, but it should be on the twelveth for that is when the decision was made to drop the bomb on Hiroshima, the estate of the then Emperor, olden and shaken. He wandered the fields planting acorns, if you believe his published journal in Japanese, a friend gave me his translation, knowing the atomic drop would come. Acorns survive the blast and give birth to non-contaminated food that any one can eat and they provide lofty shade in moisture less sky that atomic dropping brings, scalding times as the existing Emperor calls every atomic blast after math.
When do we press for peace?
As I said, his son came and begged for peace and Truman shrugged him off. Everyone had a dream about it and ached. I know for my father did not come to me in dreams nor my mother only the old emperor as he calls himself in his journals. He says to this generation, why have you forsaken me and I say, I and we, I hope, haven’t. We haven’t come into our own yet. When? he asks, after they dropped napalm? We did and then he asked again, after China destroys the ancient city and culture of Tibet. I am trying and so do they, the younger generation but not mine of the sixties and seventies. Too caught in comfort or ozone or too much pressure: too much at stake in homes, literature, and then kids for sale like when taught to do something need it be perfect like a book of shoulds or can it be ready for what they need. Needs take surmounting, I know with my own. But what of others, he asks? I wonder myself as I have grown solitary. Had he? He did but planted acorns nonetheless so I plant in my own as my generation has and seek no solace in others yet till I am known to myself. Inward journeying, all.
Celebrate decisions that cause no action. The victory of the Alliance in the Pacific was not known until the bomb dropped and then no celebration as the Allies knew. What of the cause: seek peace at all costs Eisenhower supposedly said but why invade on Normandy and not Omaha which was protected by the Allies: to rid himself of notable and noteworthy in action strategy. I believe he did it on purpose so he could run for President unopposed. Who wrote this in their journal, the old emperor when he pressed for peace on his own after his son died in prison on Hikkado and he was imprisoned himself and beheaded by the Japanese as a traitor for pursuing peace. The then Emperor hid his tears and tried himself and escaped in a heliocaptor from the now called Reagan Airport and flew to Los Angeles where he had a hideaway and could watch for atomic explosions in the southwest and report on them to the press who celebrated and did not chagrin. Why he asked and was told: Power reigns and one spot ran in the house after the last explosion and hid and said I won’t play outside for a long time. He sensed this and wrote this, the younger one did in his journal and I think it was about me. I looked at the sun through binoculars and was blinded at the moment the explosion took place on land, the last in the United States. But I felt it and said what he wrote about, under my breathe. Take care, you are different he whispered for all the kids in Mexico ran out and in and in the United States they all ran outside except for three in Virginia. Go there and prosper, so I did. I listen to voices and truths of my own. I got a disease in Los Angeles from Los Alamos, the rare Epstien-Barr Virus, which the Japanese Emperors have known as they are sensitive and live close to the land: I ran along the ocean every day in a sickly state of bulemia and swam waters infested with toxics like at the Y. He said leave, in a whisper and slammed the door on LA when I did for when in the Pacific it rained atomic energy again they lauged and went outdoors and I wept and stayed in again. Another is coming. Weep and stay in doors and listen for whispers. Epstein-Barr virus (EBV) is not contagious they said, but I’ve given it to each lover I’ve known quietly and quickly, not wanting too. Eating salmon is desired but gives it anew, so does fat. Atomic Energy is Epstein-Barr. How do I know? I read in spirit and listen in energy modes, like knowing when somebody walks in a western landscape they broaden out like I did and dropped twenty pounds because I didn’t eath for the EBV said I was fat. For EBV gives saluatory expression to what other’s want, just like atomic energy. It makes you feel light then it destroys you. That’s what the Empero wrote in his journal and he said, when you feel light you can be assured that an explosion took place, in the Pacific and in the Northwest commons of the Antartic and Artic, I add but he said Pacific for the audience of Japan. And with it, he said comes diseases I call EBV and will for my doctors sake–you crave and don’t eat and I never have. And it will blow to Los Angels in sixty years, and my little spot will come, and get it and rid of it and with each explotion it will come anew. That’s what atomic energy does: I studied it with acorns. (Emperors are not quoted with quotation marks.)
I’ve had it for twenty six years, every since I’ve left home, another contagion: when you leave home, you’re vulnerable as has each of my lovers been except for one who rid it himself and got it back through a lenghty trial of love. Tee Hee, yes divorced.
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