Tuesday, 23 September, 2008 The Way It Is As a species, the human race must proudly congratulate itself
for turning our planet into a living hell. Those who consider otherwise,
or who feably try to balance matters by pointing to the ‘good’ things
have buried their heads in the sand like the ostrich.
“Be happy with the way things are for you” they say. “It’s the way of
the world. You can’t change that,” they proselytise. Such weak and
negative thinking only helps ensure that things remain as they are.
After all its much easier that way. Go to work, pay the hire purchase
loans,
the mortgage or the rent and the bills and wear the occasional frown
that such bad things are actually happening elsewhere in the world.
And that is the key. Elsewhere.
Saturday,
9 August, 2008
Love—Just
Another Cash Commodity Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun ...
?
Now
we look from our belly button windows and we see war, rape, child abductions–violent
madness on a collosal scale. Whilst all this is going on, we continue
to believe in and present ourselves as intelligent. Somehow something
somewhere has clearly gone dreadfully wrong.
The problem is really very simple. The treadmill-bound perpetrators of
this insanity all lack one thing—a sense of inherent sexual satisfaction.
Oh, I know. I sense the angry surge of your thought at the abhorrent
suggestion that warmongers, rapists, child abductors and the like lack
sexual satisfaction. Such a thing should not be considered. After all
it is, well, embarrassing, seemingly irrelevant and, well, not right.
It is, in fact, just too damned real to be taken seriously.
It is far simpler to blame the transgressors of our so-called system
of social order. Doing so removes the need to look more deeply at the
root of the problem. It provides a solution in a victim, the means
to ease our conscience by being able to apportion blame for what
we perceive as wrong. This is a flawed solution, for those who are
so blamed are
themselves victims.
Looked at across a broader panorama, sexual satisfaction, love, romance—however
you wish to label it—is an inherent human requirement. Our social
structures, our cultures, are based upon loose and poorly defined sets
of rules
and standards that in the main were created to serve their creators
and not the greater numbers and have been absorbed into our varied
castes of life. The so-called ‘freedom’ we might be born into
is not freedom at all but a predefined definition. As long as you remain
within the
definition boundaries you may enjoy the freedoms within. The presence
of human freedom in our world is quite a false assumption. To begin,
freedom and its ideology is given volumes of lip service but by far
the majority of people lack the guts to actually do anything
to defend human freedoms. And have you noticed how willing people are
to force their ideas of freedom on others?
Human beings are vicious and ugly creatures. Alone among the species
on our planet we invented mechanisms to kill and torture our own species.
We invented extermination camps for
our own species.
We burned people at the stake for our own beliefs that they were ‘witches’
and not theirs. We live within and perpetuate our own mess.
We imprison people who step outside of what we have accepted as our
own definitions of freedom. Until recently, western countries jailed
people for engaging in homosexuality. In some countries, notably Iran,
people are still put to death for homosexuality, though you can be
sure that those who enforce the laws live just as ‘immoral’ lives as
those they condemn and execute.
But back to sexual satisfaction, love, romance or whatever. Our social
mores lead us to follow certain things we perceive as standards. Romance
follows a certain pre-defined pattern, mostly all of which require
money in our modern world. If you have access to money, the doors to
romance, love or sexual satisfaction are open wider than if you do
not.
The awful hypocrisy is that in our so-called enlightened modern era we
look back at our history of wrongdoing to others with shame and an
acknowlegement of the errors of our ways whilst at the very same tiome
continuing to perpetrate the very same persecutions against others
we label as wrongdoers, for example, those we imprison for ‘offences’
relating to so-called ‘controlled’ drugs..
Those who lack the modern means to avail themselves of the commodity
of love find themselves living a somewhat barren life. Which brings
us back to the beginning of this item ...
Back
in the 80s I worked for a time on a project investigating UFOs and
the paranormal. It proved an interesting experience although it also
resulted in many fanciful and bogus reports. That was not the case
with US Lt Col Charles Holt's report of an unidentified flying object,
which landed and was detected by early warning and air traffic control
radar in a remote section of East Anglia in Britain.
The incident
has become famous, not least due to a best seller written about the
incident, which also revealed how the commander of the US air base,
who investigated the radar sighting, was later transferred by the
Pentagon to a remote post in the Philippines after filing an official
report of the investigation carried out at the site of the 'landing'
by trained airbase personnel.
There
is a curious correlation between the UFO factor and the paranormal.
Not in the events themselves, but in our perception of them.
Both
are, at least at this point in time, somewhat difficult to prove.
The events described by my good friend Dumas Marchant in the Ring of Tooting are all true, but the account does not include its also
true follow through.
Some
years after the events described in the tale and still puzzled by
them and their significance, Dumas carefully prepared a documented
account of the events and submitted the document to the London HQ
of the Royal Society for Psychical Research, along with a cover letter.
He said he submitted the account on the belief that the BRSPR was
created to investigate such matters of the paranormal and would therefore
be interested. Not so.
"I
received a letter from some guy with a double-barrelled surname that
conjured up an image of a fat geezer with walrus moustache, blotchy
face and red conk and an IQ of minus 30. The letter simply thanked
me for writing and sending the account and suggested I 'see my psychiatrist'.
All he convinced me of was that he was an absolute toss-pot,"
Dumas told me.
It is
not the first time—and it won't be the last—that ridicule and scorn
has been poured upon certain events by the uninitiated and the ignorant.
I know this item is short. It is not to inform, rather to spark interest
and feedback. It has been my fortune, or misfortune depending on how
things are translated, to have had a good many personal encounters
with paranormal incidents and events, similar to that written of by
Dumas Marchant and also that described in the Book
of , also on this web site.
Many
people encounter paranormal circumstances without even realising it.
Some also dismiss them and convince themselves they never took place
to such an extent that they forget about them. Are you one of those
people?
I am
genuinely interested in hearing any accounts of inexplicable paranormal
events. You can contact me through the e-mail link at the top
of this page but please, don't waste my time or your own by sending
rubbish.
I promise
to look carefully at any accounts received and to treat all with an
open and fair mind. None will be published without your express consent.
Likewise, no contact details will be published without prior consent.
And so over to you.
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