Daniel’s history of Ireland

Waking up to life; and facing up to pain

Copyright (c) Daniel O’Beeve and ABC Coaching and Counselling Services, 2018

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Daniel5I was out on that road again: that sad and lonely road. That hard and stony road. The one that snakes between boulders, trees, pain and breeze; all the way over the high pass, filled with snow in winter, and down into that valley of lush grass, where the springtime smell of gunpowder, and the sound of musket fire, mingle with the clash of steel swords, and the screaming of the inmates in the rotting, wooden shack that serves as the local asylum.

As I approached the bend in the road, I could see smoke rising from a cluster of low bushes, and peering in, I saw an ancient old man, all hair and beard, draped in tattered rags. He was stirring some of the most flavoursome beans imaginable, in a little black pan, over a small, uncertain fire.  The smell of the beans was so divine that I pressed my fingers against my concave stomach, which almost allowed me to feel my spine, so long had it been since I had eaten anything. He read my situation instantly, and called me into his bush home, with a simple wave movement of his head and neck.  I entered with trepidation, and sat on the ground beside his fire, again in response to a movement of his head and eyes.

“Travelling far?” he asked, in a strange dialect.

“Moving on”, I replied in my standard mode of speech.

He held the pot of beans out to me, and handed me a dirty spoon.  I dipped hungrily into the pot, and transferred as many beans as possible into my mouth.  The first taste of food after a long fast is such a delight – such a transporting sensation – that I was temporarily elevated to a different plane of reality, and forgot all about my host.  Tears of joy welled up in my eyes, and I almost choked with the sense of urgency to get some food into my stomach. After what seemed like an eternity, during which I consumed three large scoops of the most delicious, warm, satisfying beans, and felt my stomach cry with satisfaction, I became aware of the old man once more.

“And you?” I asked, licking the savoury sauce from my lips.  “Permanently here?”

“Nobody is permanently anywhere!” he told me, with a sparkle in his little green eyes.

He looked like a visitor from another time and place, with his back firmly against a tree stump, and crossed legs seemingly buried like roots, in the ground.

“Nobody?” I asked, vacantly, while savouring the beans on my teeth and tongue.

“We are all passing through”, he told me.

I nodded my recognition of the probable truth he had uttered, and chewed some more.

“But some people are following the way of the world”, He added. “They are following their path through life – and some people are running away from their path through life!” As he said this, he looked at my face, quizzically.

“Perhaps I am”, I said.  “Running away”, I added.

He simply smiled an inscrutable smile.

“Life is so harsh and painful”, I said, without intending to reveal so much about myself.

He coughed, and then said: “But don’t you find that, every time you pause or stop, it is still right there with you?  That you cannot actually run away?”

This was like a blow to my guts.  A pointed wake-up call.  He was right.  Whenever I stopped, all the gloom and doom descended upon me once more. All my unfinished business was right there in the baggage I carried everywhere with me.

“But what’s the alternative?” I asked him.

“Turn around and face it”, he said.  “Walk back into whatever fire you are fleeing from.  Let it burn away your resistance to pain and suffering.  Face up to the fact that all of life involves suffering.  Then, when you’ve done that work, you will arise from the bonfire of your vanities and delusions like a young phoenix, with powerful golden wings, and you will soar into the warm, blue sky, and fly joyfully over the cruel folly of the battlefields of this mad realm!”

I sensed that this was the wisest man I had ever met; and that his words were the best advice I would ever get.  I took one more spoonful of his wonderful beans; thanked him for his kindness; and stepped back onto the path which had taken me to this point.  Except, this time, I turned back in the direction I had come; back towards my childhood home; back to the hell hole in which I was raised and shaped and distorted.

Each step I took back along that debris-strewn path caused more and more hope to arise in my heart.  I felt that this time I would reach some kind of resolution; some kind of completion; some kind of transcendence out of my pit of despair.

So strong was this feeling of hope and excitement that I awoke, and looked out through the bars of my home-made cot.  And a familiar feeling of dread returned to my guts.  I now had to face up to the pain of the arrival of ‘Mammy’, who would fish me out of this box of rags, and ‘rear me’ for one more horrible day! But facing up to this dread would be my salvation, according to the old man with the beans!

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Daniel’s mysterious journey through the eye of a needle!

Copyright (c) Jim Byrne, September 2018

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Cover image of young O'BeeveWhat is the relevance of Daniel’s story to the life of the readers of this page?

Firstly, “Ireland”, in this story, is a graphic metaphor for the point where “the spear” (of the fundamental wound in your childhood mind) entered your side – painfully!

Secondly, “History” is a place-holder for the stories we spin out of our existential pain. The howling anguish, or the suppressed sobs, of a tortured heart and mind.

Third and finally, “Daniel” is ‘the one’ who is always present when there is any degree of human consciousness whatsoever.

Front cover 2To understand Daniel is to understand yourself, and everybody else. This was one of the core insights of John Steinbeck, the author of The Grapes of Wrath. This is how he expressed that idea:

“In every bit of honest writing in the world… there is a base theme. Try to understand (your fellow human beings), if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a (person) well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means (of arriving at this point), (and) many of them. There is writing (which aims at) promoting social change, writing (aimed at) punishing injustice, writing in celebration of heroism, but always that base theme. Try to understand each other.”

John Steinbeck: Journal entry from 1938.

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Man-writing3If you think you are a good detective – or a diligent researcher – begin to search, backwards, from this moment, all the way back to your childhood. Make a few notes about every age or stage of that returning journey.  Then move further back, to the point of your birth.  But do not stop there.  Move backwards another nine months or so.

When you get all the way back to the point of being a mere sperm-skewered ovum, you have arrived at the moment of conception; of sparking into life for the first time.

Then, when you take one further step backwards, you will have returned to a pointless-point at which there are no words; no images; no sounds; no sensations; except for the gentle murmuring of the infinite universe, which is 99.99% empty space.

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The womb in which your life began, as a shapeless, impregnated egg, determined almost everything about where you are now, in your life, and your future possibilities.  Not because of the nature of the womb in which you came into existence, but because that womb was ‘owned’ by a particular culturally-shaped woman: Your mother.

Daniel5– Daniel writes: “The womb in which I arose, and came into existence within, belonged to Neeve O’Beeve. (Her friends warned her that it was a mistake to marry a man called O’Beeve, given that her name was already Neeve! But she would not listen to that warning; nor the one that said it was a mistake to marry a man who was twice her age.  Nor the one that said it was a mistake to get married when she was just seventeen years old, with a mental age of ten!) Neeve and her husband –  my father, Owen – created a cold, harsh, loveless marriage, and I grew up thinking this was the norm for humans.  From this beginning, I developed into a cowardly, frightened, emotionally unintelligent, insecurely attached (anxious-ambivalent) watcher of the world.  Watching endlessly, and fearfully, and finding no way to understand what was going on around me in this cold, cruel world…”

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Until you go back and examine the relationship that existed between you and your culturally-shaped mother, you will remain a blind growbot, marching along a predetermined path, following a set of childhood-designed scripts; in a hypnotic trance.  You will remain stuck in a culturally-shaped groove that probably (in many cases) will lead you to a painful, unfulfilling destination.

– Daniel writes: “I have been back to the beginning of my horrible life, and reviewed the journey that brought me to the point where my life stopped working in the dysfunctional way that it was originally shaped, and crumbled before my very eyes…”

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Once you understand the journey from the womb to your current life situation, you become, for the first time, Free!  No longer a growbot – but a conscious, free agent. You will then be at liberty to distinguish between what you want, and what you were driven to do; what you will and will not accept as life outcomes; and what you can and cannot control about your current socio-economic-cultural conditions.

– Daniel writes: “What you will discover at this point..  Ahhh… What I have achieved… Umm… Ahh… You’ll have to read my story to find out, I’m afraid!  It’s too complex to summarize here!”

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Who are we?

Front cover 2Every human being who comes into existence, on this planet, or anywhere else, is a vitally important being – a part of the whole life of the universe.  And nothing should be done to shrink or retard the development of a single person. Nothing should ever be said or done to minimize the value of a person, or to deny their fundamental equality with all other persons.

We must assume that we are each here for a reason…

Who is Daniel O’Beeve?

Daniel is one of the fragments of the whole life of the universe who got damaged in the earliest years of his fragile little life. And his story is the all too human story of whether it is possible to repair that damage; and if so, how?

Perhaps his story is an important part of the scrambled jigsaw puzzle that is your own life story?

The life of Daniel O’Beeve…

To be born into the loveless marriage of unhappy parents is a double tragedy.  Firstly because of what you do not get, as an unloved child; and secondly because of what you do not learn to give: the frozen love in your unawakened heart!

Daniel writes:

“I was born into the devastation and grinding poverty of post-colonial Ireland, at the end of the Second World War. My circumstances were such that there was no likely way of recovering from the cultural deprivation and emotional illiteracy into which I was thrown.

“There was no way, that anybody could possibly have expected, or anticipated, or assumed, that my life could be other than a total write-off.

“But the heart knows things of which reason barely can guess; and my heart set out (without the awareness of my mind) on a cold and lonely journey – a blind quest – away from the brutality of crushed love! Away from its birthplace; away from the pain; and towards… nothing discernible… nothing visible. Nothing that could be envisioned. But perhaps there was a kind of sense – or scent – of the possibility of hope…

“Where I would end up, who could possibly say?  But travel away I had to do.  I had to go.  Pushed and pulled by unconscious forces of which I knew nothing.

“If you want to find out where this road led me, and the challenges of finding escape hatches, worm holes, and narrative shifts into parallel realities, you can get a copy of Volume 1 of my 3 volume story here:

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The life of Daniel O’Beeve: In three volumes

Daniel O’Beeve and the Wee History of His Part of Old Ireland

 Book 1 of 3

A semi-autobiographical journey through a bit of the universe

By Jim Byrne

Published by The CreateSpace Platform, in association with the Institute for E-CENT Publications: Hebden Bridge. 2018

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Description of this book:

Front cover 2This book is primarily about Daniel O’Beeve; a little Earthling of no particular consequence.  But his journey is psychologically illuminating.  (Daniel was born in Ireland, but his most ancient ancestor was a little black African woman on the plains of the Serengeti!)

However, the first thing I have to do is to introduce somebody other than Daniel O’Beeve.  This might seem odd, but everything about me and my life is decidedly odd – and Daniel’s is even odder.  And the character I must introduce is a little, blue, furry alien…

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Don’t worry about the alien: Professor Valises.  He is also a small fragment of the total energy of the universe.

Did he exist inside Daniel’s head; with the Little Blue Bear; and the host of other characters that eventually made some kind of sense of Daniel’s insane beginnings?

Or did the Professoré exist in the real world, in a parallel universe that the sane mind cannot detect?

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The other oddity is this: Daniel’s life is not coterminous with the history of Ireland.  He arose in Ireland.  But he was not destined to spend his life there.  He could have arisen almost anywhere, and still have had a significant story to tell.  And perhaps, in this story, ‘Ireland’ is just a metaphor for ‘a difficult starting point in life’!?!

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Copyright details (and information about preexisting versions or elements of this book)

Front cover 2Published in 2018, by the Institute for E-CENT Publications; in cooperation with the CreateSpace Publishing Platform

Copyright © 2018 by Jim Byrne.  All rights reserved by the author.

If you have previously read ‘Metal Dog – Long road home’, or ‘Obedience and Revolt’, you should not buy this book, as the content will overlap the two mentioned books.  Otherwise, go ahead and get it!

ISBN-13: 978-1722816827

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“Our parents have a powerful effect upon the mental and emotional shape we assume in life.  But we are more deeply marked by the parents we thought we had!”

Micky J. Moran, A Very Peculiar Tragedy, (from the Foreword).

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Disclaimer

The characters in this story bear no relation to any person living or dead.  And no institution identified in this story is drawn wholly or purely from reality. This story is a ‘personal mythology’ constructed by the author from fragments of interpretive memory, recalled family stories, a handful of family photos, and inferences about where he must have originated in order to account for the journey he has been on throughout his lived experience. Plus some communications from at least one muse, regarding the strange lives of Professor Nuveen Valises and his psychological team members.

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Contents List

Foreword _______________________________________________ vii
1. The journey begins… And a legend of old Ireland _______________ 1
2. From Bangkok to Oxford ________________________________ 15
3. My dramatic birth, and the origin of the research project _______ 31
4. My own, unique Ireland _________________________________ 47
5. Fragments of insight into forms of childhood _________________ 73
6. Joining the revolution ___________________________________ 91
7. Childhood is a nightmare, especially in school _______________ 111
8. Leaving home, and moving on ___________________________ 135
9. Making love in Blackpool _______________________________ 159
10. The sorrows of Professor Valises… _______________________ 181
Endnotes _____________________________________________ 183

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Foreword

By Jim Byrne

Setting the scene

“The psychology of personality cannot grasp the limitless nature of large-brained, fleshy beings (like homo pulvexis, pove ligarto, and cabasis ovinus; and now, additionally, homo sapiens!”.

Silga Valises, Klimmantz Philosopher, planet Wampak 17F, in the year 3608 (Intergalactic Calendar of Zarf)

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“The Book of Aghtuf describes the arrival of Wider Psychology on planet Earth as a present from Professor Valises to Daniel O’Beeve”.

Seamus McGoppaleen, Irish Sun Times editorial, July 1989

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This book is primarily about Daniel O’Beeve; a little Earthling of no particular consequence.

However, the first thing I have to do is to introduce somebody other than Daniel O’Beeve.  This might seem odd, but everything about me and my life is decidedly odd – and Daniel’s is even odder.

Now, of course, some discerning reader will, at this point, object:

“Hang on there, Jim!  You are Daniel O’Beeve!”

No! This is not true. I reject this interpretation. This is just a rumour; a misunderstanding.  I am the channel through which Daniel O’Beeve speaks to the world.  There are, of course, many parallels between my life and his, but he is a bigger person than I ever was!  Also braver!  More thoughtful, and creative.

I channel him!  I drape his communications in some details derived from reflections upon my own life.  In that sense it could be said to mirror some aspects of my personal mythology, my autobiography.  But, without the communications from Daniel, this story would not exist.  He is more than half the story – and the more important half at that!

Furthermore, I also know something about another character in this story, and he is insisting upon being introduced first.  That character is Nuveen Valises.  And if you read this story, I feel sure you will agree that, without Nuveen Valises, this story would never have been worth telling!

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Nuveen Valises was a child of love!  He knew that from his earliest conscious experiences, burned into his warm and happy memories of lying in his father’s arms, outside Silga’s glass pod, on the edge of the luminous village of Lam.  Silga was the most devoted father in the village (even though fathers from the Klimmantz race are famed for their love of their offspring); and he smiled constantly at his child’s little blue, furry face.  He took his child to Suskeen, the equally devoted mother, for feeding, at intervals of approximately three saskas (which is roughly equivalent to two Earth hours).

Of course, neither parent knew anything about planet Earth, which was not on the intergalactic map of the universe at that time.

By the time he reached an age where he could leave his father’s pod, Nuveen was well prepared for his studies at the most prestigious school of psychology on planet Wampak 17F.

Silga and Suskeen missed him enormously, because their multi-valved hearts were so full of love for their son.  But they were consoled by the fact that they felt he was destined for great things.  They had been told by his tutors that he would make a great contribution to the Federation’s knowledge – and knowledge is power.

Little did they know that their little blue, furry offspring would discover planet Earth (with some assistance!); create the theory of elfa badalla (and search for evidence, in the life of Daniel O’Beeve, for the existence of this potent ectoplasm); and bring the Irish people to the attention of the whole of the universe which is organized within the Intergalactic Federation.

By an accident of history, Professor Nuveen Valises would discover the little, unwanted Earthling, Daniel O’Beeve, and stake the tail end of his long and promising career on a detailed study of Earth psychology, by studying the life of Daniel.

Before planet Earth was discovered, did it exist?  According to Erwin Schrödinger, it both existed and did not exist.  But this makes no sense whatsoever.  For the people of Crumble-Baan, where Daniel was born, it undoubtedly did exist.

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