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The Butchers and the Mum

An army guy had to die in Woolwich. Why was that?

Some Ecuadorian tribes have an interesting approach to mental illness. Instead of looking for the origin (and the cure) inside the crazy, they study the patient’s social environment. Following that philosophy, some treat these people in small communities, which often proves very effective.

Right after the Muslim boys had killed the British soldier, Ingrid Loyeau-Kennet appeared on the spot. Puzzled, she started conversation and found that they had killed this man. Unarmed, she allowed them to approach holding their bloody knives and simply asked them “why?”.

In his speech, David Cameron calls this lady a hero. By speaking to them, she distracted their attention, allowing the police to surround and conquer them. She may have saved other men from heaving their throats slit or skulls bashed in. Unarmed, a hero. But the media forgot stressing the power of honest attention.

Why did the murderers not slice the lady apart? Where did she find the courage to face them in such a tranquil way? I think they were sharing something deeper. Regardless of her motives, Mrs. Loyeau-Kennet showed genuine interest. Had she not, I guess she would have been a stain on the road, to be washed away and forgotten by the mob. It was her attention that compelled the butchers, and brought them to temporary peace. A simple “why?”. So they told her that they did it out of revenge. It has been England itself that sent their army to kill these demons’ brothers. The lady listened.

She was the hero, the attackers were the bad guys. I quote Cameron: “That is why there is absolutely no justification for these acts and the fault for them lies solely and purely with the sickening individuals who carried out this appalling attack.” In his speech, Cameron moves the discourse from Britain vs Muslims to Britain vs single maniacs. Locking them up means solving the problem. He speaks of unity, but ends up equally divided. In condemnation of two of his own citizens.

If one lady can stop these people from harming themselves and others purely by listening, imagine what a society could do.


Joining forces

The trip to here was long but fun. A new meeting with Jordi, pizza in the dark, a tent in the forest and self made sounds at the shore. Our host family is a bunch of French loonatics with big hearts and today we slept on a cozy attick, barely bigger than the tent itself. Comawise.

At the start of this session, Mphathelene shared how her family sees her. As a demon. She’s one of the few who fight for sacred sites and values, in spite of christian propaganda. More of her kind parttake. The tears of some have brought the group closer together. Participants listen openly to one another. “I think fundamentalists do most of the harm.” Says Jessica from Massachusets. Jordi and I have had good fun trying to pronounce “Massachusets”. I challenge those present to love their enemies. It’s easy for me to say; I have no enemies, but some people close their eyes and do it briefly.

All people here – some from the remotest tribes – feel deep purpose in this gathering: to experience, share and cherish what is important for us in this life. As long as we focus on that, I don’t believe there is an enemy.