readers, see River's link

dr.e

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pjsUAZt1vE
(sorry do not know how to set a link on this)

Then after hearing about the Mumbai attacks and being connected to three Eastern teachers from India i could feel their hearts and in that connection could feel the heart of India and the heart of the world. . . .truly we are all in this together. . .

Then read this from your other blog Dr. E. . .”Recently, Bishop Robert Hermann, administrator of Archdiocese of St. Louis, Mo., gave an interview to his archdiocese newspaper, The St. Louis Review: “If American youth are willing to go to war and lay their life down to defend our freedoms, then every bishop should be willing to give up his life, if it meant putting an end to abortion.”

Found myself thinking once again about his “choice” of language and does the language he speaks from truly hold reverence for life?. . . .

I think we completely fall out of the boat when we use the language of war. . .but if “powers that be” must use that language then i would like to offer them this quote by Bruce Larson Moore

“The Last War

Freedom, Peace and Security will NEVER be won nor secured by the sword, another war will always need to be fought to end the fear of the sharp blade against the vital thoughts of change.

The last war will be waged without soldiers or freedom fighters, without blood shed or death, no rockets red glare, no bombs bursting anywhere.

The last war will not cause suffering, broken hearts, splintered spirits, or shattered bodies and souls, the creation of nature and man will not be crushed under the rolling thunder of armored machines, chemicals will not rain down from above, maniacal viruses will not attack from within, suicide terror raids, genocide, and nuclear holocaust will have no place in the last war, the casualties will be the end of competition, industry, government and religion which plan for and carry out the destruction, addiction and control of others.

The last war will be waged BY THE PEOPLE FOR THE PEOPLE, a war where all things will be TREATED as equal, a war employing weapons of MASS COOPERATION, battles fought and won with tolerance for all, understanding of difference, awareness of responsibility, a war in which compassion and love conquer and destroy the final evil enemy of humankind, the last war, the mother of all wars, the war to end all wars, must be waged upon fear.

We the People, declare a global war on fear.”

Dr. E. . . sorry i know this was too long but often find the stories of the lives and concerns you write about reverberating deep then out into the concentric circles that ripple and fades into the stillness. . . into that place— we all know we rippled out from. . .

I hope I am not one from whom you feel you need to guard your wick.

Help us to hear the voices of the oppressed everywhere, the tiny voices of Middle eastern children who never knew what hit them, the stories their grandparents told them about justice and truth.

It is especially terrible because the terrorists take great delight in singling out Jews to be victims of their obscenities. We must continue to attack their bases in Pakistan.

Here, in this article, I do not know 'who' “the other side” is in this situation in India. I do see that a young mother and father were murdered. Myself, I'm puzzled by minds that believe in hypertrophic glorifying or gorifying, critiquing or rebuking those who are innocent or moderately imperfect. But, I do make a critical differentiation about those who purposefully harm the innocent. I do see individuals, like Than Shwe of Burma, for instance, as a murderer. It is a fact, not a soft fact, a rigid one.

I hope to tell some of the stories of our times, in the way I've been given somewhat tattered gift to do here on earth. Thinking through and writing about stories like this one, or the Little Iraqi Madonna or honour killings or abortion, all cost… in ways writers know storylines extract prana from the writer… unless one merely copies out the journalistic formula of 'the pyramid' …

A good many writers on TMV and other blogs write often through a hoop of fire, not friendly. An often enough painful inspiratus. To my way of seeing, you have to have ovarios y /o conjones to step into the ring of fire and write about subjects that burn you, literally turn your stomach and stun your soul. It would be so much easier to write about other matters. So much easier.

I just hope to be granted the grace to keep writing the stories that appear to me/ before me. I know the world, as we sing, struggles in darkness. I have this one little candle…

The exemplar who taught me this… to be conscious of, but far far less concerned about the predictable and rote dark mass bedeviling, but to instead give one's jing to sheltering the candle held in the palm of the hand, to shelter it's tiny flame from whatever sideways winds are maliciously or unconsciously sent by others. That was perhaps Carl Gustav Jung's most brilliant prologia aeternum.

It's a good one I think.

dr.e

Here, in this article, I do not know 'who' “the other side” is in this situation in India. I do see that a young mother and father were murdered. Myself, I'm puzzled by minds that believe in hypertrophic glorifying or gorifying, critiquing or rebuking those who are innocent or moderately imperfect. But, I do make a critical differentiation about those who purposefully harm the innocent. I do see individuals, like Than Shwe of Burma, for instance, as a murderer. It is a fact, not a soft fact, a rigid one.

I hope to tell some of the stories of our times, in the way I've been given somewhat tattered gift to do here on earth. Thinking through and writing about stories like this one, or the Little Iraqi Madonna or honour killings or abortion, all cost… in ways writers know storylines extract prana from the writer… unless one merely copies out the journalistic formula of 'the pyramid' …

A good many writers on TMV and other blogs write often through a hoop of fire, not friendly. An often enough painful inspiratus. To my way of seeing, you have to have ovarios y /o conjones to step into the ring of fire and write about subjects that burn you, literally turn your stomach and stun your soul. It would be so much easier to write about other matters. So much easier.

I just hope to be granted the grace to keep writing the stories that appear to me/ before me. I know the world, as we sing, struggles in darkness. I have this one little candle…

The exemplar who taught me this… to be conscious of, but far far less concerned about the predictable and rote dark mass bedeviling, but to instead give one's jing to sheltering the candle held in the palm of the hand, to shelter it's tiny flame from whatever sideways winds are maliciously or unconsciously sent by others. That was perhaps Carl Gustav Jung's most brilliant prologia aeternum.

It's a good one I think.

dr.e

dr.e

Yes, it is the same “see-through-them” or “don't/can't see them” that we all engage in as imperfect human beings. I'm sure Palestinians have glorious names for their children too, as do so many others who vilified in the press. Whether we starve the innocent in Iraq, massively attack, arrest, detain Palestinians, or bomb lebabanon with bombs that are intended to explode in the hands of civilians, — I don't understand how one can sanctify the loss of life and turn a deaf ear to the suffering of the other– the enemy, the other, the so-called terrorist. We have so simplified the language that most of our own cultural heroes would be classified as terrorists. We have turned away from our own shadows. there is a terrorist within us. Oh, I'm not a terrorist but my government, in my name, engages in acts that kill many innocent people for the purpose of political gain. That is why Saddam was a friend long before he was an enemy.

So, it makes me doubly sad, the degree to which the press hypes the sorrow of the loss of westerners and turns a blind eye/ear to the millions of innocent Iraqi dead. So yes, rail against humanity, our confusions, our delusions, how we kill each other and feign innocence, pointing at our brother/sister to say “it was (s)he who did it.” Yet we know very little what our government does in our name.

May this poor man and his wife rest in peace………and may his elders help their son to understand his loss and to not close his heart to humanity.