VOICE DIALOGUE
The facility of the facilitator to facilitate
depends on the faces of the facilitator
the facilitator has the facility to face
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HOLOCAUST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
HOLOCAUST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
This is the age of the coming of age
of the children
The children
of those who fed the fires
and of those who fed the flames
And we
who are the children of neither
are the children of both
And this may be the last time
this can be healed in time
Or are we to have a new calendar
so much like the old
where 2000 pages are torn off
and the pinup remains the same
Already 60 years A.D. (Anno Dachau)
still counting still counting still counting
REED BETWEEN THE LIONS
REED BETWEEN THE LIONS
My mother’s will was always
stronger than my won’t
My father’s won’t was always
stronger than my will
Caretaker soft or Cowboy strong
How quick I learned to change my face
to face the faces that I faced
And’
I can still spin that mirror now so you
can see the face you want to see
But neither you nor I will know
which one is me
PROLOGUE TO 2001 GOD BLESS THE WORLD
PROLOGUE
November 22, 2001
U.S. Thanksgiving – Houston, Texas
Having decided to fast instead of gorge, and looking back in gratitude and awe at the last year, I have decided to prepare for you a small meal of impressions
Dorsey, ever a source of inspiration and joy, is tapping out changes to a new manual in the next room. Feel good to know that her gifts are for others as well as myself.
Probably go to Galveston Beach tomorrow, where she walked on September tenth.
Profoundly, and as it turns out, prophetically touched by a feeling of the end of summer and an end of innocence
I was in Canada at the time and remained T.V. free; A week helping my brother re-floor his cabin at Candle Lake in Saskatchewan, and then joining some wonderful old friends and new for Canadian Thanksgiving at an Alberta Rocky Mountain retreat.
Can’t help but think that we are indeed in ‘speed up’ and on the teetering edge of something profound here. I still remember a Tibetan, Rimpoche, at Esalen teaching us about having compassion for all beings in the universe. The problem, he said, was that we had no idea how to do that, or where to start. He suggested that we should sit in silence and think of one person whose pain would be as our own. A child, parent, lover, or whoever. To really feel that pain, and to then add people one at a time as long as we could maintain that feeling. When we were unable to do this we should stop, and try again later. We have up to now been unable to get our heads and hearts around the thousands of deaths from war and natural disasters around the world. September the 11th cracked that open to a point where 6,000 people got into our hearts at one time. There is evidence that this is spreading to our concern for the citizens of Afghanistan and other parts of the world. I pray that it is true.
Part of the ‘speed up’ is in the learning curve. In the last year we have been in five Canadian Provinces, and sixteen U.S. States (seven of them new to me), as well as Holland, Greece and France. Learning lots, and passing some of it along at workshops and readings.
Want to express deep gratitude to two of our principal teachers, Drs. Hal and Sidra Stone, originators of the Psychology of the Selves , or Voice Dialogue work. The timeliness of their vision of how each of us as persons, as well as all nations contain a multitude of selves, covering the whole spectrum from saint to terrorist; some owned, and some disowned, and how different our choices and actions can be when we embrace all of them, hold the tension of the opposites and act from a place of awareness.
On the following page is a story off of the internet that I would like to share
Would also like to say that I remain excited and hopeful that maybe the world is indeed unfolding as it should, and that in any case I do not really have enough information to be a pessimist.
Love and happy thanksgiving to all,
Neil
LULLABY TO POLARITY
LULLABY TO POLARITY
The more the more you are woman
the more I am man
The more you rest soft in my arms
the stronger they become
The more the more I am man
the more you are woman
The more the strength
in the shape of the spoon
The more the more even in sleep
you curl up and melt
into sugar and good medicine
A GUY THING
A GUY THING
Narcissus stared into the water till he died
locked into the image of his pride
Trying to embrace it made it fly
teardrops spoiled it when he’d cry
No thirst would make him think
to spoil it with his lips to drink
Self love was not the nymph’s dire curse
but love of image which is much much worse
BIG BOYS
BIG BOYS
The deep sadness
The red anger space
The hang on tight we
Might end up in the next county passion
All hidden behind the great wall of control
That terrible land where I locked
the little boy who could cry
And if I open the door to one of these
will they come bursting out
And with what years
of build up force behind them
I know big boys don’t cry
I don’t remember why
would they die
THE ARMADILLO
THE ARMADILLO
The armadillo lies
in the center of the road
with his feet in the air
The shell on his back
for centuries over used
caused the spine in his neck
to become somewhat fused
So that when he hears
that danger is near
he has to leap and turn
to cover his rear
And if that sound is the front of a car
he leaps into a sudden marriage
of armadillo and undercarriage
So he lays on his back and he waves his feet
a warning to travellers from far and near
about the many dangers of old fear
and old ways of dealing with it