I hope that more Americans, while resisting most or all of the Trump agenda, can remember to be virtuous, honest and courageous in action, word and integrity, and in confronting the challenges of our nation, remember that identity politics divides us, while love, understanding, mindfulness and discussion can heal our wounds and take us on the road to solutions and recovery, even with our adversaries and enemies — at home and abroad.

Billions want to say:

‘Oh Islam!’
Whilst we know
We The People
Kill with plane and robot

“Not deliberately!”, we say

Carl Atteniese Jr.

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On a Facebook page dedicated to Buddhism for expatriates in South Korea:


I like most of what you said, however, there is one relative flaw, and that is in the idea that the most evil will change and become a better person when you change inside; I actually fully understand what you mean, and there is an across-the-board strong element of truth here that deals with perception and how we deal with others, adversity and conflict or challenges–but, there are people so ignorantly inculcated and abused–say those in ISIS, who won’t change in any practical time-frame relevant to your immediate dilemma with them; on this particular point I have run the gamut of thought, all the way to abandoning where ever they actually are–but if you look on my page and find the link to a recent ISIS magazine article, you will see that they do not attack us first and foremost over politics or past transgressions; they say, themselves, they attack us because they want caliphate and because we do not accept the supreme laws of Al ‘ah.

Yes, a Zen mind will create the personal and state policies necessary to reduce or eliminate anger and involvement with entities like ISIS, but in particular, ISIS and groups like it will seek you out to conquer you, anyway.

I met a man on a mountain in Korea. He had this to say about Religion:

We all talk about what happens when we die. I met a wise man at the top of Bukhan Mountain in Korea, once, and this is what he told me about where the followers of different religions go:

The Christians go to a resort in the sky if they’re sorry for being jerks and profess to believe. If they’re not, they stay at a place something like the sun–forever. God makes them non-destructible at that point, but able to feel pain.

The Jews don’t go anywhere. They become their own advocates and litigate outside the gates of either place. The reason they don’t get muscled in is no one wants to cross them. They are good in a fight, make good movies and, you never know when you’re going to need a lawyer.

The Buddhists have unlimited lives, but if they’re pains in the ass, they come back as worms, or dogs, or North Koreans. Or  almost worse, they come back as dogs in traditional villages in South Korea, where they are a delicacy.

The Muslims have the best deal. They have to be good–which may include being involved in Mission Impossible-style military campaigns for political causes, which may include suicide, but the rewards are great for this. If they die during one, I hear they go to a place like the Playboy mansion in the sky. If they are bad, they have to hang out with infidels at Fox.

Taoists hitch a ride on a meteor, which mysteriously leaves the atmosphere without crashing, hitched to a flying dragon–who then takes them to some wine and opium-filled after-party in another galaxy.

Atheists just die.

Agnostics sort of die, sort of go to Heaven (where they are rewarded by God for being honest), and sort of go to Hell–on a rotating basis. I hear it’s like riding a merry-go-round through a segmented circle, with parts being like a sex shop, an inferno, and a Woody Allen movie.

Deists go to The God Buffet and have a membership card to all realms–which they can visit at will, but can never stay at permanently. They tend to hang out with the spirits of the Jihadist Muslims at the Playboy Mansion in the sky. Even the women.

Janeists own the whole shebang. Yeah, unbelievable, right? All the realms of the afterlife are concessions, owned by those vegetarian pacifists. I don’t know where they live after death. I think it is some big floating resort called “In Your Face, Nirvana,”  orbiting another star in the constellation, Virgo.

The Hindus are the limo drivers and the Sufis are the therapists and yoga instructors.

The Shintoists just go on tending those sublime shrines and go to sleep at night in the rocks, the trees and the creatures in the breeze.

Nobody knows what happens to American Indians. I think they just continue on as great spirits in the form of living peyote smoke or drum rhythms & chants–everywhere.


Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.

When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s okay to experience fear, but panicking can only make things worse.

My landlady’s daughter just called up the stairs in emphatic distress for me to come down and investigate a sinister and ‘soon-to-explode-like’ repetitive sound coming from the boiler room. She was terrified. I went down and was not too at ease, myself.

I ventured into the dark labyrinth of pipes playing “man-of-the-house” and was wondering, now–myself.. in my ignorance… if in fact the mysterious contraption wasn’t going to explode and blow my innards all over the basement. Several times I walked in, looked for a switch or water gauge, and in quiet, disguised and concealed concern, walked out to talk to ‘Carol’. Most of the conversation centered around my telling her to be calm.

In the absence of any technical knowledge, I advised Carol and my mother–who was now on the scene–to coil a boiler repair man, and to return to the relative safety of the first floor. I went up to the second, where our family lives, and went and used the bathroom. Standing there, I could hear the rattling, patterned sound coming up through the bathroom radiator and it reminded me of when the boiler in our former house needed water. So, I returned to the basement and looked again for a gauge and a valve in that little, noise-filled chamber of a room. Once again, I wondered if
the boiler wasn’t experiencing a gas-pressure problem, and whether I wasn’t going to be blown to bits. I suspended my fear once again.

When I emerged not having solved the problem, and the noise still ominously reverberating throughout the house, I went up and asked Carol where the boiler switch was. My mother chimed in after having called Carol’s mother and my dad, saying in effect, ‘Yes, there is a switch, over there.’ I looked in the stairway and saw the same kind of ‘EMERGENCY’ switch as was in our old house in Lynbrook. I pressed it into the off position. The noise stopped.

After, when we all started breathing more normally (I had really experienced any emotional effects at all, to be honest), Carol said to my mother, ‘Carl is just like my son; nothing bothers him.’

I told Carol what Melanie Beatie once said: ‘There is nothing we cannot do better by being calm’, and I realized something as I climbed the stairs to return to our apartment: Every town could benefit from having a Buddhist monk on a hotline, a balanced human being who knows the value of ‘being here (calmly), NOW.’

People descend into panic all the time, and do not realize that it only makes things worse. The reason they do this is they do not reside in the present moment, where solutions are found.

When an apparent problem arises that may involve some loss–of money, time, health, or worse… even life–people elevate the challenge to crisis level by launching their minds into a future fantasy-scenario. This is like putting a crying baby into a catapult and sending it aloft. What’s that going to accomplish?

If you find yourself losing presence of mind, –when a challenge arises–and you don’t have the benefit of a Monk in town or on a hotline, say to yourself, and other worriers around you the words of Thich Nhat Hanh:

‘If I do not have a problem in this moment
I do not have a problem’

And remember, A problem is disaster; A challenge is an issue you can solve if you are calm, to avoid disaster!

photo 3Arriving is not so great
As being where you are…
On the way

That’s where you see everything
In anticipation

Until you find there is nothing to go to
To anticipate

And everything beautiful
Is all around you

Every moment
In her greatest and most exquisite detail

Where you find out whom you really are


Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.