<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:58:22.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin's Insane Ramblings to his Mule</title><subtitle type='html'>My odd thoughts on spirituality and religion.... mostly prescription drug fuelled rants, for discerning gentle folk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-5659467758008163281</id><published>2007-07-25T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:52:18.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Celeb look alikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/90/05/22/900522_452321bb5c7a64u7g56r30.JPG" width="500" height="578" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-5659467758008163281?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/5659467758008163281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=5659467758008163281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/5659467758008163281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/5659467758008163281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2007/07/heritage-celeb-look-alikes.html' title='Heritage Celeb look alikes...'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-116195104811210895</id><published>2006-10-27T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:10:48.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance Redux</title><content type='html'>Something that sort of crept up on me over the past few days was sparked by one of Brother Maurice of Far Indianapolis about 'Love without Approval',  which is somewhat confusingly called '&lt;a href="http://www.mauricebroaddus.com/2006/10/acceptance.htm"&gt;Acceptance'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stumbling block, for this reader at least, is this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's harder to love those who have quirks, who are weird, or who aren't real likeable. It's a true test to love your enemies. Yet it is here that is the measure of our faith, of who and what we say we're about. Acceptance is tough. It is difficult to embrace everything as a gift. Actually, I think we confuse acceptance with a lot of things that it doesn't do. You can't reject someone (or an idea) and accept it at the same time. You'd think that would be an obvious thing to state, yet look at how 'hate the sin and love the sinner' practically works itself out. Indifference, resignation, or partial/begruding acceptance is not acceptance. It might be 'not caring' but that's not the same as acceptance. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nor is acceptance approval. I think that is a key hang up that people have. That if I 'accept' a person or their worldview that's the same as (tacit) approval of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with almost all of that passage, apart from the red bit. The problem is, at least for me, that acceptance with 'disapproval' isn't 'acceptance'. It's raking up one's own ego as a condition of 'acceptance'.  Soon as the ego gets in there, both judgement, and an inherent idea of superiority, which may or may not be justified, turns up sere and pinched to dance a ghastly quadrille. Then you may as well just 'not care', in fact, to me, apathy is a far better alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was, 'Now go, and sin no more' a reproof, or a piece of advice?  Who knows... the woman at the well appears to be a fragment of lost context, but looking at Jesus ministry, the people who were with him he seemed to take as he found, so it could well just have been a farewell 'Well, don't let me keep you, and don't do anything I wouldn't do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't see that 'acceptance' with any rider can be but judgement in a party frock. And what did the Son of Man have to say about judging folk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-116195104811210895?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/116195104811210895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=116195104811210895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/116195104811210895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/116195104811210895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/10/acceptance-redux.html' title='Acceptance Redux'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-116087970064401456</id><published>2006-10-15T03:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:35:00.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Douglas-Klotz</title><content type='html'>Dr Douglas-Klotz is a student of Aramaic and Sufi teacher. He's done several works on Christianity, looking specifically at the Peshetta Scriptures of the Coptic Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd been introduced to his work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; being introduced to the 'high' Christalogical nonsense they teach  as  'fact'  (virgin birth, moving stars, dumb moves for tax purposes, the physical resurrection, the Trinity... stuff I'd more or less fully rejected before the age of 7) I'd probably be a Christian today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shades of meaning in Aramaic, coupled with the insights that would have been alien to a Middle Eastern mind set of the first century, make a whole lot of sense. Much of what is now called Christian would be unrecognisable to a 1st century Jew, since it's mostly Greek thought on balance of opposites rather than the unity ideas espoused by the limits of the Aramaic language. There is no concept of internal and external, spirit and flesh being together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an eye opener on a nearly wholly alien mind set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-116087970064401456?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/116087970064401456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=116087970064401456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/116087970064401456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/116087970064401456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/10/neil-douglas-klotz.html' title='Neil Douglas-Klotz'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115421500342557793</id><published>2006-07-30T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:16:43.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Martin Luther King Jr.</title><content type='html'>Simply because too much is just about the right amount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A time comes when silence is betrayal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Education which stops with efficiency may prove the greatest menace to society. The most dangerous criminal may be the man gifted with reason but with no morals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody can be great... because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgiveness is not an occasional act; it is a permanent attitude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It cause him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a man is called a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morality cannot be legislated, but behavior can be regulated. Judicial decrees may not change the heart, but they can restrain the heartless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon ...which cuts without wounding and enables the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing pains some people more than having to think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace is not the absence of war, but the presence of justice &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115421500342557793?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115421500342557793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115421500342557793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115421500342557793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115421500342557793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='More Martin Luther King Jr.'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115157588386673891</id><published>2006-06-29T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:24:48.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans.</title><content type='html'>I was just reading over the Amplified Bible version of Romans 1 20-32 (as I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-AMP-27949" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="en-AMP-27949" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;For ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature and attributes, that is, His eternal power and divinity, have been made intelligible and clearly discernible in and through the things that have been made (His handiworks). So [men] are without excuse [altogether without any defence or justification],&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=45#cen-AMP-27949B" title="See cross-reference B"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27950" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;Because when they knew and recognized Him as God, they did not honour and glorify Him as God or give Him thanks. But instead they became futile and &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=45#fen-AMP-27950c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;godless in their thinking [with vain imaginings, foolish reasoning, and stupid speculations] and their senseless minds were darkened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27951" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;Claiming to be wise, they became fools [professing to be smart, they made simpletons of themselves].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27952" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;And by them the glory and majesty and excellence of the immortal God were exchanged for and represented by images, resembling mortal man and birds and beasts and reptiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27953" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their [own] hearts to sexual impurity, to the dishonouring of their bodies among themselves [abandoning them to the degrading power of sin],&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27954" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;Because they exchanged the truth of God for a lie and worshipped and served the creature rather than the Creator, Who is blessed forever! Amen (so be it).&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=45#cen-AMP-27954C" title="See cross-reference C"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27955" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;For this reason God gave them over and abandoned them to vile affections and degrading passions. For their women exchanged their natural function for an unnatural and abnormal one,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27956" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;And the men also turned from natural relations with women and were set ablaze (burning out, consumed) with lust for one another--men committing shameful acts with men and suffering in their own &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=45#fen-AMP-27956d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;bodies and personalities the inevitable consequences and penalty of their wrong-doing and going astray, which was [their] fitting retribution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27957" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;And so, since they did not see fit to acknowledge God or approve of Him or consider Him worth the knowing, God gave them over to a base and condemned mind to do things not proper or decent but loathsome,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27958" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;Until they were filled (permeated and saturated) with every kind of unrighteousness, iniquity, grasping and covetous greed, and malice. [They were] full of envy and jealousy, murder, strife, deceit and treachery, ill will and cruel ways. [They were] secret backbiters and gossipers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27959" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;Slanderers, hateful to and hating God, full of insolence, arrogance, [and] boasting; inventors of new forms of evil, disobedient and undutiful to parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27960" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;[They were] without understanding, conscienceless and faithless, heartless and loveless [and] merciless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span id="en-AMP-27961" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;Though they are fully aware of God's righteous decree that those who do such things deserve to die, they not only do them themselves but approve and applaud others who practice them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OK, what of it?", I hear you cry. "Tis the the heart of doctrine and you're using the wrong version... "&lt;/p&gt;Reading it over without taking note of what one is told it means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clearly about the state of things in Rome at that time, not a great and good notice on all time, unless I've missed the Temple 'whores' and the mutilation cults in the present day (Rom 1:26:27) . The abnormal role for women, in Paul's book (specifically in Timothy) seems to be not bare foot, pregnant, in the kitchen and silent, so women teachers would be 'abnormal and unnatural'. There was also the tail end of the mystery cults of the Magna Mater and Attys to consider, where ritual emasculation and mutilation were part of the religion (with a sacrament similar to, but less symbolic than, the Christian one). That covers "suffering in their own &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;version=45#fen-AMP-27956d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;bodies and personalities" very well. Also, the use of drugs to aid possession and scyring, as well as fuelling the  Roman 'Bacchanals'  were common. Usually belladonna family, the effects being disassociation, hallucinations and, quite literally, a burning sensation in the privates, which was arousing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking form the social context of the letter, Paul is having a square go at two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Women in power. A repeating theme as one of Paul's bete noire. But that is wholly in line with Peter's attitude as outlined in the Apocryphal Gospel of Thomas and the Apocryphal Gospel of the Magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;2) Drug fuelled lust and mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading over Romans with my best historian's eye, that's the best I can come up with, But I am now pressing agin 1600 years of dogma about Paul's 'intent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only intent that can really be imputed would be the historical conditions in Rome at the time Paul was being scribed. Since we don't know what the letter that this responded to contained, some of the over all context is lost, but what we know of Roman society around that period, my context is probably as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up people. It doesn't mean what you've been told!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115157588386673891?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115157588386673891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115157588386673891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115157588386673891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115157588386673891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/romans.html' title='Romans.'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115157424061972038</id><published>2006-06-29T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:44:00.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom of Dr Martin Luther King Jr.</title><content type='html'>These don't need me to expand upon. Each is a jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cowardice asks the question, Is it safe?&lt;br /&gt;Expediency asks the question, Is it politic?&lt;br /&gt;Vanity asks the question, Is it popular?&lt;br /&gt;But conscience asks the question, Is it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him that it is right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;In struggling for human dignity the oppressed people of the world must not allow themselves to become bitter or indulge in hate campaigns. To retaliate with hate and bitterness would do nothing but intensify the hate in the world. Along the way of life, someone must have sense enough and morality enough to cut off the chain of hate. This can be done only by projecting the ethics of love to the center of our lives. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;"The ultimate test of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and moments of convenience, but where he stands in moments of challenge and moments of controversy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115157424061972038?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115157424061972038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115157424061972038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115157424061972038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115157424061972038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/wisdom-of-dr-martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='The Wisdom of Dr Martin Luther King Jr.'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115143247910978708</id><published>2006-06-27T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:33:03.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine and the Soul - Caution Graphic content!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you suffer classical migraines, but they have a way of engendering  a level of humility in the face on one's fragility and place in the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be arrogant, sitting, at three am, blind, in one's own excrement and vomit, reduced for the moment to infancy or dotage. If you can rise out of the pain and the stench, you hear the silence that having one's ego stripped from one gives. And in a strange way, it's comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A divine, watchful silence, with which you are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're dragged back to the place of pain and stink and degradation to try to throw the contents of a now empty stomach down the toilet bowl. Then it passes and you can go back to the silence, beyond the pain, the smell, the noise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the silence you meet who you are. Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. John of the Cross ,eat yer heart out! :D To qualify that comment, I was first diagnosed with migraine aged 7. I'm now 41. I lost a lot of my childhood to migraines, when I wasn't caring for my mother.  So 34 glorious years. One gets practised in finding a way through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pointless dressing the reality in a party frock. It's painful and sometimes you lose control of bodily function, up to and including a full bowel motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't pull your mind into a 'better' place you let it win. Sometimes it wins. Last night I ended up winning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115143247910978708?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115143247910978708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115143247910978708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115143247910978708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115143247910978708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/migraine-and-soul-caution-graphic.html' title='Migraine and the Soul - Caution Graphic content!'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115119395646006879</id><published>2006-06-25T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:09:43.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To Louise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.godmademegay.com/Letter.htm"&gt;The Letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much I can say about this. If there had been more of this in the Church of Christ and less of what I've seen, and been on the pointy end of, I'd probably be Christian now, rather than what I have become. Even though the guy is a Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the last line to Bruce W. Lowe... A man with whom I will probably never agree with, but I think I can say I both respect and admire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...[H]ow can we sinners, we great sinners, say anything to gays or lesbians or anybody who wants to worship and work with us except, "You say you love the Lord and want to serve him. We do, too. Come be a part of our fellowship of worship and study and work. We are all such sinners in God's sight we need one another and we can help and support one another. We are not here to judge one another's sins; we are here to love one another as brothers and sisters in Christ as we make our Christian pilgrimage."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115119395646006879?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115119395646006879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115119395646006879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115119395646006879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115119395646006879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter-to-louise.html' title='A Letter To Louise.'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-115037507408402932</id><published>2006-06-15T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:37:54.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Roger...</title><content type='html'>and I have an anger management problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that the first step to resolving a problem is to admit you have it. So, to my motley collection of readers out there, I admit it. It's almost certainly NOT come as a shock to any of you, other than mild surprise I can admit to being anything less than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it began is a reason, not an excuse, and it's a behaviour that has out lived it usefulness. It's just a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... time to put into practice all the training I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fail from time to time, and, being my own harshest critic, I will beat myself up over it. however, there is always the next 'day' to start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-115037507408402932?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/115037507408402932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=115037507408402932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115037507408402932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/115037507408402932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-name-is-roger.html' title='My name is Roger...'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114950013521062221</id><published>2006-06-05T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:17:26.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Harley's Dictionary #2</title><content type='html'>Close-minded - Applied to a person who deliberately refuses to see the manifest and universal truth of one's stance (see 'Moron', 'Apostate', 'Heretic', 'Zealot' and 'Pharisee').&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114950013521062221?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114950013521062221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114950013521062221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114950013521062221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114950013521062221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/06/grandpa-harleys-dictionary-2.html' title='Grandpa Harley&apos;s Dictionary #2'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114825056787132088</id><published>2006-05-21T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:29:27.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Harley's Dictionary #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conservative - &lt;sub&gt;1&lt;/sub&gt;A person with a pallid pink brain that waits to be offended and then complains loudly that something has gone beyond their milk toast sensibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;Someone with a surgically removed sense of humour and perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt; An anally retentive individual that was toilet trained at gun point with lots of shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;A belief set that means one knows what the Lord would do if he had the facts of the matter (see 'Fanatic')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;5&lt;/sub&gt;A person who, having no imagination, thinks no-one else should have one either and will kill to maintain that belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114825056787132088?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114825056787132088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114825056787132088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114825056787132088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114825056787132088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/05/grandpa-harleys-dictionary-1.html' title='Grandpa Harley&apos;s Dictionary #1'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114820734452471079</id><published>2006-05-21T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:29:04.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Theology and myth</title><content type='html'>First up, one of my Ambrose Bierce moments led to this pithy comment in a conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Theology - The science of trying to work out what God thinks. Physics for the mathematically challenged or follower of Aristotle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Which struck a few harmonics about ego, resulting in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[The addition of ego results in] my preference for the non-Theist God. That way we're not making God in our image, which seems to be the point of Theology, making a god we're comfortable with. Even the most despotic OT versions of God are comfortably human, since we understand jealousy and anger. We can't grasp a non-intelligent god.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which then led to a musing on the point of myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; If Jesus had whelped 35 bastard offspring, spent every night buggering John the Beloved and it was Simon who got nailed to the cross, it really doesn't change the myth, since that what it is... myth. Myths don't NEED to be true, they just are. It's when folk try to prove them was correct in every Jot and Tittle you end up with some of the MAJOR arseholes on The OOZE calling everyone heretic and flouncing off if people can't see their innate wisdom to return in 48 hours as though they'd not made a great long exit speech about how everyone hates them. [Any OOZE regulars will] know who I'm talking about there.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why does the modern mind have such a problem with 'myth'. There is minimal evidence that the Greeks or the Romans believed in the literal existence of their man-Gods as anything more than illustrative of a principle. Same with the Northern European pantheon. People seemed to grasp that they were worshipping an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt;, not God's only little boy in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114820734452471079?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114820734452471079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114820734452471079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114820734452471079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114820734452471079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/05/theology-and-myth.html' title='Theology and myth'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114790841212844588</id><published>2006-05-17T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:31:00.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabe, Foley and Schindler</title><content type='html'>Three men... one a German, one Britsh, one a Pole. Two card carying Nazis, one of whom beleived that Hitler was Germany's last best hope and was declared a living Buddha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Rabe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(from Wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/1600/Johnrabe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/200/Johnrabe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_23" title="November 23"&gt;November 23&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1882" title="1882"&gt;1882&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_5" title="January 5"&gt;January 5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1950" title="1950"&gt;1950&lt;/a&gt;) was a German businessman who rescued more than 250,000 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt; from slaughter during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanjing_Massacre" title="Nanjing Massacre"&gt;Nanjing Massacre&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Born in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamburg" title="Hamburg"&gt;Hamburg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany" title="Germany"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt;, Rabe pursued a career in business and went to Africa for several years. In 1908 he left for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, and in 1910 he began work for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siemens_AG" title="Siemens AG"&gt;Siemens AG&lt;/a&gt; China Corporation in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijing" title="Beijing"&gt;Beijing&lt;/a&gt; and later &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanjing" title="Nanjing"&gt;Nanjing&lt;/a&gt;. During the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_Massacre" title="Nanking Massacre"&gt;siege of Nanjing&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_22" title="November 22"&gt;November 22&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1937" title="1937"&gt;1937&lt;/a&gt;, Rabe, along with other foreign nationals, organized the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Committee" title="International Committee"&gt;International Committee&lt;/a&gt; and drew up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanjing_Safety_Zone" title="Nanjing Safety Zone"&gt;Nanjing Safety Zone&lt;/a&gt; to provide Chinese refugees with food and shelter upon the impending &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; slaughter. The zones were located on all of the foreign &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embassy" title="Embassy"&gt;embassies&lt;/a&gt; and at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanjing_University" title="Nanjing University"&gt;Nanjing University&lt;/a&gt;. Rabe also opened up his properties to help 650 more refugees. The following massacre would kill more than 250,000 people, while Rabe and his zone administrators tried frantically to stop the atrocities. Although he tried to appeal to the Japanese by using his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_party" title="Nazi party"&gt;Nazi&lt;/a&gt; membership credentials, this had little effect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_28" title="February 28"&gt;February 28&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1938" title="1938"&gt;1938&lt;/a&gt; Rabe left Nanjing, travelling to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai" title="Shanghai"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/a&gt; and then back to Germany. He showed films and photographs of Japanese atrocities in lecture presentations in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin" title="Berlin"&gt;Berlin&lt;/a&gt; and wrote to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Hitler" title="Adolf Hitler"&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;/a&gt; to use his influence to persuade the Japanese to stop any more inhumane violence. However, Rabe was detained and interrogated by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gestapo" title="Gestapo"&gt;Gestapo&lt;/a&gt;. Due to the intervention of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siemens_AG" title="Siemens AG"&gt;Siemens AG&lt;/a&gt;, he was released. He was allowed to keep evidence of the massacre, excluding the film, but was not allowed to lecture or write on the subject. Rabe would continue working for Siemens, which posted him briefly to the safety of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afghanistan" title="Afghanistan"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/a&gt;. Until 1945 Rabe worked in the Berlin headquarter of the company.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the war, Rabe was denounced for his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_Party" title="Nazi Party"&gt;Nazi Party&lt;/a&gt; membership and arrested by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russia" title="Russia"&gt;Russians&lt;/a&gt; first and then by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Kingdom" title="United Kingdom"&gt;British&lt;/a&gt;. However, following investigations exonerated him of any wrongdoing. He was formally "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denazification" title="Denazification"&gt;de-Nazified&lt;/a&gt;" by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allies" title="Allies"&gt;Allies&lt;/a&gt; in June &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1946" title="1946"&gt;1946&lt;/a&gt; but lived in poverty. Rabe was partly supported by the monthly food and money parcels sent by the Chinese government for his actions during the Rape of Nanjing. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1950" title="1950"&gt;1950&lt;/a&gt;, Rabe died of a stroke. In 1997 his tombstone was moved from Berlin to Nanjing where it received a place of honour at the massacre memorial site.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His war-time diaries are published in English as &lt;i&gt;The Good Man of Nanking&lt;/i&gt; (original German title: &lt;i&gt;Der gute Deutsche von Nanking&lt;/i&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375701974" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375701974"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Wiki)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/1600/frank_foley_203x152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/200/frank_foley_203x152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain &lt;b&gt;Francis (Frank) Edward Foley&lt;/b&gt; (1884 in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highbridge%2C_Somerset" title="Highbridge, Somerset"&gt;Highbridge, Somerset&lt;/a&gt; – 1958 in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stourbridge" title="Stourbridge"&gt;Stourbridge&lt;/a&gt;) was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Kingdom" title="United Kingdom"&gt;British&lt;/a&gt; secret service agent. According to (see [&lt;a href="http://www.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/HistoricalHighbridge/page4.html" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/HistoricalHighbridge/page4.html"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;]), he was a Roman Catholic of Irish descent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the 1930s, Foley worked as a passport control officer in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin" title="Berlin"&gt;Berlin&lt;/a&gt; as cover for his role as head of the British &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Intelligence_Service" title="Secret Intelligence Service"&gt;Secret Intelligence Service&lt;/a&gt; (MI6) station in the city, acquiring key details of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany" title="Germany"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt; military research and development.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He is primarily remembered as a "British &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Schindler" title="Oscar Schindler"&gt;Schindler&lt;/a&gt;". Using his cover as a Passport Control Officer in Berlin during the 1920s and 30s, he helped thousands of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jew" title="Jew"&gt;Jews&lt;/a&gt; escape from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazism" title="Nazism"&gt;Nazi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany" title="Germany"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt;. At the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961" title="1961"&gt;1961&lt;/a&gt; trial of former ranking Nazi &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Eichmann" title="Adolf Eichmann"&gt;Adolf Eichmann&lt;/a&gt;, he was described as a "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarlet_Pimpernel" title="Scarlet Pimpernel"&gt;Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/a&gt;" for the way he risked his own life to save Jews threatened with death by the Nazis. Despite having no diplomatic immunity and being liable to arrest at any time, Foley went into internment camps to get Jews out, hid them in his home, and helped them get forged passports. Or, whilst pretending to do his job stamping passports and issuing visas, he would simply bend the rules to allow Jews to escape "legally" to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britain" title="Britain"&gt;Britain&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palestine_%28region%29" title="Palestine (region)"&gt;Palestine&lt;/a&gt;, which was then controlled by the British. One Jewish aid worker estimated that he saved "tens of thousands" of people from the Holocaust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the war Foley retired to Stourbridge, a town in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Country" title="Black Country"&gt;Black Country&lt;/a&gt;, where he died in 1958; he is buried at Stourbridge Crematorium. In October 1999 he was accorded the status of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Righteous_Among_the_Nations" title="Righteous Among the Nations"&gt;Righteous Among the Nations&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel" title="Israel"&gt;Israel&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yad_Vashem" title="Yad Vashem"&gt;Yad Vashem&lt;/a&gt;. In 2004 a remembrance plaque was dedicated to him at the entrance to Stourbridge's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Mary_Stevens_Park&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Mary Stevens Park"&gt;Mary Stevens Park&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.stourbridge.com/htm/frnfoley.htm" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.stourbridge.com/htm/frnfoley.htm"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; The following year volunteers from Highbridge, Foley's birthplace, raised money to erect their own tribute. A statue was commissioned from sculptor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jonathan_Sells&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Jonathan Sells"&gt;Jonathan Sells&lt;/a&gt; and unveiled on the anniversary of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VE_Day" title="VE Day"&gt;VE Day&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/somerset/content/articles/2005/05/05/frank_foley_statue_unveiled_feature.shtml" class="external text" title="http://www.bbc.co.uk/somerset/content/articles/2005/05/05/frank_foley_statue_unveiled_feature.shtml"&gt;Highbridge honours Frank Foley with statue&lt;/a&gt;, BBC, 5 May 2005)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oskar Schindler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/1600/oskar_schindler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8021/1377/320/oskar_schindler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_28" title="April 28"&gt;April 28&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1908" title="1908"&gt;1908&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_9" title="October 9"&gt;October 9&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1974" title="1974"&gt;1974&lt;/a&gt;) was an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Industrialist" title="Industrialist"&gt;industrialist&lt;/a&gt; who saved his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jew" title="Jew"&gt;Jewish&lt;/a&gt; workers from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust" title="The Holocaust"&gt;the Holocaust&lt;/a&gt;. He saved up to 1,200 employed Jews by having them work in his enamelware and munitions factories located in what is now &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poland" title="Poland"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czech_Republic" title="Czech Republic"&gt;Czech Republic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An opportunistic businessman, he was one of many who sought to profit from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_invasion_of_Poland" title="German invasion of Poland"&gt;German invasion of Poland&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1939" title="1939"&gt;1939&lt;/a&gt;. Schindler cheaply acquired a factory in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krak%C3%B3w" title="Kraków"&gt;Kraków&lt;/a&gt;, which he renamed &lt;i&gt;Deutsche Emaillewaren-Fabrik&lt;/i&gt;, or DEF, to manufacture enamelware. He obtained around 1,300 Jewish slave labourers to work there with the help of his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jew" title="Jew"&gt;Jewish&lt;/a&gt; accountant &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Itzhak_Stern" title="Itzhak Stern"&gt;Itzhak Stern&lt;/a&gt;. When Stern and Schindler were first introduced to each other, Schindler held out his hand. Stern declined to take it. When Schindler asked why, he explained that he was a Jew and it was forbidden for a Jew to shake a German's hand. Schindler answered with a Teutonic (German) expletive: "Scheiße" (&lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;). Stern could tell from the start that this was no ordinary German. Initially he may have been motivated by money — hiding wealthy Jewish investors, for instance — but later he began shielding his workers without regard to cost. He would, for instance, claim that unskilled workers were essential to the factory. Harming his workers would result in complaints and demands for compensation from the government. Schindler was arrested three times during the war, once even for just kissing a young Jewish girl on the cheek. His second arrest was by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gestapo" title="Gestapo"&gt;Gestapo&lt;/a&gt; for black market activities. Today it is known that Schindler was an &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abwehr" title="Abwehr"&gt;Abwehr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; agent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While witnessing a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1942" title="1942"&gt;1942&lt;/a&gt; raid on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krak%C3%B3w_Ghetto" title="Kraków Ghetto"&gt;Kraków Ghetto&lt;/a&gt;, where soldiers were used to ship the ghetto inhabitants to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concentration_camp" title="Concentration camp"&gt;concentration camp&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plaszow" title="Plaszow"&gt;Plaszow&lt;/a&gt;, Schindler was appalled by the murder of many Jews whom he had tried to hide. He was a very persuasive individual, and after the raid, increasingly used all his skills to protect his &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schindlerjuden" title="Schindlerjuden"&gt;Schindlerjuden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Schindler's Jews). Schindler went out of his way to take good care of the Jews who worked at DEF, often calling on his legendary charm and ingratiating manner to help his workers get out of difficult situations. Once, says author Eric Silver in &lt;i&gt;The Book of the Just&lt;/i&gt;, "Two Gestapo men came to his office and demanded that he hand over a family of five who had bought forged Polish identity papers. 'Three hours after they walked in,' Schindler said, 'two drunk Gestapo men reeled out of my office without their prisoners and without the incriminating documents they had demanded'". Schindler also reportedly began to smuggle children out of the ghetto, delivering them to Polish nuns, who either hid them from the Nazis, or claimed they were Christian orphans. He arranged with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amon_G%C3%B6th" title="Amon Göth"&gt;Amon Göth&lt;/a&gt;, the commander of Plaszow, for 900 Jews to be transferred to an adjacent factory compound where they would be relatively safe from the depredations of the German guards. Schindler was arrested twice on suspicion of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conspiracy_%28crime%29" title="Conspiracy (crime)"&gt;conspiracy&lt;/a&gt;, but managed both times to avoid being jailed. Schindler would typically bribe government officials to avoid investigation. When the advance of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Army" title="Red Army"&gt;Red Army&lt;/a&gt; threatened to liberate the concentration camps, almost all were destroyed and a majority of the inmates murdered. Schindler, however, moved 1,200 "workers" to a factory at Brněnec-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Br%C3%BCnnlitz" title="Brünnlitz"&gt;Brünnlitz&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protectorate_of_Bohemia_and_Moravia" title="Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia"&gt;Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia&lt;/a&gt; in October &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1944" title="1944"&gt;1944&lt;/a&gt;. When one shipment of his workers was misrouted to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auschwitz" title="Auschwitz"&gt;Auschwitz&lt;/a&gt;, he managed to have them returned to him at an extremely hefty price. Brněnec was liberated in May &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945" title="1945"&gt;1945&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;He died penniless in 1974, and was buried, as he'd requested, in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three very disparate men. Men who, without side or cynicism, I admire. They did what they knew to be the right thing to do. In other places or times, they may never have been anything more than husbands, fathers, industrial drones or, in Schindler's case, a confidnece trickster. In war, they found something greater. I was asked why I was interested in Rabe, but the answer extends to these men too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rabe is one of the rare birds, like Foley or Schindler, who shakes my faith in the essential venality of humanity. Men, who had nothing to gain and everything to lose, doing what they knew to be right. I read Schindler's Ark (as it was called in the UK) when I was 15. I like to be reminded that nobility is possible, and folk will do what is good, rather than what is expedient. There are people who will swim against the tide for a principle, despite the risk of imprisonment, torture, or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabe was probably the best of the ones I have listed, although Foley was a man of iron will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabe stuck to his principles to the end, despite threats, despite ruination. The man was a living Buddha to the victims of Nanking, an atrocity we can't discuss, unlike the final solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad for 'business'. The Japanese refuse to acknowledge any part of it, and quietly re-write their history to white wash Nanking, The Burma Railway,  the infamous Unit 731, "Comfort" Women and a thousand other half told horrors of the rise of Japan from 1933 to 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There again, Lady Justice has always had an eye for a man in uniform and expensive tastes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men like Rabe give me hope in a world where 'hero' means 'sponsored by Nike'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114790841212844588?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114790841212844588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114790841212844588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114790841212844588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114790841212844588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/05/rabe-foley-and-schindler.html' title='Rabe, Foley and Schindler'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114622528851546149</id><published>2006-04-28T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:54:48.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics.</title><content type='html'>I was looking around for uptake stats on other religions and found this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adherents.com/Religions_By_Adherents.html"&gt;Major Religions Ranked By Size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the same place that most groups get their figures from. Which is interesting when you analyse who they say are 'Christian'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For statistical purposes: Groups which self-identify as part of Christianity include (but are not limited to): African Independent Churches (AICs), the Aglipayan Church, Amish, Anglicans, Armenian Apostolic, Assemblies of God; Baptists, Calvary Chapel, Catholics, Christadelphians, Christian Science, the Community of Christ, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints ("Mormons"), Coptic Christians, Eastern Orthodox churches, Ethiopian Orthodox, Evangelicals, Iglesia ni Cristo, Jehovah's Witnesses, the Local Church, Lutherans, Methodists, Monophysites, Nestorians, the New Apostolic Church, Pentecostals, Plymouth Brethren, Presbyterians, the Salvation Army, Seventh-Day Adventists, Shakers, Stone-Campbell churches (Disciples of Christ; Churches of Christ; the "Christian Church and Churches of Christ"; the International Church of Christ); Uniate churches, United Church of Christ/Congregationalists, the Unity Church, Universal Church of the Kingdom of God, Vineyard churches and others. These groups exhibit varying degrees of similarity, cooporation, communion, etc. with other groups. None are known to consider all other Christian sub-groups to be equally valid. David Barrett, an Evangelical Christian who is the compiler of religion statistics for the Encyclopaedia Britannica and the World Christian Encyclopaedia, includes all of the groups listed above in the worldwide statistics for Christianity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormon pass muster as Christians for statistical purposes? How? Based on the commonality, they may as well include Hindu and Islam in there since both venerate Christ (some Hindus believe he is another Avatar of Vishnu, and so you will often find icons on Indian shrines, along with Sikh gurus and Pitman) Quakers used to be Christian , but are now wholly negotiable. Christian Scientists are a strange inclusion, since they are also not adherents to 'minimal requirment' Christianity, as espoused by the more 'Orthodox'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam wouldn't wholly claim Sufi as Islamic (they do their damnedest to wipe it out...either by passing laws or just straight recourse to mass graves) and a lot of Sufis claim what is Islam isn't Islam at all, but a Heresy on the words of the Prophet (BBHN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on veneration, Christianity could be ascribed as a branch of Hindu thought (the Trinity making it a pseudo polytheist religion, more akin to Hindu or Sikh than Hebrew or Islam, both of which regard the Trinity as paganism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the 'self identity clause, a lot of New Age sects are 'Christian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... why use bad stats to prove a point? Even taking out the apostates, heretics and Godless Armenians, it's impressive, but even then there is so much Schism that I'm sure that each sect would burn the others without a thought... Not that Islam is better, just more up front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114622528851546149?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114622528851546149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114622528851546149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114622528851546149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114622528851546149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/lies-damned-lies-and-statistics.html' title='Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics.'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114579479724218741</id><published>2006-04-23T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:23:05.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Objects of Meditation #1 - Rabindranath Tagore</title><content type='html'>This is the first of an occasional series of writers who have affected the way I view the universe at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Greatest writer in modern Indian literature, Bengali poet, novelist, educator, and an early advocate of Independence for India. Tagore won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Two years later he was awarded the knighthood, but he surrendered it in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators. Tagore's influence over Gandhi and the founders of modern India was enormous, but his reputation in the West as a mystic has perhaps mislead his Western readers to ignore his role as a reformer and critic of colonialism.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose touch of the one in the play of the many."&lt;/b&gt; (from &lt;i&gt;Gitanjali&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="margin-right: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much of Tagore's ideology come from the teaching of the Upanishads and from his own beliefs that God can be found through personal purity and service to others. He stressed the need for new world order based on transnational values and ideas, the "unity consciousness." "The soil, in return for her service, keeps the tree tied to her; the sky asks nothing and leaves it free." Politically active in India, Tagore was a supporter of Gandhi, but warned of the dangers of nationalistic thought. Unable to gain ideological support to his views, he retired into relative solitude. Between the years 1916 and 1934 he travelled widely. From his journey to Japan in 1916 he produced articles and books. In 1927 he toured in South-east Asia. &lt;i&gt;Letters from Java&lt;/i&gt;, which first was serialized in &lt;i&gt;Vichitra&lt;/i&gt;, was issued as a book, JATRI, in 1929. His Majesty, Riza Shah Pahlavi, invited Tagore to Iran in 1932. On his journeys and lecture tours Tagore attempted to spread the ideal of uniting East and West. While in Japan he wrote: "The Japanese do not waste their energy in useless screaming and quarrelling, and because there is no waste of energy it is not found wanting when required. This calmness and fortitude of body and mind is part of their national self-realization." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tagore wrote his most important works in Bengali, but he often translated his poems into English. At the age of 70 Tagore took up painting. He was also a composer, settings hundreds of poems to music. Many of his poems are actually songs, and inseparable from their music. Tagore's 'Our Golden Bengal' became the national anthem of Bangladesh. Only hours before he died on August 7, in 1941, Tagore dictated his last poem. His written production, still not completely collected, fills nearly 30 substantial volumes. Tagore remained a well-known and popular author in the West until the end of the 1920s, but nowadays he is not so much read [outside India. In India he occupies a niche similar to Neruda in Latin America].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I encountered Tagore through the work of Deepak Chopra, who has provided an modern vernacular version of his favourite verses from Gitanjali and Prayer Songs . &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/060960564X/cabinetofwond-21"&gt;"On the Shores of Eternity"&lt;/a&gt; is probably more accessible to the modern reader than the original translation by Tagore himself, with the assistance of W.B. Yeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one hasn't encountered Tagore before, then one is in for a rare treat. I personally recommend&lt;a href="ttp://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/tagore/gitnjali.htm"&gt; Gitanjali&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/index.htm"&gt;Songs of Kabîr&lt;/a&gt;. The text &lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/tagore/sadh/index.htm"&gt;"Sadhana: The Realisation of Life"&lt;/a&gt;, although often lyrical in cast, is actually more of a syncretist  primer  on Hindu thought than poetry. Having said that, I have walked away from the book with a lot more than I brought to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore"&gt;Tagore on Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/tagore/index.htm"&gt;The Sacred Text Archive of Tagore's Poetry in the Public Domain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114579479724218741?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114579479724218741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114579479724218741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114579479724218741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114579479724218741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/objects-of-meditation-1-rabindranath.html' title='Objects of Meditation #1 - Rabindranath Tagore'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114570910674413093</id><published>2006-04-22T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:44:37.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supernatural</title><content type='html'>We live in a demon haunted world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do we. Falls of fish, strange vanishings, equally strange appearances, mysterious lights in the sky, people surviving the 'impossible' ,  spontaneous remissions of fatal diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these 'miracles and prodegies' unnatural, or is it jst we have a poor understanding of the universe and how it works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is statistical, and the devil lurks in the quantum soup that forms it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen electrons and their anti particle jump into existence and then annihilate itself, leaving a photon behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average energy of the system is 'zero' over time, but at any given time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; the energy of the system could be + or - any number of particles.  Matter jumps into existence from 'nothing' and returns to 'nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course is impossible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happens, all the time, everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is that 'supernatural', 'impossible', or just 'unlikely'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The observation is made that at our scale, Newton's laws fits the bill. That mistakes the map for the territory. Any object that has the energy to move disturbs the zero point field. At the leading edge of the motion vector, the object phases into being in the new postion and phases out of existence in the trailing edge. The sum of the probabilities over time is the thing that make Newton approximately work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tiny discrepancy between measured trajctories and predicted ones that was mopped up by Einstein's General Relativity Theory. It's so small that over human scale distances Newton suffices... If you want to land on the moon, then Newton mostly cuts it, if you want to get to Jupiter then you need adjustments on Newton from GR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent more years than i care to remember with my head in the far end of the normal distribution curve. I've seen things that are 'impossible'. And my conclusion; there is no such thing as 'impossible', simply the 'unlikely'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a QA metallurgist, working for an steel foundry. He says he earns his living dealing with stuff that the 'book' says is impossible.  By independent means, he's arrived at the same conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To state that something is 'impossible' is just bad science and is asking to be proved wrong. To say it's unlikely is far more accurate, and matches more of what we see 'out there' and in the mysteries that surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever fathom them? If we do, then we become as God. Which is where I think we're heading... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114570910674413093?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114570910674413093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114570910674413093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114570910674413093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114570910674413093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/supernatural.html' title='The Supernatural'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114553514793085603</id><published>2006-04-20T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:11:12.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Trinity doesn't do it for me...</title><content type='html'>I've been musing on the nature of the Trinity and to be honest, it seems the biggest pile of horse hockeys in an al ready messed up paradigm. I understand the concept, but I don't see the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why. A Denkwerk for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I am sitting watching TV in a room with my wife and and my mother. Thus I am Roger the"I" to me, Roger the Husband to my wife, and Roger the Son to my mum. Three natures, one being. Does that make me a trinity? Add my brother and a drinking buddy to the mix and you have Roger the Brother and Roger the Drinking Buddy. Now, I have a five fold nature. Someone comes to the door, selling double glazing. I now have a six fold nature since Roger the Disinterested In Double Glazing is there. I am always all of the these things... When alone, I am still a husband, son, brother, drinking buddy and someone who's not interested in double glazing, as well as what I call 'I'. Obviously I am not six in one. I'm just Roger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above is true, why then can't God just be God and him have different roles rather than the strange idea that God has to become God the Father to be our Heavenly Father, God the Son to walk among us, and God the Holy Spirit to stop us being damn dirty apes who can't do right for doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over engineered, and seemingly put there to test the faithful rather than add anything to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the orthodox definition of the trinity;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A three-fold personality existing in one divine being or substance; the union in one God of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit as three infinite, co-equal, co-eternal persons; one God in three persons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage a six fold personality in one being (I think I'm pretty divine, as does my wife)... Its definitely a single union of the above 6 (my lack of interest in double Glazing knows no bounds, so perhaps my other natures are infinite too). As to one god being in three persons (bodies) God is in a whole lot more than that... unless he's not omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the Trinity doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger the 6 in 1 (probably more)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114553514793085603?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114553514793085603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114553514793085603' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114553514793085603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114553514793085603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-trinity-doesnt-do-it-for-me.html' title='Why the Trinity doesn&apos;t do it for me...'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114540539035846875</id><published>2006-04-19T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:09:50.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Druss The Legend</title><content type='html'>This was delivered by David Gemmel in October 2000. It had some resonance for me, and his books have had a profound effect on the way I view life and how I treat other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've not read his work, you should. Let this introduce him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'There was this boy. He lived in fear. Not the tiny  fears of manhood, but the awesomely powerful, living, breathing fear that only  children can experience. He was different, this boy, from the other boys who  lived in this bomb damaged London Street some few years after World War Two. He  had no father. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Some of the other children had no father, but their  lack was honorable. Dad died in the war, you know. He was a hero. This boy's  lack was the subject of sly whispers from the adults, and open jeering from his  peers. This boy's mother was - the boy heard so many times - a whore. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Happily the boy was only six, and had no real  understanding of what the word meant. Anyway the word was less hurtful than the  blows that would follow it. Most of the blows came from other children, but  sometimes adults too would weigh in. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;It was all baffling to the child. What he knew was  that, before venturing out into the narrow streets and alleys, he had to peer  from the windows of the small apartment to see if there were other children  about. Only he didn't think of them as children. They were enemies, and he was  frightened. Fear was the ever present companion. Fear was grafted to him. The  journey to school was fraught with peril. The dark of the night brought fearful  dreams. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;His mother read him stories about heroes, and tried  to encourage him to stand up for himself. But stories were just words, and words  could not stop the punches, the pinches and the slaps.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;The boy never dreamed of heroes. Not until he met  one. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;It was a bright, cold morning and he was sitting on  a wall. One of the boys who made his life miserable ran up, shouting and  gesticulating. The boy - more in panic than courage - finally struck out,  punching his enemy in the face. The other child ran off screaming. His father  came running from the house. 'You little bastard!' he shouted. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;The boy took off as fast as he could, but no six  year old can outrun a grown man. Within moments he grabbed the boy by the  collar, swinging him from his feet. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Just then a huge shadow fell over the pair. The man  - who had looked so threatening moments before - now looked small and  insignificant against the looming newcomer. This colossus reached out and took  hold of the man by the shirt, pushing him up against a wall. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;In a low voice, chilling for its lack of passion, he  asked. 'Do you know who I am?' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;The man was trembling. Even the boy could feel the  dreadful fear emanating from him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'C.c.course I know who you are, Bill. Course I do.'  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'Did you know I was walking out with this boy's  mother?' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'Jesus Christ... I swear I didn't, Bill. On my  mother's life.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'Now you do.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;The big man let the little man go. He slid part way  down the wall, recovered and stumbled away. Then the giant leaned over the boy  and held out a hand that seemed larger than a bunch of bananas. 'Better be  getting home, son,' he said.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;The world changed that day. Men like Bill do change  the world. They are the havens, the safe harbours of childhood. They are the  watch hounds who keep the wolves at bay. They have an instinctive understanding  of the child that is denied to the wise. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Two years later, as my stepfather, he cured me of  dreams of vampires coming to drink my blood. My mother had tried explaining to  me they were just dreams. They weren't real. It didn't work. She took me to a  child psychologist, who showed me pictures, told me stories, explained about the  birth of myth and the way that fear created pictures in our night time thoughts.  It was very interesting, but it did nothing for my nightmares. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;One night I woke up screaming - to find Bill sitting  by my bedside. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'There's a vampire, dad. Its trying to get  me.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'I know, son,' he said, softly. 'I saw it.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'You saw it?'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;'Yeah. I broke its bloody neck. I won't have no  vampires in my house'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;I never dreamt of vampires again. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Years later, when I wrote my first novel, I used  Bill as the model for a character. His name was Druss the Legend. Bill  re-appeared in many novels thereafter, in many guises.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Always flawed, but always heroic. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Three years ago, at the age of 82, Bill was mugged  on the streets of London. Three muggers broke his jaw, his nose and two of his  ribs. He still managed to 'chin' one of them and knock him to the ground. That  was Bill. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Last April he died.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;And I wrote Ravenheart, and gave Bill centre  stage.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Jaim Grymauch, who strides the highlands like a  giant, is my homage to Bill, and to all those world changing fathers who pass  away without fanfare; who leave the world just a little brighter than it  was.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;Men who know how to deal with vampires.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt;David Gemmell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="ar12DrkGreen"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114540539035846875?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114540539035846875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114540539035846875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114540539035846875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114540539035846875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/druss-legend.html' title='Druss The Legend'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114531257423403711</id><published>2006-04-17T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:22:54.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do you Stay Up So Late?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="title"&gt;"Why Do You Stay Up So Late?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span class="author"&gt;by Marvin Bell&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Late at night, I no longer speak for effect.&lt;br /&gt;      I speak the truth without the niceties.&lt;br /&gt;      I am hundreds of years old but to do not know how many hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;      The person I was does not know me.&lt;br /&gt;      The young poets, with their reenactments of the senses, are asleep.&lt;br /&gt;      I am myself asleep at the outer reaches.&lt;br /&gt;      I have lain down in the snow without stepping outside.&lt;br /&gt;      I am frozen on the white page.&lt;br /&gt;      Then it happens, a spark somewhere, a light through the ice.&lt;br /&gt;      The snow melts, there appear fields threaded with grain.&lt;br /&gt;      The blue moon blue sky returns, that heralded night.&lt;br /&gt;      How earthly the convenience of time.&lt;br /&gt;      I am possible.&lt;br /&gt;      I have in me the last unanswered question.&lt;br /&gt;      Yes, there are walls, and water stains on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;      Yes, there is energy running through the wires.&lt;br /&gt;      And yes, I grow colder as I write of the sun rising.&lt;br /&gt;      This is not the story, the skin paling and a body folded over a table.&lt;br /&gt;      If I die here they will say I died writing.&lt;br /&gt;      Never mind the long day that now shrinks backward.&lt;br /&gt;      I crumple the light and toss it into the wastebasket.&lt;br /&gt;      I pull down the moon and place it in a drawer.&lt;br /&gt;      A bitter wind of new winter drags the dew eastward.&lt;br /&gt;      I dig in my heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114531257423403711?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114531257423403711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114531257423403711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114531257423403711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114531257423403711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-do-you-stay-up-so-late.html' title='Why Do you Stay Up So Late?'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114471129193870990</id><published>2006-04-11T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:59:50.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Choice for Judas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I wrote this some time ago, and by taking the internal evidence I did, I still can't see how Judas betrayed anyone. I make no apology for the lengthy bible segments, since its unusual to have the four last suppers side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the source material with reference to Judas, and his betrayal of Jesus, we have the following:- (all quotes from the 'New International Version', italics mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="90%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="genmed"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="quote"&gt;Matthew 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plot Against Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1When Jesus had finished saying all these things, he said to his disciples, 2"As you know, the Passover is two days away--and the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified."&lt;br /&gt;3Then the chief priests and the elders of the people assembled in the palace of the high priest, whose name was Caiaphas, 4and they plotted to arrest Jesus in some sly way and kill him. 5"But not during the Feast," they said, "or there may be a riot among the people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Anointed at Bethany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6While Jesus was in Bethany in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, 7a woman came to him with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, which she poured on his head as he was reclining at the table.&lt;br /&gt;8When the disciples saw this, they were indignant. "Why this waste?" they asked. 9"This perfume could have been sold at a high price and the money given to the poor."&lt;br /&gt;10Aware of this, Jesus said to them, "Why are you bothering this woman? She has done a beautiful thing to me. 11The poor you will always have with you, but you will not always have me. 12&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she poured this perfume on my body, she did it to prepare me for burial&lt;/span&gt;. 13I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Agrees to Betray Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14Then one of the Twelve--the one called Judas Iscariot--went to the chief priests 15and asked, "What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?" So they counted out for him thirty silver coins. 16From then on Judas watched for an opportunity to hand him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17On the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread, the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Where do you want us to make preparations for you to eat the Passover?"&lt;br /&gt;18He replied, "Go into the city to a certain man and tell him, 'The Teacher says: My appointed time is near. I am going to celebrate the Passover with my disciples at your house.' " 19So the disciples did as Jesus had directed them and prepared the Passover.&lt;br /&gt;20When evening came, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve. 21And while they were eating, he said, "I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me."&lt;br /&gt;22They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, "Surely not I, Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;23Jesus replied, "The one who has dipped his hand into the bowl with me will betray me. 24The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born."&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Judas, the one who would betray him, said, "Surely not I, Rabbi?"&lt;br /&gt;Jesus answered, "Yes, it is you."[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, "Take and eat; this is my body."&lt;br /&gt;27Then he took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you. 28This is my blood of the[2] covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. 29I tell you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it anew with you in my Father's kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;30When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Predicts Peter's Denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31Then Jesus told them, "This very night you will all fall away on account of me, for it is written:&lt;br /&gt;" 'I will strike the shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.'[3] 32But after I have risen, I will go ahead of you into Galilee."&lt;br /&gt;33Peter replied, "Even if all fall away on account of you, I never will."&lt;br /&gt;34"I tell you the truth," Jesus answered, "this very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times."&lt;br /&gt;35But Peter declared, "Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you." And all the other disciples said the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, "Sit here while I go over there and pray." 37He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled. 38Then he said to them, "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me."&lt;br /&gt;39Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, "My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will."&lt;br /&gt;40Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. "Could you men not keep watch with me for one hour?" he asked Peter. 41"Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak."&lt;br /&gt;42He went away a second time and prayed, "My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be done."&lt;br /&gt;43When he came back, he again found them sleeping, because their eyes were heavy. 44So he left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;45Then he returned to the disciples and said to them, "Are you still sleeping and resting? Look, the hour is near, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. 46Rise, let us go! Here comes my betrayer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: "The one I kiss is the man; arrest him." 49Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, "Greetings, Rabbi!" and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;50&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus replied, "Friend, do what you came for."&lt;/span&gt;[4]&lt;br /&gt;51Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. With that, one of Jesus' companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear.&lt;br /&gt;52"Put your sword back in its place," Jesus said to him, "for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. 53Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? 54But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?"&lt;br /&gt;Mark 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Anointed at Bethany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Now the Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread were only two days away, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some sly way to arrest Jesus and kill him. 2"But not during the Feast," they said, "or the people may riot."&lt;br /&gt;3While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head.&lt;br /&gt;4Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, "Why this waste of perfume? 5It could have been sold for more than a year's wages[1] and the money given to the poor." And they rebuked her harshly.&lt;br /&gt;6"Leave her alone," said Jesus. "Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. 7The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. 8&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial.&lt;/span&gt; 9I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."&lt;br /&gt;10Then Judas Iscariot, one of the Twelve, went to the chief priests to betray Jesus to them. 11They were delighted to hear this and promised to give him money. So he watched for an opportunity to hand him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12On the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread, when it was customary to sacrifice the Passover lamb, Jesus' disciples asked him, "Where do you want us to go and make preparations for you to eat the Passover?"&lt;br /&gt;13So he sent two of his disciples, telling them, "Go into the city, and a man carrying a jar of water will meet you. Follow him. 14Say to the owner of the house he enters, 'The Teacher asks: Where is my guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?' 15He will show you a large upper room, furnished and ready. Make preparations for us there."&lt;br /&gt;16The disciples left, went into the city and found things just as Jesus had told them. So they prepared the Passover.&lt;br /&gt;17When evening came, Jesus arrived with the Twelve. 18While they were reclining at the table eating, he said, "I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me--one who is eating with me."&lt;br /&gt;19They were saddened, and one by one they said to him, "Surely not I?"&lt;br /&gt;20"It is one of the Twelve," he replied, "one who dips bread into the bowl with me. 21The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born."&lt;br /&gt;22While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, "Take it; this is my body."&lt;br /&gt;23Then he took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, and they all drank from it.&lt;br /&gt;24"This is my blood of the[2] covenant, which is poured out for many," he said to them. 25"I tell you the truth, I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it anew in the kingdom of God."&lt;br /&gt;26When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Predicts Peter's Denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27"You will all fall away," Jesus told them, "for it is written:&lt;br /&gt;" 'I will strike the shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;and the sheep will be scattered.'[3] 28But after I have risen, I will go ahead of you into Galilee."&lt;br /&gt;29Peter declared, "Even if all fall away, I will not."&lt;br /&gt;30"I tell you the truth," Jesus answered, "today--yes, tonight--before the rooster crows twice[4] you yourself will disown me three times."&lt;br /&gt;31But Peter insisted emphatically, "Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you." And all the others said the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32They went to a place called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to his disciples, "Sit here while I pray." 33He took Peter, James and John along with him, and he began to be deeply distressed and troubled. 34"My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death," he said to them. "Stay here and keep watch."&lt;br /&gt;35Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour might pass from him. 36"Abba,[5] Father," he said, "everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will."&lt;br /&gt;37Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. "Simon," he said to Peter, "are you asleep? Could you not keep watch for one hour? 38Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak."&lt;br /&gt;39Once more he went away and prayed the same thing. 40When he came back, he again found them sleeping, because their eyes were heavy. They did not know what to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;41Returning the third time, he said to them, "Are you still sleeping and resting? Enough! The hour has come. Look, the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. 42Rise! Let us go! Here comes my betrayer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43Just as he was speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, appeared. With him was a crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests, the teachers of the law, and the elders.&lt;br /&gt;44Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: "The one I kiss is the man; arrest him and lead him away under guard." 45Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, "Rabbi!" and kissed him. 46The men seized Jesus and arrested him. 47Then one of those standing near drew his sword and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear.&lt;br /&gt;48"Am I leading a rebellion," said Jesus, "that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? 49Every day I was with you, teaching in the temple courts, and you did not arrest me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the Scriptures must be fulfilled." 50Then everyone deserted him and fled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;51A young man, wearing nothing but a linen garment, was following Jesus. When they seized him, 52he fled naked, leaving his garment behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Agrees to Betray Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Now the Feast of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching, 2and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people. 3Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve. 4And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus. 5They were delighted and agreed to give him money. 6He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Then came the day of Unleavened Bread on which the Passover lamb had to be sacrificed. 8Jesus sent Peter and John, saying, "Go and make preparations for us to eat the Passover."&lt;br /&gt;9"Where do you want us to prepare for it?" they asked.&lt;br /&gt;10He replied, "As you enter the city, a man carrying a jar of water will meet you. Follow him to the house that he enters, 11and say to the owner of the house, 'The Teacher asks: Where is the guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?' 12He will show you a large upper room, all furnished. Make preparations there."&lt;br /&gt;13They left and found things just as Jesus had told them. So they prepared the Passover.&lt;br /&gt;14When the hour came, Jesus and his apostles reclined at the table. 15And he said to them, "I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer. 16For I tell you, I will not eat it again until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God."&lt;br /&gt;17After taking the cup, he gave thanks and said, "Take this and divide it among you. 18For I tell you I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes."&lt;br /&gt;19And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me."&lt;br /&gt;20In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you. 21But the hand of him who is going to betray me is with mine on the table. 22The Son of Man will go as it has been decreed, but woe to that man who betrays him." 23They began to question among themselves which of them it might be who would do this.&lt;br /&gt;24Also a dispute arose among them as to which of them was considered to be greatest. 25Jesus said to them, "The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them; and those who exercise authority over them call themselves Benefactors. 26But you are not to be like that. Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who rules like the one who serves. 27For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I am among you as one who serves. 28You are those who have stood by me in my trials. 29And I confer on you a kingdom, just as my Father conferred one on me, 30so that you may eat and drink at my table in my kingdom and sit on thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;31"Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift you[1] as wheat. 32But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers."&lt;br /&gt;33But he replied, "Lord, I am ready to go with you to prison and to death."&lt;br /&gt;34Jesus answered, "I tell you, Peter, before the rooster crows today, you will deny three times that you know me."&lt;br /&gt;35Then Jesus asked them, "When I sent you without purse, bag or sandals, did you lack anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," they answered.&lt;br /&gt;36He said to them, "But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one. 37It is written: 'And he was numbered with the transgressors'[2] ; and I tell you that this must be fulfilled in me. Yes, what is written about me is reaching its fulfilment."&lt;br /&gt;38The disciples said, "See, Lord, here are two swords."&lt;br /&gt;"That is enough," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Prays on the Mount of Olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39Jesus went out as usual to the Mount of Olives, and his disciples followed him. 40On reaching the place, he said to them, "Pray that you will not fall into temptation." 41He withdrew about a stone's throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, 42"Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done." 43An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. 44And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.[3]&lt;br /&gt;45When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow. 46"Why are you sleeping?" he asked them. "Get up and pray so that you will not fall into temptation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, "Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;49When Jesus' followers saw what was going to happen, they said, "Lord, should we strike with our swords?" 50And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear.&lt;br /&gt;51But Jesus answered, "No more of this!" And he touched the man's ear and healed him.&lt;br /&gt;52Then Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple guard, and the elders, who had come for him, "Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come with swords and clubs? 53Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour--when darkness reigns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 13&lt;br /&gt;18"I am not referring to all of you; I know those I have chosen. But this is to fulfil the scripture: 'He who shares my bread has lifted up his heel against me.'[2]&lt;br /&gt;19"I am telling you now before it happens, so that when it does happen you will believe that I am He. 20I tell you the truth, whoever accepts anyone I send accepts me; and whoever accepts me accepts the one who sent me."&lt;br /&gt;21After he had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, "I tell you the truth, one of you is going to betray me."&lt;br /&gt;22His disciples stared at one another, at a loss to know which of them he meant. 23One of them, the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him. 24Simon Peter motioned to this disciple and said, "Ask him which one he means."&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaning back against Jesus, he asked him, "Lord, who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;26Jesus answered, "It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish." Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, son of Simon. 27As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.&lt;br /&gt;28"What you are about to do, do quickly," Jesus told him,&lt;/span&gt; but no one at the meal understood why Jesus said this to him. 29Since Judas had charge of the money, some thought Jesus was telling him to buy what was needed for the Feast, or to give something to the poor. 30&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the four gospels over all, it appears that Mark and Matthew have similarly well placed sources for their accounts of Jesus’ last hours of life. John relates a huge amount of detail of the preparatory work Jesus laid down in the final few hours left to him as a free man, but is then somewhat unforthcoming as to any reason Judas would betray Jesus. Luke seems the poorest in terms of direct knowledge, and makes greater play of reported miracles than actual content, and gives no motivation for Judas’ sin, beyond ‘Then Satan entered [him]’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Narratives as witness statements, it seems safe to imply that the event with the ointment was somehow involved in the cause of the betrayal. We have a contradiction between Matthew/Mark and John as to when the betrayal occurred, the former placing it after the remark ‘She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial.’ (Matt 26:12/Mark 14:8) and the latter placing it during the meal (John 13:26 et seq). John implies that Jesus told Judas to go and betray him by the signal of the bread, whereas Matthew and Mark mention the burial reference, which seems to be the indicator that the time is right to set up the ‘fulfilment of the scriptures’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Mark as a whole, there seems to be the remnants of a heavy, ‘initiatory’ element to the cult of Jesus. This is borne out by the last lines of Mark (Mark 14: 51-52), and supported by the reported content of the ‘Secret Mark’. This initiatory form of Christianity having been partially censored from Mark at some later time, but remains intact in certain other, apocryphal gospels. This would indicate that there was an inner circle of disciples, who plausibly would be involved in making the events fulfil the scriptures. Therefore it is not too great a leap of reason to imply that the Judas (as an Iscarii) would have received the meaning of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remark&lt;/span&gt; as reported in Mark and Matthew as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;command&lt;/span&gt;. The puzzling element in John then makes sense when taken as a sign to make sure the arrangements are complete.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Based on this hypothesis, which only uses the canon reports of the events, Judas really had no choice, unless he wanted to fail in his mission of fulfilling the scriptures and bring about the end time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114471129193870990?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114471129193870990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114471129193870990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114471129193870990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114471129193870990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/choice-for-judas.html' title='A Choice for Judas?'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114469601970129868</id><published>2006-04-10T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:23:08.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony De Mello... A Musing on Heresey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesuit and all round good egg, Fr. DeMello, s.j., wrote several books on Chrsitian Mystic thought, inclouding the wonderful "Sadhana"which is about Christian meditative practices, by building on the traditions of Indian Meditation. He's been criticised by Pharisees (Cardinal Ratzenberger, current Pope) for being too "Hindu". I don't see being informed by a culture that was practicing Meditation as a science (i.e. something repeatable) before the first mud bricks of Babylon were laid is a bad thing. I leave that up to more Religiously educated people than me to judge why that is a problem. To me, it all seems awfully insular. There again, when a cleric has to ask what "H.H." ("His Holiness") means when applied to the Dalai Lama speaks to a pretty low level of education when it comes to Clerics. Having said that, my old pal Fr Richard knew straight off, but he's not typical of general Anglican Clergy. He is, however typical of a type of Anglican Clergy that seems to spend it's down time researching recherche subjects. The myth of the clergyman-scholar is alas fading out. They are a dying breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114469601970129868?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114469601970129868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114469601970129868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114469601970129868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114469601970129868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/anthony-de-mello-musing-on-heresey.html' title='Anthony De Mello... A Musing on Heresey'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791015.post-114467045905104983</id><published>2006-04-10T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:25:11.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The nature of sin for a Non-Christian</title><content type='html'>Having finally given up on Christianity as faith, something that seems to be leveled at me is 'How do you know what's right and wrong if you're not told?' OK, I've put it more simplistically than they put it but is one boils off the padding, flounces, frills and just plain weasel words that's what they ask... My answer: Common sense, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every major culture has had proscriptions against murder and theft. A few even had them against rape and molesting children... The ten commandments were neither the first nor the most exhaustive laws. So, why should being a non-Christian mean I don't know right from wrong? Hell, 'Thou shalt not kill' was commandment SIX!  SIX!?!?  The Egyptians had a higher regard for life than that and they were visited with plagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does Old Grandpa Harley do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from an e-mail exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been discussing the nature of 'sin' with Lael and I outlined how I identify what they call 'sin'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) It engenders atavistic horror - Murder, rape, cruelty&lt;br /&gt;2) It would upset me if done to me - theft, abuse, neglect, greed&lt;br /&gt;3) makes me feel slightly queasy - Sexual promiscuity (straight or gay, which is odd since I was wildly promiscuous in my youth... I grew out of it, but it was fun at the time)&lt;/blockquote&gt;If I'm confronted with something that doesn't fit then, well, I apply the "Would this bring me peace of mind in the long term"? If the answer is "No", or "I don't know" I tend not to do it. At least these days...  So its less rules and more "guidelines"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_27.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 72px;" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_27.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all good  advice, easy to give. But that's what this demon haunted apostate uses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25791015-114467045905104983?l=harleysmule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/feeds/114467045905104983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25791015&amp;postID=114467045905104983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114467045905104983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25791015/posts/default/114467045905104983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleysmule.blogspot.com/2006/04/nature-of-sin-for-non-christian.html' title='The nature of sin for a Non-Christian'/><author><name>Roger O'Donnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08122035493026541664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
