Friday, June 25, 2004
Oceanic Songline:
Somewhere in The Pacific
You know when you have been at the helm for too long because the globe of the compass becomes a crystal ball revealing your innermost secrets and desires, dreams and wonders. Telling you strange things; a story of two small vessels, deposed presidents, gifts not given, no teddy bears picnics (thanks to Linda), dolphins tame wild birds and all mannner of awe inspiring things.
We have rum through a whole gamut of feelings since being escorted out of Nauru, so near yet so far. Although our skipper Lance - an inspiration - put it so well in his message; "We lost but we won". Echoing the Eureka Stockade.
I felt for Keith the most as he has long standing friends in detention with whom he has corresponded. A call from a prominent QC has suggested that some of us may yet be able to return bearing gifts.
We are like a stone dropped into a still pond creating ripples long after we have disappeared from view; who knows ultimately what will result from this action, like the proverbial butterfly of chaos theory; the gentle breeze from its wings over China create a storm on the other side of the world.
We all feel it has been worthwhile and a success and quite amazing in what has manifested. Indeed some of us at times have felt the brush of other things, higher powers maybe, who knows?
Maybe others will see ordinary people taking action at injustice and will be moved to act as well. If we all picked one issue that burned at our hearts and acted in some way it would be a very powerful force indeed.
I believe that this action has gone beyond the old political paradigm of left and right and has embraced a broad coalition of interests, and has been a mirror to them. Something like the nascent stirrings of a new politics as has been suggested by Ken Wilber and others; integral politics.
Merging political activism with a diverse inner spirituality as predicted by the 8th century Buddhist Kalachakra Tantra; Shambhala Warriors - rainbow warriors of love and compassion. The world needs all of us latent Shambhala Warriors to recognise ourselves, to hear the call, the pain of Gaia, an ecology in distress, to raise our voices and be heard above the din of rampant unsustainable globalisation before it is too late. There is so much to do and so little time.
Rant over!
Basta!
love
joty
Somewhere in The Pacific
You know when you have been at the helm for too long because the globe of the compass becomes a crystal ball revealing your innermost secrets and desires, dreams and wonders. Telling you strange things; a story of two small vessels, deposed presidents, gifts not given, no teddy bears picnics (thanks to Linda), dolphins tame wild birds and all mannner of awe inspiring things.
We have rum through a whole gamut of feelings since being escorted out of Nauru, so near yet so far. Although our skipper Lance - an inspiration - put it so well in his message; "We lost but we won". Echoing the Eureka Stockade.
I felt for Keith the most as he has long standing friends in detention with whom he has corresponded. A call from a prominent QC has suggested that some of us may yet be able to return bearing gifts.
We are like a stone dropped into a still pond creating ripples long after we have disappeared from view; who knows ultimately what will result from this action, like the proverbial butterfly of chaos theory; the gentle breeze from its wings over China create a storm on the other side of the world.
We all feel it has been worthwhile and a success and quite amazing in what has manifested. Indeed some of us at times have felt the brush of other things, higher powers maybe, who knows?
Maybe others will see ordinary people taking action at injustice and will be moved to act as well. If we all picked one issue that burned at our hearts and acted in some way it would be a very powerful force indeed.
I believe that this action has gone beyond the old political paradigm of left and right and has embraced a broad coalition of interests, and has been a mirror to them. Something like the nascent stirrings of a new politics as has been suggested by Ken Wilber and others; integral politics.
Merging political activism with a diverse inner spirituality as predicted by the 8th century Buddhist Kalachakra Tantra; Shambhala Warriors - rainbow warriors of love and compassion. The world needs all of us latent Shambhala Warriors to recognise ourselves, to hear the call, the pain of Gaia, an ecology in distress, to raise our voices and be heard above the din of rampant unsustainable globalisation before it is too late. There is so much to do and so little time.
Rant over!
Basta!
love
joty
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Paradise with Malaria
Log 12 June 2004 - Santa Cruz - Solomon Islands
The triangular mass of a volcanic island heralds Santa Cruz - sacred cross - of the Solomon Islands. Behind us a black cloud stretches across the horizon that will eventually catch up with us as we enter the narrow strait.
The locals greet us from dug-out canoes (they can take up to two months to chop out) trading fruit, papaya, pineapple, ginger as well as fresh free range eggs. One wants batteries for his torch so that he can go fishing for coconut crabs.
In the shallows small shoals of fish all leap into the air to escape marauding bigger fish. We hoist our yellow quarantine flag and await customs as we are more off a C of E training school filled with lovely students that we have made deep and meaningful heart and soul connections with, it’s so beautiful here.
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I have been going through my fear barriers sailing, and I have pushed out of my comfort zones - transformational. There is also the emotional pressure cooker of living on top of each other and we all cleared the air this morning.
Yesterday I had a birthday I will never forget - Elliot brought the beautiful monks over - they dress in blue with a rosary of cowrie shells - to sing us songs from the shore, Lance got the sparklers out which we waved rock concert style as sang, it was so beautiful i nearly cried, but I am shedding tears now as I write home and write this... purification at a deep level.
This is an amazing voyage on an inner and an outer level, and I am currently overwhelmed with the love, beauty and wide smiles of the local people.
I will leave to others, Stav, Nerida, to describe other aspects of the voyage as they write so well. I am amazed at the other crew members of both vessels they are all too beautiful.
We leave tomorrow on the final leg to Nauru hopeful of 24 hour visas and we all know that whatever happens it will be amazing.
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For news about flotillas of Hope please visit:
www.flotilla2004.com
http://hopecaravan.com/discuss/viewforum.php?f=6 (Flotillas of Hope – News)
Log 12 June 2004 - Santa Cruz - Solomon Islands
The triangular mass of a volcanic island heralds Santa Cruz - sacred cross - of the Solomon Islands. Behind us a black cloud stretches across the horizon that will eventually catch up with us as we enter the narrow strait.
The locals greet us from dug-out canoes (they can take up to two months to chop out) trading fruit, papaya, pineapple, ginger as well as fresh free range eggs. One wants batteries for his torch so that he can go fishing for coconut crabs.
In the shallows small shoals of fish all leap into the air to escape marauding bigger fish. We hoist our yellow quarantine flag and await customs as we are more off a C of E training school filled with lovely students that we have made deep and meaningful heart and soul connections with, it’s so beautiful here.
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I have been going through my fear barriers sailing, and I have pushed out of my comfort zones - transformational. There is also the emotional pressure cooker of living on top of each other and we all cleared the air this morning.
Yesterday I had a birthday I will never forget - Elliot brought the beautiful monks over - they dress in blue with a rosary of cowrie shells - to sing us songs from the shore, Lance got the sparklers out which we waved rock concert style as sang, it was so beautiful i nearly cried, but I am shedding tears now as I write home and write this... purification at a deep level.
This is an amazing voyage on an inner and an outer level, and I am currently overwhelmed with the love, beauty and wide smiles of the local people.
I will leave to others, Stav, Nerida, to describe other aspects of the voyage as they write so well. I am amazed at the other crew members of both vessels they are all too beautiful.
We leave tomorrow on the final leg to Nauru hopeful of 24 hour visas and we all know that whatever happens it will be amazing.
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For news about flotillas of Hope please visit:
www.flotilla2004.com
http://hopecaravan.com/discuss/viewforum.php?f=6 (Flotillas of Hope – News)
