The myth of altruism and generosity surrounding Mother Teresa is dispelled in a paper by Serge Larivée and Genevieve Chenard of University of Montreal’s Department of Psychoeducation and Carole Sénéchal of the University of Ottawa’s Faculty of Education. The paper will be published in the March issue of the journalStudies in Religion/Sciences religieuses and is an analysis of the published writings about Mother Teresa. Like the journalist and author Christopher Hitchens, who is amply quoted in their analysis, the researchers conclude that her hallowed image—which does not stand up to analysis of the facts—was constructed, and that her beatification was orchestrated by an effective media relations campaign.
As long term readers know well, I’m of the firm belief that the 20th century was the century of lies.
It is the century in which Maya (illusion) came into it’s own. Humanity at large was led around by their collective noses into a general milieu of war, destruction, self-loathing and abject confusion about our real place in this universe.
While deeply (and always) compromised media was the megaphone, the bait used to lure the masses was a series of caricatures built into living messianic characters. Count amongst them Gandhi, Mandela, MLK, Einstein, FDR, various sporting heroes, the modern art movement with all of it’s attendant weird characters (Picasso and Warhol come to mind), all of the Jewish authors/nobel laureates…..on and on and on and on.
One after the other, these heroes (and heroines) were all clay footed, deeply flawed constructs.
Yet, as Sickmund Frued and his famous nephew Eddy Bernays laid the groundwork of modern dystopia, a technologically shaken, constantly re-training, busier global population mostly swallowed the hook, line and sinker.
Since these false giants are so deeply engrained in the global psyche, perhaps it’s time to pour some water on these clay-footed denizens, so we may be free….
Today’s take down, courtesy of two psychologists in Montreal:
At the time of her death, Mother Teresa had opened 517 missions welcoming the poor and sick in more than 100 countries. The missions have been described as “homes for the dying” by doctors visiting several of these establishments in Calcutta. Two-thirds of the people coming to these missions hoped to a find a doctor to treat them, while the other third lay dying without receiving appropriate care. The doctors observed a significant lack of hygiene, even unfit conditions, as well as a shortage of actual care, inadequate food, and no painkillers. The problem is not a lack of money—the Foundation created by Mother Teresa has raised hundreds of millions of dollars—but rather a particular conception of suffering and death: “There is something beautiful in seeing the poor accept their lot, to suffer it like Christ’s Passion. The world gains much from their suffering,” was her reply to criticism, cites the journalist Christopher Hitchens. Nevertheless, when Mother Teresa required palliative care, she received it in a modern American hospital.
Despite these disturbing facts, how did Mother Teresa succeed in building an image of holiness and infinite goodness? According to the three researchers, her meeting in London in 1968 with the BBC’s Malcom Muggeridge, an anti-abortion journalist who shared her right-wing Catholic values, was crucial. Muggeridge decided to promote Teresa, who consequently discovered the power of mass media. In 1969, he made a eulogistic film of the missionary, promoting her by attributing to her the “first photographic miracle,” when it should have been attributed to the new film stock being marketed by Kodak. Afterwards, Mother Teresa travelled throughout the world and received numerous awards, including the Nobel Peace Prize. In her acceptance speech, on the subject of Bosnian women who were raped by Serbs and now sought abortion, she said: “I feel the greatest destroyer of peace today is abortion, because it is a direct war, a direct killing—direct murder by the mother herself.”
Today is O Scar day…..
After scarring our collective minds for 365 days, they insult our intelligence further by a-ward-ing their best scarrers with an O-scar.
And of course, who but an Oscar, in this endlessly recursive (re-cursive, yesssssss, dive into that one for a bit) world of ours, could capture the intellectual bankruptcy of Holyshitwood…
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
- Book of Diatribes from the Hayt Chronicles
Now look into a mirror for a good long time. And watch the changes…..
and here we have, your average actor/actress…..
How are you?
I’m well, thanks for thinking that thought in response. Sometimes I imagine this dialouge that I have with everyone here must feel like my microsoft office portal page. It always greets me with a hi vivek or let this be the day your dreams are realized or the classic oh hey! I find myself catching myself replying mentally. Like Oh hey microsoft office portal, hey, how is it going microsoft office portal? Did you have a good opening?
When machines try to get friendly with me, I get the creeps.
I’ve long considered myself a tech-no-luddite and have grandiose although occasional dreams of leading the butlerian jihad via dune, the human revolt against the sentient machine.
Shades of the Matrix…
Does that jive?
Live is vile is evil is a levi?
But that’s genes U say
all butt hurt
aspersions cast on
deep likes of
in skin tight genes.
Anyways, so it flows in these fascinating times. Carrying coals to newcastle as it were, can you imagine another time such as this?
We are at a precipice and the only way out or in is to be comfortable on it’s edge. Otherwise you are just an instrument at effect, not an engine of cause.
I have been feeling open. Life is opening up. And down and all around really.
Our existence is a qualitative expression of our note and tone. Our frequency.
Bad frequency means jagged surroundings.
So I met this amazing music maker in Mumbai and we both loved this album and this song.
It changed something fundamental in me. When I first got it in 2004, I played it non-stop for 15 days till everyone around me was sick of it and me.
Play the song below on a good sound system, good base or a great pair of head-phones. This was an epochal album…
Challenge you to keep your feet still :-)
And today is the chinese new year, the start of the year of the Ram.
They are trying to tell us it is the year of the sheep.
I say Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…
This is how I see it….
As the world turns, it turns out, it has not always turned this way, the way we know it to turn.
In fact, the near deification of NewTon (that’s right and left, new ton, he was all about the fall, of the apple (how biblical)) was because it was the role of his theories to convince us that the universe as we know it is indeed ordered and logical and that we need not worry.
His it was to convince us that this is how it has been, god the triangulator between him/his son and the mysterious holy ghost would keep this ticking like clockwork, from billions of years ago and for billions of years yet to come.
Science and it’s bastard spawn of Scientism would be shoveled down the throat of generations of post enlightenmenters (us included) that that it was all deterministic. Don’t worry. Be happy.
Heisenberg/relativity/in-determinism of the late 19th and early 20th centuries was quickly raised, through mathematical gobble-de-gookery and far out theories, to the realm of rocket science for the ordinary man and his oh-so-ordinary mind.
No no, not for us was any discussion of the tremulous and transient nature of reality, our was to be a newtonian world of order and logic. 1 and 0. Leave us running in circles, doing Re-search.
h/t scott adams
The famous pictures of Einstein were always him, a black board and complex squiggles, best left to him and his ilk.
But this time and age is different. Where for a long time, hereticism was banished along with the heretics whodared, I do declare that this dawning age of Aquarius is the Age of the Heretic.
The Apocalypse (the Un-veiling, Apo-Calypso) is a time for de-occulting the occult. For daring to raise the veil.
For looking at a spade and calling it thus.
For calling the emperor naked.
There was such a heretic in the 20th century, Emmanuel Velikovsky, who challenged the dogma and challenged it so heretically that he was villified, shouted down, banned from the parapets of academia (long sold out) and the press (always sold out).
His book, World’s in Collision, questioned everything. Our origins, history, anthrapology, religiology, geology….and the establishment would have none of it.
Watch this and follow the threads if you feel called or dare.
Venus is a recent planet. We were overcome by a flood no more that 6 thousand years ago. The Earth stood still for a time.
Saturn was the pole star…..
Be heretical, it’s time…
As Socrates once proclaimed, “The un-examined life is not worth living”…I heard it said by a bombastic, baptist trained voice in such a way that it got emblazoned in the crevices of my brain.
The examined life, in the larger, bigger, higher picture, is the Aware life.
We examine that which we need to know or better yet, understand more about, thus become more “aware” of.
To know is to be aware.
This morning, pondering my generally “High Awareness” life, especially in the last 12 or so years, I realized that the aware life is most definitely NOT the easy life. No oh no.
What then makes it worth-while, worth our while, this living of a life with the magnifying glass of constant questing and care and expanded awareness, instead of just sliding along like most do?
As a matter of fact, it struck me in the proverbial flash, it is of utmost importance.
You see, our present is our history in the making.
Our present is our history in the making!!!
Every moment is a moment that passes into the collective that we call our past. Drops making the ocean sort of thing.
We are, all of us, constant history makers. And our individual histories, like tributaries, gather to make the grand river of history that is our common past.
Our present is our history in the making…
Do you see that?
At every fractal level, in a time bound reality anyways, that was a staggering thought for me.
I am making my own history, moment by moment.
My most recent history impacts my present most strongly.
My choices make my history….
And that realization was sobering enough for me to make the conscious life worth it’s travails, every one of them…
So re-member, you are history in the making and the past creates the future. The present just is….
Make history mi amigos….
Saludos and Namaskaar…
With a hug and a ;-)
If you watched the video from yesterday, then this is the counter-punkt…
Big hugs to everyone….
WAR is not the Answer…
ponder that my fellow munchkins….
Watch this, I’m tongue-tied….
Till the end, my friends, till the end….
hard as it is…
to the real….
Awareness is step one….
Ends come with new beginnings attached, it is the law…..
A big hug all around…