Planting the Seed

It’s cold.

You are slowly but surly freezing to death. There is just you and a small cedar tree by the river in the snow. You have not slept in so long you cannot remember. The voices are starting to go away. They are much quieter now. You are starting to get tired, so very tired. Memories of your wife and children have faded. It is amazingly calm as darkness mercifully descends.

Across the river, in a modern, clean and warm office the mayor takes another sip from his favorite coffee mug and stands to look out his window over the river and park. There is a tree and a sleeping derelict beside it disappearing in the quickly passing evening haze. It is not his problem. Nothing can be done. He takes another sip of coffee and returns to work.

The next morning the cleanup crew has been called in to take away the body. It is difficult to straighten it out since it was clinging onto itself when death overtook it. It was probably trying to keep warm. There looks like frozen tears on frozen cheeks and a visage filled with pathos. It is not pleasant work.

A crew member removes a small stone clutched by a dead and frozen hand. The body is removed. The crewman lingers a little wondering why the body would be holding a stone. What does the stone mean? He turns it with his fingers and holds it to the light. It is an ordinary stone, no shine or sparkle, probably sandstone, nothing special.

But why was he clinging to it? Why, at the last moment of life, would this man cling to a simple and non-descript stone while freezing to death by a river? What is this stone?

He ponders it, examines it, and looks for some meaning to a meaningless death. It is as ordinary and insignificant as a homeless mentally ill nobody dying in the snow. Can there possibly be any meaning? Does it matter?

The stone, he thinks, is it real? Is any of this real? Is there really a problem? Are there really people dying?

Maybe it’s not. Maybe, like millions of those in power and authority, with responsibilities too great for any individual to handle, the stone is just as we perceive it. It’s not real. The problem is not real. It’s just as we perceive it. There may be a problem, but if it’s not my problem, it may as well not exist.

If the stone is not real, if the stone is as we perceive it rather than something that is there whether we perceive it or not, then nothing is real. Not even Truth itself.

If the stone is not real, and there is no real Truth, no reality outside of our perception, then right and wrong are as we perceive it. It’s not our problem.

If there is no stone, then Justice is as we make it and as we desire it. It is our intellect that rules. It is our will that controls the universe, and whoever can control the human will, controls reality. If there is no stone then we are free to deny what is real. Nothing is real.

That, it seems, or so postulates a humble crew man who cleans up dead bodies by the river in Calgary, is the crux of what is going on. We have become so bizarre, so divorced from reality; we cannot bring ourselves to acknowledge the existence of a simple stone. To do so would mean a great, great deal.

If the stone is real, the universe exists. It exists whether we perceive it or not. We have been given the incredible gift of being able to perceive the universe, but it was here long before we were born and will continue to be long after we are gone. The stone is just as valid a candidate as an observer as anybody else or any thing else. Who is to say it cannot perceive being held by a kind and good man by the river before the lights go out?

Why is there a major problem of homeless mental illness in every major city in the world? Whose bright idea is it to prevent hundreds of thousands, probably millions, of sick and suffering people from medical care and medicine? And whose bright idea is to keep them suffering?

This is not a matter of public opinion. It does not matter if it is but one person or a majority of the voting population. If a child is suffering and you have the ability to alleviate that suffering, and do nothing, then that is abuse of that child. It is not a legal matter; it is the difference between what is wrong and what is right. And wrong and right exist regardless of what you may perceive. Truth, justice, knowing the difference between right and wrong, and a vast host of other verities our ancestors have given their lives to uphold, actually do exist. They are real.

And for anyone to allow suffering, especially of the sick and homeless, in our ridiculously wealthy society, whether it’s your responsibility or not, is very simply wrong. It indicates a denial of what is real. It indicates a denial of the truth. And that is the path to a dedication to what is truly evil. That is the legacy we will leave for our children, because the universe will continue to go on and leave us behind.

So, dear Reader, what can you do? Above all, don’t endanger yourself. If you are moved, if you believe that the words you are now reading are real, whether they are printed on paper, on a computer screen or being read to you. If what you are reading now is real and not a part of some manipulative world you have dreamed up or been caused to believe. If you really believe there is right and wrong. If you believe Truth is what exists independently of our perception, then this is what you do.

Next time you are out walking, pick up a simple and humble stone, nothing special. Keep it with you. Put it on your desk, dashboard or whatever. Each of you, whether working in a library, handling a desk, patrolling, or just trying to make a living, knows that at some time we could have done something to save someone.

We simply acknowledge that there is a right and wrong. Maybe next time it will be different. Maybe next time we can make a small but significant change in the course of the universe. Just a little is enough.

Because we can see that as a crew man puts a pebble in his pocket and walks away, all there was to witness the death of a good man was a stone, and his only friend was a tree. And that’s the difference between what is real and what is not.

Say hello to Austin

Hey, you might want to check out http://www.austinmardon.org/. It’s Austin’s website. Austin Mardon just won the Order of Canada about a week and a half ago. He won it for his work with the homeless mentally ill. His list of achievements are very long and I encourage you to give his site a boo. Also, click on this "make Austin an MBE" and submit your vote.

We talked for about half an hour today over the phone. I’ll relate a bit about his point of view and can hopefully expand in the future.

“There are approximately 700 homeless schizophrenics in Calgary. That’s specifically homeless schizophrenics rather than mentally ill people in general. There are other diseases like manic depression and so on,” he said.

He explained that work in New York City had shown that a program of getting medication to the homeless mentally ill, in the form of injections every other week, had resulted in a huge success rate.

“With Risperdal Consta, you would only need a nurse to give an injection once every two weeks, and a general practitioner to initially diagnose the homeless schizophrenic,” he said.

“This is not a homeless issue,” he emphasized, “It’s a medical issue.”

He added that the program required the permission of the person undergoing the program.

“What they did,” he said, “was they provided the person’s welfare check with a very good meal along with the injection.”

”It is much easier to manage an injection once every two weeks logistically and financially than to give a pill every day,” he explained,

“Government and the public keep talking about solving the homeless problem. Ironically Risperdal Consta could solve the problem of schizophrenic homelessness. Without Risperdal Consta the government could spend many millions dollars treating homeless schizophrenics without making any impact whatsoever,” he said.

Austin also pointed out that those who suffer from Alzheimer’s Disease receive treatment and help but those who are homeless and mentally ill do not.

“There is such a stigma against mental illness,” he said.

We talked for a bit about different medications and both of us agree on the benefits of Risperdal. He was surprised to learn there is a generic for the drug in pill form that is very cheap. However, he argued that just giving the homeless mentally ill a bottle of pills to try and hang on to and self-regulate their medications is foolish to say the least. “There is no way that a homeless mentally ill person could do that,” he said. He argues that the injection once every two weeks is a much better way to go.

“There needs to be established a social connection with the broader community, you know, in shelters with the medical community. You don’t need that much … you need to be creative.

“One last thing … with generations past if someone became psychotic and was homeless they attempted to house them, usually in squalid conditions, in rural houses or warehouses, but we don’t even do that today. And the irony is that we have medical treatment.

“For example, John Nash who won the Nobel Prize in 1992 was actually homeless at several points in his life. Some of the people who are homeless, if given medical treatment rather than being ignored, might actually get into the process of recovery.

“What I’ve seen is the incredible results of people who have cooperated with their treatment. I believe there is hope. It involves the medical community.”