best plans of men and mice often go awry
Robert Burns (Scottish national
Poet of Scotland 1759-1796)
Basically what Mr. Burns meant by that famous
statement was that no matter how well you plan something, always
expect the unexpected, in other words, just because you think
you've done all you can for something to go right....something
can still get messed up. "Murphy's Law" or in other
words, What Can go Wrong Will Go Wrong!
Trust an Irishman and a Scot to open our eyes
to Reality. Bloody Celts.
We all have moments when we would like to throw
our arms up in the air and beat a hasty retreat to our bedrooms,
to either climb back into bed or hide under it. "Life isn't
meant to be easy!" a once Prime Minsiter of Australia ,
Mr. Malcolm Fraser (quoting George Bernard Shaw) once murmured
... BUT sometimes we wonder if it was meant to be this F**king
When I first sat down to plan this issue shortly
after the publication of the last issue, I had a fairly rough
idea what the August Editorial was going to be about. Alas,
The best plans of men and
mice often go awry and here is where another well
know cliche can be thrown into the mix: "SHIT HAPPENS!"
Many of us at times have a tendancy to feel
sorry for ourselves and we have every right to do so ... but
often sitting down to watch the news, listening to the news
on the radio, reading the newspaper or scanning the head-lines
on the internet ... there comes a sudden REALITY CHECK. We are
sometimes better off than some other person.
Like many of you, dear readers, I could very
easily climb onto my pity potty and cry "woe is me"
but that would only turn people off, raise the ire of many of
my close friends and irk my internet friends, associates and
connections no end. So I will try not to dwell on negativity
and will accept my lot in good grace.
On Saturday (South Australian time), I published
the following message to several groups, my facebook and myspace
profiles and emailed a few associates:
"Due to an eye
infection and a sty on my one good eye, I have not been able
to write much without making massive spelling errors (if you
haven't noticed by any comments I have written recently on-line).
As such as I have not been able
to write coherently, see the blasted screen very well or see
what I am doing to edit the Newsletter. I am therefore running
a trifle late with the August publication. To keep my creative
juices flowing however, I have (if you haven't noticed) been
producing some entertaining and I hope amusing music videos
for your perusal."
... But wait, there is more ...
About four weeks ago, I was presented
with some terrible news. Dragonfly arranged an appointment for
me at the Optometrist ... no big deal everyone needs their eyes
examined especially if they need new glasses (I accidentally
sat on my only pair about two years ago and have been going
without ever since) ... it was the second appointment she had
made me as I cancelled the last one ... I knew I would be told
something ... that I already knew for a while now ....
This was one of the major reason why I come across so unapproachable
at times (on-line and in real-life)... some of it has to do
with Fear ... NOT Fear of not knowing or fear of knowing ....
but fear of having something confirmed that you knew in your
heart was occuring.
I am blind in my right eye as many of my close friends and
on-line friends are either aware or have been informed... Can't
read ...can't see anything other than blurs ... (great for reading
Auras and that's about it).
The greatest fear that any person who classifies themselves
as an Artist could have happen to them ... has been confirmed.
I am going blind. I am blind in my right eye and have a
cataract forming on my left eye.
I am getting a prescription for one bi-focal ... for the
left but was informed that within five years if that I would
possibly need surgery and there is no guarantee that this would
improve vision or save vision in the long run.
After all there are a great many people out there worse
off than me ...and probably even You! It took me a while but
I managed to regain perspective and quickly came to terms with
the eventual reality which in five years time many actually
So dusting myself off I ambled back onto the path and continued
the journey of life. There is No
Time to be dispondent and dwell on Negativity.
One week before the due deadline for articles and collation
of the August edition, disaster struck ... I got an eye infection
and a bloody great sty of my only good eye and as stated in
aforementioned message, I had
"not been able to write coherently, see the blasted screen
very well or see what I am doing to edit the Newsletter."
Nothing like staring at a Televison
screen or a computer screen and seeing nothing but a blur. Made
it a real challenge to put my music
videos together and work on the website
that I created
for my sons. I could of taken up knitting whilst I was waiting
for the swelling to go down and my eye sight to return. Fortunately,
I was reminded by my Dragonfly that I might do myself an injury
with a knitting needle. She shouldn't of reminded me though,
it brought back memories of the time she left a 14" large
knitting needle in the bed and I found it in the most inappropriate
and uncomfortable manner possible.
Before you conclude that I am once more delving into the
world of Obfuscation, I would like to ensure my dear readers,
that this is far from the truth of the matter. I am being forth-right
and truthful and telling you as it is. Fortunately the eye infection
has subsided and although my vision is failing me, I have been
able to once more allow my fingers to tap dance up and down
But wait ... it much better than that! As now, I can read!
As the editorial which I really planned to write has been postponed
for another time I found myself madly searching for inspiration
and came to the conclusion that the personal dramas of the last
month would be the ideal focus To further enhance this intrepid
journey into the realm pf pity-pottydom, I came across a few
newspaper and magazines articles, as well as some information
forwarded to me about others of a more personal nature.
"People like to Complain." It is a fact of Life.
Someone is always more worse off than you and there are many
who like to broadcast this fact, especially on the internet
and especially in group forums.
A very good column which I read regularly titled "Looking
at Life" by John Ovenden which appears in our local Adelaide
Hills Community newspaper: The
Weekender, endorses the aforementioned statement : "that
people like to complain". I particularly enjoyed reading
the few examples that he used in his column. Two of the "top
complaints made by holidaymakers overseas" (a British survey
found) brought a chottle. The one about no one telling a British
couple "that fish would be swimming in the sea" and
the other, "over the presence of too many Spaniards in
Spain" were real corkers.
Also, reading a well written article in the NETT
magazine by Stefan Sojka - "You can Blog but you can't
Hide" had me in deep contemplation especially on the subject
The opening paragraph of this wonderful article was extremely
"The entire internet is happening
inside my head. In fact the entire universe is happening inside
my head. Each of us experience life through our senses and our
brains recreate their own virtual version of the outside world,
within the massive matrix of cells of which they are constructed.
There is no outside world. If I became brain dead the universe
Deep! Bery Deep! Very much like "The
Brain in a Vat" philosophy. The creation of the Internet
has sporned a matrix of virtual realities, increased and enhanced
communication globally, inspired many creative and business
opportunities and encourages a communal sense of friendship.
A Virtual Community has evolved. Unfortunately, there are many
people who use this electronic medium to denigrate others and
who hide behind psuedonyms to launch their vindictive and sometimes
unexpected attacks on others from the shadows of their own little
virtual realities and created virtual worlds.
In was the concluding paragraph of
Sojka's article which really struck me. He wrote:
more directly our minds interface with one another, the more
we are creating each others reality, the more responsible we
become to improving that reality.
We must relinquish the repugnant
used car salesman, bitch or control freak who lurks within us
all and focus on developing our inner Obama. Its time for change
we can believe in."
Of course, there will remain those narrow-minded, malicious
and vindictive individuals and detractors who have their own
axes to grind and who will take the opportunity to be Cyber
Bullies and launch their nasty attacks on people. I, personally,
have gotten use to it and have learned a few valuable strategies
with the help of my Dragonfly and some trust-worthy, close friends.
"Ignore Them!" and "Hit the Delete Button!"
I now, refuse to give power over to IDIOTS!
Recently I was informed, how an ex-friend of mine was bemoaning
the fact that: "There are times
when I wonder if Asatru is viable or not as a religion in the
21st Century or whether we are living a pipe dream." I
was told that he went on to state: "
... yet lack committment, many promote individualism as an excuse
for bad behaviour or drunkenness or simply bad manners. They
fail to realise that what Asatru is really about is not the
Warg nature of the individualist but "Individuality"
within the context of community." (mind
you this was the same man who pooh-poohed my article on Individualism)
If I was still on speaking terms with
this old friend, I would offer the following advise: "Pick
Yourself up! Dust Yourself Off! Get Over it! Get On With Building
your Community and Stop Bloody Complaining. "
Before I sign off on this editorial,
I would like to share a story which occurred many years ago.
I once got on a train in Warwick Farm (a suburb of Sydney
NSW, Australia) wearing sun-glasses with my black cocker spaniel
on a leash. At the time it was against (and still is) the law
to have a dog on a commuter train unless you purchased a (rather
expensive) separate ticket for the animal and even then, you
could be refused.
Half way through my journey (as I was going to visit a friend
many suburbs away and took my dog to show off to the friend),
a ticket inspector approached me and said in no uncertain terms:
"It is against the law to have a dog on a train!"
I acted rather surprised and said: "It's my seeing eye
dog!" He gasped "What? It's a Cocker Spaniel!"
To which I equally acted surprise and said: "What the ????
They gave me a Cocker Spaniel?"
If I do go blind ... and this I hope shows my strength of
character to my friends as well as my laconic wit ... I will
be the blind-man with a Rottweiller as a seeing-eye (Guard Dog)
and then, let someone try and tell me I have been given the
wrong f**king dog.
You will note also, that during the
course of writing this article I never mentioned The
Druid's Dreaming Festival Event once. Okay now I just ruined
If you want
to change the world my friends change your thinking first.
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