From & To Sathish #7 - Page 119

Created

Last reply

Replies

1.1k

Views

25.7k

Users

3

Likes

8

Frequent Posters

vagabond_2026 thumbnail
20th Anniversary Thumbnail Visit Streak 1000 Thumbnail + 7
Posted: 2 days ago

I have always been fascinated with my own actions and reactions, when it comes to dealing with the actions and reactions of other people. Many a time, I have experienced a kind of outer-body situation, when, a part of me, that tiny, rational, pure and altruistic portion of my soul, steps out of me, or rather away from me in disgust and asks me, ' Is this what you have become in the end? Is this all you can do in this situation? Was it necessary to react or over-react so violently when you could have eased the tension by trying to talk calmly or explain your thoughts to the person or person concerned?'

I hate to say it, and loathe myself for saying it, but I confess that I have yet to find an answer to all these questions, that I myself or a part of my soul regularly and repeatedly asks of me when the human part of me is involved in a kind of messy situation.

But, I have come a long way in the manner in which I handle myself in these situations, by just smiling and walking away. ( Please read running away rather than facing the situation).

I find that, walking away from situations, that are kind of messy and dicey, is a far better proposition, than staying put and saying something which will end up making the situation more grievous and invariably ends up causing harm to all those around me. Including me.

On those kind of days, I spend a lot of time dissecting the problem and analysing it from all angles, and yet, all I get is " Human factor ".

The next few chapters are going to be a bit messy and hard hitting ( Hopefully) and so I want to use this moment to give you and example about human factor and what it takes to be called a human, which in essence and reality is that we are nothing but an animal in the end, and like all animals are programmed to act and move with " Me, mine, I, us " kind of traits inbuilt in our genes.

Yet, we are more than just another animal, or a mammal species because, no other animal has built telescopes that can look into the farthest corner of the Universe and see Galaxies that are billions of light years away from Earth.

But, sadly, we human are not able to see, read and understand what is going on in each others hearts and souls.

At this point in time, I want to share with you an intimate conversation that I had with my childhood friend Dattatri a week ago, when he and his wife, Gita were here to attend a wedding of a fellow Rotarian member.

We met and sat and conversed in a coffee shop in Besant Nagar and during that time, he told me about his High Bp problem and that he was on medication for it for the past few years.

Now, I want you to know that this is a person to whom I talk about everything bad, cruel and evil about myself and only a little good about myself.

So, when he spoke about his high Bp and medication, I told him about a theory that I had been working on for a long time now.

I told him that no matter how well settled we think we are, by owning one or more houses, and with a large bank balance, and equally large balance invested in safe companies, there is still, a secret stress and strain that is constantly corroding our mental peace, and through that eating into our physical health, which eventually begins to show up as High Bp, diabetes, heart problems and in worse situations, cancer.

It is not us, but the disparity and all the evil that we see on a daily basis on tv and read about in newspapers.

Each time I see the news and watch as the reporters report about the latest spate of bombings in the gulf and up in the colder regions bordering Ukraine and Russia, all my eyes can see are the crumbled buildings and lost lives. Children, babies, and the old and most importantly, the innocent who have no clue why all this is happening to them.

But, we, and the world at large, turning a blind eye to all that chaos, death and destruction, go on with our lives as if nothing has happened or is happening to us and that it does not concern us, and curse and crib when the prices of fuel and gas begin to shoot up.

We can turn away, turn a blind eye and pretend it is all happening somewhere else, but all that news is entering our psyche and eating away at our humanity, asking repeatedly, ' Why aren't you doing something, saying something?'

vagabond_2026 thumbnail
20th Anniversary Thumbnail Visit Streak 1000 Thumbnail + 7
Posted: a day ago

https://psyche.co/ideas/why-you-should-talk-to-your-dead-ancestors

Why you should talk to your dead ancestors

by Mariam Vahradyan, positive psychologist

The simple act of communicating without expecting anything in return can bring you closer to your family – and to yourself

The first time I spoke to my dead grandfather, I was six years old. My parents had taken us to Armenia to visit ancient monasteries, eat perfectly ripe apricots, and meet relatives whose names I wouldn’t remember. One of our stops was my grandfather’s permanent place of residence: Tokhmakh Cemetery in Yerevan.

‘Look who came to see you,’ my dad announced to the memorial stone – an ornate carved cross known as a khachkar. He nudged me forward gently, placing a red carnation in my hand.

‘This is for you,’ I said, and dropped the flower onto the gravel.

In my household, dead ancestors were not to be feared or avoided. From a young age, I learned to light khoonk, a strong-smelling incense, on death anniversaries and to tell stories about people I had never met. Later, I discovered that there are many ways to speak to the dead, even after so much time has passed between generations. But most importantly, I learned that ‘talking to your ancestors’ doesn’t involve waiting for a reply. The simple act of communicating without expecting anything in return can bring you closer to them – and to yourself.

Many cultures around the world actively maintain relationships with the dead through storytelling, prayer and ritual. In Japan, for example, the spirits of the dead are welcomed during the Obon festival. For four days each year, families remember their ancestors by tending to graves, lighting small fires, and making offerings. Similar practices take place during the Mexican Day of the Dead, the Korean Chuseok harvest festival, and the Hindu Pitru Paksha remembrance period.

There are also less formal ways of reaching out. From Chinese Taoist oracles working during the Hungry Ghost festival to espiritismo practitioners leading séances in Latin America, intermediaries between the living and the dead operate wherever there is a need for guidance or closure.

These practices, however, often assume a spiritual dimension that interacts with the living. But talking to ancestors, as I see it, doesn’t require access to an unobservable realm or a visit from those who have ‘passed over’. Instead, communicating with the dead can be an imaginative practice that helps create an overlap between past and present, placing us on a larger human continuum. The effects can be transformative.

Where individualism reigns, extended family ties have largely evaporated

Though this form of connecting with our ancestors doesn’t require access to a spiritual realm, it does involve unpacking certain modern biases we may hold. In Being Mortal (2014), the surgeon Atul Gawande writes that:

Modernisation did not demote the elderly. It demoted the family. It gave people – the young and the old – a way of life with more liberty and control, including the liberty to be less beholden to other generations.

The elderly are now treated in hospitals or age away in nursing homes, and when a loved one dies, we’re permitted a few days off work, but are expected in the office soon after, coffee in hand. Where individualism reigns, extended family ties (and perhaps relationships with ancestors, too) have largely evaporated. Instead, the self has taken centre-stage as we prioritise our independence and uniqueness over belonging and cohesion.

Along with the rise of individualism and the demotion of the family, secularism has ousted almost everything with even a mildly spiritual scent. As a result, in many parts of the world, talking to ancestors has been tucked away neatly as a relic of an unenlightened past. Can we learn to relate to the dead in a way that still feels relevant and meaningful today? Perhaps a more urgent question is this: why should we bother?

Research has shown that, for bereaved people, maintaining a connection to someone who has passed can help process the loss and foster meaning. In one study, the psychologists Claude Normand, Phyllis Silverman and Steven Nickman describe the case of a boy named Dennis who was 11 when his father died of cancer. Eventually, after regularly visiting the cemetery and speaking to his father in his mind, Dennis came to see himself as ‘a living legacy of his father’. The authors argue that this kind of ongoing imagined connection, though sometimes challenging to create, has many benefits: ‘Like any construction, it takes time to build; and with time, instead of reviving the pain of loss, relating interactively with the deceased brought a sense of presence and continuity of caring.’

Importantly, connecting in this case isn’t built on the hope of receiving something in return, such as guidance or information. Instead, its power lies in the feeling of intergenerational strength and purpose that you learn to carry within yourself. So, how should you start?

There is no ‘correct’ way to speak with your ancestors. It’s a process you’ll have to craft yourself. But one place to begin is by learning more about the person you want to cultivate an imagined relationship with. You might ask family members to share details as you leaf through photo albums together. In her book Through the Eyes of Your Ancestors (1999), the genealogist Maureen Taylor argues that this process of learning can allow us to ‘discover ourselves through our relatives’.

Talking about the dead can foster intergenerational continuity and a stronger sense of self

Once you have more information, you can start engaging directly, either out loud or in your head. You could start by telling an ancestor what you’ve learned about them and how their life parallels your own experiences. Recently, a friend of mine discovered that her grandfather, whom she had never met, had also worked with people with disabilities. Learning of this shared passion made her feel even more committed to her work and to her grandfather.

Research suggests that simply telling stories about ancestors can have a positive effect. According to the The Power of Meaning (2017) by the psychologist Emily Esfahani Smith, connecting to something larger than oneself through storytelling cultivates meaning, which is essential to leading a fulfilling and psychologically rich life. Also, adolescents who grow up in families that tell intergenerational stories around the dinner table have better emotional wellbeing, suggesting that talking about those who have died can foster intergenerational continuity and a stronger sense of self. By retelling their stories alongside our own, we shape more empowering collective narratives.

We also expand our sense of time and, with it, our sense of meaning. In a study on the differences between a happy life and a meaningful life, the social psychologist Roy Baumeister and colleagues found that happiness was ‘largely present-oriented, whereas meaningfulness involves integrating past, present, and future.’ Building imagined connections with our dead ancestors may be one way of practising such integrations.

Talking out loud or in your mind are not the only options. As an alternative, you might prefer writing a letter. In the past, engaging with the dead in this way was much more common. The scientist Marie Curie, for example, kept a diary of letters written to her husband after he died in 1906. ‘My dear Pierre,’ she wrote in one. ‘I want to tell you that the laburnum is in bloom, and the wisteria, hawthorn, and iris are just the beginning – you would have loved to see it all.’

Rather than simply describing events in your life, the benefits of communicating with an ancestor might be enhanced through letters that specifically express appreciation. In a study from 2021, graduate students wrote gratitude letters to someone who’d had a meaningful impact on their lives. These letters were then delivered to the person and read aloud by the students. The results of the research showed that, echoing similar gratitude studies, sharing written notes like these can have a powerful positive impact by fostering forgiveness and joy.

In Break the Cycle (2024), the psychotherapist Mariel Buqué argues that writing letters to the dead can do more than just foster positive feelings: it can facilitate healing from intergenerational trauma by focusing on the strengths and resilience that carry over. She encourages letter-writing for those who hope ‘to stay connected to their loved ones’ ancestral love and wisdom’.

It’s possible to create an imagined relationship that weaves many complex realities together

I’ve observed this firsthand with communities that have experienced extreme adversity. A few years ago, I worked with Armenian psychologists and the Dulwich Centre in Adelaide, Australia to design narrative interventions for Armenians who developed PTSD after being displaced during the 2020 Nagorno-Karabakh war. One activity we included in the six-week programme was a letter-writing intervention often used in narrative practice – a form of therapy that helps people author their own life stories. In the programme, participants wrote to ancestors or deceased family members, telling them about their struggles in their new homes or how much they missed them. This programme has now been carried out with more than 500 Armenians, with 92 per cent reporting an improvement in personal agency and belonging.

While anyone can speak to the dead, some may find it more challenging than others. In certain cases, families may not want to share details about ancestors due to shame or stigma around certain narratives. And for those families who have faced genocide or displacement, details might have been lost or erased. So what should you do if your family doesn’t share stories about ancestors, or there simply isn’t enough information available?

Regardless of the amount of available information, it’s still possible to create an imagined relationship that weaves many complex realities together. When I interviewed young Armenian Americans living in the United States for a research project, I discovered that some individuals were able to create narratives based on more general collective stories heard in their community, while others found that even telling stories of pain and hardship had positive impacts. In these interviews, people used words like ‘pride’ and ‘perseverance’ when reflecting on familial hardships. Additionally, simply learning more about their family history, even when those details were painful, helped them make better sense of their own lives and develop a personal responsibility to continue telling these tales. ‘If the future generations don’t tell [these stories], who’s going to do it?’ one participant asked.

These inherited narratives can become integrated into the storyteller’s identity and contribute to a resilient and coherent sense of self. In one study with younger generations of Armenian Americans, the stories of great-grandparents were relayed using words like ‘we’ – the interviewees shared these stories as if they had lived through the events themselves.

‘Remaining silent about family pain is rarely an effective strategy for healing it,’ writes Mark Wolynn in It Didn’t Start With You (2016). ‘The suffering will surface again at a later time, often expressing in the fears or symptoms of a later generation.’ When I first read Wolynn’s book, I thought about the story of my maternal great-grandmother, Nana Mam, whose husband had been killed during the Armenian genocide of 1915-16. I was in my 20s by the time I learned that her second husband was a controlling man who’d taken her away from her four-year-old son and forbidden her from travelling to visit him. In my family, like so many others, suffering that had snowballed over generations was often tiptoed around.

But was there something else that had carried over that I had overlooked? Aside from the untold stories and unprocessed pain, what had happened to the strengths, virtues and resilience that flowed through that same family tree? Well, that got transferred, too. Learning to speak to the dead helped me understand the good and the bad, and the inbetween.

Conversations with my ancestors now trickle into my days: a small chuckle as I remember a joke shared with my grandmother, or an update to Nana Mam that I am learning to say no. And, of course, I still talk to my grandfather. I feel close to this man I never met. We both shared a brown freckle placed beneath our eyes: mine under the left, his below the right.

More recently, I think about my future grandchildren and hope they might speak to me one day, too, long after I’m gone.

I won’t respond. But that was never the point.

Mariam Vahradyan is a positive psychologist, writer and educator based in Melbourne, Australia. She is the co-founder of the charitable organisation Kaitzak and was the recipient of the 2023 Christopher Peterson Memorial Fellowship at the University of Pennsylvania, US. She writes on storytelling, wellbeing and culture.

vagabond_2026 thumbnail
20th Anniversary Thumbnail Visit Streak 1000 Thumbnail + 7
Posted: 18 hours ago

Not really Agriculture. Sharing as it concerns all of us.

🍁

*A Must Read.*

Please read.

🌎 🌍 🌏

You are standing on a living organism that has been breathing for 4.5 billion years.

And it is trying to tell you something.

In 1970, a British chemist named James Lovelock proposed an idea so radical that the entire scientific establishment laughed at him.

He called it “The Gaia Hypothesis.”

He said the Earth is not a dead rock with life on top of it.

He said the Earth IS life.

The atmosphere, the oceans, the soil, the temperature.

None of it is accidental.

The planet actively regulates itself the way your body regulates its own temperature.

When you get hot, you sweat.

When you get cold, you shiver.

Your body doesn’t wait for you to decide.

It corrects automatically.

Lovelock said the Earth does the same thing.

When CO2 rises, forests expand to absorb it.

When the ocean gets too acidic, shell-building organisms pull calcium from the water and lock it into limestone.

When the surface gets too hot, clouds form to reflect sunlight.

The planet has been running its own thermostat for 4.5 billion years.

Without a manual.

Without an engineer.

Without permission from anyone.

It survived five mass extinctions.

It recovered from asteroid impacts that vaporized entire oceans.

It turned a ball of molten lava into a system that grows rainforests and coral reefs.

And then we showed up.

In the last 200 years, we decided the Earth was a resource, not a relative.

We extracted its blood and called it “oil.”

We tore open its skin and called it “mining.”

We filled its lungs with chemicals and called it “progress.”

And when the planet started running a fever, we debated whether the fever was real.

You would never look at a person with a 102 degree temperature and say “I don’t believe in your fever.”

But we did that to an entire planet.

Here is what Lovelock understood that most people still don’t.

The Earth does not need saving.

The Earth has survived things that would make a nuclear bomb look like a firecracker.

It survived the Great Oxygenation Event, when a new organism called cyanobacteria flooded the atmosphere with a gas so toxic it killed nearly every living thing on the planet.

That toxic gas was oxygen.

The thing you are breathing right now was once the deadliest pollution event in Earth’s history.

The planet adapted.

Life rebuilt.

New species emerged that could breathe the poison.

The Earth will do this again.

It will survive us.

The question was never “Can the Earth survive what we are doing?”

The question is “Can we survive what the Earth will do in response?”

Because the planet does not negotiate.

When a system is pushed too far, it corrects.

It doesn’t correct gently. It doesn’t send a warning letter.

It sends ice ages.

It sends floods.

It sends extinction events.

And then it starts over.

The planet is not fragile.

We are.

We are the species that built glass towers on fault lines and cities below sea level and then acted surprised when the ground shook and the water rose.

We are not the owners of this planet.

We are the tenants.

And the landlord is losing patience.

The Earth doesn’t need a movement.

It needs us to remember something we forgot the moment we paved over the first meadow.

We are not separate from nature.

We are nature.

And the war we declared on the planet is a war we declared on ourselves.

You cannot poison the water and keep your blood clean.

You cannot burn the forest and keep your lungs clear.

You cannot strip the soil and keep your food alive.

Everything you do to the Earth, you do to your own body.

You are not on the Earth.

You are the Earth.

And it is running out of ways to tell you.

Period.

( No, i didn't write it. I shared it. You will do well to do just that. Please. For EARTH is what we all have in common. )

🍁

Related Topics

Top

Stay Connected with IndiaForums!

Be the first to know about the latest news, updates, and exclusive content.

Add to Home Screen!

Install this web app on your iPhone for the best experience. It's easy, just tap and then "Add to Home Screen".