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On Sunday I visited St Michael's Uniting Church in the city for a special commemoration service for Dr Francis McNab, who had died a few weeks earlier. As a very irregular attendee of the congregation, I nevertheless had been given the opportunity to meet Rev McNab on several occasions in the past and had a number of opportunities to discuss his attempt to combine theology with psychotherapy, a keystone of his "New Faith" which dispensed with the dogmatic notions of traditional Christianity. A liberal and caring intellectual McNab's lasting legacy - as founder and executive director for over forty years - will probably be the Cairnmillar Institute, now one of Australia's largest training centres for counsellors, psychologists etc. It was, as one could expect, very well-attended and with a stream of high-profile speakers from the legal, religious, and therapeutic communities (as well as family, of course).

With McNab's departure from the earthly plane, he joins two notable Catholic priests of Australian origin who died this year; Cardinal George Pell and, more recently, Father Bob Maguire. You possibly couldn't find two more different figures within that intrinsically hierarchical organisation, nor two very different pathways. Pell was a man of the establishment who worked his way up the hierarchy to become the person in charge of the Vatican's finances as the third most important person in the Church. A traditionalist in so many areas, antisecular (i.e., he believed Church doctrine should be law), he nevertheless became most famous for the establishment of "the Melbourne Response" protocols to authorise payments and covering up accusations of child sexual assault, and his own convictions which would quashed on appeal.

At the other end of the spectrum was Bob Maguire of South Melbourne, an utterly tireless advocate for social justice and welfare for not just the poorest but the most difficult members of society. People would go to Father Bob's charities when they had absolutely nowhere else to go and, it was with great honour and pleasure, I helped organise a fundraiser for his foundation at the Melbourne Unitarian Church July 2012. As he was being forcibly retired from his parish at that point, I recall making a pointed remark that he was a priest without a church and we were a church without a priest. Alas, the subtle hint was not taken up by the committee of management, although I'm pretty sure he knew what I was getting at. He was a person who deeply understood the principles of secularism and was quite prepared to conduct same-sex civil unions and advocated within the church for women's ordination.

I honestly don't think any of the aforementioned figures believed in the traditional, personal, interventionist God. All were intelligent enough to know that the idea is untenable. As the former Reverend of Knox Church in Dunedin (yes, I'm a member of that congregation, too), Sarah Mitchell once said about atheists "Tell me about the God you don’t believe in - I doubt that I believe in 'him' either". For Pell theology was mainly about loyalty to the institution, traditionalism, and hierarchy, to Maguire it was the ability to see the intrinsic worth in all human beings, to have forgiveness of their failings, and sympathy for their circumstances. For McNab a cerebral and empathic quest to understand the motivations of the human mind and our interpersonal space. I think one can easily see the correlations between these people and the traditional trinity; Pell the Father, Maguire the Son, and McNab the Spirit.
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The stabbing attack on author Salman Rushdie has been met with outrage. It seems increasingly certain that this attack was motivated by the fatwa issued against him for his award-winning novel "The Satanic Verses", itself based on a legitimate historical claim by scholars of Islam, that Muhammad mistook certain whisperings for "divine revelation". The book is firmly in the genre of magical realism with several subplots, schizophrenic delusions, dream sequences, and the like whilst being set in a late twentieth-century setting concerning the life of Indian actors and immigration. It rollicks along at a very readable pace despite its massive size, and I am fortunate enough to have a signed copy of the first edition which I treasure and which I am now reading in a sort of quiet protest (I have changed my literary opinion on the novel over the years). For what it's worth, my preferred Rushdie novel is "The Moor's Last Sigh", which is thematically similar and features a great piece of cover art by original Ultravox front-man, John Foxx.

A personal memory of the novel dates back to around 1989 or so, when Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini (who seemingly didn't like the fact the book mocks a fanatical religious leader) called for Rushdie's death, resulting in several failed assignations, riots, bombings, and killings. Disingenuously, the Iranian government has said that the fatwa remains as the only person who can rescind is the person who issued it (a bit hard, given that Ruhollah Khomeini is now dead). I was on the Guild Secretariat at the time, and I remember that PEN International made a request from the Guild to support Rushie on the basis of literary freedom. I thought this was an open-and-shut case, but it was not to be. The Liberal Party Guild President, Paul Stevenage, along with his conservative cohorts and, distributing, members of the overseas student council, voted down the motion among some utterly bizarre claims that the book was "racist" (I do recall my old friend and comrade, Dilum D., who was of a darker tone than everyone else in the room, pointing out that when raised in a racist society everyone is racist). The reality was that the book upset some religious sensitivities.

Ultimately, what the issue comes down to is that religious dogmatists are intellectually and spiritually weak people. So lacking in confidence of the strength of their faith, incapable of nuance and flexibility in interpretation, they declare those who stray from their pre-determined path as "apostates" (for what it's worth, I am an apostate) a "crime" that is subject to the death penalty in ten countries. The weakness comes from a loss of a sense of wonder of the universe in favour of adopting a fantastical confusion between the map and territory, and is always tied to shoring up political and economic elites who are easily able to manipulate those subjects to the "opium of the people". It's a curious combination that a more egalitarian political and economic system needs to be correlated with freedom of religious criticism; "The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness". Most importantly, however, is the secular position (a sacred task for pantheists!) where state and religion are decoupled.
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This Saturday I am giving an online presentation to SoFiA (Sea of Faith in Australia) entitled, "Pantheism: Beyond Atheism and Theism" and will provide the Zoom link and passcode to those were want to hear me talk about the subject. As a backgrounder, I have previously presented to the Melbourne Atheist Society n on the subject, several years ago now. By preparing for the presentation has given me the opportunity to consider my own searches along this path. Whilst I was initially raised in a fairly orthodox welfare-working class Catholic environment, and would soon find myself under the direct care of the Sisters of Mercy. During my childhood, I was a voracious reader of the Christian bible but had also been sufficiently exposed to Hellenic mythology, which I adored. In my adolescence, it must be said, participation in fantasy RPGs such as Dungeons & Dragons and especially RuneQuest gave me a wider knowledge of the polytheistic cultures of the world in the former, and how mythology is its own Weltanschauung in the latter. Later in my teen-aged years, as I became more influenced by Marxism, I would become an atheist and carried a degree of antitheist anger at the deception carried out by religious institutions, yet also sympathetic to the healing properties expressed as "the opium of the people" and the fascinating union in "liberation theology". I have fond memories of organising a meeting at Murdoch University on the latter subject where I designed a logo based on the cross and the sickle which caused a bit of a stir.

After moving to Melbourne I initially became interested in Buddhism (and much later, Engaged Buddhism in particular) and journeyed with my housemate, Glenn K., to Woolongong's temple for the Year of the Rat, a fascinating combination of an Australian hitch-hiker story and pilgramage which I covered in an address to the Melbourne Unitarian-Universalist Fellowship. It was during that journey, becoming close to the natural environs and mixing it with an interest in the European enlightenment that I found myself attracted to paganism in general and Celtic paganism in particular for a while, and my time in Timor-Leste reignited an anthropological interest in animism, along with encounters with Hinduism in Bali and syncretic Islam in Java. Soon afterward I would join the Melbourne Unitarian Church where I was an active member for more than a decade and, for my sins, even spent time in the turgid environment of their committee of management. For a short period, I was even enrolled at the New Seminary for Interfaith Studies in New York, until it became clear that they carried no academic standing. Whilst I do not attend often, I am also a member of the Christian Uniting Church through the very liberal St Michael's Church and when I can, attend the equally liberal Knox Presbyterian Church in Dunedin. Over these many years, however, all of these journeys and reflections have narrowed down to naturalistic pantheism as a metaphysic. It suits my idea of the universe being both prosaic and also magical at the same time, expressed in Ludwig Wittgenstein's comment in the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (1921): "Nicht wie die Welt ist, ist das Mystische, sondern dass sie ist" ("Not how the world is, is mystical, but that it is"), which certainly accords with my lived experience.
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Last Friday I attended a pleasant gathering at The Black Cat, quite a Melbourne icon of some Perth visitors, hosted by Jason M. and Megan M., which involved quite a collection of recent and old Perth migrants (and others), some of whom I hadn't seen for literally decades. Yet despite the animated conversation and good spirits, there was a sombre mood in the background as we inevitably reflected on the events in Christchurch that day. There is a great deal of distaste left in my mouth witnessing numerous politicians, including the Australian Prime Minister, who have vilified Muslims for years and then expressed horror when an extremist massacres people of said faith. For one Sky News reporter, who had lived a double-life for too long, this was a time to leave. I try to be sensitive to personal contexts and not to elevate them (as even good media is want to do), but I do have a heightened visceral reaction to this. As many readers will know, the South Island is a special place for me, and home is where the heart is.

Life, however, goes on for the living and even mine as I try to pack more in a couple of lives in my allocated time. The following day would have been my 1,000th day-streak on Duolingo - and I forgot with the last leaf for the day as I was distracted by macroeconomics of all things. Thank goodness for the streak-freeze. As it turns out I've taken to writing short essays as I'm working my way through my economics courses, looking at market concentration in various industries, monetary policy and money, and - coming soon - the ideal size of government. Another area of interest is in the next couple of days I'll be taking the course to become a credited Software Carpentry instructor, something that's been on my bucket-list for five years. Unfortunately, the classes are in the U.S. and I'll have to attend by video-conferencing and do so from 3 am in the morning to 11 am. Nevertheless it was too good an opportunity to miss out on, and a couple of days working ridiculous hours will just be the price I have to pay.

Ran Eclipse Phase on Sunday with the PCs now in the role of Proxies managing a team of Sentinels. Dealing with a direct existential risk one group decided to enhance an existing intra-Transhuman conflict rather than take a peaceful but even more dangerous option. Another Proxy has the interesting task of receiving two jobs from competing factions, one to kidnap a group and the other to prevent it. The other Proxy has the issue of having to extract information from the equivalent of a minister of internal security. It's all quite challenging and as yet unresolved, but in terms of rising tension, there's plenty of that. Afterwards, there was a committee meeting of the RPG Review Cooperative which went well, following by dinner with nephew Luke. I took the opportunity to introduce to some material of Radio Birdman and, in somewhat related news, have discovered that one of the main people behind the musical act New Waver works in the same building as me. I was quite a fan of what they were doing in the late 1990s, so the opportunity to meet up is tempting.
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Every year a common image meme appears declaring that Easter is somehow related to Ishtar. This is demonstrably untrue. Easter is named after the month and the Germanic pagan goddess Ēostre, Easter eggs (a particularly Christian symbol) date from at least the 17th century, and the rabbit the carrier of the eggs. So whilst I grimaced somewhet when the speaker at the Unitarian service started the address by mentioning the Ishtar myth, I was pleased that the reading included a selection from an excellent humanist interpretation of the Christian Easter myth: Good Friday is for every good-hearted person who has ever been tortured or murdered or beaten down by the relentless forces of human oppression.

Saturday night's Isocracy meeting at Trades Hall could have had a better turnout, punished by both the Comedy Festival and tramworks leading to a parking disaster. Nevertheless Nick Langdon gave one of the most scholarly and nuanced accounts of human rights and international relations in North Korea, noting in particular how the regime exists on a cult-like propaganda machine (which is why sanctions and economic punishment is ineffectual and indeed, counter-productive). Importantly, Nick pointed out that the North Korean system is incapable of reform, only collapse. Which does raise, of course, the question of what comes afterwards. In all probability it would be a South Korean takeover of some sort which would lead to the uncomfortable situation of US troops on the Chinese border. In my opinion any sort of reunification in order to be successful would also require a substantial demilitarisation of the penisula, and, especially in a transition to social and liberal democratic governance, an expansion in the South Korean welfare system - which is difficult given the GDP etc differences between the two countries.

In other activities ran a session of Pendragon on Thursday night which concluded with contacting the Ten Saints of Britain who are now reciting a common prayer for a year to end the Waste Land. Sunday afternoon played Hacker with the usual suspects which, despite its age and some changes in contemporary technology, is actually a surprisingly good simulation of computer hacking. Perhaps a new edition is in order? On Friday afternoon attended a social gathering hosted by Anthony L., with excellent political, cultural, and technical discussions and some great food. Saturday afternoon convened the LUV Beginners Workshop which had Terry Kemp speaking on GNOME3 and particularly the GNOME Tweak Tool (slides available). Yes, that does mean for the entire Easter long-weekend, this is the first day I've had free.

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