FORCE

14 12 2014

This is the sixth chapter of Charles Eisenstein’s “The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible.” You can buy the book here.  Please do!

The state of interbeing is a vulnerable state. It is the vulnerability of the naive altruist, of the trusting lover, of the unguarded sharer. To enter it, one must leave behind the seeming shelter of a control-based life, protected by walls of cynicism, judgment, and blame. What if I give and do not receive? What if I choose to believe in a greater purpose, and am deluded? What if the universe is an impersonal melee of forces after all? What if I open up, and the world violates me? These fears ensure that ordinarily, no one enters the new story until the old one falls apart. It is not something we attain; it is something we are born into.

The same interbeingness that makes us so immensely vulnerable also makes us immensely powerful. Remember this! Indeed, the vulnerability and the power go hand in hand, because only by relaxing the guard of the separate self can we tap into power beyond its ken. Only then can we accomplish things that are, to the separate self, impossible. Put another way, we become capable of things that we don’t know how to “make” happen…..

the chapter ends:

This book is a call to surrender control-based thinking, so that we can accomplish things far exceeding the capacity of our force. It is an invitation into a radically different understanding of cause and effect, and therefore a radically different conception of what is practical. Acting accordingly, our choices often seem, to those operating within the old paradigms, to be crazy: naive, impractical, irresponsible. Indeed, they seem that way to that part of ourselves—and I trust that it lives just as much in you as it does in me—that also inhabits the old story. You might recognize its voice, critical, disparaging, doubting, insinuating. It wants us to stay small, safe, protected in our little bubbles of control. My purpose here is not to urge you to fight that voice or purge it; simply recognizing it for what it is already begins to loosen its power.

None of this is to imply that we should never use force, or that we should abandon all forms of acculturation that depend on winning acceptance from parents, elders, and the group. These will always be important parts of the human drama. However, our deep ideologies have blinded us to other ways of initiating change. This book will explore the return of force (and reason, linear thinking, etc.) to its proper domain.

 





BREAKDOWN

2 08 2014

(This is the second chapter of Charles Eisenstein‘s book, “The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible.”   MBW_fullI have reproduced the opening and the closing paragraphs.  You can find the whole book here, for free, but please support Charles Eisenstein by buying the book!  Thank you!

 

The kingdom of God is for the broken hearted.”

–Fred Rogers

It is frightening, this transition between worlds, but it is also alluring.  Have you ever gotten addicted to doom-and-gloom websites, logging on every day to read the latest evidence that collapse is coming soon, feeling almost let down when Peak Oil didn’t start in 2005, or the financial system didn’t collapse in 2008? (I’m still worried about Y2K, myself.)  Do you look toward the future with a mixture of dread, yes, but also a kind of positive anticipation?  When a big crisis looms, a superstorm or a financial crisis, is there a part of you that says, “Bring it on” hoping it might free us from our collective entrapment in a system that serves no one (not even its elites)?

……superstorm

We do not have a new story yet.  Each of us is aware of some of its threads, for example in most of the things we call alternative, holistic, or ecological today.  Here and there we see patterns, designs, emerging parts of the fabric.  But the new mythos has not formed. We will abide for a time in the “space between stories.”  It is a very precious–some might say sacred–time.  Then we are in touch with the real.  Each disaster lays bare the reality underneath our stories.  The terror of a child, the grief of a mother, the honesty of not knowing why.  In such moments our dormant humanity awakens as we come to each other’s aid, human to human, and learn who we are.  That’s what keeps happening every time there is a calamity, before the old beliefs, ideologies, and politics take over again.  Now the calamities and contradictions are coming so fast that the story has not enough time to recover.  Such is the birth process into a new story. 

music:  Grateful Dead, “New Speedway Boogie” (first is the studio version, second is gret live footage from a 1970 concert)





FROM THE MAILBAG

2 08 2014

obama-gun-controlI received the following response to my July essay, “The Second Amendment.”  I was in the middle of a lot of other things when I received it, so I published it, gave a brief response, and promised more later.  My comments and responses follow the text of the letter.

Interesting take on the 2nd Amendment. If England would have had better gun control laws then the revolution would have never happened. If England would have taken the rifles from their citizens and allowed only the Soldiers of the Crown to use them, our nation would have never been born.

I find your post, in all honesty, hypocritical. The reason is simple, you speak of how the Farm was brought down by the FBI and the CIA – a shadow government. Yet, you speak of only allowing the government and criminals to own guns – for they are one and the same in many cases. What happens when they come for you?

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THE BUTTON TO PUSH

16 12 2013





PROGRESS ON CONNECTING WITH OUR NEIGHBORS – increasing (our sense of) community

25 08 2013

(This post was written by both of us)

We recently attended a potluck with Transition Nashville on developing community in neighborhoods.   Mike Hodge of Nashville’s Neighborhood Resource Center gave an interactive program with our group. Mr. Hodge  asked each of us to share with the group our answers to some questions about our neighborhoods and relationships conducive to community.  We both said we had given up on our neighbors, and find our community  in Transition Nashville and other groups of people with whom we share interests.

Cindy:  In my thinking,  my neighborhood is not the same as my community. Some members of my community live within a few miles of me.  I don’t have “friends” on my street. I realized that I have some negative association with every nearby neighbor except the new ones who moved in a year ago whose property adjoins ours along two back property lines. (We can walk a half mile to their house, but have to drive about 5 miles to their house!)

There is the “home-place” next door, where  family members visit and occasionally spend hours doing target practice.  The same family burns their household garbage,  including plastic (we offered to take their plastic garbage to the local trash depot for them – they declined the offer).  There are the neighbors whose cigarette smoke  drifts over to my house;  the neighbor who completely dominates any conversation”;  the neighbors who probably called Codes on us several times; the drug dealing neighbors; the neighbors who let loggers rape their land; the neighbors with the (possibly illegal) C&D landfill; the neighbors with the dogs that bark all night; the neighbor with the “insecurity light” that glares in our eyes and destroys our dark night-time skies.

I realized that I need to make positive connections with our neighbors as best I can. That is up to me.  We have approached some of them and had positive interactions.  There have been a few good conversations over the years. I need to place more emphasis on the positive interactions than the things about the neighbors that annoy me (or worse).

This very moment, I am also dealing with one of our wildlife neighbors, a skunk, who just walked into the basement where I am writing this.  Sharing space with a skunk is definitely a challenge to one’s composure!  Read the rest of this entry »





On The Demolition Of Our Poor Burned House (2013)

31 07 2013

The fire occurred April 16 and 17 2013. The tear down of the damaged roof and walls was completed on Friday July 26, 2013. Why did it take so long? There was shock and adjustment, obtaining rebuild permit and temporary power pole, deciding what to attempt to save, a family wedding to prepare for, work to stabilize portions of the structure to remain, the physical cutting apart of the to be demolished part from the to be saved part, getting heavy equipment, a driver, and dumpsters delivered. All of these  steps took time and normal daily life functions like eating, dish washing, bathing, paying bills, dealing with backs going out of whack and heart beats going out of rhythm to deal with and rain. (Oh yes, I nearly forgot the effort and days to sort through belongs, sorting damaged from good and figuring out where to store   stuff, packing and moving into storage in various old farm out buildings on the property.)

Getting the to this point of  burned structure going away in dumpsters was a milestone. At the time of this writing, there still remains floor over the old basement to be demolished as well as the boards on the front porch.

Here are some photos of before and after and some of the work in progress.

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Through the “Lens of Endings” – Houses and Relationships and Flaws

20 07 2013

Painful to watch house be torn apart, even though it needs it! Sad to see how the builder of the 1985 addition we are salvaging scrimped on materials as present master carpenter on this project has been  pointing out. (He wanted to tear that part down as well as he saw it as shoddy. To save $1000’s, we  decided to reinforce it and save it. )

I have been reflecting on the wonder, the mystery of so much good living I have done in the past sheltered by a house full of construction mistakes. Part of me is confused.  The confused part believes that nothing good could have happened in surroundings that were so imperfect. (I am noticing that “good”/”bad” is happening where ever one “tunes in” all the time!)  Flaws and imperfection abound, to our way of perceiving. Now I am reminded of the common occurence  among folks struggling in relationship – especially in the “endings” of relationships – doubt that there was “ever really any LOVE” in that relationship. Upon the process of ending  relationships, statements are uttered in thought or out loud resembling ” How could I ever have believed (trusted) _____________ to ____________me. ”

Picture from burned out home of Cindy and Martin. To the right is a room that has been dismantled to the studs, prepping for take down.

Stairs to …… (what do you see?)

I am remembering that I am ending a relationship with my home. Read the rest of this entry »








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