Our degraded human value system

“How’s it possible that humans always have money for killing and for exploitation, but struggle to find resources for good causes?” Joy asked.

It seemed illogical and unjust. The human value system was upside down. Caring professions that in the past were deemed valuable – like nursing and teaching – were now taken for granted and were superseded by high-paying but near socially irrelevant career activities like playing football, singing pop songs and selling derivatives on the stock markets.

This degraded value system was being held in place by two major illusions: that the more money a person has, the more esteemed they are – no matter how they acquire their fortune; and that people who work for good causes should earn only a basic salary – hence the term not-for-profit. Joy felt the urge to shatter these myths that were keeping the masses imprisoned by materialism, the power-hungry in positions of control and those motivated by the will to do good financially disempowered. Continue reading

Cosmic jokes

Upstairs has a definite sense of humour i.e. sometimes the Universe likes to play cosmic jokes on us, which can be very funny. A regular way these jokes show up is by way of synchronistic moments. For example, last Christmas, my partner indicated his intention to buy me a piece of jewellery as a present. Neither he nor I are persons to follow social conventions like buying gifts for Christmas, so I was a little surprised by this suggestion. All the same, I liked the idea of being spoilt (!) so I let him know I’d really like a ring or a bracelet. I love fashion jewellery – some stunningly beautiful pieces at much more affordable prices than the more traditional jewellery. So, one day when we were in the town centre, I tried to encourage my partner to keep his promise. However, no matter how many shops I endeavoured to take him to, where there were some wonderful pieces of jewellery, he showed no inclination to go through with his initial suggestion. I wasn’t too bothered about it, although I remember thinking it would have been nice.

That same evening, we pulled one of the Christmas crackers (a very English tradition) that my mother had sent us. (She never tires, year after year, to try to encourage me to get into the Christmas spirit.) Inside these crackers there’s always a small gift. Well, lo and behold, what fell out of the cracker? A ring, of course! Ok, it was plastic (!) as is the norm for such gifts, but it was an attractive blue colour and exactly the shape I would have wanted had my partner bought me a ring at one of the shops that day. Continue reading