Farewell to 2013...

11.30pm, feeling too well fed, after a lamb stew supper at friends – and too many xmas days of eating more than usual – it’s been a tumultuous time, more of the same – Madiba’s funeral at Qunu, then xmas, then an interview with the apparently top party organiser in the world, here in East London over xmas to visit with his family – and how gracious and eloquent and pleasant he was – he said that he thinks it is his upbringing in an East London family that gave him that special blend of warmth & charm & rapport with fellow beings, and that has brought him to the stage he is on, a friend to Oprah Winfrey and a party organiser & confidante to some world Stars – good old East London, birthplace of some interesting people & artists

East London certainly revving up, or getting revved up, by some outside & inside persons, for a mega music festival event from 29 to 31 December, at the farm OppiePlaas on the Haga Haga road – I have very recently discovered Haga Haga, for me the jewel on this beautiful coastline – something very quaint & old fashioned about Haga Haga – maybe it’s the geography there, that has allowed only a strip of development & houses along its bay – and in centre spot is the hotel, caught in a nice time warp of elegance and unpretentious beach cottage style – a place that has been expanded over the years, and has managed to not become ostentatious, or hard-edged – just simple rustic elegance, in tune with its simple surroundings

Closer to home – I haven’t ventured much into the city, of East London, over the past days – I did find that the scene at Nahoon Beach has changed, Gonubie not so much, but in many ways its festive season, with the seasonal businesses getting their annual cash injections from the big xmas holiday spend of both locals & visitors – and by sometime in January, these businesses will have a fair idea of what kind of year they will have in 2014 – either a year of ease and/or expansion, buoyed up & along by a good xmas innings, or perhaps looking at a long struggle into 2014 if things did not go very well over this season

It’s been a fair enough season for me – working at the Mandela funeral has brought in some much needed income, although I would have worked there for free, just to have been there at that historical moment – it was a gathering of some of the world’s top media people, journalists and news staff, and I was happy & felt lucky to be among them

As 2014 looms, in these last few days of this closing year – for me it has been a year of solidifying, of some friendships, and of myself as a person in the world – a year of much new information, in many areas, but especially those of diet & healthy eating, and the thinking around positive energy, ala Deepak Chopra & Oprah Winfrey et al, and a plunging into the labyrinths of Conspiracy, much of it surrounding Barak Obama & the Pope, the Annunaki and the world bankers, the People who Control Everything – the Dark Forces, under increasing pressure of the Light Forces, who are apparently winning the fight for the future of mankind, and who will possibly very soon in this coming new year, bring about the Big Event, which will usher in the much spoken of Golden Age, when men & women will be freed, unshackled, from their slavery to institutions, from their 8 to 5 life sentences, from their bond repayments and pension & medical aid payments, and all the rest – where men & women & children will again be able to live joyfully and spend time in nature – they might be forced to if all sorts of grid systems like satellite communications & electricity grids and communication systems  etc get disrupted for a while – a return to Eden – except it will not be a bountiful Eden, with fruit trees and fruits for the plucking – it is being painted more like a Mad Max movie, with some bands of people already forming up to become the Prime Marauders, plundering the survival caches of the Survivalists who are stocking up on water, food, medicines and all sorts of things that one will need when you can’t go anywhere to buy anything or to get anything fixed, or get fuel  to put into your car’s fuel tank – at the time of the Big Event, you will hopefully have your own water tanks, and garden of some edibles – sad about the people that find themselves in the winter season when it all happens – because as far as I have been led to believe, the shutters will be coming down, worldwide, and cash will mean nothing for a good while – what will count is food & water & shelter, and guns & ammo, for those who find the need to perhaps protect themselves & their families & possessions, from the mobs & marauders

I’m taking a few precautions, filing my dog’s teeth razor sharp – he enjoys the attention, and I think he finds bone chewing a lot easier – I miss having a gun – I handed mine back to the SAP in about 2004 when there was that big country-wide call to surrender our arms or to buy gun safes and get training at gunstores & certificates that you could use the things properly _ I was living a kind of itinerant life back then, and the easiest thing was to hand back my 9mil – with hindsight, I should have clung onto it as did most of the farmers throughout the country – I think they have some kind of genetic  knowing about these things – survivor genes, encoded into their DNA, from years of frontiermanship, fighting against wild beasts & men, to keep whatever they had got, and what their forefathers had reaped by their labour and with their guns – it reminds me of a friend who lived through the last years of World War 2, as a child in Italy, scavenging the lands for fruit or bulbs or any scraps he could find to take back to his mother, to feed their family – that survival experience was imprinted on his child mind, as must have been the holocaust experience on the minds of the people who survived the Nazi death camps

But with the Big Event, all the baddies will be given a chance to repent, or maybe they will be somehow punished – they are the very people who have caused most of the wars in the past hundreds of years, because those wars did enrich them, the suppliers of armaments & the big construction/rebuilders after the wars, and the Bankers who acted as the middlemen for all of it – all those millions of young & not so young men who died, from bullet wounds, blasts, gasses, radioactive damage – apparently the newest generation weapons are in the sphere of sound waves, or other damaging waves, that can obliterate & destroy anything in their path – and I’m sure that when the big guns start firing, there will be some nuclear bangs making the biggest noises & dust clouds

That brings me to Fukushima, of Japan, which is apparently totally out of control and unfixable, and the Japanese government and the owners/designers of that nuclear facility have finally held up their hands, admitting that they don’t know how to fix the damage, that is causing a massive amount of radioactive leakage into the Pacific Ocean day by day, and hour by hour – with stories of heightened levels of radioactivity across the board – in  Hawaai and along America’s western seaboard, and with large amounts of dead sea animals in the Pacific and in some vast areas, a 98% destruction of seabed & ocean life – all very scary

So it seems to me that we go into 2014, with massive amounts of Hope – and in my little corner, also much hope, and some excitement, about the HagaFest – and we also enter 2014 with the usual smorgasbord of death & destruction around the world, from disease, malnutrition, road accidents, diseases of the rich, like heart/blood pressure – diseases also caused largely by ignorance, about proper diet, but at the same time, diseases cause by widespread greed & overindulgence – the ‘greed’ thing having caused a massive move away from ‘natural foodstuffs, and wholegrains, to societies of people indoctrinated by television and globalist companies bent on packaging foods into boxes and packets, easily available at a network of supermarkets and food supply stores across the globe – where almost everybody has become so used to buying their daily foods and piling them into cupboards & fridges, and then whipping up meals from packets & tins – if one could link up all the very many dots, one could perhaps propose a Grand Conspiracy Theory – that of enslaving the world’s population to brands of food, washing powder, cooldrinks, etc, in a massive and somehow co-ordinated chess game, played by the Boris Pasternaks of Marketing and the Oligopolists – and what for?

Maybe just because of the hunger for Power in a certain few men, the hunger for Wealth, and to have their beach mansions somewhere private, where they can indulge their passions & desires – sounds a bit like a script for a Marilyn Monroe /President Kennedy film

And it seems, in the dying days of 2013, that China is finally raising its fist against America, and threatening sounds are coming from the Chinese, flexing their muscles – some kind of archaic spirit reviving there perhaps, the Spirit of the Samurai, of the yellow people, in their vast numbers – and how they suffered, landlocked and hidden from the world’s view, and from the tv cameras, way back in the early 1900’s, under Mao Tse Tung [was that his name] and the Cultural Revolution – where some kind of anachronistic/primitive spirit took hold, and neighbour turned against neighbour, and millions of people were tortured, or displaced, and spied on for years, and nobody could speak their minds, nobody could say anything that could be deemed traitorous against the Chinese State, or else you were deported  to some very faraway place in China, maybe never to see your family or loved ones again

A similar thing happened in Russia, under Stalin, so many year ago – was that also early 1900’s? The deportations to the Gulag Archipelago

So we humans, worldwide, have come through some terrible times – not to mention the massive tribal invasions that happened in Africa, the spearing & stabbing of men, women & babies, the burning of villages; and then there was the extermination of the native Red Indian peoples in America all those hundreds of years ago, the annihilation of the Incas & the Mayans even further back in history, by the Spaniards, the murdering of the indigenous Khoi & San People in Southern Africa by the early settlers & colonists from the 1600’s onward – the history of humankind, apparently, is one of killing, of slavery, of greed, and here & there a few prophets, wise men, benevolent rulers, and always the masses of people, the workers, who make it all possible by their subservience to their rulers, by their indoctrinations to be obedient to the rule of law in their lands, puppets & cannon fodder, and a small few heretics and lunatics...

With the latest thing, the information age, our world is finally exploding into a shared consciousness, via facebook, twitter etc – maybe it had to reach this point, where the revolutionaries everywhere can now expose the evils of greed wherever they see them – can expose the Catholic Church, for the global monster that it apparently is, protecting some of its priests from charges of pedophilia, and hoarding its secrets and its gold in vaults under the Vatican

And yet every new morning we are woken by birdsong, and flowers blossoming, and nature shooting up and out from the earth its millions of growing things, that are fed by the sun and the moisture in the air – and we have such beautiful places all around us, beautiful coasts, skies, sunrises & sunsets, rivers – mine is perhaps an elitist experience – I do not live in a squatter camp, here in SA, nor further north in Africa, maybe even in a refugee camp there, after most of my family were slashed to bits by the Hutus or the Tutsi’s, and where thin mothers and babies and in the burning sun, in long queues, to get their daily meal, and flies are plentiful – what radical juxtapositions there are, from Hollywood and Manhattan and Paris/London, to the Pacific and other islands, and then to Asia/China/India/everywhere – how much ongoing and simultaneous suffering, alongside opulence and depravity and greed, and then also the white light of enlightened souls, talking of Love & Forgiveness & Joy, and living each moment as if it were your last.

Our own recently buried icon, Madiba, an example to the world, of honour, thoughtfulness, generosity and kindness – maybe that’s all we can do, in our own small spheres of action & influence – be kind, patient, sharing, playful, happy – and maybe those eternal qualities can be my New Year’s resolutions for 2014, to go forward humbly yet playfully, with gratitude for what I have, and for the friends that I have, and my dog, all of whom brighten my days, and make the passing of my days most times happy, and sometimes fretful J

1.20am, time to go to sleep, and almost 2 hours of writing this, my farewell to 2013 J

The passing of Madiba on 5 Dec 2013....

5pm Friday afternoon, 6 December, sitting in my wooden shed, a soft rain coming in showers with a gentle south westerly wind – I am strangely at peace, suspended in a kind of cocoon of silence, and maybe the world too, after last night’s news of Madiba’s death at about 9pm

In East London town today, at Kim’s auction, not much mention of Madiba, although there was a Madiba print sold, a large Black & White, one of a limited print edition of apparently 500, this one sold for R500 – and there was a  relative silence at the auction about Madiba, in counterpoint to all the news stations in SA, radio & TV, broadcasting non-stop news about Madiba

So it seems the world is holding it’s collective breath, and here in East London, a gentle rain is coming by in waves

I was favourably impressed last night at President Zuma’s announcement on TV – he appeared so statesman-like – with his yellowing skin, he looks almost alien, reptilian, but he carries himself with dignity and poise, as the current Father of this nation

Madiba had ceased, for me, to be a focus of attention in SA news in the past weeks & months, after the earlier attention some months ago when he was declared very ill & admitted to a hospital in Johannesburg – and now, this final quiet news, that he has gone

The etv news reader, after Zuma’s announcement, was so irritatingly [white] psychophantic, and soul wrenching, that I changed the TV channel – please no Whiteys, or Blackeys for that matter, wringing their hands & hearts for the nation, trying to express their huge sadness at Madiba’s death – maybe that’s why I liked Zuma’s very matter-of-fact announcement – he didn’t try to gain any kind of mileage out of this event

So this silence, and wetness on the leaves from the rain, as we all wait to see the whole show unfold over the next few weeks – presumably the national road past Qunu is finally fixed, and Madiba will find his final resting place in the family graveyard there at Qunu, where once I filmed him burying another member of the Mandela clan – or maybe he will be laid to rest at Mvezo – I’m sure the powers that be know exactly where it will all happen - I hope to be at the burial, a state funeral according to Zuma – it will be a world media event, and a very historical one

And we now have Madiba up there in the sky, along with the angels, and as he said, he will be with the ANC Party in the hereafter – and we can now beam straight to him our thanks, and our admiration, and each of us now has equal access to him via our thoughts and our hearts, as he must be smiling down on us all J

and summer's here...

Waaaal, so much has happened, since August/Sept/Oct,  including very recently, a friend telling me he has seen in a dream, the start of a 5 year descent on this Earth, into an ice age, starting this December/January – and the signal for this cooling down worldwide, will be a huge comet show in our skies, starting Xmas 2013

Apocalyptic Times indeed

On my homefront, I have learned more about fishing, from an expert fishing friend, who I also interviewed, kamikaze style, in his home, for an article about Fishing that is to appear very soon in the east londoner magazine. I wrote another 3 articles for this same publication, a monthly magazine for East London - the first edition came out on 22 October, and I think it’s going to be a very nice mag

The other 3 stories I wrote for the 2^nd edition of the mag – the Xmas 2013 edition, are: a story about Drifting/motor racing, one about the Crossways Shopping Centre [and the Slow Life Movement] and lastly, a short report about the launch in EL on 30 October of the Bare-it-all-for-Cancer Birthdays Calendar, in which for each month of the coming years, East Londoners can check out the naked bods of groups of EL men, the pictures taken by 8 different  EL photographers – the whole enterprise being Linda Jacob’s contribution to the cancer treatment sector in EL – creating a cash fund that will be used to assist people in EL who need immediate money support when cancer is diagnosed & they start treatment

I have btw started my own Cancer Treatment muti supply – which is a locally available herb, ground up fine in a blender, then put into a glass jar and covered with vodka – screw the lid on, give it a good shake, then place in a dark place, and about ¾ weeks later, with hopefully daily shakings of the jar, you have a deep green liquid, which contains all the complex canabinoids that have been leached out of the plant by the vodka/alcohol – this is reputedly the top cancer treatment muti known to man?

I’m going to take some as a preventive measure – since I believe that this muti must have cellular repair/anti-oxidant/toxicity properties, and it comes with a nice enervating state of mind & being nogal

I am also cutting my teeth as a writer, and loving it – also becoming more & more adept at extracting from facebook much very useful information about health, herbs, the Universe, good & bad energy, etc – among the many lessons to be learned, about Karma etc, is one big lesson, which is to not ‘take on’ another persons heaviness/load – that is their Suffering, and also their Lesson,  from which they will grow  

I’ve had an insight too, along these lines, which says pretty much that if a person has not had a big Suffering experience in their life, they cannot/will not become properly mature – so suffering then becomes a very necessary part of growing up, and not something to be avoided at-all-costs....

I have also had the good fortune to meet a few new friends, who are very smart in various ways – one of them in the architectural sector, and also in the diet sector,  who advocates a Wholefoods diet – that seems in the end to be the great food answer – to return to eating the way that our distant forbears did – eat as wide a variety of whole grains/seeds/vegetables/roots/beans as possible – do much chewing, don’t rely only on juicing, and have variety in your diet

I continue to travel with my big tupperware of various concoctions & adaptogens & bicarbonate of soda, with which I can help friends suffering from heartburn and malaise/tiredness

And I have joined a circle of friends in what seems will become a darts throwing macho-bravado contest, where so far we have laughed much & hard, or at least I have – my darts companions tend to hold their laughter back a bit more than I do, seeing as they are more macho than I am – but the true test of macho, I suspect, is a relative/near total lack of regard for macho-ness – time will tell J

I have been the beneficiary  also of various insights, while driving [mostly] and once while recently in a supermarket queue – on these occasions I have taken up my trusty cellphone, and gone to ‘Notes’ and typed in my thoughts, becoming a New Age person against my better judgement, publicly wielding my cellphone, and running the risk of  having my phone snatched from my hands in a supermarket or at a street corner by an opportunistic cellphone collector - my recent & unpublished supermarket queue story/insight, I titled 'the black man's inspection'...

So, networking, writing, and taking photographs have increasingly become my main activities, along with some old habits like going to auctions, accosting attractive women, and avoiding my bank manager... my veggie garden is showing some promise in some small patches that I stole some time to clear of weeds + indigenous flowering shrubs, and so there are some leafy salads there again [rocket] and some other stuff springing up from seeds I scattered there about a month ago, just before our first big summer rain/s

In summary, it’s been a blessed time for me, of laughter with friends, much wisdom also from friends & from Deepak Chopra [and his side-kick Oprah Winfrey], and good energy from friends, herbs, adaptogens, etc
 I am grateful, and at rest [when I’m not up against one or other deadline] and optimistic, in the face of all odds, and even while receiving rude messages from my bank... J

almost summer...2013

BLOG 30 Oct 2013  

Forgive me dear Blog, my last Confession was about 2 months ago – so much has happened in the interim, including, off the top of my head, here in East London at almost 3am Nov 30^th 2013 : a 2 week trip to Cape Town, in Sept, a wonderful time there for a friend’s 42^nd birthday, he said it was his second 21^st... then a much more recent visit to Coffee Bay, where I discovered the 3 backpacker joints, and got acquainted with the owners of two of them, a very interesting & instructive experience – and in between all that, new encounters [with humans] and very recently, a period of extreme busyness in & around East London, selling advertising space in East London’s newest monthly magazine, named the east Londoner... and edited & published by a friend

Also in between, some starts to what I thought might be a marriage – hopefully might still be – so a very tumultuous and busy time, this latter bit of 2013, as this year that has passed so quickly, turns into a comet rushing toward xmas and year’s end and 2014

What comes to the fore, over this past 2 month’s since my last blog : about 2/3 weeks ago, I wrote up a summary article called ‘Wellness Guidelist’ – a distillation of much information that has come to me, from friends and facebook, about basic medicines & cures/treatments for cancer, etc – simple stuff like the use of Bicarbonate of soda, an alkaliniser, and how to use boric acid, in dilution, to treat a multiplicity of physical disorders [apparently this info, and the cancer treatment info, is not new info, but has been suppressed by Big Pharma over the years, in their headlong pursuit of profit, and of registration of medicines with/by the FDA [Federal Drug Agency] which presides over the multi-trillion business of the selling of drugs/medicines by the pharmaceutical giants of the world.

Also much in the Conspiracy Theory sector, with their many predictions of the collapse of Global Banking/satellite communications/etc and the nuclear apocalypse of Fukushima nuclear plant in Japan – regular reports the past few days, of typhoons ganging up on poor Fukushima, and of the Pacific Ocean becoming a toxic soup, and radiation clouds over Europe/Canada/USA, a radiation alert for the entire West Coast of America, and a very recent announcement that Hawaai is suddenly experiencing a massive spike in its sea radiation levels

So on a global level, and also at a very much more micro-personal level, much upheaval and shifts and near disasters J

Where to from here: I’m still aligned in soul to Deepak Chopra, and his ‘we-are-all-connected-energetically’ message, and more recently to Ram Dass, another Enlightenment giant/saint, with his ‘I am Loving Awareness’ mantra, and as a flood of information continues unabated on facebook, about herbal treatments for Everything – amazing stuff, and the Survivalists [mainly USA groups] continue to advise what to stock up on, as global economic collapse approaches – and the people announcing the approach of various comets/planet Nibiru/spaceships docked on the dark side of the moon, waiting to come to the rescue of Earthlings, if the Bad Guys/Aliens  really step out of line....

It’s been & become a cosmic soap opera, and I have my survival stuff packed away, I’ve sewn some seeds in my veg patch, luckily just before our first big rains here in the Eastern Cape [tomatoes, beetroot,spinach,rocket] – my dog is still in extremely good shape, and happy, I am still living the life of a primitive frontier camper, camping on my plot, my almost completed sandbag & cob cottage in much the same state as it was a year ago, when I ran out of funds to continue building/finishing work – I have however allocated a steady stream of income, toward the feeding of my most costly addiction [auctions] – and all the stuff I have bought has gradually piled up in my cottage, to a now critical point, where I am forced to build a large shed next, in order to move out piled boxes in my cottage to the new shed, and sort them out in the process, and use whatever I bought for building, and store the rest [books,pretty paraphernalia] until the cottage is completed inside [ceilinged, painted, kitchened, etc] and then set up home properly, with fireplaces, greenhouse [aluminium frame & glass] on the south-facing side of the cottage, to keep the rain off that wall, and stop the plaster from crashing down in a growing pile, loosened from the wall of sandbags, by repeated soakings of rain, driven sometimes horizontally against that facing wall by some very strong south westerly winds

My leit motif, if any – to continue to remind myself to be grateful, thankful, humble, joyous, and to live as playfully & kindly as I can, to avoid the energy thieves amongst us, and to guide people in the direction of natural medicines and emotional healing – I am a three-quarters hypocrite in this whole scenario, in many ways – being a cigarette smoker, having a very sweet tooth still, and telling myself that it’s because I don’t have a proper kitchen that I am so irregular with my diet, and I don’t practice what I preach L

Ok, this just a summary then, of my ‘state-of-things’ – I will write something hopefully more entertaining next time, more ‘anecdotal’ – certainly there have been very many ‘anecdotal’ incidents that have happened in the past 2 months & various weeks & days – a real maelstrom of events & people – maybe to accompany some very turbulent weather as we have experienced here in the Eastern Cape over the past weeks – a time of upheaval, as prophesied in Revelations – maybe The Second Coming is really nigh?

Of shattered African safaris & dreams, and cyber silliness...

Tuesday 27 August 2013

Yesterday, I finally had to accept that the very beautiful Alexa who has been writing love letters to me for the past 6 weeks, most recently from Abu Dhabi where she was spending the first leg of her annual vacation, from her job at a top financial company in London.... was/is a male Nigerian scam artist – her emails to me ceased abruptly at about 2pm, after I’d had 2 calls from a very well spoken Black man, I assume Nigerian, who said he was a courier, calling me from Johannesburg International  Airport – he had just flown in from Dubai with some jewellery & paintings purchased by my beloved in Adu Dhabi, and would I send him the $1000 required for the Custom’s clearance fee – I said Hold On Fella, and asked him to first please email to me the name of his courier company, plus the Customs transaction paperwork, and the courier company website, and could he please wait there at the airport, while I asked a good friend who works at Joburg airport, to go & meet up with him & verify everything – he then became very impatient and bossy, and after some further verbal skirmishing the call was ended.

Suddenly, another email from my dear Alexa, who hadn’t emailed me once in the past day+, to say she’d had a call from her courier, and was there trouble – I wrote back saying that the courier man was aggressive & rude, and that I had had to remind him that he was a person being employed by somebody else [and therefore being paid by somebody else] to do his job of bringing in some goods, and he should therefore act & speak politely & professionally, and not become rude & pushy on the phone – and I shared with her that I did not have immediate access to $1k [about R14,000-00] and that I would not pay it to such a rude man if I did, and that I had been warned by friends that I might be asked for money, and that my friends thought the whole thing was a scam – but that I had been defending her honour, against the suspicions of the few friends I had confided in....

She immediately went into a bit of an email fit – how could I accuse her of being a scam, the most ‘horrible’ thing she had ever been accused of, and she felt such shame, that she had asked me to help her, and I had told my friends about it/her – then a second call from the male courier, in which I gave him a real blast & a rev, and then no more calls or emails, and I fear my Princess has flown back to London in tears, hopefully with the jewellery & paintings that her courier took back to Dubai [I told him that he should do that, and that seeing as they weren’t edible goods, he would not be able to eat them during the flight, but I supposed he could steal bits of jewellery, but hoped he would deliver them safely back to his customer, and when she arrived to visit me in East London, we could then make arrangements to have her goods sent out again from Dubai, if he hadn’t stolen them, or in his rage jettisoned them into the Indian Ocean on the flight back to Dubai, with the pilot’s permission & complicity, seeing as they would have to be thrown out of a large door or window, being fairly large paintings etc...

So, the international syndicate of Nigerians have lost this battle, no doubt they are busy with a few thousand others, and maybe will succeed in a few, which will amount to a few thousand dollars, which isn’t bad pickings for some kids writing love letters and some well-spoken man making a few phone calls – the darker side of it, is that they are an emotionally psychophantic force/outfit, and will stoop to whatever level they must go, in order to hook the Beloved and coax him along with various stories, until the final Hit, when he gets that sudden call, from a business-like courier, who has no time to muck about, he needs $1000 sent to him post haste, to Joburg airport, where he is trying to get his parcels past the Customs Desk, and he will not happily or easily accept a ‘No’ from the man who is supposed to cough up this money as his intended bride has sweetly warned him would happen [except she never said it would cost so much, and I had thought it would be to a courier company here in East London, who I would be able to visit in person, and not to some telephonic person at Johannesburg International]

So I presume it’s all over, gullible lust-crazed male that I am – but she was so very beautiful,  and we had somehow gotten over the first bump, when many weeks ago I wrote to her that her English was not ‘native English’ – which was puzzling to me, seeing as she said she was an only child, born in USA to American parents, and she had done her university studies in Chicago – her father had died when she was a mere ten years old, and her mother had gone to live with her grandmother in Rome...

I remember that she had been a bit curt with me questioning her use of English – I had told her that she sounded like a Russian [I like the Russian people I have met, very much] or like an Eastern European person [I like them too, especially their women], with a fairly good command of English, but not an excellent/perfect command [actually her English was very rudimentary] – somehow that whole query about English grammar & syntax was very quickly brushed under the mat, as we moved on to much nicer stuff, like how she already had fallen in love with me and she was looking forward to ‘making sweet love to me’ etc...

As I wrote to a good friend last night, to re-assure him that I hadn’t parted with any money and that I had finally accepted it was a scam – at least it galvanised me into doing some very necessary work, in preparation for the imminent arrival of my Beloved – I have almost finished installing a beautiful old cast iron bath into my garden, beside the honeymoon tent – on Saturday I dug the trenches, and later mixed & poured the concrete, for the feet that will hold the bath in its almost level bed, surrounded by indigenous foliage & ferns – I have also planned a simple bamboo fence around the bath, for some moonlit privacy, and to thwart some dear friends who have seen my Beloved’s pics, and who might have been tempted to detour past my plot on their evening walks through the bush, to arrive unannounced and admire from behind thorny foliage the sublime form of my bathing beauty – I will still install the bath, and  build the bamboo fence – maybe not put out all the candles & other pretty things – but at last I will have a deep bath, where I can soak in hot water with Epsom salts [it took hours of back-breaking work with various sanding machines to get that bath smooth on the inside] – and I will also proceed with the simple work of sorting out the tent – I bought a very clever tool yesterday at a caravan shop in Beach Road, that will allow me to connect 4 long & thin gumpoles at the apex of the tent interior, and bow them outward along the four inner tent seams, to create an inner sanctum that bulges out & away from you when you are inside the tent, instead of the presently loose flapping tent sides that have just sagged ever more inward over the months of wind & weather – so the tent will become habitable again, and I have bought a cheap wooden bed base, and arranged to have a futon brought from Port Elizabeth, a gift from my niece who is moving to London soon – and then I can stay there happily in my new ‘Out-of-Africa’ tent, with beautiful bath just outside in a bamboo fence enclosure, and a fire going very nearby, upon which I can heat up water [I cut off the top third of the 44 gallon drum about a week ago – it was just a bit too high for easy bucketing out of hot water] – and there will also be a declivity under the cast iron bath, for shovelling coals into from the nearby fire, and I might even make a small fire under the bath, and lie there at night, looking up at the stars, while my flesh slowly boils away – one way to lose unwanted pounds maybe..

So  again, and as I was bbmming to a friend last night, while having a long belly laugh, at least my betrothed galvanised me into action, and very soon I will be living the life of a colonial gentleman, circa 1790, with tent & bush bath, but alas without the obedient team of cooks & slaves those gentlemen had in their camps...

In the massive preparations for her arrival, I also had my bakkie serviced, front shocks & brakes renewed, ready for long distance driving – and its actually much better driving even over the shorter distances, like the almost daily trips into town & around  - it’s been a very busy few weeks of massive preparations, and the best of  all, is that I am not at all heartbroken or crestfallen – I had a very good laugh via bbm with a friend last night, and enjoyed telling friends in various places yesterday about the whole saga as it played itself out on my phone and in Joburg International & Abu Dhabi – and if anything I feel relieved & lighter -  I did know at the back of my mind that it was all a hoax, but that didn’t prevent me from writing long & lovely emails to her, and holding out until the last moment, just in case  she might be real, and might come visit me,  broken English and all – her beauty made all that stuff unimportant  –  who knows, a big & dark depression might be waiting in the wings to give me a huge post-traumatic klap sometime in the next days/weeks – but I will rest up & keep my senses on hyper alert, so that I don’t get taken unawares by anything, be it Depression or Darkness masquerading as Innocence and Beauty...

So be warned, dear friends & people – the Nigerians out there in cyberspace don’t take prisoners, and they don’t care what lies they might have to invent in order to make another few dollars [they talk in Dollars] and they don’t care what emotional or collateral damage they might inflict in their headlong pursuit of the greenback [and please forgive the American military term – I’m referring to  ‘collateral’ here, not the ‘dollars’ word]

It’s just another day in Africa, and another minor skirmish in the modern  cyberspace game of Survival of the Dastardliest J

[ I shared this story, of my American/Lebanese/Russian Princess yesterday as it developed, with one new friend, in between the calls from the increasingly irate courier at Joburg Airport, and with a few others via sms & BBM in the evening after darkness had set in – mainly because those few friends I had told about the most recent developments [ the expected arrival of parcels of jewellery & paintings] – they had told me I was being set up to receive drugs – a friend in the SAP even phoned a friend of his, in the Organised Crime & Drugs Unit, who said we mustn’t get our nerves into too much of a tangle – he didn’t think it was drugs – just some Nigerians setting me up for a dent in my bank account  -  I had to let those friends know that it was all over, and that they didn’t need to worry for my sake anymore – I know in my bones that they didn’t care a hoot about my feelings, or my emotional vulnerability and broken heart – they were primarily worried about my recently replenished but fast dwindling bank account reserves  – and I had sworn the SAP friend to absolute secrecy about the whole affair, because even if she was using me as a front to bring in drugs, I was ready to take the risk, in the light of her utter beauty, and once she had arrived here in my town, I would try to gently persuade her to stop the drugs trade thing, and to swap her high living & expensive Armani clothes for more functional khaki & bush outfits, and learn to love Nature and grow things to eat with me [she had already said she was keen to do some gardening here at my place, after I sent her a pic of my monkey-proof veg garden] – anyway, we had alerted the drug squad, and they said not to worry, so I felt in the clear, and that I didn’t need to fear arrest & some days in jail – some other friends had told me that it was definitely a drugs set-up, and that I would be arrested because the CIA etc are monitoring our every email conversation, and that another friend of theirs, innocent, had in the last month been confined to jail for 3 days after his court appearance, and had met up with gang 28, and after coming out of jail he wasn’t the same person anymore, he said very little, except that it had been a harrowing experience, he wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy, and he hardly saw anybody for a week afterward...

Lastly, a youngish Xhosa woman happened to drop by my place yesterday, about 6pm sunset time, to inspect some doors & windows that I might have for sale – we found a nice wood & glass door for her, and a large meranti 3 pane cottage window that she will get her carpenter/builder brother to cut in half and make 2 windows out of,  and we agreed on a very cheap price – and I found myself telling her the story too – with humour & some laughter – she was serious throughout, and shook her head at the end and clucked, the way Xhosa maidens do, and said ‘that’s why we have xenophobia in South Africa’ – the Nigerians are apparently known for their brazen & wily ways – pity the poor and hard-working Somalians who somehow always seem to get caught in the crossfire – and I suddenly found myself looking at her with new eyes, as she sat there so serious & pretty – she’s actually quite a babe & a prize, for a worthy Xhosa man – even with her generous thighs and hips – she’s quite lovely J

Get ready for the Apocalypse...

It's Monday night, here on the Eastern frontier, everything gone a bit quiet after the south-westerly wind stopped blowing sometime today - it blew hard most of the weekend, bringing cold air and a taste of winter, to a winter that is maybe already past?

No matter, apparently much larger things are afoot, that extend much further out from the earth's crust than passing winter cold fronts - by that I mean the Conspiracists' warnings that our world is about to change dramatically, and soon, for the better...

This will involve many things, including the overthrowing of the bad guys [& gals] who have been lording it over all humanity since Noah's flood, and even before then - that's for more than 14 thousand years. Up until now they have been [and still are] in charge of the world's money supply, via banks & government, and with the complicity of those persons most senior & in charge of those sinister networks. So they are soon be receive their comeuppance, but they will be given a fair chance, and will be treated with Love & Forgiveness, seeing as they are supposed to still have a very dim remnant of the Divine spark, somewhere inside of themselves. If they remain stubborn, they will be banished back to their original homes in another universe where they might get sorted out properly by their more moral cousins

Here on Earth, when the Big Event happens [it looks like sometime in September/October] expect banks worldwide to shut down, as well as telecommunications, when the satellites hovering about in our upper stratosphere get bombarded by meteorites, or else fried by sunbursts - either way, we are apparently headed for a 'voortrekker' period, of anything between one & four weeks, until the banks open their doors again, and start to hand out to each person still alive, decent amounts of cash, as their just & deserved quotas

Our friends out there in their spaceships have been watching us for a very long time, and have decided that the time is now ripe to send the Bad guys running, and end the suffering of humanity - there will be a new Golden age, in which we will all live & work happily together, if we want to work at all - I imagine most people will just lie on the beaches and eat & drink themselves into obesity with all the free money they are to receive - but there will be committees of new leaders, to help everybody to get over the shock, of not having to go back to the office, and of finding themselves suddenly having long endless days with nothing to do, apart from holding tightly onto their bulging purses & wallets, while newly formed gangs of unemployed people maybe get it into their heads to go about helping themselves to whatever they like - I'm not sure if the police will be on the beaches too, nor whether they will be in uniform, or just slobbing about in their bathing trunks like the rest of us, and slurping iced drinks & beers etc - they will presumably still have their Service Revolvers & nine mill's and badges, and hopefully they will use them for good, and not join the rampant gangs in their wholesale looting of innocent & obese & untanned citizens - I think there will be a certain amount of mayhem on the beaches, actually, and it's probably best to gather together at your nearest church or police station, and pool your guns & dogs, and form some kind of neighbourhood stronghold/s - much like a re-enactment of the Boer Wars, maybe...

I will probably avoid the beaches for a bit - my dog won't be happy about that, seeing as his frequent trips to the beaches are the highlights of his days, but I'm sure there will be other very interesting excursions for him, and for me - seeing as there won't be diesel or petrol to put into our fuel tanks, we will be taking walks maybe across the near hillsides, hopefully armed [me] - to see if our neighbours are still alive, and perhaps to trade with them - to this end I have stocked up on some things like chocolate & marshmallows [for roasting in the fires we will be making day & night, seeing as Eskom will have gone off the grid, and their staff will all be at home too, hiding behind their curtains & trelidoors - and hopefully the grassy hillsides here will not be seething too much with human scavenger gangs, and we will get through to our neighbours, where I usually enjoy a good laugh with them, and often a meal too

Its mostly going to be about food & water in the days after the Big Event - and the Big Event [look it up on google] could be anything  from our Alien cousins landing en mass in their many spaceships, to various possible cataclysmic happenings, including a pole-shift, after which our North Pole will find itself somewhere in the American mid-west [I think Texas]? Or else apparently in the Himalayas, and we might also be fairly bombarded by many large & small meteorites, as a result of the near passing of planet Nibiru through our galaxy, with it's seven/five moons - it does this every 3600 years, comes whizzing past, creating havoc, and giving everything a bit of a shake-up

I hope I'm going to have enough time, during all this, to dig out a decent cellar, and use that soil to make mud bricks, which I will use to make a geodesic dome - pretty much in the style of an igloo, but with mud bricks instead of large ice cubes - apparently that kind of structure is your best bet for keeping cool & safe inside of, seeing as there will possibly be no electricity to power up air-conditioners & fans, and I want to somehow include in that mud brick igloo covering, some old metal roller doors that I have been buying up - to ward off x-rays that will be streaming through our compromised atmosphere - and the hillside grassland walks to neighbours might need to be done at night, because there might be a lot more UV rays coming through the same holes in our atmosphere, that will blister any unprotected skin - a new business that might thrive, might well be a new range of skin protection creams - apparently its going to get uncomfortably hot for a while

And if this all happens, I think a lot of people are going to change their religions, and maybe even lynch a few of their pastors, for preaching such nonsense Sunday after Sunday for so long, when many of them weren't too sure of the whole God thing themselves - but somehow/somewhere they had had a 'calling' and then they got into debt like the rest of us, mortgages to pay, and preaching was what they'd gotten used to, and it paid the bills

I'm not too sure what to think anymore - some wise-seeming people I have shared these thoughts with, have smiled and got that slightly glazed-eyes look, and said that they've heard all this before - conspiracy theory & theorists go in cycles, according to these people who have heard it all before - but for me, a new initiate into the current Conspiracy frenzy, there seems to be a 'body of evidence' here, that adds up to a very convincing Sum of its Parts, and I have become convinced over the past weeks & months, that we are going to be hunkering down before too long, watching flaming comets roaring by, hopefully not too close, and hopefully not smashing right into my new or half constructed geodesic dome - I think if that happened and I & my dog somehow survived it all, I'd really want to have a serious tete a tete with God/god, and ask him what kind of sense of humour he/she had - that reminds me - an acquaintance who I bumped into about 9 days ago, on a Sunday, braaing on the far bank of the Gonubie River, told me a very funny story, in which he had dreamed he met God, and in his dream, he walked up to God, and his only question to Him was 'do You have a sense of humour?'

I hope he didn't make that up, because I was pretty gobsmacked and very tickled as he told me that story, that any person could have a dream like that...

Ok, life continues apace, my days are very full, it feels very much like a New Age is Dawning, and I have to repeatedly check with myself if I haven't flipped by subtle degrees into some kind of clinical mania, and if I am holding sufficiently tightly onto the reins of reality - its been a very busy & enjoyable few weeks, and I hope I can write the same thing again in a few more weeks/months' time :)

Blessings, Love, Light and humour, and don't forget to withdraw as much cash as you might have available to you, hopefully in a non-interest bearing cheque account/savings account, and hide it somewhere and don't tell anybody where you have hidden it [avoid obvious places like in the toilet cistern & in the ceiling, or inside your mattress or pillow] and do try to hoard some drinking water, and some good food, that doesn't need to be kept in the fridge :)

dangerous liaisons...

Tuesday 30 July 2013... actually its Wed 31^st, almost 2am...up very late tonight, its very quiet out, the southwesterly now in its fifth day, blowing gently

I received yet another email today from the possibly most beautiful woman in the world, she says from London – I won’t give any more details at this stage, except that I’ve written back to her, many things, including my gentle suspicion that she is writing translated English, from somewhere behind the Old Iron Curtain [Eastward of Western Europe] while she says she grew up in the USA, studied at University there, in Chicago, and now works in London – she has strange English indeed – so while my gut tells me this is a hoax – I don’t yet know what the hoaxer/hoax organisation hopes to achieve by all this flurry of romantic adolescent emailing – but time must maybe tell – she is so ultra uber-babe, that a big part of me wants to just believe her, and send her money when she asks me to send a money telegram or whatever they call it, so she can buy a plane ticket to come visit me, and marry me – then she just won’t turn up, and maybe will manage to convince me she had a nasty fall en route to the airport, but with expert plastic surgery [she has her very own specialist plastic surgeon, and he/she is very good – so is the graphic artist] there will be no scars, and once she is mended and can book her next ticket, she will catch the next available plane – and could I please send money for another ticket – the airline refuses to refund her for the last one – but her lawyer says he/she thinks they can recoup the cost of the ticket from the airline, or they will raise a stink in the London papers, and with pics like hers, she will have massive public support, and may even get catapulted into politics, where she will be the centrepiece [not centrefold] of attraction at 10 Downing Street – does the British House of Lords/whatever still gather there? Did they ever?

I don’t think it will be considered slanderous, or in bad taste, if I were to post here on this blog site, the pics she sent to me, showing one of god’s most beautiful female creations? So I will, just want to get over this extreme disappointment, and maybe she really is the beautiful woman she claims to be, but has an Eastern European hack sharing a flat with her in London [he’s gay] and he fancies himself as the all-time husband finder, and seducer of gullible men, and he has somehow persuaded her to let him handle our correspondence, while sending actual pics of her???? Stranger things might have happened, as in Lewis Caroll’s Alice in Wonderland – and many people got very drawn into that whole web of fanciful thinking – and others I know are hooked into their own narcotic shadow worlds – like that of rugby fanaticism? Or anchored firmly in blatantly narcissistic mindset, slating and slandering anything that departs from their basic premise, which is that  Everything is to be disbelieved, or made fun of, acid humour, very black, insider humour only [am I bitter or am I just a bit disillusioned, or more likely just totally wrong?]

And why am I trying to defend my slide into a make-believe world, that is taking chunks of my time, while offering as a reward only startlingly beautiful pics of an ultra lovely woman, who has chosen me in all the world to focus her attention on, and who definitely doesn’t write as a native English speaker??  I’ve already admitted to all that, just need a little time, before I take my revenge, and post it all to this site [now she told me she is reading this blog site and she loves what I write/have written – please, Dear Lord, if she is real/for real, please let her not read this particular ramble, because she might be very offended, that I’m anything but in awe of her prose [I’ve told her I love it, and I do – its romantic, in an adolescent Eastern European way???] and she might just never write to me again

Ok, enough about cyberdating – I am finding myself telling more & more people I know, about correct diet [which I don’t follow religiously] and about the amazing power of support/encounter groups operating in SA – particularly Journey practitioners, and the work of MKP [Mankind Project – emotional healing for men] and their sister organisation Women Within, that does work with women...

Time to go to bed, even as wired as I am....