"The research is absolutely clear," Maté says. "The more inequality in a society, the more hate, the more dysfunction, the more mental illness, the more physical illness." It should come as no surprise, then, that we see more addiction and more mass shootings since "the inequality is rising all the time." Violence against racial, ethnic, or religious groups "is a manifestation of a society that foments division amongst people and sets people against each other." Gabor Mate.
Friday, 15 January 2021
Tuesday, 12 January 2021
Warning from Umair Haque
The political point began with “If you beat us at the ballot box, we will come for you with guns and rifles and bombs, right in the heart of your democracy.” But it didn’t end there. It said, also: “We will profane your democracy’s most sacred and historic symbols. Because we don’t believe in them. We don’t believe that everyone deserves to share in them. All the power in this society is either ours, or it will be no one’s.” Umair Haque
Monday, 11 January 2021
Sleep With Me: Lullaby for an Anxious Planet (Ekstasis Editions 2020)
Leah Hokanson (Vocalist, Conductor, Facilitator) says of this collection: Janet's poetry is like a cold shower and a warm towel all rolled into one. Website: leahokanson.com
“Let me begin with a warning” heads one of Janet’s poems and readers should be warned that not all these poems are lullabies. Many home in on truths that sear into the mind and might disturb sleep. That, after all, is the job of a poet. These poems also offer: the balm of hard-won compassion for self and others, a wisdom sad and sweet, and always startling turns of phrase that pull readers to attention and possibilities for their own voices. As Janet’s poem for Greta ends, “Now the rest of us must find/ our instruments before dawn.”
~ Sonja Arntzen, Professor Emerita, University of Toronto
These poems come forward in a tense time. The apocalypse appears to be upon us. Yet Janet’s serene poetic voice calls out to us as a mother to her child in the night, reassuring us that we can act against the forces for destruction, and that when we need respite from the intense struggle to maintain human decency, we may take it. And then persist once more – a wonderful accomplishment.
~ May Partridge, community organizer, retired post-secondary teacher of English and sociology.
The trenchant poems in this book use the word 'Lullaby' as an ironic metaphor delivering incisive commentary on our capitalist society. Never predictable, the lines roll from one to the other, crashing on the headland of the mind, challenging our concepts of the world around us. Combining passion and wit, Janet's probing questions and observations are a must read for those who want a keener look at ourselves and our cultural milieu.
~ Dave Neads, author, poet, social activist, loving life on Gabriola.
Life was not created to feed the economy.
I am in a relationship with the vacuum cleaner and it’s a problem
These two sentences display the breadth of Vickers’ poetry. With deep wisdom, carefully chosen words, kindness and wit, she invites her readers to consider the state of the world and some of the cruelties humans commit. But lest we become too despairing she shares her delights with trees, eagles and lizards, her joys with her husband and children. And, she lets us know about her very unique relationship with her aged vacuum. Come one, come all, there is something here for everyone.
~ Lynda A. Archer, author of Tears in the Grass, a Finalist for the 2017 Lambda Literary Award.
Janet Vickers was born in the UK, came to Canada in 1965 and became Canadian by the love and friendship of other Canadians. She married in 1969 and celebrated her 50th wedding anniversary to her husband Tony, last year. They have three children, three in-laws, one grand-dog and four grandchildren. Her previous books include Impermanence (2012) and Infinite Power (2016) published by Ekstasis Editions.
The cover image is a dragonfly by Debbie Goodman a wildlife artist working out of her home studio in Nanaimo, British Columbia. She creates her pieces entirely from cut and layered art papers sourced from around the world. This technique is derived from the Japanese art form chigiri-e, or painting with paper. All proceeds from Debbie's artwork are donated to organizations supporting wildlife conservation and animal welfare including Ducks Unlimited Canada, Nature Trust of British Columbia, and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. Since 2010, she has donated over $100,000. Debbie has also written and illustrated a children's book entitled 'Wild Observations.' http://www.debbiegoodman.com
Friday, 8 January 2021
Is there a cure for white supremacy and hate groups?
Here is the story of a five year old, Shane Johnson, who received two hours of daily Bible study from his dad. Not the King James bible or the Hebrew bible but the doctrine of “Christian Identity,” which holds that the enslavement or extermination of all nonwhites will usher in the second coming of Christ.
In Kindergarten Johnson got in trouble for refusing to sit next to a black child. He dropped out in seventh grade to dedicate himself to the march toward racial Armageddon. “We was told we’d go to eternal damnation if we didn’t fight Jews and blacks,” he says.
"The deradicalization movement combines insights gleaned from social work, 12-step programs, psychology, neurochemistry, and the personal experiences of “formers” who have left extremist groups ... (f)ew extremists make clean breaks with their past. Many liken hate to an addiction—hard to quit and easy to relapse into. The process is slow and one-on-one; it doesn’t promise to defeat hate groups so much as chip away at a movement that includes more than 400 organizations with thousands of members, according to the Southern Poverty Law Center—not to mention fellow travelers in the alt-right and online hate communities.
Mind control, or socialization, has been used for many centuries. It's not that the majority of people are inherently racist and violent, but that it is complicated to find our way through it even if we know we must.Thursday, 7 January 2021
Ten Tips on How to Save the World - first published in Episyllogism 2013
Ten Tips on How to Save the World
Marilyn Hamilton, CEO of Integral City, told a children’s story not long ago, that is easy to remember. Three key strategies enable bee hives to survive, which can teach us how to sustain the human hive – take care of you, take care of others, take care of this place. Our ancestors learned how to do this but sophisticated social systems have alienated us from our own capacity to manage the hive. However, world crises show we must re-engage in the process now.
Look closely at the operating system, or the ‘apparatus’ as Simone Weil put it. Read ideas and opinions wherever you can find them. Ask yourself who benefits? Expand your gaze beyond your own immediate interests. Prepare to be disturbed but not defeated.
Power and all its parts: politics, wealth, language, science, economics, institutional religion, are not evil. They are tools of a civil society. What is evil is the way these institutions have been corrupted to centralize power, to make it a zero sum commodity. Infinite power is natural, loving and intelligent.
We are resourceful workers and stakeholders in our society. We are not a resource or a job description. We are not left, right, conservative or liberal – we are organic, politically mobile beings. Labels are assigned to influence and understand. We have courage, fear, anger, love and wisdom but they are not commodities, they are strengths that emerge and hide. The deadliest weapon of oppression is that which turns humanity and all of nature into a thing, a resource.
This is what keeps us exploring, examining, interrogating the conditions we live under or in. As long as curiosity is alive we shall never be content with serving an oppressive and corrupt social order.
Blaming is not problem solving and the problem is not what other people do. To solve problems we need to re-engage our power to care creatively, with curiosity and love.
The habits and preferences you perform for your family, whether blood related or chosen, is your place of love. How you surround yourself to survive, persevere and inspire happiness with all that you can, is a place of love. Adopt this practice outside your door, to your neighbours, your country, your cohorts, your congregation, and your local grocery store. Break apart the structures of false hierarchies. It demands attention to suffering, violence and calls for healing. Love is what drives great minds to take courageous stands outside of their particular disciplines for the greater good. Love is the openness to pain that makes injustice, corruption, cynicism and oppression unbearable.
You are an integral, intelligent, reflective part of a larger organism. Whether we survive as a species depends on protecting our earthly home from a system that enables a few egos to hold this planet ransom for the sake of temporary profit. There is no escape from politics. Its apparatus has been built on a grandiose delusion that refuses to see the natural world as sacred, and ourselves dependent upon its health. To be apolitical is to be a doctor standing at the bed of a dying patient, refusing to be involved because the disease is dirty. To dismiss the world stage and your part in it is to lobotomize the future.
The spirit is our energy. It imparts our intentions before we see them. It allows us to dream and care for the world beyond our own life. Imagination and love is the immortal legacy we leave for our great-grandchildren.
Monday, 4 January 2021
Is Love a Thing?
"(T)he opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” ― Elie Wiesel
William Shakespeare's plays struggle with conscience as many of his characters queried how they should respond to conflict. As we watch these humans search for truth within their lives-- it's mostly about how they should live, what do they owe to their family, their town and to themselves. He was not indifferent.
How did he maintain the passion to keep writing the twenty eight plays we know of. Why did he spend so much of his life writing? Was it a love of life or love of theatre?
“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken".
We are just creatures who have evolved on a planet that provides life with air, water and food for our survival but not guarantees for our happiness.
Lao Tzu wrote “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
For a newborn baby to survive the trauma of birth, she needs love. The imprint of a mother in the first minutes of birth. Vibrations of belonging.
Belonging to what? Her tribe? We could call that love, the need for protection and food. You may be thinking that is a selfish need to survive. Love is what you give not what you take.
So what if I was adored for my art or music, my style or clothes or wealth? What if I was worshipped as a great leader? That requires fear and obedience not love, although some may believe it.
I love some pieces of music, some plays, poems and paintings - although I have nothing to do the people who created them.
There is a difference in my life since I married and gave birth to children, and met my grandchildren.
When I first held the first grand-child in my arms, wanting to stay there forever, I asked the universe how could it be? This bond when I had not suffered the labour pains or the tension of seeing my son or daughter anxiously waiting for the birth.
After the birth of my third child, holding her in my arms while she suckled at my breast, I remember the feeling (not a thought but a sense that my skin knew) I had achieved all I needed to and would be satisfied to die when the time comes.
After living well for another twenty years, I knew that love supported me between troubles and triumphs, and that something connected everything I had lived through, and everything that was given by support from my husband, children, friends, co-workers, health professionals, teachers and ancestors has given me the place where I belong.
In the eyes of those who care about the quality of life there is something invisible yet strong as the mycelium highways beneath the grass and stones of this earth. Like my neural substrate I know what sustains and what destroys me.
My world is made up of things and senses of things. I know what it feels like to be part of a project where my life is not valued and I can leave those times freely. I also understand there are people who stay even after they have been diminished because the connecting strings can be brought together again.
Feelings can be cut and mended but feelings are always present in some way or other. They guide us and help us when we listen to them. If someone tells you you're too sensitive or that your feelings must be overcome, it's because a world of things and rules no longer support the truths of our lives.
If someone tells you to be professional you must ignore your feelings, you are working in a toxic environment. Your senses must hide and you create false narratives even though you try to control your relationship to your world as best you can.
But depression, anxiety, anger and tears are your body's response to the sub-conscious rejection of situations that are not good for beings who survived because they are sensitive.
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
The Ormsby Review - Calling All Passengers
https://ormsbyreview.com/2021/01/02/mackie-calling-all-passengers/
This is new to me but have subscribed and look forward to getting the first edition.
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