Clearing Out and a Change?

There are but a few minor changes to be done on/to this room, probably tomorrow. It is now light and airy. It contains no furniture from the UK. The printers are still from there. We will have a tip run.

Over the last few days, it has been apparent to me that I am physically deeply tired. I have taken it easy and it has been a surprise to me that the residual arthritic and muscular pain, which I deem normal, has faded a little. I have been on the go for a very long time.

Around this time last year, I had Covid followed by bouts of bronchitis, whilst the wife had Covid followed by high dose chemotherapy / stem cell transplant. The anniversary approaches. Neither of us saw as much of spring as had previously been the case. Her immune system is back to below normal levels as opposed to non-existent. And she can do much of what she was able to do before, but at reduced intensity.

Over the years I have experienced so much resistance and even conflict. When I present a differing view, a differing perception to the adamant and the insistent it is never welcome. The line of defence has often been anger, animosity, and attack. Self-important and pompous people with large yet fragile Egos are easily offended and therefore punitive. People want to be right; they can’t be arsed to think so they dogmatically insist and spout their mantra of ignorance.

Harmony through conflict maybe, but mostly it has been just conflict and pig-headedness.

There is little one can do.

“You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink”, is a saying.

My dream the other day points at a faint possibility of change. This change perhaps being from aggressive and frantic mosh pit to gentler caring and a subtle assistance towards freedom.

Rise up this mornin’
Smile with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, “This is my message to you, whoo-hoo”

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Whether this possibility in the web of life makes it from a nascent dream into a manifesting reality remains to be seen.

Depending on who or what you believe, the likes of me are incarnated specifically to help others towards their freedom…

Which is better a to have your soul liberated from the wheel of rebirth or shed loads of cash and a million followers on Instalinktokbook?

Which is easier?

People don’t always realise what they are dealing with. They can interpret others only through their own frame of reference. I’ll wager that nobody on first {and subsequent} meeting with me has any idea of what I am like or capable of.

This morning, I got up early to cat-sit. Bowie has taken to calling for attention of a morning. I made some coffee and we sat to watch the morning news. She sat cwtched up to my left leg with my left arm around her and under her chin. We sat still. Eventually she got bored and got up. I can outwait a predator.

Many things take time and patience. These are not amongst the skill set of modern humanity, which is hyper, in a rush, impatient and has an immediacy orientation. If it does not happen in five minutes or less, they cannot be bothered. This apparent addiction to immediate, if shallow, gratification is a bane of our times.

We shall see if three little birds pitch up by my doorstep or not…

Ho-hum

I shall go and light some nag champa to overcome the smell of paint…and stick the tea on to cook…

Stalemate, Decadence and Waste

Over the last few days there has been mention of “victory” in Ukraine and the press commentary on Putin’s alleged health remains as it was a year ago. {He is a loony with some weird neurological disorder.} The Crimea has a history of difficult conflict, with long periods of stalemate. The rhetoric of sending planes to Ukraine continues and now the talk is of ammunition levels. There is a shortage {which was inevitable} as there is of fresh vegetables in the UK. America does not realise that it is not universally popular around the globe. Certain elements of the UK press personalise the war as Putin’s war, which is perhaps a facile view. In Palestine the Israelis and the Palestinians exchange death and weapons as has been the case for a long time.

Some wounds of cleavage resist healing.

History in some ways repeats itself.

There is, for example, now a walled off ghetto in Palestine.

The West does not accept that it has become decadent, flabby and suffers from illusion. Whilst it may want the war in Ukraine to go away and hence for wheat and gas prices to drop, it does not, to my eye, show any sign of doing so. “Pasta price rockets. OMG.” The politicians may tell people what they want to hear, rattle a few sabres, reality differs, this cleavage is not going away any time soon.

I personally think that the USA has real problems with its self-assessment as “land of the free”, it being riddled with pecuniary apartheid, homelessness, medical poverty, firearms, and fentanyl. It does not occur to it to get its own house in order.

And now the poor in the UK are being encouraged by Baldrick Coffey, an erstwhile inorganic chemist, to eat turnips.

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It is easy to blame Putin so as to distract attention from domestic problems. Before Putin it was Al Qaeda, The Taliban, Hussein, various Ayatollahs, Kim Il Jong, Bashar Al-Assad, Ghaddafi, and North Africa as a whole. Seems to me the West “needs” to have someone to blame for all their woes.

In terms of geopolitics, the depopulation of Japan and South Korea, these technology powerhouses, represents an incoming long-term shift. What would we all do without Samsung, Japanese and Korean manufacturing industry? Would we have to rely on China?

Western society it seems is willing to countenance within its midst human wastage. That is human lives deemed no longer important to “society”. The notion is to set them apart and, in some ways, let them fester. There is a waste of human potential. I perhaps am an example of human wastage. In that I am surplus to requirements and whatever potential I once had has failed to materialise. I will not be alone in this. Unwilling to play the socio-economic politics of one upmanship, I am of no importance in such a context. There will be many others who think “I cannot be arsed with all this BS, I can’t be arsed with all this petty squabbling.”

No matter how you want to dress it, society is now decadent. If it spends vast sums of money on dressing up gaudily and in an overtly sexual way engaging vast displays of public Bacchanalia, it is practising escapism from the problems inherent in its midst.  End of empire, end of times, was so often characterised by increased decadence. Opulence and time on hands, can easily lead to moral decay. Comfort brings errancy and the thin end of the wedge.

The news is rife with stories of corruption, pretty much everywhere you look. Pick a country, it is probably there. The Trump model of dissing democracy has propagated.

There are a lot of problems in the world and I do not believe they will ever be solved by pointing the finger of blame and stoking the bellicose rhetoric of division and war.

Of late the French air force have been more prevalent in our skies.

The world approaches a knife edge. And people like rent-a-gob Boris may be the ones to tip us over the edge.

If China helps Russia with ammunition supply… we are one step closer to the abyss.

In my opinion, it is necessary for each person, each country, to take a long hard look at itself and realise its own part in the crisis, we as a species, are in the act of materialising. The bellicose crisis in the East of Europe will be but an entrée at the upcoming banquet of climate disaster. People are using this “war” to distract attention from the impending more global ecological crisis.

“Look we still need fossil fuels so as to kill each other. You can’t run tanks on tidal or wind power…”

Greenwashing has become red-washing, with blood.

Escapism and failure to act in a timely manner precipitates crisis, it was ever thus…