I was very fortunate and incredibly privileged recently to hear a presentation from a young Indonesian woman in regards to Indonesian culture, societal norms, religion and politics. She spoke of how things have been historically, how things are now and where all things Indonesian are possibly going. In a country where politics and religion is constantly a very local subject, it was enlightening to hear and be able to freely comment on what can be very taboo areas for foreigners. Indonesia is exploding technologically into the future and at the same time, yet running parallel in an effort to keep up, is the very foreign concept of Democracy. Remembering that Indonesia has been historically governed by military backed Dictatorships and or foreign invaders, Democracy as a word may well be as dirty as the Jakarta skyline. She explained that when surveys are conducted the majority of Indonesians register high on having heard the word Democracy and even higher on the, ‘have absolutely no idea at all what Democracy in actuality is all about’, register. That Indonesia is a mere foetus in respect to its gestation into the world of Democracy and that corruptive forces are openly standing in the way of progress. She lamented on the lack of opportunities for women in political party systems and how the system had engineered it so as only a few parties could capture votes that may elect them to power. How the youth who were previously responsible for overthrowing Dictatorships were now disillusioned, and were looking for minority political party possibilities but where trapped within the few party system. She went on to explain how buying into a Political Party, pre-election promising and characters of dubious standing and low morality are the way that politicians are perceived by Indonesians and in reality are proven to be so. She stated that it was all just completely crazy. She spoke eloquently and proudly of her homeland, explaining the positive and negatives of its land, air, sea, and peoples. Indonesian people simply want what all people want, better life and conditions for them and their families. Her frustration that Indonesia’s first tentative steps into Democracy appear destined to be nothing more than greedy politicians who openly lie cheat and excel in self-serving, was equally palpable in her enthusiasm that good people needed to become politicians, normal people who only wanted good for family community and country. Was it too much to ask that good decent people would represent what Democracy truthfully and honestly stands for. Like all good presenters she ended her presentation on a high note. ‘Indonesians are proud hard working people, with a love and devotion to country. A people who respect diversity and although are very prone to gossip innuendo and cynicism are nonetheless respectful and friendly, an integrated growing mass of people looking to a future with hope, trusting in their leaders to guide them with honesty and good will.’ It appears that Indonesia is well on its way and stepping boldly into the very modern day version of whatever crazy version of Democracy is current, in these rapidly changing times and paradigms.
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In places spaces faces gracing each and every moment always there. Newly born anything’s get it that wonderment of wow factor. It’s the addictive element that keeps the material world spinning. Literally pulling us along on its tether, submissively mirthfully latched to its baited hook of umami laden flavours. Inescapably urging teasing us to glimpse, peek, and sneak furtive glances into around within. Sensory surround stimuli immersion conversion therapy uploaded offered delivered ingested. Newness is nothing new, its old bold brave. Adventure is newness’s partner, marriage of convenient necessity, brave bold old togetherness. With open eyes open heart open mind, adventures in newness is all there is. See you there……. Thinking and knowing go hand in hand. Unfortunately the result from such a union inevitably ends like so many marriages and relationships that show early promise. The sound of one hand flapping as its mirror image looks forlornly on is an all too common occurrence.
Knowing that thought is actually an inescapable condition driven by electrical energy emanating from your brain thus arising in consciousness is probably a good start. Until clinical death officially occurs, thinking will be that one hand constantly flapping around, looking endlessly for that suitable elusive partner to clap the consciousness dance into life. Think of thinking like shrinking. Look at knowing like growing. Thinking something or many things, does not necessarily equate to knowing anything about many things or some things. Thinking requires an awareness that I am actually even thinking. It’s an important requirement before the subject of what am I actually thinking about even begins. So before to even begin with begins, for a great many it’s a leap way too far, such is the reality of the automatic mode they are locked into. Thinking that can promote knowledgeable growth requires a depth of inquiry that virtually unpacks subject matter on one hand, needs conscious thought to be flapping around in the other hand and demands a clapping spark to bring it all together. In a light bulb moment, a virtual leap of quantum level driven evolutionary knowledge has occurred. Thought driven knowledge has been responsible for many historical well-meaning advances and good intentioned outcomes. Clapping hands have also seen far too many incredible atrocities, deliberate suffering impinged upon millions. Thought driven knowledge is not only isolated and bestowed upon species human, although our arrogant nature has certainly chosen to believe that premise for too long, resulting in disastrous consequences that are becoming ever increasingly apparent. We can continue to claim that we didn’t know, weren’t aware and didn’t think. They are simply lazy statements, childlike responses when caught in the act. Evolution has sandwiched choice between thought and knowledge. That’s the inescapable reverberation heard and felt when flapping and clapping occur. Take notice. |
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