I am grateful for our little paradise.
In order to ‘comply’ with the medical directives of my employer whilst also respecting my own future health and responsibilities as a husband and father, I have not been permitted to attend work. Therefore, I have not been getting paid. For some time now as it happens.
There is nothing unusual about this, in as much as, I am not alone. Though the logic behind such requests erodes further and further as the months and years go by. The topic of my post is of course the global topic of the past few years, and it has taken me some time to broach it within the realms of my own blog. Partly because I have felt censored by my workplace, ‘friends’ and partly for compassion to those around me that have been caught in situations where they have not been able to see any other alternatives.
Censorship aside, such a personal situation is not a new concept to me. I could see something like this coming, though I thought it would be triggered by our tanking economy, fossil fuel reliance, natural disasters and the like. A swiftly moving, global wave of fear sparked by governments, media and corporate CEOs was not what I was expecting. Though some two and a half years into this – and from my reading and personal research over the past twenty two years – I suspect this whole situation is also because of multiple pressures, some of which I have already stated above.
At any regard, I am still behind in my plans, but daily I am grateful for being able to tread the water this long. My employer is endeavoring to paralyze my ability to earn an income, in so far as I remain ‘technically’ still employed – and thus apparently forbidden from seeking any other form of secondary employment to support my family and pay the bills. I am still regarded as being employed because I have not capitulated to their discriminating requests and there are legal consequences as a result. The irony has been to witness their tactics at play. The very same bullying they themselves felt compelled to write policies about and sanction against when it reared its head in the workplace.
It is something of a bi-lateral world I am living in. Fighting for my rights as an individual whilst pretending to my extended family that everything is normal, so as not to upset them or cause them concerns. There was enough grief for them when I left my job. All the reasons for them wanting me to go along with things were the very reasons why I couldn’t go along with it. For my own self-sustaining necessity I have chosen to use love as a means to get through, rather than anger and resentment. This has not been easy. I do not cultivate plants alone.
Maybe I was lucky to see the writing on the wall, or just better positioned through my own curiosity and a job that enabled me to see first hand some of the cracks that were showing. That have been showing for a long time. I think that integrity as a personal, moral compass, has been the victim of an incredible slippage in society over the last few decades. In many instances it has become quite accepted and normal. I’m not sure how this comes to occur, but I think as a community and society if we don’t speak up, it just becomes accepted. I think that largely, that is how it has occurred.
Western Australia has seen incredible profits over the last few decades as a result of exploiting our natural resources and Indigenous communities. There has been some good come from it. It’s also been detrimental to our current state of affairs. Such profits, I suspect, have fueled an intense greed and eroded honesty. The political speak that we are inflicted with on a daily basis is an example of this. If it isn’t name calling and trying to tear something or someone down, it is usually a dialogue of saying very much whilst saying absolutely very little of meaning at the same time. This ensures that the people are perplexed and parties and individuals remain in office. Remain to profit.
Though the global political landscape is overgrown with weeds, I am grateful that here in our own garden, weeds are actually useful. We eat them. We feed them to our animals. We feed them to our soil.
I do not think it is not right that I have felt unable to speak of my own personal matters for so long. Yet, here they are. If you have happened across this Message in a Bottle during your day, I would welcome your comments. Your thoughts and experiences. To know of the tools that are enabling you to negotiate around the rest of society at the moment.