This Blog has been thrust into existence by a few synchronous events of the past few days. A tweet from 815wrldtrvlr was one of them; "The wealthiest and most powerful are corporations, and they've too much to lose," in response to a question of whether we as a species are likely to come to our senses in time.
Another was a story I heard from someone (who must remain anonymous) of a first-hand recalled event.
"Oh dahling, I so want to support this. Such a good cause. But where shall we join? I mean, we're not here awften, are we? There's the London base, of course, but to be honest we're not there that awften either, are we?"
"No, dear," nodded her husband.
"What about Scotland, then? We spend more and more time in Scotland these days, don't we?"
"Wonderful. That's settled then, we'll sign up to the Scottish region." She smiled at Hermione. "How much did you say the minimum was?"
Hermione had explained the membership system, which relied on a voluntary monthly donation, and that the minimum of £4 covered basic administration costs such as a quarterly magazine and other material they would receive. She replied dutifully to the lady's question.
"Is that alright, dear?" the lady asked her husband.
"Oh yes, £4 a month is fine. Absolutely."
Hermione gathered the form onto a clipboard for them to sign. When the details had been filled in, she explained about the GiftAid signature, which enabled the charity to claim 25p from the Treasury for every £1 donated by taxpayers.
"Oh, we're nawt taxpayers," exclaimed the lady. "No, no, we can't GiftAid it, I'm afraid."
When they had gone, Hermione was joined by a co-worker who had been standing nearby.
"Let's have a look at the form," he asked. She handed it to him.
"That Scottish address," he said. "That's not an address, it's an island!"
The couple turned out to be owners of a major retail corporation in the UK. They owned an island, dwellings in London and Gloucestershire, and probably a few others elsewhere too. But they didn't pay tax, and couldn't bring themselves to contribute anything of significance to a charity devoted to worthwhile work which they themselves had chosen to support. I found the story remarkable and very disconcerting, but recognised the epitomy of truth within it. I've encountered a great deal of evidence to suggest that the wealthier a person becomes, the more protective of their treasure trove they get.
Even those who should really be more enlightened appear to be falling into the avarice pit. Joe Vitali, who made his fame on The Secret, reveals that what he has done with the wealth attained from teaching people how to live better lives through communing with the Universe is to buy himself a mansion and twelve cars. Everywhere you find a Law of Attraction guru, you're likely to find someone who has the power to make a difference, but chooses not to.
We know, we understand, we share the consequences. I've no idea how far it'll get us. Who cares?