Author: El

Progressive Zionist, Father of three sons, Grandfather of four boys, four girls, and Great grandfather for one granddaughter. Jewish, Druid, Pagan, Hin-Jew, Hin-Dru, Bu-Jew, Bu-Dru, Pantheist, Democratic Socialist, Life Long Democrat, Writer, Purveyor of unconventional wisdom.

Reincarnation

I have always believed in reincarnation, that when your life ends, you begin a new life in a new body. I believe that the “Nefesh” (the soul in Hebrew) is eternal.  The Nefesh is composed of energy. Science tells us that energy can be neither created nor destroyed.

My first encounter with reincarnation came with a recurring dream.  This began, I think, when I was maybe five or six years old. The fact is that I can’t remember a time when the dream wasn’t recurring.

In the dream I am walking, hand in hand, with a woman. I never see her face. We are casually walking on the shore of a body of water around sunset. In different occurrences of the dream, we are walking besides different bodies of water: Lake Michigan in Chicago, a river (somewhere), one of the oceans, and in one occurence of the dream, two suns are setting (I would guess that that was not on Earth).

What is important about the recurring dream is that it stopped recurring. I used to be able to expect it’s recurrence several times in a week, and this was true from the time I was about five all the way until July of 1998.  It was after I had been living with Ceridwen for awhile, that I realised that I had not had the dream for a few weeks. This is because Ceridwen was the woman in the dream. She is someone with whom  I have spent many life times.  We are “soul mates,” “twin flames.”

While I was on a field trip with my grade school class to the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago. I was in the Egyptian exhibit, looking at some of the mummies.  Of particular interest to me was the mummy of an eleven year old boy. I was reading about him and the thought came to me out of the blue, “I knew this kid. I used to play with him.”  Where did that thought come from?

The last house that I purchased in Kankakee was one that I used to walk past on the way to school. I was always drawn to that house, and had a feeling that I had lived there at some time.  The person who built it was a French-Jewish dry goods merchant with a store in downtown Kankakee. He hired an architect who specialized in designing homes in the Eastlake style, which used oriental lines to modify Victorian designs.  It had a pagoda like look.

When the movie Titanic came out I was one of the first to see it.  I could not sit through it. When the scene came with the ship’s stern straight up in the water, I had to leave the theatre. I sat in my car and trembled. It was like I had been on the ship when it went down.

So, what precisely do I think happens; what are the conditions present, when we reincarnate?

I do not think that there is much of a time gap between the moment your Nefesh leaves your body and the moment it takes it’s place in a new body. Perhaps just moments after your death, and just moments before you are born. The way time passes “between the worlds” may be totally different than the way we perceive it in our present life.

For a time I studied with the Rosicrucians (AMORC) out of San Jose CA. They teach that each incarnation happens at a 144 year interval. I don’t believe that as I don’t see what purpose it could possibly serve. On the other hand, it may be that time just stops going forward for the newly dead, and so it seems like there is an interval.

I suspect that you might alternate genders with each incarnation. This is not something I considered when I wrote my own preprogramming script for my next incarnation. Perhaps this is why the phenomenon of trans genderism has become prevalent.

Some teachers suggest that when you reincarnate that you can do so into the past or the future. Personally I think that you only go into the future.

Some teachers say that your memory is wiped clean in the beginning of each incarnation.  I think that you can preprogram your next incarnation, so that you don’t loose any of your memories of the things you learned in the previous life. I suspect that this is what accounts for the phenomenon of geniuses.

I may have other ideas further on. I will edit this article accordingly.

An Open Letter to Coast Central Credit Union

 

TO: Member Support
Coast Central Credit Union

SUBJECT: NSF fees on Debit Card transactions

My wife and I have been members of Coast Central for quite awhile (10-15 years). Up until very recently we have never been charged a “Non Sufficient Funds” fee on a Debit Card transaction. It’s actually the reason we do not write checks, because those have always been subject to such fees.

When I use my Visa (charge card) for a transaction, Visa does not charge me a fee if I don’t have enough in my account. Why are Debit Cards suddenly being treated differently?

Does this mean I will be charged an NSF fee at the Co-Op if I attempt to pay for my groceries and my balance is too low?

When was this new policy enacted?

Why wasn’t I notified, in writing (via USPS) of this change?

You might lose a member over this policy.

I will certainly bring it up in social media.

You might lose A LOT of members over this. If a credit union is acting like a for-profit bank, why use credit unions?

I might share this letter with the North Coast Journal. It will certainly be shared on my blog. (https://el.urgod.org)

 

I’m more Jewish now than I ever have been

The transition began with October 7th 2023. That was the day that the terrorist group Hamas savagely attacked communities in Southern Israel and a music festival from their base in Gaza, murdering, raping, disemboweling, innocent Israeli men, women, children, infants and the elderly.  News reports say that over 1400 were gunned down, gang raped and dismembered by savage inhuman adherents to the “religion of Peace.”

I won’t got into any more details. You can read about those elsewhere, but the effect it had on me, over time, caused me to embrace the Jewish side of my persona more so than at any other time in my life, even more so than my visit to Israel in 1974.

So, if you are wondering why my writings and missives on this blog are emphasising Judaism more than in the past, this is the reason.  This year I have visited a Rabbi, afixed a Mezuzah to both my front and back doors, actively lit the candles and recited the prayers for Channukah, began observing Shabbat on Friday evenings by wearing a Kippot  and been attending the Zoom broadcast of Shabbat services from Central Synagogue in New York City.  I also attended the public lighting of the Menorah on the eighth night of Channukah in Olde Towne Eureka.

I haven’t found a spiritual home here as yet. There are two Synagogues here: Temple Beth El in Eureka, and the Chabad Jewish Center in Arcata. Rabbi Cowen of the Chabad house in Arcata was the Rabbi I met with this past summer, and the one I have had the most interaction with (through the Facebook Humboldt Jewish Community group). I would probably be more inclined to attend Temple Beth El (a Reform congregation more like the one I occasionally attended in Chicago) if it weren’t for the fact that Rabbi Naomi believes all the falsehoods spoken about Israel by both the Right and the Left (“Apartheid,” “Occupation,” “Genocide,” “Illegal Settlements,” etc.).  On the other hand Chabad is very, very orthodox and extreme in it’s practices, even though I am very impressed with Rabbi Cowen (his joy is infectious). I find the ultra orthodox Chabad a bit too extreme for my comfort level. Still, if I am going to become a member of a Jewish community, Chabad attracts me for it’s unabashed allegiance to the Jewish state of Israel, rather than the mealy mouthed, denial of Judaisms intrinsic attachment to Zionism, that some so called “Progressive” Jews embrace.  I cannot fathom the embrace of a form of anti-semitism (anti-Zionism) that some of these folks espouse.

I am a Progressive myself. I always have been. The doctrines of Islam are some of the most anti-Progressive I have ever witnessed (misogyny, anti-LGBTQ, pro-slavery, anti- Human rights, anti-democracy) and nearly every Islamic dominated nation on this planet exhibits the same inhumane traits.  Yet many so-called Progressives would rather support such regimes (which a “Palestinian” state would inevitably become) rather than support Israel, which is by far one of the most Progressive states on the planet, perhaps even more so than the United States.

Programming my next incarnation

MY BIRTH DAY, DAY ONE:

It is sometime between November 15 2053, and November 15, 2073.  A few hours ago  I fell asleep.  I have awoken to a dream, a bright light  at the end of a tunnel is opening up before me. I can hear the muffled sound of machines, and peoples voices and alarms coming from the light, which I now see is a portal. I am being swept along, closer and closer to the light.

As I am discharged from my mother’s womb, I have to close my eyes. The light is too bright. I feel the slight pain as my umbilical cord is clipped and I am totally separated from my mother. I am being passed around from person to person, and finally my mother takes me in her arms, “what a beautiful boy you are,” she says to me and kisses me. She is SO HUGE!  Everyone and everything is huge! It finally dawns on me what has happened: a few hours, days, weeks, ago I was a retired journalist living with my wife in Eureka California.  Now I am a new born infant. The last I remember from my old life was Ceridwen, my wife and soul mate of many lifetimes, kissing me and saying good night. I have no memories of anything between then and now.

My mother presents her teat to me, and  I greedily suck down her nourishing milk. There is nothing much I can do at this point. I don’t seem to have any control over my bladder or bowels, nor can I walk. I realize that I need to recover, to grow and evolve. I can do that. But right now I need to sleep.

I awake a few hours later. I look around the room I am in, but the high walls of the bassinette I am in don’t let me see too much. The only way I have to communicate is to cry as loud as I can, so that’s what I do. Also, my butt and genitals are wet and there is a mushy substance, and I am hungry.

A man comes to me and takes me from the bassinette. I’m trying to get a good look at him.  I know this is not my mother.  He strips the diaper from me, cleans me up with some cloths and puts a fresh diaper no me. Then he carries me into another room, where my mother awaits in her bed. He hands me over to her, and she once again presents her breast to me. I hungrily take in as much of her milk as I can, and I fall asleep in the process.

I have roughly figured out that about six days have passed since my birth. I have ascertained that from what I can remember from past lives, when I raised children of my own. Days seem to be twenty four hours long. The first few days after my birth, the breast was presented to me about every hour. After a few weeks this was cut down to every three hours. Now it happens every four.  In between feedings I sleep, but I am starting to take time to think about what is happening to me, and also to calculate the passage of time, and I am starting to take note of my surroundings.

The man who comes to me sometimes when I cry I think must be my father. He’s a big guy (well, everyone is big except me).  He has hair on his face which I can reach for with my hands and pull. This makes him laugh. He is also wearing some metal object that covers his eyes. I grab at that too. He picks me up and holds my chest against his shoulder. I can see what is behind him. I notice he wears something on his head. I grab at that, but it is attached somehow. He has lots of hair on his head. I have no hair. Not anywhere. He hands me off to mother.

DAY EIGHT:

After I drink her milk. She looks at me and says, “It has been eight days since you came into our life. Your father and I have something special planned. We’re going to Temple now. We’re going to see the mohel!”  

My mother has dressed me up. I can’t really see how I look, but from the way she is looking at me I must look pretty good. They bundle me up and place me in a special chair, sitting upright and I am in the car and facing the back of the seat. I can’t tell where we are going.

I am taken into a building. There are lots of adults there, but also smaller versions of themselves, all milling around.  I hear music for the first time in my life. I think I remember this first song from my past life: “Kol od balevav penimah…” I hear some men speaking, praying. Four men and my father now surround me. I am on my back looking up at them. I see my mothers face peering lovingly at me, from just behind my father, so I have no fear. The men all have beards  and are all wearing the little hat like my father wears They are also wearing a kind of white and blue cape like thing. As the men pray they take my diaper off, and then …..OUCH! I cry. That really, really hurt! Then a big celebration happens. There is singing and dancing and I am paraded about on my fathers shoulders, and I forget about the pain I have just endured.  Then my mother comes and gets me, and presents her breast. I drink and fall asleep.

SIX MONTHS:

Mom withheld her breast today, at least at first. She gave me a spoonful of something fruity and somewhat solid. It was pretty good. After that she gave me her breast and I then I fell asleep.

1 YEAR, 4 MONTHS:

Mom has been withholding her breast more and more, and feeding me other food from a spoon more and more. Today, after breakfast she took my diaper off, but she didn’t replace it. Instead she sat me on the toilet. It was big!  And kinda scary.  She told me to let her or dad know if I had to pee or poop. To not go in my pants.

I started speaking about five months ago, so now pretty proficient at telling my parents what I need.  My dad has started to teach me how to read Hebrew, and my communication skills have vastly improved because of that.

1 YEAR, 6 MONTHS:

Today was the last day my mother breastfed me. I am pretty proficient at using a spoon and a sippy cup.  I have not worn a diaper over night for the past three months and I rarely have an accident. Also, I have started to dress myself. I haven’t quite mastered tying my shoes yet. But I’m getting better.

2 YEARS:

My father has started to speak in another language to me, and has shown me some books in that language. It is called English. It’s in a whole different alphabet.

My father is a Rabbi. My mother is a gynecologist.  We live in the new city of Jerusalem in Israel. In addition to being a medical doctor my mother is also the department head of the gynecology dept at Hebrew University Medical School.

4 YEARS:

I start preschool this year. My parents have relocated to a Kibbutz that is mostly made up of people in the professions and the tech industries. I’ve been in pre-school for six weeks. My teachers don’t think I belong there. I am so much more advanced than the other kids.  In January the decision was made to advance me to Second Grade, as my reading proficiency is far beyond what I’ve been exposed to in pre-school.

5 YEARS: 

I’ve been reading books from our Kibbutiz library computer.  The books I was given in Second Grade just weren’t challenging to me.  I stated to read some classic Science Fiction, like Heinlein, Asimov and some fantasy like Tolkein.

5 YEARS 2 MONTHS:

When I arrived at school today I was ushered into the headmasters office. My test results came back, and it has been decided to advance me into the Eighth Grade.

The thing that has been happening, over and over again, is that when new material is presented to me I already know it. It’s like it’s been lying dormant in a corner of my mind, waiting to be coxed out.  They tell me that my reading level is at Ninth Grade level, and my mathematics skills are bordering on calculous.  History has been a breeze, since, as mentioned before, I know historical information before it is presented.  It is almost as if I had learned all this stuff in a past life, and retained it all as memory.

7 YEARS, 6 MONTHS:

I have a baby sister! Her name is Ruth. I plan on teaching her all that I know. Just as soon as she quits using diapers.

12 YEARS, 6 MONTHS:

I graduated from High School today.  Next week is my Junior College graduation. I’ve already started on my Junior Year at Hebrew University.

13 YEARS:  

I was Bar Mitsvah today. My dad was the presiding Rabbi.

14 YEARS:

I received my Bachelors Degree in Applied Science from Hebrew University.

15 YEARS:

I received my Masters Degree in Astrophysics.

15 YEARS, 3 MONTHS:

I was awarded a PHD in Astrophysics.  At this rate I should get a Nobel Prize by the time I reach 21. Maybe.

I started my job at Hebrew University. I’ll be a teaching professor in Astronomy. In the meantime I am studying exoplanets in the Andromeda Galaxy. I’ve been granted access to the newly deployed Tyson (Named after the late Neil Degrasse Tyson) Space Telescope.

18 YEARS:

I’ve been dating a girl from our kibbutz for about a year now. Her mother is from Korea (and has converted to Judaism) and her father is a close friend of my mothers who is a neurosurgeon. Her name is Zelda and we have many of the same interests, including Science Fiction and roll playing games. She’s studying to be an astrophysicist too. She’s about two years older than I am, but that’s not something I am worried about.

18 YEARS, 7 MONTHS:

Zelda just informed me that she is pregnant.  We will meet with all four of our parents at Shabbat dinner tonight. This does not promise to be a very pleasant evening.

18 YEARS, 10 MONTHS: 

Zelda and I were married today. The wedding was held in the Kibbutz park, and the entire community attended, as well as most of the staff from Hebrew University. My father presided, my best friend Jacob, was best man, and my sister Ruth was the flower girl.

19 YEARS, 4 MONTHS:

Zelda gave birth to identical twins.  I am a dad. We named them Jordana and Jessica.

19 YEARS, 11 MONTHS:

My sister Ruth had her Bat-Mitzvah today. She did really well reading the Torah portion.

21 YEARS:

On a lark Zelda and I took a night off from the kids and drove into Sefad, the Kabbalistic “capital” of Israel. We visited a psychic medium named Deva who told Zelda some things that I immediately concurred with.  In her immediate past life, Zelda’s name was Ceridwen. We were married at that time, and in fact have spent many, many lifetimes together. In our immediate past life, she had grown up in Upper Michigan and I in Chicago.  We met each other at age 46 in California, circa 1998. Zelda and Ceridwen apparently had more in common than just, well, me:  Both were/are fascinated by the ancient Celts and specifically Wales and Scotland. Both were/are enamoured of Highland “coos.” Both of them were/are astrologers.

Now I know what “on the nose” means.

Am I a hypocrite?

Maybe.  There are lifestyle modalities that I have promoted and taught to people over the years that, for whatever reason, I haven’t been able to  practice myself. But I don’t believe that it is totally my own fault. Is it?

Back in High School, my best friend, Louis Dolmon gifted me with a copy of Robert Heinlein’s Stranger In A Strange Land (SiaSL).  This book had a major impact on me, and in fact still does to this day.  There were a few other novels of Heinlein’s that I enjoyed and which shared some of the same themes.  The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, The Door Into Summer, and Friday, to name just a few.  The particular themes that I most responded to were those of Polyfidelity (group marriage), naturism, (social nudity) and intentional community.  I have taught the merits of all of these over my “Pagan” career, and encouraged people to practice them. However, personally, I have only partaken of one of these myself, and even then not for a very long time.  I live in Israel for the better part of 1974 in an intentional community; a kibbutz.

The rest? Not so much. Well, not at all. But we (Ceridwen and I) tried to make things manifest.

NATURISM (AKA, Nudism, AKA, social nudity):

Prior to Ceridwen, I was “married” to Qadisha, and lived in Santa Cruz County, CA. She knew of my interest in naturism, but oddly, never allowed me to be exposed to it, even though there was plenty of opportunity in Santa Cruz.  There were five clothing optional beaches, two  hot tub “spas” with community tubs, and there was Lupin Lodge up in the Santa Cruz mountains.  I went to a clothing optional beach exactly once, by myself.  I also went to Kiva a couple times, by myself. I also enjoyed a free pass to Lupin Lodge once.  I loved all of it, but I hated being by myself. Also, as I discovered at Lupin, single males are discouraged from this lifestyle. I like people. I wanted friends who had shared interests, but Qadisha, I guess, was “protecting” me. I remember going to Well Within once with Qadisha, who did not know that I knew the nature of the business.  She asked me to stay in the car while she went in to conduct some business (was she scoring some weed?).

While living in Santa Cruz, I joined the Church of All Worlds (CAW), and attended a meeting at the home of Tom and Joy Williams, who were leaders in CAW.  CAW (as it was inspired by SiaSL) held  a reputation for promoting polyfidelity and naturism. The meeting was intended to organize a “nest” (congregation) of CAW. Nothing really jelled with that, but I did meet the man who would become my Santa Cruz “best friend,” Duane Adam Rostoker (aka: “Adam Walks Between Worlds”).

In 1998 we moved from Santa Cruz to Ashland OR, and that was the end of opportunities for naturist adventures.

It was in Ashland that my relationship with Qadisha ended, and my relationship with Ceridwen began. It should be noted that Ceridwen, prior to meeting me, had regularly engaged in naturist activities. She lived in Santa Cruz, and there was/is an abundance of opportunity there to be “clothing optional.”

Ceridwen was the driving force that instigated the evolution of Order of the Mithril Star (OMS) (which Adam and I conceived) into the Reformed Druids of Gaia (RDG), and in fact RDG was her vision.

In 2004 we moved from Grants Pass OR to Eureka CA (where we still live today). The main reason was that OMS’ (and later RDG’s) sacred tree is the Coast Redwood (Sequoia Sempervirons). The thing is that there are no Redwoods in Oregon. Since OMS’ sacred tree is the Redwood, and we were the leaders of OMS, it seemed logical that we should live where the Redwood is indigenous. Eureka, in it’s heyday, was the center of the logging industry which reduced the Coast Redwood to 3.5% of what it once was. Happily, there hasn’t been any significant logging activity for about the past two decades.

RDG held yearly Reformed Druid gatherings at Humboldt Redwoods State Park. People were informed that these gatherings, owing to the privacy of the camp ground we retained, were clothing optional events. RDG’s course in how to be  a Druid, The Druid Path includes text promoting nudity for ritual and social activities, since RDG is most definitely an SiaSL inspired “organism.” So one might expect that some would take the opportunity to shed their cloths.

No one ever took their clothes off.

POLYFIDELITY:

This means a group relationship involving any number of men and women (Gay and/or Straight) who make a commitment to one another to love, honor, and protect each other; possibly raise children, and to restrict sexual activity to only those in the contract. Group Marriage.  One temporarily successful group marriage was the Kerista Commune. They lasted about twenty years, and it is said that a remnant of the group still exists on the island of Maui in Hawaii.

As an SiaSL inspired organization, we have promoted polyfidelity, and Ceridwen and I seriously sought after another wife or husband (or more). We actually had one really good shot at it. A woman from Southern California who was a member of OMS “courted” us for about three months, even visiting us when Ceridwen and I lived in King Salmon (just south of Eureka).  As things developed, it turned out that she wasn’t so much interested in a relationship with Ceridwen and I as she was in one with me.  Ceridwen and I are a package deal, so, no deal.  After that we never again met anyone who was at all interested. We had a series of female house mates over from 2004 until 2019, and we hoped that at least one of them would evolved into the “third” that we desired.  When it came time to replace our ageing queen size mattress, we opted for an Eastern King, to at least “prime the pump” for a polyamorous relationship to develop (an Eastern King will easily sleep three).

Prior to Ceridwen, Qadisha expressed interest in polyamory  (polyfidelities’ poor cousin). In a simple ritual, we pledged we would pursue polyamory. As it turned out, what she really wanted was to sleep with her ex-boyfriend in Eugene OR. She wasn’t interested in my pursuing a poly relationship (with anyone) at all.

Ceridwen had over time participated in various polyfideletous relationships, both when she lived in Madison WI, and again in Santa Cruz.

One of our Archdruids actually had a poly relationship involving her boy friend and another woman. It was not so successful. After about nine months, our AD came home from work to find that her boy friend and her “sister wife” had left her. This also happened to another couple whom I stayed with in Santa Cruz.

Ceridwen and I will turn seventy-two very soon. Her in  a few days from now, and myself in mid-November. We haven’t totally given up on acquiring a “sister wife” or “brother husband,”  but we’re not going to hold our breathe either.

INTENTIONAL COMMUNITY:
We’ve had a business plan and outline for a  “Druid Monastery” for well over twenty years now (click here) but we’ve experienced nothing but tsuris for our efforts. When we first exposed OMS members to the idea, we were inundated with a lot of complaining from members, that we couldn’t possibly raise the kind of money for the infrastructure we would require, and “…anyway it’s just yours and Ceridwen’s selfish retirement plan.”

Over the last twenty-five years, we’ve raised $1,050 towards this plan. So, there’s still hope, right?

 

 

I remember the MacMullen family reunions

I think the last time I was in attendance at one of these was maybe 1963, or earlier.  My maternal grandmothers family, the MacMullens used to hold a “clan gathering” (family reunion) every year at Kankakee River State Park. This always occurred on the Sunday closest to the Jewish holiday of Shavuot, which celebrates the giving of the Torah to Moses and therefore to Israel.  Now days Moses is said to be the first person to download data from the cloud unto a tablet.

I know what you are thinking:  a Scottish clan? Jews?  Yep.  Like many European Jewish families, my grandmothers family was chased around the continent a bit. From somewhere in the Balkans, the Bonewitzes<sp?> were chased away, probably as the result of a pogrom or pogroms, and eventually landed in the Scottish Highlands. There they changed their name to MacMullen and adopted that clans tartan, as well as a boatload of Scottish custom.  So the MacMullen clan gathering was a mixture of Jewish and Scottish cultural adaptations.

I remember the men wearing kilts with matching kippah, some wonderful BBQ chicken, burgers, and assortments of salads, chips and deserts. There was a little train ride that carried kids all around the park.  There were bagpipes and Highland Games including the tug-o-war, the hammer throw and tossing the caber.  The Rabbi from our synagogue on the south side of Chicago was also in attendance.

I remember some of us discovering that if you ate a lot of angel-food cake you could drink all the Coca Cola you wanted without getting sick.

A Scots-Jewish “kippah,” made from the official Jewish tartan

I don’t remember attending one of these after Shavuot 1963 (when I was going to turn 10 years old). Whoever was the organizer of this even either passed away or got sick or just stopped. So this has become a fond but very vague memory after all these years.

 

Why do we pay taxes? Two answers

I saw this on Facebook today:

The author of this meme doesn’t seem to understand the purpose or benefit of taxation. Rather, they seem to believe that taxation is some sort of punishment. I’ve seen this before. It is a popular notion among Ayn Rand devotees (aka: Libertarians).

WHY DO WE PAY TAXES?  Two answers:

ANSWER ONE:
Taxes fund public services and infrastructure that benefit society.
Here’s a breakdown of why taxes are paid:

1. Funding Public Goods and Services:
Essential Services: Taxes finance fundamental services like national defense, law enforcement, fire protection, and the justice system.
Infrastructure: Taxes are used to build and maintain roads, bridges, public transportation, and other vital infrastructure.
Education: Public schools, universities, and other educational programs are funded through taxes.
Healthcare: Taxes support public healthcare programs like Medicare and Medicaid.
Social Welfare Programs: Taxes fund programs that provide assistance to those in need, such as unemployment benefits and welfare programs.

2. Promoting Social Well-being:
Public Safety: Taxes help fund police and fire departments, contributing to a safer environment.
Parks and Recreation: Taxes support the maintenance of parks, libraries, and recreational facilities.
Environmental Protection: Taxes can be used to fund environmental conservation efforts and address pollution.

3. Ensuring a Functioning Society:
Government Operations: Taxes pay for the salaries of government employees and the cost of running government agencies.
Economic Stability: Taxes can be used to manage the economy and promote economic growth.
In essence, taxes are a collective contribution that enables a functioning and prosperous society by funding the essential services and programs that benefit everyone.

ANSWER TWO:
Why you would not want to live in a country with no taxes
While the prospect of living in a country with no taxes might seem appealing at first glance, there are several reasons why this might not be a desirable or even viable option in the long run. 
Here are some key considerations:
1. Reduced or Non-existent Public Services:
  • Limited infrastructure: Countries without taxes might struggle to fund essential infrastructure like roads, bridges, public transportation, and reliable utilities (water, electricity, internet).
  • Poorly funded education: Public education systems may be weak, understaffed, or even non-existent, potentially impacting the future prospects of residents and the overall workforce.

    • Inadequate healthcare: Access to affordable and quality healthcare might be severely limited, forcing individuals to rely on expensive private care or travel abroad for treatment.
    • Weak or absent social safety nets: There may be a lack of social welfare programs to support the elderly, disabled, unemployed, or those facing hardship.
    • Limited public safety and security: Law enforcement, emergency services, and a functioning justice system might be underfunded or unreliable, potentially leading to higher crime rates and reduced security. 
    2. Economic Instability and Uncertainty:
    • Reliance on volatile revenue sources: Countries without taxes often depend on alternative revenue streams like natural resource extraction (e.g., oil, gas) or tourism, which can fluctuate significantly and create economic instability.
    • Lack of investment in long-term development: Without a stable tax base, governments may be unable to invest in long-term economic growth, research, and development, potentially hindering future prosperity.

      • Potential for corruption and inequality: A lack of transparency and accountability in the absence of a well-defined tax system can create opportunities for corruption and exacerbate wealth inequality. 
      3. Quality of Life Concerns:
      • Lower overall quality of life: The combination of limited public services, potential economic instability, and a lack of social safety nets can negatively impact the overall quality of life for residents.
      • Increased personal expenses: Residents might have to pay out-of-pocket for services typically funded by taxes, such as education, healthcare, and even basic infrastructure maintenance, leading to higher living costs.
      • Potential for social unrest: A lack of basic services and economic opportunities can lead to social unrest, instability, and even political upheaval.
        In conclusion: While eliminating taxes can seem appealing in theory, the practical implications of living in a country with no taxes are significant and can lead to a diminished quality of life, economic instability, and a lack of essential public services. Most developed nations rely on tax revenue to fund vital infrastructure, social programs, and services that contribute to a stable and prosperous society.

There are some countries that do not have an income tax:

Every tree is precious

The Redwood rain forest once covered an area starting just inside the Oregon/California border, running south to about San Luis Obisbo, and East-West from the Pacific to the Cascade Mountains.  That was solid forest, 744 miles long, about 150 miles wide (111,600 square miles).  A squirrel could travel from tree top to tree top and never have to hit the ground.  This forest teemed with Grizzly, Deer, Elk, and Black Bear,  and Bald Eagles, Golden Eagles, Condor, Snowy Egrets, and many, many more. Salmon and Steelhead were abundant in our streams, and there was probably a sizeable population of banana slugs.  Indigenous homo-sapien tribes lived and worked and grew old and thrived, without impacting the environment. Some of these tribes believed that the giant trees were gods.  Then the white man came.  Today, less than four percent of this forest is left, most of it in Humboldt, DelNorte, and Mendocino Counties. So, every tree is precious ,,,,,

A couple of years ago there was a tiny stand of Redwood that stood on two lots, off Harris between Sequoia Ave and Girard Court. There is some kind of PG&E station there, which could hardly be seen with the trees. They clear cut that little stand. The stumps are quite visible. The owner of the West part threw up a fence, and now has a travel trailer parked inside. I’m guessing he lives there and someday he’ll build a house. I don’t know what PG&Es excuse was. At the time it made me sick. I still drive past there and kind of mourn.

A few years back I published a petition on the Move On site, calling for a 200 year moratorium on the harvest, sale, and manufacturing of goods from the Redwood rain forest.

Save what remains. Sign this petition:

SAVE THE REDWOODS

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