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Essex Sunsets

Sun over the sea in Southend-on-Sea, Essex

It happens so that this and the next week I am spending in Essex. It is my first ever visit there, and I left somewhat unexpectedly last Saturday. I am not new to organising last minute trips, although having to leave the house at 5.20am was a bit of a novelty. I am working away, and, if anything, it is a lovely break from Mancunian sunny showers. Here, just an hour by train from London, it has so far been very dry and hot.

Speaking of sunsets, my colleagues and I go to the seaside at weekend, and I enjoy immensely some lovely views of the setting sun and the chilled seaside. When I’m back to Manchester, I will be missing these moments, as well as lovely gardens and stately homes that I regularly see on my way to and from work. What these two weeks will have meant to me, however, is it that in the next few years I will be living by the sea… or maybe ocean. As many of you will agree, this is something to aim for.

Walking… (In Cammino…)

walking… (in cammino…), originally uploaded by taxxon2705.

When I look at this photo, I think of calmness. The sensation of tranquility is almost palpable; the ancient portico breathes it, as does the man’s dress.

But the red colours of columns and the cover evoke very different feelings – that of unrest and passion. There is clearly a path to take, a decision to make, and the lonely figure is moving along the pavement with impressive determination.

So calm and determined he is, that the man’s body is entirely relaxed, as one can noticed in the effortless straight line his neck forms with his torso.

As I’m looking at this picture, I think: how wonderful it should be to have such vision that carries you along the chosen path adorned with the primary colour of passion – in every sense of the word…

The Irregular Ramblings of a Godless Liberal

In the past I vowed to not write about politics or religion, but a newsletter that recently came through the post is worth being “reprinted”. It raises a few valid points, and I am particularly glad to be living in the area where someone actually cares to write such a note.

Jehova’s Witnesses and similar religious sects always undergo a renaissance during the period of hardships. Film lovers can remember the scene with flagellants from The Seventh Seal. The first time Witnesses surfaced in Russia was at the turn of 1980s-1990s, when crime and deficit were on the rise, while politically the country was torn apart by conflicting ideologies. As the text below describes, one of my brightest memories of one of the Jehova’s converts is that of a tireless verbal fountain. I saw the woman many times on the street and on buses, always with a pack of booklets and a never-ending speech full of prophecies. The fact that they are becoming so active now in Britain is indicative of the period of social crisis the nation is surviving. People are reluctant to turn to the “traditional” Church, while they also know that such “common” methods of escaping the reality – hobbies, alcohol, drugs – cost money and don’t really bring satisfaction. And thus, rather than looking for a solution within themselves, confronting their lifestyles and choices, they embrace a new teaching that is far more dangerous…

Hi everyone,

Some thoughts on our local home-grown religious fundamentalists… Jehova’s Witnesses. 

If you live locally, you may have had a visit from the Jehova’s Witnesses last Sunday. Not only were the grown-ups out in force, but they had several children knocking at my door. Aside from the fact that these poor kids are brain-washed at such an early age, I’m not sure that it’s a good idea to let them on doors without an adult accompanying them on the doorstep…

So, what exactly do the Witnesses actually offer us…? Well, in a nutshell… Death! Yes, that’s right, folks, even if you’re a mainstream Anglican, Catholic, Jew, Islamist or even (god forbid!) an atheist like myself, unless you  kow-tow to the precise ravings of the Bible which this sad and sorry bunch of people say is the only interpretation, your reward is to be struck down by their (loving!) god, whilst a few tens of thousands of their chosen supporters return to a newly established Garden of Eden. I hope god has a good lawnmower, because it must be pretty overgrown by now. Oh, and if you’re gay, lesbian, or bi – you can add yourself to the above Divine hit list, too. 

Once upon a time various religious sects indulged their lunacies by making human blood sacrifices to their respective gods. Thankfully, that horror has disappeared, but lingers on in a very nasty way through the Witnesses. They are opposed to blood transfusions, and only a couple of years or so ago, in this country and the 21st century, a young mum, having just given birth to healthy twins, was denied a much needed blood transfusion which would probably have saved her life. Her husband, a devout Witness, refused the doctors’ offer of a transfusion, and she died. Two young children will now grow up without ever knowing their mother, and perhaps suffer a lifetime of guilt as a result of this insane piece of decision making by their parents. Whatever spin you want to put on this story, I call it religious murder. 

In May this year, 15-year-old Joshua McAuley, flown swiftly to Birmingham’s Selly Oak hospital after being crushed in a car accident, refused all appeals by doctors to allow them to give him a blood transfusion. He died soon after. This young man could have become a doctor, an actor, a lover, a father, perhaps even the man who discovered how to obtain limitless energy from the most abundant element in the universe, hydrogen. We will never know. Sickeningly, Clive Parker, an elder at the Kingdom Hall of Jehova’s Witnesses at Smethwick, said he did not want to talk about it because he ‘didn’t want to add to the family’s distress’. This nauseating response conveniently hides the fact that adults like Mr Parker are responsible for poisoning the minds of the young and impressionable in the first place. 

Anybody who allows their lives to be controlled and run by an imaginary, supernatural being is suffering from a delusion. Anybody who has researched the evidence for god, found it to be non-existent, and STILL chooses to believe, is therefore both delusional and a fool. Now, of course, anyone should be free to believe in the privacy of their own homes, meeting halls and churches, but once a religious organisation leaves the comfort of its home ground and trumps the streets spouting its dangerous nonsense, then anyone, myself included, has a perfect right to offer criticism and an alternative viewpoint. Which, of course, is the reason for this newsletter. 

The problems with (any) god is that its commands, rules and laws (remember, we are still talking about an imaginary entity) can be translated and used by anyone with a particular agenda and viewpoint, and (of course!) cannot be questioned by mere mortals. Neat, eh? 

And therein lies the problem, for it is precisely this kind of dangerous, non-thinking acceptance that can, and does, lead perfectly reasonable people to commit the most heinous acts in defense of their chosen religious dogma. We only have to consider the suicide bomber, or the Taliban who throw acid in the faces of young girls who commit the ‘crime’ of attending school, or the religiously accepted practice of surgically removing a young girl’s clitoris. 

Neither, as some religious apologists would have us believe, is religion the provider of absolute morality. The still unfolding scandal of child abuse within the deeply secretive Catholic church being a modern case in point. 

Our 4,600 million year old planet Earth orbits our sun in our galaxy, the Milky Way, in which there are many billions of stars and planets. We know, too, that there are billions of galaxies, and that our 13,7 billion year old universe is continuing to expand at an ever increasing speed. With both order and chaos as two sides of the same mathematical coin, there is no guarantee that we humans will survive indefinitely. Modern humans have only been around for some 200,000 years. By comparison, dinosaurs existed for 180 million years before becoming extinct. 

If we are continue to prosper and survive as a species, we must use carefully and thoughtfully the highly developed organ which can truly be said to separate us out from the rest of the animal world: our brain. 

As the 5th ape, we must recognise our place within the natural world, with the full understanding that we are an animal species which is part of a highly complex ecological web, but whose brain gives us the ultimate responsibility of managing the fate of our planet. It is a responsibility we must not shirk, and it can only be achieved by a calm and cool appraisal of who and what we humans really are. A continued and irrational reliance upon the supposed words of a ‘Father Christmas / fairies at the bottom of the garden’ god-type figure and the resulting subsequent subjugation of our truly amazing brain is clearly not the way forward.

David. 

It Is the Ideal That Is All Wrong

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=loscuadernos-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B002HRE2KI&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrI recently came across this phrase by G. K. Chesterton:

The real American is all right; it is the ideal American who is all wrong“.

I have a lot of American readers, all of whom, I am sure, are wonderful and not at all ideal people, whom I would like to send my greetings on the Independence Day. However, the phrase sums up much more than just the British reservations about the Americans at the turn of the 19th-20th cc. The phrase underlines our approach to just about anything, but especially problems.

It is a totally normal thing among humans to exaggerate, particularly when something bad is happening. Something I read recently points out to a very interesting thing: although we’re advised to “know thyself”, most often it is our negative self that we know the best. Indeed, the majority of you reading this post are likely to eagerly to admit to some of their worst traits than openly appreciate their good qualities.

Now, imagine having about a problem. Taken on its own, it is neutral. A few instances in life have led me to believe that someone will always have had – or is having – a worse problem than me, so, objectively speaking, a problem is just a problem. It is when we put a spin on it that it becomes THE problem – an emotional event of universal proportions, with a catastrophic impact.

If you let your mind do this, then before too long a tiny inconvenience becomes a disaster, while something bigger grows astronomically to the point when you don’t know how on Earth to deal with it. This is how a real problem becomes an Ideal Problem, with the whole tragedy attached.

What we need to remember henceforth is that the ideal problem is always a far cry from the problem at hand. however bad it may be. A real problem can always be dealt with; but just as one cannot attain the ideal in real life, so one cannot ever solve an ideal problem – because it is out of human capacity to cope with the ideal.

So, next time we’re having problems in life, let;’s make ourselves a favour and not blow it out to monstrous proportions. Whatever it may be, let’s deal with it as it is, not as our media-conditioned hype-sensitive unconscious mind suggests us.

A Flying Visit to Carlisle

A Streetlight in Carlisle

 

I visited Carlisle on Saturday. Even though it was a flying visit, I’m glad it has finally taken place, as I wanted to visit this ancient Roman city for a while. One thing even a casual visitor will notice is perfectly straight streets – a trademark of Roman city planning. 
 
I didn’t have a chance to visit any historic places, apart from Carlisle Market: a lovely Victorian trading hall, complete with lacy blue decor of steel stalls, located in the 1854 premises. I successfully overcame a temptation to buy some green wool, as a matter of fact. Carlisle is located a stone-throw away from the Scottish border, and it is not uncommon to meet people from Scotland or even Ireland dropping for a visit.
 
Most importantly, in personal sense, is the fact that this was the first time I visited Cumbria since 2006. One of my colleagues recently remarked that my training as an historian certainly impacts the way I talk about things. “Every time you speak about something, you always seem to be giving a precise date, like, “Um, I watched this movie on the 17 of November 2005 at 6 o’clock in the evening””, he said. 
 
Admittedly, I rarely give a precise time, but sometimes my memory registers minute details of season or year. In 2006 I was in Windermere, it was a rainy cold January day, and there were four people in a car. It was one of those “family trips”. There was even a lunch in a restaurant with the view of the lake from the window. 
 
Since then I’ve not been anywhere near Cumbria, and since 2002 I’ve never visited the county in summer. Luckily for all travelling, it was a hot sunny day, and for a good one and half hours we were driving past the green and yellow fields, windmills, cows and sheep, and magnificent mountains. 
 
Although I’d love to come back to Carlisle and spend a day or two exploring it, I feel this is a good omen overall. I’ve not been to Scotland yet, and a short conversation with a lady from Dumfries was a huge inspiration. So, before I go anywhere outside the UK, I’ll have to travel across the northern border to either Glasgow or Edinburgh. 
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