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Musing on the way the Somalian pirates are being portrayed in the media led me to the familiar conclusions regarding how inept journalists and producers of modern media are at actually being able to unbiasedly report on what is happening in the world.

With only a small amount of disengagement from ones own cultural assumptions we are able to see the so called pirates as the repressed people of their land standing up to the same old treatment handed to them from the disembodied  humans of desert death cult (ddc) basis.

It has not changed; just I have changed. By being able to actually remember what has happened via stories and being gifted with only a small amount of real critical thought. Not the critical thought taught by the modern brain washing institutions, like universities, but by life, nature and pure experience. View points expressed without ever being humbled by ones own ‘non-importance’ to anything gives one a window into perspectives of the world that enables some form of just-ness.

Murder, deception, manipulation, environmental destruction, greed and general un-compassionate actions of ddc people to others not of ‘their ilk’ reflects back many of these things again and again. Ohh, how we whinge and cry fowl when we start to believe our laws are real; laws that have been made by people, just like books are written by people. We most likely get our neurosis about the infallibility of our laws by believing that a book written by people came from somewhere not human. The most ultimate extra-terrestrial delusion expressed by ddc religion following members. Interesting!

The ability to believe such a thing shows just how removed from the natural order of the world we are, as former and current death-cult members have become. But we didn’t just become like this. It has been going on for a while. An interpretation of the very book that underpins the death-cult is that it is warning about believing the teachings of other humans! It is so ironic that some have really missed the point when it comes to being shown that we are fallible.

I’ve stopped this listening to the parrots of media on all sides. The fringe writers of doom and conspiracy too the hideous suited pretenders peddling child misunderstandings at the speed of light. I don’t even trust the voices in my own mind to tell me anything remotely true. My own inability to grasp even where I stand day to day moves me to viewpoints not palatable to the mass.

Worship up comrades, brethren, brothers and children, we will all die someday. As wind blows the mountains beside me into the sea, I’ll be here till my ending which makes no difference to anything at all.

Maybe.

I found this little piece of writing today as I am looking through a whole group of blog posts from the last 5 years or so that I made before there were blogging tools such  as wordpress. I feel that Userlands Frontier was operational at the time but it was a paid for stand alone piece of software.

I am currently experiencing something that I haven’t felt before, that is, for the last three months I have felt like I am in a heightened state of anxiety. Almost constant arousal of the solar plexus area with heart in throat feelings.  The combination of the start of a new intimate relationship with someone and the processing of the past four years internal psychedelic journeying in the hills  of Nimbin, working at a straight job and finding my place in the centre of Australia, drying out in the desert. Wow, I really have a great abilty to be selfish, all these things I have mentioned and I didn’t state that my father has cancer and is undergowing treatment the western way at present. I feel that I may be denying some emotional undercurrents at the moment! Needy is an understatement; combine that with paranoia of being left alone, which is something I have not experience except when pondering the topic of the following post; makes this feeling of anxiety a little disturbing.

Anyway, here is this little piece from the past… I’d like to hear your thoughts!!

Originally Published: Wednesday, 17 December 2003

…is that I find myself in the position that the only certain thing
is that I am going to experience the phenomenon of dying. From my
observation everybody seems to experience this some time in their life.

When I really ponder this certainty and I mean really embrace this
certainty with all my focus and attention it bloody scares me. I have
come to a space in my life that I wish to sit in this fear of death to
try to work out what I am actually scared of. I did this last night for
about a hour. One thing I can say at the moment is that I am scared of
the fact that it is totally unknown. There is no way of me being
certain of what is after death. To even think in terms of certainty and
death is a total coincidence of opposites that it shakes me to the
core. How can death be a certainty when after death there is total
unknowing? It seems to be rather weird, just like every single other
thing in the universe, from all the physical things to the the ideas to
the concepts and emotions and feeling and sounds and descriptions and
everything. It, this world, universe, cosmos is so bloody strange it
boggles my mind whenever I get the chance to just ponder what the hell
is in front of me or even why there is a front. I have no idea how
humans can be bored.