For every opinion there is propaganda to support it.
Truth has as many faces as there are faces on this planet. When a truth is upheld by one - we call it idiocy or madness, when it is upheld by a small number we call it a cult, when it is upheld by many we call it religion, when it is accepted as fact we call it science or mathematics , but when it is upheld by the media - any media we still call it propaganda because that's what media is. Media is not science - it is not based solely on facts. Media is a biased perspective on the flux that is the multitude or simultaneous realities. No matter how media seeks to support it's argument with pseudo facts and hired experts to promote it's perspective - it's propaganda - it is incapable of presenting all at once the billions of faces and truths which convey something closer to the actual truth, nor does it seek to. Media is deliberately biased - it's function is to indoctrinate it's readers and subjects, to win their consent and hold their belief. Every temporal truth is not truth forever, just true until proved otherwise. The world is not flat.
I've always been put off by this aspect of spirituality/ religion - it seems so pervasive - predators drawn to positions of unquestioned authority. I loved reading 'The masks of God' series by Joseph Campbell - it really had a great way of demystifying our search for meaning and enlightenment without diminishing any of the wonder. One of my personal issues with the allegory of the fall of man in the Christian bible is the message it sends. So you have this so called All Powerful God who rules that this fruit on this tree of knowledge of good and evil can not be tasted. Then satan who is in the form of a serpent, a snake, a representative of nature itself, tempts Eve, the female, who then tempts Adam the male - they eat and God condemns them to leave the garden as punishment for going against his will. The message here seems clear enough, 'Do not trust nature and curiosity and Do not question the authority of God' - but this a dangerous precedent - I say question authority every single day. Gurus and priests , politicians and lawmen, CEO's, teachers and coaches must be held to accountability . Knowledge is power and sure the books are all there if you care to read them, but still most of us at some point in our development will seek out guidance - knowledge of good and evil if you like, and unfortunately there's a plethora of creeps ready to take advantage of this. Also I think curiosity is a truly wonderful human quality - it's how we discover new things. What would science be without curiosity ? What would love be without curiosity? We each must find our own way to peace like a man with burning hair must find a pond, and each must have the right to practice communion with the divine mystery in our own way- and hey sex is being very close to God right in actuality? It is through sex that we have the creative power shared by man and woman to create life - that's as close to God as it gets. And yes sex too is a revelation of sorts an emancipation - a transcendence from the mundane - I don't know maybe I have become prudish as I've gotten older - but some sanctity in this most personal of spaces - some kind of respect for our most intimate world and place of wonder is a good thing.
Me To Me Today at 4:00 PM I guess the Byron Shire isn't on there as an option ;) Australia is such a diverse country - when I did my last circumnavigation I really felt how different we can be from one town to the next - but there's these little pockets of artists and pockets of people who like to grow or eat organic food and pockets of people who love original new music - there's all these compassionate heart hotspots which seem to be like magnets for other like hearted types all across the country. I guess though as a generalization that as far as capital cities go Melbourne with it's Green MP and effervescent art, music, coffee and cultural scene is the obvious place for such inclined souls. I do miss living in Melbourne , all it's culture and the great Job opportunities down there, but there's also something so wholesome, laid back and heart felt about this little Byron Shire Bubble we all live in up here - it's hard to give it up. I went back to Melbourne after finishing my degree at Southern Cross and I'm glad I did, and maybe I will again at some stage , but when I was there I was missing things I loved about living in the Byron Shire too - so it's a compromise either way I think. We all got to travel though. I find nothing opens the mind up like a trip to foreign soil and a brand new culture to experience. I guess I've been a bit of a tortoise over the years, moving from here to there and traveling around with little more than one single guitar and a back pack at times. I've made some truly deep and life long friends along the way and many homes away from home. This most recent health challenge for me over the past month with pericarditis has been a real reminder though that I'm just passing through here and no matter how much we like the place we're on borrowed time. Hopefully a good amount of quality borrowed time , but that's not ours to know. I'm not religious but feel a deep spiritual connection to the process of life expressing itself here in the living universe. From what we know energy changes form boiled water evaporates etc god the last 20 years seems to have gone by in a blink. It's truly precious to have a consciousness and a heart to love family and friends and to hold a gratitude , a respect and wonder for life itself expressing itself everywhere around you. All that is a great gift and in a way it's a shared gift coz it doesn't belong only to one of us- no matter how much of the pie you slice up there's still enough for everyone to have their fill. I guess in a way this idea has become my home. All of life and all our hopes, aspirations and dreams we will one day have to give up; have to let go of- our very identities are masks as brief as our mortality, our beliefs can not save us from death itself. Our beliefs might help us accept our fates and give us hope for an afterlife, but as identities we ourselves must cease at the final breath. Physics says we will change forms, our bodies will decay and feed the worms , who'll feed the birds etc etc or our ashes will scattered and our gas released - so where is our true home then? Still Melbourne? Maybe - our maybe home is within the processes of life itself expressing itself weirdly and wonderfully in every corner of the universe and potentially beyond ....... Ha ha ha - ok now that's a rave right there folks. Obviously someone hasn't been getting out enough. :) still just housebound and healing - sorry if any of this seemed heavy - it was intended more along the lines of the unbearable lightness of being ;) but yeah I guess anyone who grew up in Melbourne and watched the VFL sell out his beloved Fitzroy footy club would find himself wandering like a tortoise with a back pack home searching for answers. :) ah it's a bad cliche - but I'm full of them - I guess cliches are good short cuts at times for communicating complexity simply and that's the goal right ? To pass an idea from within to the outside world ? To commune ? I guess home also makes me think of feeling connected or belonging. So thanks facebook friends for accepting my little rant and providing me with a sense of communion with the outside world whilst I chop away day by day here in my little immunosuppressive bubble of recovery. :) Blah , andy
P.S ( I felt since I'd just blurted all that I should add a disclaimer of sorts ;) )
I think the fact that we will one day die is most usefully processed not in negative hopeless just give up what's the point kind of way. I believe more in a positive existentialism - a real sense of giving it everything you've got whilst you've got life to do it with. I believe in responsibility and determination. I think no matter what you suffer through let it temper you like metal in fire - become stronger through your sufferings and do what you believe in. Sometimes I wonder if our consume and discard culture stems from this nature is the devil kind of thinking. If we can not trust life, if we can not trust our very instincts, if we are not a part of the animal kingdom and place ourselves above it then it gives us license for the destruction of nature, the destruction of our home. When I write about just passing through here I don't mean without a sense of responsibility. I think our deeds are weighed up at the end of the day - if even in our own conscience - maybe heaven is simply to be remembered well by those who remain after your gone - in their hearts and their thoughts you live in a loved place. Anyway just wanted to add that to my previous blah. I remember reading about the difference between positive and negative liberty and thinking we all deserve to experience both, with only the one exception that your positive liberty must not impose restrictions on someone else's. Of course that may well be completely unrealistic. I like it in theory though. With heart, Andy
I think the whole wolf whistle thing or yelling out sexual comments to a woman walking by from a car full of male 'mates' is a clear example of a culture of repressed sexual expression. Too many Australian males lack the tools to express their feelings. Testosterone is such a powerful hormone and without tools for healthy expression it rears it's head in all kinds of less attractive ways. As a national male identity I've always felt overall we lack poetry. I think we are so sport driven and sport valued in this country that as young men we really lack skills of communicating the complexity of our hearts. A lot of young men I'm sure as I have, experience the beauty of a woman as a totally overwhelming thing. They don't know at all how to cope with it. It's totally irrational . They make some failed drunk attempts at a bar perhaps to express the feelings they have in their hearts and in their groin - it goes badly , they feel embarrassed and they repress those desires further. In the safety and anonymity of their cars that repressed energy finally gets some small release. I personally think our nation has been dumbed down or rather kept dumb since it's days as a penal colony. Education was seen by convicts and their children as something for the elites. To strive to be better was frowned upon because you were striving to be one of them - some kind of reverse snobbery. I think it's also expressed as tall poppy syndrome. Of course it is changing - Melbourne as a city is a great example of how far we've come, but we've got a long way to go. I think the more young males are exposed to the arts, philosophy, poetry, social sciences etc - the more self aware they become and the more tools they have to express the complexity of their overwhelming experience of beauty and desire the less they will beep their horns. From every corner men are being confronted by Venus - ten story high billboards, glossy magazine covers, tv, internet etc etc - without art as a tool to speak back, without philosophy as tool to process - like a vandal whose graffiti is to pen their name or a crude picture of a phallus on a toilet wall, so too will the less sophisticated and sport valued beep their horns in sing their filthy phrases in the only songs they've learnt to sing in praise of the goddess.