I wrote this blog about eighteen months ago and the only
response I feel I can have to recent events is to post it again. For the passage that begins ‘This week has
seen...’, I now write - the massacre of innocent people in Paris, the state
killing of an individual by use of a drone, the continuing aftermath of the
bombing of a Russian passenger plane, the almost daily atrocities taking place
in Syria, Iraq and many other places.
The politicians will call for greater security, the military will call
for reprisals, the media will look for blame, and all will fuel the flames of
fear. So the endless circle of violence
rolls on as the individual cowers in tears for the human race. Soon the politicians will meet in Paris to
discuss climate change. Will they make
the connection between the devastation of the earth and the devastation of
humanity? Will they see that peace and sustainable living are intricately
linked? Or will they bow yet again to
the forces of greed and callous cruelty?
The killings go on,
justified in the name of security by men on television in their impenetrable grey/black funeral suits; whilst for their 'enemies' murder is carried out by men dressed as plastic action men dolls. Flesh and
bone are torn apart to make room for ideas: there is nothing sacred about a life
which does not agree with you, may threaten you, might defy you. Sons,
daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters brothers; indiscriminate lives,
indiscriminate tears, lost smiles and all tenderness exposed as bloodied flesh
in the explosion of bomb and bullet....
Last night the moon rose from the Albanian hills, a ghost of what it was to become. As it gained form and substance it filled with an extraordinary gold/silver light, sending a pathway across the sea towards the tiny village on the coast of the island of Corfu. Today the sunlight dances on the water against the background of the blue, misty hills and the pale early morning sky. The beauty takes the breath away, not in some sentimental moment, but in the realisation this is the natural world of which all humanity is part. It exists, untouched by human thought.
Last night the moon rose from the Albanian hills, a ghost of what it was to become. As it gained form and substance it filled with an extraordinary gold/silver light, sending a pathway across the sea towards the tiny village on the coast of the island of Corfu. Today the sunlight dances on the water against the background of the blue, misty hills and the pale early morning sky. The beauty takes the breath away, not in some sentimental moment, but in the realisation this is the natural world of which all humanity is part. It exists, untouched by human thought.
This week has seen what
human thought does at its most vicious: the attack on the Palestinians in Gaza
and the shooting down of a civil aeroplane as it was flying over Ukraine.
Both these events have seen the violent deaths of innocent people caught up in
the desperate fighting of other human beings, who appear not to care who they
kill as long as their goal is achieved. Elsewhere bombings and killings
continue, the number of refugees rise and those who suffer most are women and
children – the powerless. As a species we seem to be addicted to
violence, to the cruelty and greed that drives aggression. We lack
sensitivity and are dominated by fear, which leads us to seek security in ways
that make us all much less secure. We are divided by nation, by ideology,
by religion; by the way we define ourselves; by the images we create; and we use
these divisions to give meaning to our lives, whilst we cut short the lives of
others. One wonders sometimes how we, who are so destructive, continue to
live on this planet that contains so much beauty; and, if we continue as we
are, it would seem likely that we will not survive much longer.
What can be done amid such
apparent callousness and ignorance? Can a new generation be brought into
being where violence, anger and selfishness are not seen as the way to be? At
the moment we live in a world of separation and we teach our children through
this separation; humanity is separate from nature; I am separate from you.
So we compete instead of collaborate; we exploit instead of care; we are
individuals standing out from the crowd – who we despise. We compare so
we might feel superior, but all too often we feel inferior. The
continuation of war takes place in our families, in our classrooms, in our
entertainment, in our media and ultimately in ourselves.
Do we really want to live
without war? Are we prepared to face the reality of how we live; in
conflict with ourselves and in conflict with others? Or will we continue
to wring our hands in horror at the photographs of bloodied, broken
bodies? Cry our tears of outraged hypocrisy at the carnage, call for
revenge upon the perpetrators and carry on the madness that underpins our
so-called sane society.
We have to look at what
life is, without sentiment, without judgement, and observe exactly where our
behaviour is leading us. So come to understand what is happening, without
justification and without condemnation. And then that understanding leads
to a change in this way of being, not through the creation of a new ideology or system,
but through taking care of humanity through pure observation. Taking care
in the sense of learning what it means to be human in this world, not
separated, but unified through our common consciousness.
This has tremendous implications as to how we
bring up our children – this is where the road to sanity begins.