This is a big one. It must be. This is one of the few times in my life I have created a list. I have gone over this topic in my mind for almost a week using the word reconciliation as the ‘headline’. Although until yesterday, I didn’t feel like a had a big enough view of the scope this word can carry. I imagine that by the end of this piece my understanding will be much greater and hopefully that of the readers as well. I have ten let’s say, sub-topics on this list which I’m going to use as a guide to keep a visual reference of these ideas. Normally I don’t work this way. I’m more of a big picture person. Let me explain. First I need the goal. Knowing the goal I use my (what I consider fairly vast) life experiences to ascertain the situation. I would say that this part is pretty normal. Now I have the goal, and the situation. Next, obstacles. This is my bag. I just had an adrenaline rush thinking about it. Bring it on!
…Entering a Challenge State psychologically…
Alright, time to put the blade down and plow. Goal, situation, obstacles, 50% more blood pumping underneath my relaxed skin with a lowered blood pressure and increased oxygen intake… Done. This is all I need to create forward momentum. I don’t need tiny low-level details to intrude with my progress. These tiny processes creating solutions come to me instantaneously and with numerous options for overcoming these sub-obstacles. I’m not a person that can plan out something to absolute detail to solve a problem. To me this is a waste of time. Every moment and every interaction in that moment can only be predicted to a certain degree. Chaos will ensue regardless of your much committed, thought out, over-revised and time-consuming perfect plan. Guess what, while you’re thinking about how to shovel that snow, I’ve been shoveling it. Yeah there’s all kinds of little details like, “What if you bang into a rock or a piece of ice?”. Well, um, I’ve kinda already…. Sorry. Thinking will get you nowhere without action. I can think about how hungry I am until I starve to death. Unless of course I act and eat. I’m able to tackle all types of problems with my pattern. However this time I have reconciled with my normal, somewhat haphazard process and opted to take that pause in time and create a list.
Twenty-one words is what I have written. Twenty-one words separated with nine commas and one hyphen. Among these twenty-one words, four of them are the same. Any guesses? Nope. Only one ‘the’. Blood is the word. I’m choosing to make this word red and will do so throughout this piece. This is my goal. Global Reconciliation among humans. Did I just write that? Global? Yes I did because there is no other way. Sub-goal now. Use my energy to have every human take on the belief deep inside of them that we are all connected. This is a must. I will prove it to you through this boundless determination and energy that I possess. I now believe that I have found the purpose for it. It has been a constant guide my whole life. An endless absorption of those around me. The steadfast, monotonous pain when noticing the discomfort of another. A beautiful ability to draw people out of their bubbles and explore anything and everything.
I have spent hours combining into days, with people who began as strangers to me and sometimes to each other. These hours are spent fishing, eating, hiking, and talking. Sometimes, and to me quite importantly there is also silence. The phrase teach a man to fish is something that is extremely deep-seated to me. If anyone could ever organize all the world’s leaders representing all groups of Peoples across the planet and bring them to me at Ghost River Lodges in Sioux Lookout Ontario, I could guarantee World Peace. If I had two months with these people connecting with each other in an isolated environment we’d hash it out. Isolated from humans perhaps and definitely from cities but enriched with the liveliness of the wild. As well as the liveliness of me. We’re all wild. Some of us more than others. When I get families, co-workers, and friends along with me in my boat or with me in the wild there is a connection that cannot be escaped. There’s also an honesty that comes from fishing that I’m going to have to delve into another time. Dropping a baited line into the unseen depths. Doing what you can to attract a connection. Maybe deeper than any waters on the planet. This honest connection out fishing that I’ve felt, and those who have been with me have also felt, will last beyond life and death. These are stories that will span eternity. Every nibble, the bump in your heart directly afterwards, now setting the hook to retrieve your catch is all different. Frantically putting on rain gear to avoid the oncoming cloud which never comes. Have you ever seen people dancing into rain gear in a boat? The smile of a child when he or she sees that not only is this fishing rod being pulled around, it’s being pulled around by an animal! A wild animal! A wild animal that they have caught! I’ve had children drop their rods in the boat when they see their first fish break the surface of the lake. Whether in excitement, or disbelief it doesn’t matter to me. It matters even less to their parents. A connection that not only am I a part of but one I’ve helped create. I’m now part of these people. Part of their blood. These moments are only once. In that oneness is also us. Smiling, laughing, thanking nature and the fish for allowing this time together and with nourishment. Mmmmmmm! Nothing like a shore lunch! I promise you! Now we’re connected with the blood of the fish as well as with the eye contact and human moments. I have also rarely come back from fishing unscathed. My blood now a part of it. A poke from a stiff spine from a dorsal fin on a walleye is almost unavoidable. The razor-sharp gill plates maybe even more so. Some of my blood has spilled now. As we laugh, share, and eat our fish. All of us connected now with the blood of those fish, the insects they ate in the waters that we float on and the oils from the sweet wood smoke lining our skins and our lungs. Sharing a memory is like sharing blood. It is now something that we have together flowing through our brains, carrying over generations and lasting forever.
Buzz..zzzzz..zzzzzzzzzz.zzap! Mosquitoes! Ahh! There are 64 types of mosquitoes in my province of Ontario in Canada. There are only couple of handfuls that actually are attracted to human blood. Among those, and with all mosquitoes as far as I can find, only the females feed on blood. Both sexes require sugar to survive but only the females are able to draw blood. You might be wondering where I’m going with this. My handy outdoor lead-up didn’t hurt things. However I’m not going to continue along that vein. An unintentional pun. Mosquitoes are carriers of many diseases. Malaria being one of them. People get malaria from mosquitoes transferring blood from infected animals and humans to others. Last night while listening to the first of five Massey Lectures given by Lawrence Hill last year on CBC Radio One is where this connection of people with blood through mosquitoes was delivered to me. I’ve been attacked, yes attacked, by mosquitoes and black flies for my whole life during the summers and falls. Not once have I ever thought of the fact that animals and humans alike are connected through blood by mosquito bites. Obviously this isn’t a transfusion capable of disrupting your blood type. Although quite obviously a enough of a transfusion to spread diseases. Life taking diseases. So much in fact that when it was mosquito season (also summer) plantation owners would leave their properties to be run completely by their slaves. Who I can imagine were mostly of African decent. The owners wanted to completely avoid the spread of malaria all together. At the time unknowing it was mosquitoes responsible for the vast spread of the disease. The common thought was there was a ‘bad air’ in the summer months that plagued people. A moral reconciliation would have had to been made on both sides.
What ever happened to blood letting? People used to do it to try to cure sickness. Purge their body of impurities. Sacrificing blood for deities. Sacrificing a life for a god. Be it an animal or human life. The Aztec’s claim that 10, 000-80, 400 people were sacrificed in the building of a pyramid. It’s been done in Japan, apparently burying maidens underneath buildings to bless them. Spilling blood and or taking a life as a gift to bless a new season or a hunting trip. For myself, I can’t seem to work on anything mechanical without shedding some blood on the project. I have the conviction that nothing can be fixed without spilling some. Usually a gash or a pressure cut on my much loved hands. I’m also a hunter. Letting blood is something that is very important to me. This is something that I take very seriously on many levels. I am taking a life. A life that I have made a tobacco offering for before I begin my hunting season. Asking the animals for a chance to continue my life and the lives of my family, friends, and those in need with food. The body of an amazing animal that has had an amazing life in our absolutely, and yes, amazing outdoors here in Northern Ontario. I promise these animals during my offering that if I am given an opportunity that I will take advantage of it using my utmost respect and with all the skill that I have. I have practiced endlessly to acquire these skills. Become a completely efficient marksman in all terms. A marksman with rifles as well as with a bow. A human who becomes a stalker. I become part of the woods. I will ensure that I will take your life cleanly, the lives of your family cleanly. I will use all of you that I can and share you with those who need it. I also thank these animals for the opportunity when this special moment happens. I have never taken an animal without it knowing I am there. I make eye contact. Ready myself and speak softly while positioning my weapon. “Thank you for this opportunity. You will be well taken care of. Now, I have drawn your last breath from you and let loose most of your blood. Now is our time together. We will share this moment. By taking your flesh into my body we are now joined by blood.” Time to take aim and choose the moment. The spilling of blood is sacred. Most of the extremist behavior concerning blood letting has all left our planet. To an extent. Head hunting isn’t in the Kijiji hiring section last time I checked. Although during the short life of this century and the one before, kamikaze pilots and suicide bombings are something we’re familiar with. Pilots of Zero’s sent on one way trips to span the ocean only to have their propeller stopped by the heavy steel of a Navy ship in a dive bomb impact. Religious fanatics committing suicide armed with a backpack or a vehicle full of explosives. All with claim that they are the better Peoples on our planet. Combined with their deep beliefs of gifts in the afterlife to be had because of their sacrifice. Their form of sacred reconciliation. Blood. Spilled in vain.
Blood now under pressure in veins. Preserving what is our life. Our existence. Trapped beneath our skin, this fluid contains our DNA. Just like our hidden genomes our own true personalities lie buried held tightly behind our front. I’ve talked about this before. Unlike a cut in our skin that could drain our blood and kill us, opening a hole in your wall can only expose your greatness. Menstruation is something that you might think I would have talked about while examining blood letting. I see it completely differently. If there were no menstruation there would be no life. Aristotle wrote something along the lines of ‘..Women are defective and must bleed because they cannot produce semen. Men have the ability to turn blood into semen therefore women must shed excess blood…’ Also according to the great Aristotle, both parts of a new human embryo are within the mans testes. The male in the right and the woman in the left. The woman is only nourishment for the seed to grow. This gave me a huge ‘enlightenbulb’. I think that’s German by the way. Besides what does spell check know. Women have absolutely been persecuted for all of time! What is wrong with us! Seriously. If there is any reconciliation necessary it is long overdue to women. To be told that you’re only a vessel for a new human (which better be a man for generations) and you give nothing to the life of this being but a warm home and a meal is absolute persecution, slavery, abuse and I could go on and on. This is insane! Literal thoughts of men once there was language until this day contain amazing gems of hate. If something bleeds for a week and doesn’t die from illness or other and is dramatically healed, must be something evil. It appears to me that women have quite the ability to create blood. If they can grow and provide everything for a new human inside of them, it is nothing less than extraordinary. Enough blood for their own body and that of their new child. Enough blood that contains the oxygen, adrenaline and energy to give birth to this new being. To let it go physically severing the blood connection they have had for almost a year and create its own life. Leaving it with the ability to make its own blood and pump it around this beautiful new body. Leaving the mother capable of reconciling that this physical disconnection will never change that her and her new child are, and forever will be connected with and through their blood.
The ripples of The Big Bang have been recorded and measured according to scientists studying a tiny pocket of space using their Bicep2 telescope. Isolated in the Antarctic hiding out from the well below zero Celsius temperatures watching light waves in space. Well not exactly light waves. More of a bend in the fabric of space due to extreme heat caused by what the scientists believe was the Big Bang. The embryo of our existence. Potentially another step closer to our physicists forming the almost forgotten but now sought after Unified Field Theory. Or The Grand Field Theory depending on how you stand I suppose. We have had genius mathematicians working on solving our planetary and universal mysteries for generations. Most now searching for this unified theory. We’re smashing particles together at light speed to find new particles. Blasting them apart in a Hadron Collider to solve what? I have an absolute belief that Peoples today and before that have had zero contact with new technology (anything electric is my basic definition) lived happy and fulfilled lives. When and if this theory is solved would mean nothing to a Buddhist monk searching for true enlightenment. Furthermore, like gravity still is today, this will more than likely still be a theory! As much as I’m enthralled by physics I’m way more interested in a UFP. A Unified People Planet. The philosophers and utopians of the world need their own particle accelerator. One that is able to crash good energies into each other and explode them into finding new ways of connecting. We might need some help from a few scientists for that one.
Shall we reconcile ourselves to one day soon realize the more physical and digital inanimate objects we create and fill our lives with, the more emotionally disconnected we are from ourselves and those around us. Disconnecting emotionally from people and feeling like we’re able to transfer all of our being through a hand-held electronic device is pulling you away from yourself. A true connection between humans in real life will spread faster than any virus that other kinds of scientists could ever invent. Without a doubt using this vast entity of the internet to spread word and support some connection will be key. But I promise you it means nothing without actually using your warm blood to move your beautiful body to someone in your life and create a connection. Knowing inside that the only true way harmony can ever work is inside ourselves. Even if you have been hurt, emotionally battered, or blood drawn and an apology has been given to you, the only way it will work is if you truly are able to have settlement with yourself. Without blame meanwhile owning your own mistakes deep in your thoughts, beliefs and yes of course, your blood.
Reconciliation could be our own philosophical unified theory. Blast this energy around with those who are close to you and those who you wish were closer. You might get lucky with your baited line dangling out there. Be patient, calm, attentive. You too will be able to teach another to fish once you have learned yourself.
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