FleshDream

肉 夢  Flesh Dream

Sable lays back on her plastic padded mattress and stares up at the neon white glow in motion of a haiku randomizer, the rooms ambient lighting. The place is beautiful in its simplicity. Back and white, and where there is age which speaks of history, sepia and gray. Wabi Sabi, the plays on the psychonic, mental radio-beam.

"white is the quest for purity
stained because the tarnished material we use to depict it
a longing
varnish and belonging"

She tunes out by altering her mental focus, gazing through a slatted perspex window at the city below. Her body tremors, she sniffs the clarity. On a low table occupying the center of her room is her payment, half of it cut early into little white lines that match the cities ambience. Wabi Sabi, the process of incompletion.

She remembers some of the dream from several nights ago, a strange world in which creatures of fantasy, faeries, dance and play amidst a vibrantly coloured forest. Her inner-self, a heart free of mind given freedom to flow as pure instinct. Does time function the same in the dreamworlds? Does time function the same in this city, where everybody autonomously robotic in their lifestyles, clattering like reptilian scales, clockwork machine people, ignoring one another to such extent that each other are invisible unless they share the same vibrational pathway that is the tao of whatever digital catalogue existence was chosen. Is it possible to shift tracks?

The limitations and frustrations of existing within a box, a box within a city made of boxes; pre-packaged people, pre-packaged lifestyles which it is an offense to question or seek to step outside the boundaries of. AI droid-cops float down on insect-like wings and with insect-like mechanical faces of sensors and lasers, ensure we step back on track. They lurk in shadows above and around us, hearing all, watching all, a surveillance society. We live in fear as they study us, fear lest we be extinguished for breaking the laws our ancestors set in place and programmed into these machines. Is it any wonder that our only outlet is to dream?

And in dream we discover such places, dragons and mermaids, a freedom of pine scented air, firefly glow passions. We meet others in the dreams, others from other worlds, other times and places. To transfer this visionary into brushwork, art for retail to sustain myself, to pay for the box and the protection of the droid-cops who keep this city quadrant safe and clean. Outside we are told there are others less fortunate than ourselves, the non-consumers, the non-elite. They live in horror which we cannot understand, the rust-world, the grunge, a decay. They live in animal poverty. We do not think of such things. Only the sleek of our black plastic and white neon lifestyles. How many invisibles are there in this city of perpetual night time? We should to question such things. To question leads to contamination, the breakdown of the social slipstreams we are individually provided for. This machine must not fail.

And so it is that I paint my dreams. Apparently the paintings offer hope to others who have not the ability to access the dreams. For them, the painting is the only insight in to the otherworld. But for me it is a real place. Some day I will find a method to make a transference, away from this world and into the dream completely, that I may exist there permanently.

The white powder from a plant grown in the city labs courses through my veins and keeps me away from the dream, away from sleep. I mindlessly paint memories of the last time I was there. Characters, people, and places of heightened colour. Feelings of flow and fluidity, that everything is as ephemeral as the holographic projections advertising media mindwash products. Perhaps to the dream people, it is this world, the city which is a dream. A dark one of simplicity and elegance but a horrific one for such as they. Could such creatures exist here in this realm? Could I become one? I take up my nylon brush and apply plastic ink to the recycled polymer canvas. Different grades of canvas take the ink in different ways. Such are the fabrics of these worlds we are grown from. From flesh to imagination. From imagination to flesh.

WabiSabi

侘寂 wabi sabi - transience, imperfection, incompleteness

Since the 1980s vision of Cyberpunk epitomized by Blade Runner (Sid Mead, Philip K Dick, Ridley Scott); decadent technology creating divergent social castes against a backdrop of grime and decay; Until the 21st century oriental urban architecture of clean, white, humanistic towers, the surface of which is living green from hanging gardens providing fresh air to heal against smog, to create an arboreal environment that is serene and naturalistic to live in. Now when people look to the future the focus is about harmony and peace. This resonates strongly with eastern traditions inspired by Taoism, Buddhism. The western world in its permanently imminent state of financial collapse and totalitarianism has still not caught up with this progress.

We live during the transition.

Urban progress is a constant state of transition. Generation after progressive generation live on the same streets as our ancestors. In time we will become the ancestors. The deprivations of lifestyles ensure our focus is seldom on that and constantly on this moment, the immediate past and the very near future.

These are themes which have inspired my work on this build with thanks to Asmita Duranjaya and Miriam Evanier. While Asmita has concentrated on tradition and the legend of utopia, the heavenly city; I have concentrated on ersatz; seeking of cleanliness amidst grunge, that pursuit of synthetic removes us from nature. These entwined themes become metaphors for one another. What are we within this world where our emotional ranges are shaped by our environment?

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BTB episode 1

Presenting two tracks for your musical entrainment

1 snakeappletree (River Severn Underground) / Streets (featuring Missy K)

from "cybergothic" album: original title; 'cg streets, black kat remix'

(it now makes sense that 'cg' also stands for 'control games')

2 the Red Shark Sound System (Newport&Bristol Jazzstep) / Control Games

* the theme of 'This Is This' is timely and ironic given that yesterdays blog 'WTF3' was about 15-ISIS: th-IS IS th-IS. The prefix given here 'th' relates directly to the Egyptian concept of Thoth, the scribe, the word means 'to know'.

WTF3

I need some mathematicians to work on this please

“Trouble Always Comes In Threes"

9.11.2001 - two towers (and building 3) of world trade centre usa blown up in false flag scenario

12.3.2011- two reactors at fukishima japan explode leaking plutonium

all these numbers add up

12-3 = 9 / 11

      day             month         year               sequence
 A   9,                1+1 = 2,      2+1 = 3,        923
 B   1+2 = 3,      3,                2+1+1 = 4,    334

      A/B
d    9/3
m   2/3
y    3/4

What is the next number(s) in this series?
Was there a preceding event on the date derived from backtracking these numbers?

2001 to 2011 is a ten year interval, give or take several months


The questions:
What is the precise number of years, days, months between the 2 incidents?

We rate trying to establish 2 new dates from the figures given; a date preceding and a date following.

There is a chance that it is more or less 10 years apart, but more likely is that the event is on a curve; like with a fibonacci series. This is called a trajectory curve, a grid which when super-imposed on the calendar grid can pinpoint the trajectory of all events utilising the same symbolism, here we have cataclysm, the twin explosions, and because of building 3 at WTC and assuming a similar equivalent at fukishima, those three components are enough to create a grid.

Eventually I can figure it out by number crunching but right now I have not slept all night and am sharing my notes and thoughts about it with the public before i focus on doing the cursive to pinpoint both preceding date and following date. Help is much appreciated.


did something happen on 1.4.2012 ? (the C date) ?
IF that is the correct cursive.


kul wahad! this is a kickstarter: 9.5.2012 (955)
http://english.alarabiya.net/articles/2012/05/09/213163.html

not the same date but we do have:
1+4 = 5 / 2+1+2 = 5 = 55
which signifies it is related numerically (all those 11's become 55’s)

also A d9 and B d12 gives C d15 thats a clue
it also makes 3 x 15 which is
1+5=6
1+5=6
1+5=6
LMAO

and given the uprise in troubles and paranoia with Islamic extremists ISIS movement, the burning of Q'ran is symbolism for the bombing of Mecca…

1515 ISIS

http://www.theguardian.com/world/isis

is number though, squeeze them about in any shape and you can get them to do whatever you want them to show. Need to refine that correlation between A date and B date by month to get a more precise C date.

EDIT: Additional observation:

not timed on purpose, as in uk it is 11am precisely

see for yourself

Of further and related interest: timecode-node-event-1616022016

What Christ deity was intended for

Recently departed has asked me to teach this to help move on. I am pagan but I have agreed because compassion. I am teaching it my way (the requested info is in bold). I hate this topic. People who go on about it annoy me a lot and thats putting it nicely. They usually get it wrong anyway.

What Christ is not:
what the forged gospels of matthew mark luke and john mention. These are based on the babylonian story of Mithra (a word that means: 'manifestation of the knowledge of the sun god'). Carbon dating of these chapters of the 4th century Sinai bible date to the 17th century Gregorian reformation of the catholic church.

What Christ is intended to be:
A deified symbol for; 'the way of Truth results in enlightenment'. This combined with the way of Love. Thats all it is.
For simplification we assign; 'God is Love'. Love is a frequency. It exists. We attune to it (plug into it) to be a conduit of it.

'God' is a term few christians appear to understand. To the gnostics it meant the Demiurge as the creator of this universe. To christians, the demiurge is assigned as satan. Lucifer means 'most beautiful light' which expanded (sown or cast) from the Source (heaven) and became 'mass-time' (time and matter - the material density we call 'space' containing all the stars and planets) hence the christian term 'mass' for the alignment of a community, traditionally using the Amen (ohm) cleansing, harmonizing chant resonant to the galactic vibrational harmonic of 13.

'Deification' is a process of the investment of a symbolized concept with psychic energy until it functions autonomously. Often we personify a deity as a human figure. The function of reality as a creation which we can affect is what enables the process. It is belief that sustains and nurtures the deity. 'Demon' is a common word for a vampiric deity. Deity typically require feeding, hence invocation by use of incense, attention-energy, etc.

'De' - earthed sunlight (energy of the sun god)
'I' - into
'Ty' - known, therefore, a vague summation of the formalized concept.

Okay so a lot of this is beyond what I was asked to teach, the request was simply an outline of what the deity 'christ' was intended to be before it was mutated for purposes of social control by a religious government.

Summary:
Christ means: 'the way of Truth results in enlightenment', combined with the way of Love.
Truth. Not lies. Never settle for lies. There is always a deeper meaning.

What is meant by 'christed consciousness' is somebody whose operating frame of reference embodies that; the perception achieved as result of Truth and Love. It has nothing to do with religious dogma or context.

All of this is Belief, it is something we project into the world like a grid onto the chaos of raw potential. It is not something we learn by non-judgemental, objective observation of what is already there. That 'the observer affects the observed' makes clarity based objectivity very difficult which is why we use formalized deity to experiment with our projections, as levers, to comprehend and understand the Reality.
Worship of those levers is akin to a craftsman blessing his tools but it is not the same as knowing the material we are working with.

By the time we are accepting a need to use a lever to perceive accurately, we are already removed from pure observation. Whatever lever we use takes priority over the perceived. That problem is difficult to overcome.

The development of Islam as a second eye to balance Christianty so we can perceive three dimensionally is an experiment, most of the religious followers are unaware of that is what it is.
In brief; Christ is 'I am god' (chokma) while Islam is 'We are community' (binah). They function in balance. Once you strip all the bullshit away and focus on comparing the core teachings of both systems, the end result becomes easier to achieve.

There are two types of belief; in that which is known, proved, actual and in that which is unknown, unproven, not actual. It is an important distinction and we are idiots to use the same word for both things.

In shamanism, the purpose is to perceive objectively (non-judgementally). It uses a different method. Instead of using deity as levers, which are functions of Mind that have affect on the observers frame-of-reference and energy field alike (it creates a bias); in shamanism we remove Mind from the equation so as to perceive objectively.
Shamanism also embraces integrated use of Mind of other non-human spirits to give a second objective by use of ingesting 'plant spirit allies' (psychetropic herbs). Mind is a programmable filter system and calculus. Bypassing it while lucidly experiencing reality can be damaging to people who are ego-bonded. To do so can also help in removing ego-bondage.

Ok spirit, now you can get off my case. ū

Flickers of Hope

This is one from a series of short epigrams entitled: "Coffee House" inspired by Al Raqis.

1st draft.
It needs a re-write but at 1.30 am I need a break. The story could have been shorter and more succinct, but; sometimes things run on for longer than anticipated, as is necessary for the tale to emerge; to do it justice. Things develop in their own time and that is the time it takes. As the guru says; "When the time is right".


Flickers of Hope

Immediately my friend interrupted; "I was eating fruit a few days ago, it was not a fruit I had ever come across before. I do not know the name of it, something foreign I could not pronounce.” This coming from an immigrant drew smiles on pale faces. "From the outside it was really ugly looking; inside the flesh was soft like a…” He looked around to see who might be listening. The assertiveness and timbre of his voice was raised sufficiently to have cut off our agnostic friend who had began complaining about the insanity of the religiously brainwashed. “…I had never before tasted that flavour. It is so difficult to describe. Unlike anything of the traditional western pallet.” He looked directly into the eyes of the disbeliever. "I did not ever know before that I had taste buds in those places.”

He held his hand in what I have come to recognise as a flame position, an emulation of indian temple roofs, his fingertips all pressed together above the palm of the hand. Using the gesture to emphasise his point, fingers exploded outward like a flower opening. He performed it naturally as though untrained. Later in secrecy I mimicked the action and felt how rigid my bones to be. “Beautiful!” he exclaimed, fully rolling the word so that it explored a syllable for every petal. We were distracted once again by the shop owner grunting out a number.

Most of the onlookers failed densely to recognise the story as a defence of cultural tradition. I would not made any sense of it either had we not previously been discussing the merits of an education into such esoteric matters and how its journey changed a persons outlook on the world. Specifically he had been pondering the adverse; the noble mind of the primitive savage in Rousseau’s theosophy and how western culture appeared barbaric to students of learning.

We exited the chip shop, its oily fried cloud hanging in the street, blending with petrol fumes, dampening the cigarette smoke scent of crisp autumn air. Sweaty newspaper parcels of hot spuds squished heat into our fingers and through our jackets as we clutched them to our chests. Our agnostic companion was quiet, either thoughtful having forgotten the rant he had been attempting to establish like a foothold in our minds or gloomy from being interrupted.

We live during a time where Britain is once again being invaded, not violently but by numbers. People born into the migrant moslem holy empire are all over the world, except for Russia whose government claims it has no space for them despite it being the largest unified nation on the planet. Many who live in the urban zones of England claiming to fear the death of Britain as a Christian nation without recognising that to most Brits it has not been one for well over a century, if ever. I laugh and remind everybody that only a thousand years ago the indigenous Celtic religion which with my pagan dreadlocks I feel a closer affinity with, was exterminated violently by the invading Christian conquistadors; all across Europe.

The British Isle is historically a multicultural melting pot; ask any white person living in England what their ethnic origin is in greater detail than ‘caucasian’ or modern national descriptor, they will probably not know themselves whether they are Angle, Saxon, Norman, Norse, and so forth. Eight hundred years ago when the Magna Carta was created, the first British statutory document, based upon the Common Law of our Ancestors who in their wisdom recognised the only method of peaceable cultural coexistence and/or integration is by comprehending one another’s reference points.

My Islamic friend had discovered a way to do this through humour, but; it is an educated humour which is above the heads of most television programmed white Brits. In his own community he is respected for his wisdom, flecks of grey hairs in his beard revealing a transition from being a student to a teacher, from his lifelong study into literature. A passion for knowledge itself is not enough; it is the application of knowledge which is essential, otherwise what is its point?

We finished our chips at the bus stop waiting in the cold for a bus that did not arrive and decided to walk in our three respective directions home. As we ate we discussed the problems of insular societies and the abuse that goes on behind closed doors; how using mis-translations of books written a thousand years ago for stone-age peoples should not be permitted to justify human rights abuses today. Abdul frowned, finding it difficult to speak in derogatory terms and with non-moslems about the problem of Sharia as it is practised the world over; that it is not lived as it was originally intended. 

We resolved that somewhere in the cultural melange is the answer to necessity of change. We all agreed that the difference between wisdom and religion is vast. It is so for everyone; the things which we take for granted as everyday cultural normality, often we do not recognize to be abusive. This is surely as valid in western culture as it is in Islam. Perhaps this is something we can all learn from each other.

In our excitement to catch the bus we had left the chip shop without collecting our change and as a result, even between us we had not enough money for the bus fare anyway. Abdul’s parting shot as we departed for a brisk walk home left us with food for thought: “We do not have Usury in Islam, slavery is forbidden by God.”

Homo Sapien Now

Homo Sapien Now

Runaway train
Running out of rail
Resolution:
Put the brake on

How to slow it down?

Transition Period
In preference to
Infrastructure crash

A forced infrastructure crash so we can control it
Because it will happen inevitably, the way things are going
Some things we need to keep developing
Some things we do not need

What we do need
Is a constant steady supply of food
And clean water for everybody
That is a basic essential

After the Transition
Local Communities
Will be self sufficient for food and clean water
That means getting the resources to everybody
To make that happen

Permaculture is the answer
It guarantees a steady employment industry
It requires polytunnels and trowels
Soil can be composted from scraps
It requires home food production kits
Available to everyone
To make it easier to grow our own supplies in the places we already inhabit

This needs to be a government scheme
The same as with solar panels

We need a realistic deadline to achieve it
It can be done by 2020 (time of writing is 2014)
Globally

If we as a united planet give it 2 years for the message to catch on
Then we can say: 2022 is the Forced System Crash Deadline
By which time we intend to get everybody ready
This is the Transition Period

Between 1970 and 2010;
Half of the animals on this planet have become extinct
Because of the Runaway Train

Truth is; no government scheme will save us
We have to do it ourselves
Governments job is to prepare for Peace to be maintained
After the system crashes
Our job as Human Beings is to get sorted

American Indians taught to Live for the 7th generation;
Leave the world unmarked by our passing through it
That is the mark of civilisation
We have left a mess that even the 7th generation will be cleaning up
If we do not start changing that Now
By 2022 we will be struggling to survive
Ecological Collapse
At which point
Emergency Camps become Concentration Camps become Extermination Camps
Because only the 1% can survive that scenario
And that is the precipice
Runaway train is heading toward

This is real, even if you refuse to believe it

Crucifixing Ego

Actions based on ‘I like’ or ‘I don’t like’ are Ego; they are prejudice. Actions based on doing the right thing regardless of personal opinion, these are Right Action. This is the criteria which people gain or lose respect for. It is a measure of Human Being as opposed to human animals.

Actions based on ‘I like’ or ‘I don’t like’ are Ego; they are prejudice. Actions based on doing the right thing regardless of personal opinion, these are Right Action. This is the criteria which people gain or lose respect for. It is a measure of Human Being as opposed to human animals. 

Q: 'Do the Right thing' according to who or to what creed? 

A: It is circumstantial. Cultural development defines outline guideline. Every person, living or dead, male or female, old or young, black yellow red or white, is involved in defining it. That is what a unified humanity is. Do the Right thing according to 'unified humanity’. 

Q: And what for those who refuse? 

A: For those who refuse, the rest of us must Do the Right thing, which is circumstantial. What is best for 'unified humanity' in that specific circumstances? 

Q: Surely that leads to quango's, power-control groups and alienation? What recourse is there for any alienated party? 

A: On the one hand, the individual vs the masses. On the other hand, the necessity for polarized schools, to develop strategy. The guidance is; Do the Right thing, which is circumstantial. Exposition of the situation to raise awareness for the position of the aggrieved becomes necessary. 

Be aware that it does not say; the individual vs the state. It specifies, the individual vs the masses, which refers to society in general. The state is a cultural device of temporal value. It does not define a culture. So long as it serves the people it has value. When it ceases to serve the people, example; when society is engineered toward serving the state; is an imbalance. It is necessary to identify the state as being the individual verses the mainstream social culture. We live in an era where this is increasingly how the majority of the worlds peoples perceive our global community. 

The question is; what do we do with the state now that it no longer serves the mainstream? "state" is defined as being militarized police enforced collective of (usury banks / governance) enslaving the mainstream into debt slavery culture. It is self-serving. 

Q: what are the 'polarized schools' ? 

A: Informal. It depends entirely on circumstances. So far we have analyzed the state as individual, the individual vs community. These can be re-defined as; 

-power over others (slavery)

-power over self (personal development = spirituality)

This is the core of human energy games. Any system which functions as a streamlined system, has minimal energy loss; it is minimal rather than complex. The greater the complexity, the more room there is for situations of abuse to occur. Such system serves the people both individually and collectively. Competition is the enemy of unified humanity. 

For human history there have been two mindsets; competition based (hierarchic) verses unification (circle of equality). We are all different and this must be recognized. If recognition of difference is not based on a hierarchic system defined by competition, it must therefore be based on a circle of equality which enables people to define their own roles (rather than being dictated as to their role). 

This is a natural ecological model for social structure. It is respectful of individuals needs. A functioning culture permits and enables this.

Socio-Economic foundations

Socio-Economic Foundations

Two of my cousins are international barristers.
My sons mother is a syndicate gangster.
I bridge the gap between castes.

I am a lifelong student of Taoism. 
I have a qualification in Counseling.
I have a degree in Fine Art.
In Fine Art circles I would rephrase that;
I have a degree in The Fine Arts
which is a different bias.

I need to be able to adjust my speech depending on which group I am communicating with.
As an author I find this to be a useful situation for enhancing my understanding and ability to use language.

I was raised by middle-class parents, both of whom were college lecturers in the creative arts; my father ran the whole department.
I regard myself to be middle class.

There is a class divide in Britain.
As a basic analysis, there are 8 aspects of it,
not all of which is hierarchic tier-based:

Ruling class (governmental families and Judges)
Upper class (moneyed society, Law society, big business)
Middle class (academic based)
Lower class (working class, chav culture)
Street class (criminal and destitute)
Police families
Military families

There is a life wisdom in the lower classes, learned through hardship.
There is knowledge in the upper classes, afforded by wealth.
My role
(crossing the areas of counselor, artist, musician, writer;
our ancestors word for these the skills is Shaman)
is cultural integration:
to translate Knowledge so that lot can learn it,
to translate Wisdom so that lot can learn it.
It is the only available way to bridge the class divide and end the caste system.

That's It Eternal

The alchemical-spiritual journey of the transmigratory soul, a form of pure energy and no form of energy ceases, it transmutes.

Visualise protozoaic organisms wiggling around in a test tube, not knowing which direction they are going, shall i go left shall i go right, shall i go up shall i go down? how should i choose? All these thoughts so overwhelmingly important to the protozoa as it bumps into another one and avoids a different one and encounters several others and sees none others for a while because its got space around it to figure out what that's about.

None of this matters. Some god-like human comes along and shakes up the test tube and performs experiments on it so far beyond the protozoa’s ability to comprehend that it simply does not matter what it chooses to do. If its smart it will choose something that makes it happy and if its dumb it will choose something stupid like trying to organize all the other protozoa’s around it into doing something about their condition.

Well, the truth is: We are that. We are those protozoa’s. We physically, mentally, emotionally are more complicated perhaps but the basic essence of our existence is still that. Everything we learn simply teaches us that the edges of reality and the edges of what we are capable of understanding are further away from us than we can individually, or as a group working together in unified strategy, ever be able to fully comprehend.

We just about think we have it sussed with physics and then something even stranger comes along. We remember about other stuff for example ghosts and reincarnation and mostly we can’t even figure out how to contemplate how all that is possible or what its point is. Even knowing that we are inside a test-tube is not the sum total peak experience of evolution and awareness. We cannot figure out the underlaying order to the multiverse or even if there is one at all, or several.

On this principle, our value judgement system goes out of the window. We do not have to face up to why do we care about the things we care about and not care about the things we do not care about; some people think it will help us as individuals and therefore the community, if we do that.

We know that we can project different and often contradicting paradigms onto it. This gives us limited control within a biased and systematic arena. We always encounter things that are outside of that control system. We build progressively toward enhancing our life experience for future generations, while there is an equal yet self-destructive force endangering us, which is also progressively developing. Or we step out of that altogether and find some other distraction.

That's it. Eternal.

2014 SciFi Movie Must List

2014 SciFi Movie Must List

Another Earth
Frequencies
Radio Free Albemuth
Cloud Atlas
Upstream Color

The Zero Theorum
Surrogates

the texture and colour in this image!

There are still a few I haven’t yet seen, if anything else good turns up I will add it to this list but so far the rest of it is all shit.

Transcendence and Lucy are the same thing, and Humans are not ready mentally-emotionally for nanotech revolution yet, largely because the banks are exploiting governments to go to war so it is impossible for the 99.9% of us to spiritualize which is what most of us are into in our own monkey brained ways. New Planet of the Apes of course is always going to be worth checking out.

For the remainder of this blog you are going to have to start taking note of the symbolism. 

Gilliams new one is bollocks, sorry man. But I will explain why. All of your previous films are a hard act to follow. The new one strikes too many chords. It is written about me and my lifestyle. Otaku on Grids, striving for an answer to an undefined quest/question, dealing with psychotic corporations and surveillance culture = other peoples opinions, the ones in control throwing hardship at the ones who believe ourselves to be specialist genius's, although in our isolation we are simply numbers of the same, we have sold individuality to become clones of something disfunctional. The movie makes me/us face up to recognizing that the things which to an individual are ordinary and commonplace, daily routines, they are boring and invisible; yet to the next person, these same things are extraordinary and fascinating because they are different. Even minute difference amplify into vast (searches for analogy - is it a canyon or a forest of difference?). And what Gilliam is doing here, is that he is highlighting how many of us are isolated and exist, come alive only through interface with computer because therein is the drive, the promise, of something better. We cannot detach from it to see that the answer is not in technology. I found this movie to be boring because it is like looking into a mirror. As a social comment, thousands of us react the same or similar way to it. And that is why Gilliam is a genius. That is why this movie is better than we are capable of recognizing. The people with no affinity to the content of this movie will probably have no frame of reference and see it as a mildly interesting bizzare comedy. For us, it is a statement, a voice of what we are at this time in history.  It is the only one of the movies listed that I have reacted to by writing about it despite that it speaks for itself as they all do. Ok Gilliams new movie is not bollocks. As usual it is probably the best, again, although there is less peace there and his sense of sublime is that of the rat.

lana was laurence and andy wachowski do deja vu

Waiting for next year, the Wakowski Bros new one Jupiter Ascending. They seem to have researched it pretty damn well from what the trailers show, reptilians and grays involved in planet farming. Realism is a vital element of quality sci-fi. 

badda boom!

Bruce & Rumer Willis at the debut screening of Surrogates

CYCA abuse cover-up

copy of email to: Tracy Pike (ceo of CYCA) 4.10.14

Due to that I was fatigued by the duration of our meeting last week, I overlooked something you said at the time however it has stuck in my mind and I intend to rectify a misperception. You suggested that I start my own mans group which I am too busy to do and why would I not simply join an existing one, not that there are many. You also mentioned that the majority of men involved in mens groups are criminals. I would like to tell you my experience of the Dads Club that operates across several of the local Family Centers. In five years I have met one man who is an ex-con and a over dozen who are not. One of the ones who is not is now a council member for the county. I am hoping that you will take on board my experiences of this and please stop telling people that men involved in mens groups are all criminals. It is not only false information it is also prejudiced against men, because many men such as myself and many women also are frightened off from mens groups by such rumor spreading. Thank you.

Her reply not posted due to Data Protection Act (I do not have written consent to make it public)

copy of email to: Tracy Pike (ceo of CYCA) 4.10.14

I forgive you for misinterpreting my previous email as hostile, it was intended as informational.
I forgive you for apparently playing mind games to cover up CYCA ineptitude and misconduct.
I forgive you for justifying the gender abuse of me by one of your staff as a strategy.
I am sure you are aware that in the real world, it should not have taken several months for me to express something that takes literally five minutes, provided the speaker is listened to.
I forgive you for being entangled in a situation we all feel powerless to change, of an extremist / terrorist philosophy having infiltrated British system infrastructure under the guise of feminism. I will not forgive you if you are an active member of Female Supremacy Movement, although I understand the temptation is continual and that the way CYCA has treated me is an example to be used as living proof of the reality that it exists.
I retract my previous statement regarding consent to interfere with my financial situation.
You do not have consent to interfere with my financial situation.
I would rather forgo a chance to retrieve over one thousand british pounds owed to me than to have anything else to do with CYCA.
Life is too valuable to waste on that level of bullshit.

image used with regard to new UK Parody Copyright laws
on the basis that they are taking the piss.

1.10.14

The justification given by Tracy Pike CEO of CYCA as to why her opinion is that the actions of her staff member Julie was not misconduct, is that Julie by being mysandrist toward me and ignoring the points I was attempting to raise even where those points were in answer to her questions, is a method employed by CYCA by which the subjects of family mediation are analysed to determine the dynamic between them. Tracy did not justify as to why when I complained about this situation she ended the sessions and that it has taken months to explain to me that what I recognised to be abuse is to their way of thinking a legitimate technique. I am reminded of parents who cause physical abuse to their children by way of smacking them when they have been naughty; of course the mental and emotional scars left by psychological and emotional abuse toward adults is irrelevant because adults are expected to be hardened to it, especially males. Tracy suggested that I start a course of 1-1 counselling with her organisation, which I declined on the basis that my previous interviews with counsellors of two different counties, to see if I need counselling or not, has unilaterally resulted in my being told that I do not need counselling. Also I do not trust CYCA’s techniques. I personally believe them to be abusive, and I am an unwilling victim of the abuse network operating in CYCA.

I am taking this much further to see how far up the chain the abuse network extends. Those who sweep it under the carpet and those who take this complaint as seriously as it needs to be taken will expose themselves by their actions. This is in the public domain; I am sending copies of this to many different departments to gain as much attention about it as possible, including the town council, county council, police and media organisations as well as various support groups such as Fathers For Justice.

The reason why I have had dealing with CYCA is because after my son complained that the bruising on his legs is where his mother had hit him, social services informed me that I should take her to court but advised me that if I was to do so, they would make a statement that I had pushed my son into saying it, which is clearly not the case; as is possible because I made an audio recording which clearly shows that I did not in any way prompt my son into saying it.

Many state workers are afraid of audio recordings, despite the technology being at hand in our ubiquitous mobile phones. I have researched the legality of audio recordings. The courts can and do accept them as evidence. Secret recordings can be made if necessary to expose abuse, where the abuse thus exposed is regarded by a judge to be a worse crime than is making an illegal recording. Recordings can also be made secretly if for the purposes of requiring clarity at a later date for example if one of the people involved in a meeting being recorded, has been mentally impaired. The use of such strategies as those by CYCA are designed to impair people in such a way.

I did not record any of CYCA because they expressly told me that they would immediately leave the meeting if I were to do so. To which my response is always going to be that if you are innocent you have no fear of being recorded anyway, since a recording will prove your innocence.

Feance / Fealty

It comes to something when a guy like me (rare as that may be) is filling in gaps in the public record for definitions of words in the English language. According to my google search, this is the only source for defining the word in the whole internet.

https://www.wordnik.com/words/Feance#define

If something is feance it is 'held in ownership' due to an arranged but as yet unfulfilled contract agreement. Feance relates to the criminal underground word Fence referring to somebody who has received stolen items which means that technically by law the goods has changed hands and is legal property of the new owner, regardless of the original owner. This also has to do with the passing of stolen goods through a gap in the fence between houses, a fence being a boundary line marking out property rights. The word Fiance as in a person who has engaged on a course to be married is regarded to be held in feance by the betrothed. It comes from a time and a culture where marriages were not only of people but were important in planning the future of monetary and valued goods belonging to family households. It relates directly with the concept of Dowry in the western sense, payment for property to be received, in this case that property being the person who is held in feance / the fiance.

The word Fee also relates. There is a connection here with the concept of Faye (modern: fairy) which links it through Fayre (modern fair) this has dual meaning; balanced, just, equal measure and also a celebratory market event where goods are traded and haggled over. Always is the question, what is the true worth of the goods? And in relevance; what, as a balancing factor, is the true worth of the Heart? It is for these reasons that faye-goods are also sometimes called gypsy-goods. The word Fare means 'the goods' alternately 'the provisions', example; humble-fare. Another meaning of Fare is as Fee. As a journeyman, all of this associates with Far and how far one is able to travel dependent on the goods.

The word Fealty also relates, which is a state of debt-ownership. It differs from Feance in that Feance is a) the goods b) the state of ownership at present time due to a future event, whereas Fealty is the state of ownership at present time due to a past event. There is potentially a link between the concept of Fealty and the modern concept Faulty, 'it has previously broken'.

October 1, 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.

Purity Of Integrity

The Purity Of Integrity
and
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

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.

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.

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. 

Psychotics

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
 
EXAMPLE

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.


 
 

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.

Metamorphosis

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.