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First published 2007.
Copyright © Colin Robert Parry 2006
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Iniuch Naiolann Sceal by Colin Parry
Dublin 2004. One hundred years later...a different story by a different writer. But the same city, and the same pubs. This book will unashamedly change the way you think. It will explain to you. It will haunt you...
Chapter One
I sat still listening to his words. I always did this at Christmas time. It was the one moment of the year when we went to church together as a family and listened to the priest. His message had been clear, as most of his messages were. However, what was so different about this sermon was his belief in the words that he spoke. They were from his heart. The words were truly beautiful and for small, brief moments, the priest was able to open his heart, to his congregation, so that all could see within his soul. It was the very beautiful that he could see but also it was the radiance contained within him. It was inspiring, simply inspiring. And his message? It was a simple one, I will not add or take away from his words but merely write them down so all can read and all can listen. It was about this…
“The loosening of people’s hearts…the softening that creates vulnerability…yet, without loosening…the love, trust and all the other beautiful emotions that connect each of us together cannot be achieved…nothing can be achieved without loosening of the heart…simply nothing of any value as seen through the eyes of God.”
The priest did not know why mankind was like this. Why we were flawed? Initially, I thought this must have been through his innocence, purity or even naivety, as it seemed obvious to me. People did not allow their hearts to loosen because we were all scared. Opening our hearts would make us vulnerable and hurt us, as we had all been hurt to an extent, so many times before. However, as I look back on this now, I realise the priest meant something different, he was looking at this from a different angle and I actually suspect from a higher angle.
Anyway, we went home after church and enjoyed the rest of the Christmas season. However, his words stuck, I suppose that’s what inspiring words do, they just hang around and keep reminding you about what they meant to you at that time. So, as I had listened and as I had been moved, somewhere within me decided to give it a go, to actually try…to actually try to loosen my heart. Instead of switching myself off, I would switch myself on and start to listen. No longer ignoring whatever it was....
Chapter Six
If only there could be a wedding, a beautiful wedding to which one could be invited. The celebration of life, the communion and synergy of two people coming together. One plus one does not equal two: it equals whatever the two are capable of and by all means, this could be ten, twenty or two hundred. It really is like this, it is the hope that I’d like to experience, the unequivocal, inexplicitness of hope that might be offered… by the simple union of two people.
Chapter Seventeen
Words cannot often describe situations to which people encounter. When people are asked for examples about how something might have happened or how did they feel, often a blankness comes over their expression and an all too familiar phrase is used to excuse the use of words as they are not good enough to explain whatever happened.
“Words are not good enough…words can just not explain.”
I often take two viewpoints on this, but both are not equal. I will explain the second theory first because it is less relevant and leads onto the first. This is my logic and I hope you appreciate it.
Secondly, surely, words have evolved over a number of years and when someone is stuck for a phrase, then they invent one. Words can describe anything and through any illustration, people can start to understand. Words are more than anything.
Firstly, how can words describe a situation, event or feeling? Words are our language, they hold no responsibility or accountability, it is not up to them to describe what happened, it is for the people to dig deep, to look at themselves, to question who they are, to understand their principles and beliefs and reconcile their actions. Only then can words be used but most of all they need to be used in a non discriminatory way, there is no purpose using catch phrase or clichés, merely opening a dictionary or reference file and looking for pain to merely have a drop down menu of pain equals ache, hurt or soreness. Pain is what you feel and if you need to explain this, then whatever you need to explain it with is really the answer. If a sound, a muttering, a groan, a scream, a violent physical action, a tear, a long blink, a clenched white knuckle or whatever else springs to your mind at that moment…if it works and describes pain, then use it. Use it, for these words and actions are the therapy, they are where the answers lie.