The indivisble UNIVERSE

6 12 2016

“The earth is one household, and we’re not treating it that way.” – David Bohm

 

 

Paul Howard (Imagine Films, Ireland) and David Peat (Bohm’s former colleague and biographer) are working on a 90-minute feature documentary on the Life and Ideas of David Bohm titled Infinite Potential.  They hope to premiere the documentary in the latter part of the Bohm centennial celebrations in 2017, which also happens to be the 25th anniversary of Bohm’s death. Imagine Films Ireland have raised 75% of the film’s budget. They are now looking for the final 25% of funding and welcome donations from individuals and organisations. 

Click here for more info on the documentary.

 





SOUL-seeking

23 02 2016

In a way goodness and truth seem to come out of the depths of the soul, and when we really know something we feel that we’ve always known it. Yet also it’s terribly distant, farther than any star. We’re sort of stretched out. It’s like beyond the world, not in the clouds or in heaven, but a light that shows the world, this world, as it really is.  – from Iris Murdoch’s Above the Gods

You could say ‘somebody is unhappy’; you could say this is sadness, and in a way that’s right, depending on what we mean. But if you think of this as the words of a soldier encountering the realities of the life of combat, or a refugee fleeing from such a world, or just a bereaved ‘soul’ (as we say), it seems to me that it’s more than that. Perhaps the case of depression is not really one of sadness. Is it perhaps a soul sickness? Psychiatrists, after all the word means ‘soul doctors.’ – Iain McGilchrist





Inspiration is an awakening

11 11 2015

Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man’s faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements. – Puccini

Opera Squad is ENO’s flagship programme in which musicians and singers take over whole schools in a one-day programme of pop up performance and workshops, introducing young people from a wide range of backgrounds to opera. They tailor visits to the needs and interests of each host school.

For any enquiries about Opera Squad, please get in touch with ENO Baylis, baylis@eno.org





Mind vs Body: beauty not perfection

1 07 2015

Walk No.30 – Still striving to adopt a growth mindset

All I need is to adopt a growth mindset I tell myself.

I’ve completed 30 walks since I first started preparing for my big hike across Scotland–my hike toward BIG CHANGE. Over the last 6 weeks I’ve walked around 300km of London streets in my boots.

While I’m slightly more confident about hiking the first 70km over 2 days, the thought of having to push my aching body up 1,344 metres on the 3rd day to the top of Ben Nevis makes me physically ill with anxiety.

For comfort I try to remember back to my days as a dancer when my feet looked something like this:

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Physical states influence mental states. Mental states influence physical states. Not sure why philosophers continue to argue over which statement is true. They are both so very true.

When i train, my mind and body are continuously in dialogue. The dialogue first begins over the issue of boredom: My mind feels it is wasting time–if only I could be putting my mind towards something more productive than walking.

Then I begin to feel pain in my thighs, in my lower back, in the sore soles of my feet. I try to distract my mind away from thinking about my body by solving equations in my head. This only lasts so long before my focus returns to my body. I become conscious of my wobbly knees and the cramp in my side.

Why was I able to endure the pain of dancing on bruised toes and sprained ankles all those years ago? Why is this walking business so hard?

I continue to walk and wonder a bit more and walk and wonder a bit  more. Today there are no podcasts or music playlists to listen to. It’s just me, my body and my mind.

Once more I feel the weight of my body slowing down my stride and my mind begins playing tricks on me. First my mind calmly tells my body that it’s okay to stop for a rest. But when my body doesn’t listen to my mind, my mind gets angry and tells my body that training is futile, that i will never make it across the highlands, that it will all just end in heap of embarrassment–why try if you know you will fail?! my mind shouts at me in desperation.

The fragments of my self argue all the way home.

What am I striving for? What will success mean? What is the goal? Am I striving for myself or for others? Am I striving for some ideal of perfection? What will it mean if I succeed? What will it mean if I fail? With only a week to go, I am committed to the idea that I do not know for certain the answer to these questions–that the journey itself will help answer these questions.

For now all I know for certain is that I am striving for big change in whatever form that takes. That I am striving for a metamorphosis.

When I danced I danced for the love of dance. On the one hand, the gesture of raising my leg high above my head was an intended action, consciously willed and controlled; my mind was aware of the complex kinaesthetic sensations of each of my actions. On the other hand, I was equally unconscious when I danced, almost possessed by the vibrations of sound channeling through my body.

The point is that when I danced, my mind was not separate from my body. When I danced I was not fragmented. My parts were all extensions of each other. The phenomenal experience was an experience of wholeness. My mind and my body were joined through my spirit–through my love of dance.

I have 8 more days to work on integrating my mind with my body. I am searching for that sense of wholeness. Doing my best to remove my bias view of the hike as a purely physical feat–as an ambition of the body.

I need to see this hike as art.  As a collective work of art. A collective ambition to manifest beauty–not perfection.

Beauty of shared will and collective consciousness built upon a determination to unearth what Big Change means to us as individuals and for society.

A determination to pool communal resources of mind, body and sprit in order to unlock as much creative thought as possible over three intense and emotional days.

Yes, this is what it’s all about. I’m already starting to feel better about it all.

60 artists will walk together across the highlands in search of wholeness. 60 disruptors. 60 big-changers.

Some will be more fit than others but this is irrelevant. in fact, this is what make’s it an artistic endeavour.

So I will strive for this. For art and for wholeness in the highlands.

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I would of course be extremely grateful for any financial resources to support the work we are doing at Big Change. Funds raised through the STRIVE Challenge 2015 will be used to support amazing organisations and initiatives that have the potential to shape the future of young people across the UK. Big Change has a fundamental belief in the UK’s young people. They’re our priority, our passion, and our inspiration. And everything we do is designed to help them be the very best version of themselves. Helping them rise above and beyond their circumstances, and giving them the opportunity, motivation and courage to see the positive differences they can make for themselves, for others, and for their community. Whether it be helping young people learn about teamwork, communication, relationships, or giving them an opportunity to improve their emotional wellbeing and physical health, the money raised will support projects that focus on helping young people develop a growth mindset and strive in their own lives.

YOU CAN DONATE BY CLICKING BELOW:

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=NikiBB





Mind vs Body: I felt my feet were not my own

15 05 2015

Walk No1: 60min, 4K (Shepherds Bush to Big Change offices in Paddington)

I felt my feet were not my own.

Given that my feet are more accustomed to being bare, I found the aesthetics of my new mountain-boots terribly distracting. Not simply because my feet looked twice their normal size, but also because the boots made me bounce, they lifted me forward with each step, subtly suggesting I maintain my stride. My toes were comfortably warm but encased in an unfamiliar rhythm.

Strive. To strive. Striving.

Strive towards? Strive against?

To exert ones will—exert oneself?

To try? To fight against the odds?

Who’s odds? What odds?

I wanted to find a podcast that might help shed light on these questions and after three failed attempts, I finally found just the right podcast to inspire me: NPR’s Ted Radio Hour was airing a conversation about the minds and bodies of champions who achieve extraordinary feats—about people who use challenges as a way to live beyond limits. The interviews with swimmer Diana Nyad and double-amputee snowboarder, Amy Purdy, made me cry. Particularly when Amy described her handicap as a magnificent gift that ignited her imagination to push forward creatively. I’m still mulling over what Sarah Lewis had to say about the difference between “mastery” and “success”. Success, she argues, is all about proving yourself to others—it is outward facing—while mastery is about valuing your own opinion of what you’re doing. “What gets us to convert success into mastery? I think it comes when we start to value the gift of the near win,” she explains.

http://www.npr.org/2014/07/18/331332721/what-does-it-take-to-dive-into-dangerous-waters
http://www.npr.org/2014/07/18/331344575/how-do-we-use-our-challenges-to-live-beyond-limits
http://www.npr.org/2014/07/18/331344946/how-do-our-near-wins-motivate-us-to-keep-going

The near win. The internal drive to strive towards a goal knowing that we fail many times before we finally get there. I’m a bit confused. If I accept failure now ahead of the Strive challenge, will that make me challenge myself less? Does the pressure to succeed overwhelm the joy of mastery? Are some people better equipped than others to trek over hills and climb mountains?

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Striving for change, BIG CHANGE

7 05 2015

So there I lie on the plateau, under me the central core of fire from which was thrust this grumbling grinding mass of plutonic rock, over me blue air, and between me the fire of the rock and the fire of the sun, scree, soil and water, moss, grass, flower and tree, insect, bird and beast, wind, rain and snow – the total mountain.
– Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain

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I like to walk.
And I like to talk.
But walking and talking at the same time?
When I talk,
I like to sit.
And I like to drink.
And I like to smoke.

If I do any exercise at all, it involves a short sprint from my car to the school gates. This has been the case for nearly a decade. I love dancing (and used to do lots of it back in the day) but one doesn’t really dance and talk. And the only walking and talking I do currently is at a snails pace with my children, articulating any combination of: hurry-up, we’re late! don’t pick that up, it’s dirty! you’ll be okay, let me kiss your knee and make it all better.

But recently, something shifted inside me. I think I’m under the spell of Big Change.

It’s called Strive! they explained excitedly during my first visit to their offices. We walk the equivalent of two marathons across the Scottish highlands over two days, and on the third day we climb Ben Nevis!

We will be a group of 60 to 100 change-makers. You know, those people who inspire, those who use their creativity to influence change across a variety of sectors for young people here in the UK. We will be a mix of educators, artists, policy-makers, entrepreneurs—and we will all be walking and talking; basically brainstorming new ideas for change as we climb, as we strive, up the highest mountain the British Isles have gifted us.

I listened attentively, trying to control my left eyebrow from twitching.

What an amazing challenge, I thought to myself and then my mind drifted as I began to picture this group of super-charged, super-fit, smiling young explorers, dressed in cool looking mountain gear, all standing proudly at the top of Ben Nevis. A flag waving wildly with bright beautiful words:

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Yes, I thought to myself, this is what we need; more people like this striving for change.

And then they smiled back at me and waited politely for me to speak.

Fabulous, what an extraordinary challenge, I said. Let me know what I can do to help—I do know some big changers who might just be physically strong enough, and ambitious enough, to take part.

Well actually, we’d like you to participate in the walk, twinkle-eyed-Essie explained, grinning from cheek to cheek.

Very funny, I responded. Believe me, walking and talking is not my thing.

And that was that. A conversation that was had toward the end of February, at a time when London was still holding tightly onto winter.

But then the cherry blossoms bloomed pink.

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And I attended my first Holi festival, in celebration of colour. I danced with my daughters and gave thanks for spring, for the changing of seasons and the reincarnations that are possible even among the living.

 

And then a little Easter bunny arrived and my daughters named her Ginger—I took that as a sign that my roots needed some stirring.

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And if that wasn’t enough, one of my brothers gave me this book. He gently told me that I—that all of us—were born to run…

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In 9 weeks time a group of Big Changers will take to the hills.
And the simple truth is, I want to be with them.

It’s all about developing a growth mind-set, they tell me.

A growth mind-set? Okay, well let’s see.

I wonder if they’ll let me bring a flask for my whiskey?

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Inspiring reads at the start of this journey:

Nan Shepherd’s manuscript of The Living Mountain was written during the Second World War and lay untouched for more than thirty years before it was finally published.
http://www.canongate.tv/the-living-mountain-paperback-29.html

Born to Run by Christopher McDougall is full of incredible characters, amazing athletic achievements, cutting-edge science and pure inspiration. An epic adventure that began with one simple question: Why does my foot hurt? http://knopfdoubleday.com/2009/05/05/born-to-run-by-chris/





Beauty: Valley of Astonishment

7 12 2014

IN the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. – Dante 

peter brooks

http://www.visitgreece.gr/en/greeceonthespotlight/municipal_theatre_the_jewel_of_piraeus_is_open_again





FREE WILL: The Philosophical Implications of the Urge to Urinate

6 11 2014
 
Mummy: why are you out of bed again? its bed time.
Philomena: i have too pee.
Mummy: you just peed 5 min ago.
Philomena: well i have to pee again.
Mummy: well hurry up and get back to bed.
Luna: (2 minutes later): i have to pee too.
Mummy:no you don’t, Luna.
Luna: YES I DO!!!! i’ll have a bad dream if i don’t pee. you don’t want me to have a bad dream and wake you up at 3 in the morning do you?!

“For social scientists, the task of the experimental psychologist isn’t to settle once and for all whether we have free will, but rather to see whether people think they do. This is the study of “lay theory”—people’s convictions about the workings of the world.”

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http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-philosophical-implications-of-the-urge-to-urinate/

 

 

 





FREEDOM flashing

25 09 2014

Freedom contains the mystery of the world. God wanted freedom, and from this came the tragedy of the world. – Nikolai Berdyaev

No one is free; even the birds are chained to the sky. – Bob Dylan 

 

Philomena – Mami, when am I going to be free to do whatever I want?

Mummy– What do you mean? What would you like to do that you don’t do already?

Philomena – I don’t get to choose anything. Not even what I eat.

Mummy – Are you kidding? You have so much more choice than I ever had as to what you eat.

Philomena – Maybe I have more choice than you but that doesn’t mean I can choose what I want. I don’t get to choose anything. I have to go to school. I have to eat pasta with cheese sauce even though it makes me gag  just smelling it.

Mummy – Once every few weeks they serve you pasta with cheese sauce.

Philomena – But I hate it. It makes me sick. And no one listens to me about it. I’ve asked politely a million times. It is not respectful not to listen. I am perfectly happy to eat the pasta but not the sauce. It is absolutely terrible to be a child sometimes. I can’t wait to grow up so that I can do whatever I want.

Mummy – Believe me Philomena, growing older doesn’t necessarily grant you the freedom to do whatever you want. You will always be fighting for your freedom (and the freedom of others) in one way or another—you will fight for the freedom to do what you want, live where you want, behave the way you want, love what you want, freedom to change the world around you, to make the world a better place, it is always a battle. Participating in that battle, that struggle, it’s what makes us human. Fortunately, what also makes us human is our imagination. The only place you are ever truly free is in your mind. Freedom is your creative force. And even that takes some practice. I promise you, your mind at age 7 is a whole lot freer than my mind at age 40.

http://keystotherain.net/music/ChimesofFreedom.mp3

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BEING HUMAN: The UK’s First Humanities Festival Nov 15-23, 2014

12 09 2014

institute of philosophy

What does it mean to be human? How do we understand ourselves, our relationship to others and our place in nature? For centuries the humanities have addressed these questions. Artists, writers, philosophers, theologians and historians have considered who we are, how we live and what we value most. But are these long-standing questions changing in 2014? We are more connected than ever, yet we spend more time with smart phones and computers than face to face. The world is becoming smaller, yet the digital information we can access and store, even about ourselves, is vast and growing.  Developments in science and technology are moving fast, challenging our understanding of the self and society. What sense can we make of these changes and what challenges do we face? We need the humanities more than ever to help us address these issues and provide the means to question, interpret and explain the human predicament.

The festival is held as part of the School of Advanced Study’s 20th anniversary celebrations and draws on the success of the 2013 King’s College Festival of the Humanities. Being Human will be the UK’s first national festival of the humanities. Led by the School of Advanced Study, University of London in partnership with the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the British Academy, and universities, arts and cultural organisations across the UK, it will demonstrate the value, vitality and relevance of the humanities in 2014. Find out more at www.beinghumanfestival.org or follow the festival on Twitter at @BeingHumanFest.

http://www.sas.ac.uk/about-us/news/uk-s-first-national-humanities-festival-unveils-rich-programme-events

 

 





FREEDOM: to change and spin your own heroic narrative

2 09 2014

“These are damaged people. They’ve done amazing things. And they’ve done it all, as far as I can see, as a result of their struggles with madness. None of them were sectioned. None received, or even sought, psychiatric help. Instead, their storytelling brains wove heroic narratives that explained away the collapse of their identities even as they were taking place. Their confabulations were so credible to them that they metamorphosed into different selves. And then, in their own small ways, they went on to change the world.” – Will Storr

http://aeon.co/magazine/psychology/how-a-hero-narrative-can-transform-the-self/

In October, Will Storr is teaching a course for writers on the science of storytelling, in London. Details are available here.





FREEDOM: Walking like Giants

27 08 2014

I used to walk like a giant on the land
Now I feel like a leaf floating in a stream
I wanna walk like a giant
I wanna walk like a giant on the land

Me and some of my friends
We were gonna save the world
We were trying to make it better
We were ready to save the world
But then the weather changed
And the white got stained
And it fell apart
And it breaks my heart

But think about how close we came
I wanna walk like a giant on the land
I wanna walk like a giant on the land

Tried to head for long and straight
We were riding on the desert wind
We were pulling in the spiritual
Riding on the desert wind
We could see it in the distance
Getting closer every minute
We saw the lights and spiritual shining
Getting closer every minute
Then we skipped the rails
And we started to fail
And we folded up
And it’s not enough

Think about how close we came
I wanna walk like a giant on the land
I wanna walk like a giant on the land

Whenever I see the big fire coming
Coming to burn down all my ideas
I try to hold on to my thinking
And remember how it feels
When I’m looking right in your eyes
And hearing your happy laughter
When I’m seeing your blue eyes shining
And hear your happy laughter
So the moment came
And the big sky rained
And it put out the fire
Except in my desire

When I think about how good it feels
I wanna walk like a giant on the land
I wanna walk like a giant on the land

I used to walk like a giant on the land
Now I feel like a leaf floating in a stream
I wanna walk like a giant
– Niel Young

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giants_(Greek_mythology)





Consciousness: Dislocation of Our Time

20 08 2014

New York Times: Why Our Monuments Matter

Nikos Konstandaras
ATHENS —
“It was only natural that the Acropolis inspired some introspection in Freud. His whole frame of reference, like the tale of Oedipus, was ancient Greece and its myths, archetypes and tragedies. As he himself liked to observe, Freud excavated like an archaeologist through layers of consciousness, pursuing the secrets of the mind; he changed the way we see ourselves. Face to face with the marble evidence of the ancient world, he looked back into himself….”

“….The great dislocation of our time indicates just how frail our monuments, our books, our thoughts and principles can be. Still, they exist — and they are our guide and our shield. But if our symbols are lost, we will be no better than ignorant armies riding pickup trucks through the endless dust, where canals, dried and gone, once made the desert bloom.”

[Nikos Konstandaras is the managing editor and a columnist at the newspaper Kathimerini.]

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Jerusalem

28 05 2014





Into the Mind

25 05 2014




Glimpses of Higher Truth

24 04 2014

It is written, “As the sun and its sheath, [so are the divine names] Havayah-Elokim” (Psalms 84:12).  God desired that the infinite light with which he creates the world (Havayah) should be sheathed and concealed within the definitive laws and patterns of nature (Elokim). . . . But seeing that the world could not endure an absolute concealment, God allowed glimmers of His infinite light to be glimpsed through the sheath. These glimmers are the souls of the righteous and the miracles recounted in the Torah. —Shaar Hayichud Veha’emunah (lessons in Tanya)

Since 1998, and after having experimented with various creative forms to highlight the relationship between art and science, TOBIA RAVA’ has been carrying out research into the mystic elements of Hebraism, ranging from the Kabbalah to Chassidism, suggesting a new symbolic approach through the infinite possibilities of numerical combinations. His research should in no way be seen as a reduction of mystic to mystery or esoterics but instead as a visualisation of a deep awareness that mystical theology, according to Plato’s definition and to its original, authentic meaning, signifies wisdom and knowledge of that which is universal. [http://www.etgallery.co.il/exhibition-seat/Telaviv/]


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http://www.tobiarava.com

 





Limited DIMENSIONS

13 04 2014

[A dedication to my dear friend Dagny]

Dagny: And who can remember what Decartes said?
Children: I THINK therefore I am!
Dagny: And what is the name of this shape again?
Children: A SPHERE!
Dagny: And this one?
Children: a KLEIN BOTTLE!
Dagny: And this?
Children: a TORUS!
Dagny: And this?
Children: a HYPERBOLA!

From (the extraordinary classic) FLATLAND – Edwin A. Abbott

I devoted several months in privacy to the composition of a treatise on the mysteries of Three Dimesions…. I spoke not of a physical Dimension, but of a Thoughtland whence, in theory, a Figure could look down upon Flatland and see simultaneously the insides of all things…But in writing this book I found myself sadly hampered by the impossibility of drawing such diagrams as were necessary for my purpose; for of course, in our country of Flatland, there are no tablets but Lines, all in one straight Line and only distinguishable by difference of size and brightness; so that, when I had finished my treatise (which I entitled, “Through Flatland to Thoughtland”) I could not feel certain that many would understand my meaning…
 
Meanwhile, my life was under a cloud. All pleasures palled upon me; all sights tantalized and tempted me to outspoken treason, because I could not compare what I saw in Two Dimensions with what it really was if seen in Three, and could hardly refrain from making my comparisons aloud. I neglected my clients and my own business to give myself to the contemplation of the mysteries which I had once beheld, yet which I could impart to no one, and found daily more difficult to reproduce even before my own mental vision…
 
One day, about eleven months after my return from Spaceland, I tried to see a Cube with my eye closed, but failed; and though I succeeded afterwards, I was not then quite certain (nor have I been ever afterwards) that I had exactly realised the original… And yet at times my spirit was too strong for me, and I gave vent to dangerous utterances… even among the highest Polygonal and Circular society. When for, example, the question arose about the treatment of those lunatics who said that they had received the power of seeing the insides of things, I would quote the saying of an ancient Circle, who declared that prophets and inspired people are always considered by the majority to be mad…
 
… I exist in the hope that these memoirs, in some manner, I know not how, may find their way to the minds of humanity in Some Dimension, and may stir up a race of rebels who shall refuse to be confined to limited Dimensionality.
 
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