Monday 29 September 2014

Understanding Western Mind For Moslems

Understanding Western Mind For Moslems

The conclusions that people come to about life based on our beliefs can be very diverse. We need this diversity to enable progress. We need to progress toward a more humane society.

Westerners do not all believe in God. They mostly believe in Science. They are materialists. When they are spiritual, this is not the same thing as Islam. Western spirituality is a different thing to Islam. Westerners do not have to act the same way as Islam teaches. They have more freedom. Westerners have self-responsibility. They believe in freedom of choice. Westerners believe in Human Rights. A Right is more valid and important than a philosophical position, a moral position or a social position. It cannot be retracted.

Westerners believe that Islam was created for a stone-age culture. In its hundreds of years of history it has mutated from what it originally intended to be. We no longer live in the stone age. Technology and society has changed. People have changed; our attitudes, beliefs, ways of being, understanding of the world. We have changed so much that we do not require religion. It is a thing of history.

When people live their whole lives within a society that has constant reinforcement of doctrine, it is difficult to perceive the world from outside of that doctrine. It is impossible to make an objective decision. A person must understand both sides of an argument before making a wise decision.

Not all Westerners would agree with what is written here, just as not all Moslems believe that Sharia Law is perfect. In the West, we are allowed to openly discuss the things we disagree with. We are permitted to stand up and voice our opinions about such concerns. We believe that we have a right to fight if necessary to protect this freedom. We do not fear for our lives if our belief goes against the rules that have been forced onto us, which we did not agree to contract. We do not live in a restricted society, where people are afraid to voice their opinions and exercise their rights in public for fear of recrimination. Westerners believe that it is a God-given right to have an opinion and to live without persecution.

This seems to be the biggest difference between Islam and Western mind. The second biggest difference is the Western banks are Usury based. Usury means charging interest on money-lending. Nobody likes usury except for the banks who profit from it. The West cannot resolve this issue because the entire governance system and trade systems depend on the usury banks. Sharia banks are not usury based. Banking has nothing at all to do with religion however it does control how society functions.

Sunday 28 September 2014

Purity Of Integrity

The Purity Of Integrity
Chinese Politics in Wales,
Turn of the Millennium
circa 1995 - 2005

The names of the people involved have been thinly veiled to protect me from being sued.
Aside from that, this is a true story. This story is in three sections.

Art College Amsterdam trip

I know the city, I had been there twice before already. I wanted to take my girlfriend out for a meal or at least to sit in a coffee-shop for half an hour together. We were there for a week. In that whole time, Liz would not give us space to be a couple together. On several occasions like a recurring bad dream, Lois tugged at her arm, saying; “they need to be a couple together, give them some space; come with me I need some company” at the same time Liz tugged at Virtue’s arm and said “Don’t leave me alone, you are coming with me.” Virtue and Liz did not like Lois because she was pretty, so they both ignored her. Lois ended up wandering around by herself and I ended up wandering about by myself when I was not with Virtue and Liz, who coughed and interrupted and got in the way every time Virtue and I tried to be a couple. Virtue just sighed, ‘oh but it's Liz” as if that justified everything. It meant a lot to me. Later we went to Germany together on another trip a year later and Virtue had a shit time of it, and by then I was realising what karma was about and how it presents itself in a symbolic form we can interpret so as to make the connections.

Six years later after I had split up with Virtue and after I had split up with Tammy; I was totally broken up about losing Tammy. My brother Sid was studying hypnosis and I told him flat out to leave me the fuck alone about it. He demanded of me repeatedly; who did I want, which girl was I after, what is her name, there must be somebody, who? I explained that I wanted no girl right now because I was still cut up over losing Tammy. He would not let up about it and I realised that he was asking me for an ulterior reason. To be honest it would have been none of his business at all even if there was somebody I had wanted. So I told him the name of the nastiest pain in the arse I could think of, who was also somebody that, although I wanted nothing to do with her at all, was almost within his reach if he applied his actions in a strategic way, which I would very easily be able to monitor because of hearing feedback about it. One year later Sid and Liz were pregnant.

Sid’s belief that I wanted Liz all along had driven him to seek her out and have a child by her. This is evidence to me of what sort of a character my brother is. I knew both Sid and Liz and I knew how dysfunctional their relationship would be and how damaging to them both emotionally. I sat back and watched and laughed to myself about it, because Sid was now entangled with someone at least as nasty as himself, which conveniently got him off my back, and Liz was now entangled with someone at least as nasty as herself, which I felt served her right for having obstinately obstructed my trying to have a successful relationship with a woman I had at one time wanted to be with for my entire life. And all because of their own actions and the falseness of their hearts disabling them from following true action. It was my coup. But all that came later, after Swansea University. Virtue was adamant that she did not want children; and I did, I wanted a family of my own so Virtue and I had to split up because of that alone. As irony would have it, or more probably because of cruelty of third parties had it, Virtue had a child many years before I did. 

Auld Lang Syne head trip

Virtue had slept with my brother Sid one night after she ditched Liz and left University to study on the course my mother taught. After college, Virtue and Liz had been flatmates in Swansea studying at uni while I was sent to Cheltenham uni. I did not have a choice in that, my father had decided, that was the end of the matter. His lack of respect for other peoples emotions and the tension by which he himself controls others by living on the edge of physically violent anger, is legendary. One big reason Virtue and I had split up was the two hundred miles distance between us; this was in the days before mobile phones were available. My father had forced us both to go to university. He was our teacher in college and he ended up running the whole art department and employing both Liz and Virtue there.

As far as I was concerned, Sid sleeping with Virtue was the end of my being his brother and the end of my being her boyfriend, permanently and for good. I still feel that way all these years later. I got together with Tammy who I met at uni, a few months after Virtue and I had officially split up. We split up because, according to Virtue, Liz had forced her into having sex with a different random guy every weekend at Swansea uni "while they were both young enough to get away with it". Virtue used to get so angry with me if another girl looked at me, she was famous for being controlling. That I turned down both of the other girls who approached me in the two years in which I was with her (one of whom was Liz) did not seem to count for much. I found Virtue's hypocrisy difficult to handle, likely because I had been raised by my parents on books about Budo philosophy, such as Spring Snow by Yukio Mishima, the last true Samurai, which is all about purity of integrity.

On the New Years eve one year after I had last seen Virtue; Tammy and myself were invited by my parents to a new year do on at a local pub. We felt obliged, pressured into it, so we went. My mother decided to invite Virtue; who turned up on a mission to cause mischief in my relationship with Tammy. I observed the women manipulating the men and targeting myself and Tammy, who knew about Virtue because I had a very down to earth loving honest relationship with Tammy and we knew all about each others lives. We were regarded as a very successful power couple by most everyone who knew us, because of this trust. We respected each other. My brother and my father looked at me with two girlfriends, ignorant of the emotions and politics and histories, and full of envy they decided to be nasty to me, because that night they assumed there was going to be a private orgy; the conversation from them was pretty obvious, a combination of encouragement and distaste. I could see the clockwork mechanisms at work in everybody else’s minds, and the expectancy of me, completely regardless of my own opinion or intention.

I asked Tammy to come home with me early, to make a statement about it all as much as anything else; but she wanted to talk with Virtue for reasons of her own, and also to see the new year in with the (cough) traditional (cough) alcoholics singing of a Robert Burns poem 'auld lang syne'; I am one of the few remaining people to know what those words used to mean, it is not what the definitions on the internet say it means in todays translations. My brother Sid sat there in seething envy, my father sat there in seething envy, my mother sat there exchanging smug looks with Virtue and Tammy sat there being put very much on the spot but not wanting to leave. Pressure situation. I told Tammy that I was leaving and asked her again to come with me and she told me that she wanted to stay. I realised that none of these people were actually being supportive of me. So I walked home at around eleven o’clock and left them to it.

They all returned drunk; Tammy got into bed with me and Virtue got into bed by herself and went home the next day, I didn’t bother talking to her or even looking at her. It was quite a few years before we saw each other again, three times we have seen each other again and every time it hurts my heart more deeply than any pain I have known to walk away from her. Likewise I have spoken with Tammy on the phone only once since she and I were split up several years later.

Politics of Malice head trip

Tammy and I split up for a combination of reasons. One, because her neighbour gave her an ecstasy tab and got her pregnant, was less of a reason to me for leaving her, than that she repeatedly lied to me about it. In retrospect she was pressured into doing so by her family and afraid of losing me. At the time, purity of integrity; lies are disrespectful. The dates given at the scan from the hospital confirmed that it could not have been my foetus; because I had been called back to my parents house by my mother on a false emergency during which time she and my father were splitting up.

I had already been living with Tammy both the Midlands and SW England. I was settled with a full time job there and my mother knew the probability that we were likely to conceive soon, because thats generally what happens when couples settle down. So she worked a strategy to fuck it up for us as much as she could by playing control drama’s that created tension between us. Tammy's parents asked me what my mother had said about her pregnancy; My mother had spat out the word ‘abortion!’ with hatred and spite. Lack of parental support is why Tammy decided to abort the child. I went with her as a friend would do to the abortion clinic.

Nobody believed me that it was not my child. I went through a decade of being accused of murder, by people who had heard a version of the story from my mother. That involves generations of her students. All throughout, I said the same thing as I will always say; it is up to the mother of the foetus to make the decision and nobody else. It did not matter how supportive I personally was; that was irrelevant to most people because people already had other plans for my life and my living in SW England instead of S Wales was problematic for them. My own inability to stand up to that volume of pressure was to them proof that I was not yet ready to be a father and therefore Tammy was encouraged to believe that I was about to split up with her.

After the abortion; I was broken, she was broken, and my mother under the guise of picking up the pieces, attempted to put the boot in while I was down by telling me how happy Virtue was now in her new life being employed by my father, working with my mother and living with a guy who is also employed in the same department, so happy that he had taken time off work because she injured his back fucking him when they decided to have a child together. That was when I saw in black and white that my mother was not my ally. I resolved that after all the sex training Tammy and I had been doing together, kundalini yoga techniques of the Order of the Morning Star, Virtue’s animalistic mindset probably was better suited for some guy who could put up with such an unrefined level of sex technique as to injure him so badly.

I moved into a house with Cain, one of my mothers gay students who “knows Virtue really well” since they were on the same course together; my father also employed my mother in the college. I am heterosexual, I moved in with Cain because he was living on my parents sofa having been thrown out of his last place for robbing its owner, and he had nowhere else to turn, so he claimed. He turned up at my parents place for one night only and was still there two months later. By moving in with him, not only did it get a known criminal out of my parents house; it seemed my only way out of living with my family during my parents long and drawn out divorce, during which everybody was angry all the time and I hid away from it to make music in my headphones. My study into Budo had revealed the interesting advice of one of the masters; 'to learn, live with criminals. It will teach you more about life than any academy.’ I have found this to be true, although it does somewhat mar a persons reputation to apply it in todays western society. I lived with him for a few months before getting my own place together once I had secured a postal address in the same town so that I could apply for a council flat.

It was at that time Fred began doorstepping me and stalking me. Fred also gained employment by my father, since he was spending so much time stalking the staff there after the students had left that to my fathers rationale it is probably better to give the guy a position of responsibility so they can keep an eye on him than to have him continue creeping people out in the darkness of a locked carpark. I recently discovered from the very Chinese-whispers of the gossip mill of mutual acquaintances that Fred is now dating Liz after she and Sid split up; Fred had told me all along that he wanted Liz and I just simply continue not giving a shit what other people do with their own bodies as that is their own business. The people who endorse slavery culture are bad people as far as I am concerned.

Just before I moved away from my council flat, I spoke with Tammy on the phone, our first conversation in years. She was drunk, she explained through a gin slur that she usually is. She thought I was psychic because I could tell from her voice that she drinks gin on a regular basis; every alcohol does a different thing to its addicts and so it was easy to tell. People keep on surprising me by being considerably less perceptive than I generally am. Tammy explained that she had changed since we broke up, she is now a lot more mouthy and aggressive than she had been when we were younger. I believe her. She had been curious to find out how she felt at talking with me again. If there had been any feeling left for me it was gone into the gin a long time ago.

I remained single for a long time, several years. I studied spiritism. I smoked a lot of dope addictively, until one magic mushroom trip in which the shrooms showed me that it was time to quit dope, and so I did overnight. Nobody could handle my willpower, nor that I no longer wanted to associate with dope smokers. The dealer set me up because he was paranoid and for vengeance against the sting to his pocket because my addiction had been his steady cash-in-hand income. My parents and Fred told everybody who would listen that I was a heroin addict because they did not like me sorting my life out. I have never taken heroin and I never intend to. I left that county and now I do not have to bother with any of the people who I have written about here, and my situation has improved. I have not done drugs for a very long time. I have not had a girlfriend for a long time either. There have been a couple of women, which is an entirely different thing to being a friend. 

I am recognised in several corners of the internet as a zen master. I am a dad now, it is the best thing I ever did. There are other potential fathers and without a DNA test it is impossible to know for sure, the visual gene markers are difficult to assess. His mother is the reason why I have become a zen master and I have to thank her, both for that and for recognising that I have gathered sufficient evidence to get her into a lot of trouble should I want to cause her a fraction of the problems she has caused me. I am a pacifist, and I would rather see her heal, for the boys sake.

©2014 snakeappletree

Thursday 25 September 2014

Phoenix Feather & Sapling Leaf

Two symbols for Rejuvenation

From the dirt comes life. From the ashes comes renewal. From urban decay comes natural reforestation. From mental and emotional comes reinvention, imagination, expression. Pushed beyond the boundaries we are forced to re-assess and to expand our frames of reference. The wider perspective. How else can we become Pharaoh, the Far-seers? This is shamans journey; the ones who leave the safety comfort zone of home and the hearth, who travel amongst alien dangers and return as strangers. The Journey is in stages. Where we are today is the sum total of all our experiences. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Alchemical, it takes the toxins and converts them to fresh, life-giving elixir. This is medicine journey. A healer cannot heal until it has learned to; it cannot learn to without first having suffered injury; the growing pains, the birthing pains, of wisdom and maturity. This resource is our confidence. 

The city is decaying around us and yet it is reinvented. As urban spirits, we are that reinvention process. It is endless and eternal. We shape forms that are born of the necessity and desire of the moment. That which has been familiar and relied upon becomes aged and worn. It feeds the growing of tomorrow. We build and rebuild, endlessly. It is a process of distillation. Essences are purified as their spirit grows.

The sword in the stone is the flint that was blade and set fire, the metal smelted and forged into weapons, the fusion of histories as metal and flint became gun with addition of the black powder explosive. How many lives were saved and improved, enriched by harnessing fire, metal, machine, lightning? How many were lost by war for resources and ideologies? The sword in the stone is a myth told by the alchemical shaman of the lands where I live, my body of this earth. The sword in the stone is the digital universe where resources are smelted to become tools of transient light. The city is lit up against the night, a jewel in the dark. It is a crystal, a dream-space where fertile imagination can play. In the city playground, children play brutal games with hidden meanings.

The machines rust. The forests burn. The city falls. And yet; process, progress, cycles and stages of development. The city reborn. Newer, better, taller, brighter. Vitality and inevitability. Innovative Ability. It grows. It sprawls. The new spreads out and seeds the decaying, aging, the withered zones. My body this earth, these crude elements. My thoughts this crystal. My emotions, these seeds, tested by fire and toxin, drowned by deluge and time; forged, honed, tempered. Becoming.

This is what it is to be immortal. No form of energy ceases; it transmutes. The observer within; is that a form of energy?

Transition is to be neither this thing nor that thing. It is a state of chaos. We project a grid upon the chaos. We observe that in nature there is a natural grid, the ecological world follows the forms and functions of holistic integration. There are patterns there, a grid. It is at least one step beyond human comprehension. We are of it; it is not of us. Even our manufactured environments must conform to the natural patterns of decay and renewal. Everything is in variable states of continual transition. Only Nothing remains the same. We have a relationship with temporal states of stability. This is our only reference. In the physical world; spirits of hybrid elements bound into symbol. In the emotional world; assertion and flow. In the mental world; concepts. In the Imaginal realms; dream.

Sunday 21 September 2014

dilemma of Common Law

Unresolvable? dilemma's of Common Law.
The Common Law of our Ancestors is:
Keep the Peace, Do not steal, harm or use trickery.

There is a trickster deity who is known by many different cultures across the world. I have spoken with people of many cultures and observed how many of them still bring up this deity in conversation, ergo it still exists. The greatest description I have heard yet; it teaches through trickery. Whether this is used by unscrupulous people to justify their behavior as opposed to aiding us develop abstract thought necessary to survive and thrive and explore different perceptions is a different issue to the main focus of this thread.

Here is the example:
She is asked by her new husband if she still has feelings toward her ex husband. In truth she does because of course she does, she is human and it is natural and normal to have emotions for somebody who you were once emotionally entangled with. We are not machines who can switch off and on at will, and the ones of us who can are psychopathic. It is recognized that a psychopath is not human in the regular sense (that Human Being is an adjective, it describes a way of being).
So she decides to Keep the Peace and not risk upsetting her new husband or opening up a can of worms on a door which she is attempting to seal tightly shut. The past is the past and is gone now.
She replies; "Of course not! I love you (now)."
Which deep down we all know to be a lie but evidently the guy needed the affirmation that his investing attention energy into her is worth it, that he is not being tricked, that he is in a stable relationship with a future. The factor that if somebody is lying then they are going to keep on lying which is disrespectful toward the person they are lying to is something he has decided to overlook on this occasion.
So I got to thinking; her decision to Keep the Peace was more important to her than her decision to tell the truth, or to rephrase it; she was prepared to use trickery so as to keep the peace and therefore she had delegated the Common Law of Keeping the Peace to be more important than Do Not Use Trickery, and override it.
This is a different school of thought to the one I have always lived by, where Truth is fundamental to my own personal integrity and value system, above and beyond manipulating consequences of outcome. As I experience this more, I can see that it is a factor in my advancing spiritual development and how this connects to my status of not being in a relationship. I chose not to lie even when that would disrupt the peace.
Although I argue then that it was not my response and activity which broke the peace, but the rage of the person who I had been truthful with, because the person could not control their own temper and could not cope with what I perceive to be a human truth; that it is permissible to have mixed emotions about topics, that it is permissible to have emotions for more than one person at a time, and that it is abusive to expect a person to go against human nature to protect a slavery paradigm.
So my way of being is to maintain the peace myself and to test other peoples integrity, by putting Truth above 'using trickery to keep the peace'. It is the only way I can resolve not breaking any of the Common Laws; it is how I interpreted the common laws to be arranged so as to shape social conduct; what the ancestors meant by formulating the common law as it is.
Is this a typical gender difference; is it that women will lie to keep the peace where men will be honest at risk of breaching of peace? Or has it nothing to do with gender? These are different creeds, codes of conduct.

Saturday 20 September 2014

Truth Assessment

Truth Assessment.
We can only detect truth up to the accuracy of how truthful we ourselves are. The second crucial factor to be awary of is that society encourages a level of dishonesty called the usually accepted normality. To cut deeper than that, one becomes a different and more honest society.

Individuals and group cohesion generate the waveforms that are our paradigms, by our bio-electromagnetic emissions. This brings us to the first crucial factor to be aware of; that our own personal honesty (from old english, to 'hone' is to sharpen by study practice, it relates to the concept 'home' which relates it to the concept 'hominid'; upright) is a two way interchange with the external universe.

The foundation of Egyptian spirituality is expressed by the phrase 'we see what we say'. The most direct connection is a straight line, else we have varying degrees of tangent arc by which a persons truth can be measured. People who can see the bio-electromagnetic field as an aura perceive a persons honesty as colour gradients.

Autopsies have showed that the brains of liars develop differently to the brains of truthful people. Hardwired, durable grey stem cells are common in the frontal lobes of truthful people wheras short-term white stem cells are found in the frontal lobes of known liars. We perceive through these grids. We emit energy from these grids. This is established fact.

In society it is possible to ascertain an individuals level of honesty where a line is drawn due to circumstance; on one side of which is a known truth. A persons decision over which side of that line they fall in their belief and response to the situation is an illustration of their own personal integrity. The concept of integrity means how honorable a person is; by its spelling we can see that it is intentionally related to the ability to integrate, to assimilate information from external sources accurately. Internal gratification based upon resonance with our own level of equilibrium, how truthful we are, how much we lie to ourselves and to others.

Most liars are ill equipped to develop a synaptic network capable of reading auras, they are malformed and cannot connect to that level of perception. It is not only the air around a person that is electrically charged; the water in the body amplifies the current. Organs and skin cells adapt to its shape in the same way as crystals placed in water in a freezer cause the ice formation to follow the helix structure of the crystal.

Liars often develop strategies to cover their internal imbalance, their disconnection from the purity of intent. Usually this involves some method of dominating those around them, typically by sdiversion of attention and typically this is from verbal direction. Meditative silence enjoyed and shared by spiritually developed people is the enemy of the liar and the dominator. Non verbal perception and communication gets far more subtle than mere body language gestures. But since the mainstream never experience such perceptions, they deny it and discredit it. That is symptomatic of their lying personalities, of their egotism. Ego inhibits development of pure perception. 

Thursday 18 September 2014


Pretending they know whats going on so they can feel in control of it and making up a story that fits their model of how the world should be irregardless of the truth and what is actually happening. Ignoring and discrediting anything that does not conform to their understanding, even the reality of the situation.

Edit: the very next day 19.9.14

I stepped out of my front door and there directly in front of me was Sandra who used to come and visit my ex when she lived here and who has never to this day been able to look me in the eye.

Me “Morning Sandra how are you?”

Sandra (practiced speech): "I don’t like you, I have never liked you, I do not know you, so leave me alone.”

Me: “Well that’s your prejudice and that’s your problem. You don’t know me, you said it yourself; so whatever you think of me, does not affect me or who I am.”

Then I walked away. I would have added; 'enjoy your lonely bigotry' but I decided not to antagonize her any more than my mere presence on the pavement by my front door was already doing.

Some people you cannot reach. Some people are so negative that there is no hope for them. For whatever purpose the Cosmic Syncronicity put us both in the same place at the same time today, I walked away feeling happy that I know to my bones I am unscathed by the encounter. I could feel a shimmering inside of me, as if nerve tips within my body that were held down in their electromagnetic attunement have just lifted and are sparkling with pleasure because a dead weight has been lifted. It is the same type of sparkle that I have felt with flight-or-fight responses in the past, yet this time I am not using the energy to run away and hide; I am consciously using it to lift me up beyond the spectrum generated by a black hole star. Such is life.


Sunday 7 September 2014

5th Age to 6th Age

We enter the Mayan Fifth Age.
It is the Age of Itza=Ishtar.
The Age of urban living; the Ways of all the people: Love, War and Fertility. Learning to seek and find working resolutions. Revelling in the dance of differences.

Following this is the Mayan 6th Age and it is that which I intend to write about here.
When an individual is connected directly to their instinct, their prana, their life-flow; without intercession of mental aberrations such as dogma and delusion; when a person is free of samsara mind and is truly theirself, that is when a person breaks through the grid ding veil of time and functions as a spirit in self harmony. That is to access the 6th Age. When we experience life normally, that spirit projects a preconception filter, a mask, onto the physical body and it tells the body what it should ooh like. When a person is in the 6th Age, the person forgets to project the filter grid because they are free of it. At such a time we can see what that spirit truly looks like. Ears become pointy, eyes become elemental. We enter into the dimension which our ancestors called the Faye; that place where we are innocent as children despite our far-from-innocent darkness. It is palace where we are in perfect balance, the Jungian archetypes of the assimilated shadow self. We morph to present our inner nature instead of re-presenting it through a protective shield which is the lower dimensions we have travelled through. The 6th Age is accessible from any location in space and time, many are already there, many fluctuate in and out of it depending upon what factors influence them. The prophecy is such that by the end go the 5th Age, we will all have become free of our debilitating restrictions and the veil, the grid, will be lifted. At such an event, time will loosen since we will individually be projecting our own time-fields rather than affected by the mainstream one. First we have to become responsible for our actions because the powers we can access when truly balanced and ourselves is the powers of imagination. The 6th Age is the era or time and place during which the imagination manifests directly.

Saturday 6 September 2014


I wasted most of my life justifying and apologizing that I am creatively talented to dominating people who have no creative talent. For a long time, that became the central theme to all of the art I produced in whatever form; a resentment of the control which the idiots asserted over me.

My hair was going straight to white before I had the experience and confidence to look through them hard enough that they looked away first, rather than avoiding their eye contact because it reminds me how much I detest abusers.

The relationship between art and escapism; conjuring new things of the imagination, the emergence of the fantastical, dwelling in fantasy, rather than the hostile environment of concrete and cold rain shaped people who create only concrete and cold rain shaped emotions in the sensitives.

So my life was not a waste; it was a puddle, a lesson that some kids jump up and down and create a splash while others avoid getting their shoes wet. I was held down face first in it under the pretext that I would spring back higher because of the hardness with which I had been held down. It’s bullshit; I was broken and then discarded and only I in the world held onto the secret hope that I was irreplaceable. Eventually not even I cared about that. If only I had known this sooner.

Then I discovered SecondLife.

SecondLife is a digital drug. Once you get into it, you never come out. You might take time out for a while. The more we put in, the better it gets. It is a dreamworld made digital. Artists playground where all the envy and admiration of my teenage artschool background where young imaginative students were unknowingly vampired upon by the elder generation of dried out lecturers growing fat on academic wage and youthful shamanic energy. This is where we ended up; the Sidhe halls, the seely and unseely courts dancing our global visionary decadence to light. We are lucky; those dried out lecturers do not comprehend the computer culture that has emerged as a part of our world, our generations.

We look to the children and the effects of our dreaming upon them. They are emerging into a world where the internet is not a new thing, although it is an ever-changing thing. I remember before mobile phones, before compact discs, before people had desktop computers in their own homes. To the kids it has always been here and our fascination, I mean this word in the mythic Greek sense of having been hypnotized, is a normal background routine, is an aspiration, a normality. They will be our age before they question that about their own use of it, an inherited obsession. To us it is revolutionary and new. To them it is no different in the world than boring tree's and smelly water. It is normal only because everybody does it. Not everybody, but; being geek enough to be in SecondLife, most of the people I communicate with are also net-heads. The kids want their own consoles. They want touchscreen tablets and all that startrek level technology which is one step beyond me to bother with. I'm not geek enough to keep up with that, with whatever is the latest normal outside of SecondLife. 
When you get in here, the people are creatives, liberal, bisexual, accepting, understanding, open and generous; or they fast become irrelevant. It's a better world than the dogma of the society where I live in the realworld. People made of stone or people made of the liquid-crystal flux which is our shamanism. And it crosses into dream. Imaginal blend. 

How technology is helping us, some of us, to become more spiritual (we use that word in the wrong way - this has less to do with ghostly spirits and more to do with finding out our own true spirit) - to learn how to use our own refined extra-sensory abilities, to travel and perceive into other dimensions than the physical, dense, material world that exists within time because mass=time and time=mass. In the ephemeral world of light, we can travel as far as our soul can shine. It's a place where dreamers go to study how to bring the dream into life and life into dream.

Friday 5 September 2014

Equity vs Equality

The Age of Feminism DOES NOT WORK any better than did the mythic Age of Male Principle (if indeed there ever was such a thing).

As children we are taught about EQUALITY. We are taught to respect, expect and demand, equality. Equality is the concept of achieving and maintaining a Balance by light of Fairness.

As Adults, with maturity, we learn about EQUITY. Equity is what this post is about.

Be aware that the goal of Equality to achieve and maintain Balance is the guiding principle which is why we are taught about it first. It is the end result goal, however we are all Unique and Different which is why in practical life, Equity is necessary to achieve Equality. To achieve and maintain Balance, we must accept the differences and find ways to resolve them.

Here is an example of why Equity is superior to Equality.

Imagine the See-Saw of Balance. There is a plank on the horizontal plane and holding it up, in the middle of it, is a triangle shaped wedge. The plank has a measurement grid painted on it, measuring from one to one hundred. It has fifty in the exact center. These are percentages. The apex of the wedge points to the measurement grid on the plank. By moving the wedge, we can see what percentage of the plank is to one side and what percentage of the plank is to the other side. The plank represents Equality. The wedge represents Equity. On one end of the plank, is my side and on the other end of the plank, is your side.

Equality measures at fifty percent to maintain fair balance.

Now we are going to explore Equity.

I have a Brick. You have an Elephant. This is because we are not born Equal at the start, although we are attempting to achieve and maintain Balance.

The Equality Approach (50% / 50%)
I place my brick on the plank (the balance grid), and you place your elephant on the plank (the balance grid). What happens?
The see-saw, our measurement grid, falls apart when we keep the balance set to fifty percent of the plank for each person. The brick flies up into the air and lands someplace else while the elephant falls to the ground. Is it practical? No, it is not. The balance of fifty percent each has failed. Equality has failed.

The Equity Approach (90% 10%)
We move the wedge. We move the wedge to compensate for the inherent natural imbalance. We move the wedge so that there is now 90% of the plank on one side, and 10% of the plank on the other. Now when we put the elephant on the 10% side and the brick on the 90% side, the Balance is achieved. The plank remains horizontal. And yet; one person has 90% and the other person has 10% of the plank. Is that Equal? No it is not. Is it practical? Yes, it is. Is it Equitable? Yes it is.

We can clearly see here that Equality is about Theoretical Fairness, while Equity is about Practicality to Achieve Balance (but not necessarily to Maintain Balance, we shall explore that next). The end result is that Equity is more closer to the goal of Equality, than is simple Equality.

Maintaining Balance.
Equity is Temporary and requires regular Review. The Balance is always shifting. We return to our see-saw measurement system several weeks later only to find that it has lost a lot of weight, and is now the size of a peanut. The brick has not changed its size.
To maintain Balance, we need to make another adjustment, placing the wedge not at 90% / 10% but now at 20% / 80%. We need to review the situation on a regular basis. Practicality must be maintained to decide how regularly reviews are necessary.

If you wish to understand the underlaying system used by early Masons (before it became a religion) and used by the Courts of Law And Order, then you must first understand why they rely on Equity as opposed to Equality.

3-Step System Achieving For Social Equity:
1. Determine and Recognize Individual Needs and Differences.
2. Use (1) to establish where the Wedge needs to be.
3. Establish time period for next Review.

Further Thoughts:
The big question is which is superior between the Principle and the Contract ? Does a meeting of minds or a written contract over-ride the Principles of Equality and Equity, or is it the other way around? At this stage it becomes a matter of discourse on Ethics.

Example; Because of Usury, there is not enough stuff in the world to repay the debt that the people living in this world owe to the paperwork fiction of a corporation called the Usury Banks, and there never will be. The global debt is not only permanent, for ever but it is also increasing continuously. The Usury Banks depend on paperwork contract to maintain this imbalanced, inequitable situation. Either a change in policy or the demise, of usury based civilization, are the only possible solutions to this dilemma.

Thursday 4 September 2014


Example of the damaging effect of Remote Mind Control technique on families.

The child in the video has now been re-housed with the grandparents following court proceedings and the parents have separated following the mothers mental breakdown. The video was made to give insight into what was happening at the time.

Filmed in 2011 in Wales.

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For more information about RMC and that it is a real thing, see here:

The best method for disabling anyone from doing this to you is to detach from your Mind completely. Thoughts are mental programs. They are temporary and we seldom question their source, assuming thoughts to be Self. Mind is not Self. 

war on bullies

It was not only me that the person was abusing; it was their professional position of authority. Their abuse of me is evidence of it. So I took it through formal complaints procedure. I was faced with a face-to-face with the abuser; a face-off. In Wales that is how complaints procedures are dealt with by the state funded corporate groups.

This scenario plays on the emotional levers. Do I want to take the matter further and cause somebody to lose their job, and from that reputation, to never get employment in the field for which the person has lifelong training and experience? Or should I forgive a person who has abused me and their position in society. Could I forgive myself if they did it again to someone else? Manipulation strategies are mental abuse predominantly and emotional abuse secondarily.

This is the hoped for, beneficial outcome in the long term: it is NOT about vendetta and vengeance. It is about a big fat warning going out into the world that it is wrong to abuse because the victims retaliate in a far worse way than the tiny little bit of immediate gratification the abuser feels from being abusive. Somebody better at the job will fill the role, giving a younger person the chance to enter what is quite a lucrative field.

The situation I am in has raised ethical and logical topics of debate, chief of which is the Human Right to use modern technology to record such meetings, and create factual evidence that a thing was or was not said by a person at a certain time. The abusers main strategy is denial and to attack the victim, by putting words in their mouth and denying they said things which they did say.

This link is about audio recordings in the uk with regard corporate meetings:

"If an employee has a physical or mental impairment that makes taking their own notes difficult or impossible then allowing them to take an audio recording of the meeting may be an option, if there is no other reasonable alternative."

Mental Impairment can be induced by techniques of interrupting and over-talking a person so as to disable their focused response. It can be induced by the illegal interrogation technique of two people bombarding the victim with questions and not permitting them time to reply, temporarily destabilizing their mind and putting them into a state of impaired mental functioning.

If you have never witnessed or experienced this you have lived a blessed life and you would be astonished how quickly and how easily it is to achieve this result. I am writing this here to make people aware that it exists and is real. I DO NOT encourage people to do it; it is abuse, and the long-term effects of having been temporarily mentally destabilized are equivalent to the long-term effects of short-term physical shock.

This is the type of thing that Wales is full of, and I most frequently encounter it in unrecorded closed meetings with state funded departments and corporate bodies, half of the time I have any dealing with them. Please accept that I do not believe myself to be sexist; it does appear to be a part of female culture a lot more than it is a part of male culture. I am raising this observation for debate, in light of communication being necessary to create a balanced, equitable community.

I advocate use of audio recording technology in meetings. If you phone a corporate number, you are told that 'calls are recorded for training and legal purposes'. If you walk down an urban street, a Closed (not Open access) circuit tv camera records you. It is a standard practice in today's world.

The only times I have ever had any involvement with cctv has been to defend myself on multiple and unrelated occasions, against accusations made about me by police officers, who immediately drop the case as soon as I requested that the cctv footage be used to back me up and prove their allegations to be knowingly false.

On the basis of this, I sincerely believe that audio and visual recordings are a first line defense against corrupt, manipulative and abusive behavior: which state funded bodies are known for. I am living my life in such a way as to endorse the creation of a wholesome and honorable community.