2016/10/28 03:30:01
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Interestingly,Youtube has a set of videos on “10 countries that….” ,one of them is ,”10 Countries Most Likely To Start WW3″. And while Russia and China are included (Russia at number 10 and China number 7),the number 1 pick to start WWIII is the US.Nothing we don’t already know here. But interesting that an American video agrees with that as well:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4TVO8uRW7g
@ UB
Surprising. Despite the usual narrative (e.g. how could possibly NK start a war?) the violent vitriol is not there, except placing Syria as No.2 to cause WWIII, a clear case of blaming the victim, just shy of the most murderous regime in modern history.
Ahh, a beautiful Friday afternoon in Adelaide, what could be better. Spring-blue skies, with the weekend’s promise floating on the breeze.
Carpe Diem my friends
Adelaide instrumental duet, piano and cello
https://youtu.be/80tN2U2S8qY
Ludwig van Beethoven
Adelaide Lyrics
Adelaide Poem
by Friedrich von Matthisson (1761-1831)
Einsam wandelt dein Freund im Frühlingsgarten,
Mild vom lieblichen Zauberlicht umflossen,
Das durch wankende Blütenzweige zittert,
Adelaide!
In der spiegelnden Flut, im Schnee der Alpen,
In des sinkenden Tages Goldgewölken,
Im Gefilde der Sterne strahlt dein Bildnis,
Adelaide!
Abendlüfte im zarten Laube flüstern,
Silberglöckchen des Mais im Grase säuseln,
Wellen rauschen und Nachtigallen flöten:
Adelaide!
Einst, o Wunder! entblüht auf meinem Grabe
Eine Blume der Asche meines Herzens;
Deutlich schimmert auf jedem Purpurblättchen:
Adelaide!
Couldn’t find English Translation. Maybe Mundo or ioan can help…….
Dieter Fischer- Diskau, Tenor:
https://youtu.be/qurafBb09JI
Here is the english translation via wikipedia:
Your friend wanders alone in the garden of spring,
Gently bathed in lovely magical light,
Which shimmers through the swaying branches of flowers:
Adelaide!
In the reflection of the river, in the snows of the Alps,
In the golden clouds of sinking day,
In the fields of stars thy face beams forth,
Adelaide!
Evening breezes whisper through the tender leaves
The silver bells at Maytime rustle in the grass,
Waves roar and nightingales sing,
Adelaide!
Some day, o miracle! a flower will blossom,
Upon my grave from the ashes of my heart;
And clearly on every violet petal will shine:
Adelaide!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adelaide_(Beethoven)
Yes, all theses little ordinary things are so important. Well, here in the northern Henisphere autumn is just coming. Also beautiful (sometimes).
I´m just in the mood to share a piece of timelessly beautiful ancient chinese poetry:
Sleeping on a Night of Autumn Rain
Bai Juyi
It’s cold this night in autumn’s third month,
Peacefully within, a lone old man.
He lies down late, the lamp already gone out,
And beautifully sleeps amid the sound of rain.
The ash inside the vessel still warm from the fire,
Its fragrance increases the warmth of quilt and covers.
When dawn comes, clear and cold, he does not rise,
The red frosted leaves cover the steps.
oh beautiful…there is a whole tradition of monks writing their own death koans—some of the most hauntingly life affirming work even in translation.
Fantastic Stuff! I want to be with those monks for a few hours like Shoigu, but here I am in the material world with work to do.
It isn’t bearing water, although I am Aquarius, with a decades long resistance to stars analysis, until Mundo caused one of my eyelids to open halfway, and look in that direction.
Well, it’s off to work I go! But I will be energized in the material world to tend to it as rapidly and well as I can and return to this Colonnade Cafe in a different dimension, which certainly must contain a gurgling, burbling fountain of voices from every time and place.
Now there’s a poetical idea!
I’ll see what I can sketch in my head while I’m away.
From the video: “Nine times out of ten in any conflict the USA is involved” . There’s a reason for that and I’d say it is incrementally higher too.
Just in!
BBC calling! BBC calling!
Nato chief says alliance ‘does not want new Cold War’
“Nato is not seeking confrontation with Russia and does not want another Cold War, Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg has told the BBC.”
I think that horse already left the barn some time ago.
“Despite Mr Putin’s barbs, there is no great enthusiasm for a new conventional arms race.”
That leaves something out doesn’t it?
“Russia is in many ways a weak country. Its leadership has a strong sense of encirclement – a view that the West is only eager to do it down – and, rightly or wrongly, this is driving Mr Putin’s more assertive approach.”
“Despite current tensions, the military alliance (NATO) does not see Russia as a threat, he added.”
Really?
What a crock of horse feathers from Stoltenberg.
If handmaiden-to-the barbarian Stoltenberg told the truth his front teeth would fall out.
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-37795668
@ Sanctuary One
Hilarious!!! Can’t Stop-stutteringberg laughing!
If someone walks up to you and slaps you viciously across the face and then in the most polite tone turns around and tells you that he does not wish to pick a fight with you, would you believe them?
You are there holding your face and wondering what the hell just happened, only to have the person again advance towards you, and again slap your face.
The person again says politely, ‘I don’t want a confrontation, please forgive me, I really dont wish to fight with you’.
What are you goin to belive and respond to; his words and apologies, or
the action he displays and the consequence of getting slapped?
What are you going to believe, his words or what he is doing to you?
Russia, cannot be naive, action always speaks louder than words.
By your deeds, will you be defined, not by you words.
NATO’s posture towards Russia is one of hostility, irrespective of what is being said.
Russia must respond with the required counter measures and not be lulled into complacency.
This video sends chills down my spine. It looks like the neocons are going to make the gamble to bomb the Russians in syria.
http://www.bloomberg.com/politics/videos/2016-10-25/slaughter-john-kerry-is-negotiating-with-carrots-but-no-sticks
Anne-Marie Slaughter, New America Foundation’s chief executive officer,
“how to deal with Putin: “If Russians start dying in Syria/Ukraine, that’ll change his calculations”
God help us.
@ Andrew
“Anne-Marie Slaughter, New America Foundation’s chief executive officer”,
With a name like that she’ll be soon in the top rungs of the war-making establishment.
I wanted to reply to Dido’s observations in the last cafe, which are here:
/moveable-feast-cafe-2016-10-24/comment-page-1/#comment-288587
Because I liked a couple of her earlier comments. But I had no time!
Now it’s past 2:00 am, and like ioan says, a lot of this gets done when we really should probably be asleep..
Anyway, I think we want to be deadly to the Empire, at least in our own minds, not dead. So we’re not barging in on Robyn Williams’ story, but it (his movie, which I posted several scenes from here many months ago did sort of inspire a take-off or whatever you call it. It’s Dead-LY Poet’s Society, therefore. No hearses, just yet, please.
We’re pretty raw, but I am amazed by some of the good lines and fragments and even a few darn good whole poems. But more notable is the volume, the bold disregard for possible ridicule, and the progress. There was a crazy period of about a month when I couldn’t write a comment anywhere, even in Vineyard war rooms, without putting it in verse.
“Man, this must be irritating to others!” I thought, but I couldn’t stop, and didn’t really care that I couldn’t stop. And I realized that it is a known phenomenon symbolized in the Tarot Card, THE FOOL, who is not really an idiot, but more like a person who has come unstuck, and started to become so mentally and emotionally fluid, mobile, that they experience a kind of optimistic gleeful giddiness, even in this dark strategic situation that brings us here, with very serious common concerns.
If I am not mistaken, Dennis, who initially irritated my more serious bent with his unhinged streams of consciousness and violation of every classical principle of composition, (kidding, of course) got it started. I think I started by spoofing him a little, but that was tentative, not even close to being the Tarot card fool. Dennis, by the way is no fool! (but he does play one, from time to time…..). And, like his Timex watch, he can take a licking and keep on ticking. So some of us are past worrying about his sensitivity. And he’s gotten tougher, which is a good thing, in a war. Tough Love.
But what got me rolling in total tom foolery was ioan. I went from 3 poems in 65 years to 3 at a sitting, no problem. And his evolution was from a start of a lot of fun, with scatalogical, humorous prankish stuff to some amazingly deep stuff, by contrast with his “just warming up” phase.
If I am not mistaken, I recall what set him off, on what he says he ALSO never did before: put out plenty of original verse, daily.
It was a prose comment by me (if I am not mistaken, ioan, i will fully retract, because only you know for sure…….) lamenting my large unread stack of planned reading, of what I called “combat manuals” while being hampered by age and “abdominal bloating” from being more effective in the effort to Stop the Empire’s War on Russia. And, like I said, if I am not mistaken, his poetic roll started with a vengeance right then and there, like he was amused 10 times more than I intended to amuse any one. Well, others can find one’s abdominal discomfort much more amusing than one’s self can, I guess. And then I got amused by his amusement.
Something like that. I think some others are warming up pretty good too! Go for it! It’s right brain exercise, fun, and strategic: BECAUSE the most common form of oligarchic mind control, since before Aristotle and his dry left brain prison mind, has been Socially Engineering the left brain imbalance (no imagination, no intuition, no creativity, no true care) of their victim slave populations. Resist that prison! Free your mind! A little ridicule by ridiculous people that don’t understand what you are trying to do should be brushed aside with more competent ridicule, like my quote of Afro-American poet Dunbar, posted in defense of one such attack on Dennis:
To a Captious Critic
Dear critic, who my lightness so deplores,
Would I might study to be prince of bores,
Right wisely would I rule that dull estate—
But, sir, I may not, till you abdicate.
Good night! Or rather, Good Morning!
I wrote maybe 3 with great effort (and time consuming!) prior to the Moveable Feast Cafe.
there is the concept of “contrary clowns’. in I forget which culture-maybe we are developing our own here……those set up deliberately to question, counter challenge assumptions, helps confirm or decide falsehood v reality, or the strange mixes of the two….so at least we can recognise these.
Actually has started with the poem “Sitting as a King in Power” in the restroom toilet…just think.
Can you retrieve it, and share it again? New people would enjoy it and everything here just ran by me like one of Dennis’ streams. I just watch the petals flow away downstream: “She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me………………..”……carried away by water under the bridge, merging with the Timeless Ocean of Creation.
When you mention something, especially, I think it is appropriate to document it with a repost. Shed your modesty and assume your rightful throne as Reigning Most Prolific Deadly Poet in the Vineyard !
(Dennis may have a slightly nicier throne with no hole in the seat, as Reigning Most Prolific Lovely Poet……………….. LOL)
Okay, I’ll do that at the next Cafe.
You might think that the Vietnam War is old hat or, like one visitor said, consigned to the “dustbin of history” and other inanities. History does not repeat itself, although some actors keep on repeating mistakes others had made (e.g. invasions of Russia in the modern era). The Vietnam War was a criminal enterprise of unprecedented scale for its duration, brutality and irrationality, not to mention the immeasurable loss of life, destruction and trauma on the victimized population. However, instead of of atoning for their crimes, the US leaders, under the cover of short memories and absence of guilt and remorse, are raising that great crime to a virtuous and noble mission for civilization and good to steel future generations to repeat similar crimes. See the link below.
http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/10/28/crossing-the-acheron-back-to-vietnam/
My first impression of the new cafe frontispiece is monastic. It sure looks like some of the monasteries I’ve lived in, now converted to other uses. “Something is happening but you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?” [All quotations from Bob Dylan unless otherwise noted]. Lately, I’ve been in a monastic mood, reverting to my days spent in them. Serendipity? Synchronicity? Magic? Coincidence? Providence?
It’s now 4:30 am in Southern California. I’ve been awake since midnight. I finally got up and came here at 3 am, at the time Brother Bro was going to bed I assume in Orange County, California. We are getting a bit of rain also which is welcome but unusual.
I’ve been getting current with the news here and am impressed with the information being generated and recapitulated. It’s a real education for me with the added benefit of being in a caring community. The fact of its being virtual does not seem to hinder its real presence.
I think I need to take this opportunity to reset myself. Per the picture above, I’m living quite a monastic life again here in changed circumstances; with one exception: the internet world which makes our meeting possible. I do not have a TV, telephone, cell phone or any other communication device other than this computer, which is taped down securely to my motorhome table due to a loose connection at the cable port.
I feel grateful at the moment. In monastic terms, I’m feeling the touch of grace, a certain sacredness I often felt in the monastery which, like this was a close knit community; with a difference of not being co-ed but patriarchal and male. Nevertheless, in the early years I felt an incredible sweetness of soul and body in the presence of brothers, especially at the celebration of great feasts like Easter and Christmas, when we would break our fasts and austerities and silence with good food, drink and fellowship–analogous to what we have here in this cafe.
A changing world, is it not? Persons and things do develop or they die. I need to keep developing or I will die. Death is but a new development. I went from the monastery to the world. “Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace; merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.”
That monastic period leaves a whole different world space in me to this day. In my formative years I had practically no contact with the “real?” world. It leaves me somewhat ungrounded. I did compensate with worldly experience but I remain somewhat schizophrenic about it. My ideas of religion, God and life have changed and developed radically from what they once were. Now I seek some balance and use this vineyard in part to achieve that. “I was older then; I’m younger than that now.”
Like the world outside, I’m at the crossroads again, on the road again to where I do not know. But I have to make a choice or make a deal, like Dylan at that same point on a full moon night in the desert where four states come together. Make a deal with the devil? With an angel? With God? With myself? Or: “My last deal gone down.”
At this point I need to pause. It’s almost 5 am and I’m hungry. “It’s not [light] yet but we’re getting there.” And there’s always the danger that what I’ve written will get lost by mistake. My experience is that when that happens it is not a mistake at all but an instruction to do it over because it had some error in it.
So I will proof this and put it in the mail box. I need to say more though so I’ll be back. In the meantime, keep the torch burning, or strike a match and start anew, Baby Blue. Love Dennis or Love, Dennis.
Can anyone prove/confirm that poroshitko is a jew with the surname of waltzman.
I have been referred to this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcbwRNkOk28 but can’t get the subtitles in English.
Thanks.
It’s now 6:30 am., rain pattering on my roof, still dark, electric heating humming with heat, Christmas lights on my ceiling glowing, sacred Hindu music by Wah!’s Opening to Bliss playing, pictures of wild animals, nature, a painting of an African womam and an Indian womam on either side of my table gently gazing, and a sacred monastic feeling generating love feelings in this space.
I hate to break the spell. I did somewhat by reading John Henry Newman, conveniently on this computer at an open tab but he was talking about the same state that obtained with the free animals and with us in bygone days of yore and in moments of daydreaming. I was going to go to the other open tab at Shakespeare’s Merry Wives but thought too much of crash landing so I didn’t.
I think of you and the world and that grounds me more. I think of the article I read last on the indescribable suffering, rape and murder in Sudan at Information Clearing House which I thought had closed but it was obviously not which I would not have gone to but for a link linked to here. You are now the clearing house for me. Wah! sings of Ma Deva, Krishna, Shiva, Shanti, Radha and all those gods and godesses from the boom box on my right as I type.
After my breakfast of grape fruit, pear, grapes, strawberries and banana I was lying on my couch listening to Wah!’s sweet voice and the rain, imagining the monastery I lived in, then many other monasteries of various traditions, back into pagan temples of Apollo, Aphrodite, Venus, Mars, Diana and on and on, then to the new and old stone ages and back to the love culture origins of ourselves in that Camelot moment of our appearance from the stars and middle earth–everywhere and nowhere but always in love.
Hear the rooster crowing now so expect the first indication of dawn soon. I thought I might catch a nap but did not. Another rooster farther off answers. I hear the ticking of the clock, my own breath and those background sounds internal and outer that never really turn off. And the clicking of the keys of course. I and the world are waking up.
So what do I want to say exactly? I don’t know. I think of Saker and the latest videos using his words. Other thoughts come to mind but are either not worth mentioning or are embarrassing. The rain has stopped and the silence is remarkable. So monastic. The silence settles interrupted by the refrig in the forward compartment, the well pump and now the distant traffic. And I still don’t have a thing to say.
I wait for a cue, for a clue about what to do. Now a plane overhead. I could just do something or think something to break this impasse but I linger, finger on some kind of poetic trigger. But no, I’m pulled back into that other state of quietness, not entirely but balancing at the door with one foot in the air. Something has to give. Go in or stay out? Still no indication either way. Wait and see.
Nothing happens although I could make it happen. I don’t. I record what’s going on but not my thoughts. Interesting. Seconds pass into minutes and still nothing really happening to talk about. Now I can see the gray light in the southwest. Finally, something to talk about. But I don’t feel like it.
I begin to feel irritated; think I hear thunder or rolling wheels. Watch the irritation. Face begins to tighten with a slight scowl. Still nothing. Now I see the dull shapes of things coming out of the dark. I take a deep breath and let it go. Feels good. Stretch my legs and shift my body. A bird is chirping now. I think I know where this is going but then it’s gone. Memories knocking on my brain but weakly.
New paragraph. I hear the usual hum in my ears. A breeze is stirring the leaves of an avocado tree just outside the outside kitchen. Plane overhead. More irritation. Feel a need to do something, make something happen. But I hold back. Let something or someone else decide. I’m sick of this kind of love. Here I go with free association; my mind is in gear and revving up. I take another deep breath and brace for the change.
I’m ready for battle but now I feel the tinges of regret and depression; red lights flashing, caution signs glowing yellow. Sadness at the change. What happened? I lean on my elbows and put my head in my hands like The Thinker. “Oh Mama, I’m stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.” I’m a mimic, an imitator, a hypocrite phony. Or Not? Ah, I can see the sun now on the southwest clouds; nature’s beauty interrupts my downhill spiral.
I relax. Tell myself I’m Ok, not so bad. I’m only human doing the best that I can. But that’s a lie so down I go. I turn the overhead light off; I can see the keys but barely. The overhead Christmas light shine still. Memories of childhood joys and toys. This is ridiculous. I don’t care; translated from the vulgar. This ain’t no psychiatric couch but I’ve got to see where this goes. Now it’s dangerous but I still don’t care. Getting anxious but I keep going. The abyss. Beckons. I stoop, oops meant stop short. OK I do stop.
Embarrassing. Shameful, blameful, naughty, sinful, =censored-inappropriate, poor taste, buffoon, censored, got to pick and choose my words. Behave, act your age, stand up, stop it, wash your mouth out with soap, censored, censored, dirty, slipped through, sexy, slipped through, censored, toomuch, to touch, this is becoming a psychiatric couch and must stop immediately, OK OK.
It’s dangerous out there; “high water everywhere.” The light gains ground. Nice metaphor. Still the dark underground sends signals. The war; always the war is just around the corner. “Freedom is just around the corner for you, but with truth so far off what good would it do?” God — whoops, meant good question. Freudian slip? Or lady’s slip? Out damn spot. Sorry, take it back. No [censored[. Guessing at the upper row of keys. Hell, how do I get out of here”? No. JO. Antothe slip. I’m messing up now with no intention fo proofing. I’ll leave just for te hell of it, or fun of it. Hah, Dennis the Menace is back. I slammed the door on that poor kids hands. Got to stop this craziness. I can and I will, just like mother said when she sent me to bed without my dinner and later brought it up with hugs and warm breath kisses. What sweet manipulation. Well I loe love you too but I smply must leave before I really make a fool of myself or worse bore you to death and leave myself comletly ignored. A fate worse than dath, to be ignored and cast out with no way home. “No direction home.” But now a liht flahes in my brain. Yes, I do have a way out of here and a way home. Yes, yes, I can have joy. It’s called the Love Army, the Love Govenment and the Love Bower. Well, I doubt but it’s still f=there. My last hope and lifeline. I’ll take it. I don’t have to share it but I will. Anxiety strikes me in the chest but its ok i’ve een there befoe. hell i’m just goig to post this like this for the fun of it. what do I care? I do but that’s fine I can take my time and clean up as I go. So slow keep everything neat and clean. “Hey, kid it’s something you did, and you’re doing it again.” OK, I’mout of here from the tie being. I apologize, confess, promise to reforem and ask for my foregiveness. I’ll do the penance whch is a ile now that i think of it. So i’m a bad boy so what: sew buttons on your underware as we used to say. Ok sorry again and do please forgive me but no don’t forgive cause that’s a setup. Ilove youtht’s all I cans ay until later in the days when after i get some sleep hoperully love love oh where are you now, sweet love sweet love i need you don’t diserat me i know oyo won’t i thing i;m falling alseeep at these keys rainstartis aainl. oh love love love vove ilsove hou sejselah it is dos alsihe s a’a sd aia;’adk la ijf
respectfully Dennis, get a grip, the young people need us to some how ramp down to meet and serve in integrity their needs.
Ok. example..I am an amateur astrologer. A friend of mine insisted on sending me charts over a 20 year period of women who mirrored his deceased mother’s torments . Actually, I got to know her in absentia very well over the years . He’d always ask me what I thought and I’d bite my tongue and think–“how can I tell him how to make this work or what his lessons are without interfering or being insufferably insulting ”
But finally he sent me a chart which at first glance prompted me to say—“-Halleluyah!!! finally he put mama to rest! ” So I told him and we talked about how his natal chart supported his most recent love’s Work and how her natal chart supported him…. How the Saturn aspects meshed mutually well in the house of partnership for both of them. He is 60 years old and I hope that his searching for his heart of gold has ended.
I asked him what he did, when he felt the noose of parental patterns fall off, but he couldn’t quite remember . I will ask again after he has time to think. Inquiring minds want to know.
We need each other–no one does it alone. Even the saints up in lonely mountain meditation have their Teacher somewhere near or have , in the case of Milarepa, a list of instruction to open ” in case of fire”.
my dear, there is no such thing like an amateur-astrologer.
The stuff is too serious to be done other than as professional
as possible.
There is also no amateur-prayer to God, or an amateur-president
(except by USA) with their professional amateurism.
And now they have to deal with real professionals.
So, fuck amateur, and search by whomever in heaven for your prong and only your one – to unite is to receive your superior loving creator
holy cow eating the chease of next year
is a Taurus of the 12
to be mirrored by a 1
of Cancer
timeless
staying in paradise
far in front of
the funnel into time
childs blessing
and start to become a professional adult child
chill mundanomaniac…no dinging intended on your profession…see the dictionary definition for amateur
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/amateur
Amateur definition, a person who engages in a study, sport, or other activity for pleasure rather than for financial benefit or professional reasons.
current stuff
http://astromundanediary.blogspot.de/2016/10/hearth-and-brain-in-greenblue-cloud-and.html
any idea?
re: mundanomaniac: I commented on the above in the last cafe…your professional analysis is always neptunian-ly intriguing and I ponder what you say looking forward to Wednesdays for what you post every week.
And to come clean…my use of “amateur” in reference to myself was a self referential put down so , thanks, I needed your rebuke. The problem with internet communication is that the other person’s reaction is not so clear so like any “adult child” I can only keep my side of the street clean. I will take care not to denigrate my art again or the connection to my muses, however frustrating and tenuous I may feel about it ,with careless words.
“I can only keep my side of the street clean”
I like this one.
I’m very glad about everyone sharing with me the “intriguing” news of the stars each week.
As astrology is a thing without feet, it might be dangerous
to do it without deep pistis. Names and symbols are powerfull invisibles, no unbidden shall touch them. Each one might find, what one is bidden for. Only then is audacy more than folly.
Thanks. Your words are helpful. Your help for your friend sounds like the work of a professional.
very interesting video about the role of Kamalists ( secularists) in countering the proto-islamic coup by the CIA/Gulanists in Turkey.
http://www.fort-russ.com/2016/10/must-see-documentary-on-july-2016.html
Wonderful interview below.
The Deep State after Elections is walking on air.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4ULa63HbNA
Truly a splendid interview and not for the weak-minded. That rules out a good chunk of the Americans I know.
To quote my father: “Even the best of them are snakes.”
again “amateurs” , we never heared of an amateur-yoghi, havn’t we ?
Less even of amateur karma or Dharma
become clean before meeting your art
do it if you must do it but only then
artists are prayers
Never heard about an amateur yogui?
So, what is then a person whi has just started with the yoga issue?
In that case I would not call me a yoghi, less an amateur yoghi
and if you are a chosen somewhat
you have to be ready in some depth
for a soulful secure simplicity
not sounding impossible, eh?
Hmmm. the internet mining expert says he eliminates officialdom words then analyzes the internet chatter in billions of words focusing on fear and desperation words as indicators of mood and then important are the verbs. Verbs….
So amateur is banished to the fear pile
somber face breaks and smiles
and god becomes Goding per poet Hafiz
as the world worlding breaks into one piece.
May occasional words of desperation
turn into corners of wild inspiration
and our posting boasting verbing
Deadly poeting never curbing
Anonymous
I like it, “deadly poeting never curbing”
Smallish British right wing newspaper the Daily Express, which is normally anti-Putin, has this article:
http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/726091/Question-Time-audience-Vladimir-Putin-swears-Twitter-defends-Russia-enemy-Blair-Iraq
‘“Let’s not forget what started all this s*** in the world was the Iraq war, OK.”’ They had an online poll and 96% (so far) agreed that it was that shit bliar (co-)responsible for the present problems. & ‘The audience member’s statement was met with a rapturous applause as she continued her point.’
A brave woman, who tells the truth in a crowd of Media-induced comatose zombies.
Hello friends, guests, old and new. I did not know that this Cafe is in Adelaide, I have an old friend there – if he lives, he must be around 85. Just to add something to the comments by Bro – who’s spirit of observation is great – regarding the poetry issue, on how a journey in this path is looking about (at least by me) :
Poetry at Work
Poetry as words disease
Sharing freely without fee’s
Writing slowly and with ease ?…
Sometimes smelly like the cheese
Sometimes loudly like the gees
Acting like a mirror of this blog
Sometimes quiet as a lonely frog
Sometimes barking like a mad dog
Or windy, trying to clean up the smog
Soul and spirit are filled with emotions
Sometimes is hard to find the words,
and find the proper notions,
Finding them, giving them life,
and then put them on motion.
Cmon boy, you’ll find a solution
How to deal with the new situation
It ain’t be easy, you’ll have frustrations
People may have different expectations
So, the poetry is not like a dress
You can take on with some stress
Before you go to the theater
Hand in hand with mom and father.
When the dress don’t fit on you
No time for tailor, what to do ?!
In poetry, you’re in charge and
you’re the tailor,
You’re the captain and the sailor
But poetry does need a meaning
The poetry does need your feeling
The poetry provokes the thinking
Compose under the nose of those
who are to you so close
And those who need a better cause
Sometimes a good poem
is growing in my mind
But soon, when use the
pencil and my hand
Is just flying away…by, by kind..
Taken away by the wind
Like the winds which come and go
The muses are making their show :
– “Who is this creature ?
He needs an English teacher !”
Of course, I get irritated
Whole lines have to be newly created
And muses are laughing, they do
Making me laughing too.
They taking me high and taking me law
While I laugh and cry in the pillow
This is poetry on how it is
In her making, words disease.
Thanks. With the new format, clicking “read more” changes the one paragraph prose box to the poetry short lines which make a big difference in readability.
What struck me in your latest shot in the dark out of the blue fireball was the variety of human experience in the process of growth.
Keep on going
Titan growing
Baby, face it
You can ace it
Well, as I see it, a lot of people are intimidated by the new format, other days, at this hour, a lot of friends have been drinking their coffee,tea, cocktails (but not cock tails) and other sort of drinks in midst of good discussions. The waiter is wondering and worrying if there is a continuous rain out there. I don’t know how is the weather in Adelaide but I think isn’t so bad, is just the beginning of the summer. Maybe is too hot and humid and therefore people became timid, maybe they’re going to the beach, trying the high waves to reach, maybe too many curvy ladies in bikini and their energy goes down to kundalini. I don’t know, maybe this maybe that, lots of people loosing fat, reading the news and waiting the blow, as above so below. Someone is screaming in the corner, Oh, it’s you Dennis at the border, You can’t sleep just as me, well, let’s drink a hot tea ! One more thing, before I blink : I saw mundo barking in the moonlight, what he says is also right. I think he drinks Italian wine, can we have a taste, if you don’t mind ? As for me, I drink anything but not so much as you may think. I also eat anything except the king, the rats and snakes and other creatures, which are not on my list of earthy pleasures. I love the meat, salted and hairy, mostly when served by lovely lady. Old man with old habits, not more jumping like the rabbits. I’m curious by the way, what Bro will have to say, to this new Cafe in Adelaide alley. Where is Kim ? I have no idea, maybe he’s buying a new chair at IKEA. But I miss you guys, came in, be sweet and nice, and bold in your comment, when is the right moment. Waiter ! bring us some champagne, to throw away the pain !
I like it, the stream of consciousness poetics. Some like the proper lines but I like it like the brain–all curvy, mushy, running together and over, streamy, dreamy, holy, holistic, right brainy, rainy, flowing, sexy, romantic, flooding, twisting and turning, yearning, burning, learning, folded, loaded, everywhere at once, jumping, jiving, high-fiving, ioanic, ioanity, ioanistic, flying, swishy, bloody, weeping, seeping, drooling, runny, funny, honey, sensual, sexy_________________filling in the blank.
Wowed posting system changed without warning????Got to remember where I posted all my stuff now, what is where etc………buttons to expand got to be very precise when tapping screen with my old fingers………maybe also need optional box to indicate contents of reply??????
Are we now cyber attack proof guaranteed????
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Courage, it is much easier than it looks. And should liven things up a bit. – mod fk
I believe a post was made re the changes. But I am sorry that you missed it. It is believed that these changes, though a bit intimidating at first, will create a more interactive and lively experience for all who visit and post on the Saker site. Thank you for your patience and understanding. – mod fk.
Thanks for encouragement!!!!!!!!!!!
And appreciative of continuing efforts by all to improve “customer” satisfaction and interaction.Surely VP must have approved of these changes in a yet to be revealed part of his speech at Valdai, now I just need it to get rid of predictive text on tablet cos when I typed in Valdai it came out as Baldwin would you believe.Night night folks.
Predictive text had a price – like not predicting accurately:-)
The new format is taking some time getting used to. But seems fine so far. The sun has come out again here. “The rain is over and gone; arise, my Beloved and come.” [The Song of Songs of Solomon].
May the sun shine upon the world and blow the clouds of war away. Thoughts are waves of energy with real effects. I send my love-thoughts to the dear suffering ones in pain. May love drive away the hard rain and make the flowers bloom again in your lonely but lovely heart.
Wow, this is new, at first have to learn how it works.
I think we certainly know after today that the UN is under control by the US.Its good (for now) to remain in the UN. Purely to be able to veto bad resolutions. But as for anything really positive to come from it .It will need to be freed from US control.The UN “voted” Russia off the Human Rights Counsel. While voting “for” Saudi Arabia to be a member. Yes,the Saudi Arabia that murders people in Yemen by the hundreds.And beheads prisoners in the streets in that country.Let there “never” be anymore talk heard about the UN being a good force in the World. That “boat sailed” years ago.And it is now only a stooge for the empire.
I don’t know how long will take to name the snake by her name. That is the scariest thing.
Love is my principal and perhaps only real idea which it is my pleasure to share. This new format helps to make my comments “short and sweet.” Circumstances require that I adapt to new and developing changes. I have to reinvent myself every day and sometimes every hour. Perhaps I am too over the top and over the edge. Maybe the more I try to help, the worse I make it. She was “soon to be divorced / I helped her out of a jam I guess / But I used a little too much force.” But then again:
It came to me the other day
In a gentle sort of way
Like a seventh sense coming through
To show me more of what is true
How in the great scheme of things
Beauty took her place among the rings
How if I were to go down
I needed to slow down
And see the beautiful symmetry
In the Lover’s majesty
I came to know quite naturally
About the laws of harmony
How everything took its place
With a flowing touch of grace
My inner sense came to know
A way of resting and letting go
I took it easy, took it slow
I fell into a sort of trance
Joined the free and flowing dance
From far above to down below
Saudi confirmed back in human rights UN….Russia voted out….that is the state of the world folks, everything is upside down or inside out or just total kraaaazzzeeeeee
I’m playing with this new format, testing, testing. The tiny period seems to make a big difference. Like the mustard seed growing into a kingdom.
A tiny seed is all I need
To start a revolution
And offer a solution
To our toxic pollution
Passed by resolution
All from that tiny seed
Here’s another article, from the largest (& one of the most anti-Putin critics) Western MSM online newspaper, on Putin, where the commenters in particular the top 10, tell the author, who is a NWO stooge, that in effect, he’s a warmongering PoS: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3880600/If-don-t-stand-Putin-really-war-MAX-HASTINGS-tells-fears-Kremlin-Nato-s-sabre-rattling.html#comments
I love the new format. I feel like kid with a new toy. Joy on joy. And there’s playroom with limits so I don’t bother the adults in the room. I can write to my heart’s content within the “read more” stop sign. Thanks so much. This site is so beautiful and user friendly. What a fantastic team; a fantasy come true. I have to guess where the stop sign is but seems to be about nine lines which rhymes with Bro’s basic nine. I’ve often used a stream of consciousness style like the ancient parchment manuscripts that ran all together with no paragraph breaks to save space on those precious parchments. It’s a very old format not suited to our digital age which suits me fine. So monastic; I love it. I’m getting to about nine lines, actually this is the eighth; eight eight ain’t she great? Oh, to be eight again when I’m going on eighty.
I started a new paragraph to test the “read more’ system. Now I should be able to play with words and not bother the adults. Thanks, mom and dad, you’re the greatest which at age eight you probably were in my world. And thanks for all you did for me. I can feel you upstairs from this playroom in the basement. We actually did have a playroom in the basement. Oh, the memories of childhood. I love you all. Love is my key word, it searches out the depths and plays along the surfaces. It’s a grand philosophy and a fun chessboard. Now I wonder if there’s a limit to how long I can talk. I’ll have to spin out a long one and further test the system. They say there are no limits in virtual space. I’ll be like the eagles and take it to the limit. Love, that’s the center around which I revolve like some happy moon, always changing with a womam’s rhythm. We’re in the 45th week of the love liturgical year called C, the third step up in the suit of Sound, going from A to G in the musical scale; hence the three of Sound in the suit of Sound; with the Moon as the tarot card, The Moon and with the polarities of Lunar C and Luna C. Lunacy? Maybe that’s why I took it to the limit this early morning. Let me quote from the text: “There is a symbol and sign set in plain view that tells the story of the real you. The letter C is shaped like a new moon; proclaiming the message of what’s coming soon and makes me face my greatest pain, the deep illusion that keeps me insane. Clinging to things is a crazy addiction, bringing in rains of a hazy affliction. Vanity of vanities and all is vanity; your undying Love is my only sanity. Everything I have will be taken away; even your love is another step on the way. The Moon waxes and wanes every day; nothing is real except your loving, fun play. The truth is told by the Lunar C about the world’s cruel and sad Lunacy. Dying and rising gods from the Moon take their cue; the myth of the risen Jesus to the Moon pays its due. The Moon goes her grave and rises on the third day; this is the basic story that all the priests pray. The dark Moon waxes when the light side wanes; the sun and flowers succeed the clouds and the rains; happiness and joy follow my sadness and pains; the Moon is a mistress who teaches and reigns. I’m in the process of learning my A, B, C’s; I’m in the third port of call on the Lunar seas. On my seven seas journey, she’s a safe harbor; we are not only like her but all of us are her. When I see your face on a starry lit night, you stop my sight with your lips and eyes bright. All of my virtues and powers go out the window; my heart is captured by your outer body’s inglow. No other sign seems to know what you know; no father god is able to go where you go; not even the sun and his radiant rainbow. I’ve been to Ireland, England and France; but you are the only experience par excellence. You taught Krishna, Buddha and Jesus; your gave us these symbols surely to please us; you are the sign with the power to release us. The three of sound is the sign of the C; the thee I found is thine in the me; we who are bound to be free.” In the text the format is exactly edge to edge. And gee, now I don’t even have to proofread ’cause the adults upstairs will never know. Well, I”ve got to go and see if this system is as it seems. Oh, how I love you, playmate dear; in your eyes I see my own soul’s mirror.
It’s so beautiful outside after the rain. We got .8 inches, enough to dampen down the dust and make things bright and new in the washed clean air. I took a walk on the road outside this sanctuary and in among the sacred geometry art pieces of rock, iron, glass and wood. I laid me down in the greenhouse, so cozy and warm. Nature is such a sweet antidote to cruel war which is the most unnatural thing. Makes me sad just thinking of it. The sun is 20 degrees off the horizon hills, still shining broadside on this motorhome, also warming it up cozy-like like the greenhouse. Sometimes I feel so good and sometimes so bad. Now I feel good like I should. It can’t always that way, I know. War makes sure that is so. This vineyard is in the war business despite itself. Maybe it’s so we can help burn off the karma of evil. What do I know? I guess I’m past the stop read more sign with the green color stuck in place. So I can let my hair down and my feelings out. Or maybe I won’t. It might change my feeling good mood. I was thinking as I lay in the sun drenched sunhouse facing south that I live in an ioanosphere ionosphere of poetic madness with a method in it. Even the most rational left brained scientist uses poetic words like quark. Quark? Can you imagine that from a scientist? I remember in grade school getting an award for writing, probably poetry, from some kind of ladies’ society. I was so embarrassed almost to tears but certainly to blushing. In high school I wrote a poem for the school newspaper called “Ode to a Worm.” In college I loved the poems of Hopkins and Thompson. I tried Shakespeare; I read the words but it was hopeless to understand what he was saying. Now I am persuaded he was a she playing he, like the actors who were men playing women who sometimes play being a man, like Rosalind and so many others. All the world’s a stage. What role am I playing? Probably too many to count. Count Khazar would be one. Was listening to Dylan and the Band’s Down in the Flood. Such a joyful child and energetic teen. Creative to the max despite what what’s his name says. Heavy and a bottle of bread. Love is always my theme and my dream my mind says it isn’t so. My heart knows what she’s talking about. I like the stream of consciousness movement, sometimes a symphony and at other times heavy metal I’d rather get away from. Always a touch of sadness in the gladness. I gaze at your picture and I wonder what you’re thinking. You seem lost in thought. You must be in love. The sun is five degrees from the top of hill. She’s been there before. These cycles of day and night make me wonder about how they came to be. Love made them that’s for sure. Or lovers more likely from the bible no less: “let us make womam in our image.” I changed it a bit to get away from the patrix revision back to the orginal vision and version. Lots of changes going on. I was raised Christian and will always be so I suppose; it’s in my blood but I need to sing its song in another key. It’s message is so beautiful and true, all about love; it’s a shame the way it got covered up with the hard hand of Romanity upon the gentle face of humanity. Oh, well, that’s a whole other story. Yes, love. What’s the greatest law, master? Don’t you know me any better than that? Love of course, with all your heart, mind and soul. The bible is so stunningly beautiful even in it’s corruptions. You can’t keep a good man down, at least not for long. If I keep talking I might hit upon a new idea except that all my ideas reduce to love which not new but old and new. These are all signs and symbols well suited to poetry but we need some kind of a renewed Christianity. Chrestos the gentle got turned into Christos the general. Combine them both I suppose. Like the Incarnation of Love with Womam as the new God with Man doctrine. A new revelation from below to balance the one from above. Interesting for the eyes to glance back over this dense text. I’ll bet the eyes of ancients could do it in a flash; and remember it too; eidetic memory or is it eyedetic? The sun is now half below the horizon and so am I. Time to take the plunge into that western pacific ocean of love. I love you, invisible visiting spirits of the deep; be with me when I sleep with that sun as he chases the moon like Brother Sun Sister Moon. I guess I’ll put on some music to either rock or sooth my soul. I think of you all from this behind the green read more sign. I send you all my love. Say hi to Vivian and tell her not to worry about oblivion. She must be in love from what I heard on this grapvine.
“A new revelation from below to balance the one from above.”
This is a central insight of C.G.Jung. His greatest scholar Erich Neumann
in 1953 at the famous Eranos-Meeting held a lecture: The Earth-Archetype’s
Meaning for the Modern Era.” Unfortunately it’s only available in German Language.
file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/neumann_bedeutung_des_erdarchetyps_neuzeit-3.pdf
laughing here. thanks for the tease though…Dobereiner’s book in English is not available on Amazon last time I looked. But the article referenced by you had this
” a readiness of need for a certain development is carried around with us like a suction-…this can only be presented by being aware of this need and equaling it by living consciously.”
So I checked out the 4 box astrological schema and discovered, as I feared, Dobereiner’s answer, if one can say he has an ultimate answer, is the same one given to Arjuna in the Baghavid Gita and to Job in the Old Testament–no ego or no intentionality of will or intellect can know the ultimate significance of one’s life–the truth of which cannot be seen.
We lack the capacity but we can join the flow of consciousness and that requires integration, balance.
Now as for “prongs” Here is Hafiz’s:
Don’t Die Again
I am a man who knows the 10 thousand positions of
Divine love
I can tell by the light in your eyes
that you are still most familiar
with the few earthly ones
but would not a good father instruct all his heirs
Toward that path that will someday deeply satisfy?
This world is a treacherous place and
will surely slay and drown the lazy
the only life raft here is love
and the Name.
Say it brother
O say the divine Name, dear sister,
silently as you walk.
Don’t die again
with that holy ruby mine inside
still unclaimed
When you could be swinging
a golden pick with
each
step.
Thank you teranam 13 from heart.
I’m delighted with your deep humble and beautifull understanding. I have to read the Bhagavadgita to learn how and by whom was given the answer to Arjuna,
“no ego or no intentionality of will or intellect can know the ultimate significance of one’s life–the truth of which cannot be seen.”
As to Hafiz’ beautifull “Don’t Die Again”:
You have to be born a second time in life to be able to enter heaven. (pistis of medieval Alchemists)
Has the Deep State, or a faction within the Deep State, decided that the USA needs a tough guy, namely Trump, to sort out the USA’s problems?
Trump calls for ground troops in Iraq and Syria./ Donald Trump’s Long Pro-War Record – The Atlantic
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/09/donald-trump-is-often-more-hawkish-than-the-washington-elites/502145/
On September 29, 2016, the NFL made it official announcing that six-time Grammy winner Lady Gaga will headline this year’s Super Bowl 51 halftime show. Almost all of that she does is wrapped up in the Occult, Mind Control Symbolism, and the Devil.
Lady Gaga use a blend of contemporary music, art, fashion and film to create “intelligence imagery” – a force unto itself.
Intelligence imagery is a highly developed and growing science of the U.S. Military Industrial Complex for mass population control and psychological warfare.
Lady Gaga’s “pop electro operas” deliberately drives demonic, occult, mind control symbolism and themes through music videos, songs, photo shoots and costumes.
In a Vigilant Citizen article that I encourage everyone to read entitled, Lady Gaga Perfume Fame another Illuminati Tribute, it demonstrates that Lady Gaga is absolutely nothing to play around with.
There is no specific direct evidence that links Lady Gaga to the sacred teachings, books and the hermetic philosophy and magick of Pythagoras, Kabala, Knights Temple, Rosicrucians, Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, or the Sexual and Homosexual and Drug Rituals of Great BEAST 666.
However, the Vigilant Citizen sets forth substantial circumstantial evidence that Lady Gaga is an accomplished freaky initiate and adept of the Satanic Cult linked to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and the Great BEAST 666.
Masonry is ruled by the Luciferian – General Pike – Agent of British Agent Massini – 33rd Degree and the Sexual Palladian Rite with the Whore of Babalon.
Like the Occult British Olympic Ceremony, the Occult Madonna NFL Ritual, The Swiss St Gothard Tunnel Ritual all these Rituals point to a World takeover by a Bohemian Grove, Bilderbugger, Pagan Oligarchic Elite who have infiltrated Masonry – at least at the 33rd Degree Level.
Sex, Homosexual Sex and Pedophilia is Free Love according to Head of the British Secret Service Bentham’s Hedonistic Calculus – perverted by Ritual.
The Inquest into pedophilia in Britain started by revelations of Jimmy Savile as a procurer of children for Elite Rituals, Snuff Movies of child sacrifice and sex match the details from the Dutroux enquiry in Belgium of Elite Ritual Child Sex, Child Sacrifice and Child cannibalism.
Bohemian Grove Oligarchs use Human Sacrifice – actually holocaust – Tor – Quemada Rituals redolent of the Inquisition and the burning alive rituals in Hitlers Concentration Camps by Jesuit Himmler’s SS – Sea Seclorum – The Holy Sea – sanctioned by Pope Pius XII.
Every Summer Bohemian Grove is a grove of Redwood Trees above San Francisco in California where all the Pagan Oligarchic Elite go as they have done for thousands of years. The Groves of the Eleusinian Mysteries. The Groves of the Druids. The Groves of Human Sacrificing Woden of Fascist Hitler – The Old Religion.
When Nixon went to Bohemian Grove – and we have pictures – he said it was faggy.
We have pictures of Eisenhower, Ronald Reagan. Letters from Tony Blair at Bohemian Grove.
The Bohemian Grove Cremation of Care Ritual supposedly uses a false child – so they say – as the focus of a Ritual on an Altar in front of the Statue of a Forty Foot Owl – The Symbol of Minerva – Symbolic of Cybele and Attis, the State Religion of the Roman Empire before Christianity.
We have the videos by Alex Jones where the child is burnt alive surrounded by the Billionaire World Elite of Crypto-Christian Bloodline Families and Sabbatean Frankists who for thousands of years never forsook the Ancient Pagan Religion which worships sexual ritual, homosexual ritual, pedophilia and human sacrifice.
They’ve been going to Bohemian Grove for ‘thousands of years?’
You need to get out more…
I apologise Eimar,
What I meant to say was..
Every Summer Bohemian Grove is a grove of Redwood Trees above San Francisco in California where all the Pagan Oligarchic Elite go – “To the Groves” – as they have done for thousands of years. The Groves of the Eleusinian Mysteries. The Groves of the Druids. The Groves of Human Sacrificing, Sexual Ritual, Woden of Fascist Hitler – The Old Religion.
Like the Occult British Olympic Ceremony, the Occult Madonna NFL Ritual, The Swiss St Gothard Tunnel Ritual all these Rituals point to a World takeover by a Bohemian Grove, Bilderbugger, Pagan Oligarchic Elite who have infiltrated Masonry – at least at the 33rd Degree Level.
Sex, Homosexual Sex and Pedophilia is Free Love according to Head of the British Secret Service Bentham’s Hedonistic Calculus – perverted by Ritual.
The Inquest into pedophilia in Britain started by revelations of Jimmy Savile as a procurer of children for Elite Rituals, Snuff Movies of child sacrifice and sex match the details from the Dutroux enquiry in Belgium of Elite Ritual Child Sex, Child Sacrifice and Child cannibalism.
Bohemian Grove Oligarchs use Human Sacrifice – actually holocaust – Tor – Quemada Rituals redolent of the Inquisition and the burning alive rituals in Hitlers Concentration Camps by Jesuit Himmler’s SS – Sea Seclorum – The Holy Sea – sanctioned by Pope Pius XII.
To Roll on Loves Leavings
Correct. In principle. That’s why I call them the Illumi-naughty. Very very dark and very, very naughty. They count on not being understood or inspected too closely by anyone who is not one of them, principally by bribes of wealth and power (Hillary is a typical example, venal to the core….) or murder, if you really know the specifics of any skeletons in their closets.
Besides horrifying people, do you have any proposals for their effective exposure and defeat?
IMHO they are very very powerful, but not ALL-powerful. How do you propose to make them LESS powerful.
The Hegemon may be tamed for the next 50 years, but the occultocracy will live on for centuries more of naughtiness unless many more people know how they operate and gain immunity.
Good morning, all, and much peace and love to the world. It’s still dark here in this briar patch of the globe where I ended up like Brer Rabbit. Day and night are relative on this spinnng globe so you may be in the fading light. No matter, it’s all love and we’re all in love whether we know it or not. Love is my theme but war is the theme here in our gentle vineyard. Stop the war on Russia the man says. Yes, that we must do and will do. Some facts are so obvious that we cannot see them. War is a very bad thing but we seem not to mind very much, or otherwise we would figure out a way to stop it. We are geniuses, a fact attested to by this computer which links me to all of you and to the whole world. Yet, we cannot stop war. We say we want to but it doesn’t stop, just keeps rolling along. Too many of us are benefiting from war and some part of us knows it. Just as long as we can outsource war it is not too much of a bother; in fact, it provides entertainment for our boredom, like a sporting event. I speak of myself for the most part. Yet, I do want to know the real causes of war. I think I’m correct with the Love Army’s grasp of the situation but that does not get much traction. The problem is so ubiquitous that it is invisible. This whole system is so twisted and we are twisted right along with it. We can’t see it because we’re in it. A mind can be absolutely brilliant and not be able to see the obvious big picture. It may start with a false premise usually unconscious supported by a lifestyle that is actually suffocating but cannot be abandoned because any change to it is perceived as life threatening. We’re all boxed in by our determining circumstances. So what is the way out of this war madness? For me it is radical love, in the sense of getting to the root cause and rooting it out. That cause is the system of evil itself which overthrew a previous system that was natural and good. This rebellion is called the “fall of man.” How did we fall? Where did it begin? The bible story gives us the clue but it must be teased apart because it is a lie. However, the truth is within the lie. The truth is that Eve, the mother of all the living, was leading a natural life. She was innocent of evil, symbolized by her nakedness. We have to analyze the story from that natural perspective. It starts with good and later is corrupted by evil. Womam is the starting point. Nature goes from mother to daughter to mother to daughter, etc. Man is created from womam. That is obvious. Yet, the story is reversed by patriarchy which insists that woman came from man; from his rib, the rib of Adam which has some kind of word play behind it. This reversal of natural truth is the first sign of evil. The lie starts the evil rolling. Our original state was womam centered with man in a supporting role. The bible lie reverses this natural truth. This is the first cause of war, the war on truth. Our perception of the truth gets flipped upside down at a very basic level. Once we accept that lie we doom ourselves to perpetual war. The way back to natural peace is to reverse the reverse. Don’t accept the lie. Our whole culture and civilization is lie based, and therefore war based. The fall of man is a truth but the wrong parties are blamed. Eve is blamed when she was innocent. The male sex started war by lying about womam. The war of the sexes is a war of one sex upon another. It’s all about power, power-over. Womam had natural power by reason of her innate gifts. Womem governed without any need for war whatsoever. Real men supported this system of womem first because they greatly benefited from it. It was a system of love and affection with no killing needed. Patriarchal men were a different breed which need power more than love. Who knows where they came from? Perhaps they are endemic in the universe because love needs freedom, even the freedom of evil. In the case of our species, there is a viral mutation of patriarchy, which literally means the pater, the father; or patri, of the father is the first arc, archon, archy or arche; the first cause, principle, value; the arc that encloses all. This is a big lie; a reversal of natural truth, the truth of a womam centered culture based womam centered nature. Men themselves are an experiment in nature. Sexuality brings many wonderful benefits but is not necessary for nature’s survival; that’s only necessary in our kind of situation. War is based on a basic lie which we all buy into. There never was or is a true matriarchy; that’s just another smaller lie down the chain of command. The first lie is about sex and its relations. In nature the sexes are not equal. If we mix up the natural order, and even reverse it, we cause war on truth and therefore create evil. War and all its cruelty is inevitable. We may escape its ravages temporarily by outsourcing it but eventually we will pay for our ignorance and culpability. It’s the law of love, sometimes called karma. The Love Government tells the true story; the Love Army carries out its mission of applying the truth and the Love Bower provides the power for doing so. The Love Vineyard and its Love Cafe within give us the news of what is happening in the ongoing drama of Love and War. The action is not only out there with Russia but in the recesses of our own minds and hearts. Maybe we want to stop war and maybe we don’t really; our actions speak louder than our words. The Russian Army is doing its part but in the long game it cannot do it by itself. It needs us who will speak truth and have the “courage of the changing of the guards.” The patriarchal system has to be challenged and recycled. We have to first distinguish the different strands of patriarchy. Russia is patriarchal but it is relatively benign and necessary now to fight fire with fire. Any true patriarchy will eventually restore the love order which is womam centered, along with proper child care. Ladies first has much truth in it, as any genuine man will recognize. I was raised in Christianity, a patriarchal institution if there ever was one. It has good and bad elements of patriarchy in it which have to be distinguished before reasonable reform can develop. Christianity has developed greatly from its first beginnings but has become fixated and frozen at certain stages. Its strength lies in its doctrine of love, exemplified by Jesus who was a womam and child lover and a fighter against the dogmas of empire. That’s a good starting point for us in reversing the lies and getting back to the truth. Well, the sun is up but obscured by the clouds. Looks like it’s going to be a fine day. I love you all. Love has a liturgical year like Christianity. It tells stories and has ceremonies and feasts like Christianity too. Right now we’re celebrating the 45th week of the year, starting from the winter solstice right before Christmas. This week celebrates the Moon, using the icon Moon tarot card, number XVIII in the major arcana. The general story is that the Fool as Joy takes us on a journey through a house of love during the weeks of the year and tells a story as we go. The following is part of the story for this week. Joy’s speech is in quotes: “The Lover’s body is the way, the truth and the life,” Joy added to my thoughts. “The two pillars are the two sides of her body: feet, legs, thighs, hips, vulva lips, pelvic crests, breasts, eyes and ears. There is no salvation except through her. Male gods are copycat imposters, spinning twisted tales from fine spun womem’s stories. The earth, sun and moon govern womem’s bodies. Womem formed the first communities when they ovulated and menstruated together. They chose mates when they wanted children and gathered, ate and slept together in harmony with nature and all of nature’s nurture. The Lover’s body burns with love of earth, moon, stars, and all elements, even God. Her love is hotter than the sun and warms even the ice cold patriarchal God who would kill her.” Joy was hot too, hot on the trail of truth, setting fire to false tales of fake pates. [End of reading], Thanks be to love. It’s 8 am and time for breakfast, time to break my fast. Looking forward to what this gift of a day will bring to us all. Once again, love to all.
Nice, but such long strokes may give me a stroke.
paragraph (n.) late 15c., from Middle French paragraphe “division of text” (13c., Old French paragrafe), from Medieval Latin paragraphus “sign for start of a new section of discourse” (the sign looked something like a stylized letter -P-), from Greek paragraphos “short stroke in the margin marking a break in sense,” also “a passage so marked,” literally “anything written beside,” from paragraphein “write by the side,” from para- “beside” (see para- (1)) + graphein “to write” (see -graphy).
Of course, a stream is without distinct beginning or end, it is not a faucet.
However since streams and sex constitute your wheel house, please consider that one long non-interrupted stroke might give the male a stroke! And I can’t even imagine what it would do to the female……….
Repeated Strokes, Aye, Paragraphs!
Therefore, for sweet longevity’s sake,
What’s handy is the welcome short break,
To catch our heavily panting breath,
And avoid an orgasmic, early death.
The break does not destroy the stream,
it’s just a slight shift in rhythm or in theme
A slight change of course, direction or slope.
In so doing, it ennables our stamina to cope!
Without it, your streams’ headlong pace I dread,
May leave some readers exhausted or dead.
Oh, have mercy on your readers’ heart throb,
Use paragraphs and space bar, like Uncle Bob.
My excuse for rudely intervening?:
Changing 4 tires at the Big O!
So whip out laptop, and comment on the Go.
Bro 93
Had to wait a bit for the lift to come down, to see the splendor of the poetry. In your case (in this case – comment to Dennis) the entire humor is pleasurable by reading the whole stuff above the poem. Of course, someone who is new here, cannot comprehend the deep, which is not at all cynical towards Dennis.
We know each other for a while,
To have an understanding of each other style,
To get it better, Dennis shows the weather,
Writing long and hard, till minds falls apart.
His words are coming like a wheel,
No more need to get the pill…
Reactions to new features
1. Up/Down voting
Most of the negative reaction is against the up/down voting. This feature can easily be removed if the Saker community see no value in it. We will run with the up/down feature over the weekend and then review the comments and decide to retain or eliminate the feature.
2. Read/more
So far most commentators like the ‘more’ feature. It makes the the comment threads ‘cleaner’ (IMO) and there has been little negative response.
3. Javascript Security
Javascript is already in use in WordPress so this is not a new. (wordpress is the blogging application that is used by Saker). Javascript is a client side application that is use to improve the clients usability and presentation of data. Security exposure for javascript is normally found in filling out forms and logins. As the only interaction that the the commentator has with our server is the posting of comments security exposure is almost nil.
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Thanks for your response ( I will also post this over in ‘New Features’)
Herb (webmaster)
Dear Mr Herb Saker Admin Webmaster
Thank you very much for asking, and for the good work that you do!
I do not find the format very desirable, why click on Read/More, just read more without clicking, or scroll down, it is uncomfortable for the script to be sliced off.
Often the nature of comments here needs to be viewed as a whole, which also gives a sense of content and meaning.
Poetry is reduced to gibberish ;)
Up/Down voting somehow also not, it is too prescriptive and demeaning for my thinking
http://www.infowars.com/u-s-marshals-tackling-of-ammon-bundys-lawyer-creates-buzz-in-legal-community/
Very interesting video in which the Federal Marshals frustrated by the jury’s verdict found a reason to attack and taser the Defense Attorney. When asked how he was, he mentions that since he grew up on a dairy farm he was used to rough handling but he was already on the ground, subdued when they tasered him. yes, dirty pool they played.
What next? Black plastic bags over people’s heads like how the Israeli’s train our cops to do?
I’ve never been a soldier until I got here to the vineyard with its efforts to stop war. Now I’m a keyboard soldier in the information war. I’m interested in the basic information that drives this whole enterprise. Information is energy of a special type. It operates within the human brain and body. It’s extremely subtle but real as can be seen in its terrible aspects like war. I have degrees in philosophy, theology and psychology as well as a work-a-day one in nursing. My real passion resides in the first three. Basic stuff of the mind. This is what the empire uses and so must I. The fundamental carrier is language itself. Words have information and energy attached to them at the language level itself. The empire knows this and has made an evil science out of the manipulation of words and images. I cannot play their game or I am bound to lose. I have to create my own web of meaning and energy and play my game and direct it against theirs. And it has to reach the deepest levels of philosophy, theology and psychology where the war is won or lost. Starting with philosophy I have to challenge the basic premises of the empire; otherwise I will be caught up in distracting details. The very foundation of the empire’s thinking is the philosophy of being in what is traditionally called the Great Chain of Being which is more like a pyramid than a chain. A supreme being is at the top, usually called God but in reality is Power. Rule is from the top on down. Beings are discrete entities, able to be separated and manipulated by power. They have essences, different from other essences. They have existence and presence. To our conditioned minds they are normal and necessary. It is the Big Lie of all lies. So big that it cannot even be questioned because the teaching is that there is nothing bigger with which to handle it. Being fills up all of existence with its essence of power. Anything that could challenge its power is shunted off into non-existence and impossibility. Thus the Big Lie stands supreme in the minds of men. The Big Lie of Being is told over and over until it is part of our blood and bones, embedded deeply in our genes. It is the paradigm of “divide and conquer” and arranges all in a mighty pyramid scheme. The doctrine of being is presented as impregnable. If we are without being, we cannot exist. All a big lie upon which lesser lies depend. This chain or pyramid of being is a chain around our necks and leads to endless wars from the exhausting struggle to claw to the top and avoid being dragged to the bottom, forever and ever. This false flag philosophy would never get traction if the lies were not dressed up as truth and virtues with attractive benefits. This worldview is part and parcel of patriarchy, rule by men. The word “philosophy” comes from words that derive from love: Philia and Sophia who are womem. A true philosophy is womam centered and has nothing to do per se with being and existence. It has everything to do with relating and loving in the action of creating. A philosophy of love has nothing to do with a chain or pyramid of being, those discrete units that can manipulated with power. Loving is an immediate experience flowing in and out of itself within a natural world. It has no need of a supernatural imposition from without. A community of lovers needs no pyramids or chains; or armies or laws based on power. Love has a whole different orientation than power. Power needs a pyramid; love needs only love which cannot be manipulated as separable units of being. Love has to be experienced in its totality in the very act of relating; not dissected into pieces of being forced into a new world order of left-brained intellectual logic to satisfy the appetite of power. I know this and the Love Army knows this. We have to know our enemy inside and out; we have to know his language and his stories, false as they are so we can love it to its own death and resurrection. At some point philosophy will morph into theology and then into psychology but we’re not there yet. We have to learn our own language of love, based on direct relating. Fortunately, we have this vineyard cafe which is doing that already, especially with its poetry. I like that but I also need to reason as well as rhyme to better bring the empire of being to heel and to heal. I have created a love world with an accompanying love story at The Love Government and here with the Love Army. It contains the philosophy of love in story and poem form, using tarot cards, not for divination but for their visual and emotive effects. Last week we had the Lover on a white horse with sword upraised rushing to save a damsel in distress, an archetype of salvation. The strong language of patriarchy is used against patriarchy. Here’s an excerpt: “Patriarchy is a cult of death addicted to denial, creating the disease to sell the cure of an after life for the price of this life. What a kill-joy and spoil-sport. I had to let the dead bury the dead and follow the sound of my own joyous life. Despite what deadmen said from both sides of the grave, this life was the ever-present body of the Lover. The Lover was my window-mirror and echo chamber, rushing toward me like a saving grace, blasting open my clogged lines and rewiring my corroded circuits. It wasn’t enough to trash patriarchy; it was going to crash anyway. Love needed to fill the vacuum or a worse devil would be sucked in. Saving the world from male madness was a rush job that had to be done right. Every second counted because every hair was numbered. A world in mortal danger slumbered. We were driving under the influence of patriholics. It was up to me to recover sobriety.” It feels good to be a soldier for truth in this information war. I’m proud to serve with this vineyard in support of this bold and noble goal. I’ll take a break from the action now and visit the love bower outside where the lovers gather to make merry and love-mad dances among the sacred shrines and climbing vines. Love to all past all confines. P.S. I’m really liking this new format. Thanks.
I’ll start a new paragraph here which technically I can’t if it is “a short stroke in a margin.” A double space works though. I agree with Bro 93 that a pause does refresh. Paragraphs can be long or short sections.
If changing four tires can inspire such witty sex poetics, what does changing to a new car do? Or changing horses in mid-stream which seems quite a turn-on. Speaking of streams, sex and strokes reminds me of row boats. It’s an ancient icon of sex, with the oars in the stream, the rocking and rolling of the boat, the stroking of the oars and the in and out rhythms of the womam’s element, water.
Teranam 13 is of like mind in the words of Hafiz with “the 10,000 positions of Divine Love” and “the only life raft here is Love and the Divine Name.”
I will heed the good advice of Brother Bro and Sister 13.
Love is my Bible and Constitutional Text; the sub-text is always sex in one or more of those 10,000 divine positions. Thanks for the reminder. How do you like these short strokes? I’ll need an ioanity of poetry to from here to infinity to satisfy love’s reality.
This makes life worth living! And reminds me of why I want to be here with Saker and friends.
Someone not only admitted that they did not know everything but did it graciously and with class.
Love you, poets of Love.
The rowing analogy is most apt. The goal of the eight oared shell filled with long and lean oarsmen going backwards and being yelled at by a relative midget is “swing” or a sort of ideal smooth coordination where no oarsman’s actions wastes energy of any other oarsman. The boat seems to fly effortlessly when this magical condition is attained.
And it is inspiring and sensual, LOVELY in an athletic kind of way.
Of course this relates to jazz jamming “swing” and you will of course note that it is all just expressions of Love, and Love-making, in water, or sound (air).
Now tires are rubber and consciousness is where the rubber meets the road, giving traction to the wheel, the soul, and the mind. But I’m burning the midnight oil and my car may be sexy but I’m too tall to do it in there, particularly at this hour. My wife would call the men in the white coats, if I propose we go to the garage to get it on.
Sorry for making little sense, but thanks for the shorter paragraph strokes. However, I need to add that for the 2000 yd standard rowing race distance you do have to be long, or you WILL lose, It’s all a bout leverage, which is why 5 ft 8 inch tall guys aren’t gonna be in the boat, because they can;t reach out far enough with their oars……But 8 King Kongs that are 9 ft tall won’t work either…if they try to pull the boat 2000 yards with one huge paragraph of effort that busts all the oars with excessive superhuman force applied.
The oars are obviously phallic, so imagine how painful that could be. And embarrassing! If you somehow get back to the dock with oars broken in half, that symbolism is a poor omen for that evening, clearly.
Moderation, balance, divine (lovely) proportion in all things!
And why on Earth do you assume that there only could be oarmen in the raft?
Patriarchy again…..and unasked and unheard advice on “how women should behave”, Russian or from wherever…..?
Being of the phisical appearance more of a damsele, I once went on a 5 grade white water’s rafting in the White Nile, at Jinja, Ughanda….It was a bit scary, specially when I got under the raft in what seemed to me never ending minutes without finding my way up, but also very funny, refreshing and a totally advisable experience with the most wild side of nature…..There was a part of 6 grade in which we were sent by foot, through the shores, our foot naked, like the local children….Enjoyed a lot, although hurt my shoulder in one of the several fallings outside the raft trying to get into the raft again by the impulse of my arms only……
Anyway, the raft is totally controlled by the guide, and, yes, those crazy Ughandians carried their rafts and kayaks as if they were dancing with the waters…….
“River video”
You are one brave and strong woman. Thanks.
Actually, I made zero assumptions. But you made a few. Please note the main one, Dido:
How do you come to the conclusion that the watercraft of which I wrote was a raft? pERHAPS BECAUEIt was an 8 oared shell for collegiate competition. There are also women’s crews. The principles of leverage remain the same. The girls/women rowers tend to be on the long and lanky side, for competitive advantage. But I am male, so spoke as one of the oarsMEN, not an oarswoman, which I am not.
I imagine that raft handling operates by different considerations than 8 oared shells. I have no idea whether Dennis will find those considerations sexy or not…………..Ummm, actually, I suspect he WILL. Since he finds almost everything sexy. Or love-imbued, or whatever you want to call it. All is Love.
If you were a competition oarswoman, naturally you could add to or detract from my comment with equal authority. Be my guest, oarswomen!
As to rafting, your experience exceeds my tame touristy one-hour affairs. Therefore, right here, right now, the woman’s point of view can take the lead and inform the non-rafters of both sexes, because, you, a woman rafter, arrived in the vineyard to inform us of that subject before a male rafter did. And good for you and all female rafters!
My deceased sister was one of you. She did the grand Canyon, Colorado River several days rafting adventure, which I never did, and am probably too old for now. Here’s a video of that watery experience: https://youtu.be/LO-Mzupkuuw
I’m sure there are rougher , more exciting ones than that, but I have to search for a missing teenage son, right now.
However, I plan to vicariously enjoy the African rafting video you have so thoughtfully given us, after we find him. Thank you!
I don’t like this format. Besides the other objections I previously made about Roman Coliseum Popularity indicated by thumb gestures, it seems to eliminate paragraphing that the writer (me, Dennis??) actually intended. Why? What is gained? I don’t get it.
Yeah, and playing guitar with their oars. They weren’t worried. No rocks to smash your head on. More fun than the Colorado River video. Wilder, but maybe safer, because of the absence of rocks??
Son was found by me. As a passenger in cars in a new neighborhood, he never learned his way around. So he made the wrong turn and got lost. Then night fell. I wouldn’t have let him out of the car, but his mom did. Last time she does that. No more missing person reports for her!
Wanted to add this video to my previous comment but not possible with this new format without losing the comment:
has been added to prior comment … mod-hs
Major General John Rossi (US) commits suicide days before assuming command if Army Space and Missile Defence:
http://www.newsmax.com/t/newsmax/article/755948/16
Having to work, to click more to see more makes it very easy not to click, not to see, to flash through.
And particularly the unparagraphed dense text pre more.
Hard to read.
More work.
Why save space on an infinite page?
It’s late afternoon here, and my batteries are low so probably not a good time for hard thinking but I’ll do a little tinkering anyway. I just listened to Saker and Catherine at the latest news channel. Again, I am impressed by how these genius minds harmonize.
I learned a great deal, especially that these experts are talking way above my head. They are familiar with a world that I am not at all conversant with and further, that I am not interested in engaging with even if I could. Yet it is important for me to know that world exists and grasp at least in very general terms how it functions. For that I am grateful.
The world that I love and live in is radically different, down to the root. Yes, there is overlapping since I also live in the world they describe. The Saker has been clear that his heart is in Orthodox Christianity; I don’t know where Catherine’s deep roots are.
The world I come from is difficult to describe because it is a lived experience that can only be alluded to from the inside out by metaphors, symbols, signs, stories, right brain poetry in addition to scientific analysis; in short a hologram of love.
It is further complicated because of my dysfunctional personality in terms of the standards of normality in our culture. I have adapted the means and methods of this culture to survive but it’s a compensation, and unfortunately a corruption in some respects.
Fortunately, we have this cafe which represents the antithesis of the world that Saker and Catherine were analyzing. The thesis of that world is represented by the various articles that appear in that section of the vineyard. The synthesis of the two in my mind is the intangible Love Bower which is only known by living there.
“By misdirections we find directions out” says the womam author of Shake-his-spear. Jesus said the same when he said to his intimates that he spoke to them directly while using parables for those who liked stories. Just another way of saying the Love Bower is accessed by an uncommon love.
This can come off as an elitist secret society but that is disproved by the fact that there is no money exchanged, no rankings of power, no interest in worldly status and no secrets at all. It is all in the open for those that are open to it.
I present what I know about it though the symbolic Love Govenment with its Love Army and Love Bower. This vineyard is gracious enough to allow me to have my say in its house and on its land. I am a guest with no propriety rights. I send in some donations but we are both free to come go as we please.
I have been as self-disclosing as I can safely be without overstepping lines of common sense and decency. I don’t have any hidden sources or secret donors although like everyone else my unconscious closet may contain skeletons that I do not know about yet; but in the trials that always come may be brought to the light of consciousness.
Let me try to be more plain. My sources are lovers everywhere; and I do mean everywhere. Lover is the common denominator and name above all names. In Hafiz, as kindly introduced by Teranam 13 who suggested that “the only life raft here is Love and the Name.” I don’t know which name he has in mind but for me it is the very name: “Lover.” A lover is one among many lovers.
The real operative term that gets the work done is “lovers,” all of us insofar as we are indeed lovers, with no time and space limitations. In other words, a community of lovers; nicely represented here by a moveable feast–moveable in the sense that it cannot be pinned down and objectified.
My source is this community of lovers; no more and no less. Christianity has made this community of lovers into a patriarchal trinity of father, son and grandson. So ingrained is the sense of community in us that it could not dispense with some kind of trinity; a community of at least three.
I can feel this communal love when my pieces line up enough to provide reception; at other times I’m a basket case who can’t hold water and then I am forced to stumble back to the well and drink directly from the source.
The world that Saker and Catherine describe so well, is well, far from the well that I drink from, or wish to drink from. In a war it is necessary to know your enemy and they have the stamina to do this. I do not. If you’re a basket case you can’t afford to stray too far from water. Your container is more of a sieve.
Gee, I do like the look of paragraphs. Bro was right. But then again, my mind is more of a steady stream except when it hits the rocks. Maybe I’ll mix both in some weird way to scramble my brains. I don’t know. “I was all right until I fell in love with you.” Much love to this war weary world.
Denis, dear, you quote Teranam 13
” In Hafiz, as kindly introduced by Teranam 13 who suggested that “the only life raft here is Love and the Name.” I don’t know which name he has in mind but for me it is the very name: “Lover.”
For me “name” = “word” : John 1.1: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
This “beginning” in the zodiac to me is represented by the MC (medium coely or midheaven) as the ASC (ascendant) is = the “appearance”.
In analogy to Capricorn/Saturn = the zodiacal lord of the beginning, the “name” to me is that of the father of the bride, like God was the “father” of Eve.
I always appreciate the gold within or underneath the heap of associations you produce. I deem it indispensable.
A different Black Sea fleet:
Scientists Find Huge Ship Graveyard in Black Sea Dead Zone (PHOTOS)
https://sputniknews.com/environment/201610301046880716-ship-graveyard-black-sea-dead-zone/
A major development in maritime archaeology.
that is fascinating yes——maybe the remains of Tatar slaving ships transporting white russians through Feodosia to arab countries…thousands were kidnapped.
Another breakthrough, this time in paleoarchaeology.
First Ever Fossilized Dinosaur Brain Discovered in England
https://sputniknews.com/environment/201610301046880973-first-ever-fossilized-dinosaur-brain/
The earliest tory remains found to date…
To be honest, the whole dinosaur narrative with hundreds of colorful, children-friendly dinosaur species with fancy names looks more and more like another elaborate Royal Society hoax.
The night is dressed all in black
The day is gone away–alack
It’s not quite time to hit the sack
Your bedtime kiss is what I lack
Without your nightly hug I’m too wired
I need your touch to make me tired
All my ammunition has been fired
Now in your arms I am retired
Good night to all
And to all sweet dreams
For those across the globe
Have joyful daydreams
–Ojai, California, 8 pm
Donbass….sadly ukrops seem to be building up even more artillery, rockets up against DPR…….investigation group has been set up re recent deaths and injuries, although the Ukraine officers are known says Pushilin…….posting here as this is current information and this cafe is “live”………
Good morning from my place to yours. As for time, I see that it is now recorded precisely which I think is a good idea. I want to go more into the timeless on the borderline between philosophy and theology. ‘ The single quotation mark will serve as the short stroke in the margin as the link to the precious parchments of our beloved ancestral writers, indicating a new paragraph in the pre-read more compression box.
‘New paragraph. Philosophy aspires to sound the deeps of thought. Theology says it can go this far and no further since it runs into the wall of mystery. Then theology proceeds to probe the mystery with thought. A twilight borderland if there ever was one.
‘Theology is the study of God using the tools of faith. Where reason falters belief steps into the breach. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Does faith precede reason or the reverse? This question can be worse than a gypsy’s curse. Hence we have the adverse kingdoms of religion and science.
‘I’ve been ordained a priest in both old and new religions. I’ve tried to grasp onto the skirts of old and new sciences. I’m an armchair observer of both their shenanigans.
“Dark Beauty
With that long night’s journey in your eyes
Silver Angel
Today in the countryside it was hotter than a crotch
Sweet Goddess
The world of illusion is at my door
Dark Beauty
Meet me at the border late tonight”
I love that border between Reason and Belief, especially out in the desert on a full moon night.
I have to have some faith in reason in order to engage with thought. I have to think in order to make use of my faith. As Dylan says: it takes a womam to bridge the riddle. Dark Beauty indeed.
Love is the bridge over the River Why. Love is the road to the house of God. Love abides in the land of Nod. Love is a mystery story and an open book.
In that no man’s land between nowhere and everywhere, man has created God and God has created man. Christian theology calls it the Incarnation of God as man, embodied as Christ Jesus. A brilliant long stroke of genius that went from paragraph-less parchments to the computer I’m caressing.
It’s not a matter of either or but of both and. God is man’s solution to an existential problem. Does God exist? Certainly, in the minds of men. Does God have an existence, separate from the natural world? Certainly, in the minds of patriarchal men but certainly not in the hearts of natural womem.
So as with everything else the problem and solution is sexual. God avoids the problem by being non-sexxual (sic) but offers no solution to we who are sexual. The blessed trinity of father, son and ghostly grandson compounds the problem with its prejudicial solution of no women needed. Such a stance contradicts nature so super-nature becomes the way out.
Transcendence of our sexual nature becomes the dogma of God and the creed of the world. The highest virtue becomes escaping the sexual world for a patriarchal sexless heaven of angels worshiping a celibate male trinity.
Reason says this is absurd. Faith says it is ensured. Love says: stop all this wrangling and let us have a word. The word is “Lovers.” Gather round, lovers and listen to what you heard. Let’s have a round table conversation at that cafe in the desert under the full moon on the border between me and you.
Let’s not play Russian roulette but Russian diplomat. Lovers can bridge the gap between this and that. For love it’s old hat. “I met someone and I had to remove my hat; she’s everything I need and want but i can’t be swayed by that.” I need a reason to have faith and faith in the reason that I have.
Lovers have the key to unity and diversity. Lovers live and love in a universe made of one seamless weave. A transcendent supernatural God is an archetype icon of the infinite expansion of stars fronting for the lovers themselves. God is good for preserving that sacred sense of the limitless expanse of the lovers’ domain.
We need not throw out the baby with the bathwater. God is but a baby in the arms of love. He yet may grow up to be a man which is the point of the doctrine of the Incarnation. “I was older then; I’m younger than that now.” Ever since they suppressed herstory, patriarchal history has been abusing God for their lack of power; they use him compensate for their impotent penis.
Patriarchy rewrote a natural unity with a schizophrenic trinity. God got caught in the crossfire of patriarchal war insanity. When God grows into a Man, he will help restore the original plan. The asexual Trinity of men will return to a community of lovers, both womem and men. The Incarnation will restore its own in-the-flesh-sex-text meaning.
Revelation will be once again the body of nature rather than a body of literature. Heaven will be a renewed earth. The Word of God will be the flesh of love (“and the Word became Flesh”). Churches, temples and mosques will once again be shrines, sacred groves and virtual vineyards.
The communion of sexxless saints will be again the communal sex bowers of lovers. The whole superman super-natural edifice of heaven will be brought down earth where it belongs. The mountains of man will again protect the vulva valleys of womem, where women will be womem.
The Word of the Lord will become the Flesh of Love and the Sword of God the Sex of the Lover. The hex of falsehood will give way to the sex of true love. Philosophy will embrace theology and science give a holy kiss to religion, rechristened as a Religion of Love. Jesus will smile as his mission is completed by all-too-human vineyarders crossed over from another century.
Jesus the Son of Man will say to Mary the daughter of Womam:
“Something there is about you that strikes a match in me
Is it the way your body moves or is it the way your hair blows free?
Or is it because you remind me of something that used to be
Something that crossed over from another century?”
I must apologize and double apologize for hogging this space and in the minds of some, hijacking this cafe. And I must also ask pardon for speaking of a sacred, divine subject without reference to the feelings of profound reverence, awe, holiness, devotion, dedication and harmonious mystery that is a religion of God; assuming that I could do it which I cannot. For that we need a thousand Beethovens and Mozarts, and Michelangelos and DeVincis.
My apologia pro vita sua is that I am but a lonely old curmudgeon contrarian retired man who has little else to occupy his time. The communal sex community is taking its time about manifesting materially so I must bide my time too. I can’t find anyone else than you so you’ll have to do.
It’s a rainy day Sunday here in the land of the sun so it’s a welcome change. Still, what am I going to do without you? I don’t have a TV or video player, telephone or car. I don’t smoke or drink and I can’t sit around all day and think. I could read a book but I’ve read the ones I like and the others I cannot brook.
When in such a state of disrepair, I turn to love to help me out. Here’s a game to chase the blues away. Take a plain sheet of white paper; take a plate as a template and trace a perfect circle on the paper; crease it down the middle of the circle; hold the paper so the crease makes it like the open pages of a book; then tilt the paper away from you so you are looking up at it and you will see a heart appear like magic; tilt the paper the other way and you will see a spade.
Allow me to quote from The Love Government book where it mentions that game. It also mentions cards which are two decks that constitute the framework of the book in the form of a house of consciousness cards and tarot cards.
“Foreplay
Once upon a time, in the beginning before time, there was a Lover. She looked like a womam in Love, on her wedding day, when making love, pregnant, nursing her child or in the ecstasy of dying.
The Lover was a sacred sphere of everything and nothing. She is a perfect home for us because everything is perfect and nothing is perfect with all imperfect somethings in between.
The sacred circle or sphere was invisible and indivisible. When she wanted to make herself visible and divisible, she opened the circle by folding it in the middle, showing the two sides of her heart.
Even today you can see this pure Lover by folding the circle and looking up at it. Then you will see a heart which is the sexual sign of her vulva and feel the waters of her Love coming pouring out.
The Lover built a house with a code word called consciousness. The game is to break the code and discover the Lover in the riddle.
The first clue is the O circle in the middle [of the word consciOusness]. When you fold the circle and see the heart, the middle three letters say I Love You [i (heart-shape u)]. When the circle is closed, the letters say I Owe You [iou], with Love being what is owed. Love is the key to the Lover’s heart and Joy is her reward.
The middle of the word consciousness sounds like us, to remind us that the house of consciousness cards is a sign of all of us. I and U are on either side of the O circle and make the sound of us.
The cards vibrate like the Lover’s original, virginal heart. The upper and lower sides of the cards are vibrating waves of energy. The point of the game is to keep all the cards in balance and harmony.
When the game gets out of balance, it is like a spinning lopsided wheel. The lower or higher vibrations can throw the whole game out of balance if not coordinated. Imbalance is suffering. The Lover is balancing.”
Carpe Diem: Used to urge someone to make the most of the present time and give little thought to the future. A Latin aphorism, usually translated “seize the day,” taken from book 1 of the Roman poet Horace’s work Odes (23 BC). To put aside all differences, all fears, all worries, and just go for it.
Allow me to go for the heart of the Love Government, Love Army, Love Bower and Love Vineyard. The Fool. The Fool card in tarot shows a sexual ambiguous figure approaching a deep canyon cliff with a river far below and mountains in the distance. S/he has a walking stick on her shoulder, a white rose in the other hand, stretched out high and wide. The sun is at his back and a zero O over her head.
A small white dog on hind legs barks at him as if to warn her of the danger. Head raised and looking skyward, he doesn’t seem to hear and continues to walk straight ahead to what looks like certain death.
In the Love Government book, the Fool is called Joy who takes us home on a journey through a house of consciousness, in the form of a house of cards.
In the same Love Government, there is a new, unpublished version of cards called “Sex Tarot.” The first card is called Joy Fool. It shows a naked womam, standing backwards on the edge of that same canyon cliff alone, with arms upraised and water gushing from her vulva. The same sun is overhead with a similar zero O.
This is the heart of the matter. The heart of the Love Bower. The act of sex on the edge of orgasm and death. A little death of life.
What is not shown is the communal sex context but it could be if the sketcher had more ability. Ecstatic sex of the whole community bridged the gap between worlds and tore the veil of separation apart to show love’s heart, like the veil in the Holy of Holies in the Temple of the God-Man at the split second of her/his orgasmic death on the cross.
The soldier then pierced her/his side with a spear and “blood and water” gushed out. This was a womam’s sign of orgasming and menstruating simultaneously. John the Evangelist saw and recorded this in the company of Jesus’ lover, Mary the Magna-line, his mother Mary and Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus.
Three Mary’s stood at the foot of the cross when all his friends save John fled. Womem stayed to the end. At Easter it was Mary, his lover, who first met him and told the others of him.
Jesus had said: “If you hunger and thirst, come unto me and drink for I am living water.” Jesus is She’sus, a universal symbol for all of us as lovers; and Chrestos, a gentle lover of vineyards and bowers; and Christos, a mighty priest-king of Love Armies.
Allow me to put down here the text that accompanies the sketch drawing of Joy the Fool, as I listen to Gregorian Chant:
“Zero stands for everything and nothing. Only a joy-fool can understand this. Joy is a fool for love. The joy-fool stands backwards on the edge of a canyon with a river running far below and mountains in the distance.
The Lover Joy ejaculates her sex waters as she falls backwards into the abyss of nothing and everything. This is the climax of life and death.
The sun shines over her head as if to catch her on his beams. Joy gives herself to him as a lover in her orgasm of ecstasy. The sun is her lover, another zero of everything and nothing.
The love culture celebrated the wheel of everything and nothing, Sex and death are surrender to the lover ancestors, descendants and participants present in the sacred sex rites. “Do this is remembrance of us.”
As with them, so with us. This is our heritage and destiny: to be lovers and joy-fools ourselves. This is the naked truth of who we are. With our family of lovers, we are the sacred circle wheel of all and null, joy-fools in love.
In tarot decks the Fool is the wild card who can take the place of any other card. The Fool goes where angels fear to tread. In the standard deck, a little white dog barks at the Fool to warn her away from the edge.
Dog is god spelled backwards. The Fool of Joy goes where God cannot. The Fool can be evil if she wants. That’s why God follows Joy, not the other way around.
God is also not very sexual. He doesn’t have a penis and cannot ejaculate amritu or amrita like Joy. Although the texts speak of “nectar of the gods,” they fail to say it is a womam’s love waters. The sad fact is that God killed off such rites and joy along with them. Talk about a kill-joy!
In the old days, a newly married couple were greeted with “may the gods give you joy.” This is a corruption of the lover ancestors giving the joy of sex to lovers. Joy is a code word for amritu (love rite), the joy-juice-nectar waters of pleasure in love-making in Eden, meanng: “pleasure where waters flow.”
In plain truth, we can say: may the Lovers give us joy. This gift is portrayed by the Joy-Fool card.”
Do not read latest article in Daily Mail…the plague off Putin…….unless you are either FSB and wish to arrest the author Ian Burrell on grounds of psychiatric lunacy when he next visits Russia to visit his fifth column friends…..or if you wish to collapse in laughter at the usual lies and hysteria being promoted in Estonia and anywhere else………..and despair at the delusional attempt to influence western masses.
The Buffalo have spoken!
A herd of bison appear to voice their support at standing rock.
http://themillenniumreport.com/2016/10/standing-rock-thousands-of-wild-american-bison-appear-out-of-nowhere/
I would like to have a go at The Saker now (I’ve slagged nearly everyone else off) and I did buy his book that is Brilliant – I paid £20 for it from Amazon and I have not quite finished reading it (but its really good and very big) I just tend to buy Books in Paper – you know a book at bedtime…
I more or less agree with The Saker..but he came up with the Term
Anglo_Zionists
I am English (Anglo) brought up as a Roman Catholic..and a lot of the kids I grew up with after The Second World War came from Poland – they were my friends and some of them were really clever..I never asked my mate if he was Jewish..He was born in England and had a very long name which I think I can still remember Edward Siekowiski.
Everyone at school called me Charlie – though that was not my first name.
It was actually Anthony. I was named after a nun – Sister Anthony.
My Family were really into The Roman Catholic Religion.
I gave it up when I was 15 – cos of personal reasons – confessing to the Priest (I fell in love with a 15 year old girl in my class) and I told him all my sins (except I hadn’t – cos I was too shy) – but he wanted to know all the details…so I told him in my imagination – what I wanted to do with the girl I fell in love with in my class – I remember her name too..
It was a very long time ago.
Us English are not Racist…
and there is no way this will get published for one thing – it is too long.
I think Craig Murray is Brill,,,but I find some of the things he writes rather offensive – when he accuses us English Working Class of Racism.
He is English himself – White Born in Norfolk – and he accuses Me White born in Oldham (and all us white underclass) of being Racist??
wtf does he know…University Challenge – Yes I used to watch it with Bamber Gascoigne
but did Craig Murray actually get on – or was he first reserve if one of the Oxford or Cambridge students Fcked up in Rehearsals?
I think we should know these things..
Then he claims to be English – and I nearly went to Norfolk to drop leaflets for him – when he put himself up as an MP Candidate.
I have never done any of these things – but I am still fit and healthy and somewhat older than him
My wife and I are not in the slightest bit racist ..and I have the evidence to prove it..
I hear Craig’s new book Sikunder Burnes is very popular in Ghana…
Now Craig claims to be Scottish?
I wish him well – but most British people – like my wife and me from Lancashire are Not Racist
We just told The Elite with BREXIT To FUCK OFF
Its about Democracy – rather than being controlled by ignorant rich people.
Now Donald Trump is doing it in The USA…
Their ain’t a lot of point in being a member of The Elite – if you are on the same side as
ANTHONY CHARLES LYNTON BLAIR (Scottish)
Do not blame us English for him.
Us English will do O.K. without You Scottish..but you ain’t that bad – and we would prefer it if you were on the same side as us..
Together we are Far better than the Americans – and The Germans.
The French – well – not in the same league.
How come – everyone wants to move to England?
Lets Face it – Us English are The Best.
Tony
I was thinking we could have a little fun with the thumbs up/down icons.
Let’s have our own poll.
Give a thumbs up if you think Trump will win. Thumbs down if you think its a slam dunk for the wicked witch of the west.
K
I voted up for Trump. I watched his talks of today and the last couple of days. I think he’s the real deal, as in New Deal. I also think he’s too far to the right and righteous but he has a great sense of humor and has a very quick mind, although he gives this same speech over and over, so by now it’s quite easy to do. I wish him the best. He sure speaks truth about the corruption and Hillary’s part in it.
Hi D- I agree with your point of view on Mr T. But, this suggestion was just a little fool’s play on my part- not so much to see who people favor, but who they think will win.
Of course now with the new Comey stuff all the cards are up in the air again. So we might all get fooled in the end. I read in zerohedge just now the Dem comeback is that Comey is a Putin agent. I think we have now gone beyond foolish into vague territories of the unfathomable.
Glad to hear you’ve had some rain in that thirsty place.
k
I watched the last three speeches by Trump, today and the previous two days. I admire the man; a man of courage, intelligence and conviction. It is my pleasure to dedicate the following poem to Donald Trump, wishing him all the best. It is on becoming an adult:
“The rive of time flows upstream
To the country of your consciousness dream
You are going home on a watery road
Pulling that barge and pushing that load
The riverboat docks at all the main levels
You can run in the rain
Or reign in the revels
You can pray with the natives
Or dance with the devils
Catch fish on the pebbles
Or make hay with the rebels
The adult marina is only one stop in time’s arena
You can get out on the dock and shop til you drop
The river of time will push you along
Whether you sing your own song
Or mix with the throng of the right and the wrong
An adult love life can be super
If only you don’t unconsciously dupe her
When pursuing the love god Cupid
Don’t make the mistake of being stupid
When I gave up reason I was sold down the river
I committed self treason and pulled the trigger
The hero of the age is superman
But without his woman he’s an also ran
Stupid in love is the original sin
Super in love is the big inning win
When my ship comes in to the adult river port
Give me a twenty-one gun salute report
Say he was going up the river to a far bigger giver
To meet the highland sources of the wild river forces
When my ship comes in, I’m going on board
When the boat bell rings, I’ll sheath my sword
When high tide begins, I will meet my lord
If the adult card is up, I drink of its cup
Come wrack or come wreck, I stand on its deck
The adult card is the half way house
Along the river of time
When I draw that card
I make it mine
To be an adult is to stand for justice
To marry the love that’s truly just us
Adult is the apex of human life
A courageous Ajax conquering strife
I do battle on the plains of Troy
Leave a child’s rattle and toys of a boy
Drop the teenager playing coy
And take up the sword of adulthood joy
In this consciousness house
Card game deal
I’ll find Achilles’ heel
And play Hector until I get her
Mighty Donald at the Plate
I don’t know if the Donald is up to your heroic ode,
But you’ve got the right spirit for budging the load.
Most sit in the bleachers and watch public men fail,
Then go home disgusted, or in the bar, cry in their ale.
They have no concept that a president is partly them,
Holding back fearfully, yes, cowardly waiting for him!
This is base consciousness, symbolized by number nine,
Spectators, they either cheer, grumble, boo or whine.
In thrall of the play of nine masonic uniformed symbols.
Their town and the people in it, who barely resemble
A catcher, a batter, an outfielder, as base runner, a pitcher,
They can’t get up off the couch, but they’ll bet to get richer!
They’re playing a game with themselves, no, not living life,
Not looking within, nor summoning the guts for the strife.
I don’t know how I can make my point all that much clearer:
Your country, your Devils are a satanic joke? Look in the mirror!
I want to get back to the Love Army and its work. It is a metaphor for my own ideas. Rather than speak in the first person, I project myself with a literary device which has the advantages of drama and using deeper archetypes. There is also a spiritual dimension of higher powers involvement relative to morality. I shy away from getting into spirituality because it is so easily abused but there are no good alternatives to describe the higher dimensions. I use the framework of love; so my sources are lovers rather than spirits. Leave that rest for now.
The Love Army then is composed of lovers who come to assist us in our battle against an evil empire which is showing its true colors more openly now, as it is confronted with the Russian opposition. Yet, this still is rather surface stuff that any but the dullest minds can see if they want to. The Love Army is going after bigger fish at deeper levels.
Until we address and treat the real causes, we are applying bandages to cancer and heart attacks which only give the illusion of success and distract from what must be done eventually if we are serious about winning. Maybe we are not and would be content to survive somewhere higher up on the pyramid of power than at the bottom. That’s our choice.
The Love Army intends to win the war, not just a few battles here and there. This is a much more satisfying endeavor for me than half-way measures which do not touch the basic problems. That’s appeasement of the enemy which only works for a time. But like I said, we each make our own choices which we have to live with. We can make a deal with the devil and enjoy the benefits he provides or we can confront him and go all in.
My intention in love is to go all the way. And so I project that intent into the image of the Love Army. I believe I am in alignment with the deepest spiritual sources and genuine morality but who can tell? And how? I think reason has to be the arbiter because if we resort too quickly to a spiritual answer, we do a spiritual bypass, a bypass of the mind and reason.
It is an information war after all, and information comes from the mind as well as higher revelation; both have to be used to their maximum capacity or we fail in our objective. I’ve been spending some time and effort in uncovering religious roots for this reason. They are important. So is philosophy is regard to love and war.
I’m speaking in general terms but the ground of understanding needs to be carefully prepared. An army’s position on the field is critical. We have to know our grounds of behavior because they supply our energy and fortitude. What are we fighting for and why? The battle is as much inside ourselves as out there.
To better ground these abstract considerations, let me briefly list the issues we’re really fighting for and against. Bear in mind that they are hidden from view by propaganda; lies, in blunt terms. We have to see the truth; otherwise we unknowingly assist the enemy.
The first division of the Love Army is about thought, good and evil thoughts which translate into love and war. The fundamental charge is to “think love.” Real love is directly opposed to war, one of the great evils. We have to think realistically about causes and solutions. Otherwise, we aid the enemy by falling for his lies.
The second division is about diet. We are what we eat because it influences how we think. If we can’t see that killing and eating animals is evil and leads to war of humans on humans, then something is wrong and immoral in us which needs understanding and correction.
The third division is about domestication and slavery. If we can’t see that keeping pets makes us pets by the laws of nature, then we, as above, need a remedial education, which the Love Army offers.
The fourth division is about intimate relationships, like marriage but not restricted to that. If we can’t see that coupling up to the detriment of communal strength through love and intimacy is not a ploy of empire to divide and conquer, then again, we are not entertaining love thoughts, according to the Love Army’s code of morality.
The fifth division is about usury and taking interest on money to make money. If we don’t know that this has been condemned by moral cultures of the past and don’t care, then we are not lovers but killers by default.
The sixth division is about drugs. If we can’t see that drugs kill the mind as far as deep morality goes, while they might assist in certain isolated compartments, we are blinded by empire’s machinations and manipulations.
The seventh division is about abortion. To kill a healthy fetus for convenience is murder for any clear thinking lover.
The eighth division is about contraception. If we can’t see any problem with it, our thoughts are about as shallow as the pharmaceutical ads.
The ninth division is about pornography, the objectification of persons as objects
The tenth division is about prostitution, a huge problem that seeps into subtle ways we prostitute ourselves for money and empire.
All of these evils are institutionalized deep and wide, and generally practiced by the majority in one way or another. The exceptions prove the rule, perhaps only in the mind by sympathy or in not opposing them. There are sins of omission as well commission. Just talking about these things tends to drain my energy but it must be done if we are to stop war.
These are sweeping statements, true. But a commander needs to sweep his eyes over the field first when he arrives at a potential battleground to assess the strong and weak positions. He also needs to sweep away the obstacles within his own ranks.
I make no claim to be right about these matters; only the right to surface them for discussion within a community that purports to stop war. These ten issues, on their negative side, in my opinion, are the major causes of war. Of course, it is subject to debate but on the grounds of reason, not emotion or long standing habit.
It is clear to me that something is fundamentally wrong with what we are doing. We can’t just keep blaming the elites since they are but parasites on the body of society. If we just keep on doing what we’re doing, we will eventually defeat ourselves. This is the deeper dimension to the concept of a fifth column.
The first gray light of dawn is appearing. This is getting long so I’ll continue the discussion in a subsequent post. Love to all.
I want to continue the thoughts that I just shared. This is kind of like thinking on my seat, as I go, to clarify my thoughts for myself primarily. I do this in this public forum as a type of conversation rather than a personal diary. In other words, like a cafe setting with others around the table which is more sociable, at least as a possibility.
To use the metaphor of three places in this vineyard: the war room, this cafe and the love bower, while I converse here at a cafe table, I am aware of a war room to my left and a love bower to my right, so to speak. War is really our reason for being here, more precisely: to stop war. But do we stop war by gathering information and analyzing it?
No doubt it is necessary and helpful to stopping war. But if we are only talking about it, and that mainly after the fact, is that much of a factor in actually stopping it? It is a commonplace observation that talk is cheap. Whether that fits our own situation, only we can tell.
The Love Army is not directly concerned with talking, although that is implied. The Love Army is about active loving: in thought and deed. The purest and deepest loving is represented by the Love Bower. That is the place and condition from which the Love Army derives its power. First, a man or womam is a lover; and then a soldier. Not the other way around.
Armies have some kind of central command which creates a chain of command. It could be a government, a private corporation or one or more individuals. The Love Army is authorized by the Love Government which also governs the Love Bower. The term “government” is used because of its relevance to how the world operates. It is governed by something, even if by anarchy.
World governments are run on a power principle, with a patriarchal pyramid model. Power from the top, or central command on down. In this sense, all power arrangements are some kind of government, even if corrupt.
As implied in the term, a Love Government runs on a different principle: that of love. This love has practical specifications and qualifications, which are identified by the Love Army in war and the Love Government in all situations of life, the Love Bower being of the essence.
This kind of approach has limited appeal in a basically war culture. We can easily be caught in the war patrix, even if the cause is good, as in the case of Russia. If wars were to cease, there would be severe withdrawal symptoms, even panic. That is why we need an alternative source of meaning and satisfaction, at least as strong as the war mentality.
For me, love is that alternative source of meaning and emotional support. But real, genuine love as proven by actions that actually stop war without becoming addicted to it. This is not easy; it’s a life time commitment and can only be achieved in small increments that are tested each step of the way.
I have felt these tests over and over. I can now attest with some confidence that they work to produce inner satisfaction and outward protection. But only time will tell as I encounter more tests that may become greater. Fortunately, I have 76 years of failures with some successes under my belt and in my data bank.
I was raised within religion so I am comfortable within that framework. Only recently have I come to realize how important government is in my affairs. War governments are hurtful to me personally, and from what I can see, terrible for us generally. I view war in specifics like the present war on Russia and more generally as a disease of our patriarchal culture.
My antidote to war governments is the Love Government and its Love Army and Love Bower. It is primarily an information war on the world stage so that is where I engage. But that is not where the war is lost or won. It is won and lost on the field of love. Have I loved truly or have I not? Love or the lack thereof is the issue for me.
It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
Time to take a break. Not a break from love but a love break. Love to all.
World governments are run on a power principle, with a patriarchal pyramid model. Power from the top, or central command on down. In this sense, all power arrangements are some kind of government, even if corrupt.”
In my version: World gevernments are run by an order within the levels of charge.
I as a man am still studying to do my stuff within the borders of goodness. My best guide is my love.
I suppose, there might be many similar lights burning like mine, quietly
like a tree in an old wall.
Denis you know, I like the short form and your length are a kind of borderlessness in this medium. But I like to follow your mining.
Gives me your mine in my world.