tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post4404456764766186444..comments2024-03-18T16:29:17.369-07:00Comments on Inverted Alchemy: An Integral Economy: Until Death Do Us…David Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01775270821108542258noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post-67780335567342946422022-06-29T17:35:10.529-07:002022-06-29T17:35:10.529-07:00David,
Your article brings to mind one of the sayi...David,<br />Your article brings to mind one of the sayings both my Mom & Dad had, they were both people of modest financial standing but rich in love for their children their children's well being and care/concern for their community. The saying goes ''your health is your wealth'' . As the years went by with both parents passing, I later understood it to mean not just, physical or spiritual but also emotional/mental health.<br /><br />Its my awareness suicide is an aspect of all walks of life, all levels of income, all ages. A friend and work colleague of mine at the age of 44 a former Sargent Major, former UN peace keeper in Lebanon of many tours of duty there in the early days, hung himself in his barn yard shed, a fellow work colleague and I were both the last people he spoke with (by phone), afterwards we both had the same feeling that we knew something was wrong but didn't know what nor how much, both of us had asked the question to him, of how he was and how things were going for him. . <br /><br />One of my nephew's of 25 years, putting it bluntly, blew his brains out. There were others God rest them all. Regardless of what level of society one may occupy, is it the basic demands of coping with living in the world, with that which we encounter, which brings us close to the edge?Nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01541631038231441272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post-56611828715328747222018-08-12T08:51:42.197-07:002018-08-12T08:51:42.197-07:00Shame caused an a internalized belief that I neede...Shame caused an a internalized belief that I needed to be and do everything perfect. Being unable to obtain perfection just magnified the shame and to deny my vulnerability. Healing from this I began to see that being vulnerable is a fact of life and allowing myself to express it also gave me a fuller richer experience of life. These unrealistic beliefs are conditioning from all areas of our Western society.There is much talk about acceptance,grace ECT, but what we actually expierence is a whole other matter producing double minded man misery all around. 7TowersSeenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02857941625094996830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post-11170760849232252632018-06-30T02:27:52.271-07:002018-06-30T02:27:52.271-07:00Dear David:
I am in awe at your radical honesty an...Dear David:<br />I am in awe at your radical honesty and integrity and I bow to you. I celebrate that you have chosen living fully because you are a star with a bright radiance, not a planet, in tis world. And I feel full of gratitude for it, thank you, thank you very much.<br />All the blessings to you and your life!<br />Angel.Angel Melgarnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post-55451437852814015182018-06-30T00:51:44.416-07:002018-06-30T00:51:44.416-07:00David, That brought a welcomed tear, and a nod of ...David, That brought a welcomed tear, and a nod of recognition to me.<br /><br />Recently I recalled a line I wrote in the late '80s, "Too often, from the closets of driven achievers tentacles of resentment sabotage their private peace like an elastic noose". What I might have meant then is today elaborated in my sense of your expirience. And I take some part of responsibility in the culmination of what projected image may have omitted essential elements of the droader picture. There are aspects of my own constitution which seem to have dovetailed with that pattern of accentuating the positive at the expense of providing a more accurate or authentic depiction of dynamics. In some sense, with my initiative of nominating you for an opportunity for formal recognition, a global leadership prize, and enlisting your former wife in that intensive focus on your accomplishments, I may have fed into the exasperation of a pattern or two which coincided with the more pervasive culmination. <br /><br />Yet I can neither apologize nor claim credit for the transmutation, the metanoia, that you've undergone and shared so forthrightly with us. <br /><br />I've long maintained that we embody our history, and that our narratives don't necessarily reveal a congruence with the truth lived. In the disclosures of your recent writing that I've seen online there's a closing of the gap between story and history, a closure that draws us all toward a more open beginning.Kerry Duganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14846127021780093924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278115441557880568.post-36438645779928037122018-06-30T00:19:04.228-07:002018-06-30T00:19:04.228-07:00We have yet to personally meet yet in all my commu...We have yet to personally meet yet in all my communications with you and having watched Future Dreaming ( indeed at the inaugural launch in Auckland !) I hold you as someone who speaks to my soul. Thankyou for this declaration. I deliver a mental health in the workplace program and a transformational speaker program.....both I guess at opposite ends of the spectrum but totally designed to enable that transition of crossing the bridge. Humanities bridge. I hear your pain and if I could express whats in my heart it would say …." Words For It<br /><br />I wish I could take language<br />And fold it like cool, moist rags.<br />I would lay words on your forehead.<br />I would wrap words on your wrists.<br />“There, there,” my words would say–<br />Or something better.<br />I would murmur,<br />“Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it’s all right.”<br />I would ask them to hold you all night.<br />I wish I could take language<br />And daub and soothe and cool<br />Where fever blisters and burns,<br />Where fever turns yourself against you.<br />I wish I could take language<br />And heal the words that were the wounds<br />You have no names for." Julia Camerons poem I even have apiece of art that goes with this....I bid you "Hail fellow well met!"Pat Armitsteadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06675078141196183923noreply@blogger.com