The word Archons
The feeling that, as spirit, there are natural solutions to all of our problems, rather than technological ones. That the technological solutions, creations are merely poor relations to internal transformation.
In some ways it's difficult to be and feel like the only person saying this stuff, feeling this.
I know that I caught up a lot in a short period of time, experienced a great deal.
Seemingly in a way that would definitely make me appear to be quite mad.
To say such things, believe the things I've come to believe, over and above the normal every day material truths that we all go on living by in our daily lives and yet for some reason I can't let go.
The solar eclipse of 2000 set me on this path, set me trying to discover some truth to the world.
Answers to mysteries, ancient civilisations, monuments around the world, ufos, ghosts.
The whole shebang, it's all linked, some of it has prosaic explanations I am sure.
All I can do is hope I have something real to go on here and keep going.
I'm going to try not the let my own internal fears and doubts take over, try to do the right things, eat right, sleep well, heal from my current ill health, meditate, ask questions, meet people, do the normal stuff that I have to do aswell, get a job, pay off debts, blah blah wah wah, enigmas all around.
The next few years are going to get I am sure weirder and crazier, and make less and less sense to most, we'll see won't we? Let's see how much more the world seems to implode upon itself.
I don't think it is wrong to feel as though if you live right, that all of us could excel like some have.
Otherwise why have examples over the ages of people who made incredible leaps of faith?
Why have stories, myths and legends, oral histories, not the written ones in books.
Not the crap we've been told, i've come to mistrust anything except experience.
There are just too many unanswered questions, too many riddles, too much.
So many reasons to look further, so many reasons to hope, believe in more.
Im rambling now I just wanted to list the reasons why I want to keep going.
Sunday 31 August 2014
Saturday 30 August 2014
Round and round
I remember harvest festivals, I remember religious education lessons, before that there was the visit to school of the vicar, singing hymns in assembly, Christmas carols and none of it really meant anything to me, we learnt the stories, we went through the motions but it never felt of anything, it never meant anything real to me. I had no faith, I felt nothing, no spirit, no inner energy.
No connection, no thing. Nothing wonderful or terrible, no feelings connected to the tales we were told, just that it was presented as the history of the planet, despite the fact that as you grow, like Father Christmas or the tooth fairy, or the easter bunny, you realise there's nothing to these things.
You feel cheated, lied to, as though you were tricked into believing in a magical world around you that doesn't actually exist, you recognise the hand writing on the presents in the stocking or you guess that it was your parents who exchanged a tooth for a coin over night and a little part of you dies.
For me that magic came back through luck, good or bad more than judgement. I wigged out, had a bad trip, or a good one depending on your point of view, I felt that I was god from the beginning to the end of time, I felt I was enlightened and was able to express the impermanence of experience.
I saw the timelines contract into one where the best outcome possible for all came about.
As though this really is a place where all around are the other worlds, dimensions, times.
As though we make a choice in every second that changes things but maybe some aren't.
Maybe some moment, some mighty, great ones whether for good or for bad unchanged...
At this point it becomes very confusing because there are so many schools of thought.
Are there good gods and bad ones, one god / goddess, force around and inside us.
Do we have a soul, are we a soul, what are the right things to do, believe in.
Does it make a difference what we believe in the end, when we die?
I've been trying to take it all in and make some kind of value judgement, trying to collate everything i've read about, learnt about, heard about, felt especially, and especially when I'm asleep or just awake. You see I feel there is a place we go to when we're asleep and when we die that's the same.
I feel as though I can be myself without fear of retribution there, that we are less bothered, less afflicted, less damaged, less altered from what we were before this and what we will be again.
I feel as though if I can remember precisely, that things others say when they confirm what i feel deepest in my heart, it makes me want to believe, it makes me wish so much for us all to believe, for us all on this planet to come together under one leap of faith, a living faith alongside our religions, one belief that can draw them all together, one truth without dogma or division, one world, one us.
As though there could be an evolution, revolution, as though what has come before that started all this, all the superstition, that is natural, it's conditioning, pigeons are superstitious, when something happens for no reason, random timing of events, we can, they can, we all can put meaning into it.
A freak storm is blamed on someone's bad behaviour, the gods are displeased with something.
A pigeon pressing a button with its beak results in corn dropping from a chute, although it makes no difference when the button is pressed, occasionally corn will drop whatever the bird does, we are that.
We ascribe meaning to events, but at the same time, I have to believe that there is a connection.
That there is some truth to the things I've seen, that there is some magic in the world, something more than mere coincidence, the synchronicities, the meaningful coincidences, the magical happenings that have given me so much joy, meant more to me than I can say, the times when someone came along at just the right time to give me hope, or me them, when something happened precisely when needed, a wizard always arrives precisely when he means to Frodo Baggins...
So what is good? What bad? Is paganism bad, is withcraft, is it all a polarity, a duality, two sides of the same coin, good and bad not evil, is there a devil and a god, a bad one and a good one, or is it like Kali something that creates and destroys as it needs to or as the situation requires of us all to be.
To be whatever it is we were meant to be, to try to overcome our limitations, to strive to be something greater, to evolve within our own lifetimes, to pass on something wonderful to the next generation.
Can we choose, can we be transformed? As individuals as a species, as a planet a world, a solar system, galaxy, universe, Cosmos... Is this place just one of many simulations even?
Given that computer power is growing exponentially, and eventually games as we call them, computer models will become so complex they will be indistinguishable from the real thing, to the point that there would likely be more simulated ancestors, (like us?) than the actual ancestors...
I always wanted to see what it would have been like to have lived in the second world war, been a fighter pilot or a soldier, or lived in an Roundhouse in the very oldest of times, before written history.
There is a throbbing sound, heard only by me? No others have spoken and written of it, it's so quiet here, in the sticks, I usually hear it at night when the technology is turned off, but now I notice it in the morning, or in the evening, I wonder could I hear it if I found a quiet spot during the day?
It's like a far off diesel engine, some have called it the taos hum, heard in the states, europe, the u.k.
Throb, wob, wob, like the planet humming deeply, like the far off noises of the Elephant, deep so as to be heard from a long way away by their fellow herd members and other individuals, deep, like the pulse of the planet for a while I wondered if it was in my head, could I hear my own pulsing rythym?
Regular, or speeding up and slowing down, throb throb throb, I want it over, I want to know the truth.
I must know so I go on finding videos, books, articles, sources of information that teach me ought.
Something that is probable, five minutes ought to be enough time, whose five minutes though?
Have you ever noticed that some peoples minutes are longer than others? Mine can be...
I can stretch time, get more done in a short period or make a long time come soon.
Is that just our own internal clock, our own perception of the passing of time?
Or a good example of the ways in which I have always been different?
I'm being kind to myself because I have met good and the devil.
I have spoken to a female divine and a male divine, gods.
And in my conciousness, weaned from sleeping pills.
I had a most frightening experience of speaking.
In my head and being told I was going to hell.
That spurred me on to straighten up,
to fly right, to quit bad habits.
I'm wondering though if I made it all up, the good the bad and the ugly truth.
I have to ask myself the questions that others don't because I'll never know.
I'll never accept that this life is about buying things but forgive me please.
I used to think that was a good thing, gadgets, foreign holidays, abusing,
this planet, the people who strive to make our dreams come true, who work their asses off and die early to mine the minerals to make our games consoles, who work their fingers to the bones...
I've learnt so much that I can't let it go now, I can't go back to wanting things anymore.
You know I very much would like to disappear into the wilderness and connect...
To the earth and those few people who really know the truth if there are any.
To die without the support and treatment of modern medicine, to live...
To go hungry, to become feral in some ways, seek warmth, shelter,
the love of the planet and those who live in harmony with it.
To learn the truths, not have to wait for death to know.
To somehow find out what route to go after all.
'Cos it's got so fucking confusing right now.
The words that kept going through my head before, during the last six months were:-
The perfect storm
Damned if you do,
Damned if you don't
Songs would run through my mind, like amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me
And of course the fact that they would have a religious undertone or actually be specifically christian wouldn't go unnoticed, after all that was how I was raised, although I always had eastern, bhuddist leanings, yes I know I spell it differently, I have been contacted, been connected, somehow had access to things, that later I found out to be true. For instance Shiva's wife, Parvati, I knew that.
Then I checked it, now I could come to think of my subconcious as the sponge that it is.
A lot of the stuff that comes out when we're centred, when we're on it, is true.
It's in there and comes out again, like the Loch Ness monster being a plesiosaur, the ghost of one.
Who knows how much of this nonsense has any veracity to it, this pain has been so real though.
The pain that made me consider suicide so often that I couldn't see a helicopter without selfishingly wishing (I'm keeping the selfishingly thanks Nessie ;) it would crash into me so I could die, before realising that someone else would have to die too so that's no good, or seeing a huge fire on the estate and having the instant thought that I could jump into that and yes it would hurt but my pain would be over.
I'm clear and free of those thoughts for the most part, I have a purpose, im clearer about the sort of person I am now, I'm clearer about my responsibilities, clearer about what a loner I am.
Clear about how often I enjoy the social moments where it's all banter but no substance.
Clear how little quality time I actually spend with human beings, how much alone.
Clear how strange it is not to want to be around other people, to be with them.
Clear that there's something wrong, in terms of whatever others consider,
normality, clear how weird it is to finally see that, know that, be it.
Hmm not so much fun, I mean I can get by and everything.
Not sure that's really living, I miss the hugs I got out.
When I was healing from my experience of being god, when I wasn't living in fear of the unknown, when I was experiencing real life, and healing and feeling things for people and loving myself.
When I was experiencing synchronicities, and energies, and feeling connection and love.
Those were good days and maybe this is a needed process and growing learning time,
something I needed to be honest about, go through, a time to be something less.
See the reality of where things have gone wrong here, for others and me.
I don't know, the throbbing is there, in the background, except one day.
I heard a trumpet, what I describe as a clarion call, as if from on high.
A call from heaven, things are going to change, forever and a day.
I have this deep sense of a happy ending, the stress between.
The friction we are all causing by being addicted, stuck.
In our ways of being and seeing the worlds around us.
As though the illusion, the veil will slip finally.
Forgiveness abounding, resounding and yes,
astounding us all as we finally hear it.
The sound of a loving gods call,
come home my love, my dears.
Come back to godhead, to heaven, come in number 1 your time is up, you've been away too long, playing these games long past your bedtime, let me tuck you in, fill you in, tell you a story...
Of ages past and times to come when all of this will be resolved, when all things are one.
One truth, one tale, one love.
I hope so, hope dies last.
Thankyou Joey Potter.
For Light and Love
Jon
x
No connection, no thing. Nothing wonderful or terrible, no feelings connected to the tales we were told, just that it was presented as the history of the planet, despite the fact that as you grow, like Father Christmas or the tooth fairy, or the easter bunny, you realise there's nothing to these things.
You feel cheated, lied to, as though you were tricked into believing in a magical world around you that doesn't actually exist, you recognise the hand writing on the presents in the stocking or you guess that it was your parents who exchanged a tooth for a coin over night and a little part of you dies.
For me that magic came back through luck, good or bad more than judgement. I wigged out, had a bad trip, or a good one depending on your point of view, I felt that I was god from the beginning to the end of time, I felt I was enlightened and was able to express the impermanence of experience.
I saw the timelines contract into one where the best outcome possible for all came about.
As though this really is a place where all around are the other worlds, dimensions, times.
As though we make a choice in every second that changes things but maybe some aren't.
Maybe some moment, some mighty, great ones whether for good or for bad unchanged...
At this point it becomes very confusing because there are so many schools of thought.
Are there good gods and bad ones, one god / goddess, force around and inside us.
Do we have a soul, are we a soul, what are the right things to do, believe in.
Does it make a difference what we believe in the end, when we die?
I've been trying to take it all in and make some kind of value judgement, trying to collate everything i've read about, learnt about, heard about, felt especially, and especially when I'm asleep or just awake. You see I feel there is a place we go to when we're asleep and when we die that's the same.
I feel as though I can be myself without fear of retribution there, that we are less bothered, less afflicted, less damaged, less altered from what we were before this and what we will be again.
I feel as though if I can remember precisely, that things others say when they confirm what i feel deepest in my heart, it makes me want to believe, it makes me wish so much for us all to believe, for us all on this planet to come together under one leap of faith, a living faith alongside our religions, one belief that can draw them all together, one truth without dogma or division, one world, one us.
As though there could be an evolution, revolution, as though what has come before that started all this, all the superstition, that is natural, it's conditioning, pigeons are superstitious, when something happens for no reason, random timing of events, we can, they can, we all can put meaning into it.
A freak storm is blamed on someone's bad behaviour, the gods are displeased with something.
A pigeon pressing a button with its beak results in corn dropping from a chute, although it makes no difference when the button is pressed, occasionally corn will drop whatever the bird does, we are that.
We ascribe meaning to events, but at the same time, I have to believe that there is a connection.
That there is some truth to the things I've seen, that there is some magic in the world, something more than mere coincidence, the synchronicities, the meaningful coincidences, the magical happenings that have given me so much joy, meant more to me than I can say, the times when someone came along at just the right time to give me hope, or me them, when something happened precisely when needed, a wizard always arrives precisely when he means to Frodo Baggins...
So what is good? What bad? Is paganism bad, is withcraft, is it all a polarity, a duality, two sides of the same coin, good and bad not evil, is there a devil and a god, a bad one and a good one, or is it like Kali something that creates and destroys as it needs to or as the situation requires of us all to be.
To be whatever it is we were meant to be, to try to overcome our limitations, to strive to be something greater, to evolve within our own lifetimes, to pass on something wonderful to the next generation.
Can we choose, can we be transformed? As individuals as a species, as a planet a world, a solar system, galaxy, universe, Cosmos... Is this place just one of many simulations even?
Given that computer power is growing exponentially, and eventually games as we call them, computer models will become so complex they will be indistinguishable from the real thing, to the point that there would likely be more simulated ancestors, (like us?) than the actual ancestors...
I always wanted to see what it would have been like to have lived in the second world war, been a fighter pilot or a soldier, or lived in an Roundhouse in the very oldest of times, before written history.
There is a throbbing sound, heard only by me? No others have spoken and written of it, it's so quiet here, in the sticks, I usually hear it at night when the technology is turned off, but now I notice it in the morning, or in the evening, I wonder could I hear it if I found a quiet spot during the day?
It's like a far off diesel engine, some have called it the taos hum, heard in the states, europe, the u.k.
Throb, wob, wob, like the planet humming deeply, like the far off noises of the Elephant, deep so as to be heard from a long way away by their fellow herd members and other individuals, deep, like the pulse of the planet for a while I wondered if it was in my head, could I hear my own pulsing rythym?
Regular, or speeding up and slowing down, throb throb throb, I want it over, I want to know the truth.
I must know so I go on finding videos, books, articles, sources of information that teach me ought.
Something that is probable, five minutes ought to be enough time, whose five minutes though?
Have you ever noticed that some peoples minutes are longer than others? Mine can be...
I can stretch time, get more done in a short period or make a long time come soon.
Is that just our own internal clock, our own perception of the passing of time?
Or a good example of the ways in which I have always been different?
I'm being kind to myself because I have met good and the devil.
I have spoken to a female divine and a male divine, gods.
And in my conciousness, weaned from sleeping pills.
I had a most frightening experience of speaking.
In my head and being told I was going to hell.
That spurred me on to straighten up,
to fly right, to quit bad habits.
I'm wondering though if I made it all up, the good the bad and the ugly truth.
I have to ask myself the questions that others don't because I'll never know.
I'll never accept that this life is about buying things but forgive me please.
I used to think that was a good thing, gadgets, foreign holidays, abusing,
this planet, the people who strive to make our dreams come true, who work their asses off and die early to mine the minerals to make our games consoles, who work their fingers to the bones...
I've learnt so much that I can't let it go now, I can't go back to wanting things anymore.
You know I very much would like to disappear into the wilderness and connect...
To the earth and those few people who really know the truth if there are any.
To die without the support and treatment of modern medicine, to live...
To go hungry, to become feral in some ways, seek warmth, shelter,
the love of the planet and those who live in harmony with it.
To learn the truths, not have to wait for death to know.
To somehow find out what route to go after all.
'Cos it's got so fucking confusing right now.
The words that kept going through my head before, during the last six months were:-
The perfect storm
Damned if you do,
Damned if you don't
Songs would run through my mind, like amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me
And of course the fact that they would have a religious undertone or actually be specifically christian wouldn't go unnoticed, after all that was how I was raised, although I always had eastern, bhuddist leanings, yes I know I spell it differently, I have been contacted, been connected, somehow had access to things, that later I found out to be true. For instance Shiva's wife, Parvati, I knew that.
Then I checked it, now I could come to think of my subconcious as the sponge that it is.
A lot of the stuff that comes out when we're centred, when we're on it, is true.
It's in there and comes out again, like the Loch Ness monster being a plesiosaur, the ghost of one.
Who knows how much of this nonsense has any veracity to it, this pain has been so real though.
The pain that made me consider suicide so often that I couldn't see a helicopter without selfishingly wishing (I'm keeping the selfishingly thanks Nessie ;) it would crash into me so I could die, before realising that someone else would have to die too so that's no good, or seeing a huge fire on the estate and having the instant thought that I could jump into that and yes it would hurt but my pain would be over.
I'm clear and free of those thoughts for the most part, I have a purpose, im clearer about the sort of person I am now, I'm clearer about my responsibilities, clearer about what a loner I am.
Clear about how often I enjoy the social moments where it's all banter but no substance.
Clear how little quality time I actually spend with human beings, how much alone.
Clear how strange it is not to want to be around other people, to be with them.
Clear that there's something wrong, in terms of whatever others consider,
normality, clear how weird it is to finally see that, know that, be it.
Hmm not so much fun, I mean I can get by and everything.
Not sure that's really living, I miss the hugs I got out.
When I was healing from my experience of being god, when I wasn't living in fear of the unknown, when I was experiencing real life, and healing and feeling things for people and loving myself.
When I was experiencing synchronicities, and energies, and feeling connection and love.
Those were good days and maybe this is a needed process and growing learning time,
something I needed to be honest about, go through, a time to be something less.
See the reality of where things have gone wrong here, for others and me.
I don't know, the throbbing is there, in the background, except one day.
I heard a trumpet, what I describe as a clarion call, as if from on high.
A call from heaven, things are going to change, forever and a day.
I have this deep sense of a happy ending, the stress between.
The friction we are all causing by being addicted, stuck.
In our ways of being and seeing the worlds around us.
As though the illusion, the veil will slip finally.
Forgiveness abounding, resounding and yes,
astounding us all as we finally hear it.
The sound of a loving gods call,
come home my love, my dears.
Come back to godhead, to heaven, come in number 1 your time is up, you've been away too long, playing these games long past your bedtime, let me tuck you in, fill you in, tell you a story...
Of ages past and times to come when all of this will be resolved, when all things are one.
One truth, one tale, one love.
I hope so, hope dies last.
Thankyou Joey Potter.
For Light and Love
Jon
x
Friday 29 August 2014
got the tshirt
at night when i'm who knows where and in the morning before i'm entirely awake...
everything seems so clear, seems so important and makes so much sense...
like this morning for instance i could feel that the past was a collection of my failures to live in the moment and act without fear based on past mistakes...
and the future felt like infinite possibility constrained by what i believe i am capable of whereas if I could only see how limitless and free we really are to grow and to change in every moment i could at last after all these lifetimes become one.
One of those who can risk everything to go beyond what they believe is true
One who can try new things without worrying whether it affects others
One who can at last be true to what they were before all this...
In the end I suppose that's why we come back again
and again even when inside I hoped this would be
the last time I came here and so maybe not
because it's taken so many times and
so many similar situations deja vu
feeling like i've been there and
done that and got the tshirt
and failed dismally to be
honest with myself up
until it was too late
not to be and feel
all the pain i've
caused to me
and to others
sorry to you
to me to us
to we all...
love
jon
x
everything seems so clear, seems so important and makes so much sense...
like this morning for instance i could feel that the past was a collection of my failures to live in the moment and act without fear based on past mistakes...
and the future felt like infinite possibility constrained by what i believe i am capable of whereas if I could only see how limitless and free we really are to grow and to change in every moment i could at last after all these lifetimes become one.
One of those who can risk everything to go beyond what they believe is true
One who can try new things without worrying whether it affects others
One who can at last be true to what they were before all this...
In the end I suppose that's why we come back again
and again even when inside I hoped this would be
the last time I came here and so maybe not
because it's taken so many times and
so many similar situations deja vu
feeling like i've been there and
done that and got the tshirt
and failed dismally to be
honest with myself up
until it was too late
not to be and feel
all the pain i've
caused to me
and to others
sorry to you
to me to us
to we all...
love
jon
x
Thursday 28 August 2014
Love Is...
I think there's more love in the world these days, it's freer, it's easier to be with the one you love.
It's close to the surface, emotions, feelings, tears, catharsis, closer to the depths of who I am.
I've been on a spiritual journey and found deeper darker recesses of the human spirit.
Maybe I was kidding myself for many years, hiding from the real person inside.
All I know is that whatever I told myself, some of it was lies, some of it.
Some of the things I thought about others were just plain wrong, they were just excuses not to see myself as I really am, this year I've come closer to whoever or whatever that is, closer to wanting not to be here on this earth and the mistakes I've made are so clear, fading slowly, with the pain I feel, the reasons I have found to live on, to want to heal to be strong. The closer I get to the end of everything the easier it is to let go and so all I'm doing is treading water when before I wanted to drown in it...
I met someone at the weekend and it was amazing to let go and relax and just be and be helped, held.
To take, to recieve not to give all the time or feel as though that is all you do, when I know I've been selfish, always made excuses for why I haven't had a job at times, or not bought presents because of that excuse or not bought cards for anniversaries or made a bigger deal of other peoples lives.
One day I will die and come to know the truth, either there's nothing after this or there is.
I worry that if I get too attached to anyone or anything it would become clear after.
It would become clear to everything who I was, even if I couldn't see it till now.
My arm hurts, the other one not the one that hurt first, I wanted to die.
Be careful what you wish for because I think you get it sooner,
or later, if I look over the things I have thought they're mad.
I was at times if not the whole time quite a weird fuck.
To be able to see that is so surreal, to see yourself.
So clearly to see how wrong you have been.
It would suck if it wasn't so enabling.
Kept me so honest these days.
Love everyone I met.
Found it hard.
To listen.
To crap.
Mine.
x
It's close to the surface, emotions, feelings, tears, catharsis, closer to the depths of who I am.
I've been on a spiritual journey and found deeper darker recesses of the human spirit.
Maybe I was kidding myself for many years, hiding from the real person inside.
All I know is that whatever I told myself, some of it was lies, some of it.
Some of the things I thought about others were just plain wrong, they were just excuses not to see myself as I really am, this year I've come closer to whoever or whatever that is, closer to wanting not to be here on this earth and the mistakes I've made are so clear, fading slowly, with the pain I feel, the reasons I have found to live on, to want to heal to be strong. The closer I get to the end of everything the easier it is to let go and so all I'm doing is treading water when before I wanted to drown in it...
I met someone at the weekend and it was amazing to let go and relax and just be and be helped, held.
To take, to recieve not to give all the time or feel as though that is all you do, when I know I've been selfish, always made excuses for why I haven't had a job at times, or not bought presents because of that excuse or not bought cards for anniversaries or made a bigger deal of other peoples lives.
One day I will die and come to know the truth, either there's nothing after this or there is.
I worry that if I get too attached to anyone or anything it would become clear after.
It would become clear to everything who I was, even if I couldn't see it till now.
My arm hurts, the other one not the one that hurt first, I wanted to die.
Be careful what you wish for because I think you get it sooner,
or later, if I look over the things I have thought they're mad.
I was at times if not the whole time quite a weird fuck.
To be able to see that is so surreal, to see yourself.
So clearly to see how wrong you have been.
It would suck if it wasn't so enabling.
Kept me so honest these days.
Love everyone I met.
Found it hard.
To listen.
To crap.
Mine.
x
Wednesday 13 August 2014
stuckeyville
stuck feelings stuck in situations stuck in relations stuck stuck stuck
beyond all this there is a spiritual sense of the ways it could, might go
at the moment I know, that i am just coming to realise, who I really am
so between the life i would like to lead that's a dream is the waking day
the basic things we all need or think we do to get by because modernity
just took away all our coping skills and community structures of the past
so now we're all here feeling sick and tired and ill at ease so yes diseased
and as a species the only one that doesn't have to face the facts we live by
that we are disconnected from the things we consume every day to survive...
beyond all this there is a spiritual sense of the ways it could, might go
at the moment I know, that i am just coming to realise, who I really am
so between the life i would like to lead that's a dream is the waking day
the basic things we all need or think we do to get by because modernity
just took away all our coping skills and community structures of the past
so now we're all here feeling sick and tired and ill at ease so yes diseased
and as a species the only one that doesn't have to face the facts we live by
that we are disconnected from the things we consume every day to survive...
that we are interconnected and guilty of abuses we will never see in the world.
Monday 11 August 2014
salmon pink
sometimes
there are those moments, when the sunlight in the afternoon filters in
through the window and it's that colour, those rosey pink salmon shades
as it goes down and I get drawn outside to find it, to go and see for
myself the setting sun xxxxx
Sunday 10 August 2014
National Sheep Association
the murky world of organised crime and I don't mean the mafia i mean the military industrial complex, otherwise known as those organisations that are linked to governments, be they businesses, companies, contractors, agencies of one sort or another, in particular the nsa and I don't mean the National Sheep Association with their prism system and that building on the inskirts of cheltenham that I used to drive past on my way to spiritualist church which is where the british version is...
Basically and i'm pretty sure I'd be right in saying this, organisations like those have been collating and storing information about all of us, whether rightly or wrongly for so long that they have something on everyone, have data stored for years going back to the very earliest days of computer technology that they can retrospectively search, if you become a threat they can use it to stop that threat...
Our leaders call themselves the leaders of the free world, that's a big lie always has been, you only have to look at what happens to people who try to look into this stuff, they are labelled terrorists, traitors and most of all these days as conspiracy nuts, conspiracy theorists, when everyone knows there are conspiracies out there.
When they come clean, as the world becomes an ever increasing mess and all of these international and national factions continue to infight and disolve into an even bigger murkier mess, well then it's going to become clear as mud but at least we'll know, many more people are going to whistleblow because that's what you create when you insist on secrecy, you create people with nothing to lose, and everything to gain, you create people who wish for their children and their chidren's kids to be free, and as the world gets harder and harder to live in, this will come to pass xxxxx
Basically and i'm pretty sure I'd be right in saying this, organisations like those have been collating and storing information about all of us, whether rightly or wrongly for so long that they have something on everyone, have data stored for years going back to the very earliest days of computer technology that they can retrospectively search, if you become a threat they can use it to stop that threat...
Our leaders call themselves the leaders of the free world, that's a big lie always has been, you only have to look at what happens to people who try to look into this stuff, they are labelled terrorists, traitors and most of all these days as conspiracy nuts, conspiracy theorists, when everyone knows there are conspiracies out there.
When they come clean, as the world becomes an ever increasing mess and all of these international and national factions continue to infight and disolve into an even bigger murkier mess, well then it's going to become clear as mud but at least we'll know, many more people are going to whistleblow because that's what you create when you insist on secrecy, you create people with nothing to lose, and everything to gain, you create people who wish for their children and their chidren's kids to be free, and as the world gets harder and harder to live in, this will come to pass xxxxx
Pandora / Linchpin
Pandora's box once opened released all the evil contained therein. Only it was a jar not a box and at the bottom was the spirit of hope. The story in my mind seemed to have a parallel with the garden of eden. In truth others had noticed the similarities, afterall Pandora was the first woman on earth.
In many ways I believe there is a perfect world that we all came from and go back to but that to allow the creation of the wonders that exist in this world, it is necessary for destruction to be possible too.
In other words the free will given to all who exist in this place allows for both good and evil.
My favourite quote is hope dies last...
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Linchpin
I saw a programme that had the idea within it that there could be a linchpin in the world, a person in this case that if they were killed the dominoes would fall inexorably until the entire earth was changed. In this example of the same idea I have seen elsewhere it would have lead to world war three and the end of life as we know it, the end of the United States of America.
In another example, a think tank got together and came up with a weakness that if exploited would have the same result and in the works of Isaac Asimov, a great writer of non-fiction and fiction alike he came up with the idea that it might be possible to look upon the world as a great cats cradle. That it might be credible to shape events by becoming familiar with future outcomes based on history.
Ultimately we're on a knife edge of new technologies, of old ways of living and being in the world, of pollution and climate change brought about by us, of possibly natural processes that are ongoing, of geopolitical and economic forces attempting to maintain the current status quo or to at least survive the stress and stimuli that are undoubtedly underway, you only have to look to see the growing pains.
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In classical Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on Earth. Zeus ordered Hephaestus to create her. So he did, using water and earth.[5] The gods endowed her with many gifts: Athena clothed her, Aphrodite gave her beauty, Apollo gave her musical ability, and Hermes gave her speech.[6]
When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus. Pandora was given a wedding gift of a beautiful jar, with instructions to not open it under any circumstance. Impelled by her curiosity (given to her by the gods), Pandora opened it and all evil contained therein escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped; Apate and all the others, except for one thing that lay at the bottom – the Spirit of Hope, named Elpis.[7] Pandora, deeply saddened by what she had done, feared she would have to face Zeus' wrath, since she had failed her duty. However, Zeus did not punish Pandora because he knew this would happen.
In many ways I believe there is a perfect world that we all came from and go back to but that to allow the creation of the wonders that exist in this world, it is necessary for destruction to be possible too.
In other words the free will given to all who exist in this place allows for both good and evil.
My favourite quote is hope dies last...
---
Linchpin
I saw a programme that had the idea within it that there could be a linchpin in the world, a person in this case that if they were killed the dominoes would fall inexorably until the entire earth was changed. In this example of the same idea I have seen elsewhere it would have lead to world war three and the end of life as we know it, the end of the United States of America.
In another example, a think tank got together and came up with a weakness that if exploited would have the same result and in the works of Isaac Asimov, a great writer of non-fiction and fiction alike he came up with the idea that it might be possible to look upon the world as a great cats cradle. That it might be credible to shape events by becoming familiar with future outcomes based on history.
Ultimately we're on a knife edge of new technologies, of old ways of living and being in the world, of pollution and climate change brought about by us, of possibly natural processes that are ongoing, of geopolitical and economic forces attempting to maintain the current status quo or to at least survive the stress and stimuli that are undoubtedly underway, you only have to look to see the growing pains.
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In classical Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on Earth. Zeus ordered Hephaestus to create her. So he did, using water and earth.[5] The gods endowed her with many gifts: Athena clothed her, Aphrodite gave her beauty, Apollo gave her musical ability, and Hermes gave her speech.[6]
When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus. Pandora was given a wedding gift of a beautiful jar, with instructions to not open it under any circumstance. Impelled by her curiosity (given to her by the gods), Pandora opened it and all evil contained therein escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped; Apate and all the others, except for one thing that lay at the bottom – the Spirit of Hope, named Elpis.[7] Pandora, deeply saddened by what she had done, feared she would have to face Zeus' wrath, since she had failed her duty. However, Zeus did not punish Pandora because he knew this would happen.
Friday 8 August 2014
Frozen
I remember freezing up when I was called into action at the football match, I was the first aider on the sideline and when someone went down injured I couldn't move. I'd say that is a good example of how my life has gone, why I haven't done certain things, why I have done others, fear of failure.
I got up and went over and applied the magic sponge luckily in this case it wasn't a serious injury, just a bruise but it showed me why it was that the terror I felt inside in situations like this made me panic.
Made me stand stock still or turn and run, flight not fight, find my breath catching in my throat.
The thought of many a thing, many a possibility has done this to me before, my imagination.
Imagined threats, imagined situations, imagined outcomes, fear of those coming true.
What ifs if you will, challenges to my will, to all of my hopes and dreams.
In the end when push comes to shove I have acted with practise.
Over the years when a situation I couldn't avoid came up.
I got my ass in gear and got on with whatever.
If and when backed into a corner.
I came out fighting.
For Light &
Love
x
I got up and went over and applied the magic sponge luckily in this case it wasn't a serious injury, just a bruise but it showed me why it was that the terror I felt inside in situations like this made me panic.
Made me stand stock still or turn and run, flight not fight, find my breath catching in my throat.
The thought of many a thing, many a possibility has done this to me before, my imagination.
Imagined threats, imagined situations, imagined outcomes, fear of those coming true.
What ifs if you will, challenges to my will, to all of my hopes and dreams.
In the end when push comes to shove I have acted with practise.
Over the years when a situation I couldn't avoid came up.
I got my ass in gear and got on with whatever.
If and when backed into a corner.
I came out fighting.
For Light &
Love
x
Wednesday 6 August 2014
a measure of control
if
you look the world over, lots of indigenous tribes, in many traditions
there are myths, legends, tales of a time to come, a time of great
upheaval yes but also nonetheless a time of change, a time for renewal.
The Hopis talk of America coming and going as in the United States not
the landmass, the quickening that seeming unaccountable feeling that time is speeding up for all of us...
Right now could be seen quite easily as a turning point, a knife edge...
It's definitely a risky time to be alive, a difficult time, like a birth...
One of the teachers I read a lot about A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada suggested that in this time, which some say is the end of an age and the start of a new one, said that any amount of practise we do in this time is greatly magnified, in times gone by you might need to meditate for your whole lifetime, now some is good whatever you can do will bring you great benefits, yoga, diet, lifestyle
Whatever we do creates ripples in time like a pebble on a pond to alter the ocean of conciousness which is why some feel so restricted, by fear, feelings of inadequacy
I know I fit into that category, I've been cowardly and fallen for the fakeness of our society, the desire for things we don't need, to fit in, all sorts of lies I believed.
What does the future hold? Who knows, it scares the fuck out of me, that I get to be here now, at the end of the world as anyone who came before knew it and the beginning of a new world, where technology can either free us or imprison us.
Where spirituality is on the rise allowing everyone to find their own faith, their own belief systems, ways of being in this world and ways of seeing the one beyond.
This world is changing so rapidly that I feel good that try as they might whoever has a line on attempting to have any measure of control over it will ultimately fail x
Right now could be seen quite easily as a turning point, a knife edge...
It's definitely a risky time to be alive, a difficult time, like a birth...
One of the teachers I read a lot about A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada suggested that in this time, which some say is the end of an age and the start of a new one, said that any amount of practise we do in this time is greatly magnified, in times gone by you might need to meditate for your whole lifetime, now some is good whatever you can do will bring you great benefits, yoga, diet, lifestyle
Whatever we do creates ripples in time like a pebble on a pond to alter the ocean of conciousness which is why some feel so restricted, by fear, feelings of inadequacy
I know I fit into that category, I've been cowardly and fallen for the fakeness of our society, the desire for things we don't need, to fit in, all sorts of lies I believed.
What does the future hold? Who knows, it scares the fuck out of me, that I get to be here now, at the end of the world as anyone who came before knew it and the beginning of a new world, where technology can either free us or imprison us.
Where spirituality is on the rise allowing everyone to find their own faith, their own belief systems, ways of being in this world and ways of seeing the one beyond.
This world is changing so rapidly that I feel good that try as they might whoever has a line on attempting to have any measure of control over it will ultimately fail x
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