Tag: violence

  • Violence & Ennegram Personality Types

    WAKE UP!
    To The Subtle Violence of Personality

    wake up to violenceA friend (point 8) commented to me once about “the bad rap eights get”. This was in response to an article on the enneagram of personality types that had appeared in a major metropolitan newspaper. The article quoted one person’s viewpoint that “eights are awful to be married to!” As an eight myself, I could relate to both my friend’s concern and the person quoted in the article because I too was married to an eight and it was the worst 18 months of my life!!! Those eights are they too much or what?

    I have attended a number of enneagram functions and have many friends and acquaintances within enneagram circles. Invariably, I hear comments about how eights are the worst. In studying the enneagram, I learned that no particular fixation is better or worse than any other. Why then do we continue to hear comments like this? (more…)

  • Peace – Inner – Outer – and Everything In Between

    Peace – Embrace Conflict

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    Peace is the ability to accept and embrace conflict and not be threatened by it and thereby to use it in the interests of life. David Spangler

    I’ve always been fascinated by violent people waging war for peace. The human psyche is filled with much more rage and hatred that most of us are willing to see – thank God for the unconscious mind!

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  • Love & Beauty in a Violent World

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    It is not an easy thing
    The writing of these words
    There is no effort of trying
    Flowing from whence they come
    To where they go

    I am busy with a thief
    That would steal them
    That scoundrel is a constant irritation
    My vigilance prevents stray thoughts
    So, he is also a blessing

    The writing of these words
    Is not an easy thing for me
    I am still
    And cannot stop the loving

    In that room
    But not in that time
    In that room
    But not in that place
    In the endless loving
    That will not stop
    That cannot stop
    The endless loving
    Moves on and on
    Through and through

    I am here
    In the great ruin
    It is making of me

    A thousand times
    I have reached out
    And touched the truth
    Each caress a new devastation
    I am never prepared
    To see such beauty

    It is not an easy thing
    Sitting in this room of ruin
    Where the departed remain
    Each tear and smile over the years
    Continues its work
    I am the victim
    In this loving

    O, poor creature am I
    Spilling tears of gratitude and joy
    My trust runs deep
    I can’t help not to
    I am too vulnerable
    To the startling beauty
    And fierce compassion
    I have no will
    To resist the ruining

    I awoke on the cross of the world
    Every where I look
    Death and horror and violence
    Are dancing
    Cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand
    With love and beauty and joy
    It is beyond pain
    Beyond ecstasy

    It is not an easy thing
    My body is a three year old child
    With a leg taken by a shell of hatred
    And eyes blinded by the shrapnel
    Of ethnic cleansing
    My heart a fine filigree
    Of radiant luminous gold
    Illuminates the loving
    Beyond this violent tragedy
    Where majesty blooms
    Beyond my comprehension
    In a field of skulls and bones
    Mothers and daughters
    Fathers and sons
    Every moment in this boundlessness
    Is not an easy thing

    It is the only thing
    Moving on
    Into the next moment of ruin
    As life eats
    And renews itself
    And the loving
    Does not stop
    Cannot stop

    J Harper

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  • Withholding Violence

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    wizard (wîz´erd) Middle English wisard : wise

    1. One who practices magic ; a sorcerer or magician.
    2. A skilled or clever person.
    3. Archaic. A sage.

    Today, Oz (from the Wizard of Oz) seems like such a common term that we don’t really consider where it came from. The name for Oz was thought up when the creator of the story, Frank Baum, looked over at his filing cabinet and saw: A-N and O-Z.

     

    When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.   –   J. Krishnamurti

    It has been my observation that some of the most violent people don’t see themselves that way. This is because to many, violence is always associated with overt aggression. Aggression in the service of anger, hatred and rage.

    But, to the tender hearted child or undefended soul the violence of withholding is every bit as painful and assualting as rage. In fact, it may be worse. To withold love, attention, appreciation or one’s presence from another is violence.

    We perpetuate this type of violence on ourselves everyday.

    Image by Maria William

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