The Rest of Us

William James wrote “The rest of us can… imagine this by recalling our state of feeling in those temporary ‘melting moods’, into which the trials of real life, or the theatre, or a novel, sometimes throws us. Especially if we weep! For it is then as if our tears broke through an inveterate inner dam and let all sorts of ancient peccancies and moral stagnancies drainway, leaving us now washed and soft of heart, and open to every nobler leaning. With most of us, the customary hardness quickly returns, but not so with saintly persons…”

Maybe during his time this was an experience of a more saintly person but what I have discovered is that this is a potential quality of experience that is realizable, to as William James indicates, “the rest of us. It may be a religious man, or imaginative man, the state being realized through a refusal to develop those qualities of practical-mindedness and eye-to-business that seem to be the requisites for survival in our complex civilization.

Gurdjieff suggests, through Ouspensky’s writing that the main difficulty which the system must combat is man’s tendency to sleep, to do things mechanically. The world has no meaning for us because we do all things mechanically.

Man a Bourgeoise Compromise

One thing that I love about Canada, that I have not found in Germany, where I now live, is the vast presence of an uncultivated state of nature. I am heavy hearted in missing that at times. Maybe it is partly to do with how Germans have efficiently come to manage their material world. Germany is a very cultivated and highly managed place where order and efficiency are highly valued. The raw and wild nature has always been a place where I have been more able to connect with a deeper part of myself. The degree of control of the land of Germany reflects a greater general absence of a natural connection to being for me. I find a more natural way of being in the way of life in Canada and in Myanmar where I am writing this from. Is it possible that with all of our modern discoveries that come with this way and these values and what we call progress…. we find ourselves on the surface of life and that efforts to find truth are abandoned and hidden under a bourgeois compromise: that our search outside is often accompanied, and compromised by human pettiness and human triviality ?

I find myself to be somewhat of an outsider, even in Canada, and in so doing feel as if I am often standing alone; in a compromised universe. It seems that not enough individuals are prepared to stand as a witness to save this planet and that it is highly likely that the vast majority of us are looking in the wrong ways. What is important or real seems not to be realized, known or said. We are beginning to realize that in the thousands of years of human influence, observation, reflection, and recording that the whole history of the world has been misunderstood and what we know with perfect accuracy as the past, has never existed. Is it possible that reality is nothing to most and that their life runs on, unconnected with anything outside of assumed norms and perceptions.

I am now in my life not content with adhering to being led by my instinctive drive to control my external world or to attend to conventional assumptions about what I need or what. I must be. This had to do with perceiving everything as separate and external to me and an insatiable grasping after a more secure and comfortable illusion of a happy existence. I now feel that in the end it brings only unfortunate consequences. Attending to convention without question was the ordinary bourgeois part where I followed tamely like a goat in the world. In order to live fully I have become an Outsider; one who is aware of his dissatisfaction, who is tired of being a goat. In so doing it has been a step towards investigating in a more expansive way and in that realizing that the life-force is higher than the mere individual will to self-preservation.

Inspired by ColinWilsons writing.


I spent a few days in Hsipaw which is in Chen state getting close to the Chinese border. There are clashes between the Chen rebel’s and Myanmar police occurring regularly. I was told that we were a few kilometres away from the Rebel position. I hiked about three hours around town, fields and forests during my time here. Iris remained in Mandalay working at the hospital. Like most places in Myanmar Hsipaw is a peaceful and friendly place.

If A Fool Would Persist

It was the beginning and as Robert Blake wrote, “If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.”

I am deeply suspicious of those who profess to know themselves in a way that is intensely confident and assured. Colin Wilson suggests that the “self-surmounter”can never put up with the man who has ceased to be dissatisfied with himself. It strikes me that they are operating from perceived illusions of their belief in self. Perhaps it is more that they have not become insightful enough to be aware of their looming self doubt or that they are too attached to “self” to see beyond it. It seems to be a never ending task to shift what we have accumulated of our personality that is in the way of knowing “self”. We humans seem to have an incredible ability in our conditioned way of seeing, to ignore, deny and avoid painful truths about ourselves. To search for truth is too much for the denier.

And thenvthere is the problem of self expression as St. Augustine has writtne ‘I came to know where I was [as a child], and tried to express my wants to those who could gratify them, yet could not, for my wants were inside me, and they wen outside’ (Conassions, Bk. I, VI. Italics mine.)

I have become aware of the limitations of the conditioned self. It is what I doubt. In some ways my later life has been about the refining of a “gentle will” that is focused on revealing what has interfered with openness and receptivity to revelations of self knowing that are authentic.

It seems as well that there is something of my essence that is by its nature creative and imaginative and that when I enter openly into that, there is in turn a more satisfying sense that my attempts of expression are more authentic. At times that creative expression itself is the action that reveals something more of my self. Creativity and imagination seem to be inseparable from that experience of becoming and being authentic. With this there is an increased awareness of the mystery, of life and that which can not be known.

Why Are We Fooled

A friend suggested to me that the corporate world works as it is designed to. I agree one hundred percent that the people making the rules and their supporters are benefiting above all others. Ive known this for a while. The time that I have spent in Myanmar, living in Nepal and East Germany I have had an opportunity to experience monarchal, socialist and dictatorial regimes. I have not seen evidence that those in power in these places don’t get it any better in terms of their treatment of citizens and the compulsion for greed and favouritism. It seems to me that it is our acceptance of the very limited capability of egoism in our leaders and tolerance of it in ourselves that is a problem.

In regards to the digital world, health and medical developments, nuclear , robotics and other technology, many of our political, technological, and other creative developments are wonders of human imagination and not the problem. Its ultimately how they are implemented and used, the decisions that are made and the people making decisions that are utilizing these ideas and developments that needs to be considered. If we are going to empower ego maniacs with our political and other social and developmental responsibilities we will continue to struggle as we are. Why do we continue to elect, delegate and tolerate such people? Ultimately the majority of people are easily convinced that these people that we delegate have relevant attributes.

Could it be that individually there is something that we are not understanding about our own state of being and awareness and that this is reflected in our choices in leadership. It seems to me that it is more a concern with living than with written words and convincing oratory that we must consider and to reflect deeply on and about and how we might be contributing to a wayward direction out of our own fear, hate and sense of separation.