Sunday, 10 July 2011

What to call it?

what does it mean?

Responsible in the media

"We envision the time when the Media has become fully aware of its power and the part it plays in the collective consciousness; a time when all those who carry the enormous responsibility of projecting words and pictures into the homes and minds of millions of souls do so with integrity and respect for this great duty of care which they carry;..."

I suspect that there are some within the world of the media that are very responsible and consider the points they are making. There are occasions when watching a documentary, I am concerned at the one-sidedness. I am left with questions, especially wondering what the full picture is and points of view from other angles.
Same with the papers. I am so skeptical, I just don't know what to believe. A little bit of truth in everything. There are times when something seems to come from some deeper place. A sense of genuine belief. I think it is possible to tell - but then it is still a particular perspective even if it comes from a passionate view.

I pray for growing integrity for myself and for others

Bliss
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I love Pooh philosophy

"Rivers know this: There is no hurry. We shall get there some day." -Winnie the Pooh :)


Posted by my friend L who just has always loved Pooh.
I really enjoyed reading the Tao of Pooh. I want to read the Te of Piglet.
Very very clever.


Here's some things I already collected


The Tao of Pooh
Winnie the Pooh has a certain way about him, a way of doing things which has made him the world's most beloved bear. And Pooh's Way, as Benjamin Hoff brilliantly demonstrates, seems strangely close to the ancient Chinese principles of Taoism. The 'Tao of Pooh' explains Taoism by Winnie the Pooh and explains Winnie the Pooh by Taoism. It makes you understand what A.A. Milne probably meant when he said he didn't write the Pooh-books for children in the first place.


Over the centuries Taoism classic teachings were developed and divided into philosophical, monastic, and folk religious forms. All of these could be included under the general heading of Taoism. But the basic Taoism is simply a particular way of appreciating, learning from, and working with whatever happens in everyday life. From the Taoist point of view, the natural result of this harmonious way of living is happiness.


One of the basic principles of Taoism is P'U, the Uncarved Block. The essence of the Uncarved Block is that things in their original simplicity contain their own natural power, power that is easily spoiled and lost when that simplicity is changed. This principle applies not only to things, but to people as well. Or Bears. Which brings us to Pooh, the very Epitome of the Uncarved Block. When you discard arrogance, complexity, and a few, other things that get in the way, sooner or later you will discover that simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the Uncarved Block: Life is Fun. Along with that comes the ability to do things spontaneously and have them work, odd as that may appear to others at times. As Piglet put it in 'Winnie-the-Pooh', "Pooh hasn't much Brain, but he never comes to any harm. He does silly things and they turn out right."


Owl instead, is the opposite of Pooh, the Knowledge for the sake of Appearing Wise, the one who studies Knowledge for the sake of Knowledge, and who keeps what he learns to himself or to his own small group, rather than working for the enlightenment of others. That way, the scholars can appear Superior, and will not likely be suspected of Not Knowing Something. After all, from the scholarly point of view, it's practically a crime not to know everything. But sometimes the knowledge of the scholar is a bit hard to understand because it doesn't seem to match up with our own experience of things. Isn't the knowledge that comes from experience more valuable than the knowledge that doesn't?


While Owl's little routine is that of Knowledge for the sake of Appearing Wise, Eeyore's is that of Knowledge for the sake of Complaining About Something and Rabbit's is that of Knowledge of Being Clever. As anyone who doesn't have it can see, the Eeyore Attitude gets in the way of things like wisdom and happiness, and pretty much prevents any sort of real Accomplishment in life. Cleverness, after all, has its limitations. Its mechanical judgements and clever remarks tend to prove inaccurate with passing time, because it doesn't look very deeply into things to begin with. The thing that makes someone truly different -unique, in fact- is something that Cleverness cannot really understand.


"A fish can't whistle and neither can I." There's nothing wrong with not being able to whistle, especially if you're a fish. But there can be lots of things wrong with blindly trying to do what you aren't designed for. Unfortunately, some people aren't so wise, and end up causing big trouble for themselves and others. The wise know their limitations; the foolish do not. To demonstrate what we mean, we can think of no one better than Tigger, who doesn't know his limitations ('Tiggers' can do everything'), which brings him in lots of trouble. Piglet instead knows his limitations and that's what makes him sometimes more brave than you would expect from such a small animal. So, the first thing we need to do is recognize and trust our own Inner Nature, and not lose sight of it. Inside the Bouncy Tigger is the Rescuer who knows the Way, and in each of us is something Special, and that we need to keep:


"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think," said Pooh.
"But I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.

Isn't this just something special?? I love. I would like to get hold of the books again at some point. And eve a copy of the original Pooh and read it as a child reads it.

Bliss
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HIghly creative

“The definition of good and evil in an evolutionary context is very simple: that which is good is what encourages and inspires the creative impulse and enables it to grow and to move forward; that which is evil is that which actually inhibits it....” - Andrew Cohen

Sometimes it's difficult to know I think. I have to listen very carefully. But when I do my instinct tells me. Perhaps it's that I don't want to listen. Ego and self-centredness can be a force to be reckoned with and the quieter voice waits patiently to be heard.

The essay is done - juts some tweeking perhaps this afternoon. I wan t to get the experiment application completed before I go to speak about the play. Yep! I am meeting within someone this morning to talk about writing and creating a play. I am not sure that she will be patient enough with my commitments outside of her and the play. Work, long days, studying and tiredness. Not to men tion the recent bouts of depression. If I can get on a high then there will be boundless energy but I am not sure how usefully it can be directed. Mind you lots of creatives have been bi-polar. Doesn't mean to say theya re any good I suppose tee hee.

I was up early after a very strange dream. It always fascinates me how people are one persona dn then they metamorphise into someone else. I actually noted the moment Peter became my dad.
It was scary to begin with. I was in our (not sure who the others were but I think my mum was one of them) house. It was built on a rock out to sea. I could see the coast and my mum had gone to the mainland. LouLou and I were in the house. A storm was forecast which at first wasn't at all worrying but as the sea was swelling it was becoming apparent that I was at risk. Even so I didn't feel panic initially. I was in my bedroom. The window was huge - floor to ceiling. The sea was definitely getting higher and splashes spraying onto the window. Gradually thogh the waves were crashing into the window and eventually some of the window was permanently under water. I knew I was in a dream and scared but couldn't wake myself out of it. I was being rescued by a big oil tanker sailing by - well they sent a little boat out.
Next I was in "our" flat /house not sure which. I have no idea who our was this time.  There were cars parked along a road in front of the house. It was a long road with nothing oppiste that I can recall. P was coming to pick me up because we were going to a wedding. I realised he had a card and present in his hands. The house was sort of his too, something to do with work. I mentioned I but I am not sure with connection to what. He said it was time to go and walked out saying to me to lock up. I started to put my key in the very intricate and unusual looking lock. Very secure. The key was quite bendy suddenly. I straightened it and used it to turn the big lock but the key bent too much to I had to clunk over the lever thingy myself. It was locked. I noticed P was in my car rather than his. I had this sense that he was letting go of being in charge all the time (which is a reflection of him at work - but with a mind to leaving which I am hating the thought of). I was worried about his thoughts of my messy car. And also concerned about where I would sit in the back. I would have to clear a space. We drove to the wedding venue, driving up the HIgh Street in Guildfor, the top part. I didn't know where the Church was as I hadn't read the invite and was relying on P to tell me. We parked up and as we started to walk in I realised P become my dad. He and i were getting on really well. I even held his hand. I felt like his little girl but I didn't want people to think that there was an old man with his younger girlfriend. I felt sick at the thought. (I always hated that when I was out with him when I was younger - people might get it confused). Oh I have just remembered that on the way to the Church I asked P whose wedding it was - it was my cousin N. But as I knew it was a dream I knew he is already married and too old so I rationalised it must be his daughter. When it was my dad I was talking to I was very excited to be seeing my cousin N again after all this time. And L etc etc. As we walked in I noticed my dads bum was larger that it is in real life and that he was wearing trouseers he wouldn't wwear in real life. So I was definitely aware I was dreaming. When we got in the church everyone turned around. My auntie rolled her eyes at us and we realised we were late. The bride and bridegroom were at the front. I was stretching to see who they were. Cousins' children whom I had never met. The girl was actually ML's daughter but in the dream she was the daughter of N. And the boy was the son of L (cousin from my mums side) but looked like N. They had all been waiting for us. I fetl embarrassed and intimated as we sat down that I had been relying on dad.
As the priest started his loud sermon, I saw the girl trying to talk to the boy. Whispering and shaking her head and then realised that he was trying to get up. I was chuckling and sort of amazed. I was impressed to at his courage. I wasn't sure what the problem was. And the feelign was almost a sort of embarrassment at the whole interruption. He stood up and the priest stopped. Everyone was quiet. And then I woke up.....
Really early but feeling refreshed thank goodness. Despite going to bed later I think I slept all the way through. A first in a while. Phew

Bliss
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Saturday, 9 July 2011

Van Meegeren, Van Gogh and me hahahahahahaha

I watched a very interesting docudrama about Van Gogh this evening. I felt tearful with his sad and lonely death.
It is supposed now that he was bi-polar. Bit of course there was no help of real value for him.

And then a very interesting programme on the works of Van Meegeren. What a very clever man.
Fake or Fortune
The art world can prove a bear pit, with a myriad of tricksters at work. Experts estimate that anything between 20%-40% of works of art on the market are faked. And they can turn up in the most unexpected places.
The Procuress

Hanging in one of the most prestigious and respected art institutes in London is a picture Philip has heard of, which may hold the key to unlocking the story of the most audacious forger of all time. A man who dared to fake the work of Old Masters and made millions from his deception, until he was caught in 1945: Han Van Meegeren.

But a mystery remains to this day, as Van Meegeren died before a complete record of his fakes was made. How did he pull off faking Old Master paintings, duping important art galleries in to making purchases of works apparently by Vermeer, even foxing Goering in to buying one of his works during the war?
Philip and Fiona get to work on the London picture which, legend has it, hung in Van Meegeren's studio on the day he was arrested. Was it his last work? And by testing it, can we prove how he out-foxed some of the most eminent minds in the art world?

The Telegraph -

Master forgery: '17th century work exposed as a fake'

A Dutch Golden Age painting in one of Britain's foremost art collections is actually a fake painted by a notorious forger, it has emerged.

5:25PM BST 02 Jul 2011

It was believed that The Procuress, at the The Courtauld Institute of Art in London, was a 17th century anonymous copy of a 1620s brothel scene by Dutch master Dirck van Baburen.
After tests for a BBC One show, Fake of Fortune?, it is now accepted that the work is a forgery by Han van Meegeren, a Dutch forger who died in 1947.
As recently as 2009, the respected Art Newspaper revealed that curators at the Courtauld and the National Gallery (NG) believed the painting had “every appearance of being of 17th-century origin”, as the latter put it.
Now, scientific tests commissioned for the BBC programme detected a synthetic resin similar to Bakelite mixed into the paints to mimic age.
Research was supervised by Philip Mould, an Old Masters dealer with a track record of discovering genuine works.
He said: “Some of the most prominent specialists … have speculated that it is a 17th-century picture – but … Bakelite was [Van Meegeren’s] unique fingerprint.”
At the outset, Mould doubted the 17th century attribution. “To my eyes, it was a Van Meegeren”, he said.
Ironically, that was also the opinion of Geoffrey Webb, the man who donated it to the Courtauld in 1960 for study purposes. Webb, as a British officer responsible for the restitution of looted Nazi art – Goering was among those duped by Van Meegeren – considered it a fake, partly because it was recovered in 1945 from Van Meegeren’s own villa.
However, the master-forger also possessed genuine paintings and, in the late 1970s, historians began to reconsider the picture as genuine 17th-century.
Van Meegeren swindled his buyers out of some £65m in today’s money, driven by the bitterness of his own paintings being dismissed as derivative. His forgeries fooled leading art galleries, including the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, which paid a record figure, today’s equivalent of £12m, for one work – now a fake in its storeroom.
He was arrested in 1945, not for selling a fake, but for selling to Goering what the Dutch thought was a real Vermeer, a treasure of Holland’s heritage.
This laid him open to the charge of collaboration, and execution as a traitor. His only way out was to admit to selling his own fake. During his 1947 trial he confessed to forging seven old masters, but 21 have since been identified and there may be more.
Documents relating to Van Meegeren’s trial mention the Courtauld’s picture, the forger insisting that his former wife bought it in 1938 in an antique shop. But Mould said: “I don’t believe it … He lied in paint … and he twisted the truth.”
Part of the technical research for the BBC was undertaken by Aviva Burnstock, the Courtauld’s conservation head. With a Dutch expert, and the latest forensic tests, she studied materials seized from Van Meegeren’s studio in 1945.
They included his paint pigments – one, crucially, labelled “artificial resin”. Analysis confirmed that it was phenol formaldehyde, better known as Bakelite, only invented in the 20th century, but which Van Meegeren mixed into his paints to harden them like an old painting.
“Paint almost acts like blood at a crime scene,” Mould said. The Rijksmuseum also allowed minuscule flecks of paint to be taken from its own genuine version of The Procuress and its Van Meegeren fake, to be compared with the Courtauld picture.
Burnstock told the BBC: “It’s gone back and forward between being a fake by Van Meegeren or a genuine 17th century painting.” After seeing the evidence, she adds: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an unequivocal result. This is absolutely … Van Meegeren.”
A National Galleries spokeswoman said: "Attributions of paintings can – and will inevitably – change as more is known about them. This can be based on new art-historical information or technical results."
The Courtauld said it did not display the picture as a 17th century work.


Getting there

Ramakrishna and Baal Shem Tov goes like this; Ego and depression are crows that nest on the branches of your tree. They fly away when you shake the tree by dancing and singing for God. [I dare add, the inner disco completes the job.]

I like this but ..... I find it difficult to shake off depression. It's clinical. And that means it's brain chemicals so not something that can simply be shaken out. I do agree that as the chemicals start to flow or regulate (with the help of medication) then it is necessary to dance and sing for God and it can come from within.
As for ego - I don't know how ego manifests during depression. I am usually too dark and stuck to see it. I suppose the fact that I just want to leave the planet is a selfish manifestation of ego. I basically can see only gloom and pointlessness. The narrow path, avoiding things and people that are destructive forces. And at the time all I can see is a majoority of people and things that are like that. It feels lonely and difficult. Even so this time I am able to see a bigger picture - God, universe, Higher Power. I am in touch and want to be outta here and simply a spiritual part of it - not having to deal with the narrow path. That's probably ego isn't it?


I have completed a 2nd draft of my essay and altough it will need some rearranging it is such a relief.
I need to get started on question 3 so at least the whole thing is complete ready to finalise with amendments and corrections tomorrow and send.
I will not go to the Write Angle at the West Meon book festical at this rate.
Need to walk LouLou and so on .....

Well lets see how I get on - it's 5pm until 7pm so I could get there for some of it I suppose.

Bliss

Imperturbability

There are those who discover they can leave behind confused reactions and become patient as the earth; unmoved by anger, unshaken as a pillar, unperturbed as a clear and quiet pool.
v. 95

Ajahn Munindo says .....
The Buddha lived in this world as we do. And despite all the turmoil he realised a state of imperturbability - to 'become patient as the earth'. Whatever is poured on it, burnt on it, or done to it, the earth just goes on being what it is and doing what it does. Patient endurance is not a weak opinion; it is strengthening and kind. With patient endurance we discover the ability to allow our present experience to be here, just as it is, until we have learnt what we need to learn.

Again, my thoughts ring alarm bells about reading this and then thinking that I am not supposed to have all the feelings associated with day to day living and interaction with people, places and things. Most usually people. It is human to have emotions evoked. They are the intuition that guides our attitude and our behaviour. Being more consciously aware of the emotions is my current  hope. If I am aware I can be thoughtful about what I do next. If I suppress the emotions then I am acting with underlying unknown drives which means I am less likely to consider what I do next, it's more reactionary.
Anger helps me to understand my boundaries. When someone is crossing a value or principle that is important to me, anger can be a "God-given" message that something is not OK for me. And so long as I don't act out on the anger I can use this information intelligently.
Sadness tells me that something really matters and through it I can also learn compassion for others.
So when i read about not being perturbed it perturbs me slightly. I think for me right now the lesson is in being aware and getting to understand myself. Then gradually I can work towards imperturbability, thought gradually learning acceptance of self and then in turn others.
Things are as they are. It doesn't always mean it's OK surely? And questioning is surely healthy for the greater good, ensuring that there is thoughtfulness behind every decision. I was just thinking about GM products having read the recent article about new EU laws around this issues.
Who know GM maybe a good thing but it could also be a bad thing. Being perturbed by it surely means that questions are asked. In the long run those are perturbed are trying to ensure that it is a healthy way to go. Research can then look into increases in illnesses and see if there is a correlation with GM products. Such as an increase in ADHD, irritable bowel syndrome etc. And we are much better position today to raise these questions and not have to simply accept in ignorance. This surely is progress, so long as experimentation and development doesn't cease completely. We could cripple ourselves with all our questions. Some of life is about taking risks and seeing what happens. I think we become so wrapped up in prote4cting - the nanny states. And having faith becomes about everything being controlled. That is so against what I think faith is. Faith means to me that it will all be OK whatever happens - therefore it is possible to go with the flow.
And this involves for me at my stage of development feeling the fear, anger, sadness, jealousy, happiness, contentment, gratitude, etc - the full range of human emotions with an awareness. And then moving forward from there.

My difficulty is that I don't always like the feelings or the situations I am in right here and now. But I can be reminded that I am OK right now. The future is something to plan for but not control. IN this absolute moment all is OK. And The difficulties I am in are for me to grow from. I can only do that if I am as conscious as I know how to be.
Yesterday was a great day for that. I got a lot of my essay drafted - first draft. I will finish it this morning and send it off for a couple of friends to read. ON Sunday I will finalise it. And the rest of today will be about writing up my application for an experiment to be carried out.
I will attend the open mic in West Meon at 5pm and there is a day planned.
However there is a lot of nows until all of those things.
Right now I feel enlightened if that is a feeling, breathing in some fresh air. I am avoidant about starting my essay - it seems laborious now. I know that it needs working on. So then I get into projecting and it feels immediately heavy. So I need to face it anyway - do my best have a lunch break I guess and then start the next part of the assignment.
Right a cuppa and on with it.
Less perturbance already

Bliss
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