Bobbing Around Volume 20 Number 5

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Chief Seattle, 1855

Anyone who thinks that you can have infinite growth in a finite environment is either a madman or an economist.
Sir David Attenborough

Bobbing Around

Volume Twenty, Number Five,
November, 2020

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* From me to you
The Green New Deal (in Victoria, Australia)
Entertaining you: cuppa with Carolyn
To an energy company
A Midwest honour


* New stuff *Blog posts during October

Hilton Hiley

When did climate change become a concern?

Resolving guilt for a past action
If I could only die…

Deeper Issues
On fear and love, by Laurent Grenier
Positive psychology

I approve of these announcements
Doing good even after death
Physicians for Human Rights
A music therapy book with a difference

Bizarre Bipeds reviewed by Rebecca Minto
Ascending Spiral reviewed by Theresa Crater

Alfredo’s sketches

The Zamang
A tale of two terrors, by Elizabeth Tindle

From me to you

The Green New Deal (in Victoria, Australia)
Entertaining you: cuppa with Carolyn
To an energy company
A Midwest honour


The Green New Deal (in Victoria, Australia)

Click the Facebook link to an online presentation by Ellen Sandell (Victorian State MP) on the Green New Deal. This will be 7 pm, Tuesday 24th November. There will be plenty of opportunity for questions and discussion.

The event is organised by the Healesville and Upper Yarra branch of the Greens.

Since I am the secretary, I hope we get a great turnout, leading to many people joining the Australian Greens. (Um… you do have to be an Australian to qualify.)

Entertaining you: cuppa with Carolyn

Brits and Aussies will know what a cuppa is. For the ignorant of the world, it’s a pleasant hot drink in a cup.

I have been reorganising the lists of reviews for my three most recent books, which meant a temporary barrage of posts. Carolyn Howard-Johnson responded by setting me a task: to write a guest post for her New Book Review site on how I get my reviews.

If I say so myself, I gave an entertaining answer, but I want to know what YOU think of it. So, comments are open until 8th November, one week after the publication of this issue of Bobbing Around. I will randomly select one commenter, who will have earned either a free edit of 3000 words if an author, or a free copy of any of my books otherwise.

So, what are you waiting for?

To an energy company

The Northern Territory of Australia is one of the few places on this planet with areas spared from the depredations of “progress,” where the original inhabitants of the land still have some ability to live their traditional lifestyle. Over the years, naturally, big companies have looked on this situation as unexploited resources. A uranium mine has caused damage for many decades. But also, there may be gas under the ground.

Origin Energy, one of Australia’s worst polluters, wants to frack that gas. The locals have asked for support, and this is what I wrote:

    We are experiencing galloping climate change, and methane (natural gas) is a major driver. There are no profits on a dead planet.

    Therefore, I urge you to stop all plans to develop new gas sources anywhere, and to rapidly transition to renewable sources of energy.

    Fracking is particularly damaging, with multiple adverse effects.

    And wrecking the land precious to Australia’s first nations people is deplorable. I support their opposition to fracking in the NT — and everywhere else.

A Midwest honour

I have let you know that Carolyn Wilhelm has reviewed From Depression to Contentment in the Midwest Book Review. Now, there is an addition. Here is what the publication’s Editor in Chief, James Cox, has written to my friend and publisher, Victor Volkman:

“I’m very pleased to announce that the October 2020 issue of our online book review magazine ‘Reviewer’s Bookwatch’ features a review of “Ascending Spiral: Humanity’s Last Chance.” This is also by Carolyn.

Like me and the person who introduced us, Carolyn Howard-Johnson, Carolyn Wilhelm is a strong conservationist, whose specialty is teaching children about environmental matters. More power to her.


Hilton Hiley

Hilton contacted me in response to my post, My bunyips are safe: 12th life, and explained that he is unfortunately experiencing “Long COVID” Here is my answer to him. I posted it immediately, because others may also be in this situation, and what I wrote may help them, too.


When did climate change become a concern?

This was a question on Quora. My answer:

The principles were set out in the late 1800s. I learned about it in high school physics.

The first book reviewing evidence that it would become a serious concern was published in 1949.

In the late 1960s and early 1970s, there was a lot of modelling work by the Club of Rome and others that clearly predicted that “business as usual” would lead to catastrophe. Thirty years later, two separate studies compared the Club of Rome’s predictions to what had actually happened in the meantime, and found their “worst case” forecasts to be very accurate.

In the early 1970s, the various fossil fuel industries were fully aware of the danger. There is a video on record from the CEO of Mobil with the warning.

However, Mobil was then bought out. The oil and coal industries established a program of misinformation, investing many billions of dollars into inducing a false controversy, buying politicians, buying media. They used the same tactics, and even the same people, as the tobacco industry had earlier used to hide the health effects of smoking.

The worst perpetrators of this crime against all living beings has been the Koch brothers, but by no means are they alone.

The ultimate insanity is to risk destroying everything for short-term profit.


Resolving guilt for a past action
If I could only die…


Resolving guilt for a past action

A young woman and I have been exchanging occasional emails for some years now. She feels ongoing, debilitating guilt for an action she did as a teenager, although, fortunately, she didn’t cause actual harm to any other person.

Until now, I have been responding to her particular points, but somehow, early October I ended up writing a little essay instead. Then I thought it may be of benefit to many other people, and not only as it relates to guilt. So, here it is. Reactions welcome:

    OK, let me explain my general philosophy about everything. This is my best to date of assembling a whole heap of evidence of many kinds.

    The Universe is alive. You can, but need not, call it God. It consists of something I call “life energy” for want of a better term. It is probably a young Person, and needs to grow.

    It needs the equivalent of nerve cells. These need to grow and develop until they are suitable.

    The Universe has created the universe of matter, energy and time by observing it. One of the apparent paradoxes of modern science is that consciousness is at the heart of everything. This universe is a school for components of the Universe, here to grow.

    Earth is one of zillions of schools for souls. Humans are neuronal stem cells, progressing and growing, until they are ready to graduate as brain cells for the Universe.

    You graduate when you automatically, intuitively think and act in the way all the great philosophies and religions describe: unconditional love for all living beings. This is the message of Jesus, the Buddha, Confucius, Mohammed, Lao Tzu, Zoroaster… like I said, all the great Teachers.

    Before you can reach this level of spiritual development, you need to learn thousands of other lessons, so you need to be born, die, be born again, over and over. You will backslide sometimes, fail to learn needed lessons, but overall, inevitably you grow. That’s why I called my fictionalised autobiography Ascending Spiral.

    So nothing, absolutely nothing, matters, except learning the Lessons you need in order to progress toward eventual spiritual perfection. You are an apprentice Jesus. You don’t need to believe in any religion, but need to grow toward automatic Love and compassion for all.

    Apply this lens to your situation.

    What you did as a kid and teenager led to a HUGE amount of spiritual growth. Guilt is a wonderful spur for that. You are now a person with an understanding and a set of intuitive reactions that is far more mature than what you would be if you had not made this mistake.

    Certainly, it would have been much better to learn this Lesson without risking harm to another person. In the event, you were lucky and no harm was caused. All the same, regret for having acted wrong is entirely appropriate.

    But now it is time to move forward. Celebrate your spiritual growth, and deliberately, intentionally seek for ways of growing further. The way to progress as an apprentice Jesus is to do your best to act as if you already were, which is what I am doing.

    When you face any situation, ask yourself, “How would Bob react to this?” Or “What would Bob’s advice to me be?”

    I can summarise all this in the rule:

    Above all, do no harm.
    When you can, do good.
    When you can’t do good, change the situation until you can.

    Never mind the past. From this moment on, live by this rule, including avoiding harm to yourself.

    With metta,

If I could only die…

At the suicide prevention blog I visit, the last chapter of my book Personally Speaking: Single session email therapy with Dr Bob Rich is pinned to the top of the page. This is an account from a lady who contacted me about 20 years ago, after three serious suicide attempts had left her crippled. This post so far has 97 upvotes, and a long stream of comments. Here is the latest:

Thank you so much for sharing Bob. I feel like this almost every day as well. My father was a psychiatrist. Even as a young girl I remember him telling me what I could and could not say in order to avoid being diagnosed or labeled or locked up. He is gone now. He was the only one that I could talk to and now I have no one. I thank you so much for sharing because it’s nice to know I’m really not alone, in my Feelings anyway.

Thank you, Linda.

There is a way out.

Wanting to die is in order to escape hurt. But pain has two components. Jon Kabat-Zinn’s famous “Mindfulness-based stress reduction for pain management” is based on this principle. I have used it for both physical and emotional pain myself, and taught it to hundreds of clients.

I have an uncomfortable physical sensation, say in my lower back. It may be as severe as 8/10. I want it to go away, so I am suffering. But if I can calmly observe it and allow it to be there, the sensation may remain, but the suffering stops.

In many situations, simply mindfully observing the problem actually reduces it, but even if it doesn’t, I am not suffering.

The second powerful way of dealing with emotional pain is to use it as a spur to spiritual growth.

This blog is visited by a number of wonderful people who have been suicidal themselves. In many cases, they still have active suicidal thoughts. But they visit in order to support and cherish others. They have grown in empathy and compassion because of the problems in their lives.

The purpose of life is not happiness, wealth, romantic love, status, fame… All of these are mere tokens in a game we little humans make up for ourselves. Rather, we are all apprentice Jesuses, apprentice Buddhas. This applies to atheists as well as to those who follow a religion. However imperfect I am, when I move toward becoming a better human being, when I grow in love, compassion, tolerance, then I am fulfilling the purpose of my existence.

So, I am actually thankful for the very severe traumas of my childhood and youth. Without having experienced that stuff, I would not be what I am today: a healer.

At my blog, you will find a little essay, The onion and the pearl that expresses this.

Have a good life, my dear. You can.


Deeper Issues

On fear and love, by Laurent Grenier
Positive psychology


On fear and love, by Laurent Grenier

My two favourite quotes taken from rock legends:

1. “It’s a fool that plays it cool by making his world a little colder.” The Beatles in “Hey Jude.”

2. “Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.” Janis Joplin in “Me & Bobby McGee.”

The fear of losing always implies something or someone of value that we love. Here the critical choice is whether we let fear dictate our course in life or, on the contrary, refuse to engage in this path to nowhere.

Fear, left unchecked, drives us to detach ourselves from everything and everyone of value that we love to avoid suffering the loss of either, with the unexpected and unwelcome result that we suffer the greatest loss of all, which is that of our soul, and a terrible feeling of emptiness follows.

Love, understood as the purpose of life, which includes the love of life and by extension the love of everything and everyone that gives value and therefore meaning to life, calls for the courage to devote ourselves to the objects of our love, at the risk of losing them and grieving this loss. In that case, we can find strength in the art of coping, which is akin to the art of sailing, where we adjust the direction of our purpose appropriately to match the wind of change and push on in the most loving way possible.

Do have a look around Laurent’s website. You will be inspired.

Positive psychology

Don Lubov forwarded this to me. Original source unknown, which is actually in accordance with the wisdom:

#1 After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children, my friends, now I have started loving myself.

#2 I just realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.

#3 I now stopped bargaining with vegetables & fruits vendors. A few pennies more is not going to burn a hole in my pocket but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.

#4 I pay my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than me

#5 I stopped telling the elderly that they’ve already narrated that story many times. The story makes them walk down the memory lane & relive the past.

#6 I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.

#7 I give compliments freely & generously. Compliments are a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment, never, NEVER turn it down, just say “Thank You”

#8 I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances.

#9 I walk away from people who don’t value me. They might not know my worth, but I do.

#10 I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.

#11 I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human.

#12 I have learned that it’s better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships I will never be alone.

#13 I have learned to live each day as if it’s the last. After all, it might be the last.

#14 I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be!

I approve of these announcements

Doing good even after death
Physicians for Human Rights
A music therapy book with a difference


Doing good even after death

Dear Bob,

Over the past month, those of us in Washington, Oregon, and California have been face-to-face with the expanded reality of the climate crisis. Wildfires are destroying communities and smoke blankets the region, layering an intensity and deep sadness over this already difficult time.

In between bouts of grief, I feel a roaring sense of purpose. A shift is happening, from polluting death care practices to those that regenerate and create ecological wealth. We are rediscovering our mortality, our humanness, and our connection to the natural world. We must.

Precompose is a crystal clear way to show support for this shift, and our community is showing up! Almost 300 people have prepaid for their future death care with Recompose, aligning their own mortality with a collective desire to give back. These 300 people will eventually be transformed into soil, nourishing the earth that has supported them their whole lives. Read on below to learn more about how you can join.

For each person who chooses Recompose over conventional burial or cremation, over a metric ton of CO2 is saved from entering the environment. According to the EPA Calculator, the first 300 Precompose members have already saved the CO2 equivalent of:

  • 65 passenger vehicles driven for 1 year
  • 33,750 gallons of gasoline
  • 35 homes powered for 1 year
  • 12,260 propane cylinders for backyard BBQs
  • 38.3M charges on a smartphone
      Thank you for being a part of the Recompose community!

      Physicians for Human Rights

      You may not know of this organisation, but they do excellent work all over the planet. For example, you can read about what they do with Rohinya people in the world’s largest refugee camp.

      They need support.

      A music therapy book with a difference

      Alfredo Zotti, a professional musician and bipolar survivor with a university degree in social anthropology and three years study of psychology, provides an introduction to music therapy with specific case studies of applications for Alzheimer’s, bipolar disorder, autism spectrum disorder (ASD), schizophrenia, anxiety, depression and other issues. Working primarily as a peer support counselor, his person-centered methods are respectful of client’s needs, abilities and responses to music therapy. Strategies explored include both active listening of recorded music as well as instruction in playing musical instruments. Using patience and listening skills, you can, with Zotti’s book, begin your own journey of music therapy.

      Alfredo is donating all royalties from this book to the Kidman Centre, which provides mental health treatment for young people, and conducts relevant research.


      Bizarre Bipeds reviewed by Rebecca Minto
      Ascending Spiral reviewed by Theresa Crater


      Bizarre Bipeds reviewed by Rebecca Minto

      I will be the first person to admit that I’m not normally keen on science fiction tales. It isn’t a genre I follow, although I was a huge fan of Star Wars in my misbegotten youth. Despite that fact, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. Dr. Rich’s stories were engaging, capturing your attention and imagination. While I don’t sit around and think about the biology of alien species, I was perfectly able to envision this species he created. He took an original stance on the topic of aliens, fleeing from the overstated idea that they are advanced, evil creatures set on destroying humankind; rather in his vision it was the reverse that was true, and believably so. The additional shorter tales in this book were engaging, capturing the attention, humor and imagination at once. If you are a fan of science fiction, or even if you aren’t, you will not want to miss this book.

      Ascending Spiral reviewed by Theresa Crater

      First off, it’s a romance. Not just any romance. What if you had to chase the woman you love through several incarnations to woo her, win her, marry her, and at long last spend a lifetime with her? We recognize this woman through her eyes, through the gestures the hero uses to stroke her face, her response to that touch. But most of all we recognize her through that deep warm glow he feels when he sees her.

      What keeps them apart? The flow of history. Human mistakes. First, he is killed defending her from Vikings, then she is raped and murdered by marauding English troops in Ireland. But I won’t tell you the rest. You’ll enjoy the romance in Dr. Bob Rich’s novel Ascending Spiral.

      That’s not all, because we follow our hero into the spiritual realm after his (sometimes her) lifetimes. We are invited to think about the lessons we learn on earth. What is the purpose of each life? Why do we experience some of the things we do? Dr. Rich suggests we are learning from past mistakes or making up for wrongs we’ve committed. The character becomes a man, a woman, even a plant. (And he thought that would be peaceful!) As he progresses, he is able to help others in their journeys.

      Ever wonder how you ended up here on this earth at this precise moment, when the earth is up against the challenge of a toddler culture, as Dr. Rich calls it, and trying to grow into an adult culture? I enjoyed the focus on the ecology in this novel, the final call to action. This theme is tied into the original life of our hero, one that catches us by surprise. It’s a good surprise.


      Alfredo’s sketches

      Since I have just announced Alfredo Zotti’s latest book (on music therapy), I thought I’d show off one of his other skills. Over the years, he and I have cooperated on many cartoon drawings. I come up with the idea, and he draws it. Here are a few of them:


      The Zamang
      A tale of two terrors, by Elizabeth Tindle


      The Zamang

      This is one of the poems from my unpublished Young Greenies’ Alphabet. I’ve dragged it out of its dusty folder because one of Alfredo Zotti’s drawings illustrate it.

                In Brazil’s jungles you’ll still find a tree
                with a huge head of branches, its blossoms free.
                It’s called the Zamang. But you’d better go fast:
                Brazilian jungles aren’t likely to last.

      A tale of two terrors, by Elizabeth Tindle

      Elizabeth is an old friend and comrade from my counselling psychology days. She was still playing basketball in her early 80s, and as this wonderful poem contrasting the deadly dangers of now with those of her childhood shows, she doesn’t need to worry about dementia.

      To Jasmin

                Sirens shatter the serenity of the night.
                Sirens scream out their warning!
                Scatter! Take flight!
                Skies light up with beams of light
                Seeking the source of the thunderous roar!

                Grab your kids!
                Carry them quickly
                To safety: to a shelter.
                Grab essentials — some food, gas masks and warm attire.
                Grope your way through the gloom,
                Through the blackness of night.
                Find the entrance to the deep hole and steps
                Down to the man-made cave
                Purpose-built air-raid shelter.

                Where are the Messerschmitts?
                With their lethal load of bombs for the shipyards?
                Scan the sky; A panorama of enemy planes approaches
                To target the partly built warships and cargo vessels
                And those that have limped up the river for repair.
                Sounds of shipyard mallets, metal on metal,
                Riveting , repairing shattered hulks.
                Acetylene torches working overtime,
                Tired men toiling day and night.
                Until a doodlebug interrupts their industry
                And razes our homes to dust; to ashes.
                A loud continuous whistle, followed by silence
                Before the feared explosion. Damage and death.
                The tremoring hearts of Mothers protecting their young.
                Terror in the hearts of fathers
                who try to keep their vulnerable, scared families, safe.
                For the very young, this was an exciting adventure.
                Most felt safe and secure in the arms of their protective parents.

                NOW! I hear a siren, very close and an image returns.
                It signifies rows and rows of flattened streets; houses razed to the ground.
                Two streets remain intact; Nansen and Franklin Streets.
                Named after brave, daring explorers.

                NOW, we have a loud regular siren, heard countless times a day.
                It is for less significant events.
                Events that do not and will not change history.
                The repetitive siren I hear, warns of a lesson change,
                Time for a break or the start or end of a school day.
                A blip to intersperse activities.
                To report to the neighbourhood the daily passage of time.

                But behind this blip is a more serious struggle.
                To counteract the danger of disease and possible death,
                We incorporate rules and recommendations
                To help defeat a hidden foe.
                It does not appear in the sky as bombers, doodlebugs, Messerschmitts
                or other loud, highly visible enemies.
                Searchlights combing the skies will not see them.
                It lurks like the “dreaded lurgy” infecting when our defences are down.

                An innocent hug: A tender touch
                Provides hundreds of potential places for it to multiply.
                For it to grow, to be a haunting gremlin secreted on any surface.
                Aiming to invade vulnerable lungs
                This enemy spreads silently,
                Triggering an all-pervasive angst
                In old or young.
                We can’t look into the sky and see it coming.
                We don’t know when it has arrived.
                We have no shelters to run to for safety.
                Fear is fed into the core of our being by the regular updates on its status.
                Our protection is soap and water, suds and sterility.
                Detergents and disinfectants,
                A level of cleaning verging on the obsessive,
                Ritualistic, repetitive, ablutions,
                To fight this pandemic.

                Useless against the World War 2 enemy.
                It mattered not one “jot nor tittle”
                Whether our pilots were washed
                Or showered and scrupulously clean.
                They had to win with bravery, brute force and brains.

                Young men often saved the day,
                But lost their lives in the fray: In the “dogfight”
                Protecting our shores from the sky.
                Flying low: Flying high.
                Spitfires darting and weaving,
                In the dogfights of death.

                In both war and plague, we lose our loved ones.
                We grieve for our loss.
                They will never return.
                But their memories live on
                And on!
                And on!

                Ad infinitum.

      Posts during October


      Another reason not to poison your brain
      Switch it off!


      Attacks on our finned cousins halted


      Urban permaculture helps a devastated country

      A doctor’s heartfelt words

      Two teenagers challenge the coal industry


      Staying sane despite the news


      Feathered people

      Economics for People: a wonderful essay by Dirk Philipsen


      Of all the many books I’ve read…: The October Rhobin’s Rounds

      I could have put this under “Fun” instead. If it doesn’t get you to laugh, you need my From Depression to Contentment.

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About Dr Bob Rich

I am a professional grandfather. My main motivation is to transform society to create a sustainable world in which my grandchildren and their grandchildren in perpetuity can have a life, and a life worth living. This means reversing environmental idiocy that's now threatening us with extinction, and replacing culture of greed and conflict with one of compassion and cooperation.
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5 Responses to Bobbing Around Volume 20 Number 5

  1. Carolyn Howard-Johnson says:

    Thank you for offering a prize for commenting on the lovely guest post at #TheNewBookReview, Bob! But prize enough for sharing your getting-great-review secrets with my visitors and subscribers! And about that “cuppa” above. We now have a national ad for one of the American folksy coffee brands (Maybe Folgers’s? Maybe Maxwell House? Can’t remember!) where the actor uses cuppa with no explanation about cup of WHAT afterward. It only began running this week. Some ad agency must know an Aussie! (-:


  2. Cindy Davis says:

    I totally agree with what you said about Universe. One thing I might add to the young woman is that one thing Universe teaches us is about forgiveness. To truly forgive those who wronged you, but more importantly, forgive yourself…for anything you might’ve done, things you might’ve done in response, negative thoughts you had because of the incident. Forgive yourself for allowing the feeling to persist. Let it go. Release the emotion into the air. Be done with it.

    I’ll make a long story—about my ex husband who cheated, then left me $750,000 in debt—short. I got through the financial dealings. I went on with my life–happy, not giving thought to the past at all. I met a new man who taught me things about spirituality, and about forgiveness, that until I could truly ‘see’ my ex happy in his life, that I hadn’t really forgiven. Well, I did just that: saw him happy with his new wife, in his life, with his store prospering. Universe heard me. Within two weeks, the new wife left him. Don’t get me wrong, I do not feel happiness over this, but it’s proof that ‘someone’ is listening.


    • Dr Bob Rich says:

      Thank you, Cindy. I agree. You might enjoy reading my short story (under “Stories”) titled “Forgiveness.”
      A regular part of my meditation is about forgiveness, and yes, forgiving myself for causing harm of some kind, even decades ago, is the hardest.


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