Blog episode 1
As I was saying...
Giving this a first try[out] - just after 10pm, South
African time - a friend of mine this morning saw her first UFO, right here in
EL [East London] - she drew a pencil pic of it, and posted it to facebook, and
one of her friends was totally numbstruck, at the realness of the posted pencil
image - it had shining green edges, and she witnessed it for about 4 seconds
before it just disappeared - I reassured her that I've read recently.\, I can't
remember exactly where, that UFO sightings are going to become much more
commonplace [I wasn't calling her 'common - I think she understood that] - it
might have been at a Michael Tellinger site, on facebook [he the author of
Slave Species of god] - anyway, he has firmly convinced me that we are the
genetically designed/manipulated descendents of an early hominid species that
was somewhere between trees & savannah, about 400 thousand years ago, when
the first Annunaki fellows arrived in their spaceships from planet Nibiru, in
search of Earth's gold that they had spotted from afar, from deep space, and
that they needed so that they could take the gold back to planet Nibiru,
atomise it, and then somehow disperse the atomised gold into their very
owndepleted ozone layer that surrounds Nibiru, anmd that needed patching....
The rest, is history, apparently as written in clay, many
thousands of years ago, about spacecraft, very tall extra-terrestrials [the
Annunaki from Nibiru], and lots of other stuff [written in the Sumerian clay
tablets] that those early scribes could not have known what they were writing
about - and somehow all of this got swallowed up in our Dark Ages, circa
800-1600AD [?] when the Spanish Conquistadors were sailing about, murdering
many people in the Andes, Peru, etc and stealing their gold, which was a remnant
of all the gold dug out of the ground, and collected from streams & rivers
over thousands of years..... apparently the Annunaki fellows & goddesses
all left planet Earth about 1000 years ago [or was it 1000 years BC?] - but
they were the gods among men, who constructed the Egyptian pyramids, as
spacecraft runway beacons, lit up inside by activated crystals - so that the
smooth surfaced pyramids on the Giza plateau/plain shone like bright beacons
that could be seen by the pilots of the arriving spacecraft, so many thousands
of years ago - pretty much everything we can see on Earth today, is less than
12 thousand years old [because Noah's flood was around then, and all that flood
water & silt & debris covered the whole Earth landscape and buried
everything] - the lost city of Atlanta has also been recently discovered, off
the coast of Cuba - big pyramids there too, apparently, and a few sphinxes -
all very interesting, but anathema to God-fearing Christians, as I have
discovered in recent days & weeks, when all well-intentioned, and excited
with this fantastic new look at humanity, I have shared Tellinger's stories
with people I have met & others I know - Well, all in a day's work, or
play...
Life going fairly swimmingly at present, notwithstanding ,me
teetering on a non-virtual edge of real bankruptcy, which has been simmering
since 2010, when I had a very bad business experience with my business partner
who I thought was one of my soulmates - how very wrong we can be - and after I
had given very generous loans to my good friends at the time, some of whom I
don't speak to at all anymore - but I did find my Lotto ticket when I got home
today at about 5pm, after looking everywhere in my bakkie for it, convinced
that at this point in time, today[just passed] - when I have various people
threatening to remove various material items and/or their goodwill from me, if
I am not able to give them x amount of money by Y date - so I was convinced
that because I do actually need a cash handout quite badly right now, that this
would be the perfect time to win a substantial amount of money, on Lotto SA -
and if only I could find my Lotto ticket, bought this past Friday [for R10]
then I stood a very good chance of seeing all the lights light up on the Lotto
till at my favourite supermarket - of course there are very few people I will
tell if I actually do Win The Lotto - which I will find out fairly early
tomorrow.
At other times like this, when I have been convinced that I
was carrying The Winning Lotto ticket, I have been very disappointed at the
'not a winning ticket' message on the Lotto till - recently I viciously tore
the ticket to bits in front of the startled cashier - but she had a good sense
of humour and laughed at my dramatics, when she saw I was just playing the fool
- in my next episode of this blog, I might relate what prank I pulled on 1
April 2013 - a very clever prank, and the funny thing is, when I took the
photos on 1 April, that fooled everybody, I did not even register that it was 1
April - blah blah - I'm off to bed, the wind has just gotten up, its 10.35pm,
South African time, my dear dog Tau is out there in the dark, snuggled as
deeply as he can into the seat cushion of a very nice armchair that shelters
from the rain under the tent awning - but as soon as he hears me pick up the
cottage keys, preparatory to locking up this wooden shed that serves as my
office, kitchen, wardrobe, toolshed, library etc, he comes out of the dark at
me with shining eyes, and slips past me
to arrive before me at the door to my adobe cottage, where we both sleep
indoors, he on a foam ball cushion thing covered with a blanket [on very cold
nights he gets his body blanket strapped onto him, and he then is covered, by
me, with another blanket/sheet - and he has learned to stir as little as
possible from that sleeping position, because once I'm in bed, almost right
next to him, and I'm asleep, if he moves and causes the blanket to no longer
cover him - well, he must wait until the morning when I wake up, and recover
him with blanket or sheet. I sleep on a thin foam mattress, under increasing
numbers of blankets as the winter digs in, and on the cold nights I have taken
to sleeping with my beanie on - for the first time in my now fairly long life
[our DNA was programmed by the Annunaki to give us fairly short lives, as we
peter out around 70/80 - the Annunaki on the other hand live forever - but more
about that another time....
What fun, this blog thing - that I can spin out maybe a few
people 'out there' - but trusting that I am doing it with a sense of humour,
and totally without any malicious intent [another topic I'd like to chat about
- Impeccable Intent...]
Goodnight Fellow Earthlings, sleep tight :)
Blog episode 2
some more of the same....
I am awake pre-dawn this important day [for me] of 25 June
2013 - I woke at about 6am, and its now 6.50am, I'm sitting back in my toolshed
office, early blue-grey daylight just starting to colour the sky outside that I
can see through the doorway, above the wild fig tree [that reminds me, a friend
who visited here on Sunday - they were last here about 6 months ago, nothing
bad happened, life just gets/is very busy these days - anyway, we were sitting
almost under the Wild Fig, a small fire going that we made a small braai on,
being South Africans, and not yet totally cured of the habit of eating meat [it
does taste so good] - and she picked up a fallen fruit/fig off the wild fig
tree, broke/bit it open gingerly, and after I told her that the monkeys raided
the tree whenever they could/can get past my dog Tau [they've taken to visiting
when we're not home, which nowadays is most of every day] - so my friend took
some explorative nibbles at the wild fig, and pronounced it ok-ish, saying that
if the monkeys can eat it then surely we can? And so I decided that I will make
my very own wild fig jam - maybe even sell some of it down the road at Lavender
Blue for an exhorbitant price per bottle - and my friend's spouse, also
braai-ing with us, said I should make the jam on the fire, which I will do, seeing
as I do love making a small fire....
Where was I? My swaer
[brother-in-law] who I have much time for, emailed me a short while ago to say
he has already read my first blog episode, and he had nothing negative to say,
so no family relationships disturbed in that quarter thankfully - not sure how
the rest of my slightly extended family will take to what might be said here,
by me, in pages to come - as this is 'stream-of-thought' writing, as I imagine
any creative writing should be?
That suddenly brings me to my all-time favourite author, DH
Lawrence, who lived & died in the early 1900's, born around 1890 or so in
old coal-mining England, was vilified as a writer for 'obscenity' etc when he
finally published Lady Chatterley's Lover, and who died somewhere around 1930
somewhere in France, I think of 'consumption' which might be Tuberculosis/TB as
we know it today - and in his 44 or so years on this earth, he wrote much, much
of it in his later years in Mexico and Italy, where he walked out and sat in
nature, and just wrote in notebooks, and
after some re-writings sometimes, sent those scrapbooks to various editors, and
so wrote some of the most beautiful books I have ever read - I have all of his
books, essays, short stories - there must be about 30/40 of them, mostly in
paperback, Penguin - and his poetry is the only poetry I have ever found that I
enjoy reading - he is forthright, had much to tell the world, about creativity,
morality, vitality, and just plain commonsense, but beautifully argued writing -
I regard him as a genius writer [anybody out there wanting to read Lady
Chatterley's Lover should also read another shorter book he wrote after the
publication of that book, and after the massive protest by hypocritical/plain
stupid & bigoted people who had sway in Churches, Politics & Society
way back then, and who objected to his forthright approach to the subject of
sex/uality, preferring to keep it very much further away from the innocent eyes
& ears of the uninitiated & innocents - they accused him of obscenity
etc - so he wrote another book in response, and in his understandable anger at
the stupidity & hypocrisy[sp?] of his attackers - the book is called
Apropos of Lady Chatterley's Lover, and is a document in its own right, a
beautiful book to read, exposing the silliness & nastiness of his
detractors, who hid behind the edifices of Church/Conservative Society and
attacked him from those safe & strong fortifications....
He lived a very full life as a writer - was very poor most
of his life, but he wrote about The Power of our Blood, our Lifestream, and
about ancient civilizations, and their way they lived & celebrated Living
& Life [read his book on the Etruscans, so Beautiful] - and he described,
for me, the most sensible way to live & look at the World. To live Vitally,
and hopefully courageously and honestly.
Another author who touched very much on those themes was/is
Carlos Castaneda, who as an anthropologist visited the remnant Red Indian
tribes in the hills & towns of Mexico, and over the course of many years
became part of a group of 'sorcerers'/naguals he found there - men & women
of incredible Power & humour, who had practiced the Way of the Warrior, to
enable them at the moment of death, to fly past the great eagle, which would
otherwise snatch the life-force of the departing soul - they practiced Lucid
dreaming, Impeccable Action & Intent, and the philosophy filled many books
and hopefully enabled Castaneda to retire comfortably somewhere in Mexico/USA
[some people say he was a fraud and actually made all that stuff up?] - I think
he had much wisdom to share, however much of a fraud he might/not have been as
a writer - especially relevant nowadays for me, his repeated writing about
Impeccable Intent & Action, in this world.
Allora [which means OK in Italian - as in 'OK lets get on
with whatever then and stop skirmishing about with side issues - I spent almost
a full year in Italy, in the 1992/3 period] ..............allora then, what else to
say as this new day breaks by such subtle degrees into light & noise of
distant traffic - as I was walking from the cottage earlier in the pre-dawn
dark, with my headtorch on [its not really necessary, the moon being so full
& bright as it is now] - I was thinking about various things which I thought
I might write about in this my second blog episode, and most of which I have
forgotten!
That somehow brings to my mind another of my all-time
favourite writers/authors, JP Donleavy, I hope he's still alive - an Irishman
who was living in New York apparently, in the 1990's [I hope I'm not confusing
him with my favourite cartoon artist/writer, who created the Ernie cartoon,
which morphed into The Piranha Club cartoon strip - the funniest cartoon strip
I have ever read, it was published for many years in one of the PE/Port
Elizabeth newspapers - maybe The Herald?]
Anyway, JP Donleavy, an age-ing Irishman, had/has the most
sardonic/blasphemous/ irreverent sense of humour in his books, which deal with
the day-to-day mayhem in the lives of his central characters, who get up to all
sorts of mischief & madness in the labyrinths of Dublin & other unnamed
cities, and he is the only author I've read who has had me laughing out aloud
& long, all by myself wherever I was at the time - I started with one of
his [I think] early books - A Singular Man - where his central character is
obsessed with his own impending death, is a young-ish man, has a gorgeous
secretary with whom he maintains an absolutely professional distance in the
office & out at parties, while sharing with the reader his dark/er and
verging on perverse thoughts about the same secretary, and many pages are about
the various creditors trying to track him down, and his letter replies to the
creditors are hilarious - he had a 'clipped' humour/style of writing, which I
find/found very funny...
OK. Allora, enough for now, here's wishing everybody a
productive and lovely day - it looks like nice weather [a woman ex-friend who I
lost contact with when I & some friends departed from Cape Town some many
years ago] - her riposte to any comment about the weather, that ended with the
word 'weather', was 'Tickle my ass with a feather' which I found funny too :)
Coming soon on this site, some thoughts about Healing
[emotional/cathartic healing] and about our energy auras [we all have them,
even if anybody out there chooses to think they and their friends &
offspring, poor things, don't have such things] and about another Wonderful
Person in this world, Deepak Chopra and as much of his writing/teaching as I
can touch on ever so briefly, I'm still very much a novice in the Enlightenment
sector, where Chopra & others of his ilk reign, thanks be to them :)
blog episode 3
the moon has become an egg...
...now 2 days post fullmoon, and it looks more like an egg
now, than the round ball it's just been - amazing how fast it changes - I
noticed that while looking up at the sky at 4am today [up early] while gargling
with some warm salt water - I have just realised I am in the early stage/s of a
throat/chest infection :(
....I saw the now waning moon, clearly no longer a round
ball - as it was sometimes completely hidden from view, then would appear for
moments in a gap of fast moving cloud - a huge blanket of fairly uniform cloud,
moving across the whole sky, shades of grey, or maybe more blue/black ink, the
thickest parts the darkest - and I'm not sure how to best describe that kind of
cloud - it's a cold front weather system that's travelled from Cape Town a day
ago, and must herald some more cold winter weather, after the plusminus 10 days
we've just had, of warmish weather - summer days in winter, with frequent warm
northerly winds, mostly blowing through at night...
An old friend, I will call her H, from my 1980/90 days in
Durban, used to call this kind of cloud a Mackerel Sky [sp?] - that name she
got from her larger-than-life but departed father, who I think she had adored -
he was a fisherman, and a man among men, from what she told me of him, and he
had embedded in her mind the Mackerel Sky image and term - which was a sky of
very high cloud, static, that looked like the scales of a mackerel fish - well,
the sky I saw earlier was definitely not the scales of a mackerel - much lower
cloud, and moving fast across the sky & moon, so not a static display, and
also much fluffier cloud - actually ghostly - I must look up a list of cloud
types, there must be one?
So much for cloud and clouds..
Something clouded my day yesterday, which was an otherwise
'awesome' day, here in Slumtown - I was privileged to be part of an intense and
stimulating meeting of 3 minds during the morning [mine one of them] in what
must be one of the nicest boardrooms I've sat in, one level up from a busy
suburban street - a brainstorming session, which I have a strong feeling will
result in something that will colour the political and social landscape of the
Eastern Cape in the months and years to come [and that's not grandiose
thinking:)] - it will do more than colour the landscape - it will shape it
also, and in a constructive and empowering way, very much at the Grassroots
level...must be careful of lapsing into political jargon & mindset :)
...[watch this space]
And then after that nice adrenaline/boardroom rush, a chance
meeting with another very beautiful being, in a supermarket of all places, and
it was like meeting an old friend, because of the way this new acquaintance
just glided along with me, from checkout til to parking lot - just lovely - and
I handed over my very last bright orange/red business card [I must have more done] and [she] said
don't fret pet, I will sms you my number, and she never did - so I've tried to
dismiss her from my mind - she only entered it yesterday - and I know, from
past experience, that the longer you don't hear from somebody[new] - the more
faded their image becomes - but she was truly beautiful, and mystifying, and
just so absolutely 'there' - as I said, she fitted like a glove, and walked
& talked with me as if we had already spent a lifetime together [a very
pleasant lifetime]
Ah well, I fished for shad last night, from pre to post
sunset, at my nearest and favourite spot, with a line of other shad hopefuls,
but the shad just didn't come, even though the conditions were superb - a flat
sea, a slight off-shore wind/breeze, from behind us, the water not too cold or
warm, high tide and receding, and just a nice wave brushing by at wave
intervals - spectacularly beautiful, no shad, and eventually my dog came to
call me back to the car, and I went with headtorch, fishing tackle, and
thoughts of her, and realised she had greyed my day, after the first sunshine
of our meeting. I had already rehearsed my reply to her, when she finally did
send me her phone number as she'd promised to - it was going to be "Geez
[her name]! You certainly know how to make a boy wait/keep a guy in
suspense" - either one of those :)
So what do I take from this sad/happy incident?
Certainly a hope that she suffers from some kind of amnesia,
and she is actually a living angel, here on this Earth to meet me and be with
me, and she just innocently forgot that she had met me after she drove away -
maybe she will notice my business card, and that might jog her memory...
Or, more realistically, that she crashed her car en route
back to work, about 200m away, and lost my biz card in the fracas
Or, maybe she just did lose my card?
Or, she looked at my very new blog page, and decided I was a
nutter...
Or, she spoke to one of my ex'es, who maligned me - although
I have only one EX in this town, and she should paint me in favourable colours
if ever she discussed/e me with anybody, or else there's scant kindness or
fairness in this town, let alone the World......
Or, maybe this one must just be left as a big mystery, and
the beauty of our supermarket meeting not be tainted by any of my wishes,
urges, 'gut-wrenches', or repeat memory flashes of her image...
My phone just made one of it's noises/beeps - which means I
have a message of some sort - maybe its from her?
That's how its going to be for the next day/2, or maybe even
longer - because she was ultra-lovely, folks, and if I was a Rock star, I'd
already have written a few songs about her - as it is, I have already got one
of the Gonubie beadworkers working on something, since yesterday afternoon,
about an hour/2 after our first meeting...
Is there an 'unofficial' or gentlemanly agreement that
personal lives will not be discussed/aired on blog sites??
No, its obviously left to each individual to judge what is
appropriate/not, to share with his/her friends and other inquisitive persons :)
So, subject closed, for now.
What else?
It's already 6.30am, the rest of East London is waking up or
stirring in their beds - already I can feel the cooler air, of this cold front
that has passed overhead - now the cold air follows at ground level - going to
be a nice cold start to the Festival in Grahamstown...
Ok, bye 4 now :)
ps...its almost 8am - I walked out earlier, looked up at the
sky to re-examine the cloud, and Hey Presto [that's a half Italian term btw] -
I think - the sky was almost completely clear of cloud! As if the earlier
totally silent and ghostly procession of this massive cloud bed across the
whole face of the sky had been an apparition - if it was, it would have been an
ominous one..... :)
[I
try to pretend I'm not superstitious - although, as my very old friend B accused
me of many years ago, I think I must admit that I do suffer from what he called
"a penchant toward magical thinking" - I felt very insulted by his
saying that at the time - I think it was around 1984!]
.......MUSINGS......
I just thought of that as an appropriate working title for
this column.
And to continue with the Moon theme - this is 2 days post
fullmoon - looking up at the sky at 4am today [up early] while gargling with
some warm salt water [I have just realised I am in the early stage/s of a
throat/chest infection :( ]
....I saw the now waning moon, clearly no longer a round
ball - as it was sometimes completely hidden from view, then would appear for
moments in a gap of fast moving cloud - a huge blanket of fairly uniform cloud,
moving fast across the whole sky, shades of grey, the thickest parts a dark
grey - and I'm not sure how to best describe that kind of cloud - it's a cold
front weather system that's travelled from Cape Town a day ago, and must herald
some more cold winter weather, after the plusminus 10 days we've just had, of warmish
weather - summer days in winter, with frequent warm northerly winds, mostly
blowing through at night...
An old friend, I will call her H, from my days in Durban,
used to call this kind of cloud a Mackerel Sky - that she got from her
larger-than-life but departed father, who I think she had adored - he was a
fisherman, and a man among men, from what she told me of him, and he had
embedded in her mind the Mackerel Sky image - which was a sky of very high
cloud, static, that looked like the scales of a mackerel fish - well, the sky I
saw earlier was definitely not the scales of a mackerel - much lower cloud,
anmd moving fast across the sky & moon, so not a static display, and also
much fluffier cloud - actually ghostly - I must look up a list of cloud types,
there must be one?
And it might have been different shades of ink-blue/black,
as well as grey, over the white moon...
So much for cloud and clouds..
Something clouded my day yesterday, which was an otherwise
'awesome' day, here in Slumtown - I was privileged to be part of an intense and
stimulating meeting of 3 minds during the morning, in what must be one of the
nicest boardrooms I've sat in, one level up from a busy suburban street - a
brainstorming session, which I have a strong feeling will result in something
that will colour the political and social landscape of the Eastern Cape in the
months and years to come - it will do more than colour the landscape - it will
shape it also, and in a constructive and empowering way, very much at the Grassroots
level [watch this space]
And then after that nice adrenaline/boardroom rush, a chance
meeting with another very beautiful being, in a supermarket of all places, and
it was like meeting an old friend, because of the way this new acquaintance
just glided along with me, from check-out til to parking lot - just lovely -
and I handed over my very last bright orange/red business card [I must have
more done] and [she] said don't fret pet, I will sms you my number, and she
never did - so I've tried to dismiss her from my mind - she only entered it
yesterday - and I know, from past experience, that the longer you don't hear
from somebody[new] - the more faded their image becomes - but she was truly
beautiful, and mystifying, and just so absolutely 'there' - as I said, she
fitted like a glove, and walked & talked with me as if we have already
spent a lifetime together [a very pleasant lifetime]
Ah well, I fished for shad last night, from pre to post
sunset, at my nearest and favourite spot, with a line of other shad hopefuls,
but the shad just didn't come, even though the conditions were superb - a flat
sea, a slight off-shore wind/breeze, from behind us, the water not too cold or
warm, high tide and receding, and just a nice wave brushing by at wave
intervals - spectacularly beautiful, no shad, and eventually my dog came to
call me back to the car, and I went with headtorch, fishing tackle, and
thoughts of her, and realised she had greyed my day, after the first sunshine
of our meeting. I had already rehearsed my reply to her, when she finally did
send me her phone number as she'd promised to - it was going to be "Geez
[her name]! You certainly know how to make a boy wait/keep a guy in
suspense" - either one of those :)
So what do I take from this sad/happy incident?
Certainly a hope that she suffers from some kind of amnesia,
and she is actually a living angel, here on this Earth to meet me and be with
me, and she just innocently forgot that she had met me after she drove away -
maybe she will notice my business card, and that might jog her memory...
Or, more realistically, that she crashed her car en route
back to work, about 200m away, and lost my biz card in the fracas
Or, maybe she just did lose my card?
Or, she looked at my very new blog page, and decided I was a
nutter...
Or, she spoke to one of my ex'es, who maligned me - although
I have only one EX in this town, and she should paint me in favourable colours
if ever she discussed/e me with anybody, or else......
Or, maybe this one must just be left as a big mystery, and
the beauty of our supermarket meeting not be tainted by mwa
My phone just made one of it's noises/beeps - which means I
have a message of some sort - maybe its from her?
That's how its going to be for the next day/2, or maYBE EVEN
MORE - because she was ultra-lovely, folks, and if I was a Rock star, I'd
already have written a few songs about her - as it is, I have already got one
of the Gonubie beadworkers working on something, since yesterday afternoon,
about an hour/2 after our first meeting...
Is there an 'unofficial' or gentlemanly agreement that
personal lives will not be discussed/aired on blog sites??
No, its obviously left to each individual to judge what is
approprite/not, to share with his/her fellow humanoids.
So, subject closed, for now.
What else?
It's already 6.30am, the rest of East London is waking up or
stirring in their beds - already I can feel the cooler air, of this cold front
that has passed overhead - now the cold air follows at ground level - going to
be a nice cold start to the Festival in Grahamstown...
Ok, bye 4 now :)
blog episode 4
something strange happening out there...
It's 10h10, here on my hill - I've just stubbed out my
third/fourth cigarette of this beautiful new day, after only a few drags [they
don't agree with flu] - and I just walked outside, into this nicely crisp new
morning, pale blue sky, cold front cloudbank over the distant sea horizon - to
check the shape of the moon, now 3 days after fullmoon - and the moon isn't
there? No moon in the sky? That's very strange, and I hope there's an easy
explanation?
Ok, so my swaer some 400km down the coast, southwest from
here, has given me a decent amount of feedback & encouragement, that these
early blog posts are reaching an appreciative if not extensive audience [my
sincere thanks to him]... and I'm not after any kind of mass readership - this
started as an experimental sharing of thoughts and experiences - hopefully
moving in the direction of us all realising that our Energy/energetic bodies
all intertwine [as I have gleaned from the gurus like Deepak Chopra et al] -
so, this is just my toe in the Ocean of Universal Love & Humour - of Living
Lightly & with as much Compassion as possible, while still maintaining the
right to roll up my driver's door window at any iintersection where a
persistent beggar thinks he has the right to plant himself[usually males]
squarely outside my car window and demand money & my attention - even if
I'm typing away at an sms, while trying to engage first gear as the lights go
Green....
Where was I? ....... a short while ago while updating my
daily diary I wrote something somewhat poetic? Or is it Prosaic? So I'm copying
it below, to save me some rewriting :)
............Another beautiful winter’s day, clear pale blue
early morning sky heaven, its 9.30am, John A came by at about 8.20am to collect
the trailer, with his 2 men – I gave them oranges, which according to the book
‘Eat for your Blood Type’ I shouldn’t eat oranges [nor bananas, so bang goes my
most staple fruits smoothie regime – onto apples] ............
Totally quiet out there – helped along by my ears being
somewhat blocked up with mucous, my body’s gift reaction to whatever flu bugs
have infested my various mucosa – but scant breeze or air movement, stillness,
and gentle early morning light..........
So a truly lovely day out there, and I'm vacating this
writing stool very soon after shutting down this writing machine, and then
getting into my driving machine, and going into town, where all the action is,
and where my day will slowly unfold, or maybe quickly........ will get back to
all this later [wishing you a superb day Swaer!].....
blog episode 5
Ask [out aloud] and you shall [apparently] receive.........
....today has flashed by, auction at 11am, then back home
about 2pm to drag a trailer load of bush down into an excavated shale/sabunga
pit, large anough to turn a bakkie and double axle trailer around in, no
reversing.... then up to the fuel staion to put some more juice into Bertha,
thirsty girl that she is, and back to the two-man team & trailer for one
final trip to offload cut branches, then back toward town, the 2 men now
catching a ride on the emptied trailer, with their bicycles that they usually
pedal those 12km on, in traffic & fading sunlight - I had to meet fellow
filmmakers O&Z, who when I met up with them, in the parking lot of a large
retail centre, they invited me into their car, and hit the laptop Play button,
and there played 3.5 minutes of a beautiful sequence of images of the Molapo
San people, images I haven't seen since 1998, so nicely edited - and i can't
see how the documentary funding committee will be able to resist funding some
more of that...
Then to Bonza Bay Beach just because Tau feels let down if
he doesn't get to a beach on any given day, plus, the traffic home was about
3km bumper to bumper in first gear stuff - and on the beach I read a link
posted to me by Shane Derrick Joncker [I don't think he will mind me mentioning
him/it] - about Kryon and his message of Love, and that we have only to ask,
and everything we ask for will be Manifested - so I asked to win the next
Lotto, and the next, just kidding, but I did walk back to my van Bertha, asking
aloud for a few things I'd like to manifest - there is much manifesting during
this period as it is - somehow, life seems to be in the Downhill Snowball mode,
more & more happening, and at a faster & faster pace - let's see how it
all turns out :)
[I have pasted/posted Shane's very inspirational link to my
facebook Timeline - its an amazing read]........ok, now for some disprin &
green tea & honey...
blog episode 6
here goes.....
Sunday 30 June 2013
# 6.30pm, its dark
& completely still outside - as if time has come to a standstill - its felt
like that a few times in the past days - mostly due to very gentle winter
weather - and often I have caught myself thinking at these very still times, if
perhaps Madiba has passed on, and this is the Earth's response to his passing -
as if Everything is holding its breath, or breathing very lightly.
Its been a few days since I've sat at my laptop, having left
it with an associate so a software program I needed could be downloaded to it,
the laptop - now Sunday, I got it back late afternoon, the software still
uninstalled, but a promise to have it done tomorrow.
This past week has been a tumultous one, in which I have
also been without my washing machine, after the internal drum jumped off its
attachment springs in a very bumpy ride back home on my trailer - that after
being fixed by a friend who trades in used washing machines - now, after being
declared in working condition, and then the trailer 'roofie-ride' during which
the drum sprang free and smashed into the main timer mechanism, it seems I must
let my machine go to join all the others at the scrapmetal yard, where all
defunct washing machines eventually end up, metal now having a price on its
head - and I must find another, with which to diminish in a few washes this
grown pile of worn clothing in my overflowing washing basket.
I've noted to myself also, that the past period has been for
me a time of much change in my friendships - with almost all of my erstwhile
friendships dying off, a very small handful of friendships coming through this
washer with me, and then a flowering of many [it seems] new friendships - and
strangely enough, very recently, a wonderful 'connecting' with men across the
'colour barrier' - men who seem to have come through their own fires, and have
been burnished into a state of Openness, Seeking, Humility, Brotherliness,
Generosity of Spirit - unlike my experience of my erstwhile same colour
friends, who its seems have gone down another avenue, toward a place of
smallness, sometimes nastiness, self-preoccupation, irritability,
non-generosity [of material/spiritual matter] - and I don't care to be there
with them at all, in what seems to me now a place of cancerous/dark energy -
I'm much more attracted to generosity of Spirit, and Open laughter, and quiet
seriousness, that is yet comfortable, and enjoyable.
I have also asked the god/s of Karma, not to hit me with
another load of suffering for any perceived arrogance in me, for thinking these
things - for thinking I can choose to be friendly with certain people rather
than others, because of my perceived slights and brushings-off by these
erstwhile friends - perhaps I'm just going through an over-sensitised period
[we HAVE just had the fullest moon we will see for another 25 years apparently]
and maybe in my self-imposed seclusion I have been harbouring subconsciously
some resentments toward total innocents, friends who no longer contact me, or
who reply to my gentle/homorous feelings-out with irritability and
unfriendliness, and others who seem to take me for granted... I could go on, I
suppose, but I won't & shouldn't :)
Maybe I'm just imagining it all - but there are some rules
of thumb - as was pointed out to me some
days back, in a philosophical discussion with another friend - that in the
absence of any explanatory scientific theory for any phenomenon, one must adopt
the 'simplest theory/explanation' - I had to agree, but for me, in that
particular philosophical discussion, I remember that I had a 'gut' feeling,
about what I felt/thought - no matter that some philosopher of Logic had
decreed that the Simplest Explanation must be resorted to in any case of
scientific befuddlement - I held that maybe even better [certainly for me] - in
a case of Scientific Befuddlement, let one's own Gut Reaction [if one should have
a strong one] be one's guide - because I remember that in that Philosophical
Discussion, my Gut Knowledge went against the Simplest Explanation - so, that
very long-winded note given, what I'm trying to say, is that notwithstanding
all the Hormonal/Moonphase/other possible emotional imbalance factors, that
might be making me Overly sensitive and therefore imagining Unfriendliness from
certain old/existing friends, I'm going with my Gut, which says "Let every
man/woman take responsibility for their actions and words [and more subtle
things like their Energy] - and if they are themselves in any state of
Flux/upheaval, in their lives/heads/hearts, then let them at least admit that
in one/another way to the people they regard as their friends, and not instead
attack those very same friends as if they [me] had done them some wrong"
I will not tolerate it, or stand for it - I will leave them
to their misery, and when they are ready to emerge into
friendship/cameradie/good humour again, then let them come & find me if
they like, or else let them stay with their old friends who chose to stand by
them regardless of insult, or with whatever new friends have joined their
circle/s.
I have come to see that friendships are in a state of
continuous flux - and that friends are not bound to one another as married
spouses are meant to be, through thick & thin, good health & sickness
[of soul]
That reminds me of what DHL wrote so long ago [DH Lawrence,
in the 1920's] - that he had never witnessed such bitterness & hatred between
any two people, as he had seen between two people [usually husband & wife]
who had been forced, by social/personal convention, to remain with each other,
sharing their lives, long after they had begun to hate each other, and should
have parted ways....and he was a very clever man folks :)
A final note, maybe, on friends & friendships - just
yesterday, I experienced one of the most joyful and rewarding days of my life,
interviewing [for a TV program, about our Madiba] some of this country's
sporting greats - they all happened to be men, and with a history of
involvement in Boxing, and as fluent in their Xhosa mother tongue as they were
in English - and they were without exception, men who it seemed had been
through their own fires, and who had come through with humility,
thoughtfulness, seriousness, but also good humour, men who I'd like to think I
could go into The Trenches with - that means men who you think you can trust to
look out for you, in a situation of death & hand-to-hand combat - men who will
not desert you in order to save their own skins - but whatever it was that they
gave to me, or that we shared [perhaps it was because what we shared was/were
reminiscences of Madiba - how he had touched their lives, and how he had
actually been somehow pivotal in each of their lives, just through his
selflessness, his genuine concern for each of these men, as it seemed he was
with every person he met - lets face it folks, I think he is going down in
history as one of the World's saints]
And so I had a very rewarding day, one time close to tears -
but after what could have been a tiring day of 'work', feeling energised,
alive, and as if I had been injected with a stiff dose of Universal LOve...
Maybe, if I think of it, the best day thusfar in/of my life?
It was that good :)
And finally - what, I ask myself, does it come to, or come
down to?
Probably that Love thing that Deepak Chopra, and another
leading light in the world, Don Miguel Ruiz, are espousing - that in the end -
all of our energies/energetic fields are subtly connected, and that the perfect
state to which we should all be heading, is that of unquestioning Love - like
that a baby has for its mother [Jesus was perhaps the chief Love advocate]
And, they have also proved, in experiments with water, that
when priests bless water, and call it Holy water - it IS in fact Holy water -
there are photographs taken of the molecular structure of water to prove this -
that when you say thank you, and are thankful, for the water you are about to
drink, and then do drink, that water is molecularly perfect, and has a highly
beneficial effect on/in you - as opposed to water/liquid that is imbibed in a
negative state, of hate or anger perhaps - the molecular pictures of that water
show molecules that look like cats with their hair on end, as if they were
standing on an electrified grid with the voltage on max - the blessed water
molecules in contrast have various Mandala structures, very beautiful forms -
wierd stuff happening out there, and all around us and even inside of us, at
every moment - the answer - Love yourself, get to a place of Love & Trust
in your world, and you will know if you have arrived or are maybe perhaps close
to arriving, I think, when you start to have belly laughs - not malicious
laughter, at anybody/anything's expense, but just some moments of uninhibited
laughter at the funniness of things people say, their jokes & stories - and
those hard laughs give you a charge maybe akin to the hormonal release/high
that runners experience - Laughter is good folks, as is Love, and don't forget
Joy, and of course aerobic movement................ :)
Sunday 7 July
1.45am - I woke at midnight,
after 4 hours sleep - now in my shed, with Ocean & Moo for company, gnawing
at last night's bones - the air cool outside again - apart from that, extremely
still out there - I've twice whistled for Tau, when the girls seemed to hear
something and perked up their ears - he comes running from the cottage, into
the shed for a nuzzle, then back to his warm bed - we're on alert after 3
hooded men robbed a neighbour at gunpoint a few nights ago, at 8pm
I haven't been much on facebook
in the past few days, so no new inputs from Deepak et al - my internet platform
still so unstable that it's a bother to go on - and my recent ebulience at life
has calmed somewhat - it seems true - when your candle is burning brightly and
you are giving off a bright light, many moths fly into your orbit, and there
can be a great fluttering and exchange of energies - I'm not sure how the
super-charged moths keep it up, week after week - I do know that while driving
to the beach a few nights ago, with the 3 dogs [I went there at about 5pm to
avoid the rush-hour traffic going home] - a kind of heaviness settled in on me
- some kind of acceptance of my aloneness in the world - it wasn't unpleasant -
a kind of steeling of my soul, a syntonic grimness, of me-against-whatever-might-come
- and I had a very quiet walk on an almost deserted beach, wintry, cloudy,
cool, with fading daylight, and as we turned back across the beach toward the
car, some scattered raindrops fell - a great grey and darkening landscape of
waves, shore, sand and sky, with the last reds of the setting sun reflecting in
the wide expanse of still water of the blind river mouth - reminded me of
Conrad's Heart of Darkness which I've never read.
And I suppose whatever dark
or hue-layered energy I feel, has much to do with the interactions that happen
with other humans, mostly, day to day - the dogs just give love constantly -
the humans on the other hand, come with their thoughts in their heads, and
their emotions, either dark & angry, or light & lovely, and as James
Redfield wrote so at length about in his book The Celestine Prophecy, you get
the energy takers & the energy givers - beware the former.
Which leads to another
feeling/thought - that the very angry amongst us, I think, are very primitive
beings - angry dogs and animals - from all the hurts they have had - but as
long as one's life & feelings remain unexamined, you will just keep on with
the same reactions, eg. anger, until you become a bitter & old & angry
person - I feel that angry & primitive people will age the quickest - much
better to meet a happy peasant than an angry one - and the angry & mindless
can be violent - another facet of primitivism.
So, without joining the
own-navel worshippers, I do believe that a decent amount of self-examination is
needed by all, in order to grow, mature, and become a wise & gentle &
beautiful soul and maybe as one walks along this path, you get to a place
beyond which you will no longer engage with negativity, where you learn like an
expert ice-skater to see the skid patches up ahead, and to gracefully and
easily swish past, maintaining an effortless and light speed, gliding past any
dark and primitive encounters, that would snatch like thornbushes at your
energy if they could, to snag you or tear bits out of you in their dark &
angry whorls - the trick is perhaps to not get at all snarled up in anybody's
bad stuff - don't give your energy to them - conserve your energy, as Carlos
Castaneda taught, in his doctrine of the Warrior's Way - he also wrote, very
humorously, about pranking about, and about the Folly of Life - how to keep an
eagle eye on your world, and how to always be aware of your impending death -
not morbidly, but knowing that you have perfected the art of Living Impeccably,
and that when you do die, it will be an almost conscious act, and you will be
able to steer your life force, your departing whisp of soul smoke, past the
Huge & powerful all-devouring Eagle in the sky - so keep your energy, keep
your spine straight & strong, be proud without being disdainful, be kind
without becoming a rag to beggars, be artful, alive, Vitally Alive as DH
Lawrence stressed - be big enough to forget yourself, and enjoy what the world
has to offer you - me too please :)
blog episode 8 Thurs 11 july 2013
I think about 10 days to go on my free trial at SimpleSite,
home of my first blog - as with my daily diary, the blog entries have been a
kind of summation, or recap, or rather a final fruition of my blooming soul
[forgive the analogy] - but its like a tree that bears fruit, or a flower that
flowers - a giving forth of the multihued flower or fruit that is the gift of
that plant to nature at that moment of its maturity - and that makes me think -
what fun Deepak Chopra et al must be having, giving birth moment-to-moment, to
books, advice on his facebook & other sites - his continuous giving
forth/out to souls around the world, made possible by the internet & global
village the world has become - and he & others like him are at their
cutting edge of their developing philosophies - they are our current messiahs -
preaching Love, Wholeness, Acceptance, Forgiveness, all very much the same as
Jesus did, but this time without the bondage to God of the Christian bible -
without the guilt of sin - without the leverage of the threat of Eternal
Damnation, which Michael Tellinger has so thoroughly explained, and made easy
to discard - it was all the attempts of the alien Annunaki visitors from planet
Nibiru, to control the human earthlings, who they had cloned hundreds of
thousaands of years ago, here on our very own Earth - from our primitive
ancestors, the early hominids, to be their slaves, their collectors of gold,
and their miners of gold underground, once the easily collectable alluvial gold
had been collected from the streams & lakes. They needed it to replenish
their planet's depleted ozone layer, to re-constitute their atmospheric layer -
much as we on Earth seem to have developed our very own Ozone layer holes and
depletions.
And they programmed our ancestors to live to about 70 years,
and then to die - unlike they themselves, whose DNA is not programmed to
destruct - they live forever - and so are presumably still alive out there on
their planet Nibiru, hurtling through space, coming back in a big loop through
our galaxy, and around our sun, once in every 3600 years - I wonder when their
next passing is due?
And the heaven promised in the Bible, is actually an
ascension to live forever on planet Nibiru, folks - its recorded in clay on the
Sumerian clay tablets that are still being translated, much like the
hieroglyphs/graphs in Egypt - learned scholars have apparently found that the
Christian Bible as we all know it to lesser/greater degrees, some amongst us
able to quote chapter & verse, of Old & New Testaments - our Bible - is
merely what the early Catholics, at the Nicene conference, circa 300AD, decided
to compile as the Word of God - they left out all the references to the
Annunaki, our masters from hundreds of thousands of years ago, who were
regarded as Gods by our early ancestors, and feared because they could fly
across the sky, and could suddenly appear from the clouds, and they had awesome
powers, enabling them to obliterate entire cities, which they indeed did do -
like Sodom & Gomorrah, in the Old Testament - with fire - many stories in
our Old Testament, of many thousands of disobedient people being vapourised, or
wiped from the face of the earth, because they were disobedient to God - well,
apparently that God, who wasn't too worried about destroying large numbers
ofpeople in a single stroke [of apparently nuclear power] was not the loving
God we have been taught to love, father of Jesus, but was instead our alien Masters,
who regarded their earthling slaves as nothing much more than animals &
dogs, and did not flinch at destroying them, by the hundreds & thousands.
Its in the Old Testament to be read.
Remember the plagues of Egypt - imagine the wailing of those
innocent Egyptian mothers, at finding all their firstborn sons suddenly dead,
one night or morning, in their homes - and all because the ruling pharaoh king
would not let the Israelites go, depart to their Israel, across the Red Sea,
led by their man Moses [who was apparently the offspring of a coupling between
an Annunaki male and an Earthling female - it is written in Genesis - chapter 6
apparently - that the Nebirim came to Earth and found the daughters of Man
appealing, and mated with them - that's apparently where all the Old Testament
prophets came from - starting at Noah, through to Moses - they all had the
'inner circuit' - superior DNA, which gave them lives much longer than the
usual 70 years alloted to men & women
- its all in Michael Tellinger's
book, Slave Species of god, a Must-Read - and its all based on archaeology, not
faith/wishful thinking - my dear & deceased mother lived by Faith, in what
she was rigorously taught was the Word of God - and I could not imagine her
life otherwise - its a very sound moral philosophy, the teachings of Jesus [he
was apparently duped by the Annunaki masters, and used by them, to once more
keep the human race in subjugation] - Jesus apparently did somehow survive his
crucifixion, and did rise from his tomb - and went on to join the resistance
movement against the then Roman oppressors, somewhere in Israel/Palestine, and
he died at age 76, and had 3 children with Mary Magdalene, his wife....
Back to my mother - I think I would have had to share these
things with her, and she would have thought it scandalous, that I could
question the Word of God - that was always Forbidden, in our church - but she did have a sense of humour, and
intelligence, and I think that slowly I might have been able to tell her this
story, about how we have all been brainwashed, by well intentioned missionaries
and Men of God - preachers, pastors, whatever they call themselves - why don't
they read Tellinger's book/s - the evidence is irrefutable - its written in
clay, and it shows how all the religions of the world, from ancient time/s,
share the same Abraham, etc - it takes perhaps a blindness to not be able to
see it - a modern day primitive fear of the Wrath of God - that we might go to
Hell for daring to think logically...
I have digressed into Religious Dogma - let the masses &
individuals believe what they want & need to - but let them be told that
the evidence is there for them to read, and its very interesting, and maybe
even liberating - it does not mean that humanity can or should now slide into a
seething mass of degeneracy and perversions - which strangely enough it might
just be doing - like the Babylonians who got too big for their earthly boots
and who made God very angry - no, I think it means that every individual must
take whatever moral teaching he/she has learned, and mold it into their daily
Intent - I still believe in the things that Jesus taught, very much so - he was
probably the most advanced man for his time that ever existed on Earth - and he
preached his message of Love and Compassion, of the innocence of children, and
that 'unless you be as children you shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven' etc
- so after all my years of my own brainwashing, I end up with a respect for the
man Jesus, and an admiration for him, much as I have an admiration for our very
own Madiba, himself a bit messianic - and also Deepak Chopra - maybe owr best
example of a living prophet & messiah - again, a preacher of Love.
So finally, it seems we must take a hold of our own souls,
and try to dispel all selfishness and bad intent from inside us, try to be
truly loving, and kind, and forgiving, and giving, and non-judgemental [now
that's a hard one] - but remember Jesus also said 'why do you inspect the grain
of sand in your brother's eye, when you have a log firmly stuck in your own
eye', which must surely be affecting your visual abilities, if not as well be
giving you a headache & a certain amount of irritability too.
And don't leave out Goodwill [another hard one, when you
have been robbed by some of your fellow earthlings, of material goods and often
worse, of your happiness and innocence :)]
But apparently, our robbers and our persecutors here on
Earth are also our Teachers, and if they seem sometimes evil, and to have black
souls, then that's only their own pain, visited on them by their parents, who
in their own turns were suffering their own pains, inherited from their own
parents, ad infinitum - maybe that's what was meant by the 'sins of the fathers
being visited onto their children, unto the Nth generation' etc...
And now, as humbly as I must always try to be, let me finish
off this my very own diatribe, by aknowledging that whoever you are, having
read this far, or maybe you just skipped to this final paragraph and missed all
the nonsense above - well read this then [got you!] - there are people much
more worth reading, Michael Tellinger, Deepak Chopra, etc - men who have
devoted their lives, or large bits of them, to delving into their own souls,
and into all sorts of archaeological & other research, to serve on platters
in their books, their gifts of discovery - try to read them :)
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