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“Am I something that exists in time – or does time exist within me?”
(Arthur Tricknor: Solid Ground of Being)

“Did I come into the world – or does the world come out of me?” (Arthur Tricknor: Solid Ground of Being)

“The path to truth is a voyage of disillusionment.” (Arthur Tricknor: Solid Ground of Being)

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SkalkSkryf

Hiermee dan die laaste aflewering in die reeks. Ek sal mettertyd reageer op die reaksies op my skrywe.

5) About love:

Love is a beautiful thing. Have you ever seen a sunset as beautiful as when you were in love? Have ever a spring bloom quite so profusely as when you were in love? Oh yes, in love even life is a beautiful thing.

In love the beloved becomes a perfect being with the smile of an angel, a body divine and a whit unsurpassed in living memory. To be with the beloved is like being in the presence of God divine.

And then it all turns sour. By some miracle the god/goddess inevitably turns into a demon. The fire of love becomes a raging, all consuming holocaust.

Sometimes this happens (thank God) before the sound of happy wedding bells. But many a time it happens only after the little…

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Einde van `n pad

Gegroet ou kleintjie. Mooiloop.

 

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Mia

Vandag is ons baba weg. Haar pyn verlig deur die dokter met die bottel blou medisyne.

Sy was maar net `n klein bondeltjie hond toe ons haar gekry het, die “runt” in die werpsel.

En toe word sy en haar ousus die middelpunt van die gesin se lewe.

Na twaalf honde jare (84 in mense jare) wou die beentjies nie meer loop nie en moes ons jou groet.

Ons sal jou ou klein lyfie mis Mia. Dit was 12 goeie jare. Mooiloop poppie.

Hulle wag vir Ma om huis toe te kom. Nou is daar een waghond minder.

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Hier by ons brand die Universiteite. In die groot, bevryde US of A brand die winkels. In Syrië is daar byna niks meer oor om te brand nie, en orals vloei die bloed.

Daar is geen eenvoudige verklaring vir die verskynsel van opstand en vernietiging nie. Maar daar is altyd dié wat munt slaan uit die onrus, en dit aktief aanbalas.

Lees ek toevallig hierdie stukkie wysheid van CG Jung raak, en dog dit mag dalk relevant wees.

The Gnostic Jung: Stephan A. Hoeller

“Rational enlightenment, scientific knowledge and technological skills have made civilized man very much freer than the so-called primitive, who is almost totally held captive, but also safeguarded by nature and the structures of their own society. Primitive societies accord their members little freedom; conversely primitive man has little freedom from the limitations of his own unconscious. Unlike persons of a more differentiated grade of consciousness, primitive people cannot usually act on the basis of the decisions of their egos, or as we might say, at will. Rather, the primitive waits until the slumbering energies in his unconscious are aroused before acting. Hunting, sowing, war, marrying and other important events are prepared by rituals, such as dancing and magical ceremonies, designed to stir up the unconscious forces. Before moving forward, or outward, primitive humanity thus takes a step backward, or inward into the unconscious in order to poise the psyche for the forthcoming action. Under such circumstances, primitives have almost unlimited energy for action. Fear, prudence, shyness and fatigue are banished, and the tribesmen forge ahead with their task irrespective of danger, exertion and adverse circumstances. The gods of the unconscious are riding on their backs.”

Daarteenoor is beskaafde mense:

“Differentiated consciousness prides itself upon its ability to exert will and to do things by force of discipline. At this level of development, consciousness is characterized by at least partial ability to make psychic energy available to the conscious ego instead of being only in a state subservient to the unconscious. Most, if not all, of the attainments of civilization depend on this availability of the psychic energy to serve the purposes of the free, conscious will of the ego; only when the impulses of the unconscious have lost their stranglehold on the psychic energy can we freely utilize this energy to build, to do and to plan in accordance with our consciously recognized ideas and ideals.”

Nou sal Jung sekerlik uitgeskel word as rassis, maar n mens moet onthou dat hy n sielkundige was, hy het dus gedragspatrone waargeneem en nie velkleur nie. Ek vermoed hy sou een honderd persent met Robert M Pirsig (Lila; an inquiry into maorals) saamgestem het wat dieselfde probleem, soos hy dit in New York waargeneem het, uit `n ander hoek belig het. Hy sê: “It isn’t a war of races or of cultures. It’s war of society against patterns of reason and patterns of biology that have been set loose by the mistakes of this century.”

Persig gaan verder en sê: “What was so sinister now about New York (Wits, UTC, Charlotte – vul hier in wat jy wil) was that the patterns that built it no longer seemed understood – those who understood the patterns are no longer in control of those who don’t.”

“A culture that supports the dominance of social values over biological values is an absolutely superior culture to one that does not, and a culture that supports the dominance of intellectual values over social values is absolutely superior to one that does not.”

Pirsig sê dit is immoreel om mense te veroordeel op grond van velkleur of enige ander genetiese eienskap, want dit is onveranderlik, maar dit is nie immoreel om dit teen iemand te hou as sy kultuur hom aanspoor tot immorele gedrag nie, want dit is `n keuese en kan verander word.

Sy slotsom is:

“It is a war of biology vs society. It is a war of biological blacks and biological whites against social blacks and social whites.”

“Intellectuals must find biological behavior, no matter what its ethnic connection, and limit or destroy destructive biological patterns with complete moral ruthlessness, before those biological patterns destroy civilization itself.”

Die slegte nuus is; samelewings op die intellektuele vlak van ontwikkeling is, weens hulle liberale uitkyk, nie moreel daartoe in staat om geweld met geweld te onderdruk nie. Soos Pirsig sê: “The instrument of conversation between society and biology has always been a policeman or a soldier and his gun.”

Maar dan ook weer: Die Egiptiese koningkryk, die Romeise ryk, die Aztec empire en baie ander beskawings het tot n einde gekom. Die Westerse beskawing is besig om onder te gaan. Wat ons nou beleef is moontlik `n natuurlike proses. Roofdiere is besig om toe te sak op die gekweste, verswakte tropleier. Sodra hy lê sal hy uitmekaar geskeur word en dan sal die aasvreters en brommers die karkas verder stroop tot net `n wit geraamte oorbly. Die roofdiere en aasvreters word nooit die volgende leiers nie, hulle is nie daartoe in staat nie, hulle werk is slegs om te vernietig. Die Geel Draak en die Rooi Beer staan gereed om die vakuum te vul sodra die Weste deur sy eie toedoen verslaan is.

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Springtime

The Poetry Of

And now there is a blue lilt to the air, a gauzy greenness an unmistakable shimmer that runs through the days. (I have lived the taste of this before in another time and place — but when and where?) Just around the bend in the road lies that fairytale ball, Spring. Every blade, every branch, every blossom in the kingdom is invited. Who can resist such excitement? See how the world readies itself for festivities with ribbons and jewels. Young oak leaves unfurling from tight casings hypnotic green, camellias tossing ruffled candy pink skirts, queenly irises yawning purple and gold, tremulous tulips breaking like dawn, jonquils and daffodils nodding dainty heads, straight-backed lavender spearing the air, starry faced jasmine bursting out of sharp-tipped buds, brilliant poppies catching sunlight like a lucky penny, wisteria with its tumbling grape-like clusters scenting the world with wisterious allure. I stumble amidst the incandescent beauty…

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Vaar weer die vlaktes in. Op `n plaas in die omgewing van die-berg-vol-yster, loop ek en die vark mekaar raak. Daar anderkant die blouberge

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Die wêreld is droog, erg droog. Vir wild en bees is daar skaars nog iets om te vreet. Die suipkrip was amper leeg. Of die vark daar wou gaan skuil teen die hitte, en of die arme vermaerde dier water wou drink en toe ingeval het kon hy my nie sê nie.

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Dit is moontlik dat die arme dier al `n paar dae in die krip gelê het. Toe sy redder in `n wit wa daar opdaag kon hy sy snoet nou en dan bo die water lig om asem te skep. Met `n tou om sy snoet en tande is hy bevry van sy watergraf (of was die hulp ongevraag, is dit waar hy wou dood?)

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Hoe sal mens weet wat in `n vark se kop aangaan? (my ‘pig-speak’ is maar beroerd) Hy het geen dankbaarheid betoon teenoor sy redder nie inteendeel, daar is met die tande na hom geskep as hy te naby kom.

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Ek moes hom daar laat en aangaan met my werk. Sal later by die boer navraag doen om te hoor of my platvark vriend dit oorleef het.

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