Well, welcome to the first post on here from the iPad. Keyboard is better than the iPhone but it is still not perfect. Anyway, on to the subject matter.
Many of you are aware that I am a member of the Freemasons and have been now for five years. This year I am serving as the head of my lodge and to be honest, most of the year has been more than just an honor it has been a joy. What some of you may not be aware of is that I am the eldest of my generation within my own family (Moms side as they'd say). My brother and I have been the proverbial vanguard for all the would be things that could go right and wrong for us. And, like my fraternal family, my paternal one has seen the effects of fracturing. And I find myself entirely frustrated by the simplest fact that the fracturing is purely due in part to lack of communication combined with overwhelmingly strong egos.
Have you ever heard of the Super-Heroes are Stupid effect? At the beginning of any new dilemma in a story, the bad guy/gal does something that at least one other person is aware of. And this first, most pivotal piece of information seems to somehow never be shared? That is the effect. Somehow this pivotal, life-easing, moment is lost and thus we get to be entertained by the (melo)drama that ensues. Now most of us are simply enjoying being entertained and so much so that we utterly fail to learn from the lesson that was lost.
Communication is Power. It is the Solomon Key. It is "the Lost Word".
Both of my families are at terrible crossroads at this point in time. My fraternal family is being tested by the One-Line Philosphers. People who believe that their own world-views are the only ones that matter. People who feel that all their years of experience give them the explicit right to be right. That fact is poisoning us, poisoning those around us still. And it is forcing the hands of the others to take drastic measures. Measures to ensure that the fraternal well is not to be poisoned for the generations to come. That the opportunity to allow all voices to be equal and for all voices to complete their communication.
My paternal one is equally complicated. Super inflamed egos have cost us the most fundamental of our core bonds. That shame and ego are blinding us to our mistakes of the past and preventing us from taking responsibility for them. That we a believing that those coming after us are making mistakes that we are at a loss as to understanding why it isnhappening. And now when my family is literally in a state of anguish so vast, we are so scattered as to be able to give aid, to embrace, and to care for one another at the time when it would be most helpful.
Anyway, this poser is definitely one of self-therapy. I have found my way to manage the mental turmoil that is My Life. I now Hope that everyone else can as well.
