Tuesday 22 September 2020

Autumn Equinox at Findhorn

Autumn marked by chilly North Sea swim in early morning ... bracing ... in, head under, out again ... then round the beach, finding stones like mini- universes. .. Blake's universe in a grain of sand at a scale visible to the human eye ... everyone knows the poem, but who can truly comprehend it?

Plenty of philosophical musing on this trip North ... with a deepening of understanding of the Pioneer community, elders encountered, perspectives broadened ... new books bought, though few read, where beach calls ... and locally based FB friend, host for first night, turns out to be multi-talented and possibly designer and builder of retreat extension ...

A rest from Covid nonsense, masking resisted as normal for those valuing their mental health, but surprisingly many here complying ... others hugging as is the Findhorn way ...

More another time, to explore the deeper stuff ... this is just to mark the Equinox, with fascism still in power ... for how long? Rather scary how easily we comply with stupid orders from sinister politicians advised by corrupt scientists. .. Nuremberg had the Doctors' trials as well as soldiers and politicos ... bring it on, and soon ...

Tomorrow another day in Scotland, then home via elder daughter, hopefully. .. 

Saturday 12 September 2020

Hail Caesar!

Crises throw up demons sometimes, in some places, as if to flush out dark energy, long accumulated in national and cultural archetypes ... to illustrate deeper truths, not that new alliances are needed necessarily, but that human beings are One essentially ... and not separate from all that is, as explained before ...

History and Herstory too, since language itself is not neutral in the attempt to explain Reality with limited tools, repeatedly offers these images of some aspects of ourselves, bringing forth Caesar, Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot as extreme examples ... feared by many, ridiculed by others, presented as saviours to solve specific issues, then revealing their demonic qualities when it's rather late to exorcise them easily ...

In crises also, as is known, lie the opportunity for new solutions to the existential problems which brought them forth ... sometimes in the form of gods, if we stick with a consistent metaphor for now ... though do beware the tendency for gods and demons to change roles ... or, to transcend the mythological and look honestly at ourselves as humans in group form, beware light energy flickering dark and back again ... or, employing psychological description, a bi-polar group identity ...

Leaders destroy followers, followers destroy leaders ... regular readers may recall ... the message is clear enough isn't it?

So, the followers of the strong leader, playing light let's say, offer their own power to the leader, and too often the leader falls in love with power itself and forgets to give it back, while loyal lieutenant types feel empowered enough to stick with dark, which suits their psychological frailty anyway ...

Meanwhile back in the city, week one went well ... lots of demos to entertain and educate, vegans rather pasty, white settlers from South Africa escaping a spate of farm murders and maintaining an anti-racist stance, then the main event, choreographed carefully by masked police, ensuring the BLM protesters led by one middle aged angry man apparently with one black parent ... the rest earnest white students and on the platform, from time to time, a well masked young man, dressed in red, with sunglasses and cap, unveiled a red flag with hammer and sickle, waved it about, flushed out the off right-wing type for police to have a word with. .. weird indeed! Plus three of us ready to protest lockdown ... hmm ... following week, no demo at all, though great conversations of a religious nature and a reading from a Welsh Gypsy with disturbing news ... not three score years and ten, but maybe ninety and passing healthy ... crikey!

Warm and sunny Sunday, early three hour wander, afternoon two hours more, topping up the tan and VitD as well as moving the body, keeping it in shape for twenty more years ... let's see ...

Tuesday 1 September 2020

September Resistance ...

After some philosophical musing here, while more political musing happen over on the Facebook platform, it's time perhaps to reassure any readers left not risking that fast moving place. .. yes, monsieur l'editeur that's you specifically ... resistance has continued throughout this historic period ... there seemed no option in the mundane world, though philosophy reassures the writer that serious as the work here on Earth may be, it is very far from the be all or end all ... and if that seems pretentious in any way, then that's for you to say not me ... this small I holds itself lightly as is sensible if indeed it is illusory! And if it turns out to be delusion, what's lost? A cynical life, without the liberating sense of Love Universal? The loss of Fear?

For any other readers left, including a couple known to risk both platforms, wondering if l'editeur is French in any way or indeed actually editing the rambling mess you're reading guess what? He is actually a Durham radical of miner stock, somehow maintaining a semblance of sanity whilst gathering salary and decent pension, an activist of the local government trade union, sceptical but not cynical (or perhaps a bit) ... a biker from those days when young lads divided up as mods and rockers, could afford the bikes and scooters as well as the insurance, and set off in groups to pre-arranged coastal venues for some argy-bargy, rarely lethal or dangerous to non-combatants ... rather like the football tribes ... that was young men post-war, needing rituals to establish manhood ... whoops, we seem to have wandered into sociology now!

Anyway, the editor's awol yet again, at his French maison,  possibly preparing for the blog in French, Wear et Dao peut etre?  All this biographical outing pointing to the vital point where politics and philosophy join up, which is about consensus reality and beyond that tool to make agreements of how we (not the others) see the World, the scary probability that all seven billion humans see a deeper reality uniquely ... no wonder then we disagree sometimes in Fear of ... what? Deeper again, each unique soul, in partnership with the Unity, somehow creates the reality they give attention to ... and for logic lovers yes, there appears to be a paradox here, since this blogger confronts dark energy not the light he chooses! Answers on a postcard please ... maybe more psychological work to do?

Notwithstanding, that game is on and has been for a while ... demo in the City Saturday ... like the good old days ... see you there, wherever your town or city is ... transcendence can wait a while ...