Mr. Beaumont, what a surprise! and Mr. Ulsamer and Mrs. Sneh, coming to our
humble community. Many times I wondered why the old ones never show up? it
seems we needed some conflict. War is the father, right? The plot is getting
thicker.
Split, of course, how can we be afraid of that word? Split, blood, bones,
nerves, flesh, amniotic plasma, new borns everywhere. Pain, bewilderment and
awe. It is amazing what Sophie brought to us. War is the mother, right? Ahh
Sophie as Kali. What is being stirred in the depths of the Great Soul? I
wonder. We are mythic characters in a great play. Any one into Jung and myths
to shine a light on us?
Mr. Beaumont, I hope you read me, because I want to tell you and all others
that it is NOT ONLY that they, the Hellinger's may be doing strange and
doubtful therapeutic praxis, or going too far in respect of certain too
mystical and wishful thinking, or other PROFESSIONAL considerations. That is
true and valid, but it is not the worst.
It was impinged a deadly wound at the heart of poetry, of beauty, of style, of
grandeur, of magnificence, of generosity, of strength, of dignity, of
impeccability. A betrayal to all those values that are the antithesis of every
thing cheap, coarse and vulgar. The stuff all great art or wisdom or true
heroism is made of.
When I saw Jesus selling autographed crosses in a talk show a part of me just
died and a strange existential loneliness engulfed my soul.
But then again, the ways of the Lord are mysterious. It is this war that will
renew the land. I accept and appreciate this turn of the destiny, but, that
doesn't mean I agree with, even less like, this Mc'donnalization of Family
Constellations. If that is illumination, I want darkness.
I have spoken.
Daniel.
