Wednesday, 1 April 2026

Community and Resilience

Back home from the last session on the Anna M in Portugal, I have plenty of Spring work outside and other matters to contend with, but at least I am expecting the next trip to Nazaré to be the final one before sailing home. I finally had to give up on getting an electric drive there, so I'm going to sail home without a motor and see if I can manage to get the electric drive togrther here at home on the Shannon Estuary.

    In the 1990s, when the photo at right was taken, my hope was that fishing would provide a productive basis for our community here. That's my old boat, the Whitebank tied to the quay in the foreground. Nowadays you may see one or two small potters there. For years now, I have been thinking as to whether fishing based on sail and electric power could make a comeback. However when I retired from commercial fishing in the late '90s, I bought the Anna M with a view to taking dolphin and whale watching trips under sail.

    The latest global disasters should encourage such efforts,- that's if we don't get altogether paralyzed. It's dreadful that we have to take the uncertainties of geopolitics into account when we try to make plans these days! However, as I've always said, whatever about climate change and also the advantages of electric motors in the line of noise, vibration, instant readiness and so on, the biggest consideration for me is not to be at the mercy of the latest hike in the price of oil. It would be wonderful also to be free of the choke-holds all the way down the supply chain, which can be taxed or even cut in so many ways, and which at the best of times takes an inordinate slice of one's income!

    It seems a fair bet that this will only get worse in the foreseeable future. This next month will surely tell a lot. One must hope that the Iranians manage to establish a free society of sorts for themselves, otherwise we are in for a terrible lot of trouble. "There you go again!" I hear it said. "You have always been a prophet of doom!" Not the full truth, however, - I have also always seen the doom as offering great opportunities for fuller life, not to say, for fun! People don't like to admit it, but how would we like it if life just ticked along 'on an even keel' the whole time? Why do we go sailing at all, for instance, if not to manage while now and again being thrown about, in fear of our lives, and to enjoy the contrast, with the memory of the storms, on calm and sunny days?

    Which is not to belittle the hardships we are facing. There are always the two sides to life. For instance, one can say, not without justification, that 'the West' stands for freedom, justice, democracy, human rights etc. Then one can turn round and ennumerate all the ways in which we fail to live up to our fine ideals. Well, if and when we can honestly profess them, that is so much. Sometimes we even have to fight for them, which is not pretty at all, but at least shows whether we really believe in them or not. Meanwhile we have to do all in our power to avoid such dire necessity.

    So much has happened in the last decade to undermine our confidence in our own ideals. Our leaders are ever less credible, our politicians ever more inept, as they appear to mainly package and distribute power that resides in dark places elsewhere, rather than to honestly represent their electorates.

    Not to mention the covid affair, that Aughinish smelter is classic. It constitutes a massive environmental hazard, it has overstretched the capacity of its enormous tailing pond, everyone for miles around would love to see it shut down, but the politicians bow to covert remote interests. The Epstein files constitute an opportunity to glean much insight into how the dark powers operate, but this is very likely an intolerable prospect for our rulers. If they can't drum up another 'epidemic' to distract everyone, a war will do very nicely!

    And yet, an authoritarian and totalitarian block has been emerging, based on China, Russia, Iran and North Korea, which is a whole lot worse than our relatively free and open societies and needs to be faced down before it becomes even stronger. At least we in 'the West' are by and large free of the threat of being shot down in the streets or hauled off to imprisonment, torture and death! It is intriguing to observe how very alike the regimes in China and Iran are, in spite of their radically different ideologies.

    If the 'dear leaders' succeeded in their goals of conquering Ukraine and Taiwan, would they stop there? Maybe they would just fall out among themselves. This interconnected world in which we live today provokes all-too-credible dreams of world domination and control, but meanwhile those who aspire to them, including the Western/globalist dark cabal, have a certain attraction for each other. They don't care about the packaging of power, it's the reality they are after.

    While we struggle around in the Hall of Mirrors, we had better hold fast to the few clear and clean images that we have inherited,- Christ crucified and risen, and with his mother. As ever before, they have implications, which chime perfectly with the practical challenges we face. To honour them and live by them, we need Church, which calls for repentence and a continuous new beginning in the name of Jesus. This is how to confront chaos and dissolution and to build community and resilience. Whether we are talking about the old Celtic monasteries of the 6th century with their beehive huts or the great monasteries of the High Medieval Age, these are precious reference points we may refer to, in our present struggles, scattered all over the Gannetsway.

    Every age has its particular cultural circumstances. Our parishes today are but pale shadows of the old monastic communities, yet attempts to reproduce these in modern society have not proved very successful. Perhaps that is because we continue to attempt to function in our own little bubbles, with an illusory self sufficiency; yet as contemporary society becomes increasingly brittle and dysfunctional, many people are quietly trying to develop alternative approaches to life. I tried to lay out the general direction of travel in my 2005 novel Wavedancing. That of course was then, but I think we do need to step back from the immediate dramatic events of the last decade now and again, gaining a longer perspective.

    I live in hope that the upheavals will see sane people everywhere breaking out of the myth of individualism and the resulting isolation, which leaves us so vulnerable to attempts to manipulate and control us, not to say to impoverish and enslave us. I believe that in meeting each other in our needs, we will actually meet Christ himself. However this is a work in progress, not to be subjected to our own wills, but a gift from God. If we fail to see it like this, we end up manipulating and bamboozling each other in our own turn!

     Yet it's no good sitting around, wringing our hands and talking about it,- we have to find ways to become engaged, even if this means, for instance, attempting to renovate an old wooden sailing boat. I hope the Anna M will do her bit, sailing the Gannetsway in memory of those seafarers who of old carried the Good News around these Western coasts, provided a means of communication and encouragement for people quietly trying to do their thing in that tradition, and eventually produced a race of sailors who circumnavigated the globe, laying the foundations of our modern world!

    Now we are challenged to find out how the peoples can live together in peace, without blowing up the world. Not that long ago we were all living in our own separate bubbles. Some still try to do so, but in the internet age this is becoming harder all the time. In fact the bubbles have been popping all over the place even during the time I have been writing this blog. I tried to provide a commentary on this in my novel Wavedancing, and point to some ways we might respond. That was about twenty years ago. I am preparing a new edition, along with extracting a book version of this blog. Stand by for more news on this!



Tuesday, 17 February 2026

Shaking the Nations



St John's Island, from 'Anna M' in 2004

It is impossible to think, say or write anything much without reference to the dramatic events that have been shaking the world on all sides in this two thousand and twenty-sixth year of Our Lord. In Britain, America, China, Russia, Iran and many other places, there is a crescendo of existential stress which is fitfully exploding here and there. Who am I to add to the torrent of commentary? Yet to try to make sense of what is happening is a necessity for us all. We each have our own experience, and it seems to me that any spots of illumination which we think we have, we should share. 

    Until this last dump of material, I tried to steer clear of the Epstein files, considering them just one more dollop of sordid gossip that I would rather not bother my head with. Why would I want to besmirch my memories of the Caribbean, for example, by looking up that famous little island of Epstein's? Then I remembered that I sailed past the same Little St James' Island several times in the noughties, that Anna M had been repaired across the bay on St Thomas, and I had even tried to interest Fiona in buying a house on Water Island, further along the south coast of St Thomas, for use as a guest house and base for sailing trips.

    People, especially from St John's which is largely a national park, used to call St Thomas 'St Trauma', finding it busy and stressful. Perhaps its pivotal role in the slave trade back in the day did not help! Anyway that's where they had to go for their business, the airport, where the cruise ships went and a lot of people including myself tried to make a few bucks. At the other end of the south coast of St John's is the lovely Coral Bay, where I dropped anchor off a beautiful beach, swam ashore and encountered an old black dude working on a small boat. He squinted at Anna M, and enquired "Is that an Irish tricolour?" He responded to my affirmative by holding out his hand saying "Captain O'Kelly's the name".

    He ended up coming for a sail with me, doing a bit of fishing and telling me his story. I think the Irishman was his great-grandfather, who had settled in that spot with a black woman in the nineteenth century. He had owned a schooner, sailed up and down the islands trading, or sometimes did some fishing, while the womenfolk grew vegetables, made baskets and what-not. When I asked what his sons were doing nowadays, his face darkened. "You see them houses there? Million bucks apiece. They drive around in their big trucks, smoke dope and quarrel about the money!"

    This incident helped to clarify a very big issue in my mind,- how may we get back to some kind of sanity? Meanwhile, I wasn't to know that peak insanity was playing out a few miles away, on the 'Epstein Island'. Nowadays I feel that I owe it to the girls, whom I then sailed unwittingly past, to try to understand what was going on. However I tend to think that, horrible as their story is, it is a bit of a side-show and distraction from the big picture, which we are only beginning to understand,  though we won't get much further if President Trump and other big-wigs like Gates and Von der Leyen have their way. 

    The Ducky (as it seems I shall have to go back to calling him) has been desperately trying to move on, along with many of the most powerful men in America, but it seems he is tearing up his base, the genuine MAGA types who elected him on the promise of transparency and accountability. They are not going to be fobbed off with half measures. Neither are they going to be pleased if, contrary to his election rhetoric, he resorts to the Putinesque, Machiavellian tactic of distracting everyone with a war in Iran.

    Which criteria is he using, in deciding what we get to see, and which not? When it comes to names, it is fair enough to redact the names of victims, but not of 'players'. What was done seems arbitrary, however enough has come out to show us that there is more than ordinary vice involved. It is hard to believe that those big money men like Gates and the Rothschilds, not to mention Mossad, the CIA, MI6, Putin, the Chinese Communist Party, the Clintons, etc were so very interested in Epstein's girls. There was clearly some bigger play going on. What could it possibly be? 

    In recent years, one 'conspiracy theory' after another has turned out to be true. Who now believes that the CIA was not involved in President Kennedy's assasination? Who believes that the covid came from nature? Who does not think that the whole covid fiasco was orchestrated on a global basis, that somehow managed to coopt democratic governments, media and health authorities? Who could possibly have pulled it off? Who profited from it, enormously? The Epstein files have lifted only a corner of the fabric, so far. If democracy is to have any future, we must all press on with the demand for accountability. Fauci, Von der Leyen and Beourla, all of you, out with it! 

    The upset and level of stress surely has a lot to do with the new tech. In principal, our access to information is unprecedented. The rulers of this world are not used to transparency on the part of the plebs. Somehow we must be sedated and distracted. Let's not let it happen. I recommend two antidotes,- sailing the sea and prayer. Best of all, combined, as in the words of Fr Anthony Keane, a monk of Glenstal Abbey who has sailed with me:-

"Sailing around the South West coast of Ireland is an opportunity to
enjoy a THEOPHANY - the magnificence of our Creator made manifest
in the glories of the sea as they rend the rocks in their dramatic
power. Moses was granted a theophany on Mount Sinai as the Lord
manifested Himself in the elements and gave him the Law. On seeing
the drama of battle as written on stone in West Cork and Kerry,we too
may sing:
"Greater than the roar of mighty waters, more glorious than the
surgings of the sea, the Lord is glorious on high."(Ps93)
And we may ask who is He "whom winds and sea obey?"


From the chaos of the sea in storm, in the grim weather of early Spring, we look for the advent of a new Heaven and a new Earth! I'm heading for Portugal again shortly, intending to relaunch in a couple of months, but still severely hampered by lack of funds....

 

    

     


Tuesday, 27 January 2026

Knock, Knock Knockin' On Heaven's Door



        It's amazing how that song of Dylan's has stayed with me down the years, over half a century of them! That single, oft repeated phrase haunts life,- my own and, whether we acknowledge it or not, everyone's, though it might get muddled up with divers other daft doors! Still, Dylan's song is reassuring in that he was plainly not just referring to some mythical Heaven utterly beyond our experience. I do not mean any slight to Heaven as a metaphysical, transcendent reality outside and beyond time, but the fact is that this concept cuts no ice with me if I can absolutely not locate it in our own experience. What's more, we have our Saviour's assurance that 'the Kingdom of Heaven is among you'!

        However, the more fundamental reassurance, in fact the true revelation, comes when we realise that our tentative little knocks on that heavenly door are not some fancy or fantasy of our own, but our response to the much firmer knock coming from the other side. 'Behold, I am standing at the door, knocking. If one of you hears me calling and opens the door, I will come in to share his meal, side by side with him.' (Rev. 3:20) This meal can be any old simple activity, so long as it is indeed orientated to that Kingdom of Heaven! It refers to no prideful banquet, but to any humble celebration of God's gifts. It is a simple revelation, accessible to anyone who puts aside their pride, opens that door and keeps it open.

        It has been maintained by some who are close to me that it will be a miracle if I manage to get myself and my old boat to sea again. They could be right, but then it is a miracle that is getting close to realisation, and this through a succession of minor miracles that on my own I could not have engineered,- people, money coming out of the woodwork, just when and only when absolutely required, my health holding up also when it was needed. Not, let it be said, always when I would have wanted. I wanted to get to sea again years ago now. I could have done without cancer, covid, many little trials, but just gently, in God's good time, the job has been nearly completed and now I feel sure it will be fine.

        So last week, back again in Nazaré, Ian from South Africa was precisely able to give me the two days needed in order for him to share his knowledge about rigging with Dyneema rope, and we prepared the new stays. Ian prides himself on being an African, who gets on doing things with his own hands, rather than expecting to have loads of money to pay others to do our work for us, or merely ruling ourselves out of for instance sailing, leaving it to the billionaires while we get ourselves all wrapped up in regulations, taxes, insurance and the rest of it! Twenty years ago, I might have been able to even associate Ireland with the African attitude. However, Lulu from Belfast was also able to give me the help I needed for getting around and so on. She is making up a new bimini/hood set-up. The stove was wonderful in chasing the cold damp out of the cabin, and I was soon cosy aboard despite the rainy winter weather. I am confident of sailing for home around the end of May.

        They had a nasty storm in the east of Ireland last night and it rained plenty here, but this morning the sun is shining, just as it was on New Year's day, when we went for a spin down the peninsula. Coming to the shore this side of Kilbaha, we saw first a couple of humpback whales, and later a feeding frenzy in the distance with humpbacks and the unmistakable blow of a fin whale,- all very auspicious since this year I intend to bring the Anna M home for dolphin and whale-watching in the summer.

        When we were done with the whales, I spotted one of the alumina ships coming downriver from Aughinish. I confirmed her as such by AIS, as can be seen below. This is the third that I have seen in recent years, and these are just the ones which I spotted out on my little walks with the dogs. 


    The aim will be to help the Irish Whale and Dolphin Group to monitor the health of the estuary's wildlife, keeping a special eye on Aughinish with its potential to cause an environmental catastrophe, as outlined in the film 'The Aughinish Incident' . The fact that our community runs this appalling risk in order to send war material to Russia (for drones, rockets, explosives etc) renders it simply intolerable. We will also do what we can to monitor and protest this traffic.

    It's not as if there is quite the same shortage of jobs these days hereabouts as there was in the 1970s, when there were still large numbers of people needing employment. In fact there are other large-scale industrial projects in the pipeline for the estuary, which we will hope also to keep an eye on. We may be sure that the workforce will be largely composed of immigrants, coming from far and wide and with no special interest in our beautiful estuary and the wonderful creatures in it.

        So now here's the thing. I need to get the Gannetsway Sailing Association up and running, and complete the fitting out of the Anna M, by asking people to join,  contributing €50 membership, and preferably to then prepay to go sailing on her, €50 per head for a 3 hour trip or €100 for a full day. Please email me, Joe Aston, if you are interested:- gannetsway@gmail.com