There was a terrorist attack in Denmark yesterday. Terrorist attacks just don´t happen in Denmark. Denmark is a far too calm and cosy country for terrorist attacks. Nothing ever happens in Denmark. Denmark is the antidote.
Sure, some kids were rebelling in the streets, some immigrants were harshly pulled out of a church, we have some religious sects, sure, sure enough, everybody has that but it´s not like we have school shootings or terrorist attacks and if we do it always- always- happens somewhere else, not in the heart.
Like the wars. We like to keep the wars at a safe distance from home.
Once our flag was burned, down south. We never understood that. It seemed far too harsh, too emotional. “It´s only free speech, man” we would whisper, in the corners. “Can´t you take a joke?”
The bravest would say something about free speech not being the same as the right to mock but nobody really listened. “We need to be able to speak freely about fundamentalism and the obvious problems with integration” everybody said and one, two, three the nation turned nazi.
What I can´t stand is the emotional pornography going on right now. Everywhere.
I just can´t stand that…. which makes it difficult to write about because what is terrorism if not the manipulation of emotions? And is writing not exactly the same? This whole thing is one big manipulation of emotions, one way or the other, doesn´t matter, let´s be either outraged or sorry, cooking in our own empathy.
… but I also sense a tired sigh, a drowned apathy, we have been indignated so many times by now, can we even muster more emotional outrage?
Everybody seems to be using the event to further their own ideology and story.
I don´t want to do that. I don´t want to say that I believe in keeping this diary and sharing these emotions because I believe that “in a time of universal deceit telling the truth will be a revolutionary act” (Orwell) or that I think our emotional lives are the last frontier, this is where the war goes on now, let´s examine, reevaluate, sharpen and discard! No. Because writing this diary also involves a whole lot of other things including me being a self-absorbed asshole so “using” the terrorist attack to make my own actions make sense would be doing exactly what I accuse the militant, fundamentalist, imperialistic, extremist, national socialists of my homeland of doing.
But then there is silence and silence somehow seems wrong too.
This is what we did yesterday, before knowing
We also took down some of these trees to make building materials for the barn. And we made plans for spring and we planted tomatoes.
But now we know.
I suspect this terrorist attack will be a game changer for us here in the forest.
I couldn´t sleep last night. I lay awake for the longest time feeling so strongly that it´s time.
It´s time now.
The net will continue to tighten, things will only get worse. Pivotal times, yet, let´s not be naive about it. Let´s not pretend as if things aren´t happening because they are. In my lifetime more than 70% of the animal life has gone extinct. Money won´t stop and listen to our feelings. Life is getting harsher for people all over the planet, tension is rising as is the ocean.
These countries are only safe as long as you stay within the consensus. As soon as you exit consensus – the welfare state will dissolve before your very own eyes and you will see it for what it is… long, invisible threads swaying in the wind creating a hologram.
Safety does not exist. Never did. But there was a time when leaving consensus was not as such dangerous. It´s getting dangerous. Something dangerous is happening to consensus.
I changed the layout of this blog. Not that I consider it a life changing event but I did so to remind myself and to not forget…. that it is time.
I can´t say more about it. It begins with a sense of time.
I leave you with this song. It´s a very old folksong called “surrounded by enemies”
These are the lyrics (translated by me)
Surrounded by enemies, go
into your time
During a bloody storm
ready yourself for battle
Maybe you fearfully ask
How shall I fight
What is my weapon?
This is your armour against violence
this is your sword:
The belief in our life
the worth of humans
For the sake of our future,
Seek it, nurture it
Die if you must but
increase it and strengthen it!
Quietly glides the sound of grenades
Stop their desire towards death
stop them with spirit!
War is contempt of life
Peace is to create
Use all of your strength
death must lose!
Nobel is man
Earth is rich
If distress and hunger exists
it is because of fraud
Destroy it! In the name of life
Injustice must fall
Sunshine and bread and spirit
belongs to everyone
This is our oath
from brother to brother
we will be good to
We will take care of
as if we carried a baby
gently on our arm
What I love about my country is the way this song is often performed at larger events and then everybody sings along… as if we get along.