Last night I watched the behind-the-scenes presentations on my newly-delivered Whalerider dvd.
It changes things once the processes involved in film-making are revealed.
I'm glad I didn't see any trailers, or read any reviews, before seeing the film in the cinema, last July. And I'm deeply glad to have seen it (twice) before the dvd told me hitherto hidden stories.
I like diving into the illusion-world uncluttered, sometimes.
Drinking in pure liquid, rather than reading labels, so to speak.
I trust my intuition to tell me if the contents are nourishing.
Two things I learned from the dvd are staying with me particularly, today.
One is that the novel on which the film was based was inspired by a whale beaching, within view of where the man who went on to write the story was living.
Reminded of his Maori Ancestral stories, he began weaving words for our times.
If you've read recent entries here, or in the whalefile, you may understand my sense of connection to this.
Messengers from the Oceans, finding passionate folk to mediate their resonant calls.
The second thing is what the Elder of the village where the film-making happened said,
about the experience all the people involved had enjoyed together:
'The Dreaming may end, but the Heart muscles we developed stay'.
(That may not be quoting him word-for-word).
There's a mirror of the tenacity-of-the-true in the dvd re-orientation process, too.
I may never be able to re-experience my previous ignorant immersion in the presented imagery of the film, but neither will I ever lose the riches that experience gave me.
The people of Coll no longer have the body of the Whale on their shores, giving her final silent song, but I am sure that their moving experience will stay singing very deeply with some of them; perhaps echoing forever.
Two more discoveries I made this week seem connected by more than my synchronous attentions. I'm repeating myself between pages here, because it feels right.
The Indigenous Australian Mirning Tribe and Scottish Artist Helen Denerley are both concerned with Spirit of Whale, and with transformations, now.
(more in Feb 27 whalefile).
Amidst a marvellous gathering, Martin Prechtel once said: "We gots to work on the Critical Mass".
And I suspect the Whales are leaning together in that direction, too.
That's one heavy-duty lean.
Maybe, leaning too, in whatever ways we feel called, we can even reach the sunken, behind-scenes, naval heart-muscles, in time.
We gots to give it a try, I feel. While we're here, breathing Air.
jaihn [6:47 PM]
There is a week for me to learn the 'wiki' ways over at the Ecotone: 'Writing About Place' site, if I am to contribute something to their next topic: OceanandSea. It seems synchro-nice.
The whalefile and now SeaHear, too, are both up-and-swimming, so2speak.
And I am fluffing out again, and finding new equilibrium, after the recent tidal-waves from beached whale and awakenings.
I arrived at Ecotone via a sense of place - I discovered it while e-snuffling around the London Bloggers site, hoping to meet some good neighbours. The actual blog that pointed me there was London and The North, which I look forward to exploring further.
A million web logs + sites may have passed before my eyes this week. Sometimes people say unpleasant things about themselves and their work, in places aimed at connecting with other people. It's as if 'eloquence' and 'honouring' became taboo, for them.
A brief email exchange about weblog possibilities started me wondering about what the writer termed 'courting public attention', earlier this week. I found my place of rest with this issue, when I got to the intention of service as prime motivation for going public. Rather than the desire to be seen, only, driving us to publish.
It's a zone that seems worth becoming clear about, over here/over there.
Sharing our stories in the spirit of connecting well, and offering our insights, learnings, finds, delights and human unfoldings.
Those are surely all in the mix - whether easily visible in sweet creativities, or buried amongst the too-tired-too-young, cynical self-negation which I saw in excessive online bucketloads. Online as in Life, really...
The chatiryworld creatress put my name in her e-light, after I left a comment there which sparked a good memory for her: my first other-weblog-link, and it pleased me to be connected to.
I imagine often-younger-than-me but longer-experienced weblog-mothers smiling wistfully as they remember their firsts, too.
(..."Ahhh. Look. She's got your eyes. And voice. And she's Smiling!"...)
In 'The Re-Enchantment of Art', by Suzi Gablik, I've just been reading more about the paradigm-shift we live amongst: from old-school, famous-for-products, usually-alienated, individuals; to new-style, connective-process/artist-as-agent-for-healing-transformations. I'm enjoying the fine words: helpful insights, succinct eloquence. Good for these UranianPiscean times.
Heather Roan Robbins' weekly StarCodes is another ongoing assistance treasure, to which I will display an electric door, in here, for now...
My designs on creating my electric cupboard page as container of marvellous and well-sorted links is delayed, while the whalefile and seahear pages came into being.
Somehow my online life expands daily. Broadband is now included in my coming-soon expansion adjustments.
Hopefully, the chilly London air will have warmed to coincide with my always-accessible online-ness, so that I may more comfortably attend to my needs for moving and sitting near big Spring-ing trees, for gazing into open space and sunlit eyes, to counteract the ferociously seductive lure of screenLife.
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jaihn [12:15 AM]
Online Ongoing... There's a new weblog brewing! 'The Whalefile' is to be a collaborative venture, between me and someone who lives closer to the sea than I do...
Over at the mediations cupboard there is now the facility for you to say something to me - (and, once it's published, to anyone else who's reading). Please do say an e-hallo - it feeds me to hear from humans connecting to this. Techno-circling...
Research has been the keyword this week for me. Techy stuff, behind-scenes stuff, and sonar-sleuthing too. (New readers: please see earlier posts for some clarification on that last bit!)
So far have not found any one obvious campaign place in the UK, to which I can point people concerned about this specific issue of contesting the Navy's policies, where our voices will be effectively received, joined with the others, and put to transformative use. That's not to say it's not there - but this very unobviousness is part of what I want to point out. And to improve. I'll keep searching...
It looks like the Natural Resources Defense Council has it going on over there in US - they have had some success in getting the laws changed, in making real difference.
The differing political paradigms matter here, I think...I need to learn more about how worldly things work, here and there.
It is obviously not quite as simple as saying 'we don't want that, don't do it '...
O - If Only....
I felt the overwhelm during my searches - there are pages of links to organisations. So many, many people working toward bringing changes to how things are, here on our Earth.
It's all about choices: it's all people, making decisions, somewhere along some lines.
Finally, it's about someone, or someones, realising that acting this way is no good, and choosing to act otherwise. Now, who Is that in this case?....
I've been aware of how endless the concerns to be addressed are, too, during my investigations.
A million issues calling our attentions, and our first level of choice-making is about where to aim our personal preferences menus.
Teevee channels, programme listings, shopping decisions, blog-universes and choices, choices, choices - I notice how perspective gets distorted, priorities get muddled. Long lists, myriad menus, techno-preferences, and consumer-decisions I am asked to concern myself with as if they really mattered, seldom have any true lasting value in my Life.
It's a Thing; it's one of the distortions of our times, I think. A way we can squander our precious energies.
A layer of our-time overwhelm, giving us a sense of having chosen well, (maybe with just one click) - before we've really started making any choices we'll be deeply glad we've made: the ones we'll be taking with us when we go.
The ones whose consequences we'll be leaving here, in the big, wide, group-soup on Earth, when our time here is done.
jaihn [8:43 PM]
It's a bit like learning that someone has died. Or been born.
Nothing remains quite as it was, in perception, before the knowing of the news.
The person had come or gone before the news came into our awareness.
But until we hear of it, it may not be part of our world.
It is being aware of something that matters, sometimes.
I had no idea before I read that article that this kind of thing was happening. I hadn't really considered it.
And now that I know, it's a whole different kettle of fish, so to speak. Mobile goalposts and shifting sands, perspectives altered: my world is different since I learned a little about the low- and mid- frequency sonars in our seas.
And they are our seas. My sea and your sea. Not their seas. Not geographicaly-assigned seas, or military-designated seas.
Our seas. While we are here, on our Earth. Thanks to Hyemeyohsts, (and Estcheemah), for teaching me that.
There are two zones of heart-sore coming from the developments of this week for me.
One of these must be familiar to anyone who ever felt a murmer (or a bellowing) of 'not in my name' disagreement about anything any larger collective is doing or proposing : How to stop such an action?
The belly-sinking realisations of how big the problem is; quite how dense a tide one might be starting to swim against, and how long or how great an effort + commitment will be required to bring the desired sea-change into manifestation.
It'll take a bit of doing...and it's definitely not a solo-song job - rather; one for a good strong chorus.
I remember reading years ago, (maybe in 'Thinking Like A Mountain' - I will check+update), about powerlessness and despair draining energy from remedial action.
Giving up, sometimes before we even make a start to bringing about the changes we would like to see.
We all know it in so many ways in our Lives.
It hurts even to be reminded of the sense of powerlessness, sometimes.
Our first crucial choice then, (now), is how we meet the hurt...
The other heart-sore angle for me is about our not-knowings, amidst the times we find ourselves Living in.
The question of what 'to do with' a whale's body isn't considered as (a) matter for the islanders to sort out, together.
It becomes a business for the authorities, somewhere else, not a Gift from the Sea to This Place, to These People.
Children count out measure for teevee cameras; elders are unseen, the songs are not being sung.
And it is unlikely that we now know the songs to sing to honour the sacred precision of such a gift - we may even laugh uneasily that such a suggestion is voiced.
That the Coll Gift-Whale may or may not be a direct casualty of military injury is, in a way, neither here nor there, so2speak.
In true Whale style, she/he brings with her/him powerful messages of awakening.
Messages from the Deep. Hitherto secret matters, surfacing, now, in our time, on our shores.
Maybe this Whale died easily, Grace-fully.
(Do they spiral out to Death like they spiral in to Birth??)
Maybe it didn't have it's exquisitely sensitive sensory systems injured by Naval "active sonar".
I guess it's a tricky thing to prove.
For myself, I trust my bone-knowing of some things.
But I know that's not the way much of the world works things out, at the moment.
That this Being is a mighty embodyment of WhaleSpirit, moving on, seems to me to be relevant.
And that it may have been injured by horrible technological distortions is part of the message I hear.
Even if not, the possibility of such things happening does exist, until the sonar assaults stop.
And that the bones have a place on the island to which the body was delivered makes deep sense to me.
I'm afraid the idea may be snorted at.
But I am going to say it onscreen, anyway.
It'll be good practice for some of the other things I intend to learn how to say, in the times to come.
Making my own unique noises, sounding my song, dreaming of kind men and women, Living well.
(... I reach to look at the back of a card that has been so long on my desk I forget to register it, rather taking its beautyfull presence for granted. It is a photo of a Whale Bone, on the North Coast of Orkney, washed ashore 'over 100 years ago'. And restored, in 1997, by a named man, for the community council. Sounds good to me.
Here is a beauty-full online image to link to this synchro-nicety.
Another O! came for me yesterday, when I realised that I have a little cup made on the Isle of Coll, or Eilean Colla, as it tells me.
It's sitting on my desk now. It was sitting in a cupboard on top of a painted-whale mug. They are the only crocks I own with any depictions on them. My Dad brought me the Coll cup, and sent me the card, from his Island travels, a few years ago.)
Soon I will put links to some lovely electric Whale-nesses that I have found while paddling around the w-w-waters.
For the moment, my screen-song is sung.
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jaihn [2:42 AM]
I didn't know I would be heading into this kinda terrain, but as Mr Prechtel and my Granny both say it: 'whatcanyedo'?...
There are links to many articles over at the Hebridean Whale and Dolphin Trust.
The ones I wanted to see are seventh on their list - concerning ungodly noises: rumblings brought to my attention by the blog blog writer.
Loud + clear alerts rang in me when I read the article blog blog pointed to, and then off I went like a woman possessed, sleuthing. HWDT gave me PDF downloads, to be digested...
'Timing is Everything', Gabrielle once said, somewhere between Dolphin Dances and creating tracks for her mighty 'Bones' album.
Time now for some good clean noise-making, I suspect.
With the kind of Steadfast Fierce Paikea’s Grandmother shows us,
in the beauty of her voice, in the surety of her knowings.
Stop your nonsense. Now.
We don't need any more distortion-technology overhere; we need Whales.
Healthy Whales.
We and our Ancestors are very clear about this.
Quite sure. Not a whisper of doubt.
Truly.
All in the big boat which we made, moving forward, 2gether.
Our sounds should not be mashing up creatures brains.
Time for some harmonisation over there, boys.
Loud isn't the only kind of powerful round here these days, y'know.
And the word gets round fast - some singin's outta tune.
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jaihn [5:59 AM]
Woke from a ten-hour megasnooze trailing a dream-image of an 'error404' page.
The thwarted-desire twinge that comes with those access-unavailable messages is mirrored in my realworld experience as a wheelchair-user.
Amplified and oft-repeated, and usually with no possibility of web-master intervention.
London Listings mags are probably (still) 80% 404. And I had never thought of it in those terms before.
Another parallel I understood on waking was how my current experience of not being able to shape my web pages exactly as I would like, because I don't have the technical skills yet, mirrors how I don't (yet) have the ability to spiritualise my material form quite to the extent that I dream is possible. I'm just learning.
Meanwhile, over at my new pixum album, I have tidied up the pics-titles, and added some comments there. (They can only be seen when you view the pics in large format though - the orange arrows take you in there from the cover.)
I am really happy with the lovely service the pixum site provides, and do recommend it. Thanks to that team, for making manifesting so easy and available. (I giggled to see they were, all three, born either the same year as me, Tiger time, or just after, as Cats. Feline photo service!)
There's a moving and Mysterious photo over at the Carnan Road Express....
It reminded me of the wild beach scene in Whalerider. So I left a comment to say so.
Still feel rather shy about this connective mode - public, but not as we know it, Spock.
Who is seeing what we are saying? Strange new confidence/shall terrain.
I like the stretch, the edge-learnings.
I am working on sorting out a marvellous bunch of links to put in the cupboard page. I want to share the fruits gathered during many happy electric wanderings.
But first I am sorting them into boxes. So2speak. It wouldn't make for a very easy access offering, if I just left the 13th Fairy links all bunched up with the otter sanctuary, the gorgeous Dia de Muertos sites, the pysanky artists and the brilliant astrologers ... though it would make Some kind of collage-sense...
And easy access is something dear to my heart. So I continue to work towards bringing on thru those clear forms of which I dream.
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jaihn [4:11 AM]
More 2 see over at the pic-site....
Have posted 4 more pix since last post...lookin good....
The slide-show is a sweet way to see the sequence.
(Link is in previous entry + sidebar list).
+ + + + + + +
jaihn [6:37 PM]
as the evolution executive flies....
I have just managed to create my first online photo album.
(If I knew how to add in a sound file here, it would be a blast of applause, all round).
There's only one pic on it so far - but it's a good one!!! So far, so fine.
Please do have a look !! xxx
jaihn [1:43 PM]
send word : post thru the electric cupboard...
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