Those who follow Sune Nordwall’s activities on Twitter (@the3bee, @mycroftii, @waldorfanswers) may have noticed he’s (again) trying to understand me and claims to make me ‘understandable’ to his audience, failing spectacularly as usual. I don’t know why he thinks he’s the right person to attempt this — he is, after all, the one who repeatedly claims I’m confusing and so forth. I am impossible to understand, apparently. Even if this were true, I would advise against taking Sune’s perspective as explanations having anything at all to do with me. Honestly, I don’t read his webpages about me anymore; I don’t want to. I know I should do it and that there’s probably things that I should be more aware of than I am, but I fear I cannot stand what’s there, so I avoid it. One day I will, but not today. History tells me they have never had anything to do with me; they’re made up from insinuations, irrelevant junk, speculation, and similar stuff of no value whatsoever.
Maybe Sune ought to spend some time trying to understand himself. He sure as hell cannot understand anyone else. Since he always writes junk about others, I gather he must understand himself as little as he understands others. (Or maybe this is just typical behaviour for anthroposophists? Focus on the perceived deficits of others, never on explaining your own position.) But, more importantly, he should make himself understandable to his own audience — at least in some rudimentary manner. For a start, he could be open about the fact he works for a waldorf school organization. That’s just the basics.
The only person Sune should strive to make understandable is — himself. Not me, not Thetis, not Cathy, not anybody else.
I wish to set a few things straight though. This is what he tweeted the other day:
It’s just not fair, because I’m sure he knows this is plain wrong. Which means he’s lying deliberately. Not the first time. I told Sune I’d rather have tea with Ahriman — not Satan, nota bene! — and I told him so for very good reasons. These reasons didn’t have much to do with Peter S, I’m afraid; and, on this particular occasion, they had everything to do with how I was treated by, e g, Sune on his website and elsewhere. This happened after he had set up a page about me; not Peter, not anybody else. Besides, I frankly cannot grasp how an anthroposophist would confuse Ahriman with Satan, thus I assume he’s deliberately attempting to mislead people again, though I suppose this Satan stuff won’t shock anyone but the most fervent christian. But I don’t see why I would talk about having tea with Satan, since I’ve never been a christian. (Honestly, Ahriman and Lucifer are a lot more entertaining.) With evil spirits such as cats, however, mr Dog and I don’t have tea.
In any case, this whole tea episode is incomprehensible to anyone unfamiliar with the background. I didn’t bring it up in the first place. It was Sune who did, on a Swedish web forum. I don’t remember what the discussion was about anymore; I assume it’s possible that Sune was posting his usual crap about Peter S, but I don’t know. During the course of this thread, Sune wrote something about asking me to have tea. It was all for the sake of appearances, as far as I can tell, and decidedly not sincerely meant. That’s the reason he chose to suggest tea publically, he wanted people to think he was trying his best and was understanding and I don’t know what. (I happen to know he managed to creep a few people out…) In the context, it was bizarre. Later, when I got really angry and wrote that post (and, as I said, this had to do with how I had been treated), I said I’d rather have tea with Ahriman than with him. Believe me, this was a much milder ‘insult’ (if it can even be called an insult, I doubt it) than he deserved, and I also said worse things in the same post. Anthroposophically speaking, humans don’t invite Ahriman for tea anyway. He’s not someone you can decide to have around; Ahriman and the other beings and forces are around us whether we like it or not. As for Ahriman, this applies in particular if the tea is brewed in an electric tea-pot. (Of course!)
What I never said, though, is that I would rather have tea with Satan. I have to admit he seems like a funnier chap than anyone in the holier-than-thou crowd, but that’s basically all there is to my relationship with Satan (in whom I don’t believe and rarely talk about).
I’m not really that impossible or that incomprehensible. Fake compassion and pathetic pretense don’t appeal to me, though. Moreover, when the performance — the fakery — is as bad as Sune’s, one can only hope it fools nobody except a few like-minded fanatics. Maybe you should ask Ahriman to explain me, Sune, he knows me.