The Beauty of Indigeneity
Indigenous people are a thing of beauty. Living on their land for many generations, the reciprocity between man and earth becomes a labour of love, a bond that transcends and defies words. It is something that can only be understood by a true native.
The true native lovingly cultivates their land in the same way that a parent nurtures a child, and under this magical touch filled with love, the land bears fruit. The rhythms of nature are intrinsic to this natural harmony, the patterns that inhabit this love are filled with a warmth and hue that can never be created artificially.
Man spends so much money to mimic nature, whether it is to recreate the much-lauded Verdigris of oxidation and its blue-green rippling along a sliver of copper, or trying to copy the whorls of bark that represent the slow, circular lignification of trees over time, and then he sells these for inordinate amounts in antique shops. We can emulate nature, but attempting to force its hand is akin to ripping open a pupa before its time has arrived.
In the same way, a “country” created through force and planted artificially into soil that it is alien to, repeatedly encounters a natural rejection, as our bodies produce an immune response to an alien object and attempt to “reject” it, to expel it. Not by force, it is just nature at work, and nature has its own ways and processes, it is inimical to violence.
From a study showing that 66% of the “native” population of “Israel” is allergic to the pollen of Olive trees, to recent incidences of “IDF” soldiers stung by native bees, and savaged by local dogs and Egyptian lynxes, it seems that it is a combination of nature rejecting the usurpers, and people around the world interpreting it as such, due to their innate hatred of “Israel’s” violence and brutality.
“Israel” has attempted, within a brief time period, to artificially supplant all the ways of nature, the slow but organic evolution necessary to authenticity. It has attempted to aggressively assert its existence by all the modern means of warfare and terrorism available to it, and to bypass all that is good and natural in order to stake its “claim” within the Middle East. (This all assisted by another colonizer, the USA).
Frankenstein’s Monster
Not only does it rely on lies of 3,000-year-old claims to the land from its distorted interpretation of scriptures, but it also claims to be directly rooted in an ancient culture. Modern “Israeli” culture is not only a fabrication, but a patchwork of borrowed pieces from various sources.
It has attempted to impose a homogeneity onto disparate parts borrowed, stolen and appropriated from a mixture of other cultures such as European and Arabic. Since Zionism is a European project rather than an authentic culture directly linked to an ancient one as it claims, its assumption of being real and authentic will always be doomed to failure.
Usually, when a culture is composed of so many different strands and origins, we call it a “rich” culture. However, this richness is natural, organic, evolutionary and therefore beautiful, like the Verdigris of copper, the natural formations of trees and rocks, the lines on the face of an elderly Palestinian farmer tending to the olive groves that have been an integral part of his existence, and that he touches with the sure instinct of ownership.
The forced nature of the creation of “Israel” and its hasty patching together, as well as the violence, discord and terror that underpin its formation, render it as piecemeal and distorted as Frankenstein’s Monster.
Cinderella and the Destructive Jealousy of Malignant Narcissism
Ugliness destroys beauty as surely as a fungal blight or parasite that alights within the roots of a tree will in its creeping, insidious and periodically violent progression – especially in its more latter stages, when it is at its most potent – achieve its outcome of total devastation and destruction.
In the archetypal Cinderella story, the ugly sisters are true narcissists if ever there were. Ugly inside and out, they pose and preen, trying to grab attention at every turn, in opulent, grand and expensive couture, that just makes them look ever more outlandish and ridiculous.
In a supreme irony, only they and their mother do not realize how hideous they appear to others. Their narcissistic assumption of superiority makes them aggressively arrogant as they lay claim to nobility, exhibiting the ugly in-fighting characteristic of the internal fragmentation of narcissism.
Whatever they do though, however much they thrust their bloated, misshapen and grotesque feet, the shoe definitely does not fit. They are not fit for the regal nature that they so covet and desire.
Meanwhile, they hide Cinderella in the servants’ quarters, having stolen her inheritance through their usurping of her true rights. Cinderella is the authentic one, and even in her rags, her beauty shines through since she has the implicit dignity and bearing of nobility.
In the same way we see Palestinians’ dignified conduct and their inner beauty and humbleness – even in the simplicity of their reduced circumstances and imposed poverty. Their keffiyeh that has evolved over veritable centuries, is symbolic of their ties to their land, and its simplicity is all they need to assert their dignity.
The ugly sisters want to keep Cinderella hidden, because they know deep down, that she is everything they wish they were. She is authentic, and next to her, they will be revealed as the shabby imposters that they really are. They will be revealed as truly ugly, on the inside and the outside. They fear Cinderella’s authenticity and true nature, and so they abuse her, keep her hidden and try to ensure the world doesn’t recognize the truth.
Since the ugly sisters are in possession of the machinery of power and privilege, they can exact this process through brutality and force; ultimately their aim is to kill her so that they can breathe more easily. Their existence depends on her destruction.
Archetypes of the Unconscious
The myths, fables and parables of a culture reveal internalized patterns that repeat themselves throughout our human existence. The patterns of our unconscious are revealed on individual and collective levels through the stories that replicate themselves in various outer forms, but with the same inner structure.
The Cinderella story – of authenticity usurped by crude and ugly pretenders who attempt to steal an identity and then to destroy it, through their malign jealousy – is a universal one. Archetypes feed-back to help us understand our own reality, and help us to cast some light on the inner shadows.
Journey to the End of the Night
We are in the last phase of this journey to the end of the night, the bloodiest chapter since the inception of “Israel”, the state declared as “apartheid” by all major human rights organizations and branded an illegal settler colony by the UN.
Crucially, the “antisemitism” card has expired, and the accusation rings so hollow as to be laughable. True, it is being enforced ever more strongly in areas, in increasingly desperate attempts to shut down the people and censor them as in a dictatorship.
These restrictions and aggressive impositions are enforced by an outdated bunch of old, white, imperialists much like the decrepit and morally diseased last white Afrikaaners, an exclusive little oligarchy that will do anything to hold onto its vestiges of power till the bitter end.
Will it be the organic, natural voice of the people, their recognition of true authenticity and ownership, their inner humanity that recognizes brutalization and oppression – that wins out? Or the old, rattling dinosaur with its colonialist mindset of violence and imperial aggression that will win out?
The apartheid, imperialist mindset has no place in the modern world, particularly one in which perhaps after the shaking of the board and the reconstitution of all the pieces of a new, multipolar world order, humanity will prevail and the institutions of power will have to seek new ways to exist.
The very name “grassroots” movement is a beautiful one that suggests an organic voice with its own natural progression; we need to keep alive our grassroots movements, and never has it been more important than at this very moment, as censorship rears its ugly head in the supposedly enlightened, liberal secular West.
The true tragedy is the suffering of the beautiful, steadfast and resilient Palestinian people, a people of beauty, faith and dignity, in this journey to the end of the night. But just like a tree that has been beset by an aggressive blight, this particular tree has produced rhizomes and seeds that have travelled far and wide, making smaller trees, saplings, in other places, to continue the process of keeping Palestine alive.
“They tried to bury us, but they didn’t know we were seeds”.