Thursday, May 13, 2021

WHAT WE ARE UP AGAINST. EVERYBODY KNOWS. A LEONARD COHEN AND SHARON ROBINSON SONG FOR OUR TIMES

 

 To watch and reflect upon:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IfmiKnZi3E





THE WAY IT IS. WHERE WE STAND. THE EVIL ELITE RIGGED THINGS THEIR WAY. THE RICH-POOR GAPS WIDEN

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows that the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

THINGS, THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN. LIES, FALSE AND FAKE REIGN. DYSPHORIA

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

GREED AND SELF-INTEREST ARE PERVASIVE

Everybody's talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows

 

IN WHAT WAYS ARE WE CHEATED? IN WHAT DO WE TRUST?

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

 

WHO SURVIVES, AND HOW? POLARIZATION AND SELF THE NAME OF THE GAME

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you

DRUGS. BIG PHARMA PROMISES

And everybody knows that you live forever
When you've done a line or two

RACISM. POWER

Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

APOCALYPSE NOW. COVID

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast

EVERY INTIMACY LOST. AND MEASURED

Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

HOPE ALL GONE?

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

 



 




Wednesday, May 12, 2021

FREEDOM: Stay Woke

 


(This piece first appeared as a Halo & Noose newsletter. Free subscription to the monthly newsletter is at http://www.haloandnoose.com ) 


Goodbye freedom? A sad tale

Freedom Day in South Africa fell on April 27th this year.

We live in a beautiful country but lack many freedoms. The security industry is pretty big relative to our GDP - both private and corporate security – with about 10, 500 registered security businesses and 2.5 million registered security officers in play.

In an adjacent suburb to ours, Joe Slovo, two young men were stoned to death by a mob on Freedom Day. A video of them lying in their own blood did the rounds. Witnesses have avoided coming forward for fear of retribution. Similar stories are emerging more and more frequently. Anger seems to be moving from sporadic to pervasive.

Freedom - of life, thought, speech, association, movement, opportunity to become educated, work and earn, privacy - has been long valued as a fundamental human right. It is what confers on us our humanity, gives us our dignity, contributes to what makes us able to interact as equals and to care for our communities, environment and endeavours. Rumi, Jesus, Leroy Little Bear, Buddha would all agree. And they would agree that being set free also brings with it an existential responsibility to make moral, informed choices.

Smooth-talking President Ramaphosa pays lip service to the value of freedom for all, yet remains stuck in an ideological mindset that denies these freedoms to most of our citizens. (Incidentally, the Dalai Lama is still banned from and is not free to visit South Africa)    

Around the World, Governments and Big Pharma have hijacked their citizens, using Covid-19 lockdowns and regulations and fear tactics under the thin veneer of “scientifically fighting the pandemic to save lives”, in order to institute Draconian command, control and wicked coercion aimed at removing people’s basic human right to freedom as a valued value. 

Looking ahead, it seems that nothing is set to change nor improve in the foreseeable future.

An experienced and sound journalist reports, “This makes the recommendations of Fauci – and by implication every expert around the world – in favour of universal, state-mandated lockdowns in response to Covid-19 both flummoxing and dangerous…

By making recommendations for universal lockdowns, Fauci and many like him across the world have defiled science. They have tacitly lied, abusing the implication that, as scientists, they have considered all issues necessary to reasonably consider. They have claimed mastery in realms where they cannot possibly have more than foolery. They have played politician, thereby damaging science”. (Macleod, I. 2021)

 

Hello lost human-ness

It can be argued that love and compassion are the highest human values. If that holds sway, then de-humanisation (one form being the deliberate taking away of freedoms as described above) is the very opposite - or the lowest, most evil of human vices.

It is thus a great pity that Freedom is a value scarcely mentioned in the lexicon of business and organisational values. People have started to talk about being able to speak out in psychologically safe workplaces, about smoothing the way for diverse peoples to associate and belong together freely, to live and work where they desire. But we are a long, long, long way from all people everywhere becoming truly free.

Isn’t it time that we in the South African business world placed far more attention on fighting for valid, basic human rights in the country in which we operate? I fear that big business has been infected by state creep, state capture, endemic corruption and public/ private sector partnering - and may have been rendered unable to act. But smaller businesses still have the capacity to speak out and to do the right things within their own organisations, communities and spheres of influence. 

Isn’t it time that we taught our workforces how to become workforces-for-good, and how to develop their ethical maturity and moral backbone.

And taught them to teach their children about the sacred right of every individual to benefit from things such as:

  • Playing sport or seeking work on merit
  • Feeling safe without fear of their homes, possessions, and even ideas expropriated without compensation – that is, stolen by the government
  • Expecting that their hard - earned taxes and pensions are not stolen and misused - and instead being able to access electricity, clean water, an efficient intermodal transportation system, efficiently run and honest municipal services, a high standard of education, a police force on the side of decency and good, who serve the people
  • Making informed, independent choices about their associations, occupations, and care and well-being of their families and communities
  • Having their privacy respected 
  • Expecting unbiased, high quality education
  • Freely visiting and attending the death beds and funerals of their families and friends
  • (Based on factual information) being able to decide for themselves on matters of social distancing, wearing of masks, receiving vaccinations (all of which are experimental and have no scientific basis) Why doesn't government provide logical, full answers to questions like: if well over 90% of those who contract covid-19 recover because of their natural immunity system then why vaccinate everyone repeatedly for the rest of their lives?... and... if masks don't prevent the transmission of nano particles, then what is the point of wearing them?
  • Not being subject to hate-based speech emanating from government and parliamentary figures in authority (which inevitably cascade down to grass roots level)
  • Not having their compassionate urges impeded by “higher” authorities
  • Being free to walk on the beach without interference 
  • Living in a culture where the norm of hate-based communication is replaced by the bridging of differences between people

In South Africa, instead of this being advocated and nurtured, more and more legislation keeps eating away at these basic human rights, and there is more and more state interference with what should remain independent (for example the judiciary, the reserve bank)...

Years ago the musical group Creedence Clearwater Revival had a hit song whose title captures the current situation well: Bad Moon Rising (Fogerty, John C. 1969)

 

How do we begin to fix what is so badly wrong?  And begin to tell a new story?

We are in the lion's den with all the fear and hopelessness that this brings. My wish is that many discover the capacity to discern truth, to see through deceptions and arrogant, bad intent of the global goliaths, and learn how to act accordingly – and move beyond empty words, lip service, and meaningless gestures, to loving deeds that count. I advocate that each of us relies on the source that sustains and upholds them; becomes calm; does what they can in any small way to reach out; and to continues to stay woke (in the right way).

Calming. In our last Halo and Noose newsletter Nnaumrata Arora Singh spoke to us eloquently about freeing ourselves from FOMO and moving to the peaceful, productive, present state of JOMO.  The joy of escaping from all the overwhelming “noise” (including false stories and fake news) that we are subjected to constantly by the various media channels. (Her powerful piece has been posted  at:

http://storytellinginbusiness.blogspot.com/2021/05/shifting-to-jomo.html ). 

This step  may at first read seem quite insignificant, like starting far too small to make any meaningful difference, but in fact will be a huge state to attain – especially at a time when in South Africa many are fearing a failed State, ever-tightening control and coercion,  and inevitable anarchy. And many are feeling listless, defeated. The attaining of any form of meaningful freedom seems impossible.

Reaching in and out. Becoming still facilitates the consequent flow of compassionate action (and this implies being present to self, our motives, values, world views, and our willingness and ability to shake loose those internal negative beliefs and biases. And to be fully present for, and ready to serve, others).

Beng watchful. It might require a great deal of ongoing inner work and prayer to break free from the new form of slavery being imposed on us by Government agendas.  "Stay Woke", in contemporary parlance, means to be alert to those paradigms dominating society, communities and self; the inherent and perhaps hidden injustices and biases contained within those paradigms; and to seek to put them right. (Politicians and self-interest groups are distorting its meaning). Staying woke, as is always the case, requires starting with self. This is beginning a revolution from the inside- out. You see, as the wise conclusion of Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard teaches us, “The unhappy man is always absent from himself, never present to himself”.  

And perhaps Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a young German pastor imprisoned and executed in 1945 for his opposition to the Nazi regime, best stated (and reminds us of) the need to 'stay woke' and not give up our freedoms so gullibly and mindlessly:

“Upon closer observation, it becomes apparent that every strong upsurge of power in the public sphere, be it of a political or a religious nature, infects a large part of humankind with stupidity. It would even seem that this is virtually a sociological-psychological law. The power of the one needs the stupidity of the other. The process at work here is not that particular human capacities, for instance, the intellect, suddenly atrophy or fail. Instead, it seems that under the overwhelming impact of rising power, humans are deprived of their inner independence and, more or less consciously, give up establishing an autonomous position toward the emerging circumstances. The fact that the stupid person is often stubborn must not blind us to the fact that he is not independent. In conversation with him, one virtually feels that one is dealing not at all with him as a person, but with slogans, catchwords, and the like that have taken possession of him. He is under a spell, blinded, misused, and abused in his very being. Having thus become a mindless tool, the stupid person will also be capable of any evil and at the same time incapable of seeing that it is evil. This is where the danger of diabolical misuse lurks, for it is this that can once and for all destroy human beings.”

 

References 

Bonhoeffer, Dietrich (1997) Letters and Papers from Prison (New Greatly Enlarged Edition) Touchstone 

Macleod, Ian (2021) I Fool – but not a Fauci Daily Friend 4th May, 2021

https://dailyfriend.co.za/2021/05/04/i-fool-but-not-a-fauci/?ml_subscriber=1678028427447244117&ml_subscriber_hash=a0n6

Saturday, May 8, 2021

Shifting to JOMO

 This Halo and Noose newsletter was guested by Nnaumrata Arora Singh who shared her FOMO to JOMO journey and the wisdom gained along the way. It is reproduced here in order that it be available to a larger audience.

Listen as she shares with us her FOMO to JOMO journey and the wisdom gained along the way.

For me it is a story of moving from being in a maze to being in a labyrinth. From being overwhelmed, lost, fearful, confronted by obstacles and dead ends, no escape …




…  to being free to journey to centre, to being aware,  unstressed, being present, calm, relating with meaning and becoming more fully human again. 





There is silence now….

I can finally listen to my own voice…

Over five months have lapsed since I deleted my instant messaging account (the App name is immaterial because this is not about the App – it is about who we become because of it). 

My deep reflection on this mode of communication, that we have come to know as ‘instant messaging’ started a few years ago when my mindfulness practices led me to start observing the interactions that took place amongst people. I started to notice how some people chose to stay silent, how some let their emotions loose and how some were indifferent; perhaps using that as a strategy to block themselves from the overload of words and emotions, many times convoluted with bad grammar and confusing emoticons.

It was not easy. I knew letting go of this one App would mean my going off the grid, disconnecting, in a sense, from all those who were spoilt with easy access to my attention – and it did. It meant a lot more - it was almost like a renunciation - letting go of control, to not be able to direct conversations in the groups I had started and was managing. Letting go of threads that kept me connected to various parts of my fragmented world: my residential community, the school community, alumni groups and many more groups. It also meant distancing myself from individuals who had been liberally finding their way into my day, with my ‘unsaid consent’, assumed by virtue of my being present on an App, irrespective of the time of day, or my availability, or my willingness or state of mind to engage with them. It is to be noted that this distancing was mostly technological for me, but I was surprised to see how it also became about a distancing from my energetic field.

I had become numb to the intrusions, letting it all continue…for years…till I finally came to realize that it had resulted in my developing this insatiable need to know, kind of like a sticky addiction that I could not let go of. I wanted to know everything (because I had the tool that allowed me to). I wanted to know who had said what, what the other person had said in response, how my response was perceived - which words invoked a positive response and which ones did not…and so on. All this was contributing to heaps of information and data points about my perceived behavior of people but more than that, it was invoking this monstrous cloud of ‘word noise’, without really resulting in a rain shower of wisdom.

I could not point to anything that could be construed as substance. 

Sure, I had become very knowledgeable in so many aspects, thinking I had a psychological insight into people - who thinks what, who likes to be silent, what is the general view of people on certain things (owing to the response of a few individuals, which in retrospect, seemed to have been a lopsided as a representation of the group at best); what triggers people, what brands or teachers do people support. But at the end of it all, I had started to experience a deep sense of void, which I only recently understood as lack of quality personal connections. 

 

Communication, you see, is like a dance. We need to be in it. 

Each person needs to be present with themselves and with the other to allow for magic to unfold in the space that holds them. 

Instant messaging, however, seems to provide somewhat of a rocky dance floor in a dark room, where we can barely see the other. The only way to construe the movements of the other is to imagine as we struggle to steady our own movements. And in the end, this form of dancing does not remain the beautiful experience that it was intended to be. If anything, it becomes cumbersome and snatches the joy out of this divine dialogue of rhythmic human motions, which we call dance.

I have, on the other hand, often, experienced deep connection in moments of silence, with myself and with those who have been in my field of awareness. Words do help, sometimes, to fill in the gaps where the connection seems to break or becomes contiguous.

Over the years, I longed to find that connection with myself all over again. No matter what I tried, it was not be possible to continue to hold that connection if I continued to dive into a sea of updates and information, most of which were not relevant to me. I started to wonder what it might be like to experience a withdrawal from the news, from what is going on in the world, the ‘vox populi’, just so that for some time, I could be present to my own inner voice for a longer period of time. 

My scientific bent of mind prodded me to do a test run, which led me to delete the App from my phone for a few days. With my account still operational, I knew I could login anytime and ‘catch up’ with whatever I had missed. As time passed, I learnt to not pay attention to that in me which wanted to know, and instead I started to relish the ‘not knowing’. I had unknowingly missed this so much! It felt like an ecstatic reclamation of my spirit. 

Much to the dismay of many people in my network, I had finally disengaged myself from all that was going on and found my peace. It seemed that my time, my attention, my voice and my feelings, had all been wrapped and delivered to me in the precious packaging of silence. 

 

There was no fear and the accompanying list of ‘What Ifs’ that usually came with missing events or chats That seemed to fly away like the ashes from the fireplace which has spent its wood and has no warmth left to offer. I felt an unmistakable sense of joy. I was experiencing JOMO: the Joy of Missing Out. 

I was so grateful to not know so many things in the world and still am. I started to trust the universe more, knowing that it would bring to me the messages that were meant for my highest good and find a way of enabling those who truly value my connection, to reach out to me. I am happy not knowing the latest products that fellow residents are buying, I am happy not having to catch up on what I missed on an important topic of discussion, I am happy not knowing what the school moms think about the homework or about the situation of the coronavirus in our city. I am grateful to have the contacts and resources to be able to access this information should I need to.

I have had reactions from people ranging from shock (on how I was able to survive without an Instant Messaging App), to suspicion (with people beginning to doubt my intention to keep in touch with them), to complaints (about how I have become so inaccessible, to even being labeled as selfish and unconcerned). To each, their own. I have offered no explanation nor apology. I am being me.

Life has been so generous with the dollops of time that I have gained as a result of this one choice. As a result of the extra time on my hands, I have been able to make the time and space to write again (this write up is one result of that), to learn a musical instrument (Ukulele, if you must know!), to sit back and wonder whom do I really want to spend my time with now? I am very present with my daughter and I have seen how she has flourished as a result of that.

Yes, time and space are constructs of the mind but the one undisputed way of measuring our human life on this Earth is to count the number of breaths we were allocated. If we take a look at the time that we had and what we have chosen to do with till now, it is a good indicator of how we value our life. 

Wealth, health, social relations, all aside, the currency we have been endowed with for this life, is this finite number of breaths. What would we like to spend our waking moments on today? 

If we were to bring this awareness to our daily lives, to be able to spend our moments purposefully, from a space of joy, we would living in ‘abundance’ in its purest sense. Scarcity of time comes from the unconscious splurging of moments through our day. 

Every time we say ‘Yes’ to something that our heart does not want but we believe we must have - because that is what most people do or because we think saying ‘No’ will make us seem this or that - we are operating from a space of FOMO (Fear of Missing Out). We believe we will miss out on something and be left behind and will forever be unable to catch up with the rest.  Catch up with what? Catch up for what? To go where? As Ram Dass said, “We are all walking each other home”.

 

I invite us all to reclaim the remaining breaths we have on this planet, remembering that death is the only thing that is certain. The next time you realize you missed an important meeting or a wedding or reading that popular book - make a conscious effort to move into a space of JOMO. Open up to the wonders of life that open up for you as a result of this missing out. 

Being able to apply JOMO makes for a blissful life. You’ll see!

 

(This article is dedicated to my spiritual teacher Nithya Shanti, who introduced me to this concept of JOMO. I first experienced JOMO when I had to drop out of his spiritual retreat for the second time in a row. I learnt what I had to learn by not being a part of the retreat. How wonderful!).

 



Nnaumrata Arora Singh is a Writer, Changemaker, Social Artist, Conscious Living Coach, Workshop Facilitator, Circle Convenor, Systems Thinking Researcher.

Nnaumrata holds the vision of awakening and galvanizing the feminine spirit for a planetary transformation of consciousness. 

She has leaned from over 21 years of work experience, including a 14 - year corporate tenure with leading MNCs, is the Founder of Life Beyond Motherhood, Zemyna Foundation, and co-leads the RISE (Religion, Interfaith and Spirituality for our Earth) sector for the Charter for Compassion. 

Nnaumrata lives in India with her husband and 12 - year - old daughter.


If you feel called to be in touch with Nnaumrata, her email address is: 
namrata.arora.singh@gmail.com