[Oe List ...] ST Op Ed for Tuesday Jan. 3
Jaime R Vergara
svesjaime at aol.com
Tue Jan 3 01:16:51 EST 2012
Lynda,
I was working on this when John's reflection on Mayan Mantra came through, so I borrowed his "mantra" for what was originally "Mayan 2012".
If George West is on this listserv, or anyone in Conacaste, might remind me of "Guillermo"'s real name.
Jaime
For ST Jan. 4
The Mayan Mantra 2012
The Mayan b’ak’tun (5121 year cycle) calendar ends 2012, which our purveyors in the commerce of gloom (Roland Emmerich’s movie 2012 was released on a Friday the 13th) took advantage in promoting their eschatological apocalypse (not dissimilar to the US foreign policy of Armageddon and its designation of nations in the Axis of evil), and the theo-phony of doom (feeding into our apocalyptic dreams and the American penchant for end-of-the world scenarios)!
The movie shot by the same folks of Independence Day were out to entertain, but marketing principle dictates that one takes advantage of people’s propensities, and at the personal level, the urge to die is just as strong as the will to survive.
It is thus, no surprise that Michelle Bachmann, in the continuing journey of the GOP into the native hearts of Americans and the passage of American politics into irrelevance, added Russia and China into her list of the Axis of Evil. The wonder is not that she echoed a Republican fear, it is that she plays to an audience ready to sing the “Hallelujah chorus” each time she raises a flag to this type of pronouncement.
Beyond personal psychology, the human race marches on two beats: entropy and empathy. “Entropy” came into my vocabulary when Jeremy Rifkin in 1980 wrote his “comprehensive world view”. Pulling out the Entropy Law - the Second Principle of Thermodynamics - it states that "all energy flows inexorably from the orderly to the disorderly and from the usable to the unusable. Whenever a semblance of order is created anywhere on earth or in the universe, it is done at the expense of causing greater disorder in the surrounding environment.”
Three reasons Rifkin caught our attention. I was (’72-‘86) a mendicant monastic “blue shirt” (sought charity giving to support our work, though stayed in being by communal self-support) who kept our ear to the ground on anyone and anybody who was drumming up common sense work to understand “reality” as it is. Rifkin came highly recommended.
A second reason was the fact that Rifkin was my contemporary, born the same year ahead by only a few months. His major epiphany came in ’67 when he witnessed his fraternity brothers beating up protesters against the Vietnam War. He then became a formidable student activist against the war. My major epiphany happened with the Apollo 8 “earthrise” photos in ’68 when my wife and I became members of a visible/invisible global servant force!
The third reason was silly and very personal. Rifkin’s mother’s family name is Ravel; mine is Ravelo.
But in 1980, while Rifkin was airing a cautionary note to American progress, science and technology from its industrial revolution with the flipside reality of “crisis, chaos, pollution, and decay,” condemning corporate tyranny, I was trekking in Central and South America working with village level distributive economic development efforts that depended on local efforts and utilized existing and available resources.
Rifkin went on to become an authoritative voice in forecasting economic trends, while I went on with my participatory “Yes, you can” efforts into the Saipan sunset of oblivion.
Now, Rifkin pulls out his other e-word: emphathy. In 2010, he wrote The Emphatic Civilization: The Race to Global Consciousness in a World in Crisis, taking a wide swath of psychology, biology, and philosophy, and concluding that humans do have a choice between the natural processes of life, entropy and empathy. In Saipan, I promoted the Japanese notion for ‘glocal’ awareness (global) and action (local), and Rifkin and I found ourselves at the same crossroad again. The Third Industrial Revolution: How Lateral Power Is Transforming Energy, the Economy and the World, is Rifkin seeing the power of distributive capitalism v. corporate tyranny; we are back on the same page.
On this early part of 2012, when the drumbeats are loudest again in the direction of entropy, misleading us on taking the long cyclical traditions of the Mayan calendar as pointing to a cataclysmic ending of an era, I am reminded of a Mayan colleague in 1980 in Guatemala.
A professional Guillermo worked as a ‘blue shirt’ in an agrarian reform site. Rios Montt, the ruling Christian evangelical military warrior was the country’s executive. We worked that April with villagers on drip irrigation, battling to increase production and broaden participatory democracy. Earlier January, Mayan peasants occupied Spain’s embassy in protest against the Guatemalan military. Against the expressed wishes of the Spanish ambassador, the Guatemalan government stormed the embassy killing 36 of the protesters. Spain, as a result, withdrew diplomatic relations for four years. The 1980 incident would be a turning point in the Guatemalan civil war 1960-96, with the emergence of the Frente patriotico 31 de enero (Patriotic Front of 31 January).
Guillermo quietly protested with deeds, but shortly after we left the training school, he went home for a week respite. He never made it home. He was pointed out as a dissident, arrested, and never seen again.
My only Mayan friend Guillermo did not labor for the end of the world, but for its transformation. Entropic process is real but we do have the choice towards empathetic civilization. It is not an easy dance to learn, almost like Obama steps: one forward, two backward. But transformation was Guillermo’s mantra. It is ours as well.
The Mayan Mantra 2012
The Mayan b’ak’tun (5121 year cycle) calendar ends 2012, which our purveyors in the commerce of gloom (Roland Emmerich’s movie 2012 was released on a Friday the 13th) took advantage in promoting their eschatological apocalypse (not dissimilar to the US foreign policy of Armageddon and its designation of nations in the Axis of evil), and the theo-phony of doom (feeding into our apocalyptic dreams and the American penchant for end-of-the world scenarios)!
The movie shot by the same folks of Independence Day were out to entertain, but marketing principle dictates that one takes advantage of people’s propensities, and at the personal level, the urge to die is just as strong as the will to survive.
It is thus, no surprise that Michelle Bachmann, in the continuing journey of the GOP into the native hearts of Americans and the passage of American politics into irrelevance, added Russia and China into her list of the Axis of Evil. The wonder is not that she echoed a Republican fear, it is that she plays to an audience ready to sing the “Hallelujah chorus” each time she raises a flag to this type of pronouncement.
Beyond personal psychology, the human race marches on two beats: entropy and empathy. “Entropy” came into my vocabulary when Jeremy Rifkin in 1980 wrote his “comprehensive world view”. Pulling out the Entropy Law - the Second Principle of Thermodynamics - it states that "all energy flows inexorably from the orderly to the disorderly and from the usable to the unusable. Whenever a semblance of order is created anywhere on earth or in the universe, it is done at the expense of causing greater disorder in the surrounding environment.”
Three reasons Rifkin caught our attention. I was (’72-‘86) a mendicant monastic “blue shirt” (sought charity giving to support our work, though stayed in being by communal self-support) who kept our ear to the ground on anyone and anybody who was drumming up common sense work to understand “reality” as it is. Rifkin came highly recommended.
A second reason was the fact that Rifkin was my contemporary, born the same year ahead by only a few months. His major epiphany came in ’67 when he witnessed his fraternity brothers beating up protesters against the Vietnam War. He then became a formidable student activist against the war. My major epiphany happened with the Apollo 8 “earthrise” photos in ’68 when my wife and I became members of a visible/invisible global servant force!
The third reason was silly and very personal. Rifkin’s mother’s family name is Ravel; mine is Ravelo.
But in 1980, while Rifkin was airing a cautionary note to American progress, science and technology from its industrial revolution with the flipside reality of “crisis, chaos, pollution, and decay,” condemning corporate tyranny, I was trekking in Central and South America working with village level distributive economic development efforts that depended on local efforts and utilized existing and available resources.
Rifkin went on to become an authoritative voice in forecasting economic trends, while I went on with my participatory “Yes, you can” efforts into the Saipan sunset of oblivion.
Now, Rifkin pulls out his other e-word: emphathy. In 2010, he wrote The Emphatic Civilization: The Race to Global Consciousness in a World in Crisis, taking a wide swath of psychology, biology, and philosophy, and concluding that humans do have a choice between the natural processes of life, entropy and empathy. In Saipan, I promoted the Japanese notion for ‘glocal’ awareness (global) and action (local), and Rifkin and I found ourselves at the same crossroad again. The Third Industrial Revolution: How Lateral Power Is Transforming Energy, the Economy and the World, is Rifkin seeing the power of distributive capitalism v. corporate tyranny; we are back on the same page.
On this early part of 2012, when the drumbeats are loudest again in the direction of entropy, misleading us on taking the long cyclical traditions of the Mayan calendar as pointing to a cataclysmic ending of an era, I am reminded of a Mayan colleague in 1980 in Guatemala.
A professional Guillermo worked as a ‘blue shirt’ in an agrarian reform site. Rios Montt, the ruling Christian evangelical military warrior was the country’s executive. We worked that April with villagers on drip irrigation, battling to increase production and broaden participatory democracy. Earlier January, Mayan peasants occupied Spain’s embassy in protest against the Guatemalan military. Against the expressed wishes of the Spanish ambassador, the Guatemalan government stormed the embassy killing 36 of the protesters. Spain, as a result, withdrew diplomatic relations for four years. The 1980 incident would be a turning point in the Guatemalan civil war 1960-96, with the emergence of the Frente patriotico 31 de enero (Patriotic Front of 31 January).
Guillermo quietly protested with deeds, but shortly after we left the training school, he went home for a week respite. He never made it home. He was pointed out as a dissident, arrested, and never seen again.
My only Mayan friend Guillermo did not labor for the end of the world, but for its transformation. Entropic process is real but we do have the choice towards empathetic civilization. It is not an easy dance to learn, almost like Obama steps: one forward, two backward. But transformation was Guillermo’s mantra. It is ours as well.
j'aime la vie
-----Original Message-----
From: Lynda Cock <llc860 at triad.rr.com>
To: 'Nancy Lanphear' <nancy at songaia.com>; 'Jaime Vergara' <svesjaime at aol.com>
Sent: Mon, Jan 2, 2012 11:01 pm
Subject: FW: [Oe List ...] ST Op Ed for Tuesday Jan. 3
Thank you both for stimulating our reflections for the New Year with such vivid descriptions. Indeed so much to be grateful for! Blessings and health as you engage others in this coming year, fulfilling your calling. Lynda
From: oe-bounces at wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces at wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of Nancy Lanphear
Sent: Monday, January 02, 2012 5:44 AM
To: Order Ecumenical Community
Subject: Re: [Oe List ...] ST Op Ed for Tuesday Jan. 3
Beautifully appropriated Jaime.
Be well,
nancy
2012/1/1 Jaime R Vergara <svesjaime at aol.com>
Appropriated Nancy's thread and made it my own.
The usual caveat: if you hear a beat, welcome; not, see you at the next bend.
MY 2012 BOWL – j’aime la vie
The shaven head with the smiling face
confident in the gloomy side of shadow,
sandaled feet, sun saffron-robed body,
walks out with a begging bowl, empty.
Whatever is gathered each day
makes for nourishment, his way.
My head remains unshaven,
but my soul wears saffron.
My gait is not so steady,
but my sandals are strong.
And I, too, am out begging,
to have my bowl filled full.
What does my bowl gather?
Does what comes along
adds to what I already know?
Does the mendicant on his knee
ever does anything new?
My bowl holds my knowing and doing,
which maintain and sustain my being.
I gather memories, for sure.
They come fully accompanied
by atmospheric bewildering,
on loud and fine canvasses,
wild and angelic rendering,
of romantic misting rain,
of tears of joy and pain,
from smiling faces,
smell of earthen places,
of sounds of laughter,
brothers and sisters all.
In Zhongguo’s earth, the taste of dust
delivered in amazing and assuring hugs.
When my day is done,
my bowl is filled, my soul is full,
a mortal flesh chimes on a goal.
And what is in your bowl?
In my mendicant wandering last year,
my heart awe struck and shaken,
my hopes and dreams forsaken,
my body gave way to aging,
set fleshly sashay to sagging;
while folks endured their suffering,
voices throve in melodious singing,
families had fun, kindred spirits ran.
New friends in old familiar places,
old friends emerged in new embraces,
painful political systems in decay,
save us from uncles, we pray,
diverse people choosing to OCCUPY,
new models of sociality to try,
classmates disremembered re-connected,
victims’ lamentations and stories heard
flagrant fragrances of atrocities aired.
Ah, I’ve got experiences to describe,
expressed feelings, decibels for the night,
articulated thoughts complex and simple,
in awe and wonder of common encounters,
at once, devastating and full of life,
I am pretty nourished, humbled and gratified.
We heard of a manger 2000 years ago,
truthfully imagined, inspired, or so,
now we herald echoes of a distant flaring,
our universe some 14 billion years old,
truth sanctifies factual imagining,
reality embodied, plainly yet boldly told.
Light, love, life comes through
in the discordant sound of the erku,
accompanies the gugong in trance,
life’s energy incarnates in dance.
Again,
empty 2012 bowl is out to gain
in another chosen time of turning,
the substance of life ever churning,
and the causes of our lives, we partake,
chances transformed, to undertake,
add the daily choices we will make,
a year-full begging bowl to contemplate,
life’s being, we willfully celebrate.
Let’s.
Jaime R. Vergara (jrvergarajr2031 at aol.com) previously taught at San Vicente Elementary School in Saipan and is currently a guest lecturer at Shenyang Aerospace University in China.
Jaime R Vergara
All of yesterday, thanks; all of tomorrow, yes; all of today, let it be!
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