Hello everyone!

As many of you already know, I am currently investigating alternatives to Facebook and here are my reports:

Knowing that people have become very used to the format of the current Facebook layout, I looked at these new social networking sites a little cautiously.
But, I remember when the switch from Friendster to my space seemed, weird, and even more so when everyone made the switch from Myspace to Facebook. Remember that? everyone was like “WTF?”
Growing up, I remember not knowing the difference between a hamburger from McDonald’s and a tri-tip steak cooked at home. As I grew up, I came to develop a taste for quality and fresh ingredients, and I think the same thing will happen for millions of users who have been on facebook but are tired of the junk food they serve.

So, as I migrate I remind myself that new things take time to get used to, and that these alternate sites, are just new formats. I predict that one of the following sites will become the like a Facebook for adults who have grown up online and require privacy, freedom of use, AND a fun easy interface. I am hedging my bets and joining them all.
My report:

Very stripped down. for people who made the myspace-facebook migration this will seem oddly familiar. not a lot of format, and delineation, meaning not a lot of lines and boxes. May take a second to get used to this, but seeing as half the boxes on FB are for ads anyway, it’s actually refreshing. Based on the same social networking structure, you can add friends, post to a news feed, and create groups. You can also upload pictures, and create albums.
This group has a lot of promise to me because it was created and is now run by artists. It’s really minimal and only in it’s first public test round of beta developments. It basically has all the things facebook does but in different positions on the screen.
See the screen shot:

This is a far more technically advanced platform than Ello, and nearly all of the controls and functions are self explanatory. Very similar to Facebook, in terms of lines and boxes, this, because of it’s familiarity, will probably break out faster than Ello. Truthfully, I wish they both were combined into one service, with the self explanatory nature of boxes and functions in Sgrouples, and the minimalism of ello.
See the screen shot.

Between the two, I think at present Sgrouples has a better shot at taking a bigger share of the market, (Us) while Ello has a more long range appeal, due to it’s artistic template. Mark Weinstein, founder of Sgrouples has had both failures and successes in the internet field, so sgrouple may have a little more back story and engineering pool depth.
On the other hand Paul Budnitz, founder of Ello, has that wild card, “let’s do something new!” vibe, and is getting 40,000 requests per hour, and his ad-free model is based on his belief that users will pay a small fee for special services, like multiple profiles, and custom artwork from other members.An economic infrastructure model if you will.

Either way, the service that caters to artists, and creative types will win a huge following right out of the gate.
Facebook was supposed to be a way to share your life, and art with the world.
Now it won’t even let you post to your own friends, and controls every click, and bombards you with ads, and cyberstalks your every move, selling it to companies, while making you pay just to get a post out to your network.

As I stated before, unless Facebok rescinds it’s “real names policy” I will be leaving on Halloween, and taking as many people as I can with me to new social networking sites. When I did this with Facebook, 466 people came with me within a week.
Who knows how this will turn out, but it doesn’t matter. Facebook is no longer the platform for the people. We have been sold out.

If you have any information on other social networking sites, please let me know and I will do a report.

More news at 11:
Piero, 2014.

sgrouples reportello report

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Spiritual warfare 101: Field tactics for combating fear. (From an expert on fear)



These days, all day long every day, media makes a solid business out of making you fear for your life and liberty.

you know exactly what I am talking about.
Then, they sell you things to distract you from the fear they introduced.
It’s brilliant and beyond evil, because it robs you, of you.

Every person has the power to protect their life and their loved ones from the toxic, and deadly effects of fear. And it is crazy simple.

Stop a second, breathe deeply, and remember the following:

You don’t have to be scared. You are not alone.
The world can be difficult at times but it is been this way forever, and no one can take away your dignity except you, because you were created for a reason, and you get to choose what that is. It is the empowerment that the universe grants all humans.
No outside judgement, nor words, nor other person can contain this power.
Only you can.
Take it. Accept it. Own it. Own your given power.

You are not your history, not your money, not your past, not your belongings, and not the sum of how others see or perceive you and your person.
You are a free, sentient, mobile, creative, expression of human power waiting to expand itself into the universe and into the lives of others, in ways you haven’t even dreamed of yet.
Today, you decide what is important, what your mission is, and how to raise yourself.
Today, love and respect yourself first, and keep your space, and voice, and ask for the things you want and need. The universe hears and responds to the thoughtful creative process of human imagination and belief.

You are not alone.
We are not alone.

Orula no se equivoca

Love, Me.

©Piero Amadeo Infante, 2014

(Tarot card: “the tower”, signifying danger, crisis and destruction, but also escape from disaster, and change through upheaval. From the traditional European deck)

Nice article about my band ALTA CALI!


Blood in my coffee and the nation of thieves.

Blood in my coffee and the nation of thieves.

(WARNING. Explicit content. NSFW)

There is blood in my coffee.
I bought it, made it, and stared at it for an hour.

It made me think, that if you are trained in a belief your entire life, and meet nothing that shatters your perceptions enough to change that belief, that you are a slave, regardless of your money, wealth, power, or privilege.
I notice that even the mention of this, makes a lot of people who are privileged, and content in their status, nervous, hostile or cry foul, which is a vast irony since ethically, someone knowingly or unknowingly killing another, should not be in a position to cry foul as they do so.
I am killing someone today with this coffee.
Seriously. Somewhere on the Borders between two coffee producing regions, someone got their brains blown out for this very coffee I am drinking. And that’s just the start of it.

I was raised in the west. This shall always affect my outlook, my thought process, and my ideology. It is a lens through which I see other things.

I was raised in a national culture where every single thing of merit is historically whitewashed and attributed to white people, (of over a dozen different cultures. there is no “one white people”) where all history is slanted in favor of the winners, because winners always write the history.

Where hatred, arrogance, and fear is a large part of European Judeo-Christian Culture and systemic western philosophical thought, I openly question so-called western “history”, find that a large part of it’s “science” is actually African, Asian, Middle eastern, and indigenous of origin, and I laugh at it’s so-called “Democracy” that gives me whatever I want if I play along, but robs my fellow humans of the most basic human rights and needs, while patting me on the back and rewarding my complicit silence.

There are many people who know this, usually older like me, who have come out of the collective narcissism fostered and marketed by this culture, that is a parasite on all youth, and all youthful thought and energy, and that distracts the young from action, and political forward progress. There was a brief moment in my childhood, where there was a mass youth movement against the slavemasters of this country, but everyone was killed or imprisoned, and then those ruling families, then purchased every single media outlet that had once been a channel or venue for youth to participate in class revolt. Music is now, nationally, often a tool of the masters.
I’d say, looking around that they pretty much won.
There will be another round, I am sure. This is a natural cycle of evolution.

As fate would have, it I was raised in a nearly all black Neighborhood and family, in a family where everyone is a different color, and saw over the years the caste system enforced across the colors of my family everywhere we went. I being the whitest, was not only treated better by my grandmother, but am also able to blend in with white people more than my siblings, Which not only exposed me to straight ahead old school racism, but also liberal racism, and even black racism towards non-black people in Oakland. I am a spy in the house of races.

The thing that makes me saddest about all this is that I see the success of evil (read selfish) people who work together, themselves victims of their own brainwashing, while my own, (mixed/All colors/White/Latino/Black/Indigenous) suffer from the most self hating, jealous, backbiting, selfish behavior towards one another I have ever seen between a species.
Looking up the class ladder, I see that it is about money, while down here, (I am I think, middle class now) it is about color. Billionaires, have no problem working closely with other races to promote their global agenda, while two people from the neighborhood often fight to death for scraps or bragging rights.

When you deliberately shatter your lens (as I attempt, and usually fail to do. it grows back with astonishing speed) you will discover that we are like the child at the bosom of a dedicated thief. A country of people who have lived by the theft and murder committed by our masters so long that we see nothing wrong with it.

A people so controlled by comforts that a person of another color might as well be on a distant planet.
A people so distracted and hypnotized by our learned lifestyle, that rape, child trafficking, land grabbing, drone bombing, suicide attacks, institutionalized racism, mass genocide, and wholesale brainwashing complete with constant temptation of explicit sexual imagery, and constant shaming for the natural response to it, become so ordinary that we do not even question it.

A system where the very Judges employed to protect us are our worst enemies, and fully owned by corporations who conspire with the government to demolish all our rights, and then employ us as slave labor, when they cannot imprison us.

But mostly, the thing that is robbed is our humanity. Our ability to see others as equals, or equally deserving of love, respect, and resources. We have been trained to justify any actions we take in behalf of what we need or think we need.
Like a narcissistic child who thinks that their progress is due to their own hard work, rather than the fact that they were born to privilege, we convince ourselves that this is fine, and that we honestly came into all of these things through rightful ownership

This makes my latter years look more and more hypocritical. I wanted to get a small house near the coast, but who was that land taken from? who has the fucking nerve to actually claim ownership of land that was stolen, from others through murder?
This means that my original teachers were right. (BPP, Hoffman, Davis, O’Leary, yes, all those 60’s people. They were right)
Property IS theft, and therefore I am a thief as well for possessing any of it.

I can admit and live with that far more easily than the effort that comes from lying to myself.
My coffee is theft, my cell phone is theft, When I get a house, and I will, I will be buying stolen property, I will enjoy it mostly under guard of paid security, (police and Military) so long as I do not rock the boat too much. I am sick and poisoned with the western property disease that has swept thew word in these times. I am not however infirm with blindness, nor silence.

Either I bend the knee or raise the head, and I choose to raise the head.
We are a nation of thieves. The children of a grand theft, the product of a philosophy of thievery, perpetually taught in the art of justifiable thievery, and I am a part of the problem, and not it’s solution. Even just acknowledging this, will get me into arguments, and perhaps make a few enemies. So be it.
I may be a spiritually indentured servant of Rome, but I will not do it with a constant smile or in silence. I know what I am.
I am the descendant of a dynasty of thieves.

The blood in my coffee grows cold.

©Piero Amadeo Infante, 2014.

(Feel free to steal this with just credit me)

911 Call: How to retrieve the wounded human heart.




Are you Broken-heated, lonely, or longing?

 I feel you. I was. Just two years ago. Nearly mad. Broken. Betrayed. And it wasn’t the first time.
And now, I am healed. Whole. Happy. Grateful. And single. 

A lot of you know me. I don’t get very fancy with cosmic language, or mystical descriptions of something I think requires careful, and simple observation. And still, for even the most fact-based, or critical person, I must say this. In the area of human relations and love, there is never, ever a static or fixed position or finite reality. There are infinite possibilities. This is the part of new age, or alternative thinking I think is worthy of closer attention by people. Love. What it is. How to find and keep it. How to share and grow it. Obviously, as an unfixed, ethereal concept of attraction closeness, and sharing, it is not governed by science or even reality as we know it. It therefore qualifies as magic. 

I don’t know why, but sometimes I can feel, what I perceive as the held breath of people waiting to feel loved, and seen. It’s like a sound. And I am moved by it deeply. A great chorus of perfectly out of tune voices, an echoing of the first humans who felt these things. Such a sad, beautiful, sweet, wanting sound. I swear I can hear it. 
These are dangerous times for romantics. But there is great love in the world waiting for you, should you be ready to engage with it. 

The only thing that can defeat the heart, and keep you in pain and longing, is the heart’s armor itself. cynicism, disbelief, self torment, and self denial, even when you are starving for affection, will block light, love, and warmth from your heart. like so many people I know. 
Save the cynicism, and disbelief for the laboratory, and the study. 
In The realm of the soul they will not serve you in the slightest. 
Trust me on this. 
When the longing becomes strong enough, that is when, and only when, many shed the armor of the heart, take that chance, and fly solo, with no net, no reason other than love, and bet all on a single hand, and follow their desire. It is beautiful to see and feels dangerous to the exposed, vulnerable soul. especially the one overcoming hurts and betrayals. I am just remembering it now again.

Know this:. The most dangerous thing to your ability to love, and share, and know intimacy, and therefore the most dangerous thing to your entire life, is growing hard, and slowly letting inaction and sadness take your life, which they will, if you do not do something about it. Love yourself first, love others secondly, and when you are grounded in love as an idea and a principle, you will attract those that love you. I have. 
And don’t be offended when someone cannot take what you offer. Move on and you will find someone that will, the person who was meant to share with you to begin with. Its a process. Keep optimistic. This is a game changer. Go out there. there is something out there waiting for you.

I may have a 53 year old life, mind, and body. But I have a five year old, indestructible heart. And I still believe in magic because all available evidence has shown me it exists in the hearts of people. And between them. Here and now. In the past. In the future. In all time and all space. Love. Its everywhere. 

You are loved. And so am I.

I write these things because I feel sometimes like I give so little, for all that has been given so freely to me, and I am not wealthy, but what I have, I share. I know that my experience means more than just my experience. We share a collective knowledge of the world, and I am just a tiny drop. And you have all shared so very much with me.

Piero Amadeo Infante

LATINO: The lost Worldwide family


I  had a beautiful conversation with a Boricua lady tonight, and it made me a little nostalgic.
I  remember a time when all of us, especially mixed kids like me, Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Dominicans, Venezuelans, Central Americans, Colombians, Peruvians, Spaniards, and all other people Loosely called Latino, were more like one family. Our colors didn’t matter, our politics didn’t matter, and our music didn’t even matter.

We were family, and we were happy to see each other, and we had a lot of respect and love for one another’s traditions, and music, and culture.
As the greater powers in the world, like the United States, and Britain, and other countries became more nationalistic, a lot of the smaller countries followed suit, and so did a lot of people. Pretty soon we weren’t all one happy family any more, but we were Caribbean, Central American, northern American, Spanish, or indigenous, Hispanics Vs. Latinos.

Then we became stateside Puerto Ricans, or island Puerto Ricans. We became the anti or pro-Fidel Cubans, and became either traditional Mexicans, or pocho second generation Mexicans.

Then the north started to fight with the south, the East Coast started to fight with the west coast, and now it’s rare that you would see the kind of international group of Latinos that used to come to the gigs I would play as a kid. We were much stronger together than we are now.

This is something that hurt me and has broken my heart for decades. Watching the United Nation of Latinos of all colors that raised me, come apart at the seams, and turn into separate warring camps.

We were so proud of our blackness. We were so proud of our Spanish blood. We were so proud of our indigenous roots. We were so proud that we were mixed. Asian Latinos, Black Latinos, White Latinos, middle eastern Latinos, Jewish Latinos. Because if you are Latino you are mixed, period. Mezclado. Como yo.

I am here, the mixed kid, the kid who grew up on the street, saying that all that is hereby over.

It’s time we started really respecting one another, and really loving one another again, and finding the bond of being Latino that brought us all together, and gave us so much power, and made us a fearsome vote, and united public opinion, and a force to be reckoned with, and not a bunch of Petty squabbling rivalries and micro nationalistic dummies fighting one another for nothing, because it was all a set up to divide us in the first place.

I say it’s time to draw together as a family, like never before, and seeing the commonality in our experience, and imminent threat of global racism, outside and inside of our communities, and take it seriously, and act on it. And that we think about our children, and their children, and their children and what kind of world are they going to live in and what we did to make that so.

This is my dream that we can all stand together, dream together, fight together, and help lead this nation, and any nation that we are citizens of, into a better future. And all it takes begin the process, is to hold your hand out and greet your family.
I look around and I see the next generation is already taking this up, because they know that nationalism is an old, obsolete idea.

I love my people in a way that my words can ever convey. I see us as one nation, and one giant tree with roots that go deep into history and branches that cover the world. This is what it means for me to be Latino today. A Responsibility. A blessing. A Journey.
It’s time. The alarm clock of history has gone off, and we can afford to sleep no longer.

The Babies in the picture look towards the future.
Why should we stay stuck in the past?

Wake up! I love you!
Piero Amadeo Infante


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