I was
born in 1959, in Catholic Ireland, a system of Religious and Political
control rooted in unresolved trauma.
A PTSD Culture. Intergenerational Trauma describes how children born to traumatised parents grow into that PTSD psychology, because children must as the environment presents.
The 'phrase' : "One must sometimes be cruel to be kind" ..... as opposed to "it is cool to be kind".
Having internalised the values of the system into which I was born, (as is 'normal' ) I adjusted to shame, I became guilt ridden, fearful, grasping, envious, angry, spiteful; I behaved like a bully and tried to exercise control over those 'close to me' on a minute by minute basis to meet my unresolved need, the need for self empathy, a need I did not understand.
Thus it was a need I could not meet.
I tried to 'fit in'. I wanted to 'survive'.
The concept of 'thriving' was unknown to me.
Because in internalising those values I became less human, less humane. I learned to mimic love whilst feeling only fear, whilst burying the fear.....
I carried off the illusion by 'being nice', by conforming, even though I had a ferocious temper, an irrational spark that ignited from time to time.
I became firstly religious, then ideological.. Then I became a technocrat, and even an 'atheist'.
All the while I rejected any exposure of this internalisation, accidental or intentional, as an attack on my very psyche.
I ran from love because I could not love myself. I could not love myself because those who had 'reared' me could not provide a living example of what they themselves did not know. Self empathy.
What love I thought I felt was in reality an insecure attachment to a projected image, a fantasy I nurtured within which was mirrored in the fantasies, stories and mythology of the system into which I was born. I adapted and adjusted.
I bought the products, I read the novels, I watched the movies. These reinforced the internalisations of the system. I thought I was safe.
Then I broke down. I did not understand why I broke down and thus was frightened, terrorised by my own need to grow more human, more humane.
I broke down a number of times before I was able to start finding myself, through understanding what had happened to me as a child, and how I had reacted to that, how I 'adapted' unconsciously to 'survive', to 'fit in'.
It took a long time, with many pitfalls and many tears, many nightmares and many dead ends, to examine what I had internalised and to let those internalisations fall away, to die to the system, to compost my trauma, to begin to nurture my own present, and my children's present, my own future and the futures of my children and their children in turn.
I did not do this by challenging the system, by protesting, though these are indeed necessary actions. Quite often my protest was incoherent, my challenges based on 'morality' rather than insight.
Fracking is inhumane.
Fracking is a symptom of a disease state.
Fracking is all about profit and power as substitutes and toxic mimes for being truly human, being truly alive; a toxic mime of natural self mastery.
'Progress' is a toxic mime of nurturing life. Civilisation is a toxic mime of the fecundity of the natural world.
The frackers are dehumanised people. To end fracking they must be exposed, somehow, to a humanising experience, largely of their own choosing. An aware choice is the only means to break free from the dehumanising situation they are in.
Protesting is a first step in that direction, it is an invitation to become more human. It is a gift.
The toxic mime of self mastery that is 'progress' involves mastering others through coercion. This is what war is all about. This is what teachers are taught as teaching. Policemen as policing. Politicians as Governance. Priests as Spirituality. Coercion can be psychological as much as physical.
The pathological will always ignore the costs others pay for the pathological behaviour in order to protect themselves from full awareness of themselves, to preserve the illusion they live within. I did. For a long time.
The system will not change voluntarily because it IS a system, an unconsciously built construct, a box, a thing which has no real life, that is not truly living for it cannot nurture the world which it fears, and tries to control. It will not respond to protest other than to broker a deal for it's own survival, and it's reactions are lethal.
Iraq, Libya, Egypt. All in the name of 'democracy'. The War on Terror, the War on Drugs. All in the name of protecting the people. Lies. Santa Claus.
The necessary lies of those who have internalised the values of the system. The Daily Mail. The Vatican. Myself.
When I lied to myself I was trapped. When I let the truth in, my escape was made more likely, though not inevitable.
Kindest regards
A PTSD Culture. Intergenerational Trauma describes how children born to traumatised parents grow into that PTSD psychology, because children must as the environment presents.
The 'phrase' : "One must sometimes be cruel to be kind" ..... as opposed to "it is cool to be kind".
Having internalised the values of the system into which I was born, (as is 'normal' ) I adjusted to shame, I became guilt ridden, fearful, grasping, envious, angry, spiteful; I behaved like a bully and tried to exercise control over those 'close to me' on a minute by minute basis to meet my unresolved need, the need for self empathy, a need I did not understand.
Thus it was a need I could not meet.
I tried to 'fit in'. I wanted to 'survive'.
The concept of 'thriving' was unknown to me.
Because in internalising those values I became less human, less humane. I learned to mimic love whilst feeling only fear, whilst burying the fear.....
I carried off the illusion by 'being nice', by conforming, even though I had a ferocious temper, an irrational spark that ignited from time to time.
I became firstly religious, then ideological.. Then I became a technocrat, and even an 'atheist'.
All the while I rejected any exposure of this internalisation, accidental or intentional, as an attack on my very psyche.
I ran from love because I could not love myself. I could not love myself because those who had 'reared' me could not provide a living example of what they themselves did not know. Self empathy.
What love I thought I felt was in reality an insecure attachment to a projected image, a fantasy I nurtured within which was mirrored in the fantasies, stories and mythology of the system into which I was born. I adapted and adjusted.
I bought the products, I read the novels, I watched the movies. These reinforced the internalisations of the system. I thought I was safe.
Then I broke down. I did not understand why I broke down and thus was frightened, terrorised by my own need to grow more human, more humane.
I broke down a number of times before I was able to start finding myself, through understanding what had happened to me as a child, and how I had reacted to that, how I 'adapted' unconsciously to 'survive', to 'fit in'.
It took a long time, with many pitfalls and many tears, many nightmares and many dead ends, to examine what I had internalised and to let those internalisations fall away, to die to the system, to compost my trauma, to begin to nurture my own present, and my children's present, my own future and the futures of my children and their children in turn.
I did not do this by challenging the system, by protesting, though these are indeed necessary actions. Quite often my protest was incoherent, my challenges based on 'morality' rather than insight.
Fracking is inhumane.
Fracking is a symptom of a disease state.
Fracking is all about profit and power as substitutes and toxic mimes for being truly human, being truly alive; a toxic mime of natural self mastery.
'Progress' is a toxic mime of nurturing life. Civilisation is a toxic mime of the fecundity of the natural world.
The frackers are dehumanised people. To end fracking they must be exposed, somehow, to a humanising experience, largely of their own choosing. An aware choice is the only means to break free from the dehumanising situation they are in.
Protesting is a first step in that direction, it is an invitation to become more human. It is a gift.
The toxic mime of self mastery that is 'progress' involves mastering others through coercion. This is what war is all about. This is what teachers are taught as teaching. Policemen as policing. Politicians as Governance. Priests as Spirituality. Coercion can be psychological as much as physical.
The pathological will always ignore the costs others pay for the pathological behaviour in order to protect themselves from full awareness of themselves, to preserve the illusion they live within. I did. For a long time.
The system will not change voluntarily because it IS a system, an unconsciously built construct, a box, a thing which has no real life, that is not truly living for it cannot nurture the world which it fears, and tries to control. It will not respond to protest other than to broker a deal for it's own survival, and it's reactions are lethal.
Iraq, Libya, Egypt. All in the name of 'democracy'. The War on Terror, the War on Drugs. All in the name of protecting the people. Lies. Santa Claus.
The necessary lies of those who have internalised the values of the system. The Daily Mail. The Vatican. Myself.
When I lied to myself I was trapped. When I let the truth in, my escape was made more likely, though not inevitable.
Kindest regards
Corneilius
Do what you love, it's Your Gift to Universe
