There is a local first nations leader, Chief Clarence Louis. He leads the Osoyoos nation and he’s a business man, he’s funny, and he’s a hard ass.
The Osoyoos band though, has shifted remarkably into capitalizing on the resources of the reservation in a modern fashion, adapting to the tourism industry that the Okanagan is known for, and employing it’s people in the process.
The industries they chose are reasonably sustainable, and aren’t founded on mining, logging or removal of the resources There, and as tourism in the Okanagan goes, the industries are adaptable and are open to complimentary business.
Back to Chief Louis though.
As I said before, he’s a hard ass, he’s pushing for all first nations people to work. And for the young men to pull up their boot straps. And I think that he has many lessons to offer society in general.
For all of the hard working men and women out there, regardless of whether they are on a traditional career path, blazing trails, or at home rearing children (quite often with part time work), there are many people of all ages that aren’t working.
There are a myriad of reasons people don’t or can’t work, and I’m not writing to pass judgement, but to question how we view work in an economy that is changing rapidly.
If the estimates are remotely accurate, 25 percent of the workforce by 2025 will be replaced via automation. Add to that, the baby boomers that are marching towards retirement – a whopping 29 percent of the population of Canada alone, we are looking at almost 50 percent of the nation’s adult population unemployed and or unemployable at the same time.
That means government income tax revenue is going to take an incredible hit, yet will still be expected to provide the same level of social welfare programs.
The people working for the federal government have known about the pension shortfall coming with the baby boomers retiring en masse for at least 25 years, and yet are still ill prepared for it, and with the addition of the wild card that is automation, we are staring point blank at a very real fiscal crisis.
Not to mention the social implications of having half of the population with little to do to fill their lives and give them a sense of purpose and belonging.
Most himans thrive on feeling needed and wanted in their community on some level. They wish to contribute and derive dignity, purpose and varying types of relationships through work, and community service, and a livable income.
How do we ensure that people aren’t going to be left behind in this futuristic world that we’re building?
Shanty towns of impoverished people build along side the most advanced technological society that humanity can conceive at the moment seems like an absolutely ridiculous notion.
The concept has been explored for more than half a century, with varying outcomes in many fictional universes, it’s a reality in some cities around the world already.
As a person that sees the value in humanity, and the potential in individuals, I wonder what kind of solution could be created to move all of civilization forward, not just a select few (That will all likely become obsolete once full automation becomes a reality)
The Venus Project is a great concept, and as we begin to merge ourselves with technology, it could be better adapted to al people’s needs.
But the construct of money needs to be looked at, consumerism in itself is going to be a thing of the past if so many people aren’t going to be working.
A basic income is a great stop gap and it’s being tested, a town in Albert a has guaranteed housing for all people, and on a socioeconomic level it’s apparently going well.
But it all goes back to human contributions to this new society that is emerging. We need to do stuff, have something to wake up for, or we degrade.
Chief Louis is right, people need to work, we need to adapt, and have purpose. We also need a kick in the rear, because we are sitting on the pot with our pants down, and the door is unlocked.
It’s just a matter of time before inevitability strolls through the door and has a good laugh at our expense.
It’s time for the movers and shakers to pull up their boot straps, for the average Joe to prepare for a starkly different reality.
A conversation came up today about a woman that invented a self cleaning house. Her name was Frances Gabe, and she was a person that didn’t fit with the status quo.
She didn’t just design the house, she patented it, and 68 devices within the house were patented as well.
Most ideas get lost, as patenting is neither cheap or simple, marketing ideas is challenging because it’s all about getting people to part with hard earned money. Development never happens for the sake of it outside people’s garages or homes.
How many diseases cured, how many social problems, inventions, even just life simplifiers that would take some of the stress and anxiety away, haven’t happened due to lack of education to that person working minimum wage or manual labor in a developing nation with the right potential?
They may dream big, or not. Walking around day to day completely unaware that if given the right opportunity, they could help society move that tiny bit forward.
How many house wives, have ideas every day, even on a smaller scale like Frances did?
There’s a little toy wheelbarrow thong that you roll around and it picks up blocks. It’s just a matter of time someone combines it with a roomba and makes it able to pick up toys, clothes and dirt and holds it in a hopper for easy sorting, instead of bending over hundreds of times a day.
If I was smart, rich and had time I’d invent and build such a thing.
But, I’m in the majority. So because I hate bending over all day, and figure it’s a huge waste of spine and maybe I’m lazy, I sweep it in a pile and sort it in one spot once a day.
The industrial revolution and consumerism got us pretty far in advancements, but it’s all stalling now. Politicians are doing everything they can to help the rich squeeze the last bit out of a failing market that it becoming increasingly automated.
People are aware that job security is scarce, and mist, feel unfulfilled and lost in it all.
There needs to be an immediate fundamental shift in society if we wish to move forward, money, wealth need to become a thing of the past.
Reconnection to community, via use of skills, ideas and potential, acceptance of the eccentric for what they truly offer, opportunity to develop ideas and test them, develop them more. Just for the sake of it.
Give humanity the chance to flourish and see that individuals if they so choose a chance to explore their full potential.
How many brilliant minds have you met in your life, wasted via addiction and diseases of despair, just because they had so much to offer, but just weren’t shiny, cool, rich or connected enough?
I know at least six off the top of my head. Maybe more if I think for a while. It’s sad…
How many more before society sees value in doing fulfilling things for the sake of personal growth, curiosity, simplicity, or to help others?
This is my wish for today.
To see a fundamental shift in social values, and to negate the need for money as we know it.
My greatest vulnerability is potential.
Potential in others, in humanity at large, and potential in individuals.
Potential has caused me the most joy and pain. But pain mostly.
I see the potential in everyone I meet, the wonderous things they are capable of, and somehow blind myself to their incapability and the undercurrent of imperfection that flows through every human vein.
Believe me when I say if you and I were to meet I would be a cheerleader for you, ìn whatever it is you do. Not because I feel like I’ll get something out of it more than just seeing you become a whole human.
The problem is, a cheerleader is only as good as the team theyre cheering for. And although there are many many teams that will succeed in one way or another, or even move to greatness, there are many many other teams that maybe need better coaches and better tools, or even the will to play. Potential or not.
I look into my kids eyes and blindly see their potential and wonder who they’re going to be, and stop myself. I weep. It really doesn’t matter who they will be… it matters who they are now.
This is my pain. Many relationships that I’ve allowed to become toxic because I just want to help people in some way move forward and be the best they can.
That’s not my job.
My job is to be there and encourage or save space. Counsel if requested. Nothing more.
Potential is heaven and hell, merging together in a first burning chaotic mess.
And it’s not my place to look into the future, even my own.
Potential is what I’m wired for, and I need to somehow remove that programming before my heart breaks further.
A couple of days ago I was watching a snippet of news and the anchor had brought up the current media storms revolving around Hollywood’s #metoo movement, and the several political leaders currently being examined by law enforcement and the media alike for sexual misconduct.
This anchor, a lovely middle aged woman, well seasoned in the spotlight and journalism, always appropriately sober faced in her role remained in character for her speech.
She talked about the power of secrets.
Perps using financial influence, authority and power to do as they will to others, depending on fear of the receiver of their mongering, advances or assaults to keep quiet.
Depending also on a biased social justice system that ensures that a victim must have somehow been responsible for the actions of the perpetrator.
They depend on the shaming and intense scrutiny, that comes along with making serious allegations such as sexual assault. They depend on the guilt and shame ridden emotional load to continually overwhelm their targets, and keep quiet.
Because secrets have power.
But what they are learning now, what anyone who has been paying attention is learning now… how powerful secrets are, and what can happen if secrets are used against the very people who created them.
Wikileaks was shocking, but not surprising, we all know the government hides stuff. Good and bad. But it’s not tangible to most people. At most it’s a surreal thing that gets talked about on the news by serious elderly anchors after the evening national.
But, as the hashtagged #metoo movement barreled across our world, the dialogues, the derailment and even outright shaming and abuse that came of this raw, festering and open global wound became apparent.
Not just women. Men came forward as well, some welcomed with open arms and others told off for trying to take the spotlight.
Sexual assault is terribly common, and knows no gender, age, race, or social bracket.
It does however know power, shame and secrets. And the people that commit assault use every tool possible to ensure they can carry on.
But those secrets are the Achilles heel. And we are certainly coming into and awakening where people are beginning to see that if they are keeping the secrets it is They, not the perps who actually have power.
As a misfit, I’ve spent most of my 38 years on earth looking for my purpose in life.
I was raised Lutheran, and although I had a few moments of feeling like part of the church community, I always pushed for change. The church was very antiquated, had no youth programs outside of Sunday school, had an ageing congregation that spent more time preparing for their passage to heaven, or playing politics than really doing anything in the community at large.
Lutherans aren’t evangelical, they’re generally moderate protestant and follow a more apostolic doctrine th and what is shown with other Christian denominations on the media.
I wasn’t evangelical, but I was thoroughly convinced that the reason I couldn’t engage and being is because there was nothing there for me.
So I made a proposal to the church pastor for a youth group. He wasn’t keen. He also wasn’t a nice man. But I persisted, I asked I bugged, and badgered. For almost a year every Sunday I asked, I mentioned the idea to elders and was generally a thorn in the side of the church hierarchy.
Along came the youth group leader. He was and probably still is fantastic, families started coming on more often, his youthful vibrance was contagious, there was youth performances in music and reverence renewed.
Then the pastor had a falling out with an elder who’s daughter had a child out of wedlock. He refused to baptize the infant. There was uproar people leaving and so on. Then his wife showed up one day to church with a fist sized bruise on her cheek.
I saw it. I saw the angry swollen skin that she must have painstaking caked makeup over while choking back tears. I was horrified, I felt so bad for her, and so angry at the pastor.
A lot changed after that. The youth leader knew a young pastor with a young family, and many things changed.
I had questions, and even with a whole new church, there were never answers and I still never quite fit in.
This was the first social change I’d made, and it’s been a continual trend.
What does this all have to do with purpose you might ask.
I’m apostate at this point in my life, but I see that church even for the faithless has an important role in some people’s lives. The sense of community and belonging, the predictability and routine all can offer a sense of security. Community service and programs can help with the need for a sense of purpose in individuals.
I’ve always envied the people that I meet that knew what they were going to be early on in life, and somehow remained steadfast in that drive, and have accomplished their goals.
I envy it, because nothing ever clicked for long, and it’s taken years of personality tests and forums to compare experiences to understand that, by nature I’m not actually inclined for a singular Purpose, and it’s okay.
So what does this mean? It means looking at the long term consistent activities in my life, even if there are lengthy stints and breaks.
Looking at things that may have seemed trivial or irrelevant (such as the above situation) and seeing my role in what happened in it objectively.
That little fight to create change, and my persistence and fearlessness is a key to my purpose. Maybe my purpose is to find small things in life that could use improvement, persist until that thing is complete hand it off to the doers and people with the sense of purpose that fits, and then move to another thing.
This is of course anecdotal, and each person is different. But for anyone sitting at home in their late thirties still wondering what they should be when they grow up, or what their purpose is, maybe it’s hiding in your earliest passions.
This is going to be a heavy post about addiction and suicide.
For those people struggling with addiction, I have no answers. All new studies point to having love and a fulfilling life to prevent addiction, but once in the throes of addiction that community becomes a foreign place to an addict.
As an outsider loving people who have spiraled through the event horizon of addiction, it’s a terrifying experience to behold.
After watching a person spiral in and shoot out over and over, one’s mind can go to really dark places.
Tonight was a dark night in my mind. The differences between addiction and suicide hit me tonight.
Suicide is swift and final. There may be things left undone, unsaid or unexplained, but loved ones can grieve, and in time move forward.
Addiction always teeters on the edge of finality holding on to a tiny thread of hope. The death of an addict is usually a slow and painful process.
One grieves a loved one that slides down the rabbit hole out of sight, but gets a glimmer of hope when the addict reaches up and cries for help.
The grief is paused.
Then the addict slides down again.
Over and over the cycle goes until the addict destroys themselves partially or entirely. But up until the end, there is hope.
I don’t know how an addict feels during the cycle, and I refuse to ask for justification. It’s needless. I can’t force sobriety, or a fulfilling life. None of us can, it’s entirely up to an addict to make that decision.
Addiction is a sad part of society, and hopefully we can help our communities find a solution to help all who struggle with it.
With all of the strange violence and chaos that seems to be popping up lately, one has to pause and wonder what it is that is actually going on?
What would make a middle class suburban kid decide to go and fight for some strange violent group of people in a foreign country?
Security and a sense of direction, meaning in life, solid foundations regardless of creed.
We are at a nexus point in human civilization and most people are unaware of it.
The digital revolution is no longer a revolution, but an evolution. There are no answers to the days ahead, no predictability at all.
For the longest time I expected some major upheaval, more dissent something tangible that would signify the end of civilization as we know it, and either the human race imploding or us making some sort of major advancement.
But today while I was looking at new tech trying to ponder how to prepare the twins for adulthood I came to realize something.
It’s happening. We are moving forward regardless of trademarks, profits and property rights. We are as a species circumventing the powers that be, and we are unifying in a way that has never happened before.
Free knowledge and public licensing in technology has opened the floodgates. And access on a global level is giving laypeople the opportunity to create real-time practical solutions to their environments, all the while crowdsourcing the resources they may not have.
It all seems a sham to people who hold power because they can’t calculate it. You can’t tally knowledge and there are no dividends on freedom. But there is a technocratic creep happening. In fact it’s upon us and we don’t have the faintest idea what it will bring.
Which brings me back to people going to strange lands and adopting violent mantras. They see it, and don’t understand it, and they are looking for a solid conservative direction to protect them.
Ultra conservative people need a sense of meaning and defined directions and roles in order to feel safe. It’s ingrained in our genome, and has served us in the past even though it doesn’t serve us now.
But the change is upon us and there is nothing that can be done aside from complete destruction of humanity to end it. And nobody is insane enough to step across that line.
As the change comes, it will keep accelerating and those able to adapt and think on their feet will have the most success.
What we are seeing is the death throes of a dying civilization, but as there are so many of us, humanity itself as a whole will be here to usher in its replacement unlike previous civilizations.
All in all we are going to see some amazing things in the short term, and I look forward to where it’s going.
Things I’ve learned about life (part unknown)
1. Get off the couch and do stuff. Hobbies, volunteering, travelling, LARPing. Just don’t be a couch potato.
2. Read. Voraciously about everything you can, even if it’s not your “thing”.
3. Listen to a variety of music, and be open to new tunes.
4. Push yourself hard
5. Take care of you, and love you for who you are right this moment, things change, bodies change, lives change.. it just takes time.
6. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Move on.
7. Listen. Listen to your friends, your world around you, your body and your heart. They tell the truth.
8. Success is a lie. Achievements are relative and failure is subjective.
9. Be you. The best you that you can muster. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
10. Facilitate others to also “be” and discover them as they are.
11. If you meet someone and get into a relationship, don’t stop doing the above. Period.
Every day now I see something in the media about “rape culture”. The culture of sexual violence, being romanticized and perpetuated in many different forms. Romanticized sexual violence is a very real thing, but it isn’t the problem. It’s a symptom of a greater issue at hand.
I’m going to list off some more of the symptoms of the actual disease of modern society, and hopefully I can figure out a name for it.
1. Gender competition. (Male vs. Female vs. Ambiguous or otherness)
2. Sexual exploitation of humans. Male and female, young and old.
3. Creating unhealthy ideals and concepts of social roles
4. Demonizing aspects of gender stereotypes.
5. Abuse of humans using religion, patriarchy and politics.
6. Systematic removal of personal empowerment via media and institutions.
We are at a nexus point in civilization, and we need to step back and tread very carefully before we proceed. One of the major influences in the development of the future of mankind lays in us, casting aside the current values of gender relations. They are toxic and destructive to all humans.
We not only are being raised in an unhealthy manner, but adults are being socialized to have unhealthy relationships with themselves and each other.
So many men I meet are being robbed of the the opportunity to be real men. They desperately cling to fashion items to define their masculinity, and yet, at the end of the day are incapable of being the man they want to be to their significant other. Men are given low self worth, due to extreme feminism, combined with the battle cry of damaged little boys trapped in man bodies everywhere ensuring that no more women destroy them.
And women are now completely objectified and their value as a human is based upon their sexual attractiveness, regardless of the fact that sexuality is used to procreate. As soon as a woman becomes pregnant, her value as a human drops, as the infants inside make objectification offensive and difficult.
Problem is, men aren’t being raised to be men, they are being raised to be giant little boys, and stay dependent on the teats of life. They look for mommy replacements, because they never got given the tools to deal with life. They are dependent, and oddly enough, from a woman’s perspective, it starts off cute and funny, and after a very short period of time gets creepy and sickening. Who wants to have sex with a person you have to treat like your own offspring?
And men, sit there watching their s/o go from being an amazing person turn slowly into mom (not realizing that their dependency brings out the maternal instinct) and then get resentful and bothered and go looking for some hot tamale to make up for the lack of sexiness. But heaven forbid they let their s/o be themselves… you know that person that they found attractive to begin with.
Men are taught that women should be willing to put out if there is a gift bought if she is by herself in public. If she is alone, with no male counterpart she is available, and she has no choice or say in the matter.
That sense of entitlement is a direct offshoot of the culture of immaturity and objectification that we have built. It’s not rape culture, it’s Juvenile Culture.