The Things That Divide Us

The Things That Divide Us — the games we play in our heads make it difficult for us to be truly in contact with others.

things that divide us

Politics, south of the border

This political commentary will be brief, but I just can’t resist… after the inane comments about the US banning Syrian refugees (Canada is still on track to accept 25,000), I just wanted to say… yikes!

OK, so a couple of the Republican guys do want to import Syrian Christians, because, not terrorists. Jeb! figures he can just tell which ones are Christians, but can’t explain how. A mystery.

But here’s the thing about Christians not being, well, bad: The KKK= Christian terrorists, and very bad dressers. Then, there are the endless, almost weekly mass murderers (malls, theatres, schools, etc.); pretty much all white guys, and I assume, many are / were Christians.

The Republicans don’t want to import terrorists. But hey, the US (and Canada) have survived:

The Italian Mafia
The Irish Mafia
The Triads
The Yakuza
The Drug Cartels
The Russian Mob
etc., etc.

In other words, each wave of immigration has brought with it masses of great, wonderful people, and an underbelly of violent assholes. That’s been the history of immigration.

My great-grandfather came from Ireland in the the middle 1800s, and Irish discrimination was rife. He had needed skills (machinist) and was tolerated, but my grandmother remembers being called “Lace Curtain Irish.” It means, trying to fit in, and not knowing one’s place. Because, Irish.

The solution is not to slam the borders shut, and hope for the best. It’s to provide a welcome, and to help refugees to become integrated into our societies.

Anyway, enough, other than to provide a bit of a picture, and to shake my head, once again, over the way things are in the land of the free.

Back to our regularly scheduled content

But not really. I mention the above as a reminder to myself, because, when it comes to Conservative politics, I can be so very judgemental. Don’t get me started on Stevie Harper, or, shifting borders, Donnie Trump. So, I work hard at getting over myself and sticking to easily demonstrable facts.

Being judgemental is an issue for a lot of people.

special
I’m really, really special…

Especially people on some form of path. Many were the clients, for example, who were into “new-agey” things in the 90’s, and many were the games they played. All having to do with how others should do what they wanted them to, because of their self-declared spiritual advancement.

Others weren’t cooperating, and they wanted me to “fix their affirmations.”

I used to question their motives and understandings, and they’d get angry, because they knew they were spiritual beings. Just knew it. One woman started off with what she wanted to work on in a session, and what she was confidently describing was actually quite off. I briefly suggested this, and she held up her hand. “Don’t confuse me with the facts!,” sayeth she.

It’s difficult not to point one’s finger at those we disagree with, and condemn them solely on the basis of our preconceived notions. In high dudgeon, we judge, and sniff, and blame.

Silly of us, really.

The old saw about keeping your nose on your side of the fence (or argument) is a good one. Working on yourself–your understandings, your flaws, your confusions, is the work of a lifetime. Much, much harder than blaming others.

So, today’s lesson, really, is to take it all with a grain of salt, and keep your eyes focussed on your feet, your path, your issues. Have an opinion, be kind, and save the self-righteousness for another time. 


About the Author: Wayne C. Allen is the web\‘s Simple Zen Guy. Wayne was a Private Practice Counsellor in Ontario until June of 2013. Wayne is the author of five books, the latest being The. Best. Relationship. Ever. See: –The Phoenix Centre Press

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