(Originally posted 9/2/2017 on Read With The Gringa)
Dancing the lindy-hop with Laura fascinates Malcolm. Until the competition starts. Then Malcolm fascinates Laura.
(Originally posted 8/31/2017 on Read With The Gringa)
Why would an Irish ghost haunt Canadians? Is it a race thing? Is it a case of mistaken identity? Perhaps the Irish ghost has become displaced throughout history? Is there even such a thing as ghosts?
Well, first of all, the question of whether or not ghosts exist. The gringa believes in the possibility of energy-based beings that most humans call ghosts. I believe that when a person’s physical body expires the energy which animates that body does not expire. The consciousness lives on, in a different dimension, the 5th dimension that the gringa believes to be found in what science calls the Dark Matter universe. Life in this other invisible universe where matter doesn’t matter can sometimes cross-over and interact with those of us still living an existence where matter does still matter.
Being sentient beings, these dark matter beings also retain their individuality, remembering their identity from their physical matter-based existence on Earth. That would mean that an Irish ghost would remember its Irish identity and be able to identify physical humans according to nationality as well. But, chances are, moving on to a higher plane of existence, such “matters” like national identities would no longer “matter” to such a being. So, an Irish ghost haunting Canadians wouldn’t be a race thing or case of mistaken identity.
But what about displacement? Would a 5th dimension, Dark Matter universe being find itself limited to where it could interact with physical matter in our universe? Would the consciousness of a disembodied person be restricted to only areas that are most familiar or emotionally significant? The gringa says, “Perhaps.” Such a question might be answered by understanding how a consciousness is able to manifest itself in a physical world.
When residents and guests of Canada’s official ambassador residence in Dublin experience their Irish ghost, they describe events like banging noises, heavy breathing and loud footsteps in hallways. How old is this residence? Who has lived there in the past? Who might have developed such a strong connection with the place that they insist on sticking around and making their presence known?
The most powerful events connected with the building is the April 1916 Irish rebellion known as the 1916 Easter Rising. During this 6-day armed rebellion more than 450 people were killed and thousands injured. The Irish leader who crafted the master plan, Patrick Pearse, lived in Glanmire house that is now the residence of the Canadian Ambassador.
Once British rulers squashed his rebellion, Pearse was executed. Sounds to the gringa like a good reason to hang around. Pearse probably feels like he has unfinished business. And he is also emotionally charged with loyalty, bitterness, anger and determination.
The residence’s current inhabitant, Canada’s ambassador, Kevin Vickers, is not some melodramatic child keening for attention. He has faithfully served his country for almost three decades. First with the Canadian Mounted Royal Police. Then as Sergeant-At-Arms in the House of Commons. He is a cool customer, hailed as a hero for killing a rampaging gunman in Canada’s parliament building in October of 2014. Appointed the Irish ambassadorship in January, 2015, however, may be his most interesting assignment, yet.
It didn’t take long for the Irish ghost to make his presence known. Vickers reports that he hears sounds like chains being thrown down onto hardwood floors. Activity is so prevalent that his dear little maid won’t even venture upstairs.
The gringa wonders how good of a housekeeper Vickers is. Is his bureau dusty? His bed unmade on a daily basis? But, I digress. Back to how a disembodied consciousness might succeed at affecting a corporeal world.
If corporeal humans can achieve supernatural feats through highly-disciplined, deep meditative practices, the gringa believes it is possible for the opposite to be also be true. If dear Pearse reflects with great passion on the events of the past, he may just be able to produce enough energy to spill over into our universe.
Scientists have already reported tracking movements by dark matter. Wherever Pearse is in the unseen dark matter universe, his consciousness could direct itself back to the physical place where he suffered the most. His grief for lost comrades may be so great that he wishes to see how things developed after they lost their leader. His only solace and comfort may actually be found in returning and seeing the state of current events in his beloved country. It may be that he will only stop his hauntings (return trips) when Ireland is once whole again.
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(Originally posted 8/29/2017 on Read With The Gringa)
With Trump and Kim Jong Un rattling their sabers, many minds are pondering what happens in the event of nuclear war. Although the gringa thinks both knuckleheads are simply posturing, trying to establish who is the big dog on the porch, their silly pissing contest also has me thinking.
What kind of plans are in place? Will the US government try to save most of the American people or is it every man for himself? Please do tell, government by the people and for the people, is there a plan for these here people?
According to de-classified CIA documents that date back as early as the Carter administration, along with presidential archives, there is good news. Nuclear war survival plans do, indeed exist. The big questions is, “The survival of WHOM?”
Early plans were developed to survive a nuclear holocaust with the old Soviet Union. Although the general public believes a tense but effective truce is in place between the US and Russia based on what is commonly called the Mutually Assured Destruction doctrine, the gringa says, “Um, not so fast.”
The US government doesn’t really have any faith in such a doctrine. That’s why, since the 1950s, preparations have always been underway and updated for the the country to survive an all-out nuclear war. Where the government is concerned, the needs of the rabble are low on the priority list. Topping their list of problems to solve are:
Yeah, sorry folks, not a single word about the survival of the US populace. Although one can infer that surely there is still a plan to save us all. Otherwise, what point would there be to maintain a presidency? Who would there be to govern and rebuild the radiated ravaged nation?
To address the 5 predicaments of a post-apocalyptic presidency, President Carter came up with the bright idea of Presidential Directive 58. He issued this directive near the end of his term. Ronald Reagan added his own flourish to the directive in 1983. It is this amended version which would be in effect should Trump drag us into nuclear war with North Korea.
Now, the gringa would like to inform the dear reader that key to survival is preparedness. Although we Americans would like to think that our government has our best interest at heart, the lack of drills, preparedness training, community evaluation and basic instruction and education on surviving a nuclear holocaust testifies to a different reality.
There are all sorts of crises that will erupt in the event of nuclear disaster. And as far as the gringa can tell, the public’s lack of any training and education makes it completely reliant on agencies like FEMA or the local National Guardsmen posted in our local communities.
While each federal agency is fortunate enough to have a fully-stocked, state-of-the-art underground facility to escape to, where do us regular folk go? The best advice I’ve heard so far is to tape up the windows and don’t use conditioner when you wash your hair. Really? Pretty sure the last thing the gringa will be interested in is using radiation contaminated tap water all over her body in the shower. But I digress.
The truth is, despite living in a country that touts the benefits of an armed populace to preserve freedom, that same well-armed populace has never been tapped by the government to create a credible and functional civil defense program. Do we then assume that the US government’s lack of attention to the welfare of civilians is a Darwinian approach? Do they just leave us to duck and cover, the survivors hunkering down, and at the end of this survival of the fittest exercise the new American emerges? The deserving American? The American who had true grit? That sounds about right.
If nuclear war happens, there is an expectation that martial law will be declared. Resources will be under government control and re-distributed as they see fit. Does that mean resources will be strategically deployed to areas the government considers to be the most likely to benefit? Will a capitalist attitude affect redistribution decisions? Will they consider return-on-investment more important than equitable distribution? Could some communities get nothing at all because, strategically speaking, they are just not worth depleting precious, limited resources?
These are the nasty little questions that will always be asked. That is exactly why politicians have no intention of bringing up such a nasty little subject. And that is just one more reason the nation does not pursue a goal of organizing a credible civil defense program involving actual civilians. When the government keeps secrets and makes secret plans, there is only one reason for doing so. The public will not like any of it.
Government survival plans have relocation sites scattered across the nation at about 60 sites, mostly concentrated in southern and east coast states so as to be near DC. The dear reader can bet their bottom dollar that those are the areas that will receive the surest and largest portion of re-distributed resources. If you happen to live on the west coast you better have some really good walking shoes. Because, chances are, if you want to eat you will have to head east.
In the end, the US government doesn’t look at Americans as people when it comes to nuclear holocaust survival plans. They just look at us as numbers. And the magic number is that the government expects only about 80% of us to survive. Doesn’t sound too bad unless you happen to be among the unfortunate 20%. And the stockpile of resources is not designated so much for the civilian population’s continued survival but more so that the government can rebuild its own stability and strength.
That also means that, in order to rebuild critical infrastructure like communications and transportation, survivors may also find themselves pressed into service and labor. The gringa’s advice is that if you value your freedom as an American, start organizing within your own community.
Don’t count on the government to show up with the cavalry and pass out bottled water and diapers. Muster your real American spirit and make a plan to do it all on your own, along with the help of your neighbors. Otherwise you might have to become an indentured servant for clean water and a bunk. In other words, a post-apocalypse American slave.
Most of us think of mermaids as sexy sirens of the sea. There seems to be a new mermaid fad with gals and guys both living mer-folk fantasy lifestyles. There are mermaid performers, mermaid weddings, mermaid blankies, and all sorts of other mermaid related stuff. But guess what mermaids are really about? Murder and mayhem, folks, murder and mayhem. Hate to spoil it for all you romantic mer-folk but your fantasy heroes were really mean in the mythos of old. And I mean REALLY mean!
The animated Little Mermaid movie by Disney, that inspires little girls to be sweet and hopeful and determined, is based on a Hans Christian Anderson tale from the 19th century. But the original story was far from a child-appropriate fairy tale.
Yes, there was a mermaid princess and a drowning prince. But there was also romantic rejection and an ensuing plot for a blood bath. Once the prince turns the little mermaid princess down, she begins to die of a broken heart. But mermaid’s have no souls so they don’t go to heaven. Instead, they are transformed into the sea foam that tips raging waves and breakers.
But the transformation takes awhile. It’s a process. So, for awhile, there’s a chance to save the little mermaid from this terrible destiny. In the early stages, while she is tail-less and mute, she places her hope in someone, anyone, to take action to save her.
Seeing this horrible fate come upon their sister, the little mermaid’s faithful sisters do not disappoint. They become enraged. They swear vengeance. They negotiate a deal with a sea hag.
She demands their mermaid hair in exchange for a poisoned, cursed dagger that can only be used while the human prince sleeps. His blood must be collected and washed over the little mermaid’s feet which will cause her tail to grow back. The sisters return with the blade and tell their sister what must be done.
With the dagger in hand, the little mermaid stands over the unsuspecting prince who jilted her while he sleeps. She struggles silently with her conscience. Much time passes. In the end, the little mermaid can’t go through with it. But is she still destined to become lonely sea foam? Not so fast.
It seems that there are still heavenly rewards for soul-less mer-folk who opt out of murder. Angels suddenly appear and give her an option. Instead of becoming meaningless sea foam, she can remain human. It will just cost her a few centuries of good deeds. Then, she will have earned an immortal soul.
Now, that doesn’t seem like too mean of a mermaid, does it. Well, on the flip side, there are tales of much meaner sirens of the sea.
Like Japan’s sea-vampiress Nure Onna who’s mer-body resembles a sea snake more than a fish. She also has fangs amid the human teeth in her lovely smile. She likes to sit on the shore pretending to hold a baby as she cries in distress. What sympathetic human wouldn’t offer assistance?
She asks them to hold her baby which becomes a weight pinning them down so she can drain their blood at her leisure. And if death by exsanguination isn’t bad enough, if you happen to have long hair she might just strangle you with it. Bad, bad mermaid.
And don’t forget about mer-men. Those are some bad boys, too. The Scots tell of the Blue Men who make friends with sailors. When ships get close enough to recognize the un-natural blue skin, it’s too late. The Blue Men attack, drag the sailors into the water and eat them. Great Scott! Cannibal Mer-men! Who knew?!
The Odyssey, of course, shares the most familiar mean mermaid story of sexy sea sirens who lure sailors to their deaths. They sing songs that hypnotize them, drawing them ever closer to the source of the song… Mermaids sitting atop rocks, rocks that will wreck their ships. Then, BOOM, you’re dead.
But where did the first mermaid come from? Who is the Eve of the seas? Ancient Syrians tell of Atargatis, a goddes who fell in love with a human. This story again?
While loving him she lost control of her super-human goddess strength and killed her lover. Overcome with guilt and grief, surprise, she drowns herself in the sea.
But didn’t she know she was a goddess? Like, immortal? Well, it seems that immortality is not the only rule gods and goddesses live by. It seems that there is a rule that when they jump into the ocean they automatically turn into fish. But the magic works out strangely on those who are incredibly beautiful, like Atargatis. She kept her human beauty and only became half-fish. The first mermaid.
Russians have their own lore about the mer-people, rusalki. They believe them to be the reincarnated souls of vengeful women who have died tragically, like from pregnancy, suicide or murder. So you can imagine that these kind of mermaids would be really, really mean.
They lure you near with their gorgeousness. They put you at ease with soothing words. Then, WHAM! They grab you and drown you. But a few have an even more demented way of killing their victims. They tickle them so that their victims drown by laughter. Sick. Very, very sick.
The Irish have their selkies seal-women and the French have their mermaid dragons called the melusine, as well as fat mer-monk creatures. There are also tales of mer-zombies. The Arabian Nights includes a story featuring a terrifying mermaid kingdom.
It seems that the entire ancient world has been fascinated with the prospect of beautiful but deadly mer-people. It seems that sweet, adorable, kindly little mermaid princesses are only a modern creation. Does that mean that, as a race, humanity is taking a turn for the better instead of a turn for the worst? Could be. The gringa remains hopeful yet firmly a land-lubber. Just in case.