Monday, 20 June 2011
When You're In The Paperwork Bardo
However they would equally have let me starve in the street when I was so sick I could neither work nor access benefits, and now I'm living in the paperwork bardo not fitting anyone's box in anyone's country, I'm not sure I'm entitled even to be a refugee as I have a passport, for all it's worth. I might use it one day for the local embassy to extract me from a predicament if that still is possible nowadays. Or do they just pay someone to push you out the helicopter? Turns out learning to become a survival instructor was possibly the wisest move I ever made. After all banking, law, politics and pharmasuiticals has become a trumped up world of gangsters, and I'm inclined to hold people's welfare in the highest regard.
Once upon a time none of us needed a piece of paper to 'belong' somewhere. Now we need all sorts of pieces and whenever we can't get them we lose rights, become ineligible to have a car, a home, a country... Now we have to pay for these pieces of paper, some people pay with their lives as they have no other option and this whole system is held up by stony faced bureaucrats who have no interest in our personal well being and people who profit from other's misery.
What should have happened in situations of profiting by pushing refugees into detention is jail for the politicians and intermediarieswho were making a lot of money for every refugee they put in detention. In the USA it's become a business to jail people... people get paid per head. IN Germany perfectly good families are having their children taken away to 'fill' beds in state childrens institutions.
There's a point at which bowing our heads to the so called 'law' becomes senselessand pursuing the next N166 form or whichever ludicrous papyrus hoop you have to jump through to be in the good books of the local pharoah. I don't like the local pharoahs I've decided. Having sincerely felt for a long time, that they don't like me. I don't know why they don't like me. Is it because my life hasn't conformed, not by my choice or theirs?
You don't always have a lot of choice over the direction your life takes. For me it was an uphill sturggle from the word go. Now I've reached a sort of quasi platform of stability of my own making, having shunned the circus parade long enough to hear my own thoughts. I've been trying to find out what the hoops were I needed to jump through. I'd moved country again, by action of Life's Default button - it wasn't a choice, and have a new Pharoah who happens to speak French and Eurozonian. Evidently neither of which I understand, especially Eurozonian. The Eurozonians, of which I do not include myself even though I am technically included without my own volition, are getting it in the neck at the moment. Mainly as I understand it for putting the squeeze on all their member countries. And ordinary folks suffering because of 'sovreign debts'. They're saying we should bail out the indebted, but I am thinking probably turfing them out would be wiser. I expect none of the ordianry Greek citizens did anything differently than try and keep a roof over their heads and food in the belly's of their families, and keep running a vehicle. No the people who have nicked all the money, the theives, the highwaymen, the bandits and gangsters are the CEO's, the shareholders, the politicians, the bankers, the law makers and their protectorate, the police and the military, None of whom I personally have a problem with, but collectively have a lot to answer for. Oh wait a sec, actualy President Sarcozy, it could be personal with. As he's the one who scrapped a scheme for people like me arriving in France not having paid enough insurance in the UK to fit their system here and be allowed to exist as a person.
I am person non-grata here, through no fault of my own. I blamed myself for a long time until I really realised that I have been sick, haven't been able to breathe and would be dead had I not fought as hard as I did. when I began to see my life through glasses untinted by self judgement and the devalueing looks the stony faced bureaucrats and family gave me, I realised I've never done anything wrong. I haven't broken any laws. It seems I'm being persecuted literally for trying to breathe. And for a long time of trying to fit the system; working two jobs for no income (you don't get paid for several weeks), or one job full time 7am till 11pm seven days a week for £25 a week... (see becoming an adventure instructior) OR save up a deposit on a place and then been made jobless because the entire company closed down... made homeless because the landlord decided to do a refit, or the landlord walked round with no underwear on and then got arrested for tax evasion... You get the picture... All the while trying to fill out this form and that form and juggle P60's and P45's.
A person should not have to be a lawyer or a finance wizard to function in society. That's not a society, it's a hedgefund for lawyers and financiers. People don't view the sort of persecution I've experienced as such. I didn't either, I thought I had 'rights', and a future and access to education and so on... That's bollocks.
You only have rights if you can jump through the right hoops or have a Pharoah in the family.
I come from a family of non Pharoahs. Our peasant blood is soaked into the earth all over Europe. All my Great grandfathers died in WW1. My grandmother and aunt were killed in the Blitz. I lived longer than my own grandmother. We once owned the little Lyons Tea houses in the UK but a partner one day came into the office and literally stole all the deeds and money and ran out the door... right from under the nose of my now completely down and out ancestor. Another worked as a drill instructor at Buckingham Palace, they were a snooty lot, hifalutin... off to the opera in ballgowns etc, he had 5kids from his first marriage, 5 with my grt grt gran and then had an affair with his wife's sister, had another five children and died of TB. You don't plan for this sort of thing in life... These two women suddenly had fifteen children and no money, so my grt gran went into the workhouse along with her siblings. So runs the racket of fortune.
I have reached the point of being extremely tired of hoop jumping. I'm not sure I can look at another piece of paper even if it means I can get out of the paperwork bardo, the in betwen, the right-less limbo you find yourself when you haven't got enough points, insurance, credit or stamps, to give you access to basic human rights. I am truly in the paperwork bardo and not sure if I want to leave it. It's like the time I found I was homeless, incredibly I didn't die... I didn't cease to exist, I suddenly inherited everywhere as my address; and nowhere... in the eyes of the law... I'm not sure I want to share their myopia any more. It's a heartless cold sort of existence... where those with passports who share your citizenship are human and those without are 'illegal immigrants'. Where those with credit, are upstanding citizens and those without are valueless.
I'm sorry but we all have value. We're inherently born with it. We have natural unalienable rights that came with our beating hearts, and our barefooted ancestors who drank the cool waters of this earth. My value is in no way indicated or chosen or reduced or enlarged upon by anyone else, My value is not measured in pounds, dollars or euros. Now currences are of division and have no honour. They only seem to shine with deceit. The truest currency, more solid than any metal, is humans helping humans to survive, as we did for thousands of years, in families and clans. Each of us with a purpose, and a future. I used to want to become something. I was forever inadequate. I tried so hard to improve myself and be 'better'. And the 'world' replayed the message of my inadequacy, and hollywood superstars paraded their achievements, like glittering flag bearers I could never catch up with. So I switched channels.
If you imply I am inadequate in anyway you'll find I will not be listening to you. I will have thrown my lot in with the animals, I'd rather chance it, on the wing, flit from tree to tree, or nose around the edges of towns and houses than hang out with you and your lack. There's more than enough. Nature is abundant. We only suffer when we act like locusts.
You've created this paperwork bardo that has disenfranchised a perfectly good and useful citizen, that had a lot to offer. I could have invented some amazing things. Contributed to literature, to medicine, to science even. But you threw me out with the trash. You don't know how to value what's right in front of you.
And up till now I didn't either. The paperwork bardo showed me what's important. Freedom has nothing to do with how much credit you have, and whether you can get an accountant or a lawyer to do all your hoop jumping for you. It's all about choices; I thought I was free only if I had these choices that were enabled by the right qualifications and forms. Turns out freedom has nothing to do with paperwork at all. One of the greatest bestowals of freedom upon us comes from dwelling on the thought of death. We still get post for my late father he still 'exists' on somebody's database. Impermanence, something that can render all of our pursuits meaningless and equally precious in an instant. It laughs at us constantly throughout life.
Monday, 13 June 2011
Bursynski - The MOVIE
Monday, 6 June 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
The Freedom of the Form-less
Often the 'poor' people of the planet are more harmless in their lifestyles than all of us with our laptops and nuclear power..., their effect on this planet is like a feather falling from the sky and often they're more creative of resilience than any urbanite, they grow things, they collect their water directly where they can, whereas our effect - you just have to look around at the deserts.
I'm not interested in bringing down the 'system'. Only in what I can do. I can control my choices and live more directly with my home. I can make my home resilient, I can learn to 'clean' the radiation from my environments. I can put my efforts towards finding ways to 'show' the radiation using magnetic tracer elements that attach to radioactive particles and enable them to be collected from the land and atmosphere and put it back in the uranium and plutonium mines. I can 'clean' soil using zeolytes, bicarbonate of soda, using funghi which degrades radiation significantly faster. And I can solve the root causes too... I can bring 'down' the system, by bringing 'up' the future, the sustainable, the harmless. I need 'we'. We can focus and put our collective efforts on co-operatively healing and repairing the planet. Not by trying to 'change' that which refuses to change, but simply by creating new ways of sustaining ourselves that are harmless and choosing to adhere to them instead. A group pf people responsible for cleaning the Gulf of Mexico, the Pacific Garbage Gyre, Fukishima and everywhere that has been contaminated. That's a great 'we', not waiting for others to do it for us.
We can use energy responsibly and withdraw from the old damaging irresponsible ways. We don't need so much but what we do need is each other, to make a concerted effort together, in contrast to our governments and industries, who in the words of a CEO aren't able to change overnight, their 'changes' take decades to implement. Which is why they're not changing or helping us change - they think in economic terms, in 'cheapest' rates and so on. Those rates are costing our future.
I had a realization recently of the many ways I 'give away' my power... Through the many forms of paperwork and documents that tell me what I can and cannot do, who I am, what my rights are. Even if we don't throw them away in reality, we should 'cast them out' from within us. We are free human beings, free to travel where we want, when we want, without any intervention, free to live and do what and how we wish.
Obama asked the 'terrorists' to 'renounce violence' and 'respect the constitution' - you can't ask someone else to do that unless you do it yourself. I think if we unite not with individual countries, 'China', 'France', the European Union, NATO... but instead with the people who live in China, the people who live in France, the people who live on this planet... If we look beyond all the dividing lines, where division is used for the purposes of control.
So this implies that if we are to be free we should unite in a common bond as dear friends. And when I say my 'free' friends I'm declaring my affection, for my ''dear and beloved'. And those who are enslaved perhaps are those who still adhere to the old system, the ways that do not serve the whole family, but only the master, while destroying life whether it be in subtle ways; insidious daily leeching from our vital force, or from taking the air we breathe and turning it bad. Even the air from the highest mountain is now no longer impure, tainted with particles that would erode our bodies. Even our bodies, as dependent as they are on certain conditions, limit us.
Don't limit yourself to the garden; to the seed and the soil, but question where does that seed and soil come from, what prompts the flower to grow and become itself... There is no paperwork that can grasp that or measure it. Potential is truly our secret weapon, and love likewise... When a person expects the tip of a knife to hurt and yet through the blade courses only compassion, healing and life... using such a knife we can cut away the old bonds.
Is it any wonder I'm finding it difficult to con-form. I have this wish to never sign any form every again. It's fiery and fierce in my heart. I want to shake all of it off like dust. All of the trappings. to wander freely like the yogis once wandered across Asia.
It begs the question what are our basic needs? Well even the buddha needed a bowl of rice milk for strength to continue in his practise. In Asia back then it was possibly for him to wander. He did not have to stop his meditation to fill our any forms. Can you imagine if upon taking his seat beneath the bodhi tree, someone had approached him, the owner, and said 'You can't sit here, it's private property...' I'm sure the owner would have stood no chance. The most powerful mind can win all the battles.
Here, not having the right paperwork can limit your rights. Now you do not have human rights, because you don't have the right paperwork. All of this paperwork is supposed to be providing us with freedom, with more rights and yet it actively oppresses and prevents us pursuing our intrinsic freedom. We have to tick all the boxes to belong. Except I don't fit any boxes. I slipped off the edge of the forms...
I am intent on restoring, re-storying, changing my story. I may have to rewrite all the rules, because the rules no longer serve us. It's no longer a matter of civil disobedience, it's uncivil. Because the constraints society forces us to adhere to are uncivil, inherently prejudiced, marginalising, undemocratic, capitalistic and ballistic.
People are worried about being unemployed. Why? You have so much to do. We don't cease to exist without a job or house... We need to work together, we need to produce food wherever we are. So much land has NOTHING in it! (Well it does but not ENOUGH). People have land that is empty when it could be stacked with food using vertical growng, aquacultures, permaculture, magic gardening and fuel supplies using the Jean Pain Composting method... Offering a home for animals, birds and bees struggling to find habitats.
Without a job, without a home, without money; you are still standing. We have each other. We have where we are and where we go and what we choose to focus on. We can gather seeds and plant them. We have places that remain free.. We have places without forms.
I am becoming formless. I am becoming free. And the first step is to see where you 'think' you are not free, and shake it off like the dust that it is. We are incredible creators. As much as we bear witness to the destruction on this planet we will bear witness to our ability to create ways out of it; ways even where there are none. We don't have to change the unchangeable, we don't have to convert the unyielding, we don't have to squander all our energy on trying to make the 'blind with ignorance', see.
We only have to take steps to turn around and put our foot forward 'The hardest thing in the world is to simplify your life, it's so easy to make it complex.The solution maybe for a lot of the world's problems is to turn around and take a forward step, you can't just keep trying to make a flawed system work.' (From Chris Malloy's film 180 Degrees South)
Form is emptiness and the very emptiness is form ;emptiness does not differ from form, form does not differ from emptiness, whatever is emptiness, that is form,
the same is true of feelings, perceptions, impulses, and consciousness.
all truths are marked with emptiness ;
they are not produced or stopped, not defiled or immaculate, not deficient or complete.
in emptiness there is no form nor feeling, nor perception, nor impulse, nor consciousness ;
No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind ; No forms, sounds, smells, tastes, touchables or objects of mind ; No sight-organ element, and so forth, until we come to :
No mind-consciousness element ; There is no ignorance, no extinction of ignorance, and so forth, until we come to : There is no decay and death, no extinction of decay and death. There is no suffering, no origination, no stopping, no path.
There is no cognition, no attainment and no non-attainment.
It is because of his non-attainmentness that a Bodhisattva ( a being who dedicates all their lives to liberating others from suffering), through having relied on the Perfection of Wisdom, dwells without thought-coverings. In the absence of thought-coverings he has not been made to tremble,
he has overcome what can upset, and in the end he attains to Nirvana (and beyond)
All those who appear as Buddhas (awakened ones) in the three periods of time (past, present and future) fully awake to the utmost, right and perfect Enlightenment because they have relied on the Perfection of Wisdom.
Therefore one should know the Prajnaparamita - Hridayam (the Perfection of Wisdom and Hridayam means of the 'heart') as the great spell, the spell of great knowledge, the utmost spell, the unequalled spell, allayer of all suffering, in truth -- for what could go wrong ? By the prajnaparamita has this spell been delivered. It runs like this :
'Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond, O what an awakening, all-hail ! -- or gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha'
(Bodhi means one who is free of greed, hate and delusion, or has achieved enlightenment. And Svaha means 'so be it' or hail, it's a form both of honouring and manifesting.)
This completes the Heart of Perfect Wisdom as told Sariputra by Avalokita the Holy Lord and Bodhisattva who moving in the deep course of the Wisdom which has gone beyond, looked down from on high, He beheld but five heaps, and He saw that in their own-being they were empty.
-'This is true prayer—the seeker’s admission of his sense of limitedness and his heartfelt cry for assistance in transcendence. It is not a prayer for the things of the world. It is not a pray for food, shelter, health, partnership, riches, success, fame, glory or even for heaven1. One who recites these three mantras has realized that such things are full of holes, soaked in pain and, even in abundance, will forever leave him wanting. It is in this full understanding that one turns to this prayer. The essence of each of these three mantras is the same: "O, teacher help me free myself from my sundry misunderstandings regarding myself, the universe and God and bless me with true knowledge.'
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
The Most Disgusting Article I Ever Read
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Lara Logan, Genderism, Journalism and Quality.
You know I think Lara Logan is one of the few journalists to still be saying it like it is, and I don't think her terrible experience in Egypt is going to stop that happening, I think instead it will inform it.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
The Cure for Cancer Buried by the Pharmaceuticals for over 50years
I have more resources on how to make essiac and where to get it here.. and here
http://www.theepochtimes.com/n2/health/cancer-cure-found-in-secret-indian-herbal-formulation-54456.html
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