Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Letter to Rush Limbaugh

My Dearest Rush,

I understand that you find the idea of Christians held hostage to be such a hoot. This will be of great comfort to all believers, of any creed, who choose action instead of your routine of cowardly commentary. Clearly, you do not believe in anything, what-so-ever. The current is changing. How do you plan to ride out the next wave? Your faux colors are showing, but they will stick to you in the coming days. You are known by the company you keep.

If you believe in anything that the hateful, extreme Christian right espouse, do you feel that your deafness is punishment for your sins? Have you repented these sins? Do you believe such ideas are bullshit? Where do YOU stand on anything?

Besides your run-in with the law over doc-shopping, when was the last time your butt was on the line for anything (other than the draft, from which your butt saved you)? I mean, really, other than your quick Oxy-fixes?

You mock a 74-year-old man. A retired medical professor, a grandfather, for laying his ass on the line for something he truly believes in? Here is a man with everything to loose. And yet, he chooses to stand up for the end of violence. Do you think that these people didn't consider the consequences of their actions?

I would say "shame on you," but it is clear that you are incapable of shame. You go on, day after day, putting on your circus of hate. For that is what you are truly are - a hate-filled, opportunistic entertainer.

you are in my prayers,


Father Paul

p.s. I hope your cyst is feeling better, it must pain you so much to sit on it all day.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

awakening

I have grown weary of our daily regimen of punching the time-clock of mere existence. Our bodies awaken each day from sleep, but our spirit is ever aslumber. The unknown goal in each of us is to arise each day, in both body and spirit. To make the most of each precious moment meted out to one and all.

The possibility of bliss surrounds us, always. One must release one's self from the bonds of what has become accepted as "life." Turn off the television, read a book. Take inventory of your life and your acquisitions. Remove, recycle, redistribute all of the detritus that has accumulated around your self. If it hasn't been of good service to you and to society, get rid of it. That means the X-Box and Playstation especially.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

What...?

I sit here, day in, day out. Watching our world being carried to hell in a garrish hand-bag of "compassionate conservatism." I ask myself "Is this the world I wish to leave for my son?"

Have I done enough to stop the hell-bent rape of our world? I regularly, and dutifully, write and telephone my so-called "representatives" in the U.S. government. I consider myself lucky to receive a form letter from one of them "thanking" me for my input. Not once do they address the concerns I voice.

I make daily rants to friends and co-workers about the corruption that runs rampant in our goverment. Rarely, if ever, do I get anything back (I would welcome a note asking me to stop, telling me to piss off! But they never come).

I actively boycott the corporate entities who finance all of this shit. The tides are supposedly turning, but will the people swim accordingly? Or will they simply sink?

Where does this leave me?

I know I am not alone in this feeling of being a regular victim of betrayal.

My question to everyone is - "How much is enough?" When will you know to say "when?" Will you even care? Or, should I just give up on all the sheeple and bail out?

Redemption and recovery

Redemption

The Creation was set up to work, and work well.

Part of the equation was that it was free to work well, or not.

So, part of the equation was that (at least in some times and places) it probably wouldn't.

So, part of the equation was that the creation would need some fine tuning and tinkering, even a little repair.

Even, a major overhaul.

There is a necessary freedom within the subordinate parts of the Creation, that the creation might be creative.

This is our freedom: that, if we wish, we may co-operate with the unfolding Creation.

This freedom is our right as human beings.

This freedom is also our obligation as human beings.

So, our right and obligation are the same.

The price to be paid for this freedom is to honour the obligation.

The reward for honouring this obligation is freedom.

We have abused our inherent and natural freedom, even forgotten it.

We choose not to meet our obligation, rather to live in debt.

* * * * * * * * *

Redemption is the process within which the Creation arranges for our debt to be honoured sufficiently that we may be free once more to pay our own way.

That is, the act of redemption returns the gift of freedom to us.

This places upon us a further obligation, and grants us a further right.

The further obligation is to contribute to the debts of others, where we are able.

The further right is to contribute to settling the debts of others, where we may.

That is, we are free to contribute to the act of redemption and participate within it.

* * * * * * * * *

Redemption is an actual event, and a process.

For redemption to enter the world, we need allow the process of redemption to take place within us.

When we behave rightly, we can handle the repercussions.

When we act wrongly, the consequences overwhelm us.

When we behave rightly, things work.

When we behave wrongly, things break down.

Redemption is a process of repair in which the repair job may become stronger than the original model.

The work of redemption is underway in the world on such a colossal scale, and so close to us, that we may not see it.

* * * * * * * * *

The act of music is one of many possible actions through which the inexpressible benevolence of the creative impulse may enter our lives, an direct and shape them in a way and manner so radical and overwhelming that one single note might change our world...

Providing that the one single note is the right note, and that we hear it.

Better, then, if we wish to hear that we learn to listen.

This is always the possibility, despite the limitations and restrictions placed upon the event, that the action which takes place within the act of music may change our lives.

No professional musician can fail to be unaware of the cynicism, greed and violation upon which the music industry has been based in (at least) recent years.

Our own cynicism, in response, is too high a price to pay: it puts us outside the event.

Despite all attempts to constrain the power of music, the act of music is always remarkable.

* * * * * * * * *

We have perhaps noticed that the world with which we are familiar is collapsing.

The abrogation of responsibility, by those in positions of power towards those who are dependent upon them, would seem to be a leitmotiv in our recent history: political, personal, professional and moral violation is endemic in contemporary culture.

The new world is struggling to be born whilst carrying passive repercussions of the past and facing active opposition from the old.

The future is in place, and waiting, but we have yet to discover it.

Our present position is the bridge between.

This position is hazardous because we are building the bridge while crossing it.

A reasonable person would despair, but hope is unreasonable and redemption an actual event.

Artists, musicians and poets deal in the unreasonable on a daily basis.

This is the living breath of our work and the invisible glue which holds together performers, audience and the song.

Redemption and repair, for those committed to serving the creative impulse, is an aspect of applied art and utterly practical.

Grace - readily available, simply experienced, beyond understanding - requires no reason to enter our lives but does need a vehicle.

* * * * * * * * *

Something has gone terribly wrong.

Because of that, many things have gone terribly wrong.

This is all meaningless unless we experience the terror of being separated from the source which fuels the Creation, and the conviction that redemption is entirely real.

But the outcome is not guaranteed.

* * * * * * * * *

One bad note carries repercussions.

This one bad note disturbs the note which follows.

This makes two bad notes.

The first bad note disturbs the note which goes before.

This makes three bad notes.

One bad chord in a sequence interrupts the progression.

One beat, out of time, disturbs the rhythm.

Once the rhythm is lost, the composition is set adrift from its unfolding in time.

Time continues but the composition is apart from it.

* * * * * * * * *

We live voluntarily, in the basement.

But for us to move upstairs, someone has to pay the rent.

* * * * * * * * *

Any choice we make to escape our debts, to dishonour our obligation, blocks the bridge over which we return to the whole.

This is a dis-integration.

The aim of meeting unmet obligations, and addressing obligations which have not been honoured, is that we may re-integrate with the whole: at - one - ment.

Re-integration is our gift within the act of redemption.

* * * * * * * * *

When a Good Friend pays my debt, and releases me from the repercussions and weight of that debt, I am free to work and acquire something of my own.

When I have a little in the bank, perhaps I may pick up the tab for someone else.

In paying their debts, I settle my own.

Copyright, Robert Fripp 1994