Our own personal reality reflects and influences our thoughts. There is continuous flow in between the sensory information we get from our body and our environment and the processing of this information.
Like I mentioned in my last blog, we perceive not all in the same way, we interpret according to our learning experience, we evaluate the consequences and act upon the result and our memory stores the information.
According to our personality we will prefer to ponder on consequences and actions ourselves or we will refer to outside sources to check upon consequences and actions- we prefer to have the reactions and advices of others.
I like to keep things for myself, or I like to share a problem. That means that our inner thoughts and emotions either turn in our heads or are voiced out.
Thoughts and speak will then be fixed in the memory- or will they?
Try to remember the last for you important talk you have had with somebody. You will probably be able to recall your principal arguments about what was important and the general reaction of the other side… but do you remember every word? Maybe there were important parts that you didn’t notice as important and therefore didn’t store in your memory.
But today, there are other parts that have grown in importance and suddenly you remember those much more clearly than the rest that has been said.
Did you ever have somebody being mad at you for something you supposedly said and you don’t have a clue what he is talking about? Obviously it wasn’t important to you but it touched a sensitive point in the other and its importance grew in time and now that is about the only thing he remembers.
Family feuds and important conflicts can be constructed on selective and transformative memories that are solidified in the shape of a myth- in the end nobody knows the real story anymore.
The same thing happens when we ponder in thought, the more days go by, the more our memory about past reflections transforms: certain aspects are enhanced, others are diminished. Small events are being blown up according to what fits into our actual state of mind.
If I am convinced that my colleague is stupid I will clearly remember all his mistakes and when he made a fool of himself, but somehow the events where he helped me on a file or where he had a vital information to give are reduced to minor hazard in y memory.
Speech and thought are therefore unreliable sources for generating accurate memories- that is why some cultures prefer the written word. But even writing doesn’t protect from misinterpretation in later times. According to our environment we tend to interpret a text.
A word can have a different meaning in different contexts and cultures. The right definition of words is one of the obsessions of law.
A lot of sacred texts are today understood like a news report- as relating facts. At the time they were written, symbols were important, not facts. We live in a world based on facts so we will look our and interpret information as facts.
Still, concerning our own life-span and culture the written word seems to be quite reliable as source of memory about history. Historians basically work with written or recorded material.
We can use this reliability of writing for ourselves. Instead of brooding on our evaluations of informations, actions to take and on our emotions, we can write them down. When we write them down, we can look at them- today, tomorrow, in a month. Our attitude may have changed then, but our mind can’t cheat us: that is what we thought. An outside memory of our inner states of mind.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Perceptions are my reality
It is easy to see things in a detached manner if you’re not concerned or if you have the necessary distance.
It is more easy for the hermit on the hill to practice detachment than for the consultant. It is easier for the consultant to have the necessary distance because he is less concerned.
One colleague of mine almost broke out in tears at a training session when he said what he appreciated most about his present life and his job was that he didn’t carry that immense burden of result anymore.
Even if you’re a stable person, in harmony with yourself, arriving at the office Monday morning smiling and happy, 5 minutes later this smile will be non existent and the demon of reality will take over when you learn of the incredible mess lets say a production has made contrary to your detailed instructions.
Reality is what matters around us in our lives, what we feel has an impact. It can be the acts of others ( in positive or negative sense) it can be the weather ( when you forgot to take an umbrella), it can be your own body ( that lump in your stomach).
The most important element is that we believe it to be real and what we believe to have an impact on our life and thinking.
A fool often is just somebody whose reality seems unbelievable to others. ( in the movie North Northwest by Hitchcock even the mother of the hero doesn’t believe his story- this is an important element in a lot of psycho thrillers)
Observation is checked by our own mind according to probability and own experience. Real for us is what we believe to be real. Reality is what we know out of our own experience to be important and relevant for us.
A social worker probably has trouble understanding the importance of flexibility of working hours, which for any production manager is an important reality. A production manager on the contrary will have somehow trouble understanding the importance of a worker being present at a school meeting of his child. ( Unless, being a father, he relates to the problem out of his own experience) A common problem in between husband and wife is the difference of realities of their worlds. The more their realities differ, the less they will be able to understand each others concerns.
In a schizophrenic’s or paranoid’s reality persecution will often play a huge role. For such an individual there is plenty of evidence of this fact in the act and the deeds of the people around him.
While I was shopping in a big department store I once had the lady who was walking in front of me swirling around and yelling at me to stop persecuting her. My defence that I just happened to be there on my own errand didn’t make the ‘persecution’ she had observed ( I had accidentally taken the same staircase and moved to the same floor as she) less real. She just had a different interpretation of my intentions in her reality.
The same way we tend to interpret what is happening in the world around us according to our reality. Most of the time, we manage to understand the reality of the other sufficiently to act coherently and in accordance of what the society around us expects. The more the reality of the other resembles our own, the better we will be at this. .
Reality ultimately is what we trust to be true. How can I trust what somebody tells me? In evaluating the probability that his words are true according to my own experience and what I have heard from reliable sources. During the Nazi regime there were lots of rumours of what happened to the Jews but most Germans ( including a lot of German Jews ) wouldn’t believe the tales as they seemed too horrid to be real. When our imagination and capacity to relate to our own reality fails, even the ‘proof’ leaves us strangely aloof.
A massacre in Rwanda left Westerners less touched than the attack on the twin towers.
If a fact comes to our notice of which we cannot evaluate the validity for our reality we will rely on information surrounding the fact: is the source relevant for my reality in my experience? Is an authority that I consider important in my reality giving me the assurance that this fact is important in my reality?
Would you rather believe these ideas to be a valid approach if, lets say, Steven Covey expressed a positive opinion on it? Then your reality reflects that Steven Covey’s ideas are valid for yourself and mine might be equally valid for your reality.
Those inner procedures of our mind don’t validate the absolute truth of reality. They just validate the relative truth for us.
A fact we too readily tend to forget.
It is more easy for the hermit on the hill to practice detachment than for the consultant. It is easier for the consultant to have the necessary distance because he is less concerned.
One colleague of mine almost broke out in tears at a training session when he said what he appreciated most about his present life and his job was that he didn’t carry that immense burden of result anymore.
Even if you’re a stable person, in harmony with yourself, arriving at the office Monday morning smiling and happy, 5 minutes later this smile will be non existent and the demon of reality will take over when you learn of the incredible mess lets say a production has made contrary to your detailed instructions.
Reality is what matters around us in our lives, what we feel has an impact. It can be the acts of others ( in positive or negative sense) it can be the weather ( when you forgot to take an umbrella), it can be your own body ( that lump in your stomach).
The most important element is that we believe it to be real and what we believe to have an impact on our life and thinking.
A fool often is just somebody whose reality seems unbelievable to others. ( in the movie North Northwest by Hitchcock even the mother of the hero doesn’t believe his story- this is an important element in a lot of psycho thrillers)
Observation is checked by our own mind according to probability and own experience. Real for us is what we believe to be real. Reality is what we know out of our own experience to be important and relevant for us.
A social worker probably has trouble understanding the importance of flexibility of working hours, which for any production manager is an important reality. A production manager on the contrary will have somehow trouble understanding the importance of a worker being present at a school meeting of his child. ( Unless, being a father, he relates to the problem out of his own experience) A common problem in between husband and wife is the difference of realities of their worlds. The more their realities differ, the less they will be able to understand each others concerns.
In a schizophrenic’s or paranoid’s reality persecution will often play a huge role. For such an individual there is plenty of evidence of this fact in the act and the deeds of the people around him.
While I was shopping in a big department store I once had the lady who was walking in front of me swirling around and yelling at me to stop persecuting her. My defence that I just happened to be there on my own errand didn’t make the ‘persecution’ she had observed ( I had accidentally taken the same staircase and moved to the same floor as she) less real. She just had a different interpretation of my intentions in her reality.
The same way we tend to interpret what is happening in the world around us according to our reality. Most of the time, we manage to understand the reality of the other sufficiently to act coherently and in accordance of what the society around us expects. The more the reality of the other resembles our own, the better we will be at this. .
Reality ultimately is what we trust to be true. How can I trust what somebody tells me? In evaluating the probability that his words are true according to my own experience and what I have heard from reliable sources. During the Nazi regime there were lots of rumours of what happened to the Jews but most Germans ( including a lot of German Jews ) wouldn’t believe the tales as they seemed too horrid to be real. When our imagination and capacity to relate to our own reality fails, even the ‘proof’ leaves us strangely aloof.
A massacre in Rwanda left Westerners less touched than the attack on the twin towers.
If a fact comes to our notice of which we cannot evaluate the validity for our reality we will rely on information surrounding the fact: is the source relevant for my reality in my experience? Is an authority that I consider important in my reality giving me the assurance that this fact is important in my reality?
Would you rather believe these ideas to be a valid approach if, lets say, Steven Covey expressed a positive opinion on it? Then your reality reflects that Steven Covey’s ideas are valid for yourself and mine might be equally valid for your reality.
Those inner procedures of our mind don’t validate the absolute truth of reality. They just validate the relative truth for us.
A fact we too readily tend to forget.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Perfection
Perfection
We don’t admit it or are aware of it, but one of our goals in life is perfection.
Perfection in our looks, our happiness, our career, our house, our friends….
Our communication is oriented towards communicating this perfection: in job interviews, with friends, family, potential lovers- look I’m great, I’m special, my life is gorgeous.
Advertising does its best to convince us that perfection is out there: photoshop has enhanced the capacity to glamorize models: elongate legs, enlarge eyes, blow up upper body parts and reduce the midline, and everybody is smiling in bliss or looking very cool.
Characters in any soap opera seem to have an exciting life, full of events, emotions and drama.
Even if we try very very hard to make believe, somehow our life doesn’t seem to come up to the standard of perfection that is suggested to us.
We start to see the flaws- overweight, tiny bust-line, no muscles, no energy, no exciting friends, no events- life seems dull.
As hard as we try, somehow something always seems to keep us from our perfect image, the way we want to be. And any event leaves a bad taste- there is always something wrong to it that keeps us from enjoying it fully.
What is perfection? Somehow it seems linked to purity, something that is ideal and not spoilt but flawless.
Perfection is a mental ideal we have constructed , and this mental ideal changes according to our culture and according to time.
Nature seems to have a different law of perfection. In nature nothing is pure : that is one of the laws of life.
A fish in H2O, pure water,will die.
Although one of the laws of life is symmetry, you will not find perfect symmetry in nature:
Neither in a leaf, nor in a human face, nor even in a snowflake.
A cut diamond is a tiny fraction of a raw diamond which had lots of faults. Purity exists next to imperfection.
Rather , in nature perfection expresses through harmony, through a certain equilibrium in the circles of life.
Harmony and equilibrium are laws of nature we tend to forget.
Instead of looking for lacking perfection, try to look for the harmony of imperfection
- those flaws that make us human,
- the dirt that contrasts a clean spot ,
- the noise that enhances the moment of silence,
- the wrinkles that make a smile eternal.
Coming back from my travel to India I can see how much harmony and beauty surrounds me of which I don’t tend to be aware, maybe that is why I adore India-
an image of imperfect eternal beauty.
We don’t admit it or are aware of it, but one of our goals in life is perfection.
Perfection in our looks, our happiness, our career, our house, our friends….
Our communication is oriented towards communicating this perfection: in job interviews, with friends, family, potential lovers- look I’m great, I’m special, my life is gorgeous.
Advertising does its best to convince us that perfection is out there: photoshop has enhanced the capacity to glamorize models: elongate legs, enlarge eyes, blow up upper body parts and reduce the midline, and everybody is smiling in bliss or looking very cool.
Characters in any soap opera seem to have an exciting life, full of events, emotions and drama.
Even if we try very very hard to make believe, somehow our life doesn’t seem to come up to the standard of perfection that is suggested to us.
We start to see the flaws- overweight, tiny bust-line, no muscles, no energy, no exciting friends, no events- life seems dull.
As hard as we try, somehow something always seems to keep us from our perfect image, the way we want to be. And any event leaves a bad taste- there is always something wrong to it that keeps us from enjoying it fully.
What is perfection? Somehow it seems linked to purity, something that is ideal and not spoilt but flawless.
Perfection is a mental ideal we have constructed , and this mental ideal changes according to our culture and according to time.
Nature seems to have a different law of perfection. In nature nothing is pure : that is one of the laws of life.
A fish in H2O, pure water,will die.
Although one of the laws of life is symmetry, you will not find perfect symmetry in nature:
Neither in a leaf, nor in a human face, nor even in a snowflake.
A cut diamond is a tiny fraction of a raw diamond which had lots of faults. Purity exists next to imperfection.
Rather , in nature perfection expresses through harmony, through a certain equilibrium in the circles of life.
Harmony and equilibrium are laws of nature we tend to forget.
Instead of looking for lacking perfection, try to look for the harmony of imperfection
- those flaws that make us human,
- the dirt that contrasts a clean spot ,
- the noise that enhances the moment of silence,
- the wrinkles that make a smile eternal.
Coming back from my travel to India I can see how much harmony and beauty surrounds me of which I don’t tend to be aware, maybe that is why I adore India-
an image of imperfect eternal beauty.
Monday, January 08, 2007
My reality
Since 24 hours I’m back in Europe. Back in the western reality.
The change silences the voice- the extrovert as well as the introvert. I feel holistically mute- and just my eyes move and observe- register.
As any person confronted with difference my mind seems confused- what is real? And that is not only an after effect from changing the geographical scenery.
It is a typical frequent travellers disease- you change the scenery but you take your reality with you.
At home I don’t tend to notice that my reality isn’t the same as that of my neighbours. Of course I find that some of my friends overreact concerning some situations, but I put it of as part of personality.
The problem arises when my reality collides with that of others. That usually happens when situations or way of life differs. The more difference, the harder the collusion.
Who hasn’t been annoyed with good friends who suddenly turn boring after becoming parents or after marrying? On the other hand, some all time bachelors seem to become increasingly weird with age. The home maker seems to lack understanding of some of the realities of life and the friend who started to work is suddenly much less adventurous.
What happens if my reality is extraordinary, exotic and an adventure and collides with that of routine and everyday life and worries of others? They don’t get my passion; I don’t get their lack of time.
In another life of mine I used to room in with Peter, a flight attendant. Our greatest fight were about our reality mergers: Peter didn’t want exotic food at home; he didn’t want to go to a restaurant- all of that was working routine for him. On the other side, having a few days off in the middle of the week after a long trip, Peter just didn’t understand why all of his friends weren’t queuing up to see him- he was all available and ready to meet them. He never seemed to understand that our life continued in his absence and we couldn’t just stop it for him, once he was there.
My reality seems over important to me, so much that I often don’t see the reality of the other, or that I have to constantly remind me of the difference. I get frustrated if others fail to understand my world- my emotions don’t allow for different realities- they want to world to be just mine.
Thanks to all who came and merged their reality with mine for an instant in those recent weeks- through you I learn constantly about myself.
The change silences the voice- the extrovert as well as the introvert. I feel holistically mute- and just my eyes move and observe- register.
As any person confronted with difference my mind seems confused- what is real? And that is not only an after effect from changing the geographical scenery.
It is a typical frequent travellers disease- you change the scenery but you take your reality with you.
At home I don’t tend to notice that my reality isn’t the same as that of my neighbours. Of course I find that some of my friends overreact concerning some situations, but I put it of as part of personality.
The problem arises when my reality collides with that of others. That usually happens when situations or way of life differs. The more difference, the harder the collusion.
Who hasn’t been annoyed with good friends who suddenly turn boring after becoming parents or after marrying? On the other hand, some all time bachelors seem to become increasingly weird with age. The home maker seems to lack understanding of some of the realities of life and the friend who started to work is suddenly much less adventurous.
What happens if my reality is extraordinary, exotic and an adventure and collides with that of routine and everyday life and worries of others? They don’t get my passion; I don’t get their lack of time.
In another life of mine I used to room in with Peter, a flight attendant. Our greatest fight were about our reality mergers: Peter didn’t want exotic food at home; he didn’t want to go to a restaurant- all of that was working routine for him. On the other side, having a few days off in the middle of the week after a long trip, Peter just didn’t understand why all of his friends weren’t queuing up to see him- he was all available and ready to meet them. He never seemed to understand that our life continued in his absence and we couldn’t just stop it for him, once he was there.
My reality seems over important to me, so much that I often don’t see the reality of the other, or that I have to constantly remind me of the difference. I get frustrated if others fail to understand my world- my emotions don’t allow for different realities- they want to world to be just mine.
Thanks to all who came and merged their reality with mine for an instant in those recent weeks- through you I learn constantly about myself.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
dreams of rules
This is part of what I dreamt about tonight:
Where two or more people work together the most important in being efficient in a relaxed atmosphere are rules. Rules invented by the community, rules obeyed and transgression exposed and discouraged.
You think I’m talking of Orwell’s 1984 big brother? Not at all- I’m talking about the subtle arrangements we all make, sometimes without talking.
Some are due to education, dome are due to unwritten local rules that separate the insider from the outsider.
Take for example a company dress code: it is rarely written anywhere, but if you transgress it, you’ll feel it. The who talks to whom about what- if you don’t know those rules you get yourself quickly into trouble. Is it absolutely clear to you who makes what decision in your company?
Those can be dictated rules- if you are new to the system, you are kindly asked to comply in order to be one of the crowd. Some people are rebellious- either they get into trouble sooner or later, or they have the gift of being able to subtly change the existing rules.
Rules work best where everybody’s opinion is taken into account. A leader taking on a new group of people is well advised to work out the rules of that group with its members instead of dictating them.
Only when it is clear and agreed with everybody what is expected of each person and what is the process of decision, when the leader controls his troops but covers them also, when conditions are fair and unfairness discussed and treated well-being of the individual AND productivity reach its peak.
Unfortunately, a lot of leaders lack self confidence and thus need the continuous proof of power over their subordinates to make them feel important. They will tend to be vague about decision processes, responsibilities and rules. Usually the rule:’ the boss is right’ will then replace common rules. The vagueness enables this leader to shift blames and to reward the courtesans. Management is conducted by fear , for this manager is convinced that work is only done through pressure and employees often leave if they get any chance to do so.
A management position is not only a position of power over other people but a position of responsibility for their evolution and well-being.
Where two or more people work together the most important in being efficient in a relaxed atmosphere are rules. Rules invented by the community, rules obeyed and transgression exposed and discouraged.
You think I’m talking of Orwell’s 1984 big brother? Not at all- I’m talking about the subtle arrangements we all make, sometimes without talking.
Some are due to education, dome are due to unwritten local rules that separate the insider from the outsider.
Take for example a company dress code: it is rarely written anywhere, but if you transgress it, you’ll feel it. The who talks to whom about what- if you don’t know those rules you get yourself quickly into trouble. Is it absolutely clear to you who makes what decision in your company?
Those can be dictated rules- if you are new to the system, you are kindly asked to comply in order to be one of the crowd. Some people are rebellious- either they get into trouble sooner or later, or they have the gift of being able to subtly change the existing rules.
Rules work best where everybody’s opinion is taken into account. A leader taking on a new group of people is well advised to work out the rules of that group with its members instead of dictating them.
Only when it is clear and agreed with everybody what is expected of each person and what is the process of decision, when the leader controls his troops but covers them also, when conditions are fair and unfairness discussed and treated well-being of the individual AND productivity reach its peak.
Unfortunately, a lot of leaders lack self confidence and thus need the continuous proof of power over their subordinates to make them feel important. They will tend to be vague about decision processes, responsibilities and rules. Usually the rule:’ the boss is right’ will then replace common rules. The vagueness enables this leader to shift blames and to reward the courtesans. Management is conducted by fear , for this manager is convinced that work is only done through pressure and employees often leave if they get any chance to do so.
A management position is not only a position of power over other people but a position of responsibility for their evolution and well-being.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Myth
Î was witness at the marriage of my best friend. She got married for the second time to the same man ( I'll spare you the details).
Listening to the speeches of the major and afterwards the mother in law and having heard my friend innumerable times on the topic I started wondering about myths and how they are created ( for what I heard at the wedding was far from reality).
A myth is created when you single out elements of a story and leave out others so that it conforms to an archetypical story. If you work the myth well and with consistency, the myth will be remembered for generations- it can even end up in the history book. Most celebrities nowadays have professionals working on the creation of their myth.
Archetypical stories are a bit like fairy-tales: the washer that became a millionaire, the poor that had a special gift that was singled out, the guy who wins against all odds because he's true, the finally found real love.
Myths are written over time in looking back and the perspective then often goes beyond the life-cycle: looking back at the life of...., or ...happy ever after. Any continuation of life risks not to fall in the picture and thus destroy the whole myth. Like my aunt, condemned by cancer told me one month before she died- it is better to leave the scene, when everybody has good memories about you- meaning: when you have the chance to leave a myth behind.
But not only celebrities care about their myths, all of us do. Brain-science found that our memory of an event is rewritten entirely every time we think about it- we are continuously rewriting our own myths. If you don't believe me, listen to a family story of your grandmother and of your grand aunt- chances are that they have very different versions of the very same event- unless...... unless they regularly have rewritten the story together in the collective memory at every family gathering- do you remember when.....?
Listening to the speeches of the major and afterwards the mother in law and having heard my friend innumerable times on the topic I started wondering about myths and how they are created ( for what I heard at the wedding was far from reality).
A myth is created when you single out elements of a story and leave out others so that it conforms to an archetypical story. If you work the myth well and with consistency, the myth will be remembered for generations- it can even end up in the history book. Most celebrities nowadays have professionals working on the creation of their myth.
Archetypical stories are a bit like fairy-tales: the washer that became a millionaire, the poor that had a special gift that was singled out, the guy who wins against all odds because he's true, the finally found real love.
Myths are written over time in looking back and the perspective then often goes beyond the life-cycle: looking back at the life of...., or ...happy ever after. Any continuation of life risks not to fall in the picture and thus destroy the whole myth. Like my aunt, condemned by cancer told me one month before she died- it is better to leave the scene, when everybody has good memories about you- meaning: when you have the chance to leave a myth behind.
But not only celebrities care about their myths, all of us do. Brain-science found that our memory of an event is rewritten entirely every time we think about it- we are continuously rewriting our own myths. If you don't believe me, listen to a family story of your grandmother and of your grand aunt- chances are that they have very different versions of the very same event- unless...... unless they regularly have rewritten the story together in the collective memory at every family gathering- do you remember when.....?
Friday, November 24, 2006
the silent symphony followed
If my ultimate goal is to be in tune with the silent symphony of existence what can I do?
To vibrate in harmony I have to be in harmony.
The illusion weaves a net of perceptions that throws me off balance all too often.
I feel ignored, I feel incompetent, I feel disliked and I act accordingly.
Disharmony in me engenders distortion of tune.
The seed of disharmony was given to me at birth by giving me eyes to see, ears to hear , touch to feel, a tongue to taste, a nose to smell and a mind to process those sensations.
I cannot make it disappear lest deny being human.
All I can do is see my actions
All I can do is grow
All I can do is discipline my ego
Not to conform to the web of illusion, but to conform to the silent symphony
The overflow has to be channeled
The little has to be tended to grow more
The whole has to find focus to anchor.
Accepting my limits doesn’t mean stop striving,
it means stopping to put myself down.
Accepting the limits of the world around
means developing compassion
Accepting the tune means
not controlling the orchestra
but going with the melody
In humbly accepting the purpose
being beyond my ego.
To vibrate in harmony I have to be in harmony.
The illusion weaves a net of perceptions that throws me off balance all too often.
I feel ignored, I feel incompetent, I feel disliked and I act accordingly.
Disharmony in me engenders distortion of tune.
The seed of disharmony was given to me at birth by giving me eyes to see, ears to hear , touch to feel, a tongue to taste, a nose to smell and a mind to process those sensations.
I cannot make it disappear lest deny being human.
All I can do is see my actions
All I can do is grow
All I can do is discipline my ego
Not to conform to the web of illusion, but to conform to the silent symphony
The overflow has to be channeled
The little has to be tended to grow more
The whole has to find focus to anchor.
Accepting my limits doesn’t mean stop striving,
it means stopping to put myself down.
Accepting the limits of the world around
means developing compassion
Accepting the tune means
not controlling the orchestra
but going with the melody
In humbly accepting the purpose
being beyond my ego.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
the silent Symphony
The world is illusion.
Yet it is not illusion in the shape of a soap-bubble, ready to burst at any moment.
Rather, there is a law to it that does not only emanate from one being but from the multitude of existence.
The totality of existence creates a cosmic dance.
In this dance there is harmony: rhythm and melody.
Each part has the inner desire to be in tune with this harmony.
Mankind has the tendency to vibrate without listening to the whole.
We too often what to be the director of the orchestra and thus we create a great distortion in the tune- like a wound-opening.
But the great symphony is such that it integrates the dissonance into the harmonies and they are but one.
In infinity, dissonance destroys itself.
What do you do to be in tune?
Yet it is not illusion in the shape of a soap-bubble, ready to burst at any moment.
Rather, there is a law to it that does not only emanate from one being but from the multitude of existence.
The totality of existence creates a cosmic dance.
In this dance there is harmony: rhythm and melody.
Each part has the inner desire to be in tune with this harmony.
Mankind has the tendency to vibrate without listening to the whole.
We too often what to be the director of the orchestra and thus we create a great distortion in the tune- like a wound-opening.
But the great symphony is such that it integrates the dissonance into the harmonies and they are but one.
In infinity, dissonance destroys itself.
What do you do to be in tune?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
inner logic
The functioning of the mind has fascinated mankind since there was an awareness of existence. In former times it was rather a matter for priests, magicians, oracles, doctors and sometimes exorcists ; since Freud there has been the psychologist .
The psychologist studies the ways of thinking while his counterpart, the neurologist, examines neuronal structure and chemistry of the brain that enable thinking processes. Recently psychologists are being discredited by neurologists with the claim that everything is biology and chemistry , that there is no human genius and disfunctioning is just bad chemical control.
Curiously, few look at it in a holistic way- if there is a chemical and biological function it is there for a reason. Aparent malfunction might also be there for a reason- maybe it isn't just some form of illness.
Let's take for example depression, one of the largest spread mental diseases. It touches people from all backgrounds, cultures, situations. It has little relation to external circumstance. And aparently it is not a new thing but has existed through the ages.
What if depression had a function ,a role?
Let's assume that there are different mental/spiritual phases in life to go through ( there is evidence that this is genetically pre-programmed). What happens if for some reason the individual doesn't move in his mind? What if depression was a means of the subconscious to force evolution upon the conscious?
Depression lowers certainities and beliefs, habits , attachments in such a way that there is only a way out if something new is shaped. In a way the inner 'hard disk' is erased to create new space. Depression could be a natural mechanis created to make us evolve.
Treating depression then is not a question of how to stop the disease by blocking mental chemistry, but how to accompany the process to be sure that it evolves without risk toward a new phase of life.
I wonder if there are other psychological processes that can be reconsidered.
My hairdresser saw me this week do a Sudoku. 'I've been doing those all the time for months!' she exclaimed-' today I don't do them anymore!'
That reminded me of the learning process of children discovered by Maria Montessori: Maria discovered that children if not forced to occupy with certain games will stick to the same thing until they have learned to master the task and then loose interest . In a Montessori school you can see for example a child that will do nothing than maths for months- and he will do it at home, in his free time, on the week end, on the loo- he doesn't let go.. and then, after a couple of months, he stops and turns to grammar for example.
Now is there a way to examine adult obsessions in the same way?
If you're hooked upon a video game, you can't close a book, you are up to an activity in a comulsive way- there might be something in it your brain considers worth spending time on, something to learn.
It would be an interesting question not to look at such a behaviour with suspicion ( because the obessed person isn't 'available' for other occupations) but ask what it is that is learnable, that the brain considers important, for which a need is felt. That would enable enhancing a possible learning process or understanding and helping if the addictive activity is exercised for a psychological reason.
Medicine is more and more convinced that illness has a link with the body and might be a non- verbal way of expression of suffering or a forcing of the mind by the body.
There might be more sense in psychological and biologic disfunctioning than we think.
The psychologist studies the ways of thinking while his counterpart, the neurologist, examines neuronal structure and chemistry of the brain that enable thinking processes. Recently psychologists are being discredited by neurologists with the claim that everything is biology and chemistry , that there is no human genius and disfunctioning is just bad chemical control.
Curiously, few look at it in a holistic way- if there is a chemical and biological function it is there for a reason. Aparent malfunction might also be there for a reason- maybe it isn't just some form of illness.
Let's take for example depression, one of the largest spread mental diseases. It touches people from all backgrounds, cultures, situations. It has little relation to external circumstance. And aparently it is not a new thing but has existed through the ages.
What if depression had a function ,a role?
Let's assume that there are different mental/spiritual phases in life to go through ( there is evidence that this is genetically pre-programmed). What happens if for some reason the individual doesn't move in his mind? What if depression was a means of the subconscious to force evolution upon the conscious?
Depression lowers certainities and beliefs, habits , attachments in such a way that there is only a way out if something new is shaped. In a way the inner 'hard disk' is erased to create new space. Depression could be a natural mechanis created to make us evolve.
Treating depression then is not a question of how to stop the disease by blocking mental chemistry, but how to accompany the process to be sure that it evolves without risk toward a new phase of life.
I wonder if there are other psychological processes that can be reconsidered.
My hairdresser saw me this week do a Sudoku. 'I've been doing those all the time for months!' she exclaimed-' today I don't do them anymore!'
That reminded me of the learning process of children discovered by Maria Montessori: Maria discovered that children if not forced to occupy with certain games will stick to the same thing until they have learned to master the task and then loose interest . In a Montessori school you can see for example a child that will do nothing than maths for months- and he will do it at home, in his free time, on the week end, on the loo- he doesn't let go.. and then, after a couple of months, he stops and turns to grammar for example.
Now is there a way to examine adult obsessions in the same way?
If you're hooked upon a video game, you can't close a book, you are up to an activity in a comulsive way- there might be something in it your brain considers worth spending time on, something to learn.
It would be an interesting question not to look at such a behaviour with suspicion ( because the obessed person isn't 'available' for other occupations) but ask what it is that is learnable, that the brain considers important, for which a need is felt. That would enable enhancing a possible learning process or understanding and helping if the addictive activity is exercised for a psychological reason.
Medicine is more and more convinced that illness has a link with the body and might be a non- verbal way of expression of suffering or a forcing of the mind by the body.
There might be more sense in psychological and biologic disfunctioning than we think.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Human relations and hazard
Let's face it- the more people are physically apart the more a real relationship needs some kind of planning and organization.
You run into the people next door all the time. You can decide to have a drink together or spend time together on a whim.
The same exists with virtual relationships: what a pleasure to meet a friend on messenger and to start a ramdom chat for a few minutes or longer, keeping you from work, but that is what human relationships are about...
Things get complicated when you want to make virtual and real ends meet- For suddenly real life limits become important: the time spent on transport, other obligations, work to do, ...
suddenly relationships become choices in between alternatives: see the close-by friends or travel to see the far-away. Choices can't be made anymore on a whim, encounters at that level aren't subject to accident anymore.
Those small continuous choices become a big choice of life- stay on local level for real life and leave the virtual level in the dreamsphere? or broaden the view and look out for the new in risking to loose spontaneity?
You run into the people next door all the time. You can decide to have a drink together or spend time together on a whim.
The same exists with virtual relationships: what a pleasure to meet a friend on messenger and to start a ramdom chat for a few minutes or longer, keeping you from work, but that is what human relationships are about...
Things get complicated when you want to make virtual and real ends meet- For suddenly real life limits become important: the time spent on transport, other obligations, work to do, ...
suddenly relationships become choices in between alternatives: see the close-by friends or travel to see the far-away. Choices can't be made anymore on a whim, encounters at that level aren't subject to accident anymore.
Those small continuous choices become a big choice of life- stay on local level for real life and leave the virtual level in the dreamsphere? or broaden the view and look out for the new in risking to loose spontaneity?
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
folkloric traditions
Today is a Catholic Christian holiday : Toussaint- All Saints.
I asked my daughter if she has some idea about its meaning- she doesn’t.
Somehow, in between cultures, in the big cities far away from the dwellings of our ancestors, rites and customs somehow drivel into insignificance. Only the fact that it is a public holiday is a pale reminder of significance. Maybe our society lacks rites and customs that keep us grounded to our roots.
All Saints actually is a merger of pagan rites with Christian traditions. Originally a commemoration-day for martyrs of the Christian faith at the end of spring in Orient it was decreted by a pope as general holiday at the beginning of the V century and fixed as day of honour of all saints and Mary on the 13th of may . The date was suspiciously close to the Lemuria, consecrated in ancient Rome to the pagan tradition of honouring the ancestors.
Louis the faithful, a 9th century French king, changed the Toussaint for France to the 1st of November, as a counter measure to pagan rites during that time of the year. And 50 years later this date was adopted by the pope, again under French influence.That didn’t erase ancient traditions though and the pagan ancestor cult continued until the 10th century .
France then decided to integrate this tradition in instauring a special mass on the 2nd of November for ‘ all who died in Christ’. Nowadays the first of November is a public holiday because it is a commemoration day for those who died for the country in France.
The first of November also happens to be the beginning of the Celtic New Year- the Samain. During the first 7 days of November ritual feasts were organized – rites of the renaissance of the world to restore the foundations of cosmic order. The evening before all fires were extinguished, and the new period started with the lightening of new fires the next day.
The caste of warriors was at the centre of the celebrations because the consumption of consecrated food during this time was considered rendering invulnerable. The feasts in commemoration of the dead were an obligation and missing out on them considered bringing bad luck. The death were said to come to earth and had to be turned from a potential danger to the living into helpful forces for their descendance.
The Catholic relicts of this tradition is the visit to the cemeteries where family members are buried and the lightening of a flame on their grave. Less and less people keep up this tradition now, for a lot don’t live next to the graves of their family members anymore, but far away.
I wrote this to light a virtual flame in commemoration of:
Xavier de Lutzel, Oskar and Henriette Schneyder, Wolfgang Schneyder, Christoph Schneyder Karl and Else Schnelle, Paul and Resi Schnelle, Mariele Jahn, Magdalena, Liesel, Maria Schnelle, Michael Schnelle
and for all of my ancestors that I didn’t know but whose amazing stories are kept alive.
I asked my daughter if she has some idea about its meaning- she doesn’t.
Somehow, in between cultures, in the big cities far away from the dwellings of our ancestors, rites and customs somehow drivel into insignificance. Only the fact that it is a public holiday is a pale reminder of significance. Maybe our society lacks rites and customs that keep us grounded to our roots.
All Saints actually is a merger of pagan rites with Christian traditions. Originally a commemoration-day for martyrs of the Christian faith at the end of spring in Orient it was decreted by a pope as general holiday at the beginning of the V century and fixed as day of honour of all saints and Mary on the 13th of may . The date was suspiciously close to the Lemuria, consecrated in ancient Rome to the pagan tradition of honouring the ancestors.
Louis the faithful, a 9th century French king, changed the Toussaint for France to the 1st of November, as a counter measure to pagan rites during that time of the year. And 50 years later this date was adopted by the pope, again under French influence.That didn’t erase ancient traditions though and the pagan ancestor cult continued until the 10th century .
France then decided to integrate this tradition in instauring a special mass on the 2nd of November for ‘ all who died in Christ’. Nowadays the first of November is a public holiday because it is a commemoration day for those who died for the country in France.
The first of November also happens to be the beginning of the Celtic New Year- the Samain. During the first 7 days of November ritual feasts were organized – rites of the renaissance of the world to restore the foundations of cosmic order. The evening before all fires were extinguished, and the new period started with the lightening of new fires the next day.
The caste of warriors was at the centre of the celebrations because the consumption of consecrated food during this time was considered rendering invulnerable. The feasts in commemoration of the dead were an obligation and missing out on them considered bringing bad luck. The death were said to come to earth and had to be turned from a potential danger to the living into helpful forces for their descendance.
The Catholic relicts of this tradition is the visit to the cemeteries where family members are buried and the lightening of a flame on their grave. Less and less people keep up this tradition now, for a lot don’t live next to the graves of their family members anymore, but far away.
I wrote this to light a virtual flame in commemoration of:
Xavier de Lutzel, Oskar and Henriette Schneyder, Wolfgang Schneyder, Christoph Schneyder Karl and Else Schnelle, Paul and Resi Schnelle, Mariele Jahn, Magdalena, Liesel, Maria Schnelle, Michael Schnelle
and for all of my ancestors that I didn’t know but whose amazing stories are kept alive.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Indian administration
Getting a visa to visit India has never been easy. Usually I would show up at the embassy at 7:30 am to wait for two hours until opening at 9:30 am, catch a number, wait for 1,5 h until my number got called, sweat fearing I could have forgotten something essential ( like the 50 € in cash ) deposit passport and papers, get a slip of paper to fetch my passport in two days...
Now....that is nothing compared to the actual chaos:
The demand can be downloaded on internet . The same website informed me that henceforth you are not allowed to deposit more than 3 passports per person ( we are four in our family!) and that per day not more than 75 individuals will be admitted; travel agencies are kindly requested to present with computerized data on wednesdays...
That already promised nothing good.
Two weeks ago I convinced my husband to go with me to the embassy. We were there in the morning at 7:30 h . The queue was about 100m long.......
After a short discussion we abandoned for it was obvious that there were more than 75 people in front of us, the first had arrived at 6 am ( my guess was more like 200 ).
I decided to try the travel agency. The travel agency called their visa messenger service. I was informed that the price would be 125 € per passport + 35 € for the messenger to carry it to the service...and that they only treat emergencies right now, please contact again around the 15th of november... Allright!
I convinced my son for a substantial amount of money ( appealed to his business sense) to get up at 4:30 am and to be present at 6 am in queue at the embassy. I joined him in queueing at 8:40 am. There were about 30 people in front of him and according to him the first had arrived at midnight. Behind him was about 200 m of queue.
Now disasters like that give way to all kinds of rumour trying to explain the actual situation which is getting desperate for the average tourist. Here are some explanations delivered by the people next to us in line:
a professionnal messenger: they installed a new software to treat what was done by hand before, it worked until they lost a passport deposited by a travel agency, now travel agency messengers have to queue like everybody and adaption to the new software is creating delays.
the messenger from the OECD ( yes-surprise they have to queue too): It's an act of revenge for there seem to be problems with the French embassy in India too. And he spiced his comment with stories of other embassies .
a tourist: nobody can explain,, travel agencies refuse to take on the task and turn their eyes to the ceiling if you talk about travel visa to India.
As the opening hour approached the situation was getting tense, the French being notorious queue cutters. They casually walk up to the front to have a 'look' at the queue. Then they start talking to the people in the queue, light a cigarette and the next thing you know is that they have merged with the crowd. People around me were getting nervous cause the count in front of us seemed to dangerously approach the fatal number. A handicaped guy kind of played the clown to gain his place in front while yelling loudly against : 'those who come in front and cut the queue'- which he did himself. Suddenly the gate opened! The crowd closed in and moved in block forward.
The door was only half opened to let people pass one by one while the queue had been at least about 3-4 people wide- suspense! We moved forward through the glass door to the reception desk where an officer handed out pink tickets.I got 413 ( why does 13 stick to me?) my son 414. I looked with reverence at the pink piece of paper- I had made it ! The count on the digital board started at 385. ...
Being a samaritan I accepted to pass the passport of the other of a girl that had come to late and was desperately looking for somebody whose count was below 3/per person. Again we spent about 1 h exchanging experiences with all kinds of various people.
When I finally deposited the passports the lady behind the counter filled out a 2 slip carbon copy- one white, one rose- I got 1 white slip to fetch 2 French passports, 1 white slip to fetch the German passport ( mine). My son got 2 rose slips to fetch 1 French passport per slip- don't ask about the logic behind but wish me luck for the retrieval!
Now....that is nothing compared to the actual chaos:
The demand can be downloaded on internet . The same website informed me that henceforth you are not allowed to deposit more than 3 passports per person ( we are four in our family!) and that per day not more than 75 individuals will be admitted; travel agencies are kindly requested to present with computerized data on wednesdays...
That already promised nothing good.
Two weeks ago I convinced my husband to go with me to the embassy. We were there in the morning at 7:30 h . The queue was about 100m long.......
After a short discussion we abandoned for it was obvious that there were more than 75 people in front of us, the first had arrived at 6 am ( my guess was more like 200 ).
I decided to try the travel agency. The travel agency called their visa messenger service. I was informed that the price would be 125 € per passport + 35 € for the messenger to carry it to the service...and that they only treat emergencies right now, please contact again around the 15th of november... Allright!
I convinced my son for a substantial amount of money ( appealed to his business sense) to get up at 4:30 am and to be present at 6 am in queue at the embassy. I joined him in queueing at 8:40 am. There were about 30 people in front of him and according to him the first had arrived at midnight. Behind him was about 200 m of queue.
Now disasters like that give way to all kinds of rumour trying to explain the actual situation which is getting desperate for the average tourist. Here are some explanations delivered by the people next to us in line:
a professionnal messenger: they installed a new software to treat what was done by hand before, it worked until they lost a passport deposited by a travel agency, now travel agency messengers have to queue like everybody and adaption to the new software is creating delays.
the messenger from the OECD ( yes-surprise they have to queue too): It's an act of revenge for there seem to be problems with the French embassy in India too. And he spiced his comment with stories of other embassies .
a tourist: nobody can explain,, travel agencies refuse to take on the task and turn their eyes to the ceiling if you talk about travel visa to India.
As the opening hour approached the situation was getting tense, the French being notorious queue cutters. They casually walk up to the front to have a 'look' at the queue. Then they start talking to the people in the queue, light a cigarette and the next thing you know is that they have merged with the crowd. People around me were getting nervous cause the count in front of us seemed to dangerously approach the fatal number. A handicaped guy kind of played the clown to gain his place in front while yelling loudly against : 'those who come in front and cut the queue'- which he did himself. Suddenly the gate opened! The crowd closed in and moved in block forward.
The door was only half opened to let people pass one by one while the queue had been at least about 3-4 people wide- suspense! We moved forward through the glass door to the reception desk where an officer handed out pink tickets.I got 413 ( why does 13 stick to me?) my son 414. I looked with reverence at the pink piece of paper- I had made it ! The count on the digital board started at 385. ...
Being a samaritan I accepted to pass the passport of the other of a girl that had come to late and was desperately looking for somebody whose count was below 3/per person. Again we spent about 1 h exchanging experiences with all kinds of various people.
When I finally deposited the passports the lady behind the counter filled out a 2 slip carbon copy- one white, one rose- I got 1 white slip to fetch 2 French passports, 1 white slip to fetch the German passport ( mine). My son got 2 rose slips to fetch 1 French passport per slip- don't ask about the logic behind but wish me luck for the retrieval!
Friday, October 27, 2006
The clash of civilizations' balance sheet
An Australian Mufti says that uncovered women are 'meat', there is a big uproar in German papers about German soldiers in Afghanistan posing on pictures with sculls discovered during some construction work..just some more examples in the press on the clash of civilizations.
Open your mouth and it's not Big Brother but the International press that is watching you.
Anything you say or do can be used against you, so it better be politically correct. It seems that there are spies all over watching who will be the next tresspasser on the narrow road of moral righteousness.
Being politically correct and respecting cultural diversity up to this point risks negating one's own culture. As a result comments move to inner homogenous circles and borderlines are drawn by thoughts and omission. There are things you cannot say in front of the Other, one more reason not to associate.
Open your mouth and it's not Big Brother but the International press that is watching you.
Anything you say or do can be used against you, so it better be politically correct. It seems that there are spies all over watching who will be the next tresspasser on the narrow road of moral righteousness.
Being politically correct and respecting cultural diversity up to this point risks negating one's own culture. As a result comments move to inner homogenous circles and borderlines are drawn by thoughts and omission. There are things you cannot say in front of the Other, one more reason not to associate.
Babylon
Business idea for developpers:
create a software that automatically generates a pass for blogs and the like, a bit like a credit card you can use in any money machine.
Each time I have a computer problem I loose all my passwords and afterwards I try to figure out which one it is. I discover that I have an extraordinary amount of subscriptions that need passwords. Of course I try not to invent a new one every time but up to now I possess about 4 different passwords. Multiply that with my 6 mail- adresses ( I usually don't remember with what I've signed up) and the eventual case sensitivity concerning capital letters ( I don't remember if I started my password with a capital letter) and you nderstand my problem.
Working with systemic reflections in consulting I must say that this unfortunately reflects my mind: always following several options simultaneously and in all directions; forgetting some of the important bases because there are so many and I'm already on the next hint and getting angry at myself for the lack of organization and planning in my head.
Sigh!
create a software that automatically generates a pass for blogs and the like, a bit like a credit card you can use in any money machine.
Each time I have a computer problem I loose all my passwords and afterwards I try to figure out which one it is. I discover that I have an extraordinary amount of subscriptions that need passwords. Of course I try not to invent a new one every time but up to now I possess about 4 different passwords. Multiply that with my 6 mail- adresses ( I usually don't remember with what I've signed up) and the eventual case sensitivity concerning capital letters ( I don't remember if I started my password with a capital letter) and you nderstand my problem.
Working with systemic reflections in consulting I must say that this unfortunately reflects my mind: always following several options simultaneously and in all directions; forgetting some of the important bases because there are so many and I'm already on the next hint and getting angry at myself for the lack of organization and planning in my head.
Sigh!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Caux!
I said I was just creating my blog to be able to comment- arriving at Caux I find that Mountain house has created their own blog... http://iseecaux.blogspot.com....
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Voix
Ce blog vient d'être crée pour me donner une voix pour commenter les blogs des autres...
Sinon visitez www.Xanga.com/maya2in1
Peut être un jour je migrerai.....
Sinon visitez www.Xanga.com/maya2in1
Peut être un jour je migrerai.....
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