At Last. To breathe with love.

The words of power are the same every generation which may be spoken by anyone at any ‘time’. It is the Word which was made flesh and ultimately there are few words we need to know, to breathe with love. And be affirmed by nature.


The following is the lead editorial of the first hard copy of The English Bay Banner to be published this summer, and every three months after with a whopping 32 pages plus, supplemented by weekly posts on this site. Go baby go.

LITERACY IS YOUR FREEDOM

You would not be called onto the carpet or shoved into a closet with a dunce’s hat if you were to ask, “Has the whole world gone to hell?” Just check your TV guide.
Is teenage suicide becoming a rational act? Are the hearts of men being inhabited by something insidious? Just watch those video games your son is playing.
War is the way we measure our history.
It appears that even educators have lost interest, except on the picket lines, and eight year term leaders clearly evacuated their moral basis - embarrassingly so to their constituents. Fodder for pope-bashing Jay Leno of the Holy Handshakes but no help to young minds.
Lifestyles of Celebrities are ruling the airwaves with vulgarity and a kind of self-assurance that is repugnant to a decent person. Who would want to be King of this current snakepit?
The “Look-at-Me Industry” is alive and functioning in Vancouver pouring cash into vanity while intellectual life is lost in the anxiety and chaos of banality and competitiveness.
Our society here in this city has been transformed in a bloodless revolution ever since the federal government started selling citizenships to the wealthy, who did not necessarily bring any interest or compassion to our spiritual environment. In our history the newcomers have expressed very little interest.
While our awarenesses fluctuate and hover like bees attending the matters of their existence – nevertheless flying the way they do defying gravity – so indeed may we, across the dimensions of meaning imbued as we are with spirit and in that experience decry the mundane.
Clearly we can’t be flying all the time, our minds constantly exalted, as it is equally important to witness a first step, to take our own and even to experience frustrations and difficulties through which we persevere. Philosophers and avatars throughout the ages have challenged our minds to step up and view the broader horizon where clean winds blow, perhaps to clear the dust accumulating on the soul rendering it again translucent.
The mood of the philosopher is always inculcating him to face the onslaught of time and his selected words may consume or create (or both simultaneously) to reform the context, possibly even to renew the human atmosphere urging each individual to regain their sight of the original, their membership in the living.
Do we need to reexamine the importance we attribute to our memories, to our failed relationships; to witness that original transaction which permitted the festering illusion? Shall we empty this box of mental baggage that we may allow the refilling of our inner sanctum with unadulterated energy, driven by goodness? Maybe.
Can you afford to judge another human being or is the inherent cost of that mental affair your own freedom?
These are the questions which The English Bay Banner will continue to examine every issue. In keeping with the thought of Socrates (see unhappy face), a man who managed to mention before he chose suicide, “the unexamined life is not worth living.”

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