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Comments on my diary: China Journey 2007

Comments on my diary: China Journey 2007


Looking back at my journey:

For me, connecting with the ancestors is becoming a very important issue.
Not only the faraway mainland china connection, but also the more recent chinese diaspora to Java and Holland.

Often I feel on a gut-level during a meeting with somebody with these same roots: we are related, a few hunderd years ago…

The more I research on the shamanic roots of the chinese way of living, the more I discover:
chinese ancestor worship, gongfu (animal-styles, bagua), fengshui, divination (yi jing).

Fragments of my diary: China Journey august 2007:
At this moment I’m in Chongqing, the middle of china.
Already had a intense time in Shanghai-Yangtze river-Fengjie, later on I will visit Xian and Beijing.

Many things here remind me of Indonesia: the way people walk, the smells on the street, the shops, the slums.
I often have to explain that I do not speak chinese, but that my ancestors came from here.

Shanghai is weird: the contrast between sf and slum is great.

On the Yangtze I realised how this river is connected to chinese history. The great dam has already caused whole villages being displaced to outer provinces like Tibet and Xinjiang, imagine the suffering of the farmers of the displaced people but also on the receiving end in the outer provinces who have to cope with new invaders.
Many old ways are being destroyed in the name of progress.
At the dam I touched mother earth in a rock garden, it made me cry.

At Fengjie, city of ghosts, made for all the spirits from china, I realised how much has been destroyed by the cultural revolution.

Chongching is also very large and polluted, my stay here will be short.

I am looking forward to visit Xian, the tomb of the first emperor.
And of course in Beijing I will visit the great wall and TianAnMen square.

I hope to be back safe and well during Lammas…

…later…

Xi-an:

Terracotta army in the First Emperors’ tomb.
He was a real monster. Yeah, he ‘pacified’ China, but at the cost of many lives.

The Great Mosque of the Hui minority, fascinating to see all kinds of mythic creatures (like dragons etc) depicted despite the Muslim ban on depicting creatures.
Somewhere during the Tang-dynasty the Hui were invited in as mercenary troops to surpress peasant revolts, but now the Muslims are being distrusted as a possible source of terrorism.
Well, the Uighur in Xinjiang and Kazakhstan have cause to rebel against the pressure to be ‘assimilated’ as the Tibetans.

Beijing:

TianAnMen! Standing here, realising how the students’ movement was put down with tanks and guns,moves me to tears.
Weird to realize, that our guide (age 27) has never seen the pictures of that drama.
I brought a origami whitecrane all the way to Holland to here, originally to place it somewhere on this square to honour the fallen, but it was too crowded, so I gave it to our guide with the words: ‘in remembrance of the students that died, remember!’

Later on we had a tour through a Hutong, another ancient way of living that’s disappearing in the name of progress & profit: a network of old alleys & houses that form small downtown communities around a common well. The guide showed us a model-family (state-approved on show for tourists of course) who had many modern-day thingies like tv, refrigerator, dvd-player, piano; receiving tourists must be very profitable!.

Met some nice shopkeepers: one of them was very delighted to hear that my ancestors came from her home province Fujien, she was able to tell me that the dialect of my predecessors is still common in the area of the MinNan, another piece of the puzzle found!
….

Back home again: unpacking, cleaning myself & my stuff, opening my mailbox, calling friends.
Feels like I need to see some dear friends soon to reconnect to this land again!

When I was in china, I recoqnized many things I also saw in Java: the way people dress & move, the smells, the food, the housings. I never realised the great influence of the oversea chinese on the Javanese culture!”

At Last: Obama!

At Last: Obama!


Celebrate!

At Last
This began with a promise
That i made to myself
That I would never, never stop pursuing
My dream

I lived this and breathed it
It was running through my veins
I knew we needed
I knew we needed
Change!

There were many that were thinking
That we were fooling ourselves
That we would never make it far

But I believed in this land
And that there’d come a time
When the world would finally see
Us Shine

(Chorus)

At last
We have the change that we need
The journey wasn’t easy
But it brought us here

At last
You can hold your head high
‘Cause the will for change
Never left your heart

And now
You can say proudly
My voice, my voice, my voice
Brought this change
At last
At last
AT LAST!

Witches for Obama

Witches for Obama


A call to spellcraft, found in my mailbox:

65 years ago in the skies above England, pilots fought the Nazis in the Battle of Britain.

Legend has it that witches all over the land held rituals during those days and nights willing victory, willing the aggressors to fail or go home.

The same thing should be happening tonight and tomorrow, everywhere. Witches
should singularly and in their covens, be creating sacred space an doing powerful rituals to support the Battle of America.

People of other faiths should be praying in their own way and in their own traditions.

Call for a new wind, for a new time.

Call for a new change and a new direction. 
What happens in America tomorrow will impact everyone all over the world.

So no matter where you are, I humbly ask that each of you in your own tradition, turn your prayers, your will and your magic in the direction of progressiv change.

And pray that Americans turn out in record numbers to vote Barack Obama in as President with a unprecedented majority.

Please send this message or one like it to everyone you know.

Manifest Obama

Manifest Obama


OBAMA, yes we can!

Between now and November 4…
Let’s spend one minute a day…
Envisioning Barack Obama…
As our President…
Prepare your heart to fill with hope…
Prepare your mind to embrace the change…
Envision Barack victorious on election night……
Taking the oath of office…
On Inauguration Day…
Believe that this great moment in American history is already a reality…
Say the words to yourself…
To your family…
To your friends and neighbors…
Say it to the world…
Your vision is a sacred trust…
You are a sanctuary of a sacred vision for a renewed America…
Envision it…
Say it…
Feel it…
Believe it…
Make it our reality…
Manifest Obama, America!

Herdenking Kristallnacht

Herdenking Kristallnacht


Zondag 9 november 2008
19.30 – 20.30 uur
Stadhuis Amsterdam (hoek Amstel, Zwanenburgwal)
Sprekers: Ed van Thijn (oud-burgemeester van Amsterdam) e.a.

Sinds 1992 organiseert de stichting Nederland Bekent Kleur de Kristallnacht-herdenking in Amsterdam.
De Kristallnacht was een gewelddadige aanval tegen Duitse joden in de nacht van 9 november 1938, nu 70 jaar geleden.

Centraal bij de herdenking dit jaar op 9 november staat de link tussen verleden en heden.
Met als belangrijke les om niet weg te kijken, maar stelling te nemen.
De Raad van Europa waarschuwt dat Nederland aan de top staat in Europa wat betreft de groeiende islamofobie.
En ook is er nog steeds sprake van antisemitisme in ons land.
Nederland is de laatste tijd gedegradeerd van ambassadeur van tolerantie, tot land van intolerantie
http://www.nederlandbekentkleur.nl/

Joe the Plumber

Joe the Plumber


The real Joe the Plumber has nothing to do with Joe Wurzelbacher who debated with Obama.

According to Tony Herrera, of the Plumbers and Steamfitters Local 50 in
Toledo, Ohio, Mr Wurzelbacher cannot practise in Toledo without a licence –
although he can work for someone with a master’s licence or in outlying areas
that do not require a licence.
According to local court records, Mr Wurzelbacher also owes the state of Ohio $1,182.98 in personal income tax.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/us_elections_2008/7675278.stm

McCain, what’s the next trick?

We make ‘em tougher here in China…

We make ‘em tougher here in China…


Jacobesis proposes to use militairy training at college to instill a sense of discipline in students.

I say:
seen this, done that…during my teenage time at school we had some marching drills and bajonet-fighting with bamboo-sticks, a perfect way to create war-childs.
I would say yes to teaching self-defense at a young age, but militairy drill is going much too far, it is a way to create fighting robots.

Drill, Drill, Drill

Drill, Drill, Drill


I am having Sarah Palin nightmares.

I dreamt last night that she
was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles
and wore the claws of drowned
and starved polar bears around their necks.

I have a particular thing for Polar Bears.

Maybe it’s their snowy whiteness or their bigness
or the fact that they live in the arctic
or that I have never seen one in person
or touched one.

Maybe it is the fact that they live
so comfortably on ice.

Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don’t like raging at women.

I am a Feminist and have spent my life
trying to build community,
help empower women
and stop violence against them.

It is hard to write about Sarah Palin.
This is why the Sarah Palin choice
was all the more insidious and cynical.

The people who made this choice
count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.

But everything Sarah Palin believes in
and practices is antithetical to Feminism
which for me is part of one story —
connected to saving the earth,
ending racism, empowering women,
giving young girls options, opening our minds,
deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one
of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime,
and should this country choose those candidates
the fall-out may be so great,
the destruction so vast in so many areas
that America may never recover.

But what is equally disturbing is the impact
that duo would have on the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, this is not a joke.

In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept,
the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity.

Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution.

I take this as a metaphor.
In her world and the world of Fundamentalists
nothing changes or gets better or evolves.

She does not believe in global warming.
The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying
our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers,
are all part of God’s plan.

She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list.
The earth, in Palin’s view, is here to be taken and plundered.
The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered.
The oil is here to be taken and plundered.
Iraq is here to be taken and plundered.
As she said herself of the Iraqi war,
“It was a task from God.”

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion.

She does not believe women who are raped
and incested and ripped open against their will
should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist’s baby or not.
She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control.
I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence
and we know how many babies that makes.

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking.
From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library,
has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently.
She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference.

This is a woman who could and might very well
be the next president of the United States.

She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.

Sarah believes in guns.
She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle.
She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip.
She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.

Sarah believes in God.
That is of course her right, her private right.

But when God and Guns come together in the public sector,
when war is declared in God’s name,
when the rights ofwomen are
denied in his name,
that is the end of separation of church and
state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters.

I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands.

This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S.,
but of the planet.

It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth
or make it forever uninhabitable for humans.

It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world
or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack.

It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning
or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction.

It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare
or whether we build more and more methods of killing.

It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society
or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don’t move you to go
and do everything in your power to get Obama elected,
then consider the chant that filled the hall
after Palin spoke at the RNC,
“Drill Drill Drill.”

I think of teeth when I think of drills.

I think of rape.

I think of destruction.

I think of domination.

I think of military exercises
that force mindless repetition,
emptying the brain of analysis,
doubt, ambiguity or dissent.

I think of pain.

Do we want a future of drilling?

More holes in the ozone,
in the floor of the sea,
more holes in our thinking,
in the trust between nations and peoples,
more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?

Eve Ensler

Wat te doen met een tiran?

Wat te doen met een tiran?


De eerste keizer van china  had een droom:  een verenigd land, volk en taal.
En om dat ideaal te bereiken ging hij over lijken:
Dissidenten filosofen werden levend begraven, dissidente litteratuur werdt verbrandt, afwijkend geschrift werd vernietigd, ander culturen werden gedwongen geassimileerd.
Hij koos voor unificatie, unicultuur ten koste van multicultuur.

Meerdere moordaanslagen werden tegen hem beraamd, maar heel beroemd is de aanslag van Jing Ke die bekend is om zijn uitspraak: ‘snijdende wind, bevriest de rivier Yi. de held steekt over, en keert niet weder’
De aanslag mislukte, maar het heldendom van Jing Ke zal voor de generaties bewaard blijven.

De eerste keizer streefde naar eeuwig leven, en stierf aan de ‘onsterfelijkheids-medicijnen’ die cinnaber bevatten.
Opstanden braken uit in het rijk, de tombe werd geplunderd, het eerste keizerrijk viel binnen een generatie uiteen.

De geschiedenis herhaalt zich:
Megalomane wereldleiders doen pogingen om hun vizioen van een Nieuwe Wereldorde op te leggen aan de rest van de wereld terwijl zogenaamde terroristen verzet plegen.

Wanneer staat er een held op, die de tiran een halt toeroept?