Why question authority? Why not!

Our best option then is to block the Government’s control of our lives by planned citizen actions of non-compliance with their rules while still remaining within the law.

When the Pope visits Ireland on Saturday 25 August next, he will make a private visit to the Capuchin Day Centre in Dublin for about 2 hours. And then he and his entourage will move to Croke Park to attend the “Feast of Families“.

I am extremely disturbed by the news that “the authorities” in Dublin are making contingency plans to “hide” (my words) the homeless families, homeless children, distressed and disturbed adults and children who sleep on the streets, by forcibly removing them outside the Pale overnight. Or maybe the homeless and dispossessed will conspire albeit unwillingly with their oppressors and go without a murmur. I am even more dismayed and disturbed by the comparative silence of the Irish public on hearing this news.

What message is this behaviour sending to the spirits of the children who were born in the captivity of Mother and Baby “homes” and buried secretly in holes in the ground or dumped in cesspits? What message is this sending to those who have lived their lives with the mark of evil stamped on them and on their human spirit, and on their families by successive governments who didn’t show care, or understanding or forgiveness for fear that it might undermine the unholy alliance of Church and State in buggering and bastardising the poor and innocent? What message does the behaviour of our, yes, OUR Government, send out to people of this country, and to the world at large about our priorities?

Is our Government and our entire Dáil and Seanad and the entire apparatus of State bereft of authority and power and ability to take action, or are they afraid of what might happen to them at the hands of international global capitalism and the eroded democracies of Europe if they were to wake up to their responsibilities to the people and do something? Are the Irish people themselves so dumbed down and silenced that we can turn a blind eye, and a deaf ear, to the pain of fellow citizens, both old and new? What are we afraid of? Why don’t we speak up as a people and say “Stop! Enough! We will have no more of this!” Or are we just afraid of fear itself and how it might upset our cosy yet impoverished lives! We seem to settle for blind rage and name calling and verbal violence on the social media to give us an escape from taking real action to make changes. Vain dreams and foolish waking!

Sun Tzu, in “The Art of War”, the most important and most famous military treatise from China for the last two thousand years, wrote: “Plan for what is difficult while it is still easy, do what is great while it is still small”. We have now gone beyond the stage where our problems were easy (oh! if only we had had the wit to tackle them then) or small (because then we had the money to tackle them and plan for the future). But Sun Tzu had further advice that we might now heed, even at this stage: Thus the highest form of generalship is to frustrate and block the enemy’s plans; the next best is to prevent the coming together of the enemy’s forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy’s army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities.

Let’s translate that from the military, agressive language into advice for peaceful citizen action. The best option for us now is to frustrate the Governments plans where they undermine us as citizens of an independent country; the next best option is to block them where possible from combining with other governments and institutions to undermine our rights as citizens; the next is to respond violently with protests and demonstrations; and the worst option of all is to try to unseat them from their positions of power in the State. We have seen where the “Water protests” got with all their good intentions. Nowhere. We have participated as individuals and in groups in street protests and action groups against homelessness, against incompetence and abuse of power in the health system. Our educational system no longer prepares our young people for meaningful work in society, but instead schools them by rote in the regurgitation of “approved” responses to problems without ever understanding the nature of the problem. Our best option then is to block the Government’s control of our lives by planned citizen actions of non-compliance with their rules while still remaining within the law.

The simplest way of starting on this path is to QUESTION AUTHORITY! For instance, in regard to the Pope’s visit, by all means greet him if you feel you owe allegiance to what he represents. Otherwise, go about your own business and ignore the visit. If the Dublin authorities decide to hide the obscenity of homelessness, one option is, for those who object, to allow those who are taken out of sight to be accommodated safely overnight elsewhere, but perhaps they could be replaced on the streets at night by stand-in or even “sleep out” replacements. While the public representatives go about their self-styled business of colluding with the niceties of so-called “civilised societies” no one is forced to come out and cheer. There are lots of ways to starve those in power by gradually withdrawing our authority from them because, and don’t forget this, it was we who democratically elected them and gave them that authority in the first place. Let’s see how they fare without our complicity in their self-aggrandizement. Remember the words of James Connolly from a century ago: “The great seem great because we are on our knees. Let us arise.” Meanwhile, we need to start planning now how we are going to rescue our society before homo sapiens becomes yet another branch of humanity to be lost in the process of evolution.

Oh Joy! Oh Bliss! Oh Rapture! Let Happiness now hap!

As you know, we all have our own little ways of making a house a home and I assumed that worms operating in a different sphere to me would most likely prefer to do it their way.

Oh Joy! Oh Bliss! Oh Rapture! Let Happiness now hap!

Today is another positive step in my efforts to develop a sustainable, independent way of life and living? “So what?” you may well chorus. Indeed so. But I am now equipped with a compost heap (five in fact!), a warm and healthy  wormery, and the crowning jewel, or jewels rather, two Bokashi Buckets. This means that from now on, I have no need to waste money on refuse collection services and no corresponding “opportunity” to finance the State or Local Authority for collecting my (and your) waste to compost it centrally and then to sell the compost back to me to feed my garden. My next target is (hopefully) to get a few SEAI grants to insulate my cottage and conserve heat, to add solar panels to provide free electricity and then finally to go off-grid. Freedom and Fun!

 

wormeryIt has to be admitted though that it has also been a painful learning experience. I have a confession to make. I have been using a wormery for a few years now and gradually learning how make effective use of it. Unfortunately, the wormery developed a crack in the base just where one of the legs joins the bottom “floor” and started to leak the fluid which is a very valuable bye-product and plant food. I stopped using it and bought another wormery … as I thought.

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My Silver Palace Wormery

This was a metal construction, very sturdy and impressive. It was described on the company’s web site as being a wormery. In my untutored eyes it was the Harley Davidson of wormeries. I also invested in 1 kg of Tiger worms because those from the previous wormery had by now escaped into the wilderness that is my front garden. I hasten to add that my garden is a wilderness by choice because I have been following a course in permaculture design and I am learning to read the strengths and weaknesses of my small holding as part of preparing my overall plan and map for my 2 hectare holding.

 

I read the instructions carefully. In all modesty I can say that I am an eager reader of instructions and I follow them assiduously. Especially those originating abroad and which were translated into English by a junior secretary or office gopher to help their boss and save on the expense of a professional translator. I soaked the coir block overnight in water to provide the initial base for the wormery and laid newspaper over the screen at the bottom so that the worms would not slip through the drainage holes and be lost. And then, in a touching private ceremony, I introduced the worms to their new home. As a shamanic practitioner I dedicated their work and mine to the good of all our relatives on the planet, human, animal, plant, natural resources, rocks, you name it. I could feel the love of Mother Earth and Father Sky enveloping us. As advised I gave the worms time to settle for a few day and get their living conditions sorted out. As you know, we all have our own little ways of making a house a home and I assumed that worms operating in a different sphere to me would most likely prefer to do it their way. A few days later when I opened their Silver Palace I was shattered to discover that a seeming massacre had taken place. There were black streaks tarnishing the inside walls of the wormery but not a worm in sight or on site. I couldn’t understand how they could have escaped and was puzzled by their apparent “break-out” … until last week, that is.

I had by now decided to try my hand with a Bokashi bucket. I was driven to that by having undergone ten days without electricity during the recent heat wave as a result of a bureaucratic stand-off and bungle which pincered me in the grip of a Wifi supplier and a State utility. As a result I had to empty my fridge and freezer and clean it out completely. I haven’t needed to use the refuse bin for several months now being, as I try to be, an almost-Vegan and 90% Vegetarian who is also religion averse. But the waste collectors would not accept my rotting meat, fish, and veggies in the recycle bin for composting. They slapped a big sticker on the blue bin labelling it “contaminated”. That is when I decided to step into Bokashi buckets, figuratively that is, of course. A quick search on the theme of recycling contaminated food and I found my way via “composting toilets” (which are also on my list, but further down) to Bokashi Buckets. I thought it odd when I saw a picture of my above-mentioned Silver Palace wormery, but now masquerading as a BB. I didn’t ponder deeply on it because it seemed to be the immediate answer to my problem of recycling rotten food before the health authorities stepped in.

Bokashi Kitchen Bucket
Bokashi Kitchen Bucket

So, when earlier today a courier delivered my new Bokashi Kitchen Bucket,  I settled down to read the instructions carefully and began to assemble it. Smaller than the silver wormery I have described above, it soon became obvious to me that the components were the same in each. Interesting! Then I read the words “anaerobic environment” and the scales fell from my eyes. To be honest, it felt more like slates being ripped off the roof of my house in a hurricane. I now had to admit to myself that unintentially but with ignorance guiding me I had committed genocide on a kilogram of Tiger worms, a whole city full of Nature’s hardest, unheralded and undemanding workers. The awful truth now screamed at me: “Worms need air to breathe and therefore cannot exist in anaerobic conditions. You, ya eejit, signed their death warrants when you sealed them up for three days in a coir bed in an air-tight container.”

 

There now, I’ve gotten it off my chest. I am a changed person. I now know what not to do. Tomorrow a new adventure starts. Not a worm will be put in the Bokashi Kitchen Bucket and a new coir block will herald a new era of wormery. I think that a different launch ceremony will be necessary to convince the worms that they are safe and that they will be needed for their skill elsewhere than in a bucket. The philosopher (unqualified) in me is even beginning to think that this experience might, as a metaphor, have relevance in the Middle East.

Taking the “dum(b)” out of Referendum

The democratic process in Ireland has shown a new face, a new vigour, a renewed belief in the power of One-ness. We should now, in gratitude, turn to face the rising Sun of change.

In the lead-up to the Referendum, I had struggled with how I might vote. Neither “Yes” nor “No” in itself would or could solve the problems we face. The public debate and commentary was too rigid but I sensed an energy and a movement that was hard to pin down. The same old self-satisfied and smug posturings seemed to dominate the media. For the first time in my life, I deliberately abstained from voting, because even though my sympathies were with the “Yes” campaign I found the public arguments too simplistic and I feared that some of the allegedly “feminist” rhetoric was too phobic towards men. I do not believe in the mythology of virgin birth so how could I support a cause that was apparently excluding men from the solution as well as implicitly vilifying them as being part of the cause?

I am Irish, I live in Ireland and we have just voted in a referendum that has shattered the old political structures and brought world-wide attention to the Emerald Isle. Nostalgia for an old romantic view of Ireland has been dispersed by a wind of change and a new confident electorate is emerging from the chrysalis of romantic Celtic dreams. I needn’t have worried, This convincing win for the “Yes” vote was not carried by the old politics no matter how hard they may try to convince themselves. This battle for a new Ireland was not planned nor fought in the old “smoke-filled” environment of political parties. It was fought hand-to-hand, doorstep-to-doorstep, street-by-street with courage and conviction by people who must be trusted.

The impetus came from a groundswell of grass-roots activism, dominated by younger people and by some new women and men who were not shackled by the old political system or personal religious convictions, but who brought a vigorous and vibrant force to bear. “A terrible beauty is born” (W.B.Yeats). It has brought activism to the fore and relegated old fashioned revisionist politics to “crying the catch cries of the clown”. It has gone further than the now-hackneyed phrase of “new politics” dared to go.

The democratic process in Ireland has shown a new face, a new vigour, a renewed belief in the power of One-ness. We should now, in gratitude, turn to face the rising Sun of change.

The Hero’s Journey

Remember that each one of us will, at some stage or another or even at many different stages in our life, come to a door or a path or a life option that is closed to us. We have the choice to turn away or to open that door, to travel that path, to make that choice.

theFoolI first heard about the “Hero’s Journey” back in the early 1970s. A colleague of mine, Paddy Walley, mentioned it in passing around the time that I was recruited as a Training Specialist in N.E.T., the fertiliser plant in Arklow. I didn’t know much then about the “Hero’s Journey” other than that occasional references to it appeared in the media dealing with training and organisation development issues. About the same time, I was encouraged by an Irish consultant, a behavioural scientist, the late Pat Quinn, who was working with the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations, based in the U.K., to attend their annual Leicester Working Conference.

This “conference” was unlike anything I had ever experienced up to then. It was (and still is!) an experiential learning event. Unlike most conferences, where there is a lot of socialising and networking contacts, a lot of talks by panels of experts, and a “jolly good time” is had by all, financed usually by the sponsoring employers (think: scaled-down Davos and a rite of passage for aspiring executives), the Working Conference is an intense learning experience driven by the participants themselves, both consciously as a result of their desire to learn, but also unconsciously by their subliminal needs and desires and personal make-up.

A Working Conference as an experiential event is certainly different. There you learn from your own direct experience of interacting with others in the “here-and-now” as you work with them in an emerging organisational structure and struggle to understand what it’s all about. At one level, you are thinking about the work you are trying to do from scratch, while at the same time, you are being encouraged to examine the process in which the group is engaged, communicating, thinking, doing, arguing, agreeing, visualising. That is, you are dealing with the what and the how of the Task but at the same time, struggling to understand the emerging dynamic of the Process of working together.

The conference consultants focus on analysing what the various groups and sub-groups are doing and interject from time to time with their hypotheses about what is happening in the group, as-a-group. They rarely if ever interact with individuals in the group, because their focus is the group as a group, as if it were a separate “animal” and the individuals merely different, but intrinsic, aspects of that “animal”. The focus is on the dynamic way in which the Task and the Process interact, on how that interaction affects and is affected by the individuals in the group, at the level of both conscious and unconscious awareness, thinking, and behaviour.

The group consultant’s only information is what they see and hear and sense around them. From that they develop a working hypothesis as to what might be going on in the psyches of the group members. It is impossible to describe the effect this has on each participant. Suffice it to say that on the morning of the second day (the conference lasted for a fortnight), I spent almost an hour before breakfast, on my knees, in the toilet bringing up what felt like everything I had ever eaten in my life. By the end of the fortnight, I was aware that the world had changed for me and that I had choices to make. In many ways a Working Conference is another example of the Hero’s Journey in a limited time frame. My career took a radically different direction from then on. I would now in retrospect describe my life as surfing from one wave to the next, even from one Working Conference to another, caught up like a small canoe negotiating dangerous but exciting rapids. I have also attended three further working conferences and trained as a group relations consultant with the Tavistock Institute.

I mention all the above, because over the past few years since 2002, when I returned to Ireland, I have been struggling to cope with the consequences, some good, some bad, others yet to be evaluated, of my life in general. But I have learned how to look at these these situations in a more useful way, and most importantly, to accept life as it is rather than wish it were different. As part of this developing scenario, the name of Joseph Campbell arose again and again. He was the originator of the “Hero’s Journey”! In this, his work is invaluable if you struggle at times to make sense of what is happening to you in your own life. The diagram below is just one of many different examples of how the different stages of the Hero’s Journey may occur.

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A schematic diagram showing different stages in the Hero’s Journey.

Joseph Campbell was born in White Plains, New York,[2] the son of Josephine (née Lynch) and Charles William Campbell.[3] He was from an upper-middle-class Irish Catholic family. He was a scholar and was strongly influenced by the work of James Joyce. His book, “The Hero with a Thousand Faces”, gives a good overview of his ideas. His work has influenced many modern writers and film-makers, such as George Lucas and “Star Wars”, “The Matrix”, the Harry Potter series, and many others. The popularity of those films and others like them, including folk tales, mythology, and fairy tales, is in large measure due to those stories being built upon a simple framework that we instinctively recognise and respond to as being rooted in our shared human nature.

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The Hero faces his Nemesis

Today I came upon the film “The Timeless Tale of the Hero’s Journey”. [NOTE: This link will take you to a YouTube video summarising the Hero’s Journey and that is then followed by a one-hour film expanding on the first video and pointing out the implications of the myth]. I have no regrets that it has taken so many years for my life to come full circle since then, with many repeated cycles of the Journey, from Paddy Walley’s reference to it nearly fifty years ago right up to now. You will always find the Hero’s Journey relevant to your search for meaning in your life, as well as helping you to recognise the “Here be Dragons!” sign.

 

The key point for anyone watching this film is to remember that this is not about a pantheon of heroes to be admired from a distance. Every human being since the dawn of our history is unique. We live in a gigantic, multi-dimensional, mind-boggling, cosmic arena that we still struggle to understand, so there is still plenty of room for your and my and his and her uniqueness to emerge and flourish. Remember that each one of us will, at some stage or another or even at many different stages in our life, come to a door or a path or a life option that is closed to us. We have the choice to turn away or to open that door, to travel that path, to make that choice. You don’t have to be famous, or fantastically clever or skilled or wealthy see your life as your Hero’s Journey.

Watch this film and you will understand why!

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Put a sock in it, Taoiseach!

“This is the third year in a row that we’ve had more resources, a bigger budget, more staff, more beds, more home care, and despite all that we haven’t seen an improvement”

nine-of-wandsAccording to this morning’s Irish Times, Taoiseach Leo Varadkar has “expressed his frustration that higher public health spending is not improving services” because the number of people on hospital trolleys remains stubbornly high. He went on to express his regret to those members of the public who are affected. The Taoiseach also added: “This is the third year in a row that we’ve had more resources, a bigger budget, more staff, more beds, more home care, and despite all that we haven’t seen an improvement”. I hope we still have enough citizens in this country who have the testicular strength to shout “Bollix to that”! Anyone with a titter of wit could tell you that pouring money into a failed system is more than careless. And continuing to pour money in when you know that it will not bring better results is sheer insanity.

In fairness to him, I presume that Leo meant to reassure us all. The Taoiseach is lucky though that he has only to put up with frustration. I wonder has he stopped admiring his socks and taken stock of what is happening under the stewardship of his Government? We are being traumatised by the incompetence of those whom we have elected. We are being bewildered by the verbal gymnastics of Ministers, T.Ds. and oh-so-many other experts, advisors, and hangers-on who are running out of words to dodge their responsibilities while the world as we knew it is crumbling around us.  Is dying on a trolley in a hospital corridor deemed an improvement on dying alone and cold on the streets of the City? Starting at the top of the incompetent organisation the old-fashioned tried and trusted rule of your beloved capitalist neo-liberal system is “piss, or get off the pot”.

I am sorry, Taoiseach, that you are frustrated. Nevertheless, you and your retinue of sycophants should be down on your bloody knees in sack cloth and ashes begging forgiveness for what you have done, continue to do, and even worse, you plough on condoning the behaviour of banks and other financial institutions, courting favour with foreign fascists in the name of diplomacy, endorsing failure and blaming everyone but the culprits.

Why is this happening? Simplesh, says the meerkat! First of all, there is the Peter Principle and that allied with Parkinson’s Law is the HSE in a nutshell. The Peter Principle arises from the simple observation that when people are promoted in an organisation they are usually selected on the basis of their current skills and performance in their current role, rather than on the abilities relevant to the intended role. And this is repeated ad nauseum until eventually they reach a point where they are not able to do their job. Stated simply, the Peter Principle asserts that every member in an organisation is eventually promoted to the level of their incompetence. In the case of the HSE, this mistake was compounded by transferring redundant personnel from the old Health Boards and finding space, rather than jobs, for them in the new super-duper HSE.

Then there is Parkinson’s Law which states that “work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion”. When one has an organisation staffed by “ropey” managers, supervisors, and administrators, who do not know how to manage the work of others who report to them, and when many of the those employed lack motivation, you have all the ingredients for an Irish Stew of Gargantuan proportions!

I suggest that Leo Varadkar’s final statement merely adds insult to injury. Indicating that individual hospitals will be called to account for their performance, he said the Government will have to learn “why some places have very few patients on trolleys – in the case of Cavan, zero – and why others have many more”. Isn’t that a brilliant idea! How come no Government has come up with that idea before now? Makes me wonder what Health Ministers and Department of Health officials have been doing all those years. Perhaps they were just playing the “Pass the Potty” game!

Why are our political and administrative systems failing us?

They are the blasphemous priesthood of a religion in which they themselves no longer believe.

dreamstime_s_29860986I hear many people saying that the “system” is crumbling. There is abundant evidence available to support that claim. I have read critical comments and heard angry exchanges on TV as well as seeing vituperative accusations and strongly worded exchanges in the public media. Increasing numbers of families, individuals and children are becoming homeless, living rough, barely surviving, their nerves in shreds, with wounds they will carry into the future and suffer the consequences. We have empty houses and homeless people. We see rising levels of violence and whilst the Garda Síochana do their best, they have been deprived of resources and training despite all the great promises made in the Government Report on the Training Needs of the Garda Síochána way back in 1980. The list is endless. “Cram-ucation” has replaced “Education” because while we and our predecessors have slept, trusting in the honesty of our own State and our own Government for our protection, those selfsame leaders have themselves been found wanting.

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End of the line!

I emphasise that this was not necessarily done deliberately and with malice a forethought. But in the desperation of their own ignorance they want no one else to challenge them. They themselves have lost trust and belief in the system because they live in a so-called “reality” that is, in effect, their own collective Dream World. They are the blasphemous priesthood of a religion in which they themselves no longer believe. The past is a manipulated history to prevent themselves as well as us from remembering. The future is unknown and unknowable but is continually reported on as fantasies of what they will do. We can neither act nor change an iota in the past. The future is an unknown country until it becomes “today”. The unavoidable truth is that we can only act, do, and achieve anything today, in the here-and-now. What we do in the Now is what will determine our future results. We could have built houses in the past for those families who are homeless today. But we didn’t. “Live, horse, and you will get grass” is the only advice I hear offered. “Sleep on the streets, rear your children n a hotel bedroom, and you will get a house in the future”. Bloody brilliant! There are empty houses around the country now, why can’t they be made available. Now!

dreamstimefree_6741071I could weep every time that fresh young politicians with stars in their eyes speak of “plans”, “better plans”, and “more plans”. I have no reason to believe that they are not sincere in what they say. Their senior colleagues had briefed them and given them those jobs. They will soon learn that all this “planning” is merely theatrical flim-flam. The offices of Government have filing cabinets filled with plans, most of which will never again see the light of day. These fresh young political minds will soon find that the world has moved on and their plans are a waste of time. But they themselves, through the old-fashioned training device of “sitting with Nellie” will have learned that the only survival route for themselves will be to allow their seniors to groom them further. Meanwhile all they can do is pray that the world around them will go into slow motion and allow their fantasies of effective government to come magically to fruition. They do not seem to understand that their seniors and their leaders, in concert with most governments around the world are intent upon creating countries inhabited by zombie citizens, dumbed down and compliant, that will follow them unquestioningly. That is the main difference between consumer societies and societies inhabited by human beings.

Yet while those running the country are becoming increasingly remote and protected from the awful reality they are creating, we, the people, suffer. And as long as we accept the Dream World created by those with their hands on the levers of power in the State, and as long as we accept that Dream World as our Reality, we will be powerless. We are not, however, powerless. Merely caught up in a Dream World which is becoming our recurring nightmare.

dreamstime_s_9425462We, the people, have a job to do. And only we can do it. Ignore the failed old rhetoric of revolution and the proletariat taking control of their own fate. Revolutions are usually followed by revolutions against the revolutionaries. And when power corrupts the human mind, the preservation of the system becomes the message and the circus rolls on. The world has changed. We need to find new solutions to new problems. We must work together,  and for each other, rebuild our communities from our own resources, remaining outside the system as far as we can. A grassroots movement must be built to show the people that we do have power over our own lives and over our own environments and we can exercise that power collectively if we want to and if we dare to. A pleading voice from the past echoes “The great seem great because we are on our knees. Let us arise!” Arise, yes, but not to sacrifice lives merely for us to change the people occupying the seats of power.

butterfliesSystems rarely if ever can be changed from within but, as the butterfly emerges from the chrysalis of the caterpillar, a new system can be built from the ground up if we refuse to co-operate with the puppet masters and begin to build our own real-life society. But this, as in the story of the caterpillar’s transition to a beautiful butterfly, requires a lot of preparation by communities and society in general if it is to take root. There are examples of that groundswell of movement in different communities around the globe. There are fresh green shoots appearing in Ireland where the GIY movement is not only showing communities as well as individuals how they can provide a healthier diet for themselves, but are already gaining substantial following for their initiatives in other countries. New forms of education are becoming available which put the child’s need ahead of the needs of would-be employers and which aim to develop confident adults with rounded education and ready to play their role in society. Living “off-grid” is another option for those who think that life basics have become too expensive. Those are just some examples of what can be done, and of what is being done now.

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Rodin – The Thinker

Shouting in anger at people who are not listening achieves nothing and is usually injurious to your health. Following the Duke of York up the hill of yet another demonstration lessens morale. We need to talk more to one another about the things that matter to us. The old Irish saying “Is ar scáth a chéile a mhaireas na daoine” is often translated literally as “We live in the shadow of one another”, as a reminder that man is a social being. But there is a much deeper message in that old saying, because the Irish word “scáth” as well as meaning “shadow”, also has nuances of looking after someone, putting them under your wing. It also implies the reflection of ourselves that we may see when we look into the eyes of the other person and engage with them; it also has the meaning of “fear”. I believe that if we could see a fellow human person without the filters that have been developed in our evolutionary journey, we would find ourselves in the conjoined presence of the Cosmic Spirit of Creation, our shared human Spirit. And the responsibility for living and working with that, and realising that we ourselves could be seen like that, would be a terrifying responsibility. It would also awaken us to the potential of our human Destiny.

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Teilhard de Chardin

At present we live in the Biosphere of Planet Earth. Teilhard de Chardin, the Jesuit palaeontologist, postulated that the next major leap in evolution of life on this planet would involve the development of the Noosphere, effectively another layer or “skin” around the planet, but this time based not upon plant and animal life, as in the Biosphere, but upon the interaction of human minds and intelligence. Now evolutionary change takes long periods of time and is most unlikely to happen within the lifetime of any one individual person! That means that the Noosphere is not going to suddenly appear some day in the near future! But nevertheless, having arrived at this stage in the evolution of the human species and of all the other aspects of life on Planet Earth, we could begin to work towards taking a more active role in the future development of the planet. And even though our contribution might be miniscule in terms of the total process involved in evolutionary change, it might be better than letting all the previous billions of years that preceded our arrival on the scene go up in a fried planet, don’t you think? It might also lead to a friendlier and more peaceable world for our children and our children’s children to the seventh generation!

What’s stopping us? We have a lot to discuss and a lot to do. Let’s do that together then. I would also recommend decisions by consensus for such issues as this because majority voting and even qualified-majority voting tend to create divisions. Consensus build team and group solidarity and understanding as well as making the environment more accepting of differences.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics, Modernism, Post-modernism and Me

An Irish Government in Exile – just another English translation for the word Dáil, like Tír na nÓg

Scenario

A large disused garden shed, somewhere in the galaxy. Or maybe in another galaxy.

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The Stage is empty. Entities are scurrying around in the dark. A single overhead spotlight, with green filter, creates a cone of light. An old man enters (stage left), looking slightly out of place and embarrassed. He stands near the cone, occasionally looking up at the spotlight.

Voice (stage right): “Stand directly under the light, please”.

Old Man: “Oh, I see. Thanks. By the way, will they understand that there is no difference between ‘The Tao’ and ‘The Path’?

Voice: “You don’t need to worry about that.”

Old Man: (smiles nervously)

Voice: “Oh, get on with it.”

Beginning

Cow in Val di Scalve, Alps mountains, Italy
Cow in Val di Scalve, Alps mountains, Italy

Imagine that you are assembling a jigsaw puzzle of 4,000 pieces1. You have a picture of what the final assembled jigsaw will look like. Now, why would anyone want to painstakingly and with great difficulty, by trial and error, assemble 4,000 random pieces of colourdy cardboard in order to create a picture that you can stick painstakingly, with glue, and with great difficulty to a large sheet of brown paper, then frame it and hang it over the fireplace in your sitting room, when you could have framed the original picture and just dumped the 4,000 pieces of colourdy cardboard?

Anyway, there you are with the 4,000 pieces finally assembled into a picture that is the same as the one on the box that originally contained the pieces of the jigsaw and you are now carrying that picture on a large sheet of stiff cardboard or plywood into another room to show to your friends what you have achieved , when you trip over the cat, or the dog if you don’t have a cat, and if you have neither just imagine that you tripped somehow and dropped the jigsaw on the floor. As a result, the jigsaw breaks apart into its separate pieces which now lie scattered all over the floor. Get it? OK. Good!

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Doppelganger Cow in Val di Scalve, Alps mountains, Italy, in  a parallel reality.

Now, imagine that in a parallel reality, someone who looks exactly like you is carrying a box with a lovely picture on the cover, and in the box there are 4,000 similar pieces of colourdy cardboard. Again, for some unknown reason, that someone like you trips over the cat, or as I explained above, trips over a dog, or just trips, dropping the box, which falls open on the floor and all the 4,000 pieces are now scattered over the floor. Get it? OK. Good.

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But why on earth do those two different scenarios end up with the same result? Why, in the second case which is the reverse of the first, do the dropped pieces not assemble into a picture like that on the box when they hit the floor? Why? Because of the Second Law of Thermodynamics2, that’s why. The what? What in the name of all that is good and holy has the Second Law of Thermodynamics got to do with jigsaws? Well, it just does! That’s what every scientist since the Age of Enlightenment will tell you! Get it? O.K. Good!

Now the same scientists from the Enlightenment onwards have checked with one another and compared results and are unanimoniously agreed that the planet we now inhabit was first a cloud of cosmic dust that was set spinning in Space after the Big Bang, and gradually, because of the spinning motion over billions of years , the bits of dust kind of stuck together tightly until it formed a rock. Then drops of water that had become frozen together somewhere else in space after the Big Bang, froze together into one huge, really huge, snowball, or ice ball, flying through space and eventually, accidentally crashed slap, bang, into the stony lump that had been dust.

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Smaller lump of rock

Then, later, other bits of debris from the Big Bang, together with other lumps of rock that had been formed elsewhere in Space, crashed into that lump of rock, which now had big, really very big, in fact, ginormously big oceans of water as well as additional lumps of rock that had arrived in the meantime, and caused a relatively smaller but still a very, very big lump of rock to break off and start spinning around the bigger piece, which then became a humungously enormous big rock with oceans with a smaller lump of rock called a Moon spinning around it.

Over the next few billion years, funny things happened on that big lump of rock and water3 which now , due to the Laws of Gravity, was causing teeny, weeny bits of even tinier bits of dust to start sticking on to other teeny weeny , tiny bits of even tinier dust which, over another few billion years, formed atoms and then atoms stuck on to other atoms to form molecules, and then molecules got stuck onto other molecules, until eventually a blob of matter flopped out of the sea somewhere and landed on a dry rock.

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Gouger (Homo dubliniensis)

Incidentally, that dry rock can be seen from the Great Atlantic Way off the West Coast of Ireland and has been nominated by an Irish Government in Exile (just another English translation for the word Dáil, like Tír na nÓg) as another Unesco site worth preserving because we might get a few extra shekels from the E.U. to keep it clean after the gougers from Dublin on holiday in the West wrote inappropriate graffiti on it. Get it? O.K. Good!

And this little blob, over the next few millions years joined with other blobs and formed bigger blobs with blobs attached to them and then, one day, one of those multi-blobs saw its reflection in the water surrounding the rocks

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Selfie by blob

and realised that there were other blobs around it that looked just like itself. The He-She-It blob called all the other blobs to view their reflections in the water. Then one blob looked up at the sky and called out in ecstasy: “That’s not Space, that’s the expletive deleted Cosmos”. Whereupon all the other blobs fell to their knees even though it would have been easier for blobs to sit in the Full Lotus Position. Unfortunately, lotususses had not yet become part of the landscape.

And that is how Evolution started.

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But what puzzles me, after all those billions of years, why didn’t the atoms and molecules and blobs just fall apart like the pieces of the completed jigsaw that you dropped in the second paragraph? Get it? Good. Rrrright! We’re nearly there now. So, what was the difference? You tell me! Because if those blobs and multi-blobs had behaved according to the Second Law of Thermodynamics, then we would never have produced Donald Trump, Theresa May, Ching Duk Qwan (or whatever his name is), or Isis,  or Will-Will, or religion, or atheism or whatever and whoever they are, and our World wouldn’t be in the mess it now is. And what’s more, we would never have arrived at the situation we are now in.

That is why a very wise, really stunningly wise, poly-blob called Lao Tsu4, once wrote:

When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.

When Goodness is lost, there is morality.

When Morality is lost, there is ritual.

Ritual is the husk of True Faith,

The Beginning of Chaos”

Long silence.

Old Man: “Can I go now?”

Voice: “Sure! I’ll turn the voice-over off later”

Some Notes

1 At an earlier stage in life, when I worked as an Organisation Development consultant, I was asked to run a course in Management Skills for a project management team. One of the exercises I designed involved a 4,000 piece jigsaw. I emptied the box of pieces onto the table and told the participants that they had one hour to assemble the picture. They dived into the task immediately, asked no questions, and no one challenged my wisdom. It was clear to me that the participants had been on other management training programmes run by reputable self-sustaining drip-fed institutes that I refer to now as WOT Seminars, where WOT stands for “Ways of Talking”. Content never changes but the way of expressing the eternal truths of management do change to maintain the drip-feed.

An hour later we sat in a circle to discuss the task. After dutifully trotting out the standard answers, they were somewhat taken aback when I asked them to include my role in their discussion of the task. Then the penny dropped and we had quite an interesting discussion about the perceived role versus the actual behaviour of management! This sage advice has nothing to do with the main story here. Or maybe it does.

2The Second Law of Thermodynamics is about the quality of energy. It states that as energy is transferred or transformed, more and more of it is wasted. The Second Law also states that there is a natural tendency of any isolated system to degenerate into a more disordered state. Ergo, our post-modern society now. But this also relates to the intolerance of scientists towards environmental activists, New Age unwashed, anybody who uses the word “Namasté” or practises Yoga, Qigong, Shamanism, or Druidry, because they are always complaining and demanding the we conserve energy.

3I know you can’t have lumps of water – lumps of snow and ice, yes, but not water. But for all purposes, a huge mass of smashed rocks and mind-boggling masses of water, can collectively be referred to as a lump when spinning in Space.

4Caveat! Some people say that Lao Tsu never existed and that it was a few other psycho-blobs who were bored one night and decided to write a very clever book on “How to rule without actually getting blamed by the mob of blobs”.

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Crisis? What Crisis?

The only effective way to solve the homeless crisis and the lack of housing for families, is a radical one.

[I posted a comment yesterday on a friend’s Facebook page and I have received a few requests for a link to it. Instead, I am reposting it here as I believe that it is a topic that must be put on the agenda for public debate. I have taken the opportunity to edit it slightly to make my meaning clearer.]

dreamstimefree_239424 - Cóipeáil - CóipeáilWhen I look at Ireland today, I am faced with crisis after crisis. Homeless people, both indiviuals and families, are living and some are dying on the streets of our capital city. Other homeless families are stored in rented accommodation with no facilities that support or encourage the healthy life of a family that is now in shock. Our society is becoming increasingly violent. Violence is like a symptom on a sick body, it is a sign of a deep-rooted illness. Our hospitals are under-staffed, with closed wards, with qualified staff leaving to work abroad, and yet those entrusted with the health of the nation behave like the blind leading the bland. Mistakes in providing medical attention to passive patients ,who are not listened to, are coming to light, years after the damage was done, infants were lost, blood transfusions contaminated, evidence denied until eventually extracted under legal requirements. Political effort is confined to propping up systems that should have been torn down years ago. Political power is still being abused by those who should have been rejected generations ago. Incompetence rules. The call from the Captain is: “Steady as she goes. We will get you out of the mess that you created for yourselves”.

The only effective way to solve the homeless crisis and the lack of housing for families, is a radical one. The State repeatedly declaring a “national emergency” is merely papering over the cracks. It will waste time and achieve nothing and consume even more resources and funds to no avail. We do have sufficient resources, however, to set a solution in train immediately but it is clear that the Government doesn’t believe that the people would be worth the effort. They have other cosier “friends” whose needs must be satisfied first. The Solution??

dreamstime_l_28861743We must declare a State of Emergency under the Constitution, because our “ship of State” is adrift in a hurricane, the engine room is under water and the crew is in shock. What should we do? Firstly, the State must commandeer all building land that is currently not being used. Then we must bring in the Army to do something that they have done before when working abroad for the UN. They have the proven skills to build townships for immediate accommodation. They have done so abroad for refugees fleeing from oppression. They can build accommodation on land that is currently lying idle apart from satisfying the gold lust of property owners and disgraced developers who are returning with their soup bowls and asking: “Please, sirs, can we have some more?” Back in 1956, the Army was able to supply emergency accommodation for refugees fleeing the rising in Hungary. 

The Army will build not just housing, but build a number of frameworks for integrated communities, with services. There is a difference. We must create immediately a whole network of services, for education, for growing our own food, for nurturing children and building families that can care and cope, provide social amenities where communities can meet and talk, provide public transport that satisfies needs and reduces the need for private transport, provide local employment, support volunteer groups, and recognise and promote the skills already in the community.

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Is this our reality?

Crazy? Of course it is, but we live in crazy times. We live in a nightmare world created by those we have trusted as our leaders and who now persuade us that we created this nightmare, this Dream world, this Hell. This is our Reality? That is what the Dream Weavers would have us think. But it is not our Reality! And now, we must reconstruct and take back the ownership of our own reality. We must build a grass-roots movement that provides leadership, inspiration, and guidance to unleash the stifled power of the oppressed and the dispossessed.

Of course, you are right when you say that it would be impossible. It would be impossible, because we are locked into a Dream World that is not of our making. It is continually presented to us as our Reality. It is a Dream that we have been taught and brainwashed into accepting as “our Reality”. And the other part of that brain-washing message is that we, the people, are too stupid, too profligate, too unruly to be allowed our own Reality. But it is not our Reality because our Reality IS possible.

six-of-pentaclesThat Dream World has been fabricated piece by piece by those in our society who have failed in their duty of care to the citizenry and in their responsibility as citizens:

  • by those politicians who live by controlling the population, and creating dependency and feelings of guilt and produce nothing but propaganda, but who, like the Emperor and his new clothes, now believe their own story, improbable as it sounds;

  • by the bankers and financiers for whom people are mere zeroes that turn millions into billions and feed their masters;

  • by those in the media who feed the public on useless pap and political pornography that fills time and negates any desire for change, stultifies the appetite for learning and achieving; 

  • by those in control of business and industry who exploit workers for their own personal gain, whilst they demonise the unemployed and the unemployable as cheats and liars and a burden on the State, yet still expect State aid when they themselves fail;

  • by those who like the vampires of fiction, suck the population dry of ambition, of curiousity, and of hope and then set them on one another in an orgy of social destruction and paranoid delusion.

 

nine-of-wandsBut most of all, that Dream World, that Nightmare existence of homelessness, unemployment, illness, and abuse have been fabricated by those of us who do not care anymore, who make noises as if we cared and who feel overstretched by the little comfort we publicly offer. No Prince Charming is going to rescue us from our cobwebbed sleep in the Castle of Despair. But we can awaken ourselves. That is possible but challenging. We can build a grass-roots movement, not fuelled by the dead theories of fossilised revolutionaries but by the energy in the hearts and minds of those who will work together today to reclaim our democracy, to reclaim power and authority today for the “demos”, the people, and who are of the people.

Which category are you in? I know that if I do not take action every day, and take action every hour of every day, then I could quite easily and comfortably slip into any of those categories. But there is still something in me that says “NO”. I am now the eldest of my generation, of my family line, and “No” is not enough to say to those who produced me and brought me this far. Then let’s start changing that Dream and building a new Reality that is ours.

It can be done. It must be done. It will ……..?


Please submit any comments or ideas below. Thank you!

Where do we go from here?

A gap is opening between Government and people. It is widening to a gulf of not knowing. And it is not just in Ireland, but in many other countries that regard themselves as democracies.

NOTE: I began writing this blog about one month ago on a Monday morning just before Christmas.

I have just been listening to the Sean O’Rourke programme, which featured an interview with An Tánaiste from Greece informing us about the progress in arrangements to bring our quota of refugees to Ireland. Earlier there was a discussion about Garda pension arrangements, trade union recognition, et al. Then an interview with Mr. Irwin, founder and now retiring CEO of the Jack and Jill Foundation about the work done by them over the past twenty years or so. Over the week-end I had listened to discussions around Irish art and culture reminding me how wonderful and unique we Irish are. Then, as I sit here listening to “O Holy Night” on the Ronan Collins Show, I check in to Facebook and the first item in my Facebook page is a comment from one of the “anti-water protest” pages objecting to our welcoming of refugees while homeless Irish people are living and dying on our streets. And that is just in the past two hours. Add to that the kaleidoscope of disturbing images and snippets from different media and I find myself torn apart, struggling with conflicted emotions.

I promised myself as I started to write this piece that I would not use adjectives or any words that carried emotion or judgment. I failed but I have gone back and edited those words so that I took the emotions back into my psyche and owned them. The result is that I now feel angry, despairing, powerless, dirtied, complicit, confused, useless, but still determined not to give in. I am listening to the RTÉ news telling me of summary executions of non-combatant civilians in Aleppo in Syria, I can’t be sure that I can continue to process and control these emotions as I write.

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Nevertheless, I have devoted my whole life, sometimes with conscious focus but more often than not driven by an unconscious, inexplicable, internal tumult to confront the Unknown, and possibly Unknowable, in an effort to make sense of this chaos.

A few rocks of logic have given me a handhold to survive. And I would like to describe these before making an appeal. It is part of our human condition that we must admit and accept that we struggle to understand what Life is about. Some people accept the tenets of a received religion which gives them a measure of consolation provided they maintain their “Belief in the Unbelievable” (G.K. Chesterton’s description of religion) which appears to be based upon an assumption that “God is Good” albeit not understandable to the human mind, and “Evil” is attributable to a separate entity. Others develop the assumption that there is no “God” and that Life, the Universe, and Everything, is some kind of glorious happenstance that doesn’t require a meaning other than that “it is”, and “après moi”, not only is there no “la deluge”, there isn’t even a tear drop. Truly Theatre of the Absurd!

I began to see a glimmer of humanist hope in the middle 1970s. I had returned from a four-year contract in Zambia, working on the second largest underground copper mine in the world, where I had reached the level of Chief Training Officer. The challenge of working in a different culture and different working environment had opened my mind and led me to question many of my inherited certainties. Back in Ireland after a short spell in consultancy in the UK and Angola, I was introduced to the work of the Tavistock Institute and the work of Melanie Klein, a psychotherapist, who had studied under Sigmund Freud. Without going into the theoretical details of her work which dominated my work and my world for the following thirty years, I can summarise in lay-person’s language the essence of her work.

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Melanie Klein was a psychotherapist who focused on studying young children up to the age of two in order to understand how the human psyche (total mental system) learned how to understand and respond to the world around it. In essence she suggested that the child discovers by accident and by experimenting that there are “good” things and “bad” things about the world that can please or upset, love or hurt, and a mental boundary is thus created between Good and Evil. The good things are internalised/eaten and give pleasure, the nasties are spat out, thrown up, put beyond the boundary that was created in the psyche and externalised. This way of dealing with “objects” is imprinted in the psyche before the child has developed speech to describe its feelings and these “bottled” experiences become the basic mechanism we use throughout our life for dealing with the people and events that impinge on us. This means that we unconsciously reject anything that upsets or offends us and “project” it, like a slide onto a screen, and see it in someone or something external to us. This gives us some consolation but it doesn’t last very long because it is only the association with the external object that is projected. We are still left with the feeling response of disgust, or anger, or fear that was generated initially.

I emphasise that this is done unconsciously. But every time I see, hear, or read a rant on facebook or a report in a television/radio interview that seems to be biased, I am reminded of that mechanism and wonder what can be done to bring about a resolution of the unconscious reaction. We have been fuming with anger against those who have imposed austerity upon us, we are angry with the Government for what we believe they are doing to us. But while the anger burns away at our souls, and people suffer evictions, and loss, and pain in their lives, nothing seems to happen as a result of that anger. Innocent people, adults and children find their lives reduced to bare survival. Why? The inequalities in society are worsening. Why is nothing being done?

five-of-cupsI believe that it is essential for our very health, physical and mental, that we learn to understand this psychic avoidance mechanism. We live in an  increasingly dangerous and uncontrolled environment. Yet, if we are to survive we must come to terms with these learned responses that once served a useful purpose but nowadays are a time bomb ticking down the seconds to our destruction. I am thinking in particular about the anger, violent and palpable, that is expressed by so many people in response to the increasing violence we experience from society, from government, even from those close to us. For that reason I have been asking myself is it worth the risk of putting my head above the parapet to draw attention to this violence. Because much of it is an unconscious, “knee-jerk”, reaction to the pain experienced by so many people our instinctive reaction is to deny it. That is my reaction also, hoping that it will go away, or that someone else will take up the cudgel to attack it. That is why I have held back on posting this message since just before Christmas.

A gap is opening between Government and people. It is widening to a gulf of not knowing. And it is not just in Ireland, but in many other countries that regard themselves as democracies.

And that is how a prince can pass through the guts of a beggar.

I admire you, #Lynn_Ruane, and the work you do. More, nay, most importantly you are the only Irish politician that I have heard using the words “his/her soul”, in such a meaningful context. When someone takes their own life there is shock and bewilderment, why did they do it. The “father of Sociology” described suicide as the “greatest crime against society.” I have seen that phrase parsed and analysed as meaning that the one who took their own life had, in some way, sinned against society because society, their community, perhaps even their family hadn’t helped them. I am beginning to see and unravel another meaning there.

I have my own spiritual beliefs but having come from a Catholic background in Ireland, and examined other religious systems, I practise no religion that has created by men, women, or their so-called “God”. Let me explain, because in the situation up to now, suicide  has been interpreted as “murder without a reason or an explanation” as if the individual had set out to hurt society. I see suicide as the end of a chain of suffering inflicted on the individual by society, including other less final events, or states of mind, earlier on in their life. But we are not introduced to examining these “little things” because either we don’t know how to respond, or we don’t understand, or perhaps even, if we did notice anything, we were blind or too fearful to look at it because we don’t know how to respond effectively. I now believe that suicide should be described as “the greatest crime against the Spirit committed by society”

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Let me explain what I mean.

People, in general, and very specifically here in Ireland, treat their “Body-Mind-Spirit” triad combination in that descendng order of importance to them. The Body, however, is equivalent to a space suit, but gets the most attention, It is useful for carrying the Brain, i.e, our built-in human computer module, around with us, as it senses and interprets our reality. The Mind is like the software package that comes with the computer. Like the software package that comes with your manufactured computer, it provides a structure and a set of instructions for the Brain to do its computing. I have read recently that the “software for the mind” is loaded from the DNA that we inherit through our parents from our ancesters, our culture, and add to by our experience of life. That is perhaps why C.J. Jung, the psychotherapist, wrote that every child born arrives with a complete history of the evolution of the world in its psyche  The Mind manages the Brain just as the Operating System manages the computer.

I believe, however, and my apologies if anyone disagrees with me and feels hurt by what I write, that “Soul” is our “energy source” that powers our life with only one single charge. Nothing new in that! Most people describe death as the Soul leaving the Body. But after that scientific statement, things get kind of confused. Atheists seem to have missed the point, and agnostics haven’t bothered to get that far yet, but both claim to believe that the Cosmos is just some kind of accident or nasty joke that happened and that it is going nowhere and has no intrinsic meaning for us. They imply that we are wasting out time trying to unravel the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Even stranger when you thing that many prominent atheists announce that they are scientists.  Their advice is “just get on with it.”

When we, die the Body dies. What is generally described as the “Soul” is, in modern terms, like a holograph of the entire Cosmic Spirit/ Energy/ God (not as in OMG), that is, a realistic picture composed of minute versions of the large picture (just like the holograph on your bank card or credit card which gives the illusion that you are looking at the picture in three dimensions, looking at the sides, the top, the bottom as if it were an actual object in front of you). Now that image enables and forces me to look at every individual, good, bad, or indifferent, as the full image of the Unnameable, the Unimaginable One that powers the Universe. It helps me to explore and understand a truth that may exist in the phrase “children of God” but gives it a whole new meaning for me. That is why I believe that the act of suicide is a despairing cry of belief that Life could be so much better, if society stopped believing in lies, put the triad in a different order, writing “Soul, Mind, Body” instead of “Body, Mind, Soul”. We can’t see Spirit or Soul or the Mind but we can examine and know the body. The Body is composed of star dust, created by the the nuclear explosions in dying stars. As a result of that death of a star, dust comprising the atoms of hydrogen, oxygen, sulphur, and all the other chemicals we find in our natural world, have over billions of years floated through space, driven by solar winds, carried on comets and asteroids, eventually reaching Earth. You see, the Bible and other holy books, tales passed down from mythological time, carry a simple message, such as the Christian one that God picked a handful of that star dust, breathed on it and created human beings. That is a very simplified story but essentially scientific and reasonable.

That is also why I stated earlier that we must begin to re-evaluate the message that wasn’t written by the person who ended the life of their own Body but expressed that message nonetheless. Just because it wasn’t written down as a note, doesn’t mean there was no message in their action. To understand that message we must first understand the process of the life of the Body. It has come from another human body, which has fed and nourished itself on plants and animals containing feed that had been absorbed from the earth composted plants containing that same star dust mentioned above. When our human body dies, it also is composted and broken down again into star dust to join the star dust of every other living creature throughout the planet which has died and decomposed and became ready to be recycled. And if there is no doubt but that the bodies of all living things having died, decomposed with their handful of star dusk returning to the composting earth, then it is inevitable that what I refered to earlier as my space suit is actually made from recycled material from previous living beings, then there is no reason to doubt that the material of our body has been recycled and is the home of the hologram of the Cosmic Spirit. As the Gravedigger in Hamlet remarked “and that is how a prince can pass through the guts of a beggar.” I believe that we must turn our attention to Spirit and Mind, and cease from putting Body ahead of Spirit and Mind. I think that we must do this if we are ever to understand why someone dear to us has apparently taken their own life without a reason. We should be examining our Selves and our society to find out why  collectively we have created a society that stalks those are threatened by what they have seen when they looked into the heart of Darkness.

Peace and blessings be with all who grieve.