October 2015


eastwind journals24 Oct 2015 10:27 pm

BLIND RAGE the virtue of sensitivity

BLIND RAGE
The Virtue of Sensitivity
 
http://www.sisterraquel.com/2015/10/blind-rage

 

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By Bernie Lopez
eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
 
This is an excerpt from an upcoming book titled 100 Virtues, inspired by a true story.

 

What would make a gentle Palestinian woman, knowing the stone would not make a difference, go into a futile rage of tears?
 

In the annals of the Philippine-American War at the turn of the 19th century, the Muslim warrior, after an elaborate dawn ritual similar to the Kamikaze, would single-handedly attack the Americans armed only with a bolo. Even as the Americans rained 38-caliber bullets on him, he kept coming until he killed one or two Americans before he died. This was how the 45-caliber was invented. The Muslim warrior was spiritually focused on killing the enemy before his death. It is a sacred endeavor that defies logic.

Blind rage in our lives is similar, although there is no sacredness to it.  Often, blind rage makes us insensitive to what is really going on. We become numb and out of touch with reality. We live temporarily in another world, where anarchy and violence reign.

There was a teenage girl named Ruby who was in her senior year at a prestigious university. Ruby is the daughter of a powerful mayor, Reggie, who was feared by many. Ruby knocked at the door of the study of her dad. There was no reply, so Ruby went in and stood nervously in front of her dad.

RUBY
I got something to tell you, dad.
 
DAD
Can it wait? I’m busy. The election campaign is in full swing.
 
RUBY
(Defiantly) No, I’m sorry, it can’t wait.
 
DAD
(Slamming his pen against the desk). What is it?
 
RUBY
I don’t know how to say it.
 
DAD
(Raising his voice.) Say it, say it. I don’t have time for this. You insist in talking to me, but you can’t say it. Make up your mind.
 
RUBY
Okay, I’m sorry. Later. (Heading towards the door.)
 
DAD
No, no, no. Come back here, young lady. Say it. Say it. I’m all ears.
 
RUBY
(Sobbing.) Dad, I’m pregnant.
 
From his seat, Reggie froze momentarily, then picked up his pen and threw it at Ruby, who quickly ducked. He stood up, rushed to her daughter, and pointed a finger, touching her nose. At every word, at every phrase of his blind rage, he pushed his finger against her nose. Ruby took it all without a word, without squirming. She stood her ground, but now her nose was bleeding. When the father saw the blood, he backed away a bit, but continued his tirade.
 
DAD
Two months before graduation? Great. Good work. Congratulations. Four years of time, effort and money wasted.
 
RUBY
It was like this ….
 
DAD
I don’t want to hear it. Go upstairs, pack your clothes. You’re leaving right now for your grandma.
 
RUBY
But dad, it is alright. I have a solution.
 
DAD
There is no solution. It’s all a problem. Pack your bags and go. Rudolf will take you.
 
RUBY
There is no problem, dad. I got it all worked out.
 
DAD
(Screaming.) Go, go. Get out of my sight. You’re getting an abortion. You can’t destroy my political image this way. Go.
 
RUBY
No, I’m not having an abortion. I want the baby.
 
DAD
You are getting an abortion, whether you like it or not. If I have to drug you and drag you, I will. You have no choice.
 
RUBY
(Defiantly.) No way. This is my body, and I decide what happens to it.
 
DAD
It’s my political career. You can’t destroy my life with your wild lust. Get out of here.
 
RUBY
I will go to Bishop Donovan.
 
DAD
He can’t help you. You are a whore, and I disown you. I will schedule the abortion to be done at grandma’s the day after tomorrow. Now, go, go, go. Don’t make me hit you. Just go.
 
Ruby trembled, weeping uncontrollably and left the study. In the evening, she was at her grandma’s, crying on her shoulder until she ran out of tears. The next day, in the dead of night, three ambulances came quietly. They moved equipment in silence into her grandma’s house. They were moving half a hospital in. There were two doctors and three nurses. Grandma was helpless to control the situation, even in her own house which her mayor-son was paying for.
 
GRANDMA
(In a last ditch effort to avoid the abortion.) Son, this is not the way to do it. This is a heinous crime.
 
REGGIE
Ruby committed the heinous crime, not I.
 
GRANDMA
Do you know what she told me?
 
REGGIE
I don’t wanna hear it, grandma.
 
GRANDMA
We can contain the problem.
 
REGGIE
No, we can’t. I don’t wanna hear it.
 
For the second time, Reggie refused to listen, first to his daughter Ruby, and now to her grandma. Blind rage removed the virtue of sensitivity in him, and replaced it with blindness, numbness, and coldness.  Ruby did not resist. She was sedated, and the abortion took place quickly. The ambulance, towing back half a hospital, left in the darkness before dawn. Reggie left right after. In the dead silence, the dawn started to creep in, but the darkness remained in Ruby’s heart. A week after, Ruby lay on the floor of her bedroom dead. She poisoned herself.
 
 
Reggie was totally devastated. He could not sleep for weeks. He dropped his campaign activities and became recluse out of sheer guilt. At the height of his depression, he decided to visit Ruby’s grandmother.
 
REGGIE
It’s all my fault, mom. I killed my own daughter.
 
GRANDMA
Yes, son, you killed her. I’m not going to comfort you. I will in fact make you feel more guilty. Go ahead, leave, because you won’t like what you’re gonna hear from me.
 
REGGIE
I can take it, mother. Go ahead. Crucify me. I deserve it.
 
GRANDMA
Ruby poured her heart to me. I know the whole story. I was trying to tell you frantically but you were blind with rage. You were insensitive. You were out of touch from reality. You refused to listen. Your rage sapped away your sensitivity, your ability to see things as they were.
 
REGGIE
Go ahead, mom. Tell me.
 
GRANDMA
First, Ruby talked to her school counsellor. He permitted her to finish her senior year and graduate since she was just one month pregnant and nobody in school would notice. Her pregnancy was to be kept secret by the school to let her graduate without shame.
 
REGGIE
(In tears.) My gosh. Stop, stop. I don’t wanna hear the rest.
 
GRANDMA
The boy was her classmate and they loved each other like Romeo and Juliet.
 
REGGIE
Stop.
 
GRANDMA
The heck. Hear the rest, my stupid son. He promised to marry her later, after graduation, and after he gets a job.
 
REGGIE
I’m leaving.
 
GRANDMA
(Facing him squarely.) No you’re not. It’s my turn to point a finger on your nose. This time, your nose will not bleed but your heart will. The boy promised to marry her later, after graduation, and after he gets a job. It was a perfect setup, a perfect solution. But you had to mess it up with your blind rage.
 
REGGIE
(Sobbing.) Rage is always blind. I’m sorry, mom.
 
GRANDMA
Don’t say sorry to me. Say it to your dead daughter and to your unborn grandson. Say sorry to the Lord. Wallow in darkness.
 
REGGIE
I deserve it. I am a fool.
 
GRANDMA
By the way, just to rub more salt on your wounds, not only did you lose a daughter, a grandson, and a son-in-law, you also lost your career. You dropped your campaign. Your political career is over.
 
REGGIE
Mother, I beg you, stop.
 
GRANDMA
The boy was at the top of the graduating class, handsome, sharp, a leader. It was impossible for Ruby to not love and adore him. Do you know who was at second place? (Reggie did not respond.) (Grandma is In tears.) Ruby was the second placer. Your daughter was a genius, a leader, and as pretty as her grandma when I was younger. And now she’s dead. You killed her. Let that be in your conscience till you die.
 
REGGIE
Mother, I beg of you.
 
GRANDMA
Did she not also beg? And did I not also beg? Did you not disown her? I am not disowning you. I’m not gonna go down to your level. But you now have to wallow in your bad karma.
 

Because of blind rage, Reggie lost everything, his career, his family. He became an alcohol. He lost all his wealth. He wanted to be poor to appease his guilt. It was a form of semi-suicide. But his guilt was not appeased. Poverty, in fact, intensified his guilt.

The virtue of sensitivity involves a powerful emotional quotient (EQ) or emotional intelligence. Reggie, in his blindness, was not even aware of his insensitivity. The virtue of sensitivity has layers or degrees. It is a constant battle in life to let your sensitivity reign.

 

 

eastwind journals07 Oct 2015 12:32 am

INSPIRING MINI-ANECDOTES 01 – true stories

INSPIRING MINI-ANECDOTES 01 – true stories
 
http://www.sisterraquel.com/2015/10/inspiring-mini-anecdotes-01  
 
1- The Wisdom of Ancient People
    A nun and a native take a hike in a rainforest.
 
2- An FOB Nurse in New York
    Of paper tigers and real tigers.
 
3- Fish Head Soup
    Food for the cat, food for table.
 
4- You Can Fool Some But You Can’t Fool All
     The Wild Boar Hunt.
 
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By Bernie Lopez
eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
 
 
1- The Wisdom of Ancient People
 
ancient people nurture  the earth
modern people rape the earth
 
A Catholic nun employed an Aeta guide to take a long one-day hike from Baler, Quezon, heading north across the eastern seaboard of the Sierra, a remote place where rainforests met the pristine shores of the Pacific. At one point, they took a rest and the Aeta guide looked around for something to eat. He found some wild bananas, and they had a sumptuous lunch. The sister then said, “Take some more bananas”. The Aeta said, “I am sorry, sister, we have a rule in the forest, you take only what you can eat.”

 

That is how ancient people established synergy with Mother Nature, something mass-production-oriented civilized society has forgotten. Expand this banana story to the story of mining multinationals leaving the earth poisoned and you will understand the big picture of how Man can self-destruct soon.

 

2- An FOB Nurse in New York

 

Therese was a Filipino nurse in a New York City hospital. Fresh off the boat (FOB), she was scared and defensive in a new culture she knew nothing about. The doctors saw this right away. They would ask her to get coffee for them. Therese obliged politely. Everybody was happy. After a year, Therese started to adapt to the New York culture. So, one day, when a doctor asked her to get coffee, she said very gently with a smile, “Get it yourself.” No doctor ever asked her again. In New York, if you show you are weak, people step on you. Many have developed a defence mechanism of pretending to be strong, so people do not step on them. So New York has bred a lot of paper tigers. But once in a while, New York breeds real tigers like Therese.
 
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3- Fish Head Soup

 

Imelda is a Filipino nurse In Rotterdam in the Netherlands. When she goes to market, she notices that the fish vendor dumps all the fish head, large or small, in one corner. So she asks, “What do you do with those?” The vendor replies, “We throw them away.” She says with a big smile, “Do you think you could give me one large one for my cat?” The vendor says, “Sure”. Imelda hates cats. She makes a sumptuous fish head soup garnished with lemon that can make you crazy.

 

So, every week, Imelda says to the vendor with a smile, “For my cat.” And the vendor says “Sure”. The word spreads around like wild fire, and Filipino nurses start to get free fish heads. After awhile, the fish vendor gets wise, and starts to sell the fish heads, in the principle of the law of supply and demand. Filipino nurses do not mind buying the fish head at a tenth of the price of fillet. Everybody happy is the best marketing principle. But Imelda is different. Her smile has captivated the vendor. She still gets her fish head free. (excerpt from the book Wings and Wanderlust, the Art of Discovering Your Inner Self, a three-year trek across Europe, email author to order the book).

 

4- Wild Boar Hunt

 

Tilik in Mindoro in the Philippines became a tourist destination overnight. Japanese war veterans went to Tilik by the droves to hunt for wild boar in the nearby rainforest, which was, at that time, still intact. It was a favourite past time, an obsession of Japanese ex-soldiers. And so Tilik grew rich by leaps and bounds. A five star hotel rose quickly, like a mushroom overnight.

 

But alas, the tourism people were running out of wild boars. The Filipinos got together to strategize. They found a brilliant solution. While a Japanese veteran was out hunting, accompanied by a Filipino guide, another Filipino lurked at a pre-agreed destination and released a white hybrid pig painted black to look like a wild boar. The Japanese hunter did not bother to inspect his catch. He just told the guide to have it brought to the hotel and cooked for the dinner table.

 

This went on for about a year, tourism salvaged by Filipino ‘ingenuity’, until a Japanese Catholic nun arrived. She immediately saw the scheme, went home, exposed the scam in a Japanese magazine, killing the thriving million-peso-a-year tourism industry of Tilik in the blink of an eye. Today, the five star is a ghost hotel. You can fool some, but you can’t fool all. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com

 


 
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eastwind journals01 Oct 2015 04:43 pm

GLOBAL HUMAN IMPLOSION LOOMS – 60 million refugees worldwide

GLOBAL HUMAN IMPLOSION LOOMS
60 Million Refugees Worldwide and Increasing
 
http://www.sisterraquel.com/2015/10/global-human-implosion
 
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By Bernie Lopez
eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
 

The UNHCR predicted a swelling of refugees in the EU to 850,000 for 2015. Recently, however, it changed its mind, saying it is more like 1.4 million. That is almost double. There are a staggering 60 million refugees worldwide today, the equivalent of a small nation. And if that doubles in a few years, the planet may start to implode and humanity self-destruct. War among nations may evolve into war within nations, more vicious, more devastating. Social cancer in the form of anarchy may consume affluent nations from within. It is the law of equilibrium. Heat seeks cold. Poverty seeks affluence. We are in an era of tribulations, in a word from the Book of Revelation.
 
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The sudden asymptotic increase of refugees in a very short time is attributed to two factors. First is the band wagon factor. When people mutilated by war or poverty see other people leave and are accepted in affluent nations like German or Britain, they also want to leave. Even debt-ridden Greece is a target. The effect is mind boggling. Refugees increase exponentially from a handful to an uncontrollable hoard. Second, despair and increasing intolerable conditions force them to take the risk. They become braver, more daring, willing to face hardship, even death, in their suffering and despair.

 

We are entering an era in human history never seen before – a massive implosion, an uncontrollable unpredictable humanitarian crisis. At the start, rich nations welcome the refugees with open arms. But as the waves become tidal, their sympathies turn into fear of something they can no longer control, from red carpet to rejection. The thought that Syrian refugees are infiltrated by ISIS suicide bombers is scary. The current massive influx of refugees from poor and war torn nations will dramatically change the fiber of society itself in the affluent host countries. When refugees reach a critical mass within a host country, the socio-economic possibilities are unpredictable. Anarchy can sprout quickly in the streets. The war is no longer between nations but within nations.
 

 

If it seems Man is ‘self-destructing’, the culprits are obvious – greed, insensitivity, vengeance, hatred, corruption, all the forces of darkness in our hearts overwhelming the forces of light. Perhaps we need a moral revolution, a painful spiritual cleansing, a going back to basics. Yet, it seems we are being drawn into a powerful vortex yet unseen, and we are helpless.
 
Sources of maps and data.
http://frontex.europa.eu/trends-and-routes/migratory-routes-map/
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-34139348
http://frontex.europa.eu/trends-and-routes/apulia-and-calabria-route/
 
Return from Diaspora
 
There is a second facet to the human implosion, the return from diaspora. Diaspora comes from the Greek word for scattering or dispersal. Biblically, it refers to Jews living outside of Israel. After the Babylonian exile, the punishment on the Jews for abandoning God, they were scattered across the earth. To this day, remnants of that diaspora is everywhere. There are Jews in Spain, Iran, France, across all of Eastern Europe and Russia, across North and South America, as far as Ethiopia and North Africa.
 
Paradoxically, the Jews, who have been persecuted for centuries by both Christians and Muslims, participated in major Christian and Muslim renaissances. Paradoxically, today, Jews influence large portions of businesses in these countries. In the US, they control Hollywood, media, and Wall Street. When a series of bombing rocked France, Netanyahu told the French Jews to come home to Israel. 800 French Jews, mostly rich, went to Israel, triggering a massive capital flight of billions of dollars. French Premier Hollande pleaded with Netanyahu to stop his campaign, for he knew, if this went haywire, the entire economy of France was at stake. Relate this to the entire EU and you may have an EU economic meltdown, making Israel richer and more powerful ten fold.
 
There are Biblical prophecies which say that the return of the Jews from the diaspora marks the beginning of tribulations, ushering in the ‘end times’, mentioned in the Book of Revelation. eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
 

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