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Today we watch another mass shooting unfold in DC like the reality show that it is. The constant reminder of violence must have something to do with the growth and spread of violence. Lovingkindnessis the remedy for our growing epidemic of right and wrong. If everyone is busy deciding to be right and seek vengeance from those who are wrong who will get in touch with reality? Have we given up reality to watch it on television and tweet it live? How riveting will it be to live tweet the IPO of twitter? While some see gun control or calorie control as the way to solve of cultural problems, I believe we are highly delusional as a society. The guns and the health issues are symptoms of systems that do not work. Our distraction is killing us as individuals and as a culture.
Numb and nihilistic as we witness weather and violent torrents of human hatred wash over our land, we twist the truth by looking for the single issue or party on which to place blame. The events in the world must blur for those who play computer games as well as absorb world tragedy as it unfolds. The digital distance we have from other other humans and the truth is dragging us in a downward spiral of delusion. I wonder if people can wake up and think they are in the World of Warcraft…or some variation on it. We are cultivating violence and maya, when our only hope is in truth and lovingkindness. Each of us generates energy that fuels the hatred; none of us is perfect. On an individual basis we must take responsibility to feed and care for the soul of the world until al beings are free. This will require centering. This will require a shift in focus and a pivot in the direction of our thinking.
I spent a lot of time in the basement of this house in Oakmont, PA as a child. It contained a player piano, a bar, a collection of dress up clothing, a record player with records, bottles of pigment, some prisms, a Teslacoil, and some fluorescent lights. In the garage my dad kept bottles of crude oil he admired and chemicals he brought home from the lab to to experiments with me. I had to practice on the piano daily and I often played with my friends in the playroom downstairs and out in the back yard. We loved to play with the prisms, which my mom had made during WWII at an optics plant where she had worked. We also enjoyed grabbing the electric end of the Teslacoil and lighting up the over head lights with our other hand. How my parents decided that kids could play with the Teslacoil is a mystery, but they did not mind.
Before I left Oakmont I had a conversation with the doctor who presently lives in the house, Merrill D Bowan, O D who specializes in neurological optometry. He told me about his studies with brain injury patients using prisms. He has remarkable results helping people correct problems with proprioception and balance. His work all made perfect sense to me, although I had just met him in the driveway and asked if he minded if I took a picture in the backyard of the basketball backboard my grandfather put up over 50 years ago. When I looked around and stirred the memories I knew this was always a unique house in this neighborhood. Our house was special and different because my father was a mad scientist who enjoyed teaching me to make hydrogen bombs for recreation. The science energy is still there, alive in the brilliant and progressive mind of Dr. Bowan. It is somehow very natural. I am glad I had the chance to meet and talk to him.
Sights, sounds and smells ignite memories. There are strong connections of which we are unaware that link us to the past. We are conditioned by both culture and anticipation. If we remember (or think we recall) a season, an event, or a place we create expectations. I went to see my classmates last week in Pennsylvania to both test and fill my memory bank. When I first arrived in the small town where I grew up I walked directly to my old home to jog my memory. It did stir up both direct event recollection and a sense of the place. It has not changed much. I haven’t either.
You are what your deep, driving desrire is.
As your deep, driving desire is, so is your will.
As your will is, so is your deed.
As your deed is, so is your destiny. – Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
If war is declared responsible parties will do the utmost to declare a truce. Since Viet Nam the United Stares has felt the need to wage war without any declaration. Since I was a teen I have worked to influence my peers and the government to stop violent political action, no matter what it is called. I have traveled and watched the reputation of Americans enter a downward spiral that can make it uncomfortable for us to be in other countries. Most people from outside our borders do understand that the people here do not have the same democratic power that we did it he distant past. They may not know the details, but they have heard about the corporate lobbyist and commercial contributions to our lawmakers that have turned democracy into a joke.
I vote and pay taxes, lots of taxes. I have marched on Washington for peace, where I paid for the tear gas that was hurled at me. My position has not changed:
War is not healthy for children and other living things. I don’t know how healthy we might be if we had not engaged in all these undeclared wars, but I feel pretty sure we would be wealthier. We are not the most powerful country in the world if we resort to force and violence without the dignity to declare the reasons, and the goals of the use of armed violence. We are viewed as mortally bankrupt by many around the world. How can we manage to control our resources for the benefit of our citizens? How can we stop the military from invading or bombing other countries without a declared war? They have established a precident, but this is a very good time to take a U turn. If we sacrifice young lives and national security, we need to announce to the world and to the ones who are about to be killed in the conflict what our agenda is. I do not believe our agenda is coherent; and declaration of war would at least reveal what the terms are.
I was the youngest in all the groups in my childhood. I was never considered for the key roles such as Davy Crockett, or his wife, when we dramatized that story. I would be lucky to be a horse. The kids in my immediate neighborhood just happened to be older. I played and hung out with a couple of girls who were in the class above me, but our games included the kids who were several years older. Every kid knows that the oldest person gets to choose first..at least that was the standard in our neighborhood. Like all oppressed people, the youngest one just waits for the tables to turn, and they eventually do.
I know that I am bossy from my career as a fitness instructor; that is exactly what people are paying you to do..boss them around. What I have never analyzed is the way my youth had an effect on my commanding nature. I left my neighborhood and school to move to Venezuela where I was the daughter of the boss of all my friends’ parents. He was even the boss of my teachers in school because the oil company hired the teachers and ran the school. Suddenly my relative underdog position was reversed in a big way. Much older guys wanted to date me because that was culturally normal in South America. Virtually everyone I knew sucked up to me with gifts and every privilege I could never have imagined. I was the capitalist imperialist teenager with everything…and way more than anyone I knew in the states could have dreamed. Servants, yacht, DC3 with private living room configuration and pilots who let me “land the plane” in Caracas……. I thought it was all just dandy. I had a large sense of entitlement that came with the territory.
Once you have lived in another country the United States can never be the same. Once you have been immersed in another culture, you can no longer stay completely within the old cultural bounds. When I returned to life in the US I never lived east of the Mississippi or north of the line (Mason/Dixon, that is) ever again. There is something very powerful about being bilingual, but it is even more empowering to be bicultural. My life developed from a tight and limited beginning to a progressively wider and higher view of the world. I crossed more international borders before I was 15 than most Americans do in a lifetime. I was fully fluent in colloquial Spanish, never missing a beat. This short lesson in international diplomacy took place when I was 13-15; My confidence and self awareness significantly changed forever. I took command.
I do not try to convince others to think like I do because I honestly appreciate diverse points of view. I would not waste my persuasive talents to change anyone’s mind for any reason. However, when any group lacks leadership I instinctively boss the group around…sort of like a sheepdog. I sense the inertia and take the situation as a call to action. Giving orders is an interesting experiment. I find that people obey me, not so much because they respect my authority as because they know I am not going to stop…sort of like a sheepdog. I see this model very clearly as I herd my elementary classmates into a video chat with each other. I am sure that I did not have this nature as a young child, although I do want to ask my class if they remember me as a bossy kid. I believe that I developed a certain ability to seek and destroy inertia. We all know that in the end inertia wins, but my life is a symbolic effort to create action from inaction. Some of us are simply born to herd.
What kind of power does an exorcist have? Technically Catholic priests are in the business of exorcism, but in day to day life some people play the role of the exorcist to friends or family. I personally do not have much experience with this archetype, but we all recently witnessed a bookkeeper in a school in Georgia display extraordinary ability to drain the evil out of a situation. Antoinette Tuff found the strength to talk down a deranged gunman with 500 rounds of ammunition. Later in an interview she told the 911 dispatcher with whom she had been on the phone that she had been terrified. She called the courage to act the grace of God. I imagine that priest or not, it is always the grace of God that provides the purging of evil. Do you have any experience with exorcist archetypes?
I have found a true treasure today as I prepared to write this post about my grandfather, George Harvey Taylor. Somebody has placed his photo on Ancestry.com. I instantly knew it was he because he strongly resembles his children, one of my uncles in particular. This is the first time I have seen his image. He committed suicide ten years before I was born, and for at least the first ten years of my life he was never mentioned. I am not sure how old I was when I learned from a cousin that he had killed himself at home at night, his youngest son discovering the body in the morning. It shocked me out of my wits. It still does. The tightly held secret probably had some initial seed of the suicide of one of my cousins in about 1970.
George Harvey Taylor (1884 – 1941)
is my maternal grandfather
Ruby Lee Taylor (1922 – 2008)
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor
George Harvey was born in Texas in 1884 to parents who had moved there from Selma, Taledega to be precise, Alabama, after the Civil War. He met his wife, Hattie May Long, who had been adopted in Mississippi during or shortly after the war. Her adopted parents, the Longs, brought Hattie May with them to Texas, but seem to have left her brother, Fidel, back in Mississippi. After George and Hattie married they moved to Humble, TX, where George was a meter reader for Texaco on a very large oil lease. He rode a black horse around the lease and read various meters to document production. They had ten living children;Hattie lost a couple of pregnancies; then Hattie May died in childbirth, along with the baby….at home, in 1932. George Harvey was left to raise ten kids, the youngest being only two years of age.
When my mother was near death and demented I asked about her father’s suicide and how she felt. She was not in the house that morning, but had gone to Houston to visit her sister. She said she was very angry at him; the reason given was that the lady next door turned down his proposal of marriage. He had carried on as a single father for 9 years and was severely depressed, I suppose. Suicide often leaves the family ashamed like my mother’s religious family. The taboo subject has strange and subtle effects on those who are left on earth. I know that it shaped my mother’s view of life.
Please join me in raising awareness and hopefully some funding for IAMalive.org. during suicide prevention week, Sept8-14, 2013. This 24 hour hot line is created to help people like my grandpa make it through an irrational moment of fear and loathing. This issue belongs to all of us. You can find the easy donation bottom here, along with a list of thank you gifts. My grandpa George and I thank you as well.
The era of click to endorse has only just begun. The competition for likes, comments, retweets and tagging is intense and will only become more brutal. LinkedIn has become very brazen in promoting endorsement clicks as a means to engage. Along with inviting 14 year olds to join, they have started to promote connection in a new creepy way. People you may know flashes before your eyes as you check LinkedIn for any reason. I have found new connections from whom I received no invitation, and I am sure I did not invite. I had basically left my profile there alone for months, only to return and find myself endorsed by people I have never met. The reason I had not been involved for a while was an aversion to this spammy, very bogus kind of alleged professional conduct.
I have joked extensively about this with others and have noticed other bloggers taking up the subject. I have decided to do something about the endorsement situation from my own point of view. First, let me say that if you don’t know me and want to give me endorsement clicks on LinkedIn please continue to feel free to do so. The space for written endorsements is still available for the purpose of praising real life shared professional experiences. I intend to use it to create video endorsements of people I actually want to endorse. They will praise people I know and with whom I have had some experience that has been positive. I hope this revolution in candor will raise awareness about all those people who crave endorsement, but who lack the understanding or the skills to acquire it in real life. We need to show them compassion without enabling them.
In archetypal roles we have potential to play out a positive aspect of a well-known character, such as the king, or play the shadow aspect. The king is such an essential male character in myth and culture that most men see themselves in some way to be a king. King of the home castle may be the only one, but there is a royal male at some point that will be portrayed by a man. The inner king and queen relationship, the balance between understanding and wisdom vs discipline and justice is at the heart of any society. When power is in the hands of weak or corrupt leadership, even within one’s own personality, balance must be restored for the good of society. When we see the strife in Syria and Egypt today it looks like the end of civilization.
The war and economic destruction still rampant in the world is the collective consciousness struggling with this ruling authority. I wonder, when I watch my neighbors as well as rioting middle easterners, if the earth will perish in flames sometime soon. Radioactivity is spewing out of Japan and sewage rolling into rivers all over the globe. When post apocalyptic themes are portrayed in fiction they seem too close to reality today. I love the movie Tank Girl which is a parody about authority, power, and the use of resources. Tank Girl is part of a severely abused underclass, dominated by the all-powerful utility company. They control all resources, except the resourcefulness of Tank Girl herself.
The first invitation I received to join Triberr was from a group of bloggers known as Renaissance Roundtable. The introduction to bloggers in Europe, Canada, and all over the US was an eye- opener for me. Our chief retired completely from blogging about a year after I joined. What was amazing was that the tribe continued to function and amplify each others’ blogs long after the chief retired. This was a strong testament to the systems built by the Triberr big chiefs. I had never tried to build a tribe or join others, but decided that a tribe with no chief was not the only place I needed to be. I went to New York last September on the equinox to meet and greet the Triberr creators and learn more about how to use the system.
The Tribeup NYC meetup was everything I had hoped for and more. I met, in person, some friends I had known only on line for some time. I was given excellent instruction by several professional bloggers with deep experience in the art and science. We had a chance to schmooze with each other over some crazy good Haitian food after the educational component. In retrospect, the social hour was a high point to connect in real life with New Yorkers I will not see again any time soon. The speakers all gave superb presentations that stuck with me as I went home to build my own tribes.
I am now working to create and join active enthusiastic tribes. I see that bloggers come and go, sometimes active, sometimes quiet. Some tribes have few bloggers and many followers( whose work is not shared by the tribe), indicating a one way expectation. Other tribes show members who have not done anything in months. While there is nothing evil about being dormant within a tribe or as a chief, I have come to appreciate the active and interactive tribal brothers and sisters much more than the one way broadcasters. My new strategy is to follow tribes that look interesting, and request a membership. I study the member list and see if any members are active. If the chief does not give me a membership after a few weeks of sharing the tribal posts, I quit and invite all the interesting and active sharing bloggers to my tribe. As in real life, it only makes sense to go where your peeps are. Triberr makes this simple, but not automatic. My next important role to fill in life is that of an inspiring and uplifting chief, leading my tribe to blogging mastery. The sky is now the limit.