(An answer to the so-called debt crisis in Europe)
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Europe: one step closer to a fascist super-state
It's hard for people to see the wood for the trees in this week's proposed Eurozone treaty change, and that's down to the heinous lack of transparency in European politics. However, the facts speak for themselves: what is certain is that this German/French inspired plan to allow unelected eurocrats the right to veto the budgets of Eurozone members is one step closer to making Europe an outright fascist super-state. That an unelected body, based in Brussels, should have the power to interfere in, and even dictate the budgets of sovereign nations should be unthinkable; but so mired are European politicians in the 'Merkozy' fronted, banker-backed illusion, they have lost sight of reality.
Let's look at a few recent facts. Greece and Italy no longer have democratically elected premiers, instead they have had accountants foisted on them (Lucas Papademos, former vice-president of the European Central Bank and Mario Monti, international advisor to Goldman Sachs and European head of the Trilateral Commission). Why? To oversee the smooth transfer of wealth from these formerly sovereign nations to the politician-fronted banking cabal that currently pulls the strings in the US, UK and most of Europe.
When you understand the bigger picture, Merkel and Sarkozy's plan begins to make sense; it has nothing to do with democracy, and everything to do with enforcing outright control over the affairs of sovereign nations. Whether Merkel and Sarkozy were onside from the very start is debatable, but it can no longer be in question, they are not acting for the people of Europe, but for an unelected, economic oligarchy (i.e. bank owners and their ilk).
So what's Cameron's role in all this? It's actually quite interesting; in bald political terms, he has undoubtedly done the right thing. No sane, unaligned Premier could have acted in any other way when the sovereign rights of their own country, and indeed of other countries, is threatened. In the bigger picture, his actions are almost irrelevant: France and Germany will push this plan through anyway, giving almost total power to an unelected body over the affairs of sovereign nations. What Hitler failed to do, France and Germany in 2011 are close to achieving. At least the UK has retained some kind of independence. Whether that's to the benefit of her citizens, or purely to the bankers, remains to be seen.
That Miliband (leader of the Labour party), could even think, let alone say, that this treaty-change is something the UK should be a party to is frightening. Either he simply has no grasp of what's at stake, or he's simply another puppet, enslaved to this totalitarian vision, or he's an idiot. You decide.
Let's look at a few recent facts. Greece and Italy no longer have democratically elected premiers, instead they have had accountants foisted on them (Lucas Papademos, former vice-president of the European Central Bank and Mario Monti, international advisor to Goldman Sachs and European head of the Trilateral Commission). Why? To oversee the smooth transfer of wealth from these formerly sovereign nations to the politician-fronted banking cabal that currently pulls the strings in the US, UK and most of Europe.
When you understand the bigger picture, Merkel and Sarkozy's plan begins to make sense; it has nothing to do with democracy, and everything to do with enforcing outright control over the affairs of sovereign nations. Whether Merkel and Sarkozy were onside from the very start is debatable, but it can no longer be in question, they are not acting for the people of Europe, but for an unelected, economic oligarchy (i.e. bank owners and their ilk).
So what's Cameron's role in all this? It's actually quite interesting; in bald political terms, he has undoubtedly done the right thing. No sane, unaligned Premier could have acted in any other way when the sovereign rights of their own country, and indeed of other countries, is threatened. In the bigger picture, his actions are almost irrelevant: France and Germany will push this plan through anyway, giving almost total power to an unelected body over the affairs of sovereign nations. What Hitler failed to do, France and Germany in 2011 are close to achieving. At least the UK has retained some kind of independence. Whether that's to the benefit of her citizens, or purely to the bankers, remains to be seen.
That Miliband (leader of the Labour party), could even think, let alone say, that this treaty-change is something the UK should be a party to is frightening. Either he simply has no grasp of what's at stake, or he's simply another puppet, enslaved to this totalitarian vision, or he's an idiot. You decide.
Friday, 18 February 2011
The Chinese government wants to ban reincarnation
..according to the Tibet Express.
You've got to hand it to the Chinese, they take mind control to a new level.
The idea that you could 'ban reincarnation' is a non sequitur so monstrously absurd that you know it could only come from a supremely paranoid State. A State that, while it purports to be secular, is, of course, merely perpetuating its own brand of monotheism.
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
The I Ching: on the State and the individual
Today, thinking of a personal situation, I threw the coins to consult the I Ching, the ancient book of Daoist wisdom. I still use the Wilhelm translation which I acquired in 1980, now battered and bruised by the years, its words nevertheless speak to me with ever greater clarity.
I drew the hexagram 29 - K'an, with its warning of how to handle an objectively dangerous situation by being like water, which does not shrink from any dark place, but flows onwards, remaining true to its nature. And I had a changing line - six in the third place - which adds additional interpretation, and also creates a new hexagram; in this instance, 48 - Ching, The Well.
These words from Hexagram 48 - The Well - (from the general 'judgement') speak to all mankind, as clearly as water, about how to live life meaningfully. They are a profound guidance, not just for the individual, but for those who would govern us, and in its words, you will see how our modern 'governments' so patently fail to live up to their sacred duty:
"In ancient China the capital cities were sometimes moved, partly for the sake of more favorable location, partly because of a change in dynasties. The style of architecture changed in the course of centuries, but the shape of the well has remained the same from ancient times to this day.
Thus the well is the symbol of that social structure which, evolved by mankind in meeting its most primitive needs, is independent of all political forms. Political structures change, as do nations, but the life of man with its needs remains eternally the same-this cannot be changed.
Life is also inexhaustible. It grows neither less nor more; it exists for one and for all. The generations come and go, and all enjoy life in its inexhaustible abundance. However, there are two prerequisites for a satisfactory political or social organization of mankind. We must go down to the very foundations of life. For any merely superficial ordering of life that leaves its deepest needs unsatisfied is as ineffectual as if no attempt at order had ever been made. Carelessness-by which the jug is broken-is also disastrous. If for instance the military defense of a state is carried to such excess that it provokes wars by which the power of the state is annihilated, this is a breaking of the jug.
This hexagram applies also to the individual. However men may differ in disposition and in education, the foundations of human nature are the same in everyone. And every human being can draw in the course of his education from the inexhaustible wellspring of the divine in man's nature. But here likewise two dangers threaten: a man may fail in his education to penetrate to the real roots of humanity and remain fixed in convention-a partial education of this sort is as bad as none- or he may suddenly collapse and neglect his self-development."
I drew the hexagram 29 - K'an, with its warning of how to handle an objectively dangerous situation by being like water, which does not shrink from any dark place, but flows onwards, remaining true to its nature. And I had a changing line - six in the third place - which adds additional interpretation, and also creates a new hexagram; in this instance, 48 - Ching, The Well.
These words from Hexagram 48 - The Well - (from the general 'judgement') speak to all mankind, as clearly as water, about how to live life meaningfully. They are a profound guidance, not just for the individual, but for those who would govern us, and in its words, you will see how our modern 'governments' so patently fail to live up to their sacred duty:
"In ancient China the capital cities were sometimes moved, partly for the sake of more favorable location, partly because of a change in dynasties. The style of architecture changed in the course of centuries, but the shape of the well has remained the same from ancient times to this day.
Thus the well is the symbol of that social structure which, evolved by mankind in meeting its most primitive needs, is independent of all political forms. Political structures change, as do nations, but the life of man with its needs remains eternally the same-this cannot be changed.
Life is also inexhaustible. It grows neither less nor more; it exists for one and for all. The generations come and go, and all enjoy life in its inexhaustible abundance. However, there are two prerequisites for a satisfactory political or social organization of mankind. We must go down to the very foundations of life. For any merely superficial ordering of life that leaves its deepest needs unsatisfied is as ineffectual as if no attempt at order had ever been made. Carelessness-by which the jug is broken-is also disastrous. If for instance the military defense of a state is carried to such excess that it provokes wars by which the power of the state is annihilated, this is a breaking of the jug.
This hexagram applies also to the individual. However men may differ in disposition and in education, the foundations of human nature are the same in everyone. And every human being can draw in the course of his education from the inexhaustible wellspring of the divine in man's nature. But here likewise two dangers threaten: a man may fail in his education to penetrate to the real roots of humanity and remain fixed in convention-a partial education of this sort is as bad as none- or he may suddenly collapse and neglect his self-development."
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Insane in the Membrane
The difference between me and a junkie is that my time-wasting is mediocre. I don't resort to oblivion to burn down the time between me and death, I just sit here on my computer playing card games for hours at a time, watching my soul's tenuous connection with this earthly dimension gradually expire.
I'm occupying my ravenous mind with meaningless dramas. It has a similar function to many other human activities, except I'm conscious of its utter futility. Sometimes, to entertain my mind, I create rules, weave superstitions into the game. I must win so many hands. I have to get to this score or...
And even though my opponents in the game are just pre-programmed into the software, I give them personalities, imbuing them with emotions and motives that can't possibly exist. I become obsessed with beating them, start to shout abuse if things don't go my way, punch the air when I best them, get embroiled in feuds that go on, way past the original game, spilling over into further games, that become sagas, mini-epics of confrontation. It's usually North or West in Hearts, but sometimes East. I just have to beat them. Sometimes I can't. I may be sanguine in defeat, or throw my toys out of the pram. Oh look, two hours just passed, zip, just like that. Two more hours killed. Two more hours where I didn't think creatively, didn't breathe consciously, didn't resolve anything or pay bills or go for a walk or sing or dance. Two hours where I just sat in front of my screen and lost myself in a meaningless battle with a computer program.
Einstein said insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. I'm insane. We're all insane. Insane in the membrane.
I'm occupying my ravenous mind with meaningless dramas. It has a similar function to many other human activities, except I'm conscious of its utter futility. Sometimes, to entertain my mind, I create rules, weave superstitions into the game. I must win so many hands. I have to get to this score or...
And even though my opponents in the game are just pre-programmed into the software, I give them personalities, imbuing them with emotions and motives that can't possibly exist. I become obsessed with beating them, start to shout abuse if things don't go my way, punch the air when I best them, get embroiled in feuds that go on, way past the original game, spilling over into further games, that become sagas, mini-epics of confrontation. It's usually North or West in Hearts, but sometimes East. I just have to beat them. Sometimes I can't. I may be sanguine in defeat, or throw my toys out of the pram. Oh look, two hours just passed, zip, just like that. Two more hours killed. Two more hours where I didn't think creatively, didn't breathe consciously, didn't resolve anything or pay bills or go for a walk or sing or dance. Two hours where I just sat in front of my screen and lost myself in a meaningless battle with a computer program.
Einstein said insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. I'm insane. We're all insane. Insane in the membrane.
Friday, 31 December 2010
The system is redundant: welcome to the New World
Hello again. It's been a long time since I last blogged, and maybe I'll explain why in due course. But I haven't been wholly idle; I've been thinking, absorbing and processing a great deal of information, so that I can understand and hopefully pass on to you the reasons why the whole concept of a 'state' is out of date.
I grew up being told that the 'system', if we can use that generic term to describe a modern-day state and all that entails (social systems, state education, taxation, 'government' etc.), was all there was. I wasn't told this explicitly, it was implicit. It was implicit in my education, it was implicit in the way people acted and thought, it was implicit in the dominant medium of communication: television.
Even though, at a very young age (I was conscious of this at 5), I knew that the 'system' sucked, I had literally nothing to support me in this knowledge. As far as I could tell, everyone bought into the belief that the system was all there was. And yet I found myself surrounded by hypocrisy: at school they preached a garbled gospel of so-called Christianity, yet it was blindingly easy to see that not only didn't they believe what they were preaching, none of the preachers (teachers) acted out the teachings either.
It was also blindingly obvious to me that adults and parents were a) totally fucked up, b) liars, c) deeply unhappy, and d) apparently oblivious to a, b and c (or at least, they didn't believe they could do anything about it).
I was astounded. I found myself living in a world of lies, deception, hypocrisy and unhappiness. All around me, disgusting things were being perpetrated in the name of business or the state; and yet people believed they were powerless to act. It was insane; I was living in a lunatic asylum. Above my infant school, Hammersmith flyover conveyed an endless stream of lead-spewing death machines into and out of the vibrant, crazy city of London. In the playground, us junior human beings breathed this poisonous cocktail as we played, before running back to our classrooms to be indoctrinated with such bogus ideologies that they were laughable. Except no one else was laughing, and I felt like crying.
In that crazy playground, on that knee-grazing, head-bashing tarmac, we acted out our fantastic games. They were all apparently based on mimicking adult themes of 'goodies' and 'baddies' and I don't know how the tradition started, but I joined in, because I loved being part of a gang, and I loved playing. Cowboys and Indians seemed kind of meaningless (but fun), when it came to simply running around sticking a finger out and going bang, or firing an imaginary bow and arrow. But within this structure, I found there was a deeper meaning for me, because I could feel the essential values of Native American culture within me. Don't ask me how, I just did. Whether it was a past-life memory, or an intrinsic connection with truth, I knew there was something essentially right in these values. And without questioning it, I took on the role of a wolf in these games. I was a peace-making wolf. I would run on all fours between the warring cowboys and Indians and get them to put down their weapons and make peace. Yeah, that's right, aged 5, that's what I did. And as far as I can remember, the kids happily went along with it. It made sense to them. Even though running around whooping and shooting was fun, this gave the whole thing an added dimension, which was meaning. Now don't think I was some kind of precious little twat, far from it. I was sensitive. But what I was doing was weaving into the pattern and fabric of the game something deeper, unconsciously.
What I'm trying to show you here is that from a very early age, I wasn't duped by the bullshit. The illusion just didn't work for me. And although I spent nearly all of the rest of my younger life trying to fit into this system, because I was told that this was all there was, it was a desperately painful and traumatic process of feeling like a square peg being forced into a round hole. And all around me there were unhappy, lying adults who patronised us kids, and acted like they were superior, when they were patently not. They were just fucked up. All they had going for them was superior strength, size and a cabal that insisted that whatever they did to you, they were right. And all around them, was a world riven by war, strife, poverty, pollution, inequality and injustice.
But there was apparently, no alternative.
Okay, let's cut to the chase. After 49 long years of being in this particular incarnation, I have finally, fully, got that the idea that the state governs, and we obey, is bull. It's an illusion. A hideous, insidious, invidious illusion that has been perpetrated upon us all... an illusion so pervading, so clever and so intricately woven, that the best analogy I am aware of, is to call it the matrix.
But folks! Lovely folks! Friends out there, old and new, met and not yet met; it IS an illusion! We are all free, and in the coming weeks, I shall offer you my further insights and hope to show you why it's OKAY TO BE YOU.
God bless you, and, in the terminology of Western tradition: Happy New Year. x
I grew up being told that the 'system', if we can use that generic term to describe a modern-day state and all that entails (social systems, state education, taxation, 'government' etc.), was all there was. I wasn't told this explicitly, it was implicit. It was implicit in my education, it was implicit in the way people acted and thought, it was implicit in the dominant medium of communication: television.
Even though, at a very young age (I was conscious of this at 5), I knew that the 'system' sucked, I had literally nothing to support me in this knowledge. As far as I could tell, everyone bought into the belief that the system was all there was. And yet I found myself surrounded by hypocrisy: at school they preached a garbled gospel of so-called Christianity, yet it was blindingly easy to see that not only didn't they believe what they were preaching, none of the preachers (teachers) acted out the teachings either.
It was also blindingly obvious to me that adults and parents were a) totally fucked up, b) liars, c) deeply unhappy, and d) apparently oblivious to a, b and c (or at least, they didn't believe they could do anything about it).
I was astounded. I found myself living in a world of lies, deception, hypocrisy and unhappiness. All around me, disgusting things were being perpetrated in the name of business or the state; and yet people believed they were powerless to act. It was insane; I was living in a lunatic asylum. Above my infant school, Hammersmith flyover conveyed an endless stream of lead-spewing death machines into and out of the vibrant, crazy city of London. In the playground, us junior human beings breathed this poisonous cocktail as we played, before running back to our classrooms to be indoctrinated with such bogus ideologies that they were laughable. Except no one else was laughing, and I felt like crying.
In that crazy playground, on that knee-grazing, head-bashing tarmac, we acted out our fantastic games. They were all apparently based on mimicking adult themes of 'goodies' and 'baddies' and I don't know how the tradition started, but I joined in, because I loved being part of a gang, and I loved playing. Cowboys and Indians seemed kind of meaningless (but fun), when it came to simply running around sticking a finger out and going bang, or firing an imaginary bow and arrow. But within this structure, I found there was a deeper meaning for me, because I could feel the essential values of Native American culture within me. Don't ask me how, I just did. Whether it was a past-life memory, or an intrinsic connection with truth, I knew there was something essentially right in these values. And without questioning it, I took on the role of a wolf in these games. I was a peace-making wolf. I would run on all fours between the warring cowboys and Indians and get them to put down their weapons and make peace. Yeah, that's right, aged 5, that's what I did. And as far as I can remember, the kids happily went along with it. It made sense to them. Even though running around whooping and shooting was fun, this gave the whole thing an added dimension, which was meaning. Now don't think I was some kind of precious little twat, far from it. I was sensitive. But what I was doing was weaving into the pattern and fabric of the game something deeper, unconsciously.
What I'm trying to show you here is that from a very early age, I wasn't duped by the bullshit. The illusion just didn't work for me. And although I spent nearly all of the rest of my younger life trying to fit into this system, because I was told that this was all there was, it was a desperately painful and traumatic process of feeling like a square peg being forced into a round hole. And all around me there were unhappy, lying adults who patronised us kids, and acted like they were superior, when they were patently not. They were just fucked up. All they had going for them was superior strength, size and a cabal that insisted that whatever they did to you, they were right. And all around them, was a world riven by war, strife, poverty, pollution, inequality and injustice.
But there was apparently, no alternative.
Okay, let's cut to the chase. After 49 long years of being in this particular incarnation, I have finally, fully, got that the idea that the state governs, and we obey, is bull. It's an illusion. A hideous, insidious, invidious illusion that has been perpetrated upon us all... an illusion so pervading, so clever and so intricately woven, that the best analogy I am aware of, is to call it the matrix.
But folks! Lovely folks! Friends out there, old and new, met and not yet met; it IS an illusion! We are all free, and in the coming weeks, I shall offer you my further insights and hope to show you why it's OKAY TO BE YOU.
God bless you, and, in the terminology of Western tradition: Happy New Year. x
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Dostoyevsky agrees!
My favourite character in Dostoyevsky's classic novel Crime and Punishment is the passionately intelligent, unrestrained bear of a man, Razumikhin. Of all the characters in this incredible novel, he is the one with the least artifice, who speaks the most intelligently and vividly, from the heart. It is also no coincidence that Dostoyevsky almost certainly derived Razumikhin's name from the Russian word 'razum', meaning 'reason'.
In this wonderful passage, a drunk (on vodka, on life, on Avdotya Raskolnikov's beauty) Razumikhin, escorting Raskolnikov's sister and mother back to their lodgings, rails against the vile use of cliche, and how its use pervades all our lives, obscuring truth:
'What do you suppose?' Razumikhin shouted, raising his voice even louder. 'Do you suppose I'm going on like this because they talk nonsense? Rubbish! I like it when they talk nonsense! Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I'm human. Not one single truth has ever been arrived at without people first having talked a dozen reams of nonsense, even ten dozen reams of it, and that's an honourable thing in its own way; well, but we can't even talk nonsense with our own brains! Talk nonsense to me, by all means, but do it with your own brain, and I shall kiss you for it.
To talk nonsense in one's own way is almost better than to talk a truth that's someone else's; in the first instance, you behave like a human being, while in the second, you are merely being a parrot!
The truth won't go away, but life can be knocked on the head and done in. I can think of some examples... we're all of us, every one of us without exception, when it comes to the fields of learning, development, thought, invention, ideals, ambition, liberalism, reason, experience, and every, every, every other field you can think of, in the very lowest preparatory form of school! We've got accustomed to making do with other people's intelligence - we're soaked in it! It's true, isn't it? Isn't what I'm saying true?' cried Razumikhin, trembling all over and squeezing the hands of both ladies. 'Isn't it?'
In this wonderful passage, a drunk (on vodka, on life, on Avdotya Raskolnikov's beauty) Razumikhin, escorting Raskolnikov's sister and mother back to their lodgings, rails against the vile use of cliche, and how its use pervades all our lives, obscuring truth:
'What do you suppose?' Razumikhin shouted, raising his voice even louder. 'Do you suppose I'm going on like this because they talk nonsense? Rubbish! I like it when they talk nonsense! Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I'm human. Not one single truth has ever been arrived at without people first having talked a dozen reams of nonsense, even ten dozen reams of it, and that's an honourable thing in its own way; well, but we can't even talk nonsense with our own brains! Talk nonsense to me, by all means, but do it with your own brain, and I shall kiss you for it.
To talk nonsense in one's own way is almost better than to talk a truth that's someone else's; in the first instance, you behave like a human being, while in the second, you are merely being a parrot!
The truth won't go away, but life can be knocked on the head and done in. I can think of some examples... we're all of us, every one of us without exception, when it comes to the fields of learning, development, thought, invention, ideals, ambition, liberalism, reason, experience, and every, every, every other field you can think of, in the very lowest preparatory form of school! We've got accustomed to making do with other people's intelligence - we're soaked in it! It's true, isn't it? Isn't what I'm saying true?' cried Razumikhin, trembling all over and squeezing the hands of both ladies. 'Isn't it?'
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Can anyone see anything slightly dodgy in this picture?
On paper, governments are meant to serve the people. In reality, the opposite is true. While the politicians, banks and their associate lackeys persist in perpetrating the illusion that ordinary people must pay to keep them in power, isn't it time we all woke up and threw off the shackles of this despicable despotism?
In my humble opinion, every single sovereign country should default on any debts they 'owe' to banks, immediately. Why, you ask (and I imagine some of you screaming)? Because it's time to end this hegemony, once and for all.
The 'money' that the banks 'lend' is nothing they themselves have earned. It is nothing of tangible value. It has simply been created out of thin air. This fiat money system, that really took a hold on our planet when the Federal Reserve was created in the US 100 years or so ago, has taken a stranglehold over the lives of everyone. It has been backed by a consumerist agenda that divides communities, induces people to chase after illusive, meaningless dreams, and simultaneously rapes, loots and plunders the natural world of its resources, depriving millions around the world of their basic rights to food, power and water.
Yes, I hear some of you still screaming, 'but it will be chaos, anarchy, everything will collapse!' Yes, that is what you've been told. You've been told that you, we, all of us, are incapable of running things without these governments and institutions to look after us. The reality is, of course, the complete opposite. We do not need these parasites, they need us.
People, we seriously need to wake up. We do not want perpetual war, destruction, slavery and violence perpetrated in our name. We want, and we deserve, peace and prosperity. This will NEVER happen under the current system.
People, it's time to wake up.
And yes, I can offer you tangible alternatives. We can trade without governments and banks controlling currency. Banks are simply utilities that should only be there to facilitate the flow of currency and exchange. That is ALL. The rest, the debt, the usury, the fiat money system, these have all been foisted upon you, and you've been told there is no alternative. There is.
And the first step is transparency. Total transparency in all administration that relates to any form of taxation or business. To empower ourselves, we demand to be informed. Knowledge is power. Time to share that among all of us.