The frost lies, bright sparkly, on the deck at dawn. Late winter’s day and sleep patterns disrupted. Suddenly, I’m an old aged pensioner and if weren’t for the fact that I’m long in the tooth - by virtue of receding gums - and my lungs protest about decades of ‘roll yer owns’, I still feel young.
Young in the sense that my mind is still supple, young in the sense that change is something to which I can still adapt, old in the sense of knowing this - that great evil can be uncovered, cause a huge sensation and be, if not forgotten by tomorrow, displaced by some new evil revealed or a cute fluffy dog.
I’ve had this site operating for a few years now. It was a place in which I could place my music. It doesn’t cost much and, along the way, I started writing these little pieces. Something creative for me to do and, although much of the small traffic here is webbots and search engines, a few humans pass by.
I did start off with a blog but the few responses received made me uneasy so I cut the conversation angle and place these writings as ‘news.’ It relieves me of needing to have conversations I’m not looking for and, of course, there’s opportunity for contact if needed.
So I write about the daffodils in Spring, the slow growing tree-ferns, Israel’s ongoing barbarity, my work in the Group Home - now finished - and whatever else comes to mind.
There are two ‘things’ which I’ve found essential when it comes to understanding some of the whys and wherefores which set the stage upon which humanity dances.
One of these ‘things’ is an event.... 9/11 .... the other is the financial system under which we slave and labour.
I witnessed 9/11. Spent hundreds of hours of this subject, realised that to concentrate on conspiracy was to invite the word ‘theory’ when no such theory exists. The laws of physics were broken when those buildings came down. Three buildings, not two as many still believe.
The laws of physics weren’t broken .... free fall speed is freefall speed and cannot occur if ANYTHING is standing in the way. So it is that, inescapably, the official story is false. If that event isn’t worth investigating then I’m just not paying attention to something which has had profound effect upon the course of human history.
The system of Central banking is actually quite easy to understand. It’s a privately owned fraud and continues to exist because ... it’s not understood. I’m not talking about derivatives and futures markets but the fact that every nation on earth is now in thrall to a small group of people who have, by stealth, made the financial system theirs to play with and to literally toy with the world.
Doesn’t it seem odd to you, as it does to me, that money is printed out of thin air to prop up banks ‘too big to fail’ when nothing in history has been ‘too big to fail.’
These things matter as do the daffodils, peace of mind, bullshit and responsibility.
I wrote my song about 9/11 and ‘put it out there.’ I put it out there at zen gardners site and it was warmly received as was I. Zen sent it on elsewhere and so it had its day in the sun and that’s perhaps all there is to it.
I liked zen’s site and met some lovely people there. Most, like me, appeared to be ordinary people, doing the best they can. Many articles appeared there which interested me and if some dealt with subjects which I thought were ‘looney tunes’ that’s o.k. ... I don’t know everything nor do I feel any need to be ‘right’ about anything. Not looking for converts to a cause. Nor am I looking for friends. It’s truth which interests me ... that and the questioning of love. Not the existence of love but it’s application. And so I joined the conversation there.
It’s because I have mentioned zen’s site on this site and done so in glowing terms that I now feel equal need to give the ‘gypsy’s warning.’
I’m not part of the alternative community. My local one is sufficient and, even there, I’m quiet to the point of invisibility. My introduction to some of the more fanciful aspects of new age thinking has come through zen’s site and while some aspects are just fanciful, some are dark, disempowering and downright evil.
Anyway - zen has a dark past which, in itself, isn’t necessarily an insurmountable obstacle to a brighter future but if that dark past is hidden and only becomes revealed by him because of the threat of exposure then this is of far greater importance than ‘Sorry - I made a mistake.’
I write this here because it sets the record straight on this site. I’ve made my position clear on zen’s site. Tomorrow the sun will rise on good and evil alike ... as it does today.