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Posted by Penny McManigal ( on September 14, 2001 at 00:24:24:

. Pax* Centurion* News*

September 13, 2001

There can be no friendship where there is no freedom.
Friendship loves a free air, and will not be fenced up
in straight and narrow enclosures. - William Penn

America: The Good Neighbor

Widespread but only partial news coverage was given
recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from
Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television
commentator. What follows is the full text of his
trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the
Americans as the most generous and possibly the least
appreciated people on all the earth.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and
Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the
Americans who poured in billions of dollars and
forgave other billions in debts. None of these
countries is today paying even the interest on its
remaining debts to the United States.

When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it
was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward
was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of
Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United
States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59
American communities were flattened by tornadoes.
Nobody helped.

The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped
billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now
newspapers in those countries are writing about the
decadent, warmongering Americans.

I'd like to see just one of those countries that is
gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar
build its own airplane. Does any other country in
the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet,
the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so,
why don't they fly them? Why do all the International
lines except Russia fly American Planes?

Why does no other land on earth even consider putting
a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese
technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about
German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk
about American technocracy, and you find men on the
moon - not once, but several times and safely home

You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs
right in the store window for everybody to look at.
Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded.
They are here on our streets, and most of them,
unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting
American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were
breaking down through age, it was the Americans who
rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the
New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them
an old caboose. Both are still broke.

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to
the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me
even one time when someone else raced to the Americans
in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even
during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who
is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will
come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do,
they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are
gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not
one of those."

Stand proud, America!

Gordon Sinclair

----------------and, lest we forget --------------------

Subj: Healing Our Shadow
Date: 9/13/01 2:15:37 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: (Savitra (Alan Sasha Lithman)

I don't know most of you. But that doesn't really matter. In this humbling
moment, we are all family. I have read and appreciated the messages and
responses shared via the ST list. Yes, pray. Pray as if one's life depended
on it. Because it does. Yes, gather together in supportive communities as
if one's life depended on it. Because it does. But there is something else
need to risk here.

On Sept. 11, 2001, I believe we saw the Shadow of our humanity break
forth from its cave. We saw human instruments possessed by an inhuman
Darkness. A Darkness far more powerful than we want to acknowledge
or recall. It was an evolutionary moment that forced us (in graphic
video images now seared into our cultural psyche) to see what we
don't want to see or believe is t/here, shattering the pace and habit of
our lives, reminding us of our utter vulnerability as a species. Reminding
us that we have to make a change much more quickly than we wish to,
much more deeply than we want to go... Because that place that needs
to change is not to be found on some luminous Heights. Rather it lies
buried in our darkest deepest dungeons where we keep it locked: The
Shadow made up of all our species' unfaced fears, untransformed pain,
scarred-over wounding and abuse. Each of us through countless
lifetimes has been on both sides of that abuse and wounding.

It is a place we continue to deny out of our primal survival reflex
(for who wants to open THAT door?), pushing the pain back down
beneath the threshold of feeling and knowing...meditating or
medicating our way out of it...pushing it so far down until it finally
explodes because it cannot be suppressed or ignored any longer.
We did not or could not hear it when it was a whisper; did not want
to listen or be bothered by it when it tried to express itself in
more civil tones. So there was nothing left for it to do but scream
its Cry of Pain through the deafness and politeness we have hidden
behind. Then we heard it...when the plane knifed through the building,
ripping through the silence in a thunderous collapse of concrete and
flames. Then we heard it and our hearts stopped and we finally
heard that our hearts had stopped and we felt the ache that had been
there all along.

It is precisely this painful place we don't want to look at or deal
with, but precisely this painful place that we must. For how else
can we build the true and grounded foundations of a New World and
New Life together if we only seek the summits? How will we manifest
the real Love we so desperately seek if we are not willing to heal
our personal and collective Shadow, moving out of the realm of Mind
to bring the Light into Matter and Body, entering that Well of Pain
rather than simply disconnecting from it? But these are just words
and images, and everyone knows the vocabulary by now. So what does
this mean in action? I am a hands-on person who needs to translate
inner movements and inner connectedness into tangible outer actions.

So...cutting through the rhetoric, here's one small suggestion that
I hope can spark other initiatives: We've all touched or been touched
by certainpeople in our lives: Parents, siblings, spouses, children,
teachers, special friends... Some we continue to relate and grow with.
Others dead-ended because of (fill in the blank). So we closed the door,
hung up the phone, buried the relationship. In other words, didn't
want to invest what it would take to humble ourselves, heal the wound,
deal with the pain. I wonder how many of us share the same ideals,
seek the same oneness, smile politely at the workshop but no longer
speak to one another?

Can we focus on one of the faces of someone we "once" loved, trusted
or admired but now don't want to see anymore because it's simply
too painful (though we may call it something else)? -- someone we
avoid, shrinking from them when we accidentally cross paths on the
street. For if we can't heal with these people that we "once" loved
and trusted, how can we expect to transform the Shadow of the
World? We can't. So why not call our own bluff and begin with the
ones in front of us, at arm's distance, rather than transferring our
attention to healing the archetypal Villains and Victims or reaching
out to strangers we've never met?

I invite us to identify someone who triggers this allergic reaction
in us. Break the pattern and call them up, inviting them for a tea or
a walk in the park or... And if one is looking for openers in the
conversation, how about some variation of: "It's too petty in this
moment to carry this painful division forward..."

For me, this is a simple way to begin translating big words into
one-by-one personal actions, beginning the process to empty that
Well of Pain drop by drop, person to person. From my own experience,
I know it takes more energy to defend my pain than to let it go, if
one can just get past the fear of falling or failing or making a fool
of oneself. But since we're all dancing with two left feet, there's
nothing to lose but (good riddance!) our ego. Healing a relationship,
btw, doesn't mean one has to become bosom buddies, it just means
releasing, unblocking and clearing it. The rest is up to the Grace...
which after all, is the only thing we can really rely on to get us
through this humbling Evolutionary Transition shaking us now to
the core.

Can we really begin to build a trustworthy and safer place together
until we are willing to rebuild the trusts that have broken between us?

With love and humility and faith in our future,

(Alan Sasha Lithman)

PS - If this speaks to you personally, please feel free to share it.

Weaving The Dream!


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