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.. to that fair Isle I sail in dreams of plenty ... - January 19, 2018

When I started this site many years ago, it was as a vehicle within which I could upload my recorded songs. Has music been a success story? Not in any commercial sense but that’s not to dismiss commercial – being commercial indicates a popularity due to the songs resonating with others. My songs resonated with me when I wrote them and eventually became what is presented here.

Without that creative outlet I don’t know how much of my tattered sanity would remain. I’m quite comfortable with ‘having had a go’, regardless of commercial success, just as my brief forays into acting were good for me to do – a way of stretching the boundaries.

‘You’ve got to have an interest.’ is true for those of us not completely weighed down by the struggle to survive. Music, the creativity of a changing garden and a consistent sense of mystery along with some minor knowledge of there being much more to our existence than meets the eye – these are constant companions.

I turn away, as best I can, from the obscenities of life in a time of post 9/11, perpetual War on Terror, and the resulting waves of refugees pouring into the seas around Europe as their own societies are devastated in the name of a ‘freedom’ which is itself a hollow nonsense.

I go back to a Syria of three and a half thousand years ago when a mass migration of people made their way to Troy, in what is now known as Turkey. From there, some portion of those people, at a later date, made their way to Britain.

This is a hidden history in the sense of not being well known but this wasn’t always the case. The simple - but not only reason - for this dismissal of the British history of that time was that the city of Troy, considered legend, wasn’t discovered until the 1860’s and if Troy is legend then that British history, whose kings of old trace their lineage to this migration, must also be considered a fabrication.

I’d have thought that this re-discovery of Troy would have a prompted another look at early British history but it hasn’t happened to any degree which would have the established opinion changed.

Having read Velikovsky’s ‘Worlds in Collision’, that date of approximately 1500 B.C. – when this mass migration is supposed to have taken place – resonates. Velikovsky presents evidence of a planetary body passing close enough to Earth at the time of the Exodus to cause devastation in parts of our planet.

Being originally Welsh and now having some time to follow my inclinations, I’ll pursue these lines of inquiry and put together a time line over which people and events will take their place.

As to why a history should be hidden – prejudice, political expedience, greed, corruption and vested interest. Same old story.

When laid up with a broken foot last year, I re-read the Mabinogion – Welsh myth and legend. I still found it difficult to make much sense of those wondrous tales, of other worldly powers, of treachery and courage and of time stood still. And of real magic.

Many years ago, I played the son of a sea god for a radio play which was based upon a story from the Mabinogion. I don’t think I did a very good job – a bit difficult to put oneself in the mindset of such a being - but that’s not really the point. There’s a reality about such stories which mirrors the Aboriginal Dreamtime ‘other dimension’ quality.

In the mid 1800’s the speaking of Welsh was forbidden in schools within Wales and to reinforce this message a wooden board called a ‘Welsh not’ was employed. A bit like a nasty version of ‘pass the parcel’, this piece of board, with a rope attached, moved from pupil to pupil, if a Welsh word was uttered, and hung around the neck. The last pupil to wear the ‘Welsh not’ before school broke up for the day got a thrashing.

As for writing in the Welsh language - that started centuries earlier and the first to make an outright attempt to suppress the Welsh language was Richard ll (1367 – 1400). He attempted to prohibit writing in Wales. His successor and cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, deposed Richard in 1399 and became Henry IV. He continued with that strategy.

Suppress the language, suppress the history.

So it’s a bit of a detective story with sources to check and leads to follow and to put me in good stead for a later voyage back to the ‘Land of my Fathers.’

 

... places I'd like to see .. - January 13, 2018

... elsewhere in reality ... - January 9, 2018

So ... Poole Harbour was built 300 years before the Romans arrived in Kent. A comet devastated the whole of Britain in 562 A.D. There were two historically verified King Arthurs who were separated in time by 150 years – one born around 345 A.D. and who apparently fought and killed the Roman Emperor, Gratian, and one born around 503 A.D. I say ‘apparently’ because I’ve yet to check the sources. Wikipedia makes no mention of this in their article on Gratian - perhaps because Arthur is believed to be no more than legend.

There’s a small problem with the dates in earlier history because the British of the period used the date of the crucifixion as Year 1, thus Year 1 is 34 A.D.

In the British history, as taught to me in school, not much happened before 1066 ... ‘and all that’. And certainly ‘not much happened’ before the Romans paid a visit and beat a retreat 1000 years before.

Yet this runs counter to the British history, accepted as fact prior to the mid 1800’s, and then discarded in favour of that which suited the understanding and prejudice of the time. The sources of early British history in which genealogies are revealed and events recorded aren’t hidden as such – it’s more that they’re seen as suspect.

In the mid 1800’s the physical existence of the city of Troy was yet to be discovered and the story of Troy was understood as something that Homer had perhaps invented. Thus it was an easy matter to assume that British history was also invented because the genealogy of British kings goes back to Brutus who had come from Troy to Britain around 500 B.C.

According to Alan Wilson, himself a historian much ignored by other historians, the first wave of migration into Britain occurred around 1500 B.C. – Albyne was sent by sea from Syria. The second wave of migration arrived with Brutus around 500 B.C.

The mention of a comet grazing Britain and setting the country alight from end to end around 562 A.D., devastating both the land and the population, reminds me of Velikovsky’s works on our catastrophic past. He maintains that within that catastrophic and recent past, the timelines of Egypt in relation to other timelines are inaccurate. His book ‘Ages in Chaos’ presents the evidence. I haven’t read it as yet.

But these are topics which do interest me partly because of Welsh birth but more to do with the bigger picture of histories hidden, distorted, ignored or revealed.

That the universe is electric should be seen as self evident when planetary scarring on Mars mirrors the effects of plasma discharge in a laboratory but, as yet, it’s not accepted by the establishment which, in turn, is often motivated by self interest rather than fact.

That the universe is wondrous to behold ... that our true histories go far beyond what has been told. I know this albeit through a glass darkly.

I’ll link to a talk about ancient British history by Alan Wilson.

..... ancient British history ... - January 9, 2018

.... james corbett .... - January 5, 2018

... almost in place if not already here .. - December 29, 2017

..smart meters and why? ... - December 18, 2017

..... oh happy daze .... - December 12, 2017

‘On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me....’ plays as a carol on the radio. Christmas got replaced by Xmas during my childhood – at least by the commercial world whose interests aren’t well served by Christ’s message. It was disconcerting, as a child to see X replace Christ – ‘X’ marks the spot on treasure maps and ‘X’ also indicates a crossing out.

Symbols exist and run deep through our minds. The use of ‘X’ to replace Christ isn’t trivial and as the decades roll on, Christmas cards get replaced by ‘Happy Festive Season’ pleasantries.

Even in childhood, Santa Claus was replacing Christ, as the primary reason for Christmas, with the emphasis on presents – and who’s going to argue with that?

O.K. – much of the world aren’t Christians but so what? Has the world dared to play around with the festivals of other religions?

This comes up for me as Donald Trump does away, yet again, with reason and placates and appeases the Evangelical Christians who voted for him, by declaring Jerusalem the capital of Israel. As much of the thinking of this branch of Christianity has little to do with good feeling towards Judaism and is more bent upon hastening ‘the End Times’ than a  ‘love your neighbour as yourself’ and ‘Do unto others as you’d have done to you’ approach to life, it doesn’t bode well for anyone – apart from weapons manufacturers. And, as I understand it, any Second Coming can neither be hastened nor denied by the machinations of mankind so the idea of hastening a Second Coming is an arrogant nonsense.

What a heartbreaking year.  

Fracking – if one looks on Google Earth and zooms in on California, thousands upon thousands of fracking operations are revealed. They exist in the midst of orchards and green hills, on the sides of ancient volcanoes and those thousands of wells are multiplied many times over as one moves to the mid west. Can’t help but wonder if the wildfires now occurring in California are being fed by both the weather patterns existing there and also by releases of gas from fractured wells which themselves are being subjected to small earthquakes on a daily basis. You wouldn’t know any of this existed if you didn’t look but I remain astounded by the extent of these operations. They run from the mountains to the sea and exist side by side with suburbs. The countryside, itself, is deeply fractured and reflects those deep divisions in the mindset and world view of much of the world’s population.

It’s the attitude of you’re either with us or against us, permeating the world, which disturbs. If politics and religion aren’t fit topics to discuss, I don’t know what is ‘fit to discuss.’

Meanwhile, many turn off the ‘news’ completely, basically because it’s almost always dreadful. A character from ‘Struggle Street’ – a t.v. program – here in Oz, wails that he only wants to be happy just like everyone else and it’s a heartfelt cry mirrored across the land by those struggling to pay rent in a system which encourages all to ‘get on board’ with a parasitic system – a top down pyramid without the solidity of a real pyramid, a literal house of cards ..... and, of course, the relatively few who play the cards, as they see fit, and with no regard for anything but profit.

No wonder then that Christ’s message challenges the power structure now as it did two thousand years ago.

‘Exit stage left, humming strange and half remembered melodies.’

 

... row, row, row your boat gently down the stream .... - December 4, 2017

The world turns, earthquakes rattle round the globe, wars and rumours of wars, ... and so it goes. Artificial intelligence, the internet of things, smart meters and a brave new world doesn’t just beckon, it hurtles towards mankind as does the cashless society with all the implications seen and unseen.

Meanwhile, here in Oz, ‘same sex marriage’ has dominated the airways and been deeply divisive. Being deeply divisive is no reason to not have a debate – life itself is ‘deeply divisive’ – but there was no debate, just words of fury and resentment sprayed.

Am I in favour of gay/lesbian couples having the same rights as heterosexual couples? Yes I am. Am I in favour of redefining marriage? No, I’m not. Call it a union and leave marriage as it is. This position puts me at odds with two thirds of the population and doesn’t endear me to them but the reasons why I hold that view aren’t accepted as valid by those who just see the same sex marriage issue as one of discrimination.

Tradition? Dismissed as irrelevant but is it when it’s not just a religious tradition but cuts across both culture and religion and has endured as the basic building block of society for thousands of years.

It’s not an issue for which I’d go to war and I’m happy to accept that the majority view prevails but the suggestion that this issue should have been decided by parliament alone and that ‘it’s a waste of money’ doesn’t wash for me.

Some of my family still love me regardless of differing views whereas others just see me as a bigot. Bit sad really. Spent most of my working life cleaning up after others and looking after the disabled and, all the while, accepting people as they are and not as I’d wish them to be. It’s the content of ones character which matters to me and not the sexual orientation. That being said, I have to wonder about such slogans as ‘Born this way’ as if that wouldn’t also apply to less accepted forms of sexual behaviour. There is an agenda at work which will not be satisfied with a same sex marriage victory and I hold that view because nothing in life stands in isolation and agendas are evident everywhere. But perhaps you have to look beyond an acceptance of truth as revealed by the media – a media controlled by those with their own agenda.

It’s depressing but there it is. ‘Same sex marriage’ becomes of critical importance yet the idea of an Aboriginal Advisory body being attached to parliament gets dismissed by our Prime Minister. Who is discriminated against in this society? Not a word from those who have spent so much time, energy, influence and wealth in pushing the agenda of ‘same sex marriage.’ That may not be ‘the truth’ as my own ‘letter to the editor’ on the value of having an Aboriginal Advisory body didn’t see the light of day and, perhaps, there were other letters which suffered the same fate.

Twin towers and Building 7. The hole in the Pentagon. The hole in the ground at Shanksville with no bodies found. If this means nothing to you then you’re not alone but, to me, these are the vital aspects of 9/11 which lead to an understanding that this was not the work of some bearded terrorists of Middle Eastern background.

The system of Central Banks, privately owned and able to print money out of thin air. Banks too big to fail. Wow. Empires come and go but banks are somehow immune from disaster? How is that possible? Sleight of hand and trickery. My intelligent brother in law insists that the Federal Reserve is not privately owned but he’s wrong. The name ‘Federal Reserve’ is very clever. It implies a government connection which doesn’t exist.

It’s a cool misty morning here in the mountains. A Currawong pierces me through the window with a beady yellow eye and I give it some morsel of food. My sister quietly asks me what brings me joy. The playing of music helps and, of course, there are joyful exceptions to my somewhat bleak view of humanity. That there is a spiritual aspect to life, largely unseen and unspoken, is deep in my heart .... or wherever such perceptions reside.

I’m in the midst of a second game of correspondence chess with an old mate who lives on the other side of this continent. The first game took ten years and this second one started in 2009. The games aren’t the point. The connection via infrequent letters are a delight and stand in stark contrast to twitters and facebook connections. I don’t know how much those connections mean to others but they don’t appeal to me. We don’t cover the sort of issues raised here, it’s more about the garden in which both of us take pleasure, his motorbikes, my musical endeavours and the small but beautiful aspects of life.

... grandparents day ... - October 31, 2017

It was a long trip to attend a Grandparents Day at a primary school the other day. It was worth the effort and it was a wonderful and inclusive day.

An ‘Auntie’ gave a welcome to country in which she spoke with clarity about elders and their honoured place within tribal society. She didn’t speak for long and kept it simple and while her words were directed to the children she was also speaking to us – the grandparents. Reminding us of our ongoing responsibility.

I drove home feeling uplifted by both the event and her words. She spent some time talking about respect. That focus stayed with me and, the following day, when our Prime Minister decided that not only would there be no Aboriginal Advisory body attached to parliament but that it would not be a question for a referendum because it wouldn’t get the votes needed to pass it into law, I too  felt as though I’d been kicked in the guts.

I can’t afford despair but it doesn’t stop me from feeling such emotion.

You are wrong, Prime Minister. You show no respect and dishonour our nation.

... is it safe .... - September 15, 2017

It was placed in the space between thumb and first finger and they were very pleased with the result. Now they could open locked doors with a wave of the hand.

It was a small news item the other day. It won’t be long before the microchip in the hand does more than open doors. Pay bills with the wave of a hand. Store essential medical information.

Phones which can only be unlocked by fingerprint or retina scan.

In a multitude of convenient ways, the population is databased and it is convenient but more so when it comes to keeping track of everyone.

I don’t know if people have read 1984 or are just aware that it shows a grim totalitarian future. It’s not the future.

The cashless society can’t be far away. While cash exists the people can take their savings from a bank and will certainly do so if a negative interest rate is attempted by the bank. In a cashless society – there’s nothing to withdraw.

More to the point is the ability of governments to then cut off access to funds to those deemed ‘problematic.’

If that future arrives, full blown and all in place, then the biblical prophecy .... ‘no man may buy or sell but that he have the mark of the beast’ .... will have come true.

Strange. When I was a child and still going to Sunday school, I couldn’t conceive of a society where ‘the mark of the beast’ would appear in subtle forms, invisible to the eye, a microchip, a retina scan, a fingerprint, a device.

two planes, three towers, impossible ... - September 11, 2017

... every breath you take .... - September 7, 2017

It wasn’t always this way. Cold facts of the day are so numerous, so obvious, that keeping mental illness at bay becomes a full time occupation. Jobs are scarce so it’s just as well.

For my first ten years, throughout my formative years, there were few televisions in our village. Some called it the idiot box. Some lauded its arrival as an educational and entertainment tool. There were very few commercials. It was ‘understood’ that commercials break the flow of the drama and so commercials were placed at the beginning and the end of a program. The point here is that it was ‘understood.’ By anyone with a brain cell. What common understandings are there now?

9/11 recedes into history and it remains a false history until it is explained quite how the laws of physics as it relates to ‘free fall’ were suspended on that day. It cannot be explained by the official narrative.

And in the world I inhabit there’s many a false narrative and plenty to act as distraction. Witness the almost universal acceptance of hand held devices designed to what? ... keep us in touch?

‘To act as distraction.’ Not quite sure what I mean. Anything can be seen as a distraction but perhaps the question is more to do with distract from what?

9/11 matters. The implications are profound. It doesn’t prevent me from enjoying activity but it does alter my perception of the bigger picture. Yet the mainstream media cannot and will not touch this subject. No common understanding here.

How is money created out of thin air? Another miracle of the present day given to us by Central banking. The fact that this is fraudulent doesn’t rate a mention in a society weighed down by the cost of living – a by product of this criminal enterprise. Mainstream media won’t touch it yet it profoundly affects the whole world. Again no common understanding.

It’s bitter cold here in the first week of Spring. Howling winds from the Antarctic stream across the mountains. Rising energy prices are of greater concern for many here than the far off floods and hurricanes visible elsewhere. And it’s dry. Been dry for months and the fire season arrives early.

I love this garden. Within twenty years it’s changed shape from a ‘bush block’, beautiful though it was, and become an oasis of Tree Ferns. Don’t know why but I have an affinity with Tree Ferns. The slow growing variety really are slow but they’re tough. They're so tough that you can saw them off from their base and replant the top section. This happens because the whole trunk serves as a root system. Tough, delicate and primeval, there are now a tribe of sixty or so, each with individuality. Some stand solo, few stand tall, others have baby Tree ferns appearing next to the parent. One has a half dozen small Tree Ferns growing from the actual trunk of the parent plant. Like suckling children. They’re remarkable creatures.

In the bitter cold of winter here I have the time and space to continue exploring the wonderful world of UFO’s. It’s just part of that bigger picture, hazy though that aspect be. I’ve seen, briefly, my ‘own’ UFO at close quarters, tree top level and brightly lit, but regardless of that experience I’ve always understood that the universe is not sterile and that it would be teeming with life. To think otherwise is odd – to my mind. Not only doesn’t it receive the focus it deserves, it is still reported with vague amusement if a sighting makes the news. No common understanding there either.

Here in Australia we now have the opportunity to be surveyed regarding same sex marriage and I can’t help but look at the wealth, talent and power with which the gay/ lesbian lobby has pursued its aims and contrast that with the great wall of silence, the lack of input and vigour needed regarding the more important issue of a treaty with the Aboriginal peoples of this country.

So it’s agenda at work, multiple agenda, and many feel unease about the directions being taken.

Sting wrote a beautiful song – ‘Every breath you take’ – it was beautiful for its melody and was taken by most to be a love song. It wasn’t. It’s a song about stalking as the lyrics make clear.

‘You belong to me.’ indicates possession.

‘You belong with me.’ indicates a relationship.

The difference is very clear to me but not to others. It matters because the meaning of words is critical to our understanding – our common understanding.

I’m not equating same sex marriage with the song but pointing out that words have real meaning and that all slogans are lies for what they leave out as much as what they say.

‘Same sex marriage’ is two questions entwined. Am I in favour of gay/lesbian couples having the same legal protections as other couples? Yes.

Am I in favour of redefining marriage? No.

I don’t know that anything stands in isolation and ‘same sex marriage’ also has an agenda attached. We have an Anti bullying program called ‘Safe schools.’ Sounds innocuous but within the teaching programs, until recently removed, is a book called ‘The Gender Fairy’ in which is contained this gem of social engineering aimed at four year olds and up.

‘Whenever a baby is born it is decided by doctors whether the baby is a boy or a girl.’

That’s a twisting of the truth. It’s not ‘decided’ – it actually is. Perhaps one in fifteen hundred babies is born in which sex is indeterminate.

The book goes on to say:

‘Only you know whether you are a boy or a girl. No-one can tell you.’

Again, a twisting of – for most – a self evident fact.

I won’t go to war over this subject but neither will I remain silent. No letters to the editor of our local paper, just this piece to clear my mind and quiet conversation as it arises.

It's still bitter cold and time to water the garden. There are clouds appearing, no rain as yet and none forcast. Nurture and nature, everywhere at play.

...climate change ... - August 30, 2017

... first casualty of war ... - August 22, 2017

It’s been a cold winter and Spring comes late up here. The Magnolia now blooms on a leafless tree, buds opening slowly to reveal purple and cream. The leaves come later. It’s as beautiful as the daffodils beneath the Treeferns - the familiar with the exotic.

We have earthquakes in Australia but they rarely make the news. Not sure why except perhaps a paternalistic attitude which decides that we don’t need to know that.

There’s more to it than that. I’ve been watching Dutchsinse’s youtube channel about daily earthquake activity and the way in which pressure transfers across the plate. He’s informative and passionate about the subject. He’s passionate because, if he is correct, then earthquakes can be forcast, people can be warned and perhaps danger be averted.

The prevailing academic view is that earthquakes are random and thus there’s no great rush for the bodies entrusted with the task of recording such activity to be either focussed or accurate.

These bodies have a vested interest in maintaining outdated dogma even in the face of evidence which contradicts these beliefs. It’s not scientific but it is a human reaction. Close ranks and vilify the heretic.

Google, youtube and facebook – all three entities which promised so much but, ultimately, are now little more than the tools of censorship and data collection.

So many agendas being promoted into societies which are badly - if not mortally - fractured and in need of more than a papering over of the cracks.

Free speech is slowly being suffocated by a mentality which suggests that if others are offended then that free speech is somehow changed into hate speech.

I’ll go to a wedding this weekend. They delightfully don’t want presents so I’ve got a copy of ‘The Life of Brian’ to add to their belongings. I’ll need to not talk about 9/11 or the corrupt and criminal system of Central Banks which enslave mankind. Bit gloomy.

Ah – war – who needs it.

... are you the same, now, as you always were? .... - August 18, 2017

All slogans are lies – for what they leave out as much as what they say.

August 2017 and here in Australia there’s more space given to same sex marriage than there is to World War 3. Unless the figures have changed, the percentage of gay and lesbian persuasion still stands at about 10% of the population.

We’re having a non-binding postal vote on the subject of same sex marriage and it’s unfortunate and ‘by design’ that the question is likely to be phrased ‘Are you in favour of same sex marriage?’ There are actually two questions being asked.

If the question were asked of me – ‘Are you in favour of same sex couples having the same legal rights and responsibilities as heterosexual couples?’ – I would answer ‘Yes.’

If I were asked – ‘Are you in favour of redefining the word ‘marriage’ – my answer would be ‘No.’

This isn’t a trivial matter. Marriage has always been defined or rather been understood as being between a man and a woman. Cuts across all religions and every culture. The family, whether a family of two or greater, is the building block of every society. I see no reason, other than a desire, for changing that definition.

‘You’re on the wrong side of history, dad, ... me and my friends are in favour, we don’t care.’

I’ve paraphrased that quote because it’s the ... ‘..we don’t care.’ which niggles at the edge of my mind. Of course they care and it’s why they’re in favour of same sex marriage. They see it as a matter of unnecessary discrimination – as simple as that. They haven’t seen that there are two questions being asked – all dressed up in a neat little slogan. ‘Same sex marriage.’

The rainbow coalition looks like it encompasses every shade of sexuality but, if that were true, then it should include –  paedophilia, bestiality and whatever the imagination can dream up. Does it?

‘All love is equal.’ ... define love. Not so hard to name aspects of love – selflessness, compassion, empathy and so on, but to suggest that ‘All love is equal’ doesn’t stand scrutiny if love means differing things to differing people. And it does.

This isn’t about whether or not two women can bring up children in a safe caring environment – they’ve been doing so regardless of convention because men went to war and never came back ... or for many reasons. The family was never ideal and neither was marriage.

Am I in favour of change? Depends, doesn’t it.

 

... dual deception ... - July 27, 2017

... how to carve up the world ... - July 25, 2017

... symbols of an alien sky ... - July 19, 2017

.................................... - July 18, 2017

First casualty of war is truth. We’ve been at war since someone decided that they were special. Special to the extent that everybody else becomes of either lesser importance or of no importance at all.

Nothing new in that – there have always been the rulers and the ruled and slavery has always been an outcome of empire. Still is.

Throw in the power of religion and any obscenity can be justified.

Man creates God in his own image and not the other way round. Perhaps it is the other way round but man has debased this idea, creating and maintaining his religions. This is the religion of Judaism and the Talmud is its ‘Book of Rules.’ They are horrible ‘rules’ and they make clear that those who aren’t followers of Judaism are soulless creatures whose only purpose on Earth is to serve Jews. Difficult to accept that this is the truth of the matter, as seen by followers of the Talmud, but there it is.

So their God is not a universal God but a tribal god, a capricious, vicious god - a useless god to me. A false idol. That’s what I mean when I say that man creates God in man’s image. A limited, cramped and maniacal image.

Where is the love? Where are any of the virtues which are held high – the kindness, compassion, care which I find in Christ’s message.

‘Love your neighbour’ and ‘Do unto others as you’d have done to yourself’ replaces the Ten Commandments or rather, there is no need of the Ten Commandments if Christ’s way of being is lived in reality.

I can’t live that way without recognising the value and the need of anger – righteous anger rather than the anger felt by personal slight or injury.

I don’t know what God IS so my limited image makes of God a universal creative intelligence whose purpose is not slavery to dogma but something ‘more.’ That ‘something more’ is not to be found in hatred, nor in power or control.

What I make of this isn’t described by some words, cleverly or clumsily expressed.

The path I take through life is mine alone. The multiple experiences are common to us all but our reactions and perceptions are a different matter. There are also those experiences which aren’t common and, perhaps because of that, they occupy a special place within us. It doesn’t make me special to have experience which I know to be special.

Not my purpose to talk about experience other than to state that, in my experience, there is that ‘more’ that I’ve mentioned. It includes awe.

I don’t know what to make of Islam. If Christ’s message wasn’t sufficient, what need for Islam, what need for yet another ‘Book of Rules’?

So convinced of being right, of having the only truth, man becomes a zealot, an extremist and love is displaced. Perhaps it was never felt.

An appeal to self interest is always present in life. Throw in an afterlife and a potent brew is manufactured.

This isn’t about being anti Jewish – my neighbour is Jewish and knows nothing of the Talmud. More importantly, we are both human. We’re special in that equal sense of being human – it’s not because we’re chosen and find need to maintain that position, by fair means or foul, but because we’re not.

 

... sun shines on good and evil alike ... - July 16, 2017

Blasphemy – as an idea – has to be one of the most hideous inventions that man has created. Not God but man.

If there is but one God and that God IS the universe and ‘all that is’ then how can God possibly be insulted? The arrogance of man, in religious form, has no bounds, allows for every monstrosity on behalf of what? – protecting God’s thin skin?

Monstrosities, atrocities – plenty of real abominations occurring within mankind’s behaviours to not need blasphemy added to the list.

There is such a thing as blasphemy. Man’s inhumanity to man.

There wouldn’t be ‘The Palestinian question’ is not for Israel’s obscene behaviour. All in the name of religion warped. That’s a blasphemy.

... a keiser report ... - July 11, 2017

.... world views .... - July 9, 2017

In my cosmology, once were giants – literally. Does that make me a pygmy I wonder. What is the truth of giants apart from mention in the Bible, in the myth and legend of the Mabinogion, the earliest British history. That ancient British history, tracing itself back to Troy and beyond, was, until the 1800’s, probably accepted as fact. Almost certainly accepted because there was no other British history.  

Names, dates, genealogies were passed from generation to generation as were the stories which linked them together. The Mabinogion interests me because my Welsh childhood contains such stories. Giants too.

In the 1800’s a great deal of that which composed accepted world view changed. Darwin published his ‘On the Origin of the Species’ in the late 1850’s and did so about thirty years after Lyel’s  concept of Uniformitarianism was published. This idea suggests that the world and cosmic conditions which are present today were always present. Seems a bit daft to me when the world is littered with catastrophic events.

Darwin didn’t have to tie his work to the idea of an evolution which required settled conditions, for eons on end, but he did. The idea that evolutionary leaps or changes could occur because of catastrophic conditions doesn’t present a problem for Darwin’s evolution but it is more unsettling than slow gradual change.

Part of the reason that ancient British history was dismissed in the 1800’s was because British history goes back to Troy and Troy was believed to be a legend therefore – if Troy is a legend then that British history is a myth. No factual basis. Then in 1873 Troy was unearthed. While this was a great event it didn’t change history, didn’t indicate that a new look is needed for this ancient British history. It didn’t suit the purpose of the ruling or the academic elite.

Many of the text books of history, geography, geology and other areas of interest were  written in the 1800’s and were still in use in my father’s time at school ....  they’re probably still being used. It takes enormous pressure to change the ‘status quo.’ Too much vested interest and it appears that a generation dies out before accepted wisdom is changed.

I’m watching this happen in real time.

Velikovsky was vilified by a small group of academics when his ‘World’s in Collision’ was published in the 1950’s. The public loved his work but his central idea that mankind has a residual consciousness of a time when the planets moved from their orbits and that ‘myth and legend,’ in all cultures, faithfully records these events, did not find favour with them. It is a wonderful work with footnotes and references in abundance. ‘Not good enough.’ cry the critics, ‘This is folklore and nothing more.’

Our ancestors were liars? Not discouraged by sly attack, Velikovsky looked to geology – a subject which is not based on folklore – in order to make his case for a catastrophic past. Although he made that case, his work is largely unknown. But it is known by those who propose an electric universe and continue to offer proof after proof of the truth of their claims. Not yet accepted by conventional wisdom.

‘So many mysteries.’ murmurs a sister of mine as I ‘bend her ear’ with such subjects. Well – there are and one of the mysteries is why so much is suppressed.

Alan Wilson’s books are hard to find so it was through youtube that I witnessed a hale and hearty middle aged man talk persuasively about the historical King Arthur – there were two, one in Roman times and one a few hundred years later. Dismissed as legendary because he’d have been about 250 years old if there were only one Arthur, Alan Wilson refers to ancient British history to make his case in this and many other matters. One of these was the far fetched but perhaps not, tale of a wave of migration, out of Syria, whose people tarried awhile in Troy and then landed in Britain when it was empty of people but inhabited by giants. Alan Wilson’s purpose isn’t to do with giants but I make the connection.

I watched all the interviews I could find and the sad truth was that his work is largely ignored and he appeared an almost broken man in the final interview. He’d been convinced that the truth he’d uncovered would be accepted because it was factual.

Where’s the profit in that?

Enough of this and changing focus. Yippee for versatility.

... webbots, webhits, it's still a web ... - July 9, 2017

A shaft of early morning sun slices, comes sliding at an angle, through a northern facing window. As we move from mid winter, the sun rises closer to the summer solstice high point and comes bursting in the eastern window, straight through the house – just as it does with megalithic structures such as Stonehenge. I know that this apparent change in the position of the sun is due to the tilt of the earth. Nothing magic about it.

Watched an item about the massive increase in ‘Flat Earth’ videos. To me, the whole subject is a nonsense but the web is full of gems mixed with rubbish. The item was worth watching not because it exposed flat earth as a nonsense but because it exposed the massive increase, over a short while, of these videos. They’re in the hundreds and the bloke posting the item notes that he himself makes videos and it’s just not possible for an individual to create so much material on an almost daily basis. Some weird operation is in progress to confuse the many.

Gems amid the rubbish. Went sapphire mining and found the same situation. Sapphires aren’t all bright and sparkly in the rough – you need to look closely. There’s a lot of dirt between the gems and much hard work needed with no guarantee of success.

Clif High – of ‘half past human’ is a gem. A big picture character with the fine detail to match. And he has a delightful sense of humour.

Among the rubbish surrounding UFO activity lie some dubious characters. Money making enterprises which muddy the waters regarding this subject. It’s a strange aspect of the alien reality that direct observation by hundreds of thousands of people are dismissed as though those observations can all be explained as ‘swamp gas.’

And, of course, the speed of light and the distance between stars would make such contact unlikely ... but that’s putting the cart before the horse. If they’re here then the speed of light isn’t an issue – it’s been bent, warped or otherwise overcome. Why is this not self evident. Limited information – not that. Limited interest perhaps.

A magpie fixes me with beady eye. All fluffed up against the cold it waits to receive a slice of bread. The parrots do likewise and get some seed. It’s a connection I enjoy. Simple pleasures of life and too cold for me to jump into the garden. Those autumn tasks were done and nothing needs my activity for another few weeks. Time for guitar practice and pleasure in playing.

I’d started this website, years ago, as a place to host my songs. Perhaps they weren’t very ‘good’ which doesn’t much matter if that’s the case. Music – that’s another matter. It’s a lifelong pursuit in which I’m making some progress as a guitarist. Thanks to excellent teachers online and something within which perseveres. By the time I hit seventy – not too far away – I’ll be singing cheerful blues.

 

.... a winter's tale ... - July 6, 2017

If we are a flock then children are the sacrificial lambs. I’m so tired of the use of that phrase ‘conspiracy theory’ when there’s no theory involved. Did you never have a secret? Are there family secrets, corporate secrets, government secrets, church secrets? What does it take for a secret to become a conspiracy? A few people who have a vested interest in not revealing facts which threaten their position.

Facts leading to a conclusion. There’s no theory involved.

People are dismissively called Sheeple, perhaps because sheep are easily led and aren’t renowned for thinking - but they aren’t easily led, it takes sheep dogs and shepherds to keep the flock quiet, to get them to follow direction. As to whether the sheep know that they’re being led ... well ... does advertising work?

I count my blessings that I’m not a paedophile and that the opposite sex, with a developed body, is what attracts my interest. It didn’t stop me from being in the clutches of a child molester, for many months, at about aged eleven. A sailing club instructor who, in retrospect, followed the usual path of grooming.

Did it affect my life, my trust, my spontaneity - of course ... to some extent, I can’t see why it wouldn’t. This was more than fifty years ago when awareness was lower about this issue than it is today. Why didn’t I tell anyone?

‘It’s a secret – do you promise?’

It’s sad. It’s more than sad that paedophilia runs rampant in the churches and temples of all religions, is rife throughout the political world.

I was fortunate, I suppose, that my molestations weren’t sadistic or cruel but – I didn’t need them, didn’t ask for them and they didn’t help. As for giving me plenty of time to reflect upon man’s sexuality and the reality that – if you can think a sexual situation then it’s been done and done with gusto. Plenty of room for thought.

The vow of celibacy – how can anyone make such a vow. Sexual energy will not be denied. Temporarily, no doubt, is possible but it will find a way to manifest. That’s my male experience.

‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ asked my parents. How could I when sex was never mentioned and, if I swore, I’d get a clip around the ear.

‘Ah well – you’re all right now aren’t you?’

It’s not about me as a separate individual but more about our common human experience. How else can I explain or understand why this sexual aberration holds such sway over so many.

Not many have the fairy tale life where ‘they lived happily ever after.’  Even if your sexuality conforms to what is seen as acceptable, it doesn’t run smooth and may not run at all. There are the millions – billions throughout time – who have never held a partner in their arms. Does their desire falter or die just because of that reality.

I’d suggest that many with great intellectual awareness have an emotional age which never left the school yard. How would that colour sexual desire? I don’t know – just musing while the third highest Vatican official is about to return to Australia to face child molestation charges.

It’s not a taboo subject but it is difficult. When I was a confused teenager – before I became a confused adult - I swore that if I ever found myself attracted to children that I’d kill myself. I understand that, just as homosexuals do not choose to have that orientation anymore than do heterosexuals, then wouldn’t the same hold true for the whole spectrum of sexual desire  .... unpalatable though that may be. I don’t suggest that people kill themselves but I can’t see how an ethical approach to life can be anything other than a fraud if acting upon paedophilic desire is realised.

It’s the difference between the luciferian doctrine of

‘Do as thou will.’ – which isn’t about freedom of expression but depends upon an attitude of not caring – and  the ethical  ‘Do no harm.’

 

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