Timeless

My name is Toni O. The O is for O’Brien.

I guess I owe my unusual existence to Oliver Cromwell. Under his command, the Brits invaded Ireland in 1649 radically altering Irish conditions of possibility. Cromwell hated Catholics and executed as many as he could. He also sent many little wee-ones to the sugar plantations in the West Indies. Depopulated, Ireland fell into the greedy hands of the Brits who systematically burned the land and its crops creating a food shortage. Irish Catholics were treated with distain. The laws for them were different than those for the Protestants creating severe economic hardships that led to hunger. This hunger went on for years. My mom was one of the hungry ones. She lived not far from the Streedagh beach and would often go foraging for food there. While pregnant with me, she nourished herself mainly on seaweed.

Algae kick-started life as we know it because, at a certain point, they began using water during photosynthesis consequently releasing oxygen permitting the evolution of organisms. So we probably wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for algae.

Something magical happened because of my mom eating all that seaweed. I was born with a certain kind of antibody that slowed down my aging process. As I write this, I’ve been alive for 200 years. Now, in 2021, I am beginning to show the signs of aging. But before I die, I want to share important events that I was able to witness first hand.

The history that we’ve been taught is, for the most part, patriarchal propaganda meant to justify the unjustifiable. That’s why you ladies need to read this then get up, stand up for your rights, and don’t give up the fight!

(from “TONI O, The Beholder” 2021 ©)

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Related: ‘Shipped for the Barbadoes’: Cromwell and Irish migration to the Caribbean +  How Microscopic Algae Kick-Started Life As We Know It + The origins of life on Earth + Get up, stand up: Barbados leader Mia Mottley invokes Marley to goad U.N.

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Telling Untold Stories

There’s nothing like a cool breeze to help my mind relax. And the best breezes come from the sea.  So here I am sitting listening to the splashing sound of the waves as they hit the rocky shore. The Greeks have a special word for this sound, φλοισβος (flisvos), and, like a lullaby, it is slowly soothing my soul.

For years I’ve felt the weight of carrying around a box of Broken Dreams, dreams that I had hoped to glue back into place and somehow save. But now, after years of living and reliving my life, I have decided to throw this box of relics into the sea. Now New Dreams are needed to help us survive.

My name is Toni O and throughout the many lives I’ve lived, hope was always there by my side. But, unfortunately, the hopes I had for our home, this planet we call Earth, have now evaporated like a sweet perfume. We have gone past the Tipping Point and the damage done is irreversible. Despite the numerous and insistent warnings, man has chosen to ignore them. Dominated by his greed and his arrogance, he has put us all at risk.

The living world as we’ve known it is no longer able to sustain our avidity. Therefore, the only possible chance for our survival is to learn how to adapt to the disasters we’ve provoked. And throughout the ages, as a woman living in a patriarchal society, one thing I’ve learned to do is to adapt in order to survive.

The Earth is a Mother. And we are her children. Many ancient cultures worshipped the Great Cosmic Mother. Because worshipping a mother meant worshipping life itself. But, around the fourth millennium B.C., many things began to change. For example, warriors from the north began to invade peaceful cultures. These Indo-Europeans were violent and on horseback. Their aim was to invade, pillage, plunder and annihilate existing customs and beliefs. Male gods began to appear. These gods were angry, vindictive, jealous and punitive. And, above all, they hated women.

With force, these invaders dominated and sought to obliterate nature’s plan of having males and females exist in synergy and solidarity. Our complementary role was lost. The world was “materialized” with the concept of ownership and spiritual needs were met with dogma. Their desire and the desire of others like them to dominate without regard to the effect of their actions has put our planet and the life it sustains in danger. We now can only hope we are able to adapt in order to survive.

There is no set rule to adaptation as the situations that will arise will not have standard solutions. But we can start preparing ourselves—like an athlete warming up before the competition.  And one way to prepare is to develop an awareness as to who we are and what led us to this disaster. Because, in the words of philosopher George Santayana, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

I have lived many lives and have seen many things. Now I am tired and ready to go but first I must share my stories, stories I have held within me for too long.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Maya Angelou

(from “TONI O, The Beholder” 2021 ©)

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Related: Empathy and Ecofeminism + The Role of Gender Consciousness in Challenging Patriarchy by Laura L. Bierema + Progressive Women: Feminist Consciousness in 19th century France +

Bibliography:

Lerner, Gerda. The Creation of Feminist Consciousness: From the Middle Ages to Eighteen-seventy. New York: Oxford University Press, 1993. 

Mor, Barbara and Sjoo, Monica. The Great Cosmic Mother: rediscovering the religion of the earth… on archive.org HERE

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Today’s Psychological Striptease

balcony from within

Since November 1st, the way I experience the world has drastically changed. I am still coming to terms with this new reality. My mind contaminates my body with its struggles.

I have the feeling that I am trying to go somewhere using an out-dated map creating a continual state of disorientation.

During this summer’s heatwave, I slept with my head at the foot of the bed to be nearer the balcony’s opened doors. The air made me feel less suffocated. However, if I had to get up during the night in total darkness, I had trouble orientating myself. I would automatically try to turn on the nightstand light as I always do only the nightstand wasn’t there. Often, in my own bed, I would panic wondering where I was simply because my point of reference had changed. Taken out of my normal context, I was lost.

This sensation of being out of place is now happening outside of my bed, too. I no longer know where I am in context to the rest of the world making orientation difficult. For example, I get really lost with certain reactions to Covid vax mandates. It seems half of the world refuses to acknowledge the other half of the world. Why?

We are Darwinian failures in terms of social evolution. I feel surrounded by amoebic beings who, instead of interrelating with others to create a healthy society, simply continue to reproduce themselves. And they are doing it at such a rapid pace that I am frightened that they will soon take over the planet. Maybe the apes will save us.

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Bebina Bunny

Several years ago, I published an e-book, “Bebina Bunny’s Cabinet of Curiosities”, that’s about, as the title indicates, curiosities. Until recently the book has been for sale on-line but I recently uploaded it on Archive.org to make it available, for free, to anyone interested.

It’s my first time uploading on Archive so, hopefully, I didn’t make too many mistakes in doing so. But if you are interested, the book is available in mobi and pdf form. Just click on the link below.

BEBINA BUNNY’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

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Aegean Blue

This decadent world has me down. The gut tension was so strong yesterday that I took a long walk hoping to mellow out. At Livadia, I sat under the tamarisks and aimed my gaze towards the sea. Looking at the horizon is always somewhat of a mystical experience—it reminds me that there’s so much more to the world than just me.

The wrap around blue of the Aegean sea and sky were interrupted only by a few boats and the contours of Serifos and Sifnos. And a lonely little cloud off in a corner. For a moment I felt as if I were living in a painting.

Meditating on beauty offers relief from all this decadence invading our lives. Beauty, for me, is an existential need.

This morning I tried reading, again, George Santayana’s “The Sense of Beauty”. He’s much too wordy for me and, like most philosophers, has a tendency to over explain. But here are a few of his observations I would like to share:

Trying to separate nature from beauty is madness.

Art comes from life.

Experience is worth more than theory.

How we evaluate beauty comes from our capacity to perceive.

Beauty is a value.

Preference is ultimately irrational.

And, my own observation here, the art experience is the interrelationship between the gazer and the gazed upon.

Below are three fotos of Parian pruning that give me more aesthetic pleasure than most of the contemporary art exhibitions I’ve seen in the past few years.

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Related: to read Santayana’s SENSE OF BEAUTY free download on Gutenberg Project HERE + George Santayana (1863-1952) + Santayana’s Sense of Beauty + The Mended Curb

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