Growing into The Spirit of The Sixties

Stefan Schindler with John Lennon collage

by Stefan Schindler

In my early childhood – born just north of San Francisco, and fresh from two years in England – I spent four years in Texas, then one in Alabama, unconsciously absorbing from both states a culture of racism and American superiority.

Then the family moved to Japan, where I spent three years absorbing a new culture, and, subconsciously, an alternative worldview. It changed my life, and I shall be forever grateful. When the family moved from Japan to Pennsylvania, I was shocked to discover fellow students who had never been out of their home state. I was like a visitor from the moon.

My formal education continued to be mostly ignoration, but the year was 1960, just in time for me to grow into The Spirit of The Sixties. As I  watched The Beatles evolve into Peacemakers, coinciding with my college years, I began to realize just how brainwashed I had been.

My father, a bomber pilot in World War Two, was a career officer in the U.S. Air Force, rising through the ranks to become a Lieutenant Colonel. Hence our family’s many moves around the country and the world. Hence also my military upbringing.

When I entered Dickinson College in 1966, I joined ROTC (and its elite “Pershing Rifles” group). I quit after six weeks, having been ordered to do this and that my entire life, and now, in college, finally free from my father’s commanding influence, and joyfully participating more and more in the anti-establishment counter-culture revolution.

By my senior year at Dickinson, 1970, while President Nixon continued The Vietnam War, I was a member of S.D.S – Students for a Democratic Society – and with fellow peacemakers disrupting ROTC drill performances on the football field, and, more importantly, marching in peace demonstrations outside the gates of the Army War College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, just a few blocks from Dickinson.

After graduate school, post-1975,  I embarked upon a self-education program, leading to my further political awakening, a new appreciation for Mark Twain and William James as members of The Anti-Imperialism League, and the writing of my book, America’s Indochina Holocaust: The History and Global Matrix of The Vietnam War.

Now, just about a year from 2020, I see The United States of Amnesia failing to learn the lessons of history, and increasingly becoming a high-tech version of Plato’s cave, governed by plutocracy, divided more and more by economic apartheid, and careening toward ecological apocalypse, nuclear war, and another Great Depression. John Lennon was right – “We are led by lunatics.”

Fortunately, the spirit of Emerson, James, and Twain lives on in the activism, writings and wisdom of people like H. G. Wells, Aldous Huxley, I. F. Stone, Martin Luther King, Noam Chomsky, Michael Parenti, John Pilger, John Prados, Dan Ellsberg, the Berrigan brothers, Molly Ivins, Howard Zinn, Bertrand Russell, Amy Goodman, Gore Vidal, Norman Mailer, Victor Wallis, Naomi Klein, Lewis Lapham, Thich Nhat Hann, Sulak Sivaraksa, the Dalai Lama, Vandana Shiva, and so many others.

Like Maya Angelou, I know “Why The Caged Bird Sings.” I know that the meaning of life is learning and service. And I give thanks for friends like Toni Snow and Lewis Randa, who help me keep the faith and keep on truckin’, as a Compassionate Peacemaker and global citizen, committed to Universal Brother-Sisterhood.

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CRAZY WISDOM

By Stefan Schindler

 Do you occasionally feel that you’re about to go crazy? Or think that perhaps you already have? Do you often feel like Don Quixote, vainly tilting at windmills? Yes, probably. But then you remember the meaning of the term Greater Fool. A Greater Fool is one who exhibits greatness in commitment to peace, no matter how foolish that commitment seems in a world intent on going mad.

You remember that you are not alone. You have comrades. Millions of brothers and sisters equally committed to kindness and compassion. They too are Greater Fools, like Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Romero, Tolstoy, Emerson, Tagore. Like Mother Jones, Emma Goldman, Dorothy Day, Helen Keller, Vandana Shiva, Amy Goodman, Naomi Klein. Like Martin Luther King and Muhammad Ali. Like Mark Twain, William James, Noam Chomsky, Michael Parenti, Michael Moore, Howard Zinn. Like Meister Eckhart, Thomas Merton, George Fox, Matthew Fox, Thich Nhat Hanh, the Dalai Lama. Like Rosa Parks, Maya Angelou, Jane Fonda, Joan Baez, Susan Sarandon, the Trung sisters of Vietnam. Like Bertrand Russell, Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus. John and Robert Kennedy, too. Greater Fools, one and all.

And, yes, The Beatles. “All you need is love,” they sang, and you hum it every day. War without end seems to be the world’s way, and yet you never cease to chant, “Give peace a chance.” The Statue of Liberty weeps. Mother Earth is crucified. Storm clouds darken the horizon. And yet you sing: “Here comes the sun.” Yes, I am you, you are me, and we are all the walrus. We have each other. We keep the faith. We persevere.

Chogyam Trungpa, combining Tibetan Buddhism and Zen, called it Crazy Wisdom. So, yes, it’s OK to be a little crazy, as long as your craziness is that of the Greater Fool. Humanity may elect lunatics for leaders, and go about their business sleepwalking through history. Yet you, at least, are awake. Indeed, you are part of The Great Awakening. You belong to The Global Peace Abbey. It welcomes all and has no walls. We are warriors for peace, on the cutting edge of evolution. There is no greater satisfaction, no greater joy, no greater service.

So rejoice, my friend. The angels sing your praises, and lend you unconditional support. The reward for service is increased opportunity to serve.

Winter Solstice: On this Day of the Longest Night . . .

Stonehenge at dawn on winter solstice. This image is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike license. Author: Mike Peel.

By Anthony J. Marsella, Ph.D.

 In 2017, winter in the Northern Hemisphere begins on Thursday, December 21, at 16:28 UTC.  It is the shortest day of the year; it is the day of the longest night.

For thousands of years, humans sought understanding of the cosmic wonder of day and night — the endless cycle of sun and moon. What if the cycle ceased?

What is the mystery of the rising and setting of the sun and the moon? What if the sun fails to rise? What if the moon and darkness remain? Is this possible? Fated? Predictable? Perhaps!

What did ancients think of daily cosmic wonders apparent to the eye, but bewildering to the mind?  The sun rises and descends; the moon rises and descends. An endless cycle! Ancients wondered is this a cosmic battle of unknown  forces, a struggle between day and night, light and darkness, goodness and evil?

Ancients summoned their oldest and wisest for explanation, understanding, comfort. Tell us, sages:

“What is it? What does this cycle mean? What should we do? What must we know of these things?

Should we sacrifice? Should we light fires, demonstrating we can create light? Should we seek refuge in dark caves, and there draw creatures on stone walls? Should we build stone monuments, predicting the courses of the sun and the moon? Will homage ensure survival?

Should we sing and dance? Should we wear frightening costumes, should we shout and curse and threaten the forces bringing darkness? What should we do? The sun burns our eyes, the moon commands stares — are both good and bad?

Pacify the Unknown

Amid uncertainty, amid fear, we cried:

We must raise stone monuments to touch the heavens; we must  gather stones of such weight and proportion they will stand forever, gifts for all who follow! We must position stones in circles for circles too are mystery. We ask, how can a line connect from beginning to end? This perfection, this safety for all within the circle’s limits.

We must raise monuments of stone to honor the sun and the moon. Only stone is permanent, only stone defies the ravages of time, only stone is eternal.  

On this Day of the Longest Night

In reverence, ancients awaited the shining sun. Permanent night? Could this be?

“We must chant, we must pray, we sacrifice, we must . . . !”

Our wisest marked days and nights:The sun must rest; a long darkness will descend upon us.

“Fear not!” A rested sun will win the battle!

We are told, each day will be longer, bringing comfort and protection. We are told, this day of the longest night will pass. It must! We must believe! We must . . .

Can we be certain? Can we trust our wisest? We have done all we can do. Now powers decide our fate. Be not afraid!

If darkness is permanent, we will learn to sleep by fire, to plant by moon, to hunt amid shadows, aware now, more than before, of sounds, smells, touches. We must not fear!

And for People Today

And so today, our calendar is clearly marked. We need nothing more. We note the day and date: December 21, “the day of the longest night.”

So be it! We are taught about the sun’s angles on Earth’s rotation. We will turn electric lights on earlier and turn them off later, without hesitation or doubt. There are no more concerns. There is shopping to do, cookies to be made, TV programs to be watched! Saturday night lights from stadiums, Tokyo, more beautiful in night than in day.

Will we remember the event of this day as it was experienced ten thousand years ago?  Sages — men, women, children — priests and priestesses — painted faces and limbs in animal skins and robes, torches, potions, drinking, dancing, chanting, begging, praying — supplicants, appeasing unknown forces, comforting uncertainty.

We continue to gather at sanctified places across the world: men, women, children, casting aside clothes in favor of animal skins and painted faces and limbs. We moan and sigh as light dims, and dark descends.

And then, as has been true across time, we shout and cheer, the experience of joy and hope captured in song by the Beatles: “Here Comes the Sun . . . And it’s all right.” Yes, yes, so let it be written, so let it be sung — forever!