36 years later it still hurts – #SuicideAwareness

When I heard about Robin Williams committing suicide, I was sad. When it turned out that Chris Cornell took his life, I was sad. But it was Chester Bennington’s suicide that shocked me. It was the first time in my life that I shed a tear for an artist. Part of my sorrow was related to my memories of Linkin Park’s music being present in my life in my early 20’s, but part of it was due to the fact that six children will never be with their father again. For a moment I imagined my 6 year-old daughter left without me and it was a devastating thought. I felt sorry for the Bennington’s children, and I feel emotional even now, writing this post. This situation reminded me of a message below that was shared* by a friend of mine. Sifaan (that’s my friend’s name) is an adult man, with a[…]

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Cultural Universals

My wife and I have just spent a working weekend in Athens, giving a talk and demonstration about healing to a wonderful group of people, who no doubt are mostly parents. After the talk, our hosts took us to a Greek restaurant, and we listened to a couple of Greeks singing traditional songs and playing [wonderfully] guitar and bouzouki. Our hosts, and most of the diners, got up and did their versions of Greek dances. Fabulous. Elsewhere in the city, we saw the creeping, toxic effect of a universal culture. Teenagers eating fast ‘food’, clothed like American college students, and adopting ‘cool’ [arrogant, zombied, brain-dead] expressions. Every culture has its good points. For reasons too long to go into, Greek culture is one I adore. There are many aspects of British culture I like. Ditto Russian, Asian, Native American and Irish culture. Contemporary, commercial US culture, that which saturates the media and[…]

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