Unanswered Question: Doesn’t tolerance and inclusion require ‘connection’?

Some comments strike me as odd. Then I wonder, am I ‘further evolved’ or are others just ‘devolving’?

Usually my “Unanswered Question” posts are inspired by something I see or read. Today it was something I happened to read.
A blogger was discussing her new ‘Mental Health Therapy’ and admitted that she’d already doubted it would work for her because the therapist is a man. That struck me as odd but clearly an ‘in vogue’ viewpoint. Immutable traits are now given an awful lot of attention.

Last night, I also heard about medical universities, in an effort of “inclusion”, suggesting everyone should be treated by physicians and surgeons who are the same race and gender as the patient. As someone who had long ago become ‘blind’ to people’s immutable traits, I again wondered, “Am I the oddball?”. Doesn’t everyone want skilled professionals treating them? What does skin color or gender or sexual orientation have to do with that?

The worst part of my stream of thought was realizing that the modern day ‘sifting and sorting’ of people into groups is ultimately affecting me too. I don’t like it!
I’ve long admired Douglas Murray for his intellect and confidence. Recently, it came to my attention that he’s gay. “Ugh, so what?” was my first thought. Another person I’ve admired and enjoyed listening to is Rick Grennell, who was our ambassador to Germany and acting DNI during the Trump administration. He’s also been identified as gay. Those two fine intelligent men were already on my most admired list. Again, I thought, “What difference is knowing their sexuality supposed make? “







Richard Grennell




Then, it happened! I was trying to recall something brilliant that Douglas Murray had said, and my mind injected the thought, “You know. That Gay intellectual you admire.” Not only was I surprised, but I was also disgusted. The widespread superficial ‘labeling virus’ had infected me.






Douglas Murray


All this ‘intersectionality’ crap is counterproductive to unity to say the least. Worse, is the total lack of self-awareness those who are tossing it around have. The same people who keep suggesting that everyone needs to be more tolerant and inclusive, clearly want to emphasize our ‘unimportant differences’ to a point that no one pays attention to our ‘important gifts and talents and similarities’.

Doesn’t tolerance and inclusion require ‘connection’? Our humanity is already our connection to each other and the only one we ought to pay attention to, IMHO. Those suggesting we need to pay a great deal of attention to anything else, are not at all trying to unify people. Their underlying purpose clearly is to segregate us and they’re doing well now that they can infect the minds of those who have already further evolved.




Looking for Joy and Finding Good

I was having an exchange with a blogger friend this morning when my cellphone went off. The song below is my current ringtone.

The topic of our conversation boiled down to an agreement that we are much more than our ‘political’ viewpoints. Let’s face it, somehow our enjoyment of everything has been damaged by media making all topics political.

I then looked up the clip from Sister Act:2 from which this joyful rendition came because it makes me happy.
Before me was Whoopi Goldberg, someone who is viciously political in ‘real life’…I looked past that.
Then I realized how long I’ve had ‘issues’ with the Catholic Church…I looked past that.
I further wondered if some people would be put off by any ‘religious’ theme… might they look past that?

What was before me was simply a heartwarming performance of a beautiful song by kids singing their hearts out in joy!

I love this clip. The song speaks to me. I didn’t need to entertain unpleasant aspects of what I could see. My heart is happy that I didn’t. I found the “beautiful” in it and the “beautiful” is getting harder to find.

Let’s all seek joy and goodness anywhere we can find it. Check our biases, complaints, and politics at the door and LOOK for it.
There’s a time and place for those things, of course, but without experiencing a BIG picture, now and then for balance, we’ll lose our humanity.

I’m willing to bet our media wants us to stay ‘lost’.

Please enjoy this clip with me. ❤




Simply 6 Minutes- 9-13-22- Requiem for the Artful

Today’s prompt is:

https://www.thebrokebackpacker.com/mysterious-places-in-india/

I’d been walking for 3 days without food or fresh water.
Suddenly, there it was!
An ancient cathedral in the middle of this barren landscape.
Was it a mirage due to my exhaustion and near collapse?

Even as I approach, the craftsmanship is breathtaking! All the wooden parts of the structure have long since rotted away yet the builders’ intention of enduring beauty is crystal clear.
No modern-day contractors would even attempt such a project and it is quite doubtful that they could imagine any artful plan anyway. Beauty and divinity no longer matter in 2022, and our humanity shows graying fraying edges directly for that reason.

Sweat pours down my face burning my eyes and I startle awake. Outside of my parked car in the glare of the midday sun, is a Walmart.
My catnap inspired dream of wandering in the heat undernourished-nearly dying-was less gut wrenching than this reality of such banal, purely functional, architecture.

157-words

https://christinebialczak.com/2022/09/13/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-09-13-2022/




The Psychology of Totalitarianism: A Book Review

I chose to experience this book in audio form and I’m glad I did. As someone who tries to grasp every morsel of a book, I may have become bogged down in it otherwise.
Unless you’ve had an excellent liberal arts education, the frequent world historical references may cause you to be Googling and/or refreshing your knowledge at the expense of the deep and well-described essence of the text. Within every reference is a clear explanation of the time period so you don’t have to recall all your own facts.
I’m blown away how (somewhat scarily) this book describes the intrinsic human tendency to drift toward totalitarianism and draws an undisputable correlation to our experiences before, during, and since, the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s been a perfect storm for our self-destructive behavior.
The book does not point fingers or make judgements but simply explains Mass Formation Psychosis.
In fact, I felt relieved that there isn’t likely organized malicious wrongdoing on a large scale, but instead, this phenomenon is arising from widespread fear and uncertainty. It’s dangerous and destructive just the same. But there’s actually a hopeful thread that makes our future seem less grim… yet still uncertain.
More than explaining just a psychological phenomenon, the book offers many reference-based cases and gets to the center of defining our humanity and human limitations in general.
[spoiler alert] Poets, artists, and Nature lovers just may be closer to the ‘truth’ of our existence than the dogmatically logic-based scientists.
I’m going to re-experience this fascinating book soon because all the enlightening and affirming information could not possibly be absorbed-to my liking- in one dose. You’ll definitely feel more educated once you read it.
If you’re curious, logical, anxious, or find yourself just shaking your head every day, this book is for you!

Here’s a short clip of the author explaining a sliver of his findings:


BTW-the audio version is not read by the author so if you find his Belgian accent distracting, it’s more clearly understandable.

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=mass+formation+psychosis&&view=detail&mid=4A9D029B0483AC21D4724A9D029B0483AC21D472&&FORM=VRDGAR&ru=%2Fvideos%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dmass%2520formation%2520psychosis%26%26FORM%3DVDVVXX

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #162- Guardian of Hope

from Anita Creations at DeviantArt.com.

Malia shut down all her ‘accounts’ and returned to a place where innocence had once been her entire reality. It was going to be her Walden experience.
Her family hadn’t bothered to sell their “little piece of heaven”, which had remained raw in its remoteness and untended state, so no one objected to her pilgrimage.
It was a shock to her adult urban mentally when she discovered how much effort ‘living simply’ was. Time to contemplate life was limited by ‘living’.
She’d hope to escape the ugliness she’d observed in her 30 years and found that she couldn’t ‘wash’ it from her subconsciousness. “You can run but you cannot hide.” was a recurring notion that depressed her.
On a gently lit calm morning, Malia wandered along a path she’d played on as a child. The rock where she and her siblings once played “King of the hill” beckoned her to sit.

It was there that Malia realized those memories and innocent beginnings were the sturdy foundation that her life had been built upon. No matter how many times she had been knocked down, that ‘rock’ remained. Moss and debris could be swiped aside anytime she wished.
In that moment, she’d found the treasure she was seeking. It was the rediscovery of her innocent happy childhood. That alone, was the secret to a lifetime of hope. Hopeful people are strongly armed for any, and all, life assaults.
Malia packed and returned to the city, days later.
Her mission?
To advocate for children… with the focus on protecting their innocence.
Saving humanity from itself had found a new warrior who had discovered the essence of what needed to be done.