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Published: Monday, 21 June 2004

How to Silence an Awkward Newspaper
The editor of the Daily Mirror, Britain’s most famous mass-circulation newspaper, was sacked because he ran the only English-language popular paper to expose the “war on terror” as a fraud and the invasion of Iraq as a crime. He was marked long before the Mirror published the notorious, apparently faked pictures of British troops torturing Iraqi prisoners. read more….

Published: Saturday, 19 June 2004

In no particular order:

- Thought of a member of the community who died. Thought of her
visions of a purple stingray which came through the wall to take her to
the other world. 6 months to the day she past through.

- The
“Links Mistress” came to being at my work. That night at the Poetry
evening at the Oasis Cafe the subject of links and connections came
though the work of poets and artists present. the “Links Mistress” was
there, offered her what she was looking for.

- Speaking of the experience of being in the garden and looking up
to see two frog-mouth owls right above your head staring at you with
their big eyes. One person saying they are just pretending to not be
there, staying still. Me saying that they are not pretending to not be
there but telling me things. They are saying “I see you! You will stay
where you are! You will move! You will move away slowly! You must move!
We are here!”.

Speaking again about kookaburras. One person says there were 15
kookaburras above my house a couple of days ago. This is very rare. All
laughing and making lots of noise. Another conversation stating that
kookaburras have a court that they call in times when social discussion
is needed. There was a kookaburra court over my house last week. Stuart Wilde writes an article
on animal consciousness and animal soul. Thought of how some people
think of animals as of a lower class than humans, making out they are
not very smart. A reflection of the human world.

- Discussion of disagreement about the benefits of Male Cannabis
plants. Me trying to say that they are useful. No male… no seeds.
Angle of the hermaphrodite plant as serving the role of the male. My
disagreement again about hermaphrodite being able to truly represent
the male. All female plants, no balance. Conversation later about same
subject with a strong aboriginal man that confirms the role of the male
in all systems. No male, no seeds, no balance, half male half woman is
not the male energy, reflections again in the world. As above so below,
inside and the outside world. All female plants and no place for the
male, we end up with hermaphrodites. Follows on from discussion a few
weeks ago regarding the polarity inside me in certain situations where
I have to the choice of complete cruelty and complete love. XY
chromosome come up as the reason. I mentioned that is only part of the
story. XY chromosome is a reductionist way of stating half of the story
again. It is not deep enough. It is the surface. XY chromosome is in me
and from there I move through consciousness, soul and mind to the split
of complete cruelty and complete love. Male has both sides embedded
within the whole male. The whole genetic, social, imprinting, mind,
soul and extra consciousness. Male is the two joined which can never be
whole.

It is hard to describe the feeling of looking out your own physical eyes
but at the same time looking through the eyes of a woman that is
inside. The literalisation of having another person inside my mind and
body existing together and seeing from both eyes.

A particular evening a couple of months ago rounded itself into a state of complete
love when after about an hour of yoga inside a trance of ego
dissolution I became “possessed” by an “other”.

The complete removal of the me that I am used to and the replacement
of such with a female of sorts that looked through my eyes as I
squatted on the floor breathing from my hara. The complete wonder of
the experience filled my man body with absolute love. The love that I
cannot recall, as being with, and in the arms of my mother as a child.
All encompassing compassion and complete acceptance of myself. The
woman inside me rolling through my body with waves of pure joy and
intense emotion that brought me on my knees, with head on the floor and
tears running down my eyes. Lost in the compassion of the goddess.

Glancing at the room to my right with eyes that were not mine. Not a
hint of fear anywhere inside of me, just abandonment to the wonder of
being and living and experience. Real feeling, real emotion, real love,
real reality.

Yes, I have an other inside me. Yes, it is real. Yes, I am human. Yes, there is always more to life. Yes, yes, yes.

Published: Wednesday, 2 June 2004

It’s been about 6 months of looking at this page and wondering why
my little category pictures didn’t work and now they do. The joke is
the fact that I spelt “src” as “scr”. What a joke….

I wonder about my sanity and rest assured that I am completely
insane and that I want to develop this quality in myself. The only
problem for the people who think they are sane is that I live in the
most sane place I have ever been and that everyone here accepts and
develops the fact that they are insane, thus everyone seems quite OK.
Look to the pathological psycho inside yourself and embrace him/her
with all your heart and only then will we find our own true insanity,
which is where the human is to rest with imagination art and getting
the right letter combination in our html.