Sunday, February 20, 2011

American Pie

Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka

When a man longs to be free he will sail to the end of the sea
I won't be gone too long but while I travel on just close your wings and wait for me...
- Danyel Gerard


As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was laying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his domelike brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

Gregor Samsa wakes up to find that he has been transformed into a giant insect. Gregor briefly examines his new body, but wonders only momentarily about what has happened to him. His attention quickly switches to observing his room, which he finds very ordinary but a bit small, and a framed magazine clipping of a woman in fur hanging up on the wall. Since he can't turn on his side, Gregor cannot fall asleep, so instead he begins thinking about his job. He is a traveling salesman, and he hates traveling because he dislikes worrying and getting up early. Gregor's chief at work is extremely tyrannical, and Gregor wants to quit the job but cannot do so until he has paid off the debts that his parents owe the chief.

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while

Gregor wants to get up to go to work, but suddenly realizes that he is already late and must have missed the alarm. He can't call in sick because he has not missed a day of work in five years and it would look suspicious. Gregor's mother calls to him, and he answers her, noticing that his voice is changing. Gregor's father and Grete, his sister, realize that he is still at home and try to enter his room, but he has locked his doors and they can't get in. Gregor attempts to get out of bed, but finds this very difficult. He realizes that he is now very late, and lies back hoping that some clear thinking will resolve the situation. Suddenly the doorbell rings and the chief clerk comes into the apartment. Angry that his firm sends the chief clerk himself if he is only a little late, Gregor finally swings himself out of bed.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow? 


As the family entreats Gregor to open the door, he refuses. Mrs. Samsa insists that Gregor must be ill or he would not be acting like this. The chief clerk loses his temper and tells Gregor that he is shocked by his attitude, insisting that his position in the company is not unassailable because his work has been poor lately. Gregor is angered by this speech, and insists that he is simply feeling slightly indisposed but will soon return to work. He retorts that his business has not been bad lately. Because of the changes in Gregor's voice, no one outside understands a word he says. Fearing he is ill, his parents send Grete and the servant girl to get the doctor and the locksmith. With great difficulty Gregor manages to open the door by himself.

Seeing Gregor, the chief clerk backs away while his father begins to weep. Gregor begs the chief clerk to explain the situation at the office and to stand up for him. He says that he will gladly come back to work and asks the chief clerk not to leave without agreeing with him. Gregor tries to stop the clerk so as to keep him from leaving with such a negative view of things, but then his mother, backing away, knocks over a coffee pot, causing a commotion and giving the chief clerk an opportunity to get away. Gregor's father picks up a walking stick to drive Gregor back into his room. Gregor gets stuck in the doorway, and his father shoves him through, injuring him in the process, and slams the door behind him.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Gregor wakes up at twilight and smells food. He realizes that his sister had brought him milk with bread in it. Gregor attempts to drink the milk, but finds that he is repulsed by the taste. Gregor notices that his father is not reading the paper to the family as he usually does and there is complete silence in the apartment. He wants someone to come in his room, but the doors are locked from the outside and no one will enter. Gregor climbs under the couch, where he feels more comfortable, and decides that he has to help his family through this difficult situation. Gregor's sister brings him a variety of foods in order to determine what he will eat. She throws away everything he doesn't finish, even if he hasn't touched it. Gregor hides under the couch to protect Grete from having to see him.

Assuming that Gregor can't understand anything, no one talks to him directly, so he learns what is happening by listening to their conversations through the door. He finds out that the family has money saved from his father's business, which had collapsed five year ago. Gregor had not known about this money, and when his father's business fell apart, he had thrown himself into his work in order to provide for his family. The family's initial excitement of receiving his earnings had worn off, however, and he remained intimate only with Grete, whom he had wanted to send to the Conservatory to study the violin.

Gregor watches his movements carefully, since any noise he makes distracts his family. He learns from their conversations that in addition to money from the business, the family has also saved money from his salary, but it isn't enough to live off of for very long. Gregor feels deep shame every time money is mentioned. He finds that his vision is getting worse, so that he can no longer see across the street. Every time Grete walks into the room, she runs to open the window, which bothers Gregor. Realizing that his sister is uncomfortable in his presence, Gregor figures out a way to cover himself with a sheet to keep out of sight. Gregor's parents never come into his room, and when his mother begs to see her son, the others hold her back.

Gregor discovers that he enjoys climbing the walls and the ceiling. Noticing this, his sister decides to give him more space by clearing the furniture from his room, and she asks her mother to help. Gregor's mother says that this will make it look like they are giving up on Gregor's recovery, but Grete disagrees. Hearing his mother's voice, Gregor realizes the importance of the furniture to him. The noise that the women make upsets him, and he decides to come out of hiding to save the framed picture on the wall from being taken.


Seeing him, his mother faints and Grete runs out of the room for medicine to revive her with. Gregor follows and when his sister sees him she runs into his room and slams the door, trapping Gregor outside. His father arrives to find him out of his room and begins throwing apples at him. One of these lodges itself in Gregor's back, almost crippling him. As he loses consciousness, his mother begs her husband to spare her son's life.

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Gregor's injury makes the family decide to be more accepting of him, and they leave his door open so he can watch them. They are very quiet most of the time and extremely tired from the jobs they have taken. No one bothers with Gregor too much. They have replaced the servant girl with a charwoman. Gregor, lying in his room, resorts to his memory. The family considers moving, but can't because they don't know how to move Gregor. He becomes angry that he is being neglected. Grete barely cleans his room and doesn't bother very much with his food anymore. When his mother tries to clean the room in Grete's absence, this triggers a family fight.

The charwoman, discovering Gregor, is not repulsed but rather spends her time teasing him, which annoys him to no end. Three lodgers have moved into the apartment, and the excess furniture, as well as all superfluous junk, is moved into Gregor's room so that he barely has room to move. He also stops eating almost entirely. The door to his room is now usually kept closed because of the lodgers, but Gregor doesn't care any more and often ignores it even when it's open.

The lodgers, who are domineering and receive too much service and respect from Gregor's parents, ask Grete to play the violin in the living room when they hear her practicing. She begins to play, but the lodgers are soon tired of this and move away to show that they are disappointed with her playing. Gregor, however, is drawn to the music and crawls out of his room to get closer, dreaming of getting Grete to play for him in his room and of telling her about his plans to send her to the Conservatory. The lodgers suddenly notice Gregor and give notice immediately, saying they will not pay for the time they have lived there.

Grete steps forward and tells her parents that they have to get rid of Gregor. He is persecuting them and trying to drive them out of the apartment and, if he really were Gregor, he would have left of his own accord and let them live their lives in peace. Suddenly realizing that he feels only love and tenderness for his family, Gregor understands that his sister is right and he should disappear. He returns to his room, waits until sunrise, and dies.

Gregor's family is happy, but they also mourn his passing. Mr. Samsa instantly kicks the lodgers out and the family decides to take the day off from work and go for a stroll. They feel relieved and the future seems bright to them. The parents notice that their daughter has grown up and decide that it is time to find her a husband. At the end of their trip, she is the first to stand up and stretch.


Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

- Don Mclean


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Mad World... What a wonderful World

Imagine a new Future together....


   All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world


Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
   - Gary Jules (Mad World)

  Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns
       Riding, the black swan draws
  A private chaos warbling in its wake,
  Assuming, like a fourth dimension, splendor   
  That calls the child with white ideas of swans   
       Nearer to that green lake
    Where every paradox means wonder. 

  Though the black swan’s arched neck is like   
       A question-mark on the lake,
  The swan outlaws all possible questioning:   
  A thing in itself, like love, like submarine   
  Disaster, or the first sound when we wake;
       And the swan-song it sings
    Is the huge silence of the swan.

…. The Black Swan by James Merrill


… undirected and unpredicted...

The 16 Hundreds...
Juvenal: "Rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno" - "a rare bird in the lands, and very like a black swan.”


Willem de Vlamingh: “ Oh look! A Black Swan!”  (Dutch explorer, (Vlamink?) who discovered Black Swans on the Swan River in Australia.)


The 18 Hundreds...
Hans Christian Anderson: “Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg”.


The 19 Hundreds...

Albert Einstein: " You cannot simultaneously prepare for and prevent war."


Tom 'Tommy' Blue: “If you kick her in the heart, she'll break your leg.” (From the Movie Black Swan, 1942)

Jamie: Church bells.
Tom 'Tommy' Blue: Aye. Some people like to hear them. I like trumpets better ( From The Black Swan, Movie, 1942)


Microsoft: "Ah, the first personal computer!" (1980"s)
1990's: " Ah, a network of networks. The commercialization of the internet"



The 21st Century..

9/11: "Today is truly a day that will never be forgotten.  It was on this day, September 11, 2001, that ..... Events took place that changed the lives of ...."
The Future...

Nelson Mandela: “ A rare Black Swan event!”

Desmond Tutu: “ It is beyond everything we could have ever expected.”

Barack Obama: “ I could have never predicted this... 


Zuckerberg: “ Scientific methods was used in the non-computability of the probability of this consequential event.”

The Pope: “ My bias made all of us blind to uncertainty and the massive role of this event in the future of the World”


A few examples of Black Swan Events through the ages...Yes, it is sometimes interesting to imagine Black Swan events in our future...  it may also be good to observe the lessons of Nassim Taleb...

Nassim Taleb: “Our fixed model considered the "known unknowns", but ignored the "unknown unknowns":
- What is fragile should break early while it is still small

 - No socialisation of losses and privatisation of gains

- Whatever may need to be bailed out should be nationalised; whatever does not need a bail-out should be free, small and riskbearing.
-  People who were driving a school bus blindfolded (and crashed it) should never be given a new bus. The economics establishment (universities, regulators, central bankers, government officials, various organisations staffed with economists) lost its legitimacy with the failure of the system. It is irresponsible and foolish to put our trust in the ability of such experts to get us out of this mess. Instead, find the smart people whose hands are clean.

- Do not let someone making an “incentive” bonus manage a nuclear plant – or your financial risks.


- Counter-balance complexity with simplicity.

- Do not give children sticks of dynamite, even if they come with a warning .

- Only Ponzi schemes should depend on confidence. Governments should never need to “restore confidence”.

- Do not give an addict more drugs if he has withdrawal pains

- Citizens should not depend on financial assets or fallible “expert” advice for their retirement. Citizens should experience anxiety about their own businesses (which they control), not their investments (which they do not control).

- Make an omelette with the broken eggs.


It is all fine to observe the above principles, but...can a small change at one place in a complex system have large effects elsewhere? Does the flap of a butterfly’s wings in South Africa set off a tornado in the rest of the world?
The truth is...?

Thomas Leroy: The truth is when I look at you all I see is the white swan. Yes you're beautiful, fearful, and fragile. Ideal casting. But the black swan? It's a hard fucking job to dance both.
Nina: I can dance the black swan, too.
Thomas Leroy: Really? In 4 years every time you dance I see you obsessed getting each and every move perfectly right but I never see you lose yourself. Ever! All that discipline for what? 


Nina: [whispers] I just want to be perfect.
Thomas Leroy: What?
Nina: I want to be perfect.
Thomas Leroy: [scoffs] Perfection is not just about control. It's also about letting go. Surprise yourself so you can surprise the audience. Transcendence! Very few have it in them.
(From the movie The Black Swan, 2011)

... imagine a Black Swan ...

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

Riding, the black swan draws a private chaos warbling  in its wake.... paradox means wonder...  
'Mmmm…” ISTART2 Caregiver,  27 November 2011

Friday, December 24, 2010

Mr Tambourine Man...

I am a loser. I fail at everything I attempt. I am an awkward, off balance bumbling idiot. I am just like you… but I am me. I put myself down so you can get a lift... That is my serious side.

I am here to mock the serious world we live in. I don’t cry because it is over, I smile because it happened.  I hope I can remind you with a smile, or perhaps a tear, that to be human is to make mistakes… sometimes really stupid mistakes…

This oil spill in the Gulf is affecting everybody.
In fact, when I went to lunch this weekend and ordered the sea bass,
they asked if I wanted it regular or unleaded.

- David Letterman

(A man holds a plastic bag with seawater and oil from the Gulf of Mexico oil spill south of Freemason Island, Louisiana May 7, 2010)

I represent the flip side of sanity. I speak to “power”. I have the ability to speak to the most powerful and the mightiest among us… the governments, the presidents, the kings and queens… I am here to ridicule the establishment and mock authority. I am not the centre of an event… I appear between the great acts, fumble and fall to make you smile again after the tensions created by the heroes we came to admire…

I laugh at myself. I don’t make the joke, I am the joke. I take the bucket in my face, my trousers fall down. I am the one who falls off the ladder. Thank heavens I am only a clown… 


It would have been awful to have been a real human being. But all the world loves a clown?!  I am being tortured for your entertainment. I even pretend to enjoy it... hehe. I know this sounds a bit disturbing… hey? Doesn’t it? Does it make me fundamentally a victim?

Sometimes I scare me a little bit... I tell the truth. My jokes, which seem trivial, are actually all true. Sometimes I think it is not I who is crazy, foolish or upside down… but the world. Sometimes I think I am the only one that really sees clearly. Can you see me? I am no victim. I confront authority openly. I am a truthteller in a world of lies… I highlight the madness of this world with my wit... I think... therefore I clown...


I prefer actions to words... and signs to talking. People think I am a fool... 

They think I cannot deal with trauma very well. Maybe they are right? But I make them laugh... laughter has always been the language of the spirit… it is a light… it is warmth. And the gods of healing and good fortune always find a way inside the hardest heart to connect us to the Heart of the sky. 



All power play is an illusion. Through my humour I think laterally and outside the box. I am the symbol of freedom from the imprisonment of the human spirit in a confined world. Through humour we can transcend… we can see that the emperor has no clothes… that we all have balloon like ego’s….

We live on the Planet of the Apes. Is that funny? Or serious?” – Robert Wilson

Comedy and tragedy are closely related. The yin and yang of the human condition… I know people everywhere realize that the most powerful people in the world are those who give their power away… it is easy for me to play the fool… I don’t have to prove nothing…

It seems plausible that folly and fool, like magic and religion, meet some deeply rooted need in human society.” Peter Berger

Can you see me now?

There are two kinds of people in this world. People who hate clowns… and clowns. People who bring their own clown to life… and their own imagination into play. We all know clearly the difference between "reality” and “imagination” In the imagination anything is possible… it is the space charged with the possible. With being a clown for a while we can discover our own archetype within ourselves…. We can find our own ways of being a clown… we are given permission to clown around a bit, to be a child again, to be in a naïve and fragile state, to experience opposites through intensity and amplification.

We can experience a metamorphoses… take of our clothes…. Put on our red noses, those outrageous shoes, the larger-than- life shorts… open ourselves a bit….  Bring out our imagination…listen to our feelings…listen to our bodies… listen to others… improvise…

Being a clown is more than a state. It is a movement, a dynamic process – it is even a two way movement: feet on the ground and head in the clouds. This duality facilitates the emergence of our imagination.

Let’s keep our feet on the ground. Let’s remain alert to the concrete reality that surrounds us. Smell it… hear it….feel the world touching us…. Experience this anchor of reality…the security of it. This is our invitation to drift further into the absurd… look at the world beyond what we know…move at the edge of two worlds… that of imagination… and reality… 

Experience the feeling of being in a permanent state of instability…. Do not control… when we let go of control we become aware and surprised by the depth that emerges… give ourselves permission to be a non-conformist for a while…take out the clown in the closet… play with rules and social conventions… Just for  short while “pretend” not to be the responsible, mature, educated and intelligent (which we all are of course!) person… allow ourselves just for a minute a two to become an unruly spirit prone to excesses and a keen explorer of the edges of things…rid yourself of dogma… find a new direction… move forward… exceed the speed of light. Is this the real world? Is this just fantasy?

Light and dark are merely facets of reality. To shatter constraints inside our spirit one has to explode mentally in order to break free of the limitations of our perceptions…. Let’s imagine a new world… together… reality is always way ahead of what we can imagine!

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.


You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you” – Bob Dylan... is it blowin' in the wind?

Send in the clowns… it is 2011 before 12!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Spirit of the Great Heart... Asimbonanga

Embarking on a journey to find your true self… your core… your destiny… your inner soul… the mythical being inside you… your reason for being on this earth… the dream for your life… your purest desire… All these themes are probably just ways to ask whether you are really being true to yourself. Not the easiest journey, but a journey that continues to be one of the most profound, personal experiences I could ever imagine….



The world is full of strange behaviour
Every man has to be his own saviour
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searching for a Great Heart to stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A Great Heart to stand me by

I'm searching for the Spirit of the Great Heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart
Under African sky


Sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
The whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's the rolling thunder across the savanna
A hope and dream at the edge of the sky

And your life is a story like the wind
Your life is a story like the wind


- Johnny Clegg and Savuka (Spirit of the Great Heart)





A very important part of my journey over the past few years involved accessing the will of the universal soul… finding the spirit of the great heart by looking deep inside and defining my innermost desires. Looking for, choosing and immersing myself in archetypes and symbols that most closely matched my intentions. These “reminders of inspiration” turned out to be the keys to my true and ever unfolding destiny



Many people have inspired me over the years, most of them still do… It is extremely interesting to seek the most inspirational characteristic in people and friends around me… and they all have it… we all have magic within us. I can surely say that I have only encountered two people in my lifetime that I have experienced as being evil…(the Christians are giving poor ole Satan way too much credit - the "blame the devil" - mentality) Yes, I have met a few people whom I did not like, but even they had some kind of beauty within them… I consciously also try not to label people… the minute we do that we become stuck… like a butterfly in a jar….



Archetypes are more than just people… they are the “bigger than life” mythical figures we talk about around the campfire… the legends… the heroes... So, over the past three years I visited the places where I could get close to the lives and history of my archetypes. I spent many hours researching, reading and finding out as much as I could about these mythical beings that inspired me so much.I wanted to feel what they felt... see what they saw... smell what they smelt...



I must confess that quite a few historical figures really tickle my inner being… Kafka, Cleopatra, Dali, Mozart, Jung, Nietzsche, Tutu, Ataturk, Tutankhamen, Batman (Yes, I've been to Hollywood), The Joker, Goya, Michaelangelo, Donnie Darko, Sitting Bull, Nefertiti, Gaudi, Steve Biko … and I visited all the places where they have spent their lives or parts of it… still need to visit China and India to learn about Taoism and Gandhi.



My favourite archetype took me to a temple site at Ephesus in Turkey during April 2009. The only temple in the world where a pillar of one of the ancient seven wonders of the world is still in existence. The temple is named after a beautiful woman.




She is a nonconformist, the wild one, the rule breaker, the fearless warrior who fights for what she believes in. She is ARTEMIS, the twin sister of Apollo and daughter of Zeus. The goddess of wild animals and birds. 





Artemis had a beloved companion, Orion. He then boasted that he would slay all the beasts of the earth. Gaia (the earth) sent forth a scorpion to slay him, and when he fell, the grief stricken Artemis placed him amongst the stars as the constellation Orion. Orion is one of the most conspicuous and most regonizable constellations in the night sky and visible throughout the world. Orion is also a very useful aid in locating other stars.



The inherent message from Artemis to me: Create stars that will be visible throughout the world.





The second archetype reminds me of the wife of Lot in the Bible… this poor woman only looked back and turned to stone. (The vicious Guy in the Sky does not sleep according to Christian mythology!)  My archetype MEDUSA is to be found in Istanbul. In October 2009 I flew off to Turkey once again with the purpose of exploring the mystery legend of the snake headed woman.


Medusa, one of three sisters in Greek mythology known as the Gorgons, had a destructive effect upon humans. In many myths, she appeared as a horribly ugly woman with hair made of snakes, although occasionally she was described as being beautiful. In both forms, Medusa's appearance was deadly: any person who gazed directly at her would turn to stone.



With the help of the goddess Athena and a group of nymphs Perseus cut off Medusa's head in one swipe and put it in a bag. The drops of blood that fell from the head turned into Medusa's two sons—Chrysaor and Pegasus


My personal message from Medusa: We as humans destruct ourselves and turn to stone when we look around and see what is happening to the earth. Why does this happen?Why can't we all not get involved to save the earth by taking little actions that will leave behind an earth we can be proud of? … we all have wings like Pegasus…we must just use them. (Ons moet nou nie ‘n klomp klippe wees nie, man!!)



Atlanta, the city of MARTIN LUTHER KING, was also on my list. I arrived there in September 2009 to learn about this great hero.





"All I'm saying is simply this, that all life is interrelated, that somehow we're caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason, I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality".


— Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


Striking words! My personal learning from Martin Luther King:


- Follow your dreams and do what you need to do…
- We are all connected - allow one another to be...
- All people of all countries are interdependent ... we are all world citizens




To find my next two archetypes was quite easy… I just had to return to South Africa… and having had the privilege to experience the miracle of the great change from Apartheid to a democratic society, I could learn firsthand from the greats: NELSON MANDELA and DESMOND TUTU. I can honestly recommend a visit to the Apartheidsmuseum and Robben Island. Many books and articles about these two great leaders are available everywhere…



As you know, I am not impressed with religion. Everywhere I look, religion, their leaders and most of the followers send a message that divide people … the psychological, emotional and physical killing fields in the name of religion is there for all to see. Yuk! But... One man, Rev Desmond Tutu rises above this petty arrogance… and earns respect of people worldwide. (Can the Pope please recruit Rev Tutu for a consulting job in humanity ?)


Rainbow Nation is a term coined by Archbishop Desmond Tutu to describe post-apartheid South Africa, after South Africa's first fully-democratic election in 1994.


The phrase was elaborated upon by President Nelson Mandela in his first month of office, when he proclaimed: "Each of us is as intimately attached to the soil of this beautiful country as are the famous jacaranda trees of Pretoria and the mimosa trees of the bushveld - a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world."


The term was intended to encapsulate the unity of multi-culturalism and the coming-together of people of many different nations, in a country once identified with the strict division of white and black.



Tutu spoke of the 'Rainbow People of God'. As a cleric, this metaphor drew upon the Old Testament story of Noah's Flood, and its ensuing rainbow of peace. Within South African indigenous cultures, the rainbow is associated with hope and a bright future (as in Xhosa culture).

Whether the rainbow has Newton's seven colours, or five of the Nguni (i.e., Xhosa and Zulu) cosmology, the colours are not taken literally to represent particular cultural groups. The implied rhetoric avoids direct reference to colour in the sense of race (especially when acknowledging that natural rainbows have neither white nor black, the two race-associative colours). The colours are simply said to symbolise the diversity of South Africa's usually unspecified cultural, ethnic or racial groups. And we should be working hard to SHOUT against the red stuff on our flag. Why are such a small number of anarchists keeping all the good people captured?

“My humanity is bound up in yours, for we can only be human together.” – Desmond Tutu


My learning from Desmond Tutu:


- As South Africans we have a miracle to sell to the rest of the world… the concept of sustainability is not just a “green” issue… it is a rainbow issue … we need to get all the people in the world to take hands and take care of this planet.
-… and stop using religious excuses and religious self righteousness as a barrier to divide the nations of the world


For me, the most touching words by Nelson Mandela is to be seen in the following clip:



“It is music and dancing that makes me at peace with the world… and at peace with myself…” – Nelson Mandela



My core learning from Nelson Mandela:

- Music and Art brings peace to the world... and to the self
- After climbing one hill, there are many more hills to climb…
- Simunye… We are one … ubuntu



Learning from my archetypes created the philosophical foundation for the Istart2 initiative. In my next blog I will complete the picture with a focus on the main symbols connecting my archetypes and the symbols that resonate within my soul.

“ Da’s ‘n sterriekie inni gaaikie inni mirrel funny c

In the words of Nelson Mandela:”It always seems impossible, until it is done" 
We have only just begun...