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Wrestling With An Alarm Clock – Team TIG

Wrestling With An Alarm Clock by Team TIG

Most teachers of facilitating difficult conversations share the wisdom of equanimity. That is to say, in entering a conversation that is potentially troublesome, we should try not to make things worse, and to actively listen before reacting and responding. This means listening with the intent of understanding, without judgment or blame. Easier said than done, but it can be an opportunity to learn, and to challenge the assumptions we may have internalized unconsciously.

This approach can aid in discerning that which may be insensitive from that which may be truly hateful and offensive. We all possess sensitivities, even while we aren’t all sensitive to the same things. When our sensitivities are offended, surely this should not be a self-granted licence to be insensitive and hateful toward others, as a self-serving rationalization for words and actions that are lacking in ethical principles. Insensitive words are not the same thing as, or evidence of hatefulness and prejudice.

It follows that the accusation of insensitivity and the accusation of bigotry are not the same thing. In the former, a verbal or written response that explains how sensitivities have been offended, is often enough to persuade others of what they may not have more fully considered. It can be an intimate and authentic exchange where people learn, and even change or alter their words and actions. A false accusation of hateful and bigoted speech can unjustly cause untold harm to an individual and their livelihood.

Currently, The Islands Grapevine (TIG) is involved in such a dispute. The sensitivities of some readers have been offended, and TIG has continued to offer a forum for anyone to explain where its contributors have been insensitive, while its editorial policy is strictly enforced and nothing TIG has printed has been hateful bigotry. Notably, TIG’s critics have not responded to these invitations because they have nothing to provide as evidence. TIG has reached out to the parties involved twice, and both times TIG has been rebuffed.

TIG has attempted to resolve the dispute privately, and believed we had, but apparently the wilful misunderstanding has continued, where a determined “vanguard” of hatefulness has been directed at TIG on Denman Island Facebook Bulletin Boards, ironically wrapped in a performative sense of community. A small and determined proxy group argues for TIG’s demise with hateful slurs, and denies that Bronwyn Schuster did anything wrong, where Schuster has publicly admitted to the wrongdoing TIG exposed.

After a rash of belligerent and hateful posts directed at TIG on the Denman Island Bulletin Board (DIBB) were left uncensored by the DIBB “moderators”, the weekly posting of The Islands Grapevine was removed from DIBB, the entire newspaper censored. When pushed to explain, moderator Mary Wood declared that the “majority” of DIBB membership felt that TIG contained hate-speech, while providing no evidence. How Wood can claim a majority of the 2600 members of DIBB agreed with her decision is not a mystery. It is a pattern of disingenuous behaviour, where there are clearly two sets of rules on DIBB.

On Facebook, local comic Megan Rose has circulated an unfunny sendup, showing loyalty to her friend Bronwyn Schuster by making a series of false claims. Firstly, sarcasm is not comedy. But more importantly, Rose falsely claims TIG has performed a character assassination of Schuster. A character assassination is when a person is falsely accused, where Schuster has admitted to the malfeasances and misusing their position. It’s an ironic projection of the character assassination that Bronwyn Schuster and friends have smeared on TIG and its contributors. Rose claims to represent the views of the wonderful and talented Women’s Craft Collective, when not all of its members agree with her position. See you next Thursday, the day TIG is published each week.

A weekly printed media is a far more sober location for public discourse, as compared to the brave typing on social media, where a reactive and emotionally charged comment is immediately gratifying to its author, and most often escalates conflict and leads to entrenchment of opposition “camps” in a competition of who can be more outraged in performing signals of virtue and righteousness. The Islands Grapevine and its curated editorial policy is here to stay after 32 years of community service, and counting. Wrestling with an alarm clock doesn’t prove you are awake.

Forgiveness (Part 2)

FORGIVENESS: Part 2 Sally Campbell Here are a few ideas about forgiveness that have been helpful for me.

  1. Forgiveness does not mean condoning. It does not make it all “ok”. It does not change what the other did (or what you did). It does change the relationship between the forgiver and what the other person did.
  1. It only takes one person to change a relationship between people. When one person makes a shift in perception, the whole relationship shifts. This can be so surprising! Many times it feels like a return to the self, to normalcy, as if invisible blinders have been removed. Often our closest friends have witnessed the troubled dynamic for years, and they are there, waiting for us to “see the light”. That’s why they are our good friends. They may have dropped a few hints along the way, but they have wisely followed the adage of my grandmother that we each must learn our own lessons in our own way.
  1. You can’t give what you don’t have. If we lack compassion for ourselves and our own imperfections, we cannot show compassion to others. This means we have to stop judging ourselves if we want to be able to stop judging (and forgive) another.
  1. When we remain unforgiving (in judgment) we expend a lot of energy in withholding. We armour ourselves for protection and only let in what feeds the story of the wrong: the anger, the resentment, the sense of victimhood. Canadian playwright Joanna Glass called this “our carefully-nurtured sorrows” (If We Are Women). If we move into forgiveness, we can tap into that powerful energy and transform it.
  1. We need to be specific about what we are forgiving. It may go in stages and small pieces in more complicated relationships. It does not need to be said out loud. In fact, if the other is angry with us, a verbal “I forgive you” is a sure way to fan the flames and up the ante a notch.
  1. In order to forgive, we have to let go of being “right”. Arrrgh. That can be so hard!
  1. Thinking shapes feeling and feeling shapes thinking, it’s that simple. If we continue to rationalize a situation in ways that keep us in the place of being wronged, we will continue to feel all those negative feelings that accompany that mindset. Likewise, if we engage upon a course of reinforcing and feeding our anger, our hurt, we will use our cognitive powers in service of maintaining those feelings. We will fight cognitive dissonance by refusing to allow or to consider seriously thoughts that don’t confirm

our negative feelings. The point is not to repress those feelings, but rather to notice them with compassion for ourselves. Give them the attention they deserve. (Maybe they are a signal we have to do something differently!) Then try to find ways to move through them. Often the skill of “reframing” can help in this regard. Putting a different frame on the picture we’re seeing. Taking ourselves from a place of what we do not like or do not want to what we do in fact want, to what matters to us. And then we can ask: What would that look like? What can I do to put that preferred scenario in place? This way of focusing on

the positive can help shift our mindset dramatically.

  1. Forgiveness involves tapping into all the aspects of our being: physical, emotional, mental and spiritual. There is a general lightening up that comes with forgiveness work.
  1. The body has a memory. It holds emotional pain as well as emotional blessing. Being unable to forgive affects our health and our well-being.

(Some of these ideas are from the work of Barbara Ashley-Phillips, the work of Edith Stauffer,

Unconditional Love and Forgiveness, and the Dalai Lama.)

Wildfire

Wildfire

They whip through the forests

They tear through the towns

They destroy homes

They burrow deep underground.

They give no mercy

They have no regret

They begin with a spark

They end as a threat.

As orange and red engulf nature

People evacuate to avoid danger.

Smoke billows from the once green woods

Will the wildfire end? 

We don’t know

But hope it should.

Phoenix Riting! – September 7th, 2023

Phoenix Riting!

How about that! It’s Labour Day already. Time flies when you’re having way too much fun (way, way too much). It’s been an amazing summer, very busy and lots of sunshine, though I spent much less time on the beach than in past summers. Am I the only one nostalgic for Covid times? Remember those two long, leisurely, lonely summers? On Hornby, that’s unheard of, for locals at any rate. Summer rushes by in a frenzy of busy, thronging with people wanting what we have to offer. That’s not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong. I love it. But there is always this feeling–this one, right now–of perching precariously on the edge, hanging by a thread, waiting for it to just… all… be… done. Are we there yet? What I’m saying is, I’m tired.

 

At last, we are done, Labour Day has come and will be gone by the time you read this. September is much busier than it used to be, as the shoulder season has been stretched with more visitors and some businesses remaining open longer. I’m into it; I’d rather a gentle descent than the extreme plummet of Labour Days past. I would wander the empty Ringside, a little dazed, wondering, where’d everybody go? Who lives here now?

 

Sometimes I talk to what I think are new people, only to find out they’ve been living here for three years already. Covid messed everything up. People moved here, lived here for years, faces hidden behind masks, socially distanced, becoming firmly entrenched as seasoned islanders, yet still new to the community. Everything is topsy turvy.

 

But what a summer it has been! Everything blurs together in my memory, such as the amazing show at Baird Nursery with the Odus Haven Band (12-year-old Odus Haven Atkinson with family and friends), the blissful blur of the Festival and so much more. Music has been everywhere; in the ringside, at the nursery, at Hornby Island Pizza, the buskers at the Farmer’s Market, shows at the Hall, various venues like the Seabreeze, Lerena Vineyard, Fossil Beach and… probably more I’ve missed.

 

Coming up this Wednesday at the Seabreeze, I’m excited to see Angel Forrest and D. Columbus play with Ricky Paquette. It’ll be over by the time you read this, sorry if you missed it.

 

The next big thing here will be the Fall Faire on Sunday September 17. This is a joyful yearly celebration with costumes on parade and all sorts of farm-related activity such as zucchini races, chickens, goats, prizes for cucumbers, tomatoes and other produce, and best of all–pie! I’ll be in my tent doing readings for part of it but I’ll abandon my post at some point to play a set on the Fall Faire stage where music will be happening. Usually the Fall Faire takes place on a glorious warm sunny day, but there have been dramatic exceptions so be prepared! I’ll be staking down my tent, is what I’m saying.

 

I did take the summer off from my shows at CHFR-FM (96.5), our local radio station and my Sunday second home, due to the mixing board being down and eventually being replaced with a new one that my August brain didn’t want to have to figure out. September brain finally took the plunge on Sunday, and it turns out the equipment is super simple and it all flowed easily. I’m back on the air, refreshed and ready. Note, the Songwriter Circle has a new timeslot: Sunday from 1-3pm.

 

I’m excited to get back into the studio at the Barn to record some more! I have several sessions scheduled for this Fall and I’ll keep you all posted how that’s going. I hope you are taking care of yourselves and ready to decompress after this extremely busy and compacted summer season.

 

That’s what I think. What do you think? Email me at phoenixonhornby@gmail.com 

Green Wizardries with Maxine Rogers

Green Wizardries, The Fall Fair by Maxine Rogers

I love both our Fall Fairs and have judged for years on Hornby.  You guys put on an exceptionally good Fall Fair.  We have just had ours, the Blackberry Fair, on Denman and I want to thank everyone who helped organize the Fair and everyone who came to celebrate.  

I will have to miss Hornby’s Fall Fair this year as I am off for a vacation with my niece who is going on a trip to celebrate graduating from University.  This will be the first time in years I have not helped out at your fair.  I hope everything goes well for you.

Here on Denman, the Garden Club, in the person of Susan Tait, stepped up and ran the produce competition.  Thank you Susan for a job well done!  I asked some of my friends if they were entering things and they said, “No, I am not competitive.” Competition is not what it is all about.  I enter heaps of produce and baking in the Fair because a full produce competition is a beautiful thing and inspires people to grow, bake and sew more things themselves.  

Fall Fairs are the soul of country living.  I encourage everyone to find something in their garden to take to the Hornby Fair on Sunday September 17.  Winning is not as important as participating in these lovely community events.  Both our Fairs are open to the populations of both islands so if you missed entering in the Blackberry Fair, give yourself a treat and enter in the Hornby Fair.  

Some people do take it too seriously and focus too much on taking firsts.  Produce competitions are more about creating an ample display of our achievements to inspire other people to give it a try.  

That said, I do follow Genghis Khan in his advice on showing dahlias.  He said, “Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentation of the women.”  

I came to the Fair hoping to do just that and then I saw the excellent level and sheer number of very good entries of dahlias shown this year and my heart sank a bit.  I was down at the Hall early to help set up and to steward. As the dahlias came in, I could see my hopes of a crushing victory slipping away.  

I had been up early to cut my flowers and one thing the judges look for is any crumpled or wilted petals on the underside of the blooms.  They are also looking for size, uniformity, good colour and three blooms that match in size.  When I was looking my flowers over, I found a copper and green tree frog clinging to the underside of one of my huge red blooms.  I plucked him off and escorted him back to the garden.  If I had known how desperate the situation was going to be, I might have left him on the flower for added cuteness and as a testament to how fresh the flowers were.

I left the hall when the judges arrived but I was back at 1 pm to view the results and I think the judging was very fair.  Roger and Holly Smith won for largest pumpkin.  They brought their entry in a wheelbarrow and it was a very fine pumpkin!  Phyllis Brewer, still competing at 96, won a first for her Bosc pears and laughed heartily when she heard she had won.  

Faye Chung, only 18, won the Jimmy Tait Memorial Trophy for best flowers in show for her huge, elaborate and beautiful display.  Faye is studying Fine Arts and shows a lot of artistic talent.  Jimmy would have been delighted to see this young woman making such a good start in the Fall Fair.  We had some very fun kid’s entries of best-dressed vegetables.  Everyone who saw them while I was there made those funny crooning sounds because the entries were so charming.  

My loaf of organic white bread was beat out by Oluna’s sourdough loaf for first and there were a number of lovely cakes entered which makes judging the baking such a delightful job.  The judges seemed to have had a hard time making their minds up about the chocolate cake as there was a very large wedge of cake missing.  They must have had to have two slices each to really cogitate and evaluate.  

David Scruton and his loyal crew drew a huge crowd for the zucchini racing.  Everyone seemed very happy and cheered hugely for their favourite racing zucchinis.  It was nice to see everyone back to normal.  I didn’t see a single face mask in the whole crowd.    People seemed relaxed and friendly.  They were not treating other people as if they were a deadly pathogen.  It made me very happy to be gathered with my community again and for everyone to be friendly.  It was a lovely event.  Well done to everyone who contributed.

FurBay

CS# 05943451

March 25th, 2007

FurBay

Sean ‘Furry’ Miller, the Big Dawg, is busy pawning away all of his prisonly possessions as he is due to be discharged on Tuesday. ‘FurBay,’ the moniker he’s given to his popup marketplace. Prior to declaring his fire sale, he approached me about a battery charger he had on the block. He was looking to conjure up some cigarettes. Typically when an inmate gets released they’ll give away most of their effects that, while coveted within these walls, are more flotsam and jetsam to a life unrestricted. This isn’t Sean’s style, however. ‘Trade’ is his preferred approach yet, interestingly, the concept of barter appears foreign to him. He entered my room, sat next to me on my bed and opened the bidding with, “What’s it worth to you?” 

A battery charger is of use to me as I’d inherited a CD player with a couple of rechargeable batteries from Al upon his departure. I opened with a bid of six tailor made cigarettes, half expecting the Big Dawg to laugh at the suggestion that roughly $2.50 in tobacco would approach the value of what he had on offer. At the very least I’d see a counteroffer in assuming position for negotiation. 

His response? “Well jerk me off and call me Sally!”

Until he took the smokes I wasn’t sure what to think. And now, as my batteries charge while writing, I’m still not exactly sure what that quip even means! 

With so many aliases, I needn’t begin calling him Sally! Sean, Fur-dog, Furry, Big Dawg or my personal fave, Meathead (though I only use that one in select circles), are enough AKA’s for one man-child. I suspect were I to actually call him Sally he’d forget it was at his own behest and I’d find myself in his ‘doghouse’ again, like the time not long upon his arrival.

Anyways Sally, er.. Furry, is now cruising the range offering any and all things ‘Furry,’ for payment in smokes, pop, chocolate bars, sugar! 

A wooden cross, worn by Furry. One pop! “One pop for a beautiful wooden cross!” 

Amidst his playful calls I threw out to him, “would that increase its value or decrease it?” drawing laughter from the guys milling about the smoking pit where we were gathered. Furry’s pillow. His empty tobacco pouch. All things touched and used by Furry must go! He offered to being open to a case lot deal for a couple of pops. Again I piped up, “I can just see you there passed out naked on the cell floor when they come for you I the morning… laying amongst a bunch of empty pop cans and crumpled candy bar wrappers!” Again, laughter. Even from the Big Dawg himself. Clearly his imminent release has him in unshakeably good spirits.

Stepping out for a late evening cigarette and the creaking and croaking down at the lakeside is the only thing cutting into the otherwise silent spring night. Nature’s symphony knows little of captive ears here at Brannen Lake Correctional Center. Blessedly, the steel bars, concrete walls and razor wire topped fencing can’t completely isolate us from evidence of life on the outside. It still beats on out there. As if to prove the point, today the weather well and truly broke. Through pursed eyes I was witness to a massive orb up in the sky pulsing a blue tinged golden glow across our mid-Coast region. Crisp, defined shadows dancing underfoot everywhere I trod in the course of my day’s work alongside the highway. Almost vertigo inducing! Spring has sprung, affirming time’s passage. 

I must grant the drone of a life incarcerated may have helped numb me to the relentless overcast conditions of the past five weeks because sudden, full sun played like a sobering slap to the face. What a different atmosphere its light proffers this dreary place. If not for the chain link fence marring my view of the great outdoors I could almost feel transported to my tree-planting days of yore. The smell of the air. The angle of the sun’s early spring rays. The promise of a full working season ahead and the drab grey of a winter tailing off in the rearview. Oh yeah, good times! 

Ah, but let’s not get too carried away in reverie, Mike. After all, there’s still the spectre of the razor wire fence. 

Shucking Oysters: Butt Out

Shucking Oysters: Butt Out

Alex Allen

Returning home from Campbell River the other week, we stopped at that last rest area on the beach to chill for a bit. Instead of noticing the lack of snow on the mountains on the mainland, my gaze stared with sadness at all these cigarette butts tossed at the edge of the parking lot. There must have been over 200. What are people thinking … or not thinking? 

Depending which article you read, cigarette butts can take up to 10 years, 14 years, 720 days, or 18 months to decompose. The point is that they are not biodegradable. They are made of cellulose acetate, a man-made plastic material, containing hundreds of toxic chemicals. The filters will eventually breakdown into smaller pieces, but the toxics (arsenic, lead, nicotine…) never disappear. It is no surprise, that cigarette butts are the No. 1 most littered item in the world, with about 4.5 trillion individual butts polluting the environment. Trillions.

A 2011 study by San Diego State University suggested that the chemicals leached from one smoked cigarette butt were capable of killing half of the fish present in a one-litre bucket of water, while researchers at the UK’s Anglia Ruskin University found cigarette butts significantly compromised the growth of terrestrial plants.

Others have delved into the long-term effects of the chemicals in cigarette butts, finding that after 28 days of exposure freshwater rainbow trout ended up weighing less while Mediterranean mussels absorbed 22 compounds, including some classified as potentially toxic to both humans and wildlife.

So, what’s the answer? Some say that tobacco companies need to stop putting single-use plastic filters on the trillions of cigarettes they produce. A ban on cigarette filters would be a logical first step. Studies have linked filters to inhaling deeper, potentially increasing the risk of an aggressive form of cancer known as lung adenocarcinoma. 

France is set to charge tobacco manufacturers €80million francs annually to clean up the estimated 23 billion cigarette butts littered each year across the country, while governments in Gambia, Chad and Benin have imposed environmental taxes of up to 4% on packs of cigarettes. In Spain, 550 of the country’s more than 3,000 beaches have banned smoking. 

A Swedish start-up company, Corvid (crow-like birds) Cleaning, is at the pilot stage, training wild crows to pick up cigarette butts on the street, and deposit them in a machine. Christian Günther-Hanssen, the founder of the company, said the method relies on positive reinforcement and that the birds would receive a little food each time they deposit a butt in the machine. Bird experts have expressed deep concerns. Yet Günther-Hanssen claims that “These are wild birds taking part voluntarily.”

Another start-up, in the Netherlands, called Crowded Cities, was also working on training crows to drop cigarette butts in a ‘Crowbar,’ which scans the item to confirm it’s a cigarette butt, and then gives the crow a food reward. Unfortunately, after a year of research and development, the team ended the project due to lack of money, and the unintended and unknown impact that cigarette butts might have on unsuspecting crows. Once again we are dealing with the symptoms and not the cause. As someone wrote, we are good at doing things; we’re not so great at stopping things. 

A few weeks ago, a driver in Victoria flicked a lit cigarette out of their window onto a grass median and another in Saanich threw a cigarette butt off the Pat Bay Highway. Both were each ticketed $575 under the Wildfire Act “for dropping, releasing or mishandling a burning substance.” Police Chief Del Manak tweeted that the Victoria driver’s explanation was they had no ashtray in their car and they were planning on getting out of the vehicle to put out the lit smoke, after they got off the phone. That same week, the Central Saanich Fire Department was called out to a major brush fire. The cause was a discarded butt and ended up scorching a 20-metre-square area. A few days later, Central Saanich firefighters were called to a residence where bark mulch caught fire. The cause? A burning cigarette.

 

Despite a record-breaking wildfire season that’s scorched more than 10,600 sq. km. of woodland across British Columbia, some smokers just don’t get it. A BC Wildfire Service spokesperson said if your discarded smoke causes or contributes to a wildfire, you may be ordered to pay all firefighting and associated costs. Butt heads could also be held responsible for damages to Crown land (the value of the forests…lumber) which could be significant.

Back in 2017, a truck driver in Langford, was charged $575 for tossing the remnants of his cigarette out the window — a fine that the driver called “insane,” according to the officer on the scene. The driver then shared with the officer that it was the second time he’s been charged for tossing a cigarette butt. What pray tell, can you do to fix stupidity? 

On Hornby, a group introduced pocket ashtrays a few years ago to combat butt littering. Simply open the flap, and put the butt in the pocket and shut tightly. Sure it will smell after a while, but better that than festering on the ground somewhere or worse starting a wildfire. Will we take responsibility for our habits? If I may paraphrase, Grant Lawrence, take a long drag on that and butt out … with mindfulness.

Caitlin Johnstone – Notes from the edge of the narrative matrix

The More Inner Work You Do, The More You See How Humanity Is Dominated By Narrative

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CAITLIN JOHNSTONE

SEP 3, 2023

The more inner work you do and the more awareness you bring to your own inner processes, the more you understand how thoroughly human consciousness is dominated by mental narrative. And the more you understand how thoroughly human consciousness is dominated by mental narrative, the more acutely aware you become of how much power someone could gain over other humans by controlling those narratives.

Those who haven’t done a lot of inner work tend to hold the assumption that everyone is basically perceiving reality as it actually is, and is then either forming good worldviews or bad worldviews about reality based on how good or bad they are as human beings — with “good” of course defined as “closely aligned with my own worldview” and “bad” defined as “distant from my own worldview”.

But the more inner work you do the more untenable you find this position. After a while you start to understand that nobody is seeing reality as it actually is — including you. Instead, what we’re actually perceiving is a bunch of mental stories we’ve formed about the world based on information we’ve taken in through highly distorted perceptual filters based on our conditioning, biases and cognitive habits. Psychonauts Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson called these filters “reality tunnels”, the theory being that nobody is ever experiencing objective reality, they’re only ever experiencing the inside of their own highly conditioned and totally unique tunnel through which whatever reality might happen to be is perceived.

What eventually becomes clear from examining your own internal processes is that humans are very far from the rational actors we take ourselves to be. We’re not logical creatures taking logical actions of our own free will in response to logical understandings of our world, we’re confused little primates with a bunch of fairy tales about reality rattling around inside our skulls which were whispered to us by our own highly conditioned interpretations of information taken in by our own highly conditioned perceptual habits, to which we react based on highly conditioned subconscious driving forces within ourselves that we do not understand.

Once this is clearly seen and understood, it’s also clearly seen and understood how easy it would be to manipulate these confused little primates to your advantage. All you’d have to do is exert some influence over the stories in their heads which rule their consciousness.

And of course that’s exactly what happens. Some humans who are a little bit more clever and a little bit less empathetic than the rest understand that they can use psychological manipulation to tilt the stories in people’s heads to their advantage, either to get money or sex or loyalty or obedience from them. 

The most powerful humans in the world are those who’ve come to understand that real power lies not with whoever has the most votes or money or troops or weapons, but with whoever controls the narrative. They understand that power is controlling what happens, but absolute power is controlling what people think about what happens. 

Once you control the stories in people’s heads, you can control where the votes go. You can control where the money goes. You can control where the troops and the weapons go. Because humans are story-dominated creatures, if you can dominate the stories, you can dominate the humans.

So these clever dominators set about dominating the stories by shoring up narrative control at every opportunity. Buying up media. Manipulating the news. Funding corrupt think tanks. Manipulating algorithms. Classifying inconvenient information. Imprisoning inconvenient journalists. Whatever they can do to control what the dominant stories are about what’s happening in the world, in order to control how the humans think, speak, work, act, and vote in their day to day lives.

And the more inner work you do the more sense it makes that everyone is so effectively influenced by these manipulations, and the more sense it makes that the world is in the mess it’s in. Because you understand that while these dominators are a little more clever than the other humans, they’re no less confused. They themselves are still dominated by mental stories, and they themselves are interacting with the world in a highly unconscious way driven by internal forces that they do not understand. 

The dominators are still just small confused primates stumbling blindly through life like the rest of the humans, and they’re just as frightened and miserable as anyone else. The problem is that they’re also controlling the world, and they’re driving it toward annihilation via nuclear war and environmental collapse.

And the more inner work you do the clearer it becomes that that doesn’t need to happen, because you come to see in your own experience that humans have the potential to become a conscious species that is no longer dominated by mental narrative. It becomes clear as day that we do have the ability to bring the subconscious forces within us into consciousness for healing and integration. It becomes plainly obvious that we have the ability to change our relationship with mental narrative from one in which thoughts dominate our experience to one in which thought is just a tool that can be picked up when useful and set back down when you’re through with it. It becomes self-evident that the egocentric experience through which most humans interact with life is based entirely on a psychological illusion which can be seen through and set aside.

And what’s cool is that ordinary people who’ve done a lot of inner work can see all this for themselves, while the dominators whose whole lives are wrapped up in ego and mental narrative cannot see it. There’s an unfolding happening behind the scenes, in the quietest spaces of our species, which the dominators know nothing about and couldn’t understand if they did. And it poses a direct threat to their entire system of control.

If humanity can cease being dominated by mental narrative, then the psychological strings the dominators pull on to manipulate us will evaporate. They will no longer be able to dominate the way people think, speak, work, act and vote, because the entire framework they’ve been using to do so will cease to exist.

I don’t know if our species will snap out of its trance in time to make the adapt-or-perish jump that is clearly being asked of us at this crucial point in history, but I haven’t the slightest doubt that we do have the potential within us to make it. With enough inner work, anyone can recognize this for themselves as well.

 

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Threats, Lies, Misuse of Public Funds, and the Non-Apology – Team TIG

Threats, Lies, Misuse of Public Funds, and the Non-Apology / by Team TIG

Team TIG’s Aug.10 article, Threats, Lies, and the Misuse of Public Funds, was about a written threat by the publicly funded employee of the non-profit Denman Island Bus Service (DIBS), Bronwyn Schuster, to withdraw publicly funded advertising from The Islands Grapevine (TIG) if its Publisher/Editor Mike Van Santvoord did not change its editorial policy. 

The issue at hand is the misuse of public funds by Schuster and their breach of public trust. While there is no obligation to buy advertising from any publication, there IS an obligation for the publicly funded employee of DIBS, not to covertly attempt to extort changes to TIG’s policies using public funds. Failure to see this simple fact is evidence of a wilful bias, and the absence of an ethical compass.

Editor Mike immediately responded to Schuster, saying no changes to TIG’s editorial policy would be forthcoming, but offered an opportunity for them to contribute a letter to the editor for publication, as long as it followed TIG’s editorial guidelines. Schuster did not respond to TIG’s invitation. Until Schuster’s response to TIG appeared on Denman social media, TIG did not know that Schuster had not shared their threatening email with their colleagues, DIBS Coordinator Sam Borthwick, and DenmanWorks Chair Tony Gregson.

Last week, Team TIG reached out to Schuster and their spouse Sam Borthwick in the “collegial” manner Borthwick claimed they desired, and we came to an agreement that an apology from Bronwyn Schuster would appear in the Aug.24 issue of TIG, and subsequently be published by Schuster on Denman social media, where they had previously posted slanderous libel about TIG and its contributors. Schuster and Borthwick did not keep their promise. 

When contacted about breaking our agreement, Borthwick’s reply was, “I said “for sure”, in an exchange between you and I. To me, that was an acknowledgement of your request, not a promise. Bronwyn, for a variety of reasons, did not want to make the post, and I can and will not force her.” As DIBS Coordinator, and Schuster’s immediate supervisor. Borthwick has every right to “force” an online apology, or fire them.

In their threatening email to TIG, Schuster erroneously claimed that a letter in TIG suggested that Drag performers were “child molesters.” This never happened. TIG did however publish a letter that defended Drag performers, making the point that Drag performers pose no threat to children (April 13, issue #1579). This is what Team TIG previously described as Schuster’s “distorted grasp of the facts.” Smearing someone with unfounded claims of bigotry is a form of violence against that person and their livelihood.

TIG has never published hate-speech in any of its vile forms, and will not compromise when it comes to its editorial policy. Evidence of hate-speech should be reported to the B.C. Human Rights Tribunal, but instead Schuster chose to attempt to extort TIG, and then publicly smeared its contributors on Denman social media, causing untold harm. Currently, Schuster’s proxies have been active on Denman social media, with wild threats to damage TIG’s business, amplifying TIG’s claim of damages caused by the slanderous libel.

In their online “open” response to TIG’s article, Bronwyn Schuster admits they were wrong for making the threat, and misusing their position, but continued to erroneously and publicly claim that Phoenix’s article in TIG presented a transphobic perspective. In the article TIG published, Phoenix made the case that transgender people are not to be blamed for anything, and holds the entire LGBTQ+ community with respect. Phoenix is being falsely framed with the accusation of hate-speech, and Bronwyn Schuster has “jumped the shark.”

Phoenix was challenging a change in Canadian law that makes it possible for convicted cis-male rapists to manipulate this new law in order to falsely identify as women for the purposes of creating opportunities to continue sex offending inside prisons. It would seem that no matter how clearly this distinction is made, it has triggered an unfounded claim of transphobia. TIG has never published transphobic content.

Phoenix provided reference to a study by Correctional Service Canada, on the Government of Canada’s website, which supports Phoenix’s claim and provides the statistics. Regardless of whether or not you agree with Phoenix or the Government of Canada, Phoenix’s article wasn’t transphobic; it was an expression of concern for the safety of both cis and transgender inmates from convicted cis-male rapists.

TIG has received an immense amount of private support from residents who are afraid to speak out publicly for fear of impact to their livelihood and social standing. Publicly funded employees must demonstrate integrity in performing their responsibilities. Bronwyn Schuster and Sam Borthwick are disingenuous in attempting to excuse their ill conceived words and actions. 

Sam Borthwick claims it is he who does the marketing and publicity, but that he’s fallen behind in his work. If so, Borthwick should explain what paid marketing and publicity duties Schuster performs. As the paid DIBS Coordinator, Borthwick will now share responsibility for Schuster’s malfeasances, unless he requires Schuster to step down from their position managing the publicly funded DIBS advertising budget.