Great article. Naming is power. I spent a lot of the last 20 years in the world of classifications and naming. A number of years ago, there was this weird disease. It only seemed to affect a certain class of individuals. It was the topic of derision and fear. Then someone named it: SARS. All of a sudden it was "real". Doctors studied it. Congress gave it money. It gained power.
Nurses felt they were underrated because doctors had all these fancy names for what they did. Even coding schemes like CPT and ICD. So they came up with their own classifications: cleaning a bed pan; offering palliative support, etc. Good stuff. They could explain what they did. But then the administrators got involved. How many bed pans did you clean today? Your quota is four. Naming cuts both ways.
For additional background, see SORTING THIS OUT, CLASSFICATION AND ITS CONSEQUENCES by Bowker and Star.
All though I have never physically came close to drowning, unless you want to count the time i forgot to let go of the ski rope after falling. I went down to the bottom of lake and it felt as though i was in the middle of the lake instead of a short distance from the landing.
I had spiritual and emotional “drowning scares”. But with my bevy of lifeguards of therapists through out the years I made it to semi dry land. I saw “the other side of the lake”. I’m still navigating the waters if you will. And sometimes it still feels I’m in the mud heading for dry land, plodding along but my heads above water and I can breathe.
I've had a couple of near-drowning experiences in my life. I can say that the weird thing that came over me in all of them was this strange sense of peace about it. As if some part of me was thinking, "Ok... this is it, then. This is where I make my exit. I'm ok with this."
That said, I tend to stay away from situations where I might drown.
Ok, you peaked my interest on the subject of Enochian. Thirdly plus years ago I participated in a small prayer group at my local Catholic church. I felt special to be asked to join, especially since the women in the group were all church leaders. It kind of scared me. I didn’t know what to expect. As I remember it the group had a ritual where the members walk in a circle following each other. Some of the members began to chant/sing in a strange voice. I was later told it was how the angels spoke. As I said it scared me and I decided to not join the group. I didn’t think I was worry. As a fan I would be most interested in a story (series) that addressed this subject. Thanks for all your books and countless hours of entertainment.
Great article. Naming is power. I spent a lot of the last 20 years in the world of classifications and naming. A number of years ago, there was this weird disease. It only seemed to affect a certain class of individuals. It was the topic of derision and fear. Then someone named it: SARS. All of a sudden it was "real". Doctors studied it. Congress gave it money. It gained power.
Nurses felt they were underrated because doctors had all these fancy names for what they did. Even coding schemes like CPT and ICD. So they came up with their own classifications: cleaning a bed pan; offering palliative support, etc. Good stuff. They could explain what they did. But then the administrators got involved. How many bed pans did you clean today? Your quota is four. Naming cuts both ways.
For additional background, see SORTING THIS OUT, CLASSFICATION AND ITS CONSEQUENCES by Bowker and Star.
Nice article, Kevin!
This has nothing to do with hat you wrote but………
All though I have never physically came close to drowning, unless you want to count the time i forgot to let go of the ski rope after falling. I went down to the bottom of lake and it felt as though i was in the middle of the lake instead of a short distance from the landing.
I had spiritual and emotional “drowning scares”. But with my bevy of lifeguards of therapists through out the years I made it to semi dry land. I saw “the other side of the lake”. I’m still navigating the waters if you will. And sometimes it still feels I’m in the mud heading for dry land, plodding along but my heads above water and I can breathe.
I've had a couple of near-drowning experiences in my life. I can say that the weird thing that came over me in all of them was this strange sense of peace about it. As if some part of me was thinking, "Ok... this is it, then. This is where I make my exit. I'm ok with this."
That said, I tend to stay away from situations where I might drown.
There's a life lesson in there somewhere.
So, Lovecraft and Chambers were right. Some people say that if you read 'The King in Yellow' it re-arranges your brain.
Ok, you peaked my interest on the subject of Enochian. Thirdly plus years ago I participated in a small prayer group at my local Catholic church. I felt special to be asked to join, especially since the women in the group were all church leaders. It kind of scared me. I didn’t know what to expect. As I remember it the group had a ritual where the members walk in a circle following each other. Some of the members began to chant/sing in a strange voice. I was later told it was how the angels spoke. As I said it scared me and I decided to not join the group. I didn’t think I was worry. As a fan I would be most interested in a story (series) that addressed this subject. Thanks for all your books and countless hours of entertainment.