Thursday, December 12, 2013

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
18 July 1918 – 5 December 2013

~ In Memoriam ~

...my father...reserved his own faith for the great spirit of the Xhosas, Qamata, the God of his fathers. My father was an unofficial priest.... He did not need to be ordained, for the traditional religion of the Xhosas is characterized by a cosmic wholeness, so that there is little distinction between the sacred and the secular, between the natural and the supernatural. ...my mother...became a Christian... I  myself was baptized into the Methodist, or Wesleyan Church as it was then known...
Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom, p.12


I was born in the Eastern Cape. It is a very beautiful part of our land. It is rich in vegetation and folklore. As a small child I stood on the outer edges of the evening camp-fire. I listened many times to the stories of the tribal leaders. There would be long silences in-between. They spoke of our ancestors. As I listened to them, images of colour were conjured up in my mind. As I looked up into the clear, crisp, night sky I saw millions of stars. I wondered how they shone?
-Nelson Mandela, On Colour, 2003 (Also see Twinkle Little Star)

"6th February 1998: We took the Makana ferry to that dismal island, Robben Island, where lepers and political prisoners were kept. It was a depressing pilgrimage into the dark shadow of our past. Featureless, desolate, drab, tragic. This was also the island where my tenth great grandmother, Eva Krotoa, was born and often banished." -CG Garvie, Journal, 6th February 1998

"Then came the wasted prison years. A great hood descended over my eyes. Grey became the primary and paramount colour. The paint on the interior walls and the gates and the side doors were grey. The outside walls have grey slate. The watchtowers were grey. Even the roads which were built with a mixture of lime and crushed seashells were grey in colour. White appeared as a relief. The prison clothing was a dull khaki. Even the prison guards wore khaki. Even Table Mountain, a symbol of freedom for us, was grey in the distance." -Nelson Mandela, On Colour, 2003
(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)
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Inimba - Empathy and Connectedness

I never met Nelson Mandela though I was once in his presence. His life affected all of us. We are all different because of Madiba. My walk had very modest beginnings. Many have testified to a feeling of connectedness, a sense of loving rapport or resonance, with this man.  I was also changed. Mandela was a catalyst. Can we explain this awe inspiring synergy?

A close friend, mentor, and colleague, the Rev. Vivian Harris, would often share a lovely Xhosa insight. It illustrates Madiba's Charisma and Compassion. It is the Xhosa idea of Inimba. Harris wrote about Inimba in the February 1994 edition of Living & Loving. It was shortly before the historic elections of that year. He wrote:

In our part of Africa we have a wide variety of people, languages, cultures and customs. It is easy for one group to feel that it can learn nothing from the others. 

The truth is that we have heaps to learn from each other. Each culture is rich in traditions which could be of great blessing to others. Let me share with you something I learnt recently. 

Any mother knows that when her infant cries the sound of that cry does something to her. She immediately responds - without having to think about it. Her response is not only an inner feeling of love and concern for her baby; she finds that her body also responds to the cry. 

Without hesitation, and almost without being able to resist it, she responds to her child's need. 

Now the truth I learnt is that the Xhosa people regard this response as a 'thing' that lives inside a mother. To them it is so real that they have given it a name. It is called Inimba

Inimba is like an extra part of the body that lives in a mother, or it is a special spirit that works within a mother. 

Pause awhile and think about this thing that is so strange to some of us, while it is so well-known to others. 

Babies can be very wearying when they are ill. A stranger might become irritated by their constant crying. A stranger might reckon that a baby that keeps crying, when there is apparently nothing wrong, does not deserve to be loved or helped. But the mother loves her baby and goes to its rescue instinctively. 

To Inimba there is no question about deserving; Inimba simply moves a mother to help. Inimba does not ask whether the baby needs to be helped. Inimba does not say, I have helped you enough times already today and now I will help you no more. Maybe I will help you again tomorrow. 

Startling as this may seem, I believe, Madiba had this amazing attribute. I seldom hear Mandela being described as anything but as a man, a towering giant of a man, sometimes even  an uncompromising, principled patriarch, a stern father figure. However, Madiba had Inimba. It comes to the fore especially in his love for the vulnerable and downtrodden, for little children and his passion for his country.
Madiba with the Children
(Photo: Source Unknown)
Harris continued:

This is a profound truth not only about a mother but also about our heavenly Father - God. 

Possibly Inimba is one of the activities of God the Holy Spirit. I don't wish to be blasphemous so I must not make any detailed suggestions about God's nature. But this I do know: as a mother responds to the cry of her baby, so God responds to the need of His people. 

One might go so far as to say that this response in love, care and rescue is part of the very make-up of God - part of His nature - so that it is not possible for Him to ignore our cry. 
....
A baby's life depends on the Inimba in its mother. The life of this strife-torn part of the world depends on the Inimba in ordinary people like you and me. 

This wonderful thought is developed further in Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela's evocative article “Forgiveness and the Maternal Body, An African Ethics of Interconnectedness” and concludes that this awesome maternal instinct can be experienced and irresistibly expressed by men of compassion too.

Having “birthed” this infant democracy, the "New South Africa", Mandela responded to the needs of his people as a mother would reach out to her child. It was the most natural, spontaneous thing for him to do because he had Inimba.
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My earliest recollection of Nelson Mandela was as a 16 year old boarding school boy in 1962. This was in connection with news of the Rivonia Trial.  I was then only just beginning to become politically aware. Gandhi and Tolstoy were my teenage heroes.  In my naivete I didn't much appreciate Mandela. He was portrayed as a villain and a rogue, a Communist and a remorseless terrorist. The African National Congress was demonized in our young minds. When Mandela reluctantly adopted the Umkhonto we Sizwe military option I thought this stance was not in harmony with the satyagraha or "passive resistance" of Gandhi and non-violence of Tolstoy. Gandhi and Tolstoy were more in accord with my own intuitive feelings of reverence for life, all life, loving your enemies, and turning the other cheek. Had I only but read Mandela's defence more carefully!

It was only once I had left school and moved to Johannesburg that I was exposed to the broader South African reality. The terror on our streets and the unrest in the townships had increased. It took me a long time to understand the work of the likes of Beyers Naudé, The Christian Institute, and the SACC.

The scales gradually fell from my eyes. I knew nothing of the South African Liberation Movements and very little of my own colonial mentality. The terror and fear evoked by the ANC and PAC bombings were in conflict with my understanding of justice. I was oblivious to my own innate unconscious fears and prejudices. My conscience could not justify limpet mines, bombings, and the awful, sometimes indiscriminate, casualties. It militated against my Christian and Gandhian values of reverence for all life that I had embraced as teenager. A thick veil had been drawn over my eyes. Indoctrination and propaganda had blinded us. Mandela was vilified. I never knew that I even shared a common faith with this remarkable man.
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"20th April 2003, Easter Sunday: This year’s Easter was somewhat different. We fetched Mom Adam to visit Liliesleaf Farm. There, son-in-law, Steve, gave us a tour of the Liliesleaf Farm Hotel that he managed. Mavis Adam, though a year older, shared a birthday with Madiba. This was the place where several of the accused in the historic Rivonia Trial were arrested in the early 60s. The museum included historic photographic displays of the arrest and trial together with biographies written by the accused.... Steve presented me with a biography of Sisulu. Liliesleaf Farm was a fitting monument to Resurrection." -CG Garvie, Journal,20th April 2003
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Gradually, very gradually there came a metamorphosis and change in my own political perceptions. This was largely due to three influences.

"Jack" Cook
Arthur John Thornhill Cook
(Photo: CG Garvie)
My minister, the Rev "Jack" Cook of the Clifton Methodist Church in Johannesburg regularly exposed us to Soweto and the dreadful circumstances of fellow Christians living there. Jack was a former Warden and Tutor at the historic Lovedale Theological College (Minutes of Conference 1981, p.12) where Govan Mbeki among others studied. Increasingly the grim oppression and monstrous evil of racial prejudice and "Apartheid" came to my attention. It was during this time as a Wesley Guild leader that I first came across and read some writings of Mandela which, at that time, had been banned and was even a criminal offence to possess. Jack's influence was enormous extending even to an appreciation of African music once taking us to meet Hugh Tracey, an authority in African music, music that Madiba so loved. It was only then that I really began to think about the Christian values of justice, freedom, liberation, and redemption. Jack Cook struck a new chord for me.

Senator Charles Diggs
Charles Coles Diggs, Jr.
(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)
Senator Charles Diggs was a vocal American Baptist Senator who visited South Africa and more especially the iconic NASA Deep Space Tracking Facility at Hartebeesthoek in August 1971 where I was employed. "He was a committed publicist for the liberation cause in South Africa. His 'Action Manifesto' (1972) displayed his support for the armed struggle against Apartheid and criticised the United States government for decrying the use of such violence when it failed to condemn measures used by the South African government to subjugate the majority of its own people" (Wikipedia). Diggs was cause for further consideration and reflection. Though unpopular he got me to thinking. I could no longer ignore the township and prison tears.

Recently, American Vice-President Joe Biden, remembered, "When I tried to enter Soweto township with Congressmen Andrew Young of Atlanta and Charles Diggs of Detroit, I remember their tears of anger and sadness." Charles Diggs' visit contributed eventually to my decision to enter the Methodist Ministry at the end of 1971. NASA withdrew shortly thereafter and the Tracking Station was closed for "diplomatic reasons" (DJ Mudgway, Uplink-Downlink, p.77).

Douglas Thompson
Douglas Chadwick Thompson
The Rev. Douglas Thompson was a Methodist Minister who had been detained and was served banning orders in the 1960s. I first met Douglas when I was appointed to the Springs-Nigel Circuit of the Methodist Church of Southern Africa in 1978. Anthony Egan records in his, "Detention without trial: the experience of the Reverend Douglas Thompson in the South African state of emergency", how Joe Slovo urged Douglas to serve as their chaplain and to conduct an Easter Sunday Service for them on the 17th April 1960.

Joe Slovo had put him up to it. Noting that other prisoners at the Fort had access to Sunday services, Slovo and the others decided that this was unfair and needed rectifying. Since the prison authorities would not provide them with chaplains, the detainees should − and could − produce a chaplain from within their own ranks. 
...
For his text that Easter Sunday, Thompson chose 1 Corinthians 13, the famous Pauline discourse on love. Aware that most of his “flock” were agnostics, he produced a powerful sermon on three Greek New Testament notions of love − the love of God, the love of another person, and the love of community, with its emphasis on sharing. His homiletic intention was clear: the detainees should stick together, support each other in their time of crisis. Though the source of this exhortation to solidarity lay squarely in the Gospel tradition, its content dovetailed neatly with Liberal values of generosity of spirit and Marxist notions of solidarity. Years later, former detainees would remind him of that sermon and in an interview in 1982 Thompson recalled it with delight.

Egan notes, "This would seem to echo the thinking of a famous Lutheran theologian, Anders Nygren, Agape and Eros: a study of the Christian idea of love."  I rather think Douglas took his Easter Sermon from another source.

Douglas gave me his copy of Alfred Ernest Garvie's The Christian Doctrine of the Godhead. Garvie's (no direct relation) chapter on "The Christian Life" speaks of "The Energy of Love" (p.417):

i.Love to God as Motive and Pattern;
ii.Love to Man as Forgiveness and Sacrifice;
iii.Love as the Moral Principle; and,
iv.Love as the Social Bond.

Garvie concludes, "The Christian truth that in one body the members suffer or rejoice together is affecting political theory, if it has not yet adequately influenced political practice. Even in citizenship love needs to be exercised."

Learning to appreciate Madiba was no easy walk for me. I was slowly and painfully being conscientised, step by step along the way, by a Providence that I will ever be grateful for. I was beginning to realise that Wesleyan "Perfect Love" could not be divorced from "Social Holiness". It was evident that Madiba exemplified this love of which Alfred Ernest Garvie wrote.

Whether Madiba was steeped in the writings of John Wesley I do not but few have come this close to Wesley's portrait of a Christian...

He is full  of love to his neighbour, of universal love, not confined to one sect or party, not restrained to those who agree with him in opinions or in outward modes of worship, or to those who are allied to him by blood or recommended by nearness of place. Neither does he  love those only that love him or that are endeared to him by intimacy or acquaintance. But his love resembles that of Him whose mercy is over all His works. It soars above all these scanty bounds, embracing neighbours and strangers, friends and enemies - yea, not only the good and gentle, but also the froward, the evil, and unthankful... This is the  plain, naked portraiture of a Christian. (John Wesley, Letters, II, 376-802)

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During the 1980s South Africa was plunged into a dark night of boycotts, anger, chaos, and confusion. It was when Dan Heymann composed the South African hit, "Weeping", questioning the injustices of the ruling order...

It doesn’t matter now 
It’s over anyhow 
He tells the world that it’s sleeping 
But as the night came round 
I heard its lonely sound 
It wasn’t roaring, it was weeping

Original video of "Weeping" by Bright Blue
(Directed by Nic Hofmeyr. Dan Heymann on keyboards)

Then came the release of Nelson Mandela in 1990 at a time of escalating civil unrest. The rest is history.
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Methodist Conference, Umtata, 18th September 1994
In the picture: Revs, Vivian Seethal, Viv Harris (Secretary of Conference), Colin Garvie, and Presiding Bishop Stan Mogoba (former Robben Island prisoner), Inset: Madiba. Photos: Dimension
"My joy at being in this conference is multiplied many-fold by the fact that this is for me  also a personal home-coming, both in the physical and spiritual sense. The environs of  Umtata are not only my humble origins. It is here that my spiritual association with this  great Church started. And I cannot over-emphasise the role that the Methodist Church  has played in my own life." -Nelson Mandela, Address to Conference

"18th September 1994: When Dr Mandela arrived, which he described as a "spiritual homecoming", the people exploded in a crescendo of Methodist song. Here was the prisoner who had become a prince, come home. When the choir rendered the anthem, the President spontaneously stood up and started dancing. This was the dancing President. Tears flowed from my eyes. There I was, the weeping Preacher! It was a moving and deeply touching moment." -CG Garvie, Journal
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The "Mandela" Particle

Qamata, omnipresent and obscure, the supreme God of Madiba's father, was the most prominent deity in Xhosa religion and folklore. Qamata was the child of the sun god, Thixo, and the earth goddess, Jobela. Madiba has given us a glimpse of Qamata.

Madiba also defies definition. During the Apartheid years he acquired the nickname, "the Black Pimpernel" from "the novel by Baroness Emma Orczy set during the Reign of Terror" about a "hero with a secret identity", The Scarlet PimpernelMany places, institutions, plants, and discoveries have been named after Nelson Mandela but the most elusive was a theoretical nuclear particle, called the "Mandela Particle" which like the hero of the story has refused to be pinned down....

What was it: The 'Mandela' particle was (at that time) a new sub-nuclear particle from cosmic ray interactions in experiments. The scientists observed a bump in the 'hadron energy spectrum in cosmic rays' which was detected by an 'innovative hadron calorimeter'. This could have been due to a new particle, which the researchers dubbed the Mandela. Sadly, the bump was eventually found to be due to a burned-out connection in the detector's custom-built computer. (CERN Courier 2006)

Why it was named 'Mandela': Dr John Baruch says in a Bradford University staff profile that he was interested in politics at the time and suggested that the particle be named after Nelson and Winnie Mandela. Nelson Mandela was in jail at the time but says Baruch 'I thought their time would come and so would this new nuclear particle. As with many things scientific, the data improved the particle went away, but not before we had hit the world headlines and had two TV programmes made. Mandela did rather better and Apartheid was pushed into the dustbin of History.'

There is a parable in there for us. Madiba - now you see him, now you don't - constantly deflected attention away from himself.

Asimbonanga (we have not seen him)
Asimbonang' umandela thina (we have not seen mandela) 
Laph'ekhon (in the place where he is) 
Laph'ehleli khona in the place where he is kept)
                                                - Johnny Clegg & Savuka

Madiba had Inimba! He epitomised what we call agape-love, a love that asks for no reward. As a shepherd boy Madiba learned to tend his father's flock and to look to the stars. As President of the "Rainbow Nation" Madiba taught and showed us to forgive, to love, to hope, and to live with integrity reaching beyond our own limited selves and "look to the stars"! The walk must continue!
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“I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended” ~ Nelson Mandela from Long Walk to Freedom, 1994

Mooi loop, Madiba!

oOo
©Colin G Garvie HomePage: http://www.garvies.co.za

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

As Destinies Entwine....Is there More waiting in the Wings?

Life is filled with secrets. You can't learn them all at once. 
                                                 -Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code

Coincidence was a concept he did not entirely trust. As someone who had spent his life exploring the hidden interconnectivity of disparate emblems and ideologies, Langdon viewed the world as a web of profoundly intertwined histories and events. The connections may be invisible, he often preached to his symbology classes at Harvard, but they are always there, buried just beneath the surface.
-Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code


Our word 'clue' is derived from the Anglo-Saxon clew, meaning a 'ball of thread'. The most famous ball of thread in Western culture belonged to Ariadne, the beautiful daughter King Minos of Crete, who fell in love with Theseus...sent to the great Labyrinth of Knossos to be sacrificed to the Minotaur. 
-Anthony Stevens, Ariadne's Clue, p.3

This reflection arises really from the previous, "As Destinies Entwine....A Love Story". The story is ongoing. The Garvie-Adam connection may yet have a sequel one day. There may be more to this thread that has yet to disclose itself to us.

When we first visited Scotland in 2004 we homed in on Aberdalgie about three miles south-west of Perth. Several generations of my Garvie ancestors lived there. My great grand father Laurance Garvie was born at West Lodge, Dupplin Castle, Aberdalgie in 1845. His father, John Garvie, was a forester on the Dupplin Estates. John Garvie's parents, James Garvie and Janet Hutton were also from Aberdalgie. Though I know of no know connection, the Rev William Garvie was the local minister at the time.
Cousins Ken and Colin Garvie
Descendants of John and Janet Garvie
Aberdalgie

The primary object of our visit to the Aberdalgie Church was to see the Garvie graves in the church graveyard. The one grave of immediate interest to me was the grave of Janet Luke, John Garvie's wife and several of their children. It was this grave that pointed us to the Cemetery in Balgay.  The monument read...

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
JOHN GARVIE
DIED 21ST AUGUST 1898 AGED 79
INTERRED AT BALGAY CEMETERY, DUNDEE
AND JANET LUKE HIS WIFE
WHO DIED 15TH MAY, 1884 AGED 66
ALSO THEIR CHILDREN
MARGARET WHO DIED 16TH JULY
1875 AGED 21
ELIZABETH WHO DIED 26TH APRIL
1881 AGED 33
AND
CHARLES, JESSIE & MARY ANN
WHO DIED IN INFANCY
JANE GARVIE DIED 29TH JULY
1928 AGED 83 YEARS
---
ERECTED BY HER DAUGHTER JANE
PEACE PERFECT PEACE
-=O=-

John Garvie's father was James Garvie who we believe was a son of James Garvie and Janet Glass. (It might be that the two James' are the same person and Janet Hutton was a second marriage. Janet Glass had died early in 1812. In September 1812 James Garvie married Janet Hutton. Unfortunately the records are incomplete.) Whatever, the James Garvie of Janet Glass was born 15 Oct 1753 in Scone.

The Garvies of Scotland proliferate around the legendary Scone near Perth in Perthshire. According to a letter from J C Garvie Macleod to the editor  of  the Oban Times, Spenthorn, West Park, Leeds (date unknown) it is said that the Garvies of Perthshire "are descended from John Garbh, seventh Maclean of Coll, through one of his sons, probably John of Totaronald." According to him, John Garbh was wounded at the Battle of Inverkeithing, Fifeshire (1651) and did not return to Coll. His three sons (or grandsons) rented Upper Balgarvie, Lower Balgarvie and the Mill of Balgarvie in the Perthshire, Parish of Scone from the Earl of Mansfield.  Their descendants were tenants of Muirton, Haggis Hall and other farms near Perth.

In Scots the prefix "bal" means "place or town of" so "Balgarvie" means "Garvie's Place". "Balgay" means "Place of Breezes".

Walking around the small Aberdalgie cemetery we came across two mysterious Adam family memorial stones side by side....
Sylvia Adam between the two Adam Memorials
Aberdalgie, Perthshire

The memorial stone of the first read in part...

IN MEMORY OF
JAMES ADAM
WHO DIED AT BALGARVIE, SCONE
5TH FEBY 1934 AGED 44 YEARS
BELOVED HUSBAND OF
ANNIE ANDERSON
WHO DIED
2ND FEBY 1972 AGED 80 YEARS
.....

The second stone read in part...

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
JAMES ADAM
BELOVED HUSBAND OF
JANET NIVEN
WHO DIED 3RD JUNE 1925
AGED 63 YEARS
.....

Other than the reference to Balgarvie, Scone there is no other indication that there is any link between the Garvies and Adams of Aberdalgie except that from other records, James Garvie and Janet Niven came from Lundie is a small hamlet 10 miles northwest of Dundee. They had Dundee connections too, Dundee where John Garvie and Elizabeth Fawns are buried (see previous blog).

The coincidence of "Balgarvie" may simply serve as a symbolon,  a pointer. Anthony Stevens explains this beautifully in his Ariadne's Clue (p.12):

The Greek noun symbolon referred to a token or tally which could be used as a verification of identity. An object, such as a bone, would be broken into two halves and each given separately to two people...who could then identify each other by producing both halves and checking that they fitted together. Each tally-holder knew his own half to be genuine. If perfect fit occurred between the two halves of the symbolon, a Gestalt was suddenly created out of the familiar (known) and the strange (unknown) parts and the bona fides of each individual was established as sharing the same allegiance.

Synchronicities work in such a way too. It is the "Adam Affect", the “Wow Moment”, when Adam first met Eve he exclaimed, "This one at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh!" (Gen 2.23). Diese endlich! The word Gestalt or “wholeness” is a good one in this context.

Stevens continues...

The conjunction of sym (together) with ballein (to throw) emphasizes the idea that the strange must be 'thrown together' with the familiar to construct a bridge of meaning between the known and unknown. In psychological terms, something unconscious is connected with consciousness, resulting in the experience of new meaning.

As the one monument stone pointed me to Balgay so the other was directing me to Balgarvie. Together they were the symbolon building a bridge from the known to the unknown.I am inclined to the "doctrine of the more"!

Further Reading:

Henry Z Jones Jr, Psychic Roots, Serendipity & Intuition in Genealogy, Genealogical Publishing Co. In. Baltimore
Henry Z Jones Jr, More Psychic Roots, Further Adventures in Serendipity & Intuition in Genealogy, Genealogical Publishing Co. In. Baltimore
Anthony Stevens, Ariadne's Clue, Princeton University Press, Princeton

©Colin G Garvie HomePage: http://www.garvies.co.za

Saturday, November 30, 2013

As Destinies Entwine....A Love Story

Laban ran out to the man at the spring.....  "Arriving today at the spring....." [Abraham's servant] said, "Yahweh, God of my master Abraham, please grant a successful outcome to the course I propose to take. While I stand by the spring, if a girl comes out to draw water ... let her be the girl whom Yahweh has decreed for my master's son." I was still saying this in my mind when Rebekah came out, her pitcher on her shoulder. She came down to the spring and drew water..... I bowed down and worshipped Yahweh, and I blessed Yahweh, God of my master Abraham, who had led me by a direct path to choose the daughter of my master's brother for his son. 
~Gen 24:29-48 NJB

The First Insight Theory: Mysterious coincidences cause the reconsideration of the inherent mystery that surrounds our individual lives on this planet.
~James Redfield, The Celestine Prophecy

Why hast thou cast our lot
In the same age and place?
And why together brought
To see each other's face?
To join with softest sympathy,
And mix our friendly souls in thee?
~Charles Wesley, Engagement Hymn, MHB 716


In previous blogs I reflected on the "geographies" of  our cradles and graves, of "hatches" and "dispatches". In the collective psyche of humanity birth places and death beds have been tinged with the mystical. These are sacred places, sometimes called "thin places" or even "stargates".We need only think of Bethlehem and Golgotha.The tagline to the "Stargate Universe" television series is "Where will Destiny take you?"

However, what about "matches"? Marriage is a portal and like birth and death is associated with "passage rites".  An important feature of such significant moments and places is the idea of "synchronicity". A synchronicity is a meaningful coincidence.

Carl Jung wrote in  Synchronicity, An Acausal Principle: "By far the greatest number of spontaneous synchronistic phenomena that I have had occasion to observe and analyze can easily be shown to have a direct connection with an archetype." Marriage is one such archetype and possibly the most synchronistic of all. It is the "the girl at the spring" moment. What Brigid of the Wells is to the Celts so is Rebecca and Rachel to the Hebrews.

"According to psychologist Carl Jung, marriage is one of the great event archetypes, along with death, birth, initiation and a few others. Jungian psychologists believe that these archetypes exist in a collective unconscious mind that binds together all living beings, organizing the experiences of each species–all the experiences, back to the very beginning–to create an ever-increasing pool of knowledge, belief and expectation that each individual shares, and to which each contributes their own experiences." ~ http://blog.californiapsychics.com/blog/2010/08/the-archetype-of-marriage.html

"The wedding and specifically the bride just might be one of the grandest of all archetypal images. .... [Jung] said that archetypes function like river beds." ~Dr Jeff Howlin

Chance? Fate? Karma? Kismet? Murphy's Law? Synchronicity? Providence? Quantum Entanglement? So many words to describe the "chemistries" or "connections" we experience! Deepak Chopra coined the word "SynchroDestiny".

Friedrich Schiller (1759 - 1805) said, "There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny." Indeed!

I had the great privilege to prepare many couples for marriage. With each couple I would ask two questions and make a statement of fact:

  1. "When and where were you born?" - This was a legal requirement but it was a loaded question about beginnings.
  2. "Your earthly relationship will come to an end. Hopefully not because of divorce but then certainly because of death." - A statement of fact but opened us to a consideration of endings.
  3. Then what I considered the most fascinating: "How did you meet? What brought you together?" - This enabled us to explore synergies and synchronicities.

So how did Sylvia and I meet? What strange providence had "cast our lot in the same age and place" that together we might be one? On the surface of things it was rather obvious that we would have met in the way we did. Sylvia was, after all, "the girl next door". There was nothing unusual about that. Or was it?

YMCA-YWCA

As chance would have it, we lived across the road from each other in Rissik Street, Johannesburg. She was in the YWCA and I was in the YMCA.  One doesn't have to be a rocket scientist to realise that inevitably there would be at least some magnetic flux between the two hostels. It was simply a matter of biological attraction, of boy meets girl, was it not? Some might say pheromones were the cause, that love was in the air. Proximity had brought us together. Others again would contend that surely there must have been something more “metaphysical” than just "pollen spores". Facilitating all this, of course, was that many residents of both the YWCA and YMCA congregated at the nearby Clifton Methodist Church. A large number of matches happened and were sealed there. In this way like met like.

YMCA Bedroom View across to the YWCA

To my electronics biased mind, the love acted much like a "band pass filter" naturally bringing suitable partners together because they radiated similar "vibes" while filtering others out. For technicians romance becomes a case of resonating circuitsautomatic frequency or phase-locked loop control systems. It was harmonics and Fourier Analysis!
A L-C Resonating Circuit (Graphic: Wikimedia Commons)

On the surface then, that was how we met. It was a simple matter of the confluence of two rippling streams and a common geography. Circumstance. However, from this point on, the connections become a little more mysterious. After all, how does one rationally explain the coincidence of a quest, a prayer, a well, and a pretty girl? Similarly, in my case, there were antecedents too...

NITR-SAIMR

Sylvia moved into the YWCA because she was working at the nearby SA Institute for Medical Research (SAIMR) studying to become a medical technician and I had moved to the YMCA working at the Tracking Station of the National Institute of Telecommunications Research (NITR) and studying to be an electronics technician. While I attended day classes at the Witwatersrand Technical College she attended night classes there. So there was much in common.

What interested me however were  the other more extraordinary events that had conspired long before we had even met, that brought us together. It was only very much later in our marriage that this even dawned on us. What “star-crossed” circumstances had led me ending up in Johannesburg to be on the same "street where she lived"? I wasn't a Johannesburg boy. This thought was all the more strange considering that while we were both born in Africa, to South African parents, we had in fact been born some 4833 km apart as the stork flies. I was born in Ladysmith, South Africa whereas Sylvia was born in Vom, Nigeria, both in the late 1940s. We met some twenty years later. Here to mention but three of the strange concurrences that led to our lives being so entwined. They set the scene and was...

The Proscenium...
"the part of a theatre stage between the curtain and the orchestra (i.e., in front of the curtain)

In ancient Rome, the stage area in front of the scaenae frons was known as the "proscenium", meaning "in front of the scenery". As a metaphor, the proscenium is a "window" to the stage of life. Three instances come to mind...

First: Balgay Cemetery, Dundee

Our paternal ancestral lines takes us both back to Scotland, to Dundee in fact and in Dundee to the Balgay Cemetery. This is where we pick up the thread, “Ariadne's Clue” as it were, to the labyrinth of our lives.

In 2004 with the help of cousins Ken and Eleanor Garvie, we had found the grave of my great great grandfather, John Garvie, in the Balgay Cemetery in Dundee, Scotland. To our astonishment, shortly after our return home to South Africa, we discovered that Sylvia's great great grandmother was also buried in the Balgay Cemetery! Had we only known before! Gratefully, Ken and Eleanor, afforded us a second opportunity to visit Balgay and the two graves in 2008. Whether John Garvie (c1820-1898) and Elizabeth Fawns (1821-1903) ever knew each other we might never know. This much we do know...they were contemporaries and both were from blacksmith families living in Dundee. Remarkably, Dundee descendants of John Garvie and Elizabeth Fawns were to end up in South Africa and there to marry. Both families arrived in South Africa within a year or two of each other in the early 1880s.






















Grave of John Garvie, Balgay, Dundee                                                               Grave of Elizabeth Fawns, Balgay, Dundee

Our lives are like islands in the sea, or
like trees in the forest, which co-mingle
their roots in the darkness underground.
- William James
Second: Ladysmith

We next pick up the thread in Ladysmith, South Africa. I wrote in my previous blog....

Yet another remarkable anecdote. Living in Ladysmith at the time of my birth was Emily Adam (Alder). Emily passed away a year after my birth on the 16th July 1947. I was to marry Emily's great-granddaughter, Sylvia, 25 years later. Sylvia's great-grandfather was the local blacksmith and though he died in 1939 it is likely the two families knew each other..... It is a small, small world.

Emily Adam was the wife of  James Adam the son of the same Elizabeth Fawns of Dundee, Scotland! He died shortly before my birth.

Our "paths", though we never met till much later, next cross at...

Third: The Komati


Komati River, Moedig Farm

Not long after my birth in Ladysmith we moved. I grew up on a farm almost 400 kms away, Gemakstroom (Leasure Stream) located just below Skurweberg (Rough Mountain) near present day Machadodorp. The Komati River flowed through the farm. Many years later I discovered that Sylvia, who had been born thousands of miles away in Nigeria, would come to South Africa and spend her childhood holidays on a family farm at "Moedig" (Courage). Moedig was also on the Komati, just a few miles upstream from Gemakstroom!  We never realised it! So close yet so far. Destiny was then already conspiring to bring us together! We were both Kids of the Komati! Talk about prevenient grace!

In hindsight...

"Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal, or a window opening on something more than itself." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

On 30 June 1921, Alfred Watkins had been driving along a road near a village in Herefordshire. While gazing at the scene around him, in the words of his son, "like a chain of fairy lights" a series of straight alignments of various ancient features, such as standing stones, wayside crosses, causeways, hill forts, and ancient churches on mounds, caught his attention. He called these "ley lines".

Geographical synchronicities are like love leys linking lovers together. One can plot them on a map, joining the dots, Dundee-Ladysmith-Komati-Johannesburg, and perhaps one day, we might even extrapolate them to the stars.  They are "entanglements" in the fabric of our Universe.

It is one thing to ask, "How did you first meet?" It is another to enquire, "Why did you meet?" Possibly, synchronicities act as pointers.  Synchronicities point us to Metaphysics and the Numinous.  Speaking of the numinous, Wikipedia puts it succinctly: "The numinous experience has in addition to the tremendum, which is the tendency to invoke fear and trembling, a quality of fascinans, the tendency to attract, fascinate and compel. The numinous experience also has a personal quality, in that the person feels to be in communion with a wholly other." Is that not why? We meet in order that we might encounter the Wholly Other.

American novelist, poet, philosopher, Wendell Berry in Given, once said,  "There are no sacred and un-sacred places. There are only sacred and desecrated places." I like to think of Balgay-Ladysmith-Komati as a "chain of fairy lights" that lends enchantment to the "sacred places" of our lives, lives that in every moment is intensely mysterious, amazing, and sacred.  If only, like Abraham's servant, we could but connect the dots, join the “fairy lights” of love, the matrix of marriage would take on a far greater significance and meaning. As our Jewish friends remind us, marriages are truly made in heaven!

Further Reading:

Deepak Chopra, SynchroDestiny http://www.amazon.co.uk/Synchrodestiny-Harnessing-Infinite-Coincidence-Miracles/dp/1844132196


©Colin G Garvie HomePage: http://www.garvies.co.za

Sunday, November 17, 2013

More Psychogeography - Our Birth Place

...some people believe that we choose not only our parents but also our place of birth.

This is simply another way of emphasizing the importance of nature, for geography and nature are not really dissimilar. Being born into this world in a particular place is like having the signature of that place stamped upon you. The essence of your place of birth cloaks and protects your walk through this life, and whatever you do becomes registered in the ledger of that geography.... Your footprints still lead back to the place where you began. Any time there is a thought or memory of the origin, or an illusion to the origin, or more specifically a prayer that addresses your roots and the nature of your origin, then vast forces in the universe are unleashed.
Malidoma Patrice Somé, The Healing Wisdom of Africa, p.40

Ladysmith - the centre of the world’s attention, the scene of famous deeds, the cause of mighty efforts... 
~ Winston Churchill, The Boer War, p.209

Ladysmith 28° 33′ 35″S, 29° 46′ 50″E 
Home Farm 28° 34' 60S, 29° 36' 0E


In my last blog I introduced the thought of Psychotherapy. "Psychogeography".   Psychogeography was defined in 1955 by Guy Debord as "the study of the precise laws and specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behavior of individuals." While expressly intended for avant garde urban environments we can apply the concept to rural geographies too. Places have vibes!

Nansook Park and Christopher Peterson wrote, "The place where we grew up or currently reside is more than physical space. It defines who we are, how we think about ourselves and others, and the way we live."   What about the place where one is born?

Malidoma Patrice Somé boldly asserts an African belief: "We choose not only our parents but also our place of birth."

I was born in Ladysmith, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa  (28°33′35″S 29°46′50″E) in the midst of the great battlefields of KwaZulu-Natal. My parents were living with my grandparents on Home Farm (28° 34' 60S, 29° 36' 0E) about 15 kilometres to the west of the historic town.

Home Farm, District of Ladysmith with 
Dewdrop Stream meandering through (Photo: Google Earth)

Founding History

The traditional Zulu name for Ladysmith is eMnambithi - King Shaka gave this name to the Klip River after tasting the sweet water ‘mnambitheka’ - meaning ‘tasty’.

King Shaka (1785 -1828) regularly visited various chiefs and indunas from various clans in his kingdom. It was during one of these visits that he visited the area of eMnambithi. When a new area was visited, the custom at the time was to give a name to the place. In the case of this area, King Shaka drank water from the Klip river and found it to be sweet compared to the coastal water. He pointed out that the water is tasty. In isiZulu anything that is tasty is called "nambitheka". The river was then name "uMnambithi" because of its tasty water. 

In 1847 after buying land from the Zulu king Mpande, a number of Boers settled in the area and called it the Republic of Klip River with Andries Spies as their commandant. The republic was annexed by the British in the same year and on 20 June 1850 was proclaimed a township called Windsor. On 11 October 1850 the name was changed to Ladysmith after Juana Maria de los Dolores de Leon Smith also known as "Lady Smith", the Spanish wife of Sir Harry Smith, the Governor of the Cape Colony. Sir Harry Smith was the British general governor of Cape Colony and high commissioner in South Africa from 1847 to 1852.

The story of Harry Smith and Juanita, a young Spanish teenage girl is one of the great love stories of South Africa. So strong was their  devotion to each other that she silently endured the discomforts and danger of life on the battlefield, often having to flee for her own life.

In 1812, at the age of fourteen, she  found herself orphaned and only with a sister, when her home town Badajoz was besieged for the fourth time during the Peninsular War. After the siege ended in a successful but very bloody storming by the British and Portuguese forces, the sisters sought protection from the plundering and pillaging soldiers by some British officers they found camping outside the city walls. One of them was Brigade-Major Harry Smith, of the elite 95th Rifles scout regiment, whom she married a few days later.
....
Juanita Smith and her husband are the central characters in the historic novel The Spanish Bride by Georgette Heyer, which spans the period from just before their meeting after the battle of Badajoz through the aftermath of the battle of Waterloo in the latter part of the Napoleonic Wars.


Juana Maria de los Dolores de Leon Smith
(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

The Boer War

Following the Battle of Ladysmith (1899), with the British forces...regrouping in the town, the Boer forces decided to surrounded the town. The siege lasted 118 days, from 2 November 1899 to 28 February 1900, during the most crucial stage of the war. A total of around 3,000 British soldiers died during the siege.
Home Farm was the scene of of vicious battles 
between the British and Boers including

1900 Map 
Home Farm was located just north of Dewdrop
 west of Ladysmith in the foothills of the Drakensberg

Winston Churchill wrote: "I climbed up to see it for myself. Only eight miles away stood the poor little persecuted town, with whose fate there is wrapt up the honour of the Empire, and for whose sake so many hundred good soldiers have given life or limb--a twenty-acre patch of tin houses and blue gum trees, but famous to the uttermost ends of the earth" (London to Ladysmith Via Pretoria, p.221).

Two icons of my life date back to this time. Two RML 6.3 inch Howitzers used by the British during the Siege stand in front of the Town Hall aptly named, Castor and Pollux. I am a Gemini. The other is Mohandas Gandhi who was a stretcher bearer in Ladysmith influenced my spiritual and political thinking as a teenage. I grew up with an intense aversion for war. Early in my teen years I felt drawn to the non-violence stance of Tolstoy and the satyagraha. A statue of Mohandas Gandhi can be seen at the Lord Vishnu Temple.
Statue of Gandhi, Ladysmith 
(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

It was this "poor little persecuted town", if I am to take Malidoma Patrice Somé literally, that I chose to be born on the 15th June 1946. To all intents and purposes it is a little surprising to find my father and mother in Ladysmith. They had met in Vryheid, Natal and married in Ermelo, Transvaal. Then World War II separated them for nearly five years. My father was a POW in Germany. I was born nine months after his return home. During that time, Mother had moved several times living with her parents in Ermelo and the in-laws at Home Farm in the Ladysmith District. My father was only decommissioned from his unit, the Umvoti Mounted Rifles, on the 5th May 1946, a month before my birth. Two years later we had moved to a farm in the Eastern Transvaal

"Book of First Entry", Register of Midwifery, Ladysmith Library showing birth of Colin G Garvie

While we frequently visited Ladysmith for holidays even on one visit meeting Sister Sandalls, the midwife who had delivered me, Ladysmith was never much more than my port of entry into this world. William Dixon wrote, "Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of every­  thing" (The Human Situation, 1937). Nevertheless I could never think of Ladysmith or drive through the town on my frequent trips between Johannesburg and Durban without there being a great surge of emotion and affection.
Gate to Home Farm, Ladysmith. (Photo: Google Street View)

There was an auspicious total lunar eclipse at 9pm SAT the evening before I was born.

Star Map of the 14th June 1946 Lunar Eclipse at 21h00 SAT
(Stellarium)

Yet another remarkable anecdote. Living in Ladysmith at the time of my birth was Emily Adam (Alder). Emily passed away a year after my birth on the 16th July 1947. I was to marry Emily's great-granddaughter, Sylvia, 25 years later. Sylvia's great-grandfather was the local blacksmith and though he died in 1939 it is likely the two families knew each other. Even stranger, Sylvia's great-great-grandmother, Elizabeth Adam (Fawns), and my great-great-grandfather, John Garvie, are buried in the same cemetery in Dundee, Scotland. Sylvia was born in Nigeria. It is a small, small world.

The Grave of James and Emily Adam, Ladysmith Cemetery

Somé is right when he says...

Being born into this world in a particular place is like having the signature of that place stamped upon you. The essence of your place of birth cloaks and protects your walk through this life, and whatever you do becomes registered in the ledger of that geography.... Your footprints still lead back to the place where you began. Any time there is a thought or memory of the origin, or an illusion to the origin, or more specifically a prayer that addresses your roots and the nature of your origin, then vast forces in the universe are unleashed.

That is psychogeography!

Alas during that ugly colonial war
You were besieged with fightings all around
The Brit and Boer their cannons smoked
Yours the portal through which I came
Ladysmith.

[Note: Driving along the N3 between Durban and Johannesburg, Home Farm is the farm on the South-West quadrant of the N3-R616 junction near Ladysmith, https://maps.google.co.za/maps?q=google+maps+28%C2%B0+34'+60S,+29%C2%B0+36'E]

©Colin G Garvie HomePage: http://www.garvies.co.za

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Geography as Destiny and the Vredefort Dome


All the Earth is sacred – it's just that some places seem alive, and it is easier to be aware of that spiritual connection. 

I'm a great believer in geography being destiny.

The place where we grew up or currently reside is more than physical space. It defines who we are, how we think about ourselves and others, and the way we live. 

Artist depiction of an Asteroid Impact

In my previous blog,"Connecting the (wrong) Dots", I related how three geographical locations, baKoni-Boskop-Kromdraai, may have subliminally informed the course of my life.

These are places akin to what the Scots and Irish call "thin places" or what Eric Weiner calls "the Geography of Bliss".  (For a thoughtful reflection on "thin places" see click here.)

Another place, and the most primal of all, is the Vredefort Dome in South Africa not far from where I lived as a teenager. The Vredefort Crater is the largest known impact crater on Earth. When I was 11, my father had been transferred from the gold mines of Pilgrims Rest to the fabulously rich gold reefs of Blyvooruitzicht, "Happy Prospect". This was a move, literally from the Blyde River Canyon to what was during the 1960s, one of the richest gold mines on the planet, Blyvooruitzicht.

During those teen years we would often drive down across the northern crater rim of  the "Vredefort Crater" to Parys for  Sunday picnics along the Vaal River. The Vredefort Dome is now a World Heritage Site.  The geological significance of  those Sunday picnics only dawned on me much later in my life.
 Vaal River near Parys, South Africa

The Vredefort Crater

The asteroid that hit Vredefort is estimated to have been one of the largest ever to strike Earth (at least since the Hadean eon some four billion years ago), thought to have been approximately 5-10 km (3.1-6.2 mi) in diameter... 

The original crater was estimated to have a diameter of roughly 300 km (190 mi), although this has been eroded away... The remaining structure, the "Vredefort Dome", consists of a partial ring of hills 70 km in diameter, and are the remains of a dome created by the rebound of rock below the impact site after the collision.

The crater's age is estimated to be 2.023 billion years (± 4 million years), which places it in the Paleoproterozoic era. It is the second-oldest known crater on Earth, a little less than 300 million years younger than the Suavjärvi Crater in Russia...

The dome in the center of the crater was originally thought to have been formed by a volcanic explosion, but in the mid-1990s, evidence revealed it was the site of a huge bolide impact, as telltale shatter cones were discovered in the bed of the nearby Vaal River.

The crater site is one of the few multiple-ringed impact craters on Earth, although they are more common elsewhere in the Solar System. 

The nearby Bushveld Igneous Complex (BIC) and Witwatersrand Basin were created during this same period, leading to speculation that the Vredefort bolide's mass and kinetics were of sufficient magnitude to induce regional volcanism. The BIC is the location of most of the world's known reserves of platinum group metals, while the Witwatersrand basin holds most of the known reserves of gold.

Vredefort Crater (Photo: NASA)

[For more about the Vredefort Dome and some dramatic photos see the Hartebeesthoek Radio Astronomy Obsevatory Web Site at http://www.hartrao.ac.za/other/vredefort/vredefort.html.]

Incredibly, because of an asteroid impact two-billion years ago, my father ended up working at the Blyvooruitzicht Gold Mining Company Limited! Indirectly, my life's course, to my great astonishment and amusement, had ancient Paleoproterozoic antecedents! Suddenly Paul's assurance to the Ephesians took on a new meaning for me, “He chose us in Christ before the world was made to be holy and faultless before him in love, marking us out for himself beforehand, to be adopted sons, through Jesus Christ. Such was his purpose and good pleasure” (Eph 1:4-5 NJB).

Here was the genesis of my interest in cosmology, catastrophes, and apocalyptic cataclysms! Curiously, the move from Pilgrims Rest to Blyvooruitzicht also marked a switch in theological perspectives. We moved from the Dutch Reformed Church to the Methodist Church. This shift was to have a huge impact and consequence on my life's trajectory too.

Cybernetics of Landscapes and Geography

This brings me to a long held conviction, the conviction that we are assigned our time and place in the Universe by God. Geography somehow imprints itself on our psyches and instinctual behaviours.  An instinct is defined as an "inborn pattern of behaviour in response to specific external stimuli" in this case, a geophysical location. It is also described as "an intuitive judgement or feeling about the best way to act, not based on rational conscious thought" (WordWeb). That is, geography modulates our instincts, effects and affects our destiny. Landscapes impinges on our lives! Vredefort did!

This field of study and research is sometimes called "Human Geography", "Cognitive Geography", or "Psychogeography". Psychogeography was defined in 1955 by Guy Debord as "the study of the precise laws and specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behavior of individuals."

Christian environmentalist, Steve Lummer, writing about "Geography Affects Destiny" explains...

Author of Wild Goose Chase, Pastor and Adventurer Mark Batterson reminds us of this very thing when he points us to Genesis 15 where we see an amazing illustration of God's desire to get us "out there".

God took Abraham outdoors to look up into the nighttime sky. He told him that his offspring would outnumber the stars in the sky. What God did may be just as significant as what He said. He led Abraham outside for an object lesson that he would never forget. He would never see the stars in the sky the same way again. Every time he looked into the nighttime sky, he "remembered the promises of God."

Why did God take him outside? Because held up inside the tent, Abraham's vision of God and God's amazing future for him was limited. He could not see the potential of God's promises. God wanted him to get a glimpse of just how big a God He was. Taking him outside was God's way of telling Abraham not to put limits and ceilings on what He wanted to do through him and for him.

The same point could be made when God relocates Abram from Ur to settle in Canaan.  Steve Lummer continues, describing his own boyhood experience. It echoes my own...

What a great place to grow up as a child. Little did I realize at the time, but that place of adventure and exploring was a set up by God.

I found an amazing passage this morning out of Acts 17:26-27 that explains why we live where we do and why we live when we do.

According to Acts 17, God places us in certain geographical locations at certain times in history for a real specific reason. "From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. 27 God did this so that men would seek him."

Time and time again, a Voice calls me from my "tents", my comfort zones and says, "look up into the nighttime sky" and see the bigger picture. Thirty years before its discovery in the 1990s, an asteroid from long, long ago had cast its spell and was to reverberate through my life and choice of interests and careers.

Impact craters indeed make ideal sand pits and ponds for Sunday afternoon family picnics for boys in which to play and cosmic nurseries for new life to spawn!

For further reading:

D. R. Montello, Cognitive Geography,  University of California – Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara, CA, USA, http://www.geog.ucsb.edu/~montello/pubs/CogGeog.pdf
Harm de Blij, The Power of Place: Geography, Destiny, and Globalization's Rough Landscape
Vredefort, Miscellanuous Books: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Vredefort
Abiogenesis, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Origin_of_life
What is Astrobiology, http://astrobiology.com/1998/04/what-is-astrobiology.html
Celestial Impact Events, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impact_event

©Colin G Garvie HomePage: http://www.garvies.co.za