Wednesday 4 August 2010

Emotional Boundaries

During the past six weeks, I have been confronted in a big way with the darker sides of myself. It came into stark realisation, just how close to the surface everything seems to still be. The self destructive attitude, the desperate need to not face reality in any shape or form, the constant gnawing knot in my stomach of fear, the nervousness, the longing to throw myself of a cliff just to see if I could finally feel alive, the constant feeling of inadequacy at all that I do and am.

Today, I realised that this really isn't the case.

The above was triggered by others. I do not blame them in any way for this, for it has indeed taught me a very important lesson. I have no boundaries. And I am ok.

Prior to the past six weeks, I have lived quite an isolated life, wrapped up in the simple and pretty much superficial conversations with work colleagues and the safety and understanding of husband to be. I haven’t really been exposed to anyone who could even come close to understanding or relating to my situation. I therefore happily bimbled along in my own little world, pretty much trigger free.

I then wander into a world where bang, suddenly I am surrounded by others who need me to fix stuff for them, and who can fix stuff for me. Suddenly, all is dredged up, and is remembered, all is drowned in too much red wine and cider and cried out into tired embraces. All of it is suddenly pushed back to the surface, and I turn myself inside out to try and absorb the pain that surrounds me and take it from those who hurt.

So, I get caught back in the whirlwind of drama, drink, screaming, entanglement, unspoken threats and screamed accusations. It’s horrible, and yet so fantastic at the same time. I’m alive! I feel like I’m about to snap all the time! I'm crying one minute and laughing the next! I can't sit still I can't eat I can barely breathe unless I force myself to.

Not a particularly healthy way to be I'm sure you'll agree. And what surprised me so much was how quick it was, I literally had no idea that this would happen. Next thing I know I'm thinking about opening a tinny at 10:00am! (I didn't, for the record)

So, I'm sure you are all thinking "get away! run! flee! get back to the stability that you had!"
Now, how would that be dealing with the situation?

I have recognised, this perceived 'need' for extremes of behaviour and emotion. As a child I was under such devastating control, any expression of emotion other that what you were told to express was reprimanded. I was moulded rigorously to be as my parents wanted me to be. I spent the majority of my time rebelling against it, and being punished. As a result I hate feeling what I call 'numb'. I am not used to a 'stable' mindset, and I embrace extremes because I was not allowed to feel anything as a child. Sometimes, I do feel very bland, even dead inside, because I am not used to feeling 'normal'. I remember a conversation with husband to be that I actually felt relaxed once, and it was the oddest sensation in the world. I actually said I didn't like it!

Ooooooh stress release headache...... gah thats better

Sorry, digression. Anyway, so if I can't feel something totally and be engulfed by it then I worry that I'm not feeling it. But, I have realised (again! some lessons take a couple of times to learn) that life does not rely on extremes. Life is life, and a good life is a balanced life. It relies on moderation, on truth, and on all experience. Extreme is nor truth by its very nature, it overpowers, it consumes and pushes out. I would never give up my extremes completely; they are a lot of fun sometimes, but to live on the edge of emotion all the time is very crippling. You cannot do anything, you’re just caught in this spiral of thoughts and tears and god know what else, and (if you’re me) you end up drinking in an effort to calm it down a bit just so you can get some kip!

So, the past has its role to play as it always will, but what has really been brought home is my lack of boundaries. Part of the reason why the past 6 weeks has resulted in all this upheaval is that I just opened myself up to it all. I just flopped over, exposed my underbelly, and went "here! I can save you! give me what you got!" with no concern whatsoever for my own welfare. I thought to rescue my friends, keep them safe, and make it all better, like superwoman.

Today, I realised that I am not superwoman. I cannot and really must stop doing this. I must become more aware of my actions and not just fall into relationships hook line and sinker. People are people at the end of the day, we all make mistakes, and we all take advantage if something appears that looks like it will make life easier for a bit. I will get hurt, and I need to mitigate that as much as possible without losing any of my compassion.
Now, I do have a bit of a dilemma with myself over this. A big reason for why I am the way I am is this deep seated belief that I have: I am stronger than anyone else that I know. I will be ok, even if it takes a day, a week, a month. I will process what has happened, explore it, understand it, work with it. It will be ok even if the knife twists and burns in my side initially.
So, what I need to learn to do is to THINK. Looking back over my behaviour I have reacted, I have not processed what has been happening with any detachment. I have simply gone "Oh my god what can I do to make it better!"

Acquiring some detachment is the boundary I need to build first. I get too personally involved, because in everyone’s eyes I see a little girl with coffee coloured curls who had a really really tough time of it, and I don't want anyone else to go through that. I need to remember that they are not me, that they will have developed their own ways of dealing with and coping with their legacies. I am simply an addition, someone who can help, but not someone who can transform and erase. I need to remember that my pain is just that, mine. And I need to look after myself, and not throw that pain out there for others to deflect off of and get distracted by. I need to learn to say to people "No, I'm sorry but I cannot do all of this for you" or "If I do this, I want something back, otherwise I walk".

I feel better and stronger today than I have since this started. I actually sat and read a book for 1 hour. I haven't done that in ages. I'm enjoying my solitude, wandering around in scruffy clothes and just getting readjusted to myself. Is this the end? of course not, I will no doubt continue to be a fool for others for a while yet. Hopefully now though, the effect will be less drastic :)

Tuesday 3 August 2010

Mortality

I read recently about a process called rippling. This is the idea that each of us creates concentric circles of influence that may affect others for years or even generations to come. Often we exert this influence without conscious intent or knowledge. This idea of rippling is used by the psychiatrist Irvin D Yalom as part of his therapy for patients suffering with death anxiety.

Mortality has been in my face a bit lately. Two people whom I love very much may have a degenerative disease, there is the ongoing saga with my grandparents, and my own continued fears of dying before I did the right thing and facing eternity in the cold and dark. So, I quite like the idea that I might be able to persist in some form through the people who are close to me. I have no family who will mourn, so I try my upmost to have a positive impact on my friends in the hope that I might be remembered fondly on occasion.

Ironically I don’t want anyone at my funeral. I would bury myself if I could, and just not tell anyone that it happened. I would like to be remembered, but I don’t want anyone saying goodbye or being sad about my demise. I don’t think anyone has the right to, but that is a story for another day.

So, with this idea of rippling in my head, I return to my conversation with a friend of mine. He had recently admitted that my reappearance in his life had uncovered a ton of stuff for him, stuff that he thought that he had dealt with. OK, not the sort of rippling I had in mind..... However, we have been talking a lot and a lot has been shared. He has been a great help on more than one occasion, and I thought that perhaps I was managing to reciprocate the favour.

He has been quiet past few days, and told me that he thinks he has made real breakthroughs and managed to sort a lot of stuff out in his head. I was really pleased, but then it hit me (and I’m gonna say now, anyone who says I am not a selfish person can retract that statement this instant).

I had no role to play in his epiphany.

I have tried very hard for this guy for a long time, as you all know. I’ve said everything I that I could, I have sacrificed and exposed and laid out on the table every frickin card I could think of. All to no avail. He continued to insist that he was born a fuck up and nothing was going to make it better, or simply would not talk to me about it. And yet he sent me a link to a song that made everything that I was railing at at the time better for me, and he knew that it would.

I think I’ve been getting it rather wrong all these years. It would appear that I have helped not one iota in this situation, apart from being an emotional punchbag for him to scream at. I suppose this is admirable in itself, but all you need is the skin of a rhino to do that job effectively. I don’t, I got broken quite a lot. So, in order to help, I had to break. I could not contribute anything else other than my fragility.

That sucks a little.

I’ve been told in the past that I am brutally honest. It has never done me any favours. It either lays me out like a slab of meat for the crows, or turns people against me in contempt. My screams have been compared to a scene in Team America recently, hows that for pointing out just how ridiculous you are capable of being. But, my honesty has always been a big part of me. To play the game like everyone else does and kid myself wouldn’t feel right. Maybe rippling is not something that I will do, or maybe it will only be in the form or ‘remember that crazy bitch? She was fucked!’

I suppose people will a least get a giggle if that is the case. Do / will I impact positively upon people? Yes of course I do, I know that. But, today made it quite clear that chances are I will not impact in the way that I want to. I always wanted to be the one who offered the piece of wisdom that stuck in someone’s mind, the one with the eyes too old for her age and a knowing smile. But I think, at this stage anyway, I’m more the one that intrigues but is not taken seriously. I guess what hurts so much is, I give everything for my friends, and they just don't realise it. They don't really need me, but they ask again and again and again. And again and again they get.

A wise man sad to me not so long ago "you are too generous with yourself, you need to keep some back". Today made it very clear just how true this is.

Apologies, Again!

Hello everyone

I haven't died, not transmutated, not found a way to bend the time space consoritum with a discombobulator

Nope, I've simply been, drained.

I just notice my last post was at the end of June, which is fairly diabolical. This one is sadly not to be up to the usual standard of intellectual fascination and five year old silliness that we have all come to know and love, simply an explanation of sorts for my absence.

Basically, I have been trying my best to be there for my friends, (old and new) and three of them all needed rescuing, at the same time, two of them continuously. Not to mention that I have adopted one of said friends' brother as my own and am having my own issues concerning my rather scarily fierce protective tendencies that I have towards him.

I shall explain all in due course, in a post on boundaries, something that we survivors of abusive upbringings struggle with at the best of times. But anyway, thats where I have been, helping people out to the best of my ability. Unfortunately it can be a little time confusing and head f***ing, leaving no space for blog posts but plenty of space for messed up murderous poetry which is where my creative efforts have so far been focused.

I am pleased to report that I slept for about 7 hours last night, got out of bed about half an hour ago, and had a wonderful holiday with my husband to be, all of which have significantly helped in getting me back on kilter.

Normal transmissions will hopefully resume very soon!

Thursday 24 June 2010

Ode to a Mantis

Inspired by David Attenborough's Trials of Life DVD, where I sat a watched a rather disgusting scene where lickle baby praying mantis were emerging from their egg mass. It looked like something out of Alien I'm telling you, and the music they chose involved this bizarre high pitched screaming..... great last thing at night viewing if you are of a nervous disposition

So here is Ode to a Mantis. This is about as intelligent as you will get out of me at the moment, my head is still grappling with partical physics....

Hidden deep within the tropical depths
where only spirits and traitors lie
locked in an ever evolving battle
of wary acknowledgement
Tooth, and claw
A not so noble gentleman
dwells
silently watching the dewy mists
part and expose
the days lip smacking options
Unsheathed daggers
of emerald majesty
held high in prayer to his maker
His cloak of forest cloth
rustles and clicks
as it hangs from his skeletal frame
A shape so alien
long in length and spite
His all seeing eyes curve and roll
fixing his gaze upon your
weakened nerves
For this is his world that you enter now
A world of predatory notion
For the praying mantis
takes no prisioners
Only breakfast, lunch and dinner

Tuesday 22 June 2010

Quantum Physics and Magic - It Does Not Work!

Okaaaaaaaaaaaay, here goes.

Now, I love witchvox.com. I think it is a very interesting and informative site for pagans of all persuasions, offering ideas, support, and insight into all things magical.

However.

There are some authors who insist upon fabricating a scientific argument for the existence of magic. What is worse, is this argument is based on the new and to all intents and purposes, highly complicated science of quantum physics. It is misquoted, misunderstood, and postulated as ‘proof’ for human beings having the ability to exert their will onto and therefore change reality. And this makes me rather cross.

Now, I’m not a die hard believer of magic. I do dabble, it has worked on occasion, but I’m not very good because I do not have complete faith that I can enforce my will onto the universe (I did used to believe that this was possible, and shall be writing a post on the Human Condition and why I have changed my mind on this particular topic later on).

I think that magic is a very personal thing, interpreted differently by each believer, and relative to their unique world view. It is also very subjective. Basically if you believe in magic, it will probably work. The strength of belief is incredible. However, it does not mean that you can physically alter reality. Any 101 book states that the results of magic need not be what you intended, using phrases such as ‘the universe is trying to show you that you are not ready for your request’ or ‘your intent was not clear enough’ and so forth. Casting a love spell will not call forth the man of your dreams from the ether. What it will do, if you believe in magic, is subtly alter your psyche so that your behaviour and perceptions are more favourable to finding the man of your dreams. It will also set up your thought processes to view the outcome, particularly if it is the desired outcome, as the product of your magical attempt.

I think that the clear desire for the magical community to be taken seriously by the scientific is a little sad, much like it is for the (primarily) Christian tradition. To want to prove the existence of magic using science, something so far removed, reveals a deep seated insecurity. If magic truly exists, and you can prove it to others, why do you need the acceptance of scientists? To me, it highlights just how subjective magic is. It highlights that magic has no basis in natural ‘law’ or objective reality, it really only exists in people’s minds.

This post is a critique of an article entitled A Short Case for Magick via New Quantum Mechanics which you can find on the Witch Vox site. I implore you readers, if you find any incorrect information on this post, please tell me and show me where I can learn further. I am not a physicist at the end of the day, and can only explore the following theories to a certain extent.

In fact, this is my first gripe. The author of this particular article, is not a quantum physicist. He is not even an undergraduate student of the topic (or if he is, he really ought to say so as it would boost his credibility substantially). His exposure to and understanding of this subject is therefore not going to match that of a researcher working at CERN. Yet he has the arrogance to claim enough understanding to postulate quantum theory as evidence for something completely removed from scientific enquiry. I am sorry, but he has neither the right nor the credentials, to publish such information as ‘fact’ and thereby misinform the layman who is more than likely to struggle with these concepts and therefore blindly believe his words as truth.

Anyhow, moving on.

The author presents a number of scientific examples to suggest that magical ‘truths’ are indeed fact. I am not going to present his entire argument here, as I am only concerned with his misinterpretation of quantum theory. You can read the article and judge for yourself whether his arguments are compelling, or confused. I am simply attempting to correctly explain the theories that he postulates, and argue for their correct use firmly within the scientific realm not the magical.

A lot of his argument is based around the quantum mathematical tool of the wave function. All particles can be described by their state, which is represented in quantum mechanics using the wave function. ‘State’ encompasses all observable quantities at the particle level. These include position, spin (but not spin in as in a spinning top), velocity and speed. So, my cat can be described by a wave function composed of all the individual wave functions of all its constituent particles.

The wave function of a particle describes the probabilities of all possible states in which that particle could be at a given time, when the actual state hasn’t been determined. Due to this uncertainty, the particle can be thought of as being in *all* states at the same time. This is referred to as ‘superposition’.

Now, determining the actual state of a particle (‘observing’ it) removes this uncertainty, or ‘collapses the wave function’ – so called because the graph of the function changes from being a wave to (more or less) a straight line. The particle is then no longer described as being in a superposition of different states, but rather as a single state.

The author argues that this quantum phenomenon of the wave function is a function itself of magic. He argues that a human being could tune their senses to cause the collapse of the wave function in their immediate environment. The problem here is, is we are talking about a quantum level. Whilst a cat or a human being can be described as a wave function, this does not mean that the whole cat or human being behaves in the same manner as one of its quanta does. To cause the collapse of the wave function in one line of particles in an object does not mean the whole object undergoes collapse. Also, collapse is occurring all the time. Observation does not mean simple to ‘view’. It refers to any sort of interaction. Wave collapse occurs when we touch the table, when the cat sits down, when the bird flies. Everything is effectively in a constant state of collapse, as all particles are in interaction with other particles all the time (the atmosphere does contain particles, after all). Also, he offers no argument that thoughts exist as particles. Magic is thought to be the result of the exertion of will onto our environment. There is no biological nor physical basis for ‘will’. This would suggest that we cannot impose wave function collapse through thought alone; wave function collapse only occurs when particles interact, and yet it is thought that is the primary tool for magic.

This big issue here is that it simply makes no sense to discuss wave function at a macroscopic level. My poor husband to be finally got this very crucial part of information into my small brain last night as I was trying to work out where wave function collapse was happening between my bottom and the sheet. If you take a single proton (in this case, from my bottom) and fling it into deep space, that single proton will have a wave function. Now, take another proton and put it next to it. The protons will interact. The individual wave functions of each proton will collapse, and a new wave function for both protons will form (because wave function describes state). Now, bring a third proton in.....can you see how the level of complication increases dramatically? When discussing a human being, you have so many particles interacting with each other, you effectively have a permanent state of wave function collapse. Wave function has very little relevance to the macroscopic world, so no, you cannot alter reality by collapsing wave function, coz there isn’t anything to collapse! This makes the following sentence redundant: Now suppose as you may, a person; whom through genetic anomaly, meditation, discipline, willpower, or technology could effect the collapse of the wave functions to the range of their senses by psychosomatically changing the way the measuring device (your senses) worked”

It ain’t happening.

The other quantum theory that is mentioned is that of the Many Worlds Interpretation (MWI). The key point of this theory is that wave function collapse is perceived rather than actually occurring as soon as observation (interaction) takes place. Now, the author argues that:

Basically the Many Worlds interpretation states that instead of the wave collapsing into one world and one way; every possible situation where the wave function could be collapsed, reality would instead split off into a parallel world. These parallel worlds would be just like ours but instead the wave would have “collapsed” differently for the conscious observers in that world.

Many Worlds asserts the objective reality of the wave function, but denies wave function collapse. It views reality as a many branched tree where all possible quantum outcomes can be realised, basically it suggests that there are infinite parallel realities to our own. Wave function collapse is therefore only a subjective occurrence, we can only view what happens in the reality that we are in. In fact, superposition is still in place, across multiple realities.

So, the author has contradicted himself here by arguing for collapse in wave function as a function of magic, and then using MWI to further support the claim that magic does exist (see below), but MWI disregards that which he argues allows magicians to alter reality. This is a bit of a worry as he appears to understand the theory, but then totally ignores it and twists it to his own ends.

One can easily extend this to the belief that in many of these “parallel realities” magick does exist in the way the legends describe it and that an individual magician’s attempt to alter reality was also successful in several of these worlds

There is another key point that he has missed. The multiple realities postulated by MWI are non communicating. Did you get that: NON COMMUNICATING. This means that a magician cannot enter these other worlds, alter them in any way, nor when a shaman is in a trance is he interacting with these worlds in any way. Using Many Worlds as ‘proof’ of these statements is an error, as the theory does not allow worlds to communicate.

To use quantum physics to try and prove the existence of magic in the form of humans exerting their will onto material reality does not work. What happens at the quantum level does not happen at a macroscopic level. The proposed explanation for this is the idea of Decoherence.

Decoherence explains how the classical limit (the world we see and live within day to day) emerges from a quantum starting point. The mechanism of decoherence gives the appearance of wave function collapse. When a quantum system interacts with an environment, the two become entangled. The quantum system, therefore, no longer exhibits the behaviour that it would do in isolation. By becoming entangled with the environment, it takes on new behaviours and properties. It looks like a classical system. The environment is ‘measuring’ the quantum system, thus giving the appearance of collapsing the wave. What is actually happening is the quantum nature of the system mixes with and spreads through the environment, and the whole thing gives the appearance of classical behaviour that we see in the macroscopic world.

So quantum physics tells us, that we cannot, as hoooge hooman beans, directly manipulate a quantum system! We cannot see quanta, we cannot use quanta for ‘magic’, quantum laws do not directly impact upon the day to day macroscopic world. We are too bloody big and our world is too bloody complicated. Hoooman beans are subject to the laws of Newtonian physics, not quantum. If we lived in a quantum world, every time you stepped on the ground you would end up in another universe, on the ceiling, with half your body in a pool of water suspended in space and the other half buried in a volcano. But of course, said body of water and said volcano would look nothing like they do in the macroscopic world, as they would also be split in half..... you get my meaning. Nothing would ever get done.

So, there we have it. One mere, budding biologists attempt at explaining why the use of quantum physics as evidence for magic is pseudoscience at its worst. I am now going to have a large whiskey, and a couple of headache pills.

Smile or Die

*rolls hands together in glee* oooooh I’m going to enjoy myself with this one, I haven’t felt this satisfied since I heard a journalist on ‘Have I Got News for You’ utter the immortal words:

“Am I the only one who can see that Obama isn’t black, he is beige.....” or something to this effect. That one made me very happy for quite a while.

I have finally discovered some printed support for my intense dislike for positive thinking, in the form of a very good book entitled ‘Smile or Die’ by Barbara Ehrenreich.

I hate this culture of positivity we live in....I really really hate it. My whole life I have been completely baffled by why people refuse to utter a bad word against their fellows, regardless of whether or not they deserve it. Why it is considered a terrible thing to feel angry or resentful if you have been done wrong. Instead you get told to forgive! And if you don’t forgive, you will be harming yourself by wallowing in all that negative energy.... ya sure.

I don’t get why crying is viewed as weakness. Why you have to sit and smile and be happy go lucky all the time when with others, otherwise you will be shunned as an ‘emotional vampire who is sucking the positivity from your oh so perfect lighter than light soul....’

Good! Shun away! I don’t want to have to spend my precious time sitting and listening to the inane drivel that falls from 95% of the human population’s lips. I have better things to do. I certainly resent the idea that I have to pretend to be enjoying it otherwise I am not fit to partake in society!

Now, I do see why positive thinking is so attractive, but there is a really scary industry out there that is built around this idea and is making millions out of poor souls who are after a bit of hope. The book the Secret is, in my opinion, one of the most dangerous texts out there. It basically tells you that you can get anything you want, anything at all, just by thinking it. Visualise what you want, be it a fast car, a new husband, a puppy, and it will come to you (anyone noticing a connection here!) Ehrenreich exposes the book to be a collection of the wisdom of the ‘positive thinking’ industry, peppered with quotes from various people who ‘style themselves as coaches and motivational speakers’. It was a propaganda trick, and a horrid one at that. The idea that whatever you think and feel you attract results in victimization and a blame culture. Should you not be thinking positively, then your hard luck is your own fault and nothing less that what you deserve.

Yeah. Tell that to the poor bugger who was repeatedly raped as a child and is now too petrified to step out of their own home let alone have a ‘happy’ conversation with someone.

The first chapter of ‘Smile or Die’ is very personal to the author. As a past breast cancer sufferer, she was heavily affected by what she calls ‘the pink ribbon culture’. She suggests that all the positive thinking that sufferers are encouraged to participate in turns the disease into ‘a rite of passage, not an injustice or a tragedy to rail at but a normal marker in the life cycle’. What made my stomach turn was the argument put forward by some nurses, that chemotherapy smoothes and tightens the skin and helps you to loose weight; the idea being that having the disease can actually improve your physical appearance and attractiveness....if it doesn’t kill you. On support forums, should anyone attempt to express mortification, hurt, anger or sadness at their diagnosis, they are instantly attacked for having a bad attitude and wasting their life on bitterness and resentment. Ehrenreich was actually told that she had to go and get counselling to sort herself out when she expressed anger at her disease!

I’m sorry, but I think this is appalling behaviour. It further cements my belief that human beings are cowardly, lowly creatures. The take off of positive thinking to cure everything, from redundancy to cancer, for me points directly to our refusal to face life as it really is. We can’t cope with the idea of anything bad happening in our lives, so we ignore it. Positive thinking is simply a jollier version of narcissism in my opinion. Both involve a complete lack of empathy for our fellow man. Both involve a refusal to face facts, to look suffering in the eye and deal with it rationally. No body wants to help anyone else anymore, in case we get ‘pulled down by other’s negativity’.

A dear friend of mine cannot listen to sad music, she can’t see the point of exposing yourself to misery. If it doesn’t go fast she isn’t interested, and try to keep the lyrics cheery as well please. I enjoy reading about and listening to tales of strife and despair, because it is in these tales that true compassion and love are often expressed. Where the true strength of a person shines through. My friend often tries to persuade me to get more involved with others, to ‘network’ as she puts it. To be a happy go lucky fool amongst even bigger fools in order to have a social life and a pool of people to rely on in times of need. She has also in the past, subscribed to the idea that I should forgive those who do me wrong, as I will only hurt myself if I don’t.

Now, when you ask this person for her opinion on something, she often can’t give you one. She has very few ‘feelings’ towards just about all basic life situations. She doesn’t have a favourite meal, very rarely actively dislikes or likes anyone, can’t tell you whether or not she likes a hairstyle, nor does she take sides in any form of debate. I think this is because of her refusal to face half of life – the bit that hurts. Instead, we have the mask of positivity to maintain and hide behind at all costs. To like / agree with something over something else, means that you must dislike the something else, and that would involve thinking negatively. All must be ok and dandy and all just fine otherwise that nasty feeling in the pit of our stomach will arise and oh god what on earth do I do with it coz I don’t know what to do with it I’ve never looked at it before I know I’ll stuff it down and watch some Mock the Week coz that will make me laugh and there we go all is well again. Now, what was the bit of myself that I might have just learnt about a moment ago but decided to ignore because it involved discomfort? Oh well never mind.

Now, there is a role for positive thinking in life, but for goodness sake people moderation! I think its terribly crippling to maintain a positive outlook all the time. It results in a complete dismissal of key emotions and parts of your psyche, rendering you unable to fully express yourself and live in balance (the key to mental health in my opinion!). The idea that repressed emotions are damaging has been postulated since Freud, and I think actually that this was one of his theories that is still thought to be correct. If you are diagnosed with some terrible disease, to sit and think that if you stay positive then you will survive is really kidding yourself. Yes, you will feel nicer if you don’t collapse in on yourself and fall into a spiral of depression, but I really don’t think that we have a right to tell cancer patients that they if this happens then they hasten their introduction to the reaper. I for one would not blame any of my nearest and dearest if they broke down under such a situation, and I would hope I could respect their right to sit in a darkened room on their own for days on end and sulk.

Instead, we have a culture that creates terribly tragic thought processes like the one illustrated below:

“I know I have to be positive all the time and thats the only way to cope with cancer- but its so hard to do. I know that if I get sad, or scared or upset, I am making my tumour grow faster and I will have shortened my life”

Please dear readers. If life is a bit shitty, don’t sit and ‘force think’ everything to be OK. You can make anything seem ok if you think hard enough, but you are doing your mental health real harm and not making any effect whatsoever on the material world. Take real action, like improving your diet, retraining, cutting back spending money on treats, or communicate with those who hurt you. I’m not saying you have to feel bad when bad things happen, but it is the natural course of things to do so for a time. Allow yourself this basic of human rights. Allow yourself to feel all, rather than fake good.

Friday 18 June 2010

Early Morning Musings

Blimey, we are on a blogging fanaticism at the moment! Still, this is a good thing I think, I would rather be doing this than sat in front of Jeremy Kyle anyway. And when you are not working, that is a very very easy trap to fall into!

This post is a little random I’m afraid dear readers, more me exercising my ability to realise what is going on only after I’ve sat and talked it out / typed it out (the cat is hardly a good contributor to these internal dilemmas).

Anyhoo, a little context would help here me thinks.

Now, I’ve always been a light sleeper. Often in order to help get myself to sleep, I have a little daydream, generally set in some fantastical world where I am beautiful, powerful, and loved by a score of amazingly good looking and emotionally tortured men (make of this what you will). Lately such pre sleeping day dreams have been based around my dear friend Dragon Age, the computer game that I wrote about a few weeks back. And yes, they have involved the two pixelated lovelies fawning at my feet and obeying my every command.

So, during said day dream I was having a conversation with another certain pixelated lovely from the game, about who I would choose as my husband; delicious elven assassin, or gorgeous hunk of stuff templar. I actually uttered the sentence “I want both of them” (Of course I did, this is a dream!) And what happened next was a little....odd.

I was instantly transported with a whacking great thud to the present, feeling utterly wretched over my ex boss! Now, I walked out of my job a little while back, and received a snotty letter from said ex boss stating that he had gone through me personal emails and had found all sorts of incriminating evidence in their about my attitude and how I spent my time. Naturally I was fairly moritified; I felt very stupid and embarrassed, but overall it really didn’t matter. I couldn’t care less about what he thought of me; he is a nasty, selfish, evil piece of work who treats all of his employees terribly and I hate the fact that I lost 2 years of my working life to his little slave trade that he’s got going on. I just felt foolish for being caught out.

But there I was, practically in tears, feeling so so awful about this letter. Now, I know I have issues with authority, particularly male authority figures. Having someone who was liable to pick you up by various body parts and hoof you into a wall will do that to you. I used to work at a riding stables, where the proprietor was basically the very worst of my mother mixed with step dad. I didn't last long, and also spent a fair while afterwards feeling like I had failed him, that I wasn’t good enough, usual blah blah. This individual appears to have no effect on me anymore. No longer do I replay conversations with him where I would have said or done things differently rather than simply nodded dumbly and then ran into a corner. Nor do I conjure up fantasies where I was able to show him up or receive praise from him. So, maybe we are simply going through the same motions with my ex boss, and this will fade? Most likely.

But why did a fantasy about wanting two men turn into self loathing over my work ethic at this company? This is what I cannot get my head around. Is it the admission of wanting something that is ‘wrong’ and I behaved poorly at work? Is it the admission of wanting my cake and eating it? , which in all honesty I did at work (I didn’t work very hard, I don’t if it is made clear that I am a nothing). Is it that I felt guilty in the daydream for wanting two men, which manifested itself as guilt over the nasty emails that I had written?

I’m sure it has something to do with authority, as the feeling in my stomach was very very similar to that when I feel I have upset my parents. I hate being told off, I can’t cope with it. I instantly revert to exposing my underbelly and bleating “yes, yes I deserve all the punishment you can dish out!” And wallowing in self hatred over my behaviour, regardless of whether or not it was justified (which in the case of my ex boss, it most certainly was!) I do have this fairly ingrained mechanism which states that anyone who is older than me has the right to beat me with a big stick. I can hold my own very well with my peers, but anyone above the age of 40 and I turn into a gibbering looser.

Or maybe, “I want both of them” triggered off some reference in my little brain about wanting to be liked by everyone?

Yesssss, that makes sense. Maybe this was an exposure of how I hate to be disliked? My desire for popularity and acceptance? And my ex boss is the most recent rejection? Which triggered off the whole “Oh my god I got told off I’m a terrible individual” blah....

Hmmm, I’m not getting the weight loss feeling that I normally get with an epiphany, maybe this needs more exploration.

If anyone has any ideas, please tell me J I need all the help I can get!

Anyhow, I wanted to tip my hat to another blogger on the scene, Fire Lyte and his frankly excellent blog Inciting a Riot http://www.incitingariot.com/ .

I wrote this post after smiling broadly at his post concerning Respecting your Elders, which seems even more apt now I have semi worked out what is going on.

I do love this guy’s work, he also writes a number of interesting and well thought out articles on the Witch Vox website. His arguments, whilst not always concise and often served with a touch of arrogance, are nonetheless very intelligent and thought provoking. Unlike a lot of bloggers (including myself, rather shamefully as I am a scientist) he actually researches his posts thoroughly, and he is an excellent source of information on a huge variety of topics. Go check him out, he is very very good.

Thursday 17 June 2010

Biology Lesson


Yay! Now, I plan to do a series of these, should they be interesting enough to read! As many know I am a lover of the natural world, and plan to embark on a career in conservation research (fingers crossed please please please I promise I’ll be good!)

Eh-hem.

So I wanted to edgumacate you dear readers on members of our wonderful planet that you may not necessarily be aware of. I’m not talking about the Hollywood stars of the animal kingdom, no tigers or lions or giant pandas. Infact very few fluffy things (although there are some with some fantastic noses that I shall be talking about). Here I will pay homage to the ugly ducklings of the natural world, the squealy, slimey, wriggly little beasties that lack the, ability shall we say, to appeal to the general public.

So, without further ado, I give you our first wee beastie! Actually he isn’t very wee, but check out this head!


This, simply marvellous thing, is the Chinese Giant Salamander (Andrias davidianus)

It is the largest salamander in the world, reaching up to 1.8 metres in length. In the wild, these terribly ugly creatures are aquatic, living in streams and brooks in the Chinese mountains. Their skin is generally dark brown / green in colour, and is porous. It is through their skin that these animals breathe, as they lack any gills. This accounts for their wrinkled appearance, as wrinkles offer a larger surface area through which gaseous exchange can take place.

I almost sound intelligent don’t I.

These giant amphibians are more active at night, when these use touch and smell to locate their prey. They hunt small aquatic creatures such as crayfish, snails, other salamanders, and worms which they locate using the sensory nodes on their head and body which detect changes in water pressure, and they catch their prey with a fast sideways snap of their jaws.

When it comes to the birds and the bees, mating behaviour is only guestimated for the Chinese salamander. The Japanese giant salamander has been observed, and it is thought that the behaviours are similar. Males (as they are want to do) ferociously guard underwater breeding cavities (like inside a fallen log), inside which a female will lay up to 500 eggs that are held together like a thread of beads.

This is what the eggs might look like, although this piccie

is from a smaller salamander species, but you can see the string of beads.


The male fertilises the eggs and is responsible for their protection, the female plays no role after she lays (hah!). Around 15 weeks later teeny tiny little replicas of the adults hatch, although the babies start off with gills which disappear over time.

This species is very long lived, with one captive individual reaching 52 years in captivity.

Unfortunately, this highly enigmatic species (I am sure you will agree with me on this) is highly endangered, primarily (surprise, sur-bloody prise) because their flesh is considered to be a delicacy by the Chinese population. Habitat alteration has also taken its toll, resulting in smaller populations, fragmented populations, and smaller individuals as a result of over collecting. Very few of these magnificent beasts, if any, will reach that 1.8 metre target.

The zoological society of London is so concerned about the status of this amphibian, that it has included it in its EDGE of existence program for amphibians. This conservation initiative focuses on the world’s most evolutionarily distinct and globally endangered species.

The Chinese Salamander is included in this programme not only because of its decline in numbers, but because it is thought to have evolved independently from all other amphibians over 100 million years before Tyrannosaurus rex. Think about that for a moment; this animal, which has been evolving independently for 168 million years, is about to disappear from this earth because we think it tastes good. This unique snapshot into amphibian evolution could be gone without anyone even realising.

I think this is tragic. Not only for the evolutionary information that this lineage could expose (they are working on it now, for goodness sake, this is cutting edge science here!) but I really don’t think we have the right to wipe something off of this earth that clearly has a lot more right to be here than we have! Its 168 million years old! Its a snapshot of our earth’s history! The relationship between it and its environment has become so, complex, so cemented, so, together! Its an ecological marvel!

So there we have it ladies and gents, I give you the Chinese Giant Salamander! I for one hope it continues to evolve for another 168 million years, and that it stays this ugly....



He is mine and I shall call him squishie!

References
http://www.arkive.org/chinese-giant-salamander/andrias-davidianus

Wednesday 16 June 2010

Home Truths

I was in two minds as to whether or not to post this, but seeing as today appears to be a day for revelation, I thought it might contribute albeit in a candid fashion. But such is my way, you wouldn't love me half as much if it wasn't :-)

Its not exactly a positive piece I suppose, but it is one we can all relate to I think, and I don't think anyone really gets to the stage where these words would have no relevance whatsoever. If they do, then they have probably missed something.

Anyhow, here you go, poetry corner of the day! Entitled "Home Truths"

Did your latest fabrication
Make it into your bestseller list
Or is this one simply a one liner
Words and promises jumbled
To fit that which you try to hide
That which you insist is a lie

Ahhhhhh
The burning acid of this year's finest vintage
and rolled tobacco leaf
So easily acquired and so suitably
numbing
Effective obstacles to those knocking truths
that come a rap rap rapping
on your chamber door

Your barriers are in disrepair
I'm afraid
Hanging on by a single rusty hinge
Where will you be?
Without your royal hues of purple, red and gold
Images and ideals that offer such promise
Brightness
Fire
Freedom

Such a sadness in your eyes
Knowledge
It always comes with a price
The gaping maw of our mistakes and regrets
Where the colours aren't quite
So bright
No, do not reach for me
I am not there yet
And I do not wish to be

Oooooh...its vanishified

First of all can I just say that my poem Alone made it onto page 3 of the most popular poems on Deviant Art in the past 24 hours!! How unbelievably cool is that thank you so much to everyone who took a look at it and added it to their favourites! Mwah!

And secondly.......*DRUM ROLL* drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrum

Don't you open that Trap Door!
You're a fool if you dare!
Stay away from that Trap Door!
Cos there's something down there!

Now, our household is hardly what you would call conventional, not in the least in that the number one priority on a Wednesday morning can be to clean up the unholiest of unholy messes that is the result of the Houdini moggi managing to open a ruck sack and eat 2 Sainsburys granola squares.

No, there are a number of bizarre references to various scientific theories, films, cartoons, pc games etc that are bantered around in the guise of adult conversation. And needless to say, hearing an intellectually superior 6ft man mumbling under his breath in the kitchen in a London accent “ooooh, oooh its vanishified ooooh”, whilst probably a fairly acceptable form of discourse within these four walls, had me rolling around in stitches for a good five minutes.

This line is from the episode “Ghoulies” of the infamous and quite frankly fantastic animation “The Trap Door”. Created whilst I was a wee nipper (1984-1986) by animators Terry Brain and Charlie Mills, Trap Door ran for 2 series and a total of 40 episodes. There are four (maybe five) main characters whose antics you follow throughout, which tend to include one or more of a number of nasty and hilarious monsters that come up from the trap door.

Berk, is a lovable blue creature, who tends to have the best lines. He loves to cook, is the epitome of the grumpy yet adorable old man (but made from blue clay) that lives down the road, and is the long suffering servant of the Thing Upstairs. His trademark sayings are “Oh Gloobits” and “Sniff that!” (both of which I was internally muttering after hearing the story of doom regarding the moggie and the granola squares). Dear Berk often pokes around the trap door despite warnings from his friends, and is generally the cause of the ensuing mayhem as he tends to forget to close the trap door or indeed in pounced upon as soon as he opens it in the first place.

Moanie Boni is my favourite character! This disembodied skull lives in a hole in the wall, and moans. A lot. His favourite pastime is complaining that he is bored, telling Berk of for opening the trap door, and sleeping. My kinda skull. In fact I am sure my husband to be will no doubt state that occasionally I can do a very good impression of boni, particularly if I have a cold. Boni’s shining moment is when he acquires the body of a horse and starts charging around making goat noises in the episode “Nasty Stuff”. Classic!

Next we have Drutt. Drutt is a little spider, who doesn’t talk as such, but has certain unique ways of getting Berks attention. This normally involves lots of jumping around (which is impressive in itself as his legs are too the side of his body, not underneath him) and making high pitched squeaking noises. He is Berk’s pet, and manages to get himself into just as much trouble as the others. I have just read that in one episode Drutt has babies.....why am I not aware of this fact? And pink babies as well! I shall have to consult the oracle and get back to you. Either way, Drutt rocks.

I have to mention Rogg as I plan to reincarnate into him. Rogg is a huge pink thing, a friendly monster that lives down the trap door and pops up on random occasions for a play. He isn’t very intelligent, his favourite line of mine being “I like Berk, he’s my friend” after sending him flying out of the top storey window and Berk screaming obscenities at him from the ground. Rogg becomes the firm friend of all the characters eventually, although Berk often refers to him as ‘the stupid pink thing’.

And there we have it ladies and gents, my little mention of the wondrous animated cartoon that is the trap door. Now, there is a slightly more serious note as to why I have introduced you good readers to this frankly rather silly topic. It is also a little ironic I suppose, maybe even hypocritical, considering the doldrums posts I have written of late. It concerns the importance of laughter.

Dr Paul E McGhee developed what he calls laughter therapy and has spent 22 years conducting research on humour and laughter with focus on how beneficial these tools are to our health. He argues that our sense of humour helps to overcome the immunosuppressive effects of stress by boosting our ability to cope (indirect action) and by directly effecting the effectiveness of our immune system. A number of studies conducted have shown that levels of immunoglobulin A (an antibody with a key role in mucosal immunity – that is, any part of your body with a mucos lining such as nostrils, gastro intestinal tract, etc) are significantly boosted whilst the patient is watching a funny comedy.

Beyond these direct effects though, are the indirect effects that laughter has on one’s ability to cope. One paper in particular caught my eye, as it refers to Dr Frankl, the psychiatrist whose ideas I discussed in a previous post. One direct quote from Frankl’s work ‘Mans Search for Meaning’ goes like this:

“I would never have made it if I could not have laughed. Laughing lifted me momentarily....out of this horrible situation, just enough to make it liveable”.

Frankl was able to use humour to survive the Nazi concentration camps. I’m sorry but this guy is simply unbelievable....

Anyway, star struck eyes over. Humour, however grim and black, can set the spirit free under even the most tragic circumstances (Captain General Coffee, POW, Vietnam). It is argued that those who can access their sense of humour even under the most stressful circumstances are much more resilient and emotionally flexible; they can bend without breaking when times get tough.

I remember quite recently when I received a phone call from a relative, screaming and hollering about the state of his wife in the care home (basically she was asleep) and threats to steal her away out of the home and “take care of her” himself. He was also going to refuse any more medication for her, and insist that she was put on no drugs; an action which would have killed her pretty quickly. He was also very unwilling to accept that the social services would have to be involved should he do this, and also seemed to think that the NHS would simply provide home care for his wife despite the fact that he had rudely refused the proper NHS care that she needed. Needless to say I was sat down with a large vodka and orange and got to railing about the stupidity of said relative with husband to be. Husband to be, out of this fairly tragic and unbelievable potential disaster, began a rendition of the film with Thelma and Louise (I have no idea if this is the correct title). Images of two elderly people in a beat up ford focus, one completely potty and the other with only one functioning leg and the thought processes of a very stupid Nazi general, driving off into the sunset with their whole lives ahead of them, had us both laughing so hard we were in tears.

Now this is very black humour I know, and it really isn’t a very funny situation. But then nor was the Nazi concentration camp. Either way, I ceased panicking about what was likely to happen, and simply waited until the following day to contact my relative and discovered that he had had a go at the care home (who had told him exactly what he needed to hear) and all was well.

So, moral of the story is, no matter how tough things get, if you can laugh about it, you’ll be a lot better off. Whether it be Trap Door or The Two Ronnies, find that which puts a smile on your face, and face the world with renewed vigour and intent.

Tuesday 15 June 2010

Shameless Plug

Well, now that we have got that off our chest.......*slightly manic grin*

I have been scouring Deviant Art as is my want, and was marvelling at all the wonderful un published and unappreciated writers out there, and felt I should give a little shout out and a wave to you guys and ask you if you would be oh so kind and show your support.

As a writer myself, I know how nice it feels to have a piece favourited by someone or someone write a kind comment. So, if you are bored at work or wherever, and fancy taking a little trip through another world, please check out the writers at deviant art. I am sure you will find something to tickle your fancy, and we really appreciate the time people take to send a nod in our direction

Thanking you all in advance

Message to the Masses

“Bored Confused Annoyed Don’t worry about it, just buy your copy of Heat magazine. Heat, makes life worth living!

Or something to that affect, I recoil too adamantly at this advert to manage 100% concentration.

Anyway, today in particular this advert made me sit up and listen. Because I was feeling confused and annoyed, but the thought that I would turn to this kind of publication to ‘make my life worth living’, or even that they have the gall to suggest that it would help, twisted my guts inside and got me to thinking.

First, I re-read the paragraph of Yalom’s Staring at the Sun that I had just completed. The last line was ‘the desire to help our kids is hardwired in us’.

Uh-huh, I’m sure your all imagining where this is going, but this isn’t a traditional “paganhorsegirl banging on again about how terrible her upbringing was” kinda post. I’m boring myself at the moment with all that, trust me.

I then got to thinking about my dream that I had this morning. I always remember the last bits of my dreams, the bits just before the alarm goes off for the umpteenth time. My mother and I were in a very light room, a kitchen or conservatory, with big windows and sun streaming in. All was very lightly coloured, and well lit from the sunshine. We were sat on stools at what I think was the kitchen work top, looking at pamphlets. Mum was showing me a white card with tiny little plastic rings kinda hooked into it. They were all different designs, coloured in bright orange, deep royal blue and luminous yellow. She was showing me which ones she had worn as a child, and which were her sister Nicola’s. Another card showed an engraving done in silver plate of a christening of the daughter of her friend Diana. My brother was part of this engraving, looking very young and noble. It was a side profile of him, dressed in a suit I think, underneath a big christening title with names and dates on it. My mum also gave me a pearl necklace. It was a beautiful necklace, made from gold, with gold leaves and pearls of various colours and sizes attached. Some in clusters, others single. Mum said it was time I had the necklace, as I was now old enough.

I felt very happy. It was a nice conversation, mum sharing her childhood with me, and presenting me with this lovely gift. It felt like a positive experience. And it was a positive experience that encompassed the family.

I woke up feeling very sad and despondent, as in reality this was something that would not happen. I also felt the loss of the pearls. When I was a teenager, my mother took me up to the bedroom and showed me a plastic bag with 21 pearls in it. She said that they were her grandmothers, and that I would receive them when I was 21, and that she had fought tooth and nail to keep them hidden from my father (who had pawned the rest of my mother’s jewellery to pay for his gambling debt). It was one of the few memories I have where I felt important, although it was made very clear that this was yet another sacrifice that my mother had made for me and I had better grovel and show up most gratitude otherwise I would get what for.

I never received those pearls, and now believe that they were sold to pay for my mother’s and stepfather’s boat.

Anyway. The dream I believe was a culmination of the past few weeks, my conscious and unconscious merging to crystallise what is going on at the moment. Things have been tough lately, with a near enough constant barrage of situations that heighten and sharpen my insecurities to popping extent.

Light bulb moment

The dream was a poignant depiction of what I have always wanted; a sense of safety and security within a family setting, where individuals cared for each other, have a past, present and future, where communication occurred.

But this is not going to happen. Maybe I really am just one of these people who needs to have their face smashed in time and time again before they start to look where they are going. I am always going to be insecure, I am always going to want a family, I am always going to be defined by and live my life according to what has happened to me. My dream pointed out all that will not be, all that I continuously search for.

So, what to do? It is said that to free yourself from your past you have to forgive, otherwise you simply end up bitter and twisted, constantly reliving the wrongs done to you. I have no intention of forgiving my family members, ever. Yes I am very angry, but it is this anger which allows me to be far more compassionate and caring than the majority of chumps out there because I try to not behave like they do. But it isn’t the wrongs done that make me angry. It’s the fact that they have no idea that they have done wrong. And near enough everyone appears to suffer from this particular mental deficit.

I am not going to sit here and say that I am perfect, that I haven’t made mistakes, that I’ve never hurt anyone. Of course I have. But I say sorry! And, once more, if I don’t have anything nice to say, I don’t open my bloody mouth! I live my life by a certain set of rules, rules that encompass taking care of my fellow man often to my own detriment. I watch people, I learn their foibles, I enquire, if they are upset in the morning I make sure I make them a cup of tea and ask how they are in the afternoon. If I make plans with someone for the following week I don’t forget about them the instant the conversation is over. I don’t make idle threats, I watch my language, I try not to come across as overpowering or opinionated or overly judgemental. I don’t press my ideas and my ways of doing things onto others.

I’m starting to think that maybe my family are not the problem anymore. I know what they are like, I know what to expect from them for the best part. But I expect others to be different. I view my parents as the extreme, and they are, but I forget just how prevalent their psychological traits are, albeit to a lesser extent, amongst the majority of society. I suppose that I have been very unlucky in that between all of my blood relatives, I was exposed to just about every negative behaviour and very few positive. There was no buffer; all of them were cocks. I am now sensitive to ‘cockish’ behaviour (I’m so turning that into a real word).

I am happiest when I am alone. When I am with others, I feel uncomfortable, I feel on edge, I worry about how I look, what I say, is my facial expression appropriate, have I got anything to say that will be of interest to anyone (often I haven’t, I am hardly the life and soul of the party), and this is without all the residual insecurities about having to explain my career choice (no one seems to know what ecologist means) go through the whole ‘why have you got all those tattoos?’ ‘what do they mean’ ‘you’ll regret those when your older’, and what on earth do I do with my time if I don’t watch east enders or X factor NOR do I get drunk every night with mates down the pub because of course, at the age of 26, isn’t that what I am supposed to do?

I am not a normal person by today’s standards. I have not had a normal upbringing, I do not think like others do, I do not dress like others do, I do not view the world like others do. I am very happy with this, with my aims in life, with how I have managed to overcome my past and deal with the constant bollocks that I have to face today. Yes I have tattoos. No I am not going to regret them. No I do not care that will have 8 years of university education behind me and still only earn 18k. No I will not spend hours every day cleaning my house and my car. No I will not live and let live. No I will not sit quietly. No I will not look the other way. Yes I will write, laugh, love, scream, cry, learn, live, and be me.

And if you don’t like it, then please go, because I am tired of trying to fit to ideals that have nothing to do with me, and I cannot move forward if I have to keep trying.

Friday 11 June 2010

Man's Search for Meaning

This post aims to highlight the revolutionary ideas of Dr Viktor Frankl. This inspirational psychiatrist and true hero of our times, was a survivor of the Nazi concentration camps, and shared his horrific experience and his methods of surviving it in the amazing work ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’.

In this slim volume, Dr Frankl describes in graphic detail, the atrocities that he and his fellows had to endure, and offers extremely powerful methods for how the human psyche is able to cope and indeed thrive under such conditions. He provides important insights into man’s dignity, freedom and meaning; insights that we should all take heed from and try to incorporate into our lives.

Dr Frankl’s key idea was coined by the term logotherapy, an alternative to traditional psychotherapy which focuses on the outer rather than the inner. Logotherapy states that man’s primary concern is his will to meaning, rather than the fulfilment of drives and instincts also known as the pleasure principal and the power principal. Instead, man’s purpose in life is to find meaning in every moment.

In order for man to live his life with a much meaning as possible, Frankl argues that we must be fully responsible for that life. Each man has his own particular mission that he has to fullfill. His life cannot be replaced nor replicated. It is unique. He argues that man is questioned by life, and can only answer by answering for his own life. He therefore can only respond to life by being responsible and actualise the meaning within it.

There are three ways to actualise this meaning. By achievement or accomplishment, by experiencing something (beauty, goodness) or someone (love), and by the attitude we take to unavoidable suffering.

Frankl gives a number of examples, written with outstanding humility, of how he and his fellows were able to actualise meaning in their lives in the above three ways. One particularly poignant part for me was how he described picturing and holding conversations in his head with his wife. His imaginations filled his heart with the love that he felt for his wife, and allowed him to endure working in sub zero temperatures, exhausted, malnourished, with next to no clothing on, and in extreme pain. His daydreams took him to a happy place, where he was able to escape albeit for the briefest of moments, from the torment of reality. He suggests that these moments of reprieve allowed him to continue, and combined with the hope of realising them, gave his life meaning and the will to survive.

This is the second time that I have read this book, and I shall probably do so again and again. You cannot fail to be awed by this man’s strength and generosity. His account of his time in the concentration camps is both horrific and inspiring, primarily because there is not an ounce of self pity in his writing. He is writing to share, to help others deal with their own silly neuroses. He isn’t doing it to boast, but to genuinely offer something back to the community. He has actualised his meaning. Everything he went through was worth it, because now he can use his experiences to help others.

I wish I could take copies of this book and shove them down the throats of my family members, each and every dam one of them. Whilst they would gain nothing from his psychological theories (that would involve using brain cells), it might make them realise that their petty little problems really do not compare with true suffering that has gone on in this world.

Frankl’s ideas have become a mainstay for me at the moment. The familial situation has reached a point where it has become starkly clear to me (yet again, but hey we like flogging a dead horse don’t we) that my existence means next to nothing to my blood relatives. I do not exist as a person with feelings, emotions, desires or needs. I exist purely to serve. If I do not serve in the correct manner, then I am discarded. Even if I do serve in the correct manner, I am discarded should another more pressing need (most notably the need to hurt another family relative) arise.

Families often help us actualise our will meaning. We overcome hardships, we face trials head on, we survive because of our families. Because we don’t want to hurt them, we don’t want to leave them behind, we want to make them proud. It is no secret that I am defined by my lack of relevance to my family. I also have very few friends, certainly none who would notice my absence. The one person in my life who allows me to actualise my will to meaning has a close and loving family, and so I therefore view my link even with him as tenacious. The knowledge that without him I am nothing, yet he has a place without me, is a heavy burden at the best of times.

I therefore have to look for meaning primarily in other places. I manage this sometimes, but not always. It is my main struggle, to extricate myself from the concept that without acceptance and acknowledgement from others I do not have meaning. My main source of soul food is to sit outside and feel the sun, wind, rain, whatever Gaia happens to be doing at the time. I find that you cannot but admit life is worth giving your best shot when listening to a robin sing or feeling the sun warming your skin. I also try to view my situation as positively as possible. I know that I can stop myself feeling bad, I do it all the time. Problem is, it gets tiring sometimes, and I continue to look for a level of salvation that does not exist. I torture myself with people’s kind words, taking them to heart, expecting them to offer and be what I need them to be even though they do not know me nor know the extent of my pain. All that they offer, and all they can offer, are kind words.

I cannot actualise my will to meaning through others. I simply don’t think I am capable of it, I cannot have a 'normal' interaction with another person. I will always place others within the contextual framework of my upbringing and young adulthood, and so will always hurt myself and / or get myself hurt. But I can actualise meaning through action, accomplishment, experiencing something, and my attitude to my suffering. If Frankl could do it in Auschwitz, I’m sure that I can do it to.

I urge all of you to buy and absorb “Man’s Search for Meaning”. It is an amazing tale of survival, and offers all of us a way to improve our outlook and therefore our lives.

Run

Torn from inside and cast into flame
Burnt at birth and baptised in pain
Claw through some semblance
Some version of what should be done
I cannot face this
This never should have begun

Light up
Light up
As if you have a choice

It’s funny how some things never let us go
Or maybe just tragic?
Maybe its all just for show
My cracked and blistered feet
Take baby steps all the way
Bloodied tears and permanent fears
Shredded scars all here to stay

Even if you cannot hear my voice
I am right beside you dear

Sometimes I get taken aback
By just how much I hate you
By just how much I want to hurt
To cast you out and desert you
To call the titans from the sky
And drive a stake through your heart
To desecrate all that you are
To end that what you had no right to start

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives

I am sculpted by your heresy
Trussed up by your tragedy
Defined by your depravity
Given substance by your animosity
Chained by your rejection
Falsified by your projection
Beaten by your derision
Still you never see me cry

I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

The wheel of time will always turn
And I will always disappear
Feathers fall from broken wings
Your spectre always near
I cannot be you
However much you beg
I will always disappoint you
And one day, this might end

Wednesday 26 May 2010

Here we go again....

Oooooh fundamentalists make me cross! They really really do! Why the pagan community cannot see why it is such a laughing stock amongst religious groups (or indeed, any societal group) is beyond me, when it insists on publishing clap trap!

OK, some semblance of calm is required I feel.

My gripe is against White & Talboys’ “The Path through the Forest – A Druid Guidebook”. Now, before I start, I will admit that I have not gotten beyond page 55, and this is not an attack on the information presented on Celtic beliefs, Celtic history, or the Druid Tradition as it was then or now. My concern lies with lines such as the following:

“The current dominant metaphysic is extremely aggressive, perpetuating itself through violence rather than rightness”

Uh-huh. Last time I checked there was no absolute universal definition of ‘rightness’. Rightness is a human created concept, and what is right varies according to the societal values and norms within a culture during any specific time period. Once upon a time it was ‘right’ to behead criminals in front of hundreds of spectators. It was ‘right’ to burn thousands of men and woman at the stake in the name of heresy. Countries have been invaded, wars started, thousands killed, in the name of ‘what is right’ for eons. And I shall point out here, that the Celts were subject to the same rules of survival as all other tribal peoples. They killed, they maimed, they conquered. They committed acts of violence then, just as we do now.

Anyhow, moan over semantics over. But, and I have mentioned this before, people are too quick to bend language to suit their own ends. Think before you type people!

Also:

“Suffice it to say that scientific materialism (the current dominant metaphysic) turned more natural and more balanced forms of seeing the world inside out, whilst also introducing biases that favoured certain sections of human society over others and human society as a whole (the World) over everything else”

Soooooo. Science, has caused the current worldview that we humans are at the top of the foodchain and have the right to plunder Gaia to our hearts content.

Let me remind you of a little line in Genesis, the Bible. Written a very, very long time ago, before the scientific revolution in fact! *gasp*

Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”

The bible! Not science, the bible! States that man rules over the earth and all that was in it! Christianity has been teaching the West that we are the big shots at least since Constantine 1 converted the Roman Empire to the religion in the year 312CE! Christianity was infiltrating the then accepted pagan religions probably for years and years previous to its official acceptance!

Natural science, mathematics, physics, medicine, all have been studied using critical thinking (albeit closely entwined with theology, the two were pretty much as one back then) since the classical ages in Ancient Greece and in the Middle East. But I don’t think the authors are criticising these great nations when they decide to launch their attack on ‘scientific materialism’

Science, does not promote violence.

Science has freed us from the constraints of religious superstition and tyranny. It has allowed us to travel the earth and beyond. It has allowed us to cure that would have once certainly killed. It has allowed the developments of technologies that bring us closer to universal truth than ever before. It has shown us how wonderful this earth really is. Science promotes understanding, and greater understanding allows for greater positive change.

Scientific enquiry is not the enemy here. We have been a nasty violent species for a long time prior to science. The problem is that we use science incorrectly. We have used it to flaunt the earth’s resources, caused death on a tremendous scale. Our ability to be greedy, viscious, selfish and plain unpleasant have nothing to do with science. We do that all ourselves. The evolution of a hugely complex and sensitive brain results in a multitude of emotional and sensory responses. It allows for the greatest flexibility and degree of opportunistic behaviour. We have evolved to be the ultimate opportunist. We have willingly chosen to use science to promote the greatest gain to ourselves.

Science has helped us do Gaia a lot of wrong, I won’t deny that. But scientific discoveries have not promoted the worldview that we humans are outside and above the earth. Christianity did that for us. Science simply allowed us to follow our evolved instincts to survive and ingrained religious metaphysic to the greatest degree.

Monday 24 May 2010

Warrior of the Light

The Warrior knows that he is free to choose his desires, and he makes these decisions with courage, detachment, and sometimes, with just a touch of madness.

It’s funny. I always used to cling to the idea that you should not forget the past. Past wrongs, past mistakes, past situations. I believed fervently that to forget the past was to forget where you came from, and to forget what you were capable of.

This latter part was of particular importance to me, as I was trying to improve myself and my life. I therefore decided that the only way to improve was to continuously flagellate myself with my past mistakes, to continuously relive them and punish myself for them, in the hope that I would never commit the same crime again.

Of course, I did. Numerous times. Because I didn’t know why I was committing the crimes in the first place. You cannot cure the response; it is not the response that is the issue. It is what is behind the response, the reason behind the decision making process that leads to you repeating the actions that do no good.

So, eventually we realised that hanging onto the past is not such a good idea. But, I found a book today (actually this is about the third time I’ve found it) that played a critically significant role in my discovery of a healing path. Without this book, that just happened to be tucked at the back of an old bookshelf in a dilapidated house in the middle of the South American mountains, and I just happened to find it, I genuinely believe I would not have taken my first steps down the road to recovery and release from my personal hell.

I know why I have shunned reading it again. It is from a time in my life that I don’t wish to return to, but, running away never solved anything. Even now I am eyeing the little scraps of paper that I tucked into the pages all those years ago to mark certain passages, with an amount of trepidation. And I’ve already read them once, for goodness sake. But this is an important and positive part of my past, and one that I am a little ashamed to have forgotten for so long. It introduced me to my guardian angel, without whom, I would never have come as far as I have. Secretly I think that she placed the book there for me to find, but she has yet to admit to any role in the sequence of events that led to my epiphany all those years ago.

The intention of this post was to share some of the quotes, where those little scraps of paper lie, which had the greatest impact on my life and helped me start my journey of change.

But.

As I read the quotes, I realised that, I had no comprehension as to why some of them had been so important to me. I am not the person who found this book. Maybe I am not even close to the person who found this book. What had turned my life around then, I cannot understand now.

Well, if you needed proof of impermanence then there you have it! I feel liberated, a little proud, but also a little sad. It does feel like I have lost something. For all my supposed learning and talking the talk, I still hold onto the idea of a fixed self, something that makes me me. And I thought that person, on that Andean mountain, still existed in part. Hell if she didn’t, wouldn’t I have everything sorted by now?

But of course, it doesn’t work like that. Life continues, bringing new challenges, new ideas, new things to scream over and new things to wonder at. It is forever in motion. My personal level of crazy changes and evolves along with everything else, despite my continued and frankly ridiculous determination, to allow my past to dictate my present responses.

Still, I am even less sure now of why I really do this still. Maybe, it is just habit....

So, dear readers, I share with you instead a small selection of quotes from Warrior of the Light by Paulo Coelho, which rang true to the paganhorsegirl as she exists at 15:54 on the 24th May 2010. I try to live my life with the empathy and authenticity that these quotes promote, and, despite all the change that lies ahead, hopefully these ideals will continue to stick in some form or another.

No one knows the consequences of his own cruelty

The cup of suffering is not the same size for everyone

A Warrior does not try to appear one way or another.

And finally:

You can recognise a Warrior of the Light by the look in his eye. Warriors of the Light are in the world, they form part of the world, and they were sent into the world without saddlebags or sandals. They are often cowardly. They do not always act correctly. Warriors of the Light are wounded by the most foolish things, they worry about trivialities, they believe themselves incapable of growing. Warriors of the Light sometimes believe themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle. Warriors of the Light often ask themselves what they are doing here. Often they find their lives meaningless.

That is why they are Warriors of the Light. Because they fail. Because they ask questions. Because they keep looking for a meaning. And in the end, they will find it.

This last passage I dedicate to Thermetics, a true Warrior of the Light, who fights the Good Fight with admirable humility, sensitivity, and a cracking sense of humour.