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I suspect that when many folks hear the term “earthlings” they think of science fiction. I have a favourite movie I watch every time it comes on TV: “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” Superior beings in a space ship scoop up “earthlings” into their ship and at the end we see the skinny space creatures walking down a ramp letting the “earthlings” go.
That’s not what I mean by “earthlings”.
I have just finished a book that helped me learn some truths about our shared history here in BC. It is called ‘Makuk- A New History of Aboriginal-White Relations’ by John Lutz , who teaches history at the University of Victoria. Some who attended the 2014 Pacific Northwest Labour History Association conference in Cumberland may remember the excellent presentation he and Wedlidi Speck gave on ‘Aboriginal Coalminers on Vancouver Island.’
In the run-up to the creation of Nunavut in 1999 I was giving a workshop on reframing in Resolute, the small Inuit community closest to the North Pole. The participants were kadluna (white) civil servants. The subject was reframing—how our cultures teach us to see the world and give it meaning.
Comox has just lost the last remains of the 6,000+ year-old Cape Lazo Garry oak prairie. Until last year when the Department of National Defense took an active interest in this site, it was a poorly- stewarded 1 to 2 acre corner of land at the bottom of the Comox Valley airfield fronting Knight and Kye Bay Roads. This original part of what must have been Dr. Walter Gage’s father’s farmland, was converted on the eve of WWII into the airfield that we know today as CFB Comox.
My first real job was working as a community organizer in a counter-culture neighbourhood on Milwaukee’s East Side. The war in Vietnam was sending us heroin- addicted Vietnam vets, the Gay Pride movement was just getting started, and the Jesus Freaks were big into the magic mushrooms. All of this happening in what used to be a working class community. I was hired by the Lutheran Church to help the street people set up needed programs.
The Vancouver Island Health Authority (Island Health) board of directors will hear several presentations today from north Island residents.
By holding its March 29th meeting in Courtenay, the board has given local residents an opportunity to voice their many concerns, which this website first brought to the public’s attention in a series of articles in January.
The other day I was driving along the highway next to the ocean and I noticed a large number of eagles in the trees. They had come, as they always do at this time of year, to await the annual migration of what a friend calls “the little fishies”—the herring. The eagles reminded me of a story I heard many years ago from a professor in my scripture studies.
Could a similar question be posed of money laundering at B.C. casinos to that of the philosophical thought experiment, “if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
The question might go like this: if money laundering happens and everyone looks the other way, was it really laundered?
In these chronicles we have been talking about the impact our man-made systems are having on a climate changing world and our need to make choices. There is an old Cherokee story about a grandfather telling his grandson a story about choices.