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Unholy Matrimony

May 14, 2012 in Uncategorized

Unholy Matrimony [How the woman conquered]

Girls have the power

I was six years old and it just so happened that we both were hiding in the same place, under the duvet cover, on the same bed. I decided to put my arm around her and she quickly corrected the misunderstanding. There was to be no cuddling, secret displays of affection or anything like on TV under the duvet cover while we were hiding.

The fairytale had ended and it was devastation. For months I had taken a liking in the girl. And the only reward for months of day dreaming was rejection. At least there was still the game of hide and seek. Yeay!

A bit later a great friend of mine introduced me to SCOPE magazine. God bless his soul!

Back in the day SCOPE was a top shelf light porn magazine printed black and white with one classy color centerfold print per edition. Value, in other words. It was from a time however, when the ninja turtles were still considered a cunning ploy by Satan to steal the souls of little children, so needless to say… The articles had to be really good.

And still you would hide this in a safer place than your gun. It still enjoyed a reasonable market as difficult sociological issues were overcome.  It solved the problems related to finding your princess. First of all:

  •  There was no rejection.
  • No climbing up hair, dangling from a tower, putting absolute trust in the dumb blond above.
  • No sleeping beauty surrounded by thorns bushes [And they say porn is sick because it cheapens the women] what the hell does a thorn bush do to a man?
  • No slaying of negatively inclined dragons.

The ladies were mysterious as they always smiled and each dangerous nipple was covered up with a rather clumsy, but safe, (and for your protection!) star, which shrunk a couple of nanometers per annum.  The only problems or dangers related to the SCOPE magazine were real women finding out that you had SCOPE magazine. Women could not know, as this would put the whole stockpile of secret sirens in jeopardy.

This was my pal’s dad’s collection. Every month we’d allocate sleepover time to peruse the loyal monthly increment to the collection. All planned to the last detail, complete with distractions etc…Sneaking it into the caravan, and also in a timely manner, sneak it back into the house again… the highest level of top secret. The CIA, to this day hasn’t the faintest idea. His mom could never know and his sister could never know. There was no room for error and everything had to and did run like clockwork.

With each month heaven came closer as the stars on the nipples shrunk more and more, probably as per government agreement, as nipples became safer for adult viewing. The smiles were as good as ever… all year round. Like moths to the flame, we were getting closer and closer to “the woman” until one day… there was no star. Well there was a nipple… slightly larger than mine. Slightly more protruding… Very tasteful, elegant etc., but there was no danger… No radioactivity, thorn bushes, big bad wolf or even high heels hiding behind the stars. Just soft human nipple?

The mystery and the danger had disappeared. Like a dog would turn its head to better understand human voice, I turned the magazine on its side. Maybe I was looking at it all wrong. To the side, upside down… same thing. It was human nipples. There was a moment of appreciation for beauty. A sublime calmness had come over me and I felt in a safe place… Was this love?

As I was reflecting on this full color centerfold the sociological guilt and shame of being part of a very crazy and neurotic race came over me. What if other people found me looking at this naked woman? How could no one ever speak about this? The fear of the whole momentous occasion had tainted the beauty. We quickly took the mag back to its hiding place and didn’t say much. It was a bit weird.

When that happened the free supply of SCOPE DRIED UP. The mystery was solved.

Case closed.

My friend’s dad stopped buying SCOPE. He must have been feeling the same guilt… Something needed to happen to revive the porn industry… HUSTLER MAGAZINE quickly exploited the apocalyptic chaos. Other magazines quickly tried to dress the girls up again but HUSTLER went nuclear with ALL COLOR

PRINTS. Like the old saying:”A good plan today was better than a perfect plan tomorrow”. Hustler simply deployed more firepower and squeezed the trigger. All color pages… full color, full fear, full guilt. Porn was back and worth the risk again! Not only that, but they started sneaking downstairs and at that stage things were getting a bit too hot under the collar for me.

Popular mechanics, Readers Digest etc nonetheless had died a violent death. Boredom however, had created the boomerang, and it wasn’t long before I found my way back to HUSTLER.

But even though stiff competition such as popular mechanics and common sense no longer threatened porn… it was still dangerous times. If my mom were to find out what I had been enjoying, never mind just looking. Enjoying I would be sent straight to hell WITH her blessing. We as teenager boys had the luxury of time to gradually adjust from the bra to the large stars to the little ones to the nipple or God forbid… the She-Devil panty. A woman finding the top magazine on the stack would instantly invoke divorce, a freak boating accident with dad drowning in the lake, whole families executed by shotgun, poisoned chocolate for Charismas etc. I wonder how many women killed their husbands over easily explainable porn magazines!

It was a soul taxing war… but we adjusted.

But with time like the above…. basically the same thing all over with the panties getting smaller etc. Once the panties were off… the mystery fear or danger had disappeared. It was all human anatomy down there, as well? This was getting a bit routine and furthermore… the mystery woman disappeared. That’s when I thought it was time for reality. Maybe girls in reality contained the mystery danger elixir of pure bunny love and sweetness. Girls my age were developing breasts and like my earlier fantasies of Little Red Riding hood (that cheeky little tease!), Snow White [not that Springbok player's hooker] and Stacey from the top cop TV series “TJ Hooker”, they too could hook up with me. Maybe they could sooth my imagination and bring love to me and smile at me at times of danger [Like when the magazine girls took off their clothes]. I would like them… BUT AT THE SAME TIME I’D BE IMMENSELY NERVOUS. I had seen the forbidden fruits. What if they were to find out that I sneak peeked into the realm of the sins of the flesh? Like a Gnostic or Alchemist heretic hiding secret teachings of Jesus, psychology and the distilling of a “Gold”en heart from the evil churches of medieval times. I carried within me the images of the beautiful bosom, enveloped in soft feathers and the … sentimental in a world where everybody else covered up, their privates mutilated etc… Even holding hands was forbidden. Hugs… forbidden. Needless to say… the girls from reality and higher learning weren’t used to touch, affection, compassion or even smiling. Handling a freak kid who had been watching sneak adult porn who pictured them naked wasn’t exactly what they expected from the real life version of Ken. They grew up with Barbie, or went o Tupperware parties with mom and tried out polo necks and lipstick!

That created an immense sociological disaster for a teenager in puberty, as I was getting mixed signals. On the one hand there was Hustler magazine, and on the other there was the Gummy Bears and cotton candy and grumpy neurotic teachers fearing the sin of teenage pregnancy[Come to think of it ... I know what they've been reading and it wasn't popular mechanics]. Anyway… I was having difficulty reading between the lines as I had I lost perspective between the Gummy Bears and Hustler girls spreading their legs before I even said hallo. That’s when the internet started distracting. Thank God!

There was a bit of CGA and then kaboom VGA! First 256 color palettes and pretty soon after 16 million colors per pixel, MMX technology and… Yes, you guessed it… Video. Not only that. The whole porn collection could disappear with the flip of a switch. This was an amazing new feature.

Fun Fact: The computer power switch aided in hiding your porn collection quickly!

If you ever see a picture of Bill Gates smiling… it’s not because of his money! The complexity of this feat outclasses the complexity of all other sciences combined. If this field was medicine, the average man’s life expectancy would be 16 million years for men and 18.5 million years for women, and you’d subtract 4 million years if you were in a wheelchair[Something about cardio ding dong and lymph not circulating Who cares].. Since medicine dwarfs in importance compared to free global “porn” for everyone, the color screen conquered and today still is getting larger, finer pixels. The word megapixel these days is common lingo for a primary school kid surfing the web. Bring up the cure for cancer or aids? Most kids think Cancer is star sign or a town in Russia and aids is something the USA hands out [Although financial aid in modern political terms boils down to the same enslavement, raping, pillaging and the same resultant disease, considering the evils of compound interest]. So as a fellow under-achiever I’d still give them a 50% mark for trying hard. Not bad kids! All irrelevant though…

To recap: Brilliant colors were immediately available for creating your standard business black and white document[productivity was the perfect alibi] and also… view the occasional little pit of color imagery associated with telnet porn downloads on your 2400 bits per second dialup modem… from the other side of the planet!!!! Man started flying a century earlier and is still falling all over the place. Internet, the instantaneous transfer of the megapixel, scanned photographs… zooming around the planet at half the speed of light for a couple of years but within a decade was in fact traveling the speed of light in fiber-optics.

Porn had entered cyberspace and the computer was completely reinvented. It no longer had anything to do with counting votes, or calculating tax, orbits or orbital… IT NEEDED TO CREATE, CAPTURE AND FORWARD COLOR! I’m pretty sure the majority of military research for years just focused on spying on the geeks perfecting porn.

The technology exploded as man pursued woman in full color. I was beginning to feel like I was among friends… and my life started to get meaning. Clearly I wasn’t the only heretic wanting to discover the woman. This was a global phenomenon and more money was needed…

Men started voting liberal and worldwide political uprisings, rights for blacks and women started becoming the norm. Giving more people rights and taxing their income wasn’t enough. Women’s rights, end to slavery was merely the precursor to Value Added Taxes [actually the value is diminished... idiots] worldwide. This ensured funding and the monies siphoned to secret nerd research facilities that would improve the pixel, the dots per inch and ultimately the nipple in 16 million colors. It began to make sense to me why Stacey from TJ Hooker had to work so hard as a police officer. She was busy

brainwashing millions of women for enslavement to further the cause of porn. As women entered the police, military and mining sector as equals, nerds quickly invented automatic washing machines to save the home front. It was close. Now with mom off to work the mines to pay for the family computer… We’d safely stay at home and browse porn… with hardware that was labeled:

Genius!

World chaos followed. The majority of countries around the world immediately computerized and is still in a black hole of debt, plunged into eternal poverty as slave nations, and probably will never

Fun Fact: Being a billionare is lots of fun.

recover, with the majority of world leaders still wondering what the fuck happened! If you ever see a picture of Bill Gates smiling really widely… You know why. But women quickly cottoned on to the scam everywhere. They retaliated violently by inventing things like… the Bikini, and the flowery deodorant. These two things, individually, seemed like pure innocence… But combined, they wreaked more havoc across the whole world than any other killing machine. The world’s most deadly weapons are rated below:

  • The Bikini [Ancient swimwear for women. They go naked these days.]
  • The Cigarette [escapism for when the SCOPE magazine wasn't affordable.Became more popular with VAT]
  • Alcohol
  • The Automobile shares 4th place with Chlorine. [And you thought tiny little you were okay. {Fun fact: Chlorine in shower water causes lung cancer}]
  • The Nuke. Even if you don’t have one you still get killed for “not having one… because you might have had one… at some stage or in the future”. Jesus lives… but not in the whitehouse!
  • McDonalds Happy Meal with extra fries. Carcinogen rating includes that of the happy toy. All plastics have a carcinogen rating… Even those plastic water bottles you use on a CANSA relay.
  • The AK47. One of Africa’s favorite toys. The Chinese can really learn from the Russians on how to make durable toys for children. This baby has been killing children for decades. BANG! BANG!
  • Religion[a common practice that states that people ought to be nice - explained under imaginary number dynamics... coming soonish]
  • China’s human rights.[Its actually pretty bad if your humans rights watch actually makes the highest killer list{payback for all those cheap toys :-) }]
  • DDT
  • Why do I feel like I’ve missed something?

Oh yeah. Natural causes slip in at last place. Although not nearly as scary as the bikini or any of the above… it gets the job done just as well. Just when you thought you made it through the above death trap, you find that all along… you were genetically programmed to die… Sucker!

With cfc deodorants blasting holes in the ozone layer, it ensured that pale white geeks across the globe was getting severe skin conditions [Oily foods helped] and cancers because they followed the Bikini into no-ozone protected sunlight. Half of earth’s geeks and male politicians died of severe sun burn, radiation poisoning, skin or other cancers within the decade. Not only that, cfc’s in female deodorants, induced a “Climate Change” that increased the amount of tornadoes by factor 3.117, sucking little geeks out of their garages. Songs like “It’s raining men, hallelujah” topped the charts and brought in billions for women’s rights groups; all this while women casually sang along and spraying ridiculous amounts of the evil deodorant in their bedrooms before going off to feed for the night[it’s called the "women’s night  out"]… The evil is unimaginable.

Clearly there was more to this smiling woman than just love, tenderness and nipples. They had a dark side, and if the T-Rex could speak from the grave it would tell a grim story… But what were they smiling about [women]? What kind of a sick cruel heartless organism conceives the above and still smiles so radiantly that they could light up a street in Ethiopia?

Before I had time to calculate the answer I was already suckered into marriage and I realized… they weren’t smiling because I was so nice or because they had lots of love to give. They weren’t smiling because I was so charming and funny… They were smiling because… they didn’t love me and was busy lining me up for the inevitable kill. Like a man would smile before cutting into his T-Bone. So the woman would smile before dropping the guillotine, pushing the red button, sinking her tentacles and teeth into the flesh of her unsuspecting victim… The men they truly loved as they would their kids… those they keep at a safe distance as friends. The rest were for feeding their cause.  As a result there are no dinosaurs or men left today… only a bunch of wimps…

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May 10, 2012 in Short Stories

2012 Explained

The world will indeed end, prematurely, 4 days before Christmas 2012. Although I’m not a particularly well known scientist I am at least 1 years and 4 months ahead of my time.

The apocalypse business is serious business. One might argue that the end of the world is really the end of all relevance, or the importance of everything. It should be seen really as the date when we really should not worry about anything… but let me tell you. Things are not as simple. Getting the Apocalypse date wrong, for instance, can have dire consequences. I’ve been considerate enought to make a list:

  1. The Post-Apocalyptic hangover. Nothing disappoints more than drinking for the occasion, only to find out the next day that once again, you… will have to nurse your hangover, in your earthly body, on noisy, grumpy earth with no apocalypse whatsoever. Although drinking hard on the night of the apocalypse is sheer genius [because you’ll be circumventing the mother of all hangovers] getting the date wrong can be devastating.
  2.  The Post-Apocalyptic budget. You guessed it. You blew all your money on booze or that Pink Floyd CD you always wanted to have. No monies left for food, petrol. Your wife will be giving you hell for the rest of the month.
  3.  Higher insurance rates. Yep… You guessed it. Recless behavior again will take its toll on the indulgences budget.

Actually, as you can see, getting the date wrong can be “reverse apocalypse”. In other words… the date at which you start worrying about just about everything.
Having seen quite a few failed Apocalypses [Notice how clumsy that sounds. No plural form for Apocalypse… By now we should know better] turn ugly, I’ve decided to formulate a prediction verification guide, so that others may enjoy a more pleasant, problem free apocalypse. Like everything in life, getting our expiry date right, requires that one look at the bigger picture. Year 2000 predicted the end because computers would fail or banks would fail. Honestly… so what? That’s small time thinking. Even if it did happen, some geek somewhere would have fixed the problem in 30 seconds and is retiring on his own island and is being served by supermodels in bikinis. [ps… geek. If you’re reading this. If I catch you I’m going to kill you].

Others base their arguments on the return of the Christ… but at the same time say that God is everywhere. How can the Christ return if he is already here? Others still recon that the minions of the dark side would rise up against the
inhabitants of earth. One thing you can count on when dealing with the dark side, is disobedience. If satan yelled in hell: “Come on boys… its time for apocalypse!” … half of them would flat out ignore him. To begin with… the people there are people who have problems with authority. They are resistant and rebellious. I mean what is he going to do… throw them in hell? I don’t think you can organize anything in hell. I can just see how everybody in hell will just laugh their flaming heads off. LOL. How will thousands of years of sinners and all pets [pets apparently don’t go to heaven when they die] fit on earth at the same time? Has anybody done the math on this? Although the vision of a flaming T-Rex can be scary… I don’t think it’s economically viable from that perspective. Disobedient people are going to want something.

Lately our learned derived our end date off expired Mayans predicting our end… when in fact they got their end date wrong. Mayans just disappeared. No prediction. They’re just gone. What the fuck happened there? Did they perhaps get something else wrong too? I’m thinking apocalyptic hangover. I can see some shaman getting his shooter mix wrong in the heat of the moment and wiping out the whole race. Earth magnetic pole reversal. Apart from my electric razor jamming in my face on the morning of the apocalypse, I don’t see the relevance here. People have dug up enough evidence to suggest that pole reversals don’t end earth… but I am a man of science. What if:

Pole reversals coincided with planetary alignments on the date when Mayans accidentally predicted our expiry accurately, while the age of Pisces ended, Aquarius began and solar flares reached maximum potency and the west filed for bankrupcy? Is that feasibility? The answer is … hell no! This time it cannot be, because the whole thing is too silly, right? Wrong. Earth will end on that date and here are the reasons:

  1. There are many 1, 2’s in that date. Many 1’s would suggest a beginning… many 1, 2’s suggest the end. Check it out 21/12/2012. Uncanny except for the zero!
  2. The element of surprise. God works in mysterious ways [Just look at the octopus]. Just when you think the end cannot happen because it is too silly… expect octopus thinking. God will snap his fingers and kaboom… Billions of people screaming in flames going supernova through the galaxy. Some popcorn and a view from the moon or mars might actually go down pretty cool… There’s a market there.
  3. The Emerald Tablet. Because the emerald tablet has not been drawn into this equation it’s bound to be relevant. Does mankind deserve to live? If God plays out his hand it would be for some irrelevant reason such as morality or decency or some touchy feely bullshit. He might just pull the plug because we’re not nice people. Which is something we desperately want to avoid at all cost. Hell is pretty crowded already.

This brings us to the preparations for the party: If we deserve to die, we need to cheat desperately. This is how the scam should work. Objectives: we want to party without God catching on that we know its end times; otherwise it will be postponed again. If he knows we know, the element of surprise lost. Apocalypses need to be scary. So the element of surprise is important for a deity. This is why 21 December is so brilliantly timed. That’s exactly when people start scuttling for Christmas and more importantly… booze shopping. At this point… or the day before rather. We start shopping… only this year all the kids are getting booze for Christmas. This way we stock up on booze for an apocalypse party… without it showing. Letting God think he has the element of surprise will help us avoid Post-Apocalyptic hangover… The sheer cunning.

The next part in our plan is trickier: Getting into heaven. This may be more difficult. Remember that Christ said that it’s more likely for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle, than it is for a rich man to enter the Kingdom. So for this year… make sure you blow it all on booze. Don’t have any money left anywhere. Go through the couches, car’s ashtray etc. This is one thing in life you don’t want to get wrong. Nothing sucks more than a post-apocalyptic hangover and a wife bitching that you’ve blown all your month’s food monies on booze, only to go reflect on it in hell with a hangover.
Don’t slip up.
Now… getting through the pearly gates while possibly stinking of booze. This is where it gets difficult. If all of us stinkof booze and peppermints while breaking all the ceramic ornaments in reception, God’s mood may already be tipping
towards the lazy side of patience and positivity. Getting past those gates may be the most difficult thing you’ll ever do in life… but it’s worth it. When you are asked: “What is the most important thing in life?”
You must answer the following:
“I must take responsibility for the love in the world!”
If you hiccup here, and your kid is crying beside you for not getting anything for Christmas, you’re fucked. So do this with a straight face and say it like you mean it. This will give you the benefit of the doubt. But doubt is not enough… Then, to verify, you will be asked:
“Should you [sniff, sniff] forgive others if they don’t take responsibility for the love in the world?
You must then answer:
“Yes Lord. The love must never be tainted with judgment or fear!” (I told you… ahead of my time) This plays the ball back into the court of God, who has to acknowledge that judgment and fear of a negative stereotype… actually destroys the social love and higher love for all. For love to remain unconditional there can never be emotional borders or judgment of others. By labeling others negatively they become hurt and anti-social. This taints the love. With God everybody is in and differences are healed with love and coordination. If you pull a nationalism, racism, patriotism, Apartheid or a Black Pride move at the reception of the pearly gates you’ve dropped the ball.
And this friends… is how you make the most of the apocalypse. Then, if I don’t see you there, expect a rather lengthy
rehab. Come visit again for tips on sneaking booze into heaven.

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Stampede Project

May 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Howdy again! Welcome the Stampede workshop!

 

In here I’ll update the progress of the album as it is being made. On this album I start to fool around with fife, darbuka and piano. The music is slowly drifiting towards a less classical and more rhythmic type music.

Two songs down so long, on fife and darbuka :)

1: The opener song idea:
http://www.digitalbed.co.za/STAMPEDE FOR TENDERNESS.mp3

2:  Sort of a VITRIOL [Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem] trance.
http://www.digitalbed.co.za/LOVE YOURSELF LOVE THE WORLD.mp3

 

 

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Slave mentality

May 7, 2012 in Short Stories

Dear reader.
You may download and email this document to all your friends, and they theirs etc.
I ask only that you do not change it.

Warning… you may lose friends as a result.

A statue of Jesus teaching service to others. In Aqua Sanitas!

I have an intellectual friend in Muhammed As’ad Patel who’s moved in with me after my divorce [to help save him monies and help me pay bills]
and we had a challenging discussion. Im very nice to him even though he’s a Muslim  and he eats bird seed and he’s Jihad on my lawn with his German car.
[On a more serious note he's bailed me out of many sticky situations and one thing I can say about Muslims is that they make very handy designated drivers]

Not much later I found that I was short on drinking money and offered to write about any topic he chooses. He’d then pay me X amounts of earthly
monies, but I would still retain the copyright to the piece you’re about to read[I'm paranoid and a slave in that I want to ensure that the work remains free].

In short. He chose the topic and payed for wine. I keep the copyright [and I get to mess up the topic to my liking. All speling, moral, ethicle end entellectual errors are attributet to Asad's influnce... *hic*].

Topic:
slave mentality

[the pretext]
In the context of our debate I argued that all crime is anti-social behavior and that anti-social behavior is the result of a family unit, or culture creating an apartheid type partitionioning in the souls of men.  Its the old divide and conquer trick.
I argued that a person planting maize around is house is safer than a person with a concrete wall… as maze would soften the sociological divide and that lesser anti-social behaviour would be less of an issue. The needy/hungry criminal would steal only what they need and go home. Only the true psychological psychopaths would filter through the maize and them you could gun down without here being much of an issue, and you’d be on the moral high ground for doing so, as you did address the needs of the poor. Clearly they were after the fruits of your hard labour.

With the concrete wall better people are forced into conflict because the needy criminal needs to eat and is forced to come closer to the fridge. the home owner is forced to take a more agressive stance on perhaps a lesser criminal and the sociological disaster that follows will be imprinted in both parties and their offspring for generations. Needless to say a fiery debate followed. I couldn’t word all that in the debate as i’m more of a right-brain thinker. unfortunately language is linear.

The above scenario illustrates a sociological divide between the rich and the poor or the good and the bad etc.

Other examples of sociological fragmentations include:
Apartheid with its white and black populations
Religion with its good and evil populations
Satanism with its strong and weak populations [I just skipped through it, but it was just more of same like with Christianity's formal practice, as is also the case with modern Islam or Jewish teachings. Basically its all poo. The teachings of the actual prophets in the likes of Jesus or Muhammed is genius, but their respective fan clubs are seriously corrupted. They're all in love with the dead monies.]

I could also go on about orthodox jews and the lowly others or Islam and the infidels, but generally the more damaged the self esteem the more damaging the response. Im sort of an intellectual Christian but most Christians will gladly see me burn with their blessing. I don’t comment too much on them… By now you ought to get the lame picture.

If there’s a partition we fall towards the hunter and hunted polarization or dynamic of survival. This is roughly the pattern that As’ad identifies with and because it is such a rigid force in the sociological fabric of the human headspace.

In his discussion he stated that one must choose between the slave master or slave and not live outside the paramaters of your mentality, A slave as he put it, must not buy things on credit, and must live without it. [He's an accountant. We use the word slave as a methaphor for our current finantial condition. we refer to * ourselves as slaves].

*A’sad inserted this comment in the above sentence {forced labour with the only reward of a measy salary }
there is anger in it… typical firstborn stuff. Its their way or the highway :-)

Intuitively I assume he means that living on funny money[credit] creates inflation and that inflation directly harms all slaves and their savingsThe slave who lives within his paramaters is then punished because other slaves arent. Not only that. with credit being available it creates an artificially high price for things and as a result the damage to the blue collar worker bee would be even more damaging. The slaves ruin their world and then want to become masters etc.

His solution then was to rather become a slave owner{or queen bee}[... as a nessesary evil?]. The slave owner is one that lives off the labours of many and as are result gains more time to live intelligently. The slave owner spends his time having ideas and employs many to execute them.

But in that regard one has to agree that:

Slave master and slave in economics is much like :
White master and black worker in Apartheid
Banker and soldier in world war 2
Christians and the sinful lost versus the goodie two shoes kingdom of God
Strong and the weak in the context of the satanic bible [I skipped through it... boring read. Much like the Bible in that people fall into two catagories... "us" or them. and of course "us" are the winners and time for donations... and now we sing... thank you and f-off... ! ]
Holy or infidel in terms if the kingdom of Allah.

It seems the very fabric of man in the above context is that of the hunter and hunted mentality. Unless of course if your thinking is as dysfunctional as mine. I piss off Christians, Muslims, satanists, Economists, Whites, Blacks, Conservatives, Liberals, family, Jews and aliens from sector 14{I’ve worked out they don’t like amber laser pointers… and the aliens from sector 14 don’t like paying taxes}.

Fun fact: With the exception of satanism {I find their philosophy lacks motivation and inspiration. Too damn morbid} I find that the prophets from all religions to be truly wise and I can go along with it being Divine…. but at the same time I must add that their fanclubs are generally profit driven scumbags.

The Teachings of the respective and respected Prophets save and liberate you… only to be reenslaved by their followers and churches who simply keep quiet about the good educational and liberating stuff.

[Don't miss my next piece... called: So wtf is wrong with me]

Where does this evil mentality come from? Which currency came to our respective cultures and poisoned us? Or does all currencies make our news papers hysterical and stupid? (;-)}

Was it the work of Jesus when he washed the feet of his followers like a servant? Was it his parable about unconditional forgiveness for the poor/lost/useless son being enveloped into a kingdom? Was it Muhammed when he declared the following: “Do not glorify me like the Christians[the profit driven scumbags] glorified the son of Mary[humble servent for all that is good and pure and lovely] , but say : the servant of Allah & His messenger” [In other words... Muhammed didn't want to suffer the spiritual loss of glorification/deification]

It seems that these founders some of the major world religions were dead set against being a master or being high and mighty. They weren’t into being slave owners.
They wanted to be close. They wanted to serve. They wanted to be friends, they wanted to touch and they wanted to heal.

They were cut from a different cloth from you and I, and my argument with Asad was that this is purely psychological condition, or a temporary disease or survival faculty’[we have other faculties or talents too... what are they?

Where others wanted to trample the weak in order to get to the top, or perhaps to get away from the bottom, these guys sunk lower to reach out for the weak, the scumbags of society, the broken, the sick, the slave in our world.

Jesus and Muhammed[the prophet, not the boxer ] had balls to do the right thing and to take on more.

Christians are so afraid now that they do not even burden themselves with the truth any more. They blatantly steal oil and send their children to war? Btw… I’ve invented a new medal for leaders in war… The Medal of spiritual Absence!

In a democracy we vote for representatives… that don’t represent us in war? What then is the point of having them work for us? I could be making billions of T-shirts I sell at fight night that reads… Shower Power!

There are literally billions of us keeping dead quiet on global oil theft[is this me?]? What is wrong with us? If we’re afraid of reality we’ll die spiritually and soon after we’ll die physically.

What kind of a parent, under a religion of forgiveness sends a child to war and in what type of a world does one keep quiet about this?

What kind of a pope stays quiet when a supposed Christian George Bush stands on a rubble grave and declares to the world that America will take revenge, exponentially furthering the evil that caused the very dead under his feet[Ironically true Christianity then failed before the "fight" even started because we simply gave up our humanity and commitment to forgiveness, insight and wisdom]? Now if there ever was a housefire of panic, George W. Bush would be it. Literally standing on the grave of dead and preaching more death! Seducing American children into becoming murderers… and conveniently being absent at “fight night”. If there ever was a useless fire extinguisher… well the respective spiritual leaders can share that prize!

America once had bravery and liberty. Now its an empty, talentless, fearful master trampling his slaves underneath.

And now we Say… so what [*hic*]?

Choose to be a talentless master and become a slave owner. The other slaves however would all choose to be masters and as a result they’d probably fight for the position. In the end there would probably just one huge riot or fight and millions would starve to death while things shake out again.

Can this mentality be stopped? Can man reset to good constructive attitudes without a bloody revolution. Can we go through an intellectual revolution? Can we stimulate our children again with the simple skills of survivial. Can we teach them to plant? Can we teach them textiles. Can we teach them to build. Can we teach them to serve themselves and their community and their future? Do we have the balls to become honest enough to tell our kids what we’ve become, or will they figure it out for themselves when they’re shipped off to war and a banker reposesses their property, their wives and children when they’re terminated?

Why don’t we switch to air cars? Do we lack the intellect? [the infrastructure exists already because petroleum cars have tires remember]
Why don’t we switch to air driven electricity? Do we lack the input materials? [Its free dumbass]
why don’t we switch to water electricity, or wave electricity.

Why not use the already billions and billions and billions of tons of moving water and air to propel us towards our next act of liberty.

The more afraid we become of not having control the more we fail at solving problems.

You can spend your energy swimming or you can spend it screaming for help?

The west is suffering from their imaginary numbers not working out… so what?  Imagine some more. Just install wind turbines.
[You'll save on input as the sun will drive it for free... unlimited supply. I'll say it again. Unlimited free energy.

The French joined the party to stealing oil.... and ironically it was a Frenchman who invented the air pressure car? Why don't they just confide in their own? They could be saving billions.

The middle east wants nukes because the west has nukes. [Are they really that much fun? Yes, you wipe out moral pollution... but then you're stuck with radioactive pollution?] The arabs bitch[Its true... they're bitching.] Christians ought to care… they mostly don’t.
BUT:

There’s only one kind of brain that puts together a motor car.
there’s only one kind of brain that brings peace to a nation.
There’s only one kind of brain that brings in a good harvest under tough conditions

That brain is not trained by being being a master of a set reality. That brain is not tainted by being a slave to a set reality. That brain is not stuck on just its survival faculty. It engages its engineering faculty, its creative faculty, its humane faculty and its friendship faculty. In short, it brings things together for a later reward. Its a long term faculty, and it isn’t nursed in our society, our schools or even our churches. It simply isn’t rewarded under the dynamics of the profit margin[as an example: My website contains positive messages and runs at a loss. A sensationalist news paper sells intangibility, fear and chaos. It corrupts
the sociological fabric of millions and makes millions of people afraid of each other and rather edgy/rude. It runs at a profit. Under a functioning legal system one would sue the paper for defiling/corrupting the goodness of man and reducing man to garbage. But the legal systems are generally corrupted
in that they do not serve non-paying customers that well so the result is that under profit dynamics evil[short term winnings] always win.

But man was born without money dynamics and in the ideal/balanced environment his face isn’t a frown and his brain is a multitude of talents:
It doesn’t block out portions of Brains/Eden. It doesn’t block out people, restrict speach or conditions or circumstances. No No!
It sets about changeing reality. It doesn’t bend to immorality. It makes immorality bend to it.
That brain weighs all attributes and aranges all objects for their maximum benefit.
That brain helps the sick up where its being trampled
That brain helps the slave become a fellow giant.

It doesn’t break or trample character to be a giant among the broken and the sick.
Instead it aims to grow giants character, giants in compassion and giants in innovation.

This is man at its greatest. Such men are rare and in high demand!

Would man have been able to build a car if he was afraid of fire? What if man prevented all other men from having fire? So what right does the west have to prevent Iran from having a nuclear fire? Is it because deep down we know we’re scum and they might nuke us? We weren’t always scum. In some stage we were big fans of Jesus. Much like
how the Muslims at some stage also felt Muhammed’s teachings were vaguely relevant! So we’re all a bit screwed up and sucked into the profit driven enslaving system.

Proper brains sees things not for what they are at the moment. It sees things for what they could be turned into. Should we not see Iran for what they could be in compassion, engineering, independence and tolerance[...information, wisdom]? And should they not see us for what we could be in compassion, engineering independencde and tolerance? We all have the history and the pedigree to prove that we were all once wise. Should we not become wise again! Its time for us to start healing those fears and healing those wounds that drive us to just our survival faculties [madness]. Its time to chill with a bottle of red :-) . Wink wink nudge nudge.

It chooses not to tax, not to restrict, not to kill… but to nurture things to its great potential. Because great things give by themselves… Why? Because giving is to their benefit.  How could a tomato plant get this and we don’t?

In the name of the mustard seed, the tomato seed, the billions of tonnes of water just spashing around for no good reason, Jesus, Muhammed or Nelson Mandela, FW de Klerk… Nicola Tesla…. all those who saw the abundance where others saw the shortage and were getting edgy. They are believers!

Don’t let your fear of this new world turn or reduce you to stone, because stones will never know the joy of swimming or giving and you don’t deserve to drown. May you become a great healer, a great conductor of good ideas and innovations and a great innovator in maximizing our potential and our talents. May you find a stillness and know that in human innovation there is an unlimited supply of energy, food and healing. the only thing that is preventing us from being rich and wealthy… is our master – slave mentality.

Billions and billions of tonnes of free energy… Literally right under your nose.

I challenged A’sad by saying this: The highest and lowest position on earth is the same place. It is the place of the servant. We can only serve reality, and the better we do it the better things are for us. There are those who fear it, perhaps becoming a master out of fear of being trampled, but in the end the old wise men all come back to help nurse it along. In the end we all want to serve that beam of light or that mustard seed…

That nature that is infinately more powerful than us… for free.

FUN FACT FOR THE DAY:
the finantial world, its trading etc makes us all the scum we fear in others.

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May 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

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