Short story- A strange invitation-part one

The breeze whipped in now, with a ferocity that changed its definition. Suddenly, a gale, turning the air around their heads in a frenzy of atoms. They ran on, the long grass whipping to and fro in front of them like weed on the ocean floor. The hill was long, but the climb was not steep, they battled forward in the breeze now gale, and squinted ahead, straining tired eyes to see their goal.

Suddenly a bolt of grey from the right, and someone goes down beside her, tumbling back down from whence they came, she sees a blur racing toward her, recognising it as an attack dog, she calmly shoulder tosses it away as it leaps at her. The others brandish their weapons and step on into the wind heartily. There is no time now to stop and deal with these animals.

The moon appears in a split second, illuminating the hillside. The grey walls of the castle with the scratches of hundreds of years, seemed to do a tiny dance under the light of Hine-nui-te-pō, shadows and light flickering across them.

They grew closer to the facility, the dull electric light that surrounded it giving it away through the trees. They entered the denser trees with no sound, the knowledge of Tane's kingdom ingrained in their tender footfalls. The wind hummed overhead, whipping the tops of the trees, but they were completely sheltered now, in the protective coat of the small forest that surrounded the institution.

The air seemed to grow cold, there was some devilry afoot, an unearthly chill stole through the air. The slow rasping of it's voice so low, you could barely hear it, as the air temperature dropped around you. There was a great Tohunga who worked at the facility, and his acquaintance with experimental weapons technology was well known. The area was no doubt equipped with a few weather re-organisation towers. They pressed on, the cold now making their breath mist in front of them.

The castle walls are huge in front of them, there seems no way in. They scuttle around the sides, under the trees, trying not to trigger the surveillance tech positioned all over the walls above them. Their new scrambler suits were obviously doing the trick, as they seem not to have alerted anyone at present.

They knew from reconnaissance that they needed to go over the walls, into the building below, and were equipped for such a need. The grappling hook firing out from the handheld contraption her brother had given her. She hooked the cable to her belt and climbed slowly up the wall, invisible thanks to her suit to any electronic eyes, which were all this facility relied on, on the outside. The others followed, seven of them now, lucky eight having his leg broken by the attack dog.

She reached the top, scrambling onto the tiles of the roof, the crisp Taranaki air whipping about her head again, in its taunting manner. The birdsong below in the trees, wafted across the breeze. She smiled to herself and thought, this is living.

Looking below into the facility brought several new problems placed pertinently before them. Two guards, a computerized machine gun post, and what looked like a small helicopter.

They crouched low below the crest of the roof, hatching a plan for the taking of the area below. The wind breathed its dynamism over them as they put together their plan, its stern insistence making her feel steadier at the fearsome height of these weather beaten walls.

To be continued. (Sometime in the near future.)



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The dynamic human intellect

Looking down at my foot and seeing it attached to my leg, and then to my torso, I am amazed that I am an organism that moves about the place. A collection of growths attached to each other forming some sort of organic mass of life and capability. Capability. The idea of capability as it exists in the human mindset. We are influenced and cajoled into the idea that we must influence and cajole. Or else we become worthless, or cast aside. Ask not the beggar in the street for advice, for what advice could they possibly give? Plenty you may find.

We must look so odd to elemental beings, breathing and wobbling about the place. Worrying and fretting about things that essentially mean nothing, but everything, at the same time. I want to write something meaningful, but I also just want to write, and to be read. The ego drives me onward toward my own mental demise. I woulhd realli liek to justh write a hole rafte of thingse that ar spellte wronge. It does my head in sometimes to be manicured by the perceptions of long dead people on how I should prepare words to be read.

It is something I have thought long and hard of recently, the human obsession with the dead knowledge, knowledge that clutters our thought life and makes up the basis of our knowledge, most of it is dead, in that it is not dynamic. Why is it so? That we are so unprepared to make our own way forward? And instead rely on long dead men and women to guide us? What is this fascination with the knowledge of people who have no perception or idea with the reality that confronts us in our day to day lives?

I say, burn the books! Start afresh. Leave behind the tinder dry idea's of yesteryear. Let us stride forward anew. Let us tear asunder the false promise of knowledge that pretends to know what we should do. Knowledge garnered from experiences so alien to our own. Are not the books that litter our libraries in a large part merely pieces of information that can be read from, and then discarded, once we have taken that which we like from them? Why ever keep a book for longer than need be. Maybe I speak from the perspective of someone who easily stores up large swathes of information in my head. Excuse me. (There is of course no reason to burn the books, I merely referred to the idea of incineration as a means to make the point that we need take what we need from past musings and then move on).

Infuriatingly, we do rely far to much on the knowledge and idea's of long dead individuals. Take the bible for instance, that often persecuted font of idea's. It was written by a collection of misguided desert dwelling fellows who lived in a world so far removed from ours that they condemned shellfish as unclean, while unbeknownst to them, shellfish are not only delicious, but also extremely nutritious.

The Abrahamic religions and their 'guidance's' are a blight on modern thought and the collective evolution of human understanding. Can we not dispense with such tired and unenlightened fodder? Please? Pretty please? And add to that, perhaps the, though at times enlightened, sometimes rather dead-ended coke-fueled ramblings of a certain Friedrich Nietzsche? And maybe the rather inconclusive and in terms of history, hastily arrived at conclusions of Charles Darwin?

Goodness we have dug ourselves a deep mental pit to climb out of. It is morbidly disturbing how far we have dug. So far we have gone into this pit that we may liken ourselves to carthorses with blinders on. Blinders of knowledge long dead in its worth. Knowledge that leaves us unable to think fresh and new thought. Unable to create. Creativity is looked upon as kooky and eccentric. Is that not odd to you?

Do you not find that slightly disturbing? That if you should believe that the world is held back by the dead and rotting idea's of several centuries you could be placed outside of the spectrum of import? It disturbs me greatly that if I decide to dispense with certain volumes of banality due to their encompassing large amounts of bollocks with small amounts of truth, that I should be frowned upon?

Take for instance the overly esteemed writings of the English naturalist Charles Darwin. His theories contributed to the mass killing of Aboriginal Australians as they were considered a 'lesser' form of humanity. And his works are still considered gospel in universities today. This is madness bordering on stupidity. Of course, the mans research is noteworthy, considering he did make discoveries and formulate idea's that are important in terms of the constant human desire to discover what exactly it is we are doing here on this rock hurtling through the never. However, his world was so far from our own, that we should have learned to take many of the things he says as belonging to an age that has long passed, and thankfully will not be seen again?

The same can be said of so much of the dated and deadened conceptual boredom that is foisted upon us as necessary in this day and age. Idea's of 'nationhood'. How silly are these? Knowing now that we most likely descend from a common group of ancestors, should we not realize that thinking we are different is not only wrong, but also stupid?

We are so stuck in the past, it is suffocating. It chokes me to the point of madness at times. The ridiculous religious books for one, but also the silly scientific texts that masquerade as 'enlightened' pieces of knowledge. When they were penned by people who have no conception whatsoever of our day to day reality. Is it not time we began to take more notice of this? More measured and understanding views on that which we should take as 'knowledge' and that which should be dispensed with? The great hulk of dead and rotten thought that hangs over humanity infects more and more minds on a daily basis. Something must be done about this, you and I need to let the world know that we need to formulate new and dynamic ideas, so that they may in time be dispensed with themselves. Human knowledge is essentially dynamic. In that it is ever-changing. It is not constant. It is something that evolves. We must consider this at every moment, or else we are lost. Leave behind the tired idea's of yesterday, yes, only a few hours ago, and embrace the dawn of new thought.

Let us create thought and then dispense with it, so that those that come after us may do so at a faster rate. Let us move forward, let us enliven the mind with a new creativity, that of constant evolution of idea's. It is our duty as thinking beings, and as pieces of stars that have blazed throughout galaxies for billions of years. We are on the cusp of a moment so illuminating that we will never understand it from our deadened and weakened perspectives. Let us see in the new day, and laugh as it is dispensed with. All old knowledge is dead, new thought is the way forward. Embrace the dawn, look to the future. We must turn our backs on much that we consider truth, in order to truly free our descendants from the bondage that cripples our intellect.

Realize, conspire, evaluate and dream. We are the future in every waking moment, carpe diem, as the old saying goes, use such an old saying to realize what it truly meant. Not that we should look upon history for the answers, but that history should give us an example of what not to do. Turn your mind to the stars, to the swirling space dust that flies through the never. I challenge you to challenge those who speak of the dead knowledge of the past as supremely relevant to modern human existence.

We are in flux, we flow through time, time flows around our being as we flow with it, how can our knowledge be anchored while that which is our reality flows? It is nonsense to consider our reality as still, it is ever moving, ever changing and will go on, with us or without us, ours is the choice, do we join the movement, or sit with our decomposing databases, hoping for answers that have not arrived? Seize your new thought, and conspire upon it, in order to free those minds that follow us, to dream new dreams, and new understandings.

Historical repetition: Cycles of humanity

I have recently thought of how often I write and try to say something about what I think people should think. Like I know the answers or something, or have some sort of idea. I thought briefly on this and realized it is probably something that makes people tired of reading what I write, because all they really want to read is some witty turn of phrase, some quick quirk of the mind relayed onto the screen for them to chuckle at for a moment.

I struggle on a day to day basis with what I 'should' write.

I know that I can write with more skill than most people, but it doesn't really help at all when you have no idea where to focus your attention. The possible subjects are numerous.

From historical fiction, which I did a large amount of research for two years ago, to a tale of my manic depressive madness and incarceration. Also I have thought about possibly turning my attention to writing non-fiction of a style that could possibly shake up the people of Aotearoa who I share native ancestry with, or even just writing non-fiction to shake up everyone in some way.

The difficult thing is deciding what it is to focus wholly upon, and then doing it.

Cutting the brain away from the body and releasing it into the tips of your fingers, relaying the feelings that you have felt and idea's that you have had onto the keyboard and meshing them together in some sort of net. A net that captures a persons attention for a time without ensnaring them for too long, so as they do not get weighed down by it.

For what use is writing that does not either entertain or inform in some way? Writing that says or provokes nothing is generally banal instruction, easily dispensed with, often hurriedly.

Thinking back to the rather tumultuous time that was my foray into the world of the mental health system and I can see there was much that would entertain people, with a few chuckles, as well as some things that would no doubt disturb. I remember enjoying a delusion that I was descended from the Pharaoh God's. A quite powerful delusion in fact, relating to the sun in many ways, the sun being something I was rather fixated on during times of psychosis, the thing about the delusion was, in my mind of minds, I knew very well it was a delusion, I just enjoyed the game, and the reaction my apparent belief in it caused in the people around me.

The energy and feeling of power a psychotic episode gives you would absolutely amaze some people, it is truly quite wonderful in many ways. Like the best drugs or sex you have had times a thousand, at times. So very hard to explain to people while you are in it and infinitely harder afterward, as it is impossible to take your mind back into it.

Of course, away from the delusions, there is also the clarity. The delusions and the clarity are two very distinctly different things. The clarity is in many ways the thing that pulled me oftentimes from the delusions.
It is a very difficult thing to explain to people that in many ways, you are in complete control of your mind in a 'psychosis', only seeing reality with unfettered perceptions.

The clarity is what also often causes you to fall back into delusion, as the sheer horror of human reality is too much too bear. It is truly maddening. When the veneer of civility is stripped from your eyes and you see things as they are. Sometimes of course you see things that ease your mind, the love of a friendship, or the care of a parent.
Though also in these moments you can see things that are really rather disturbing, the slight look of desperation in one friends face, the quick shade of anger that flits across the face of a mother. These things pale in comparison to the terror of the system though. Its mechanical maelstrom is a truly mesmerizing mindfuck.

I can recall quite clearly walking through Wellington in a state of heightened awareness, on a week day, the city bustling about me in its quaint earnestness. Quaint of course because Wellington is like the little engine that could, a 'big' city that is not that big, though of course it does make fairly bold movements at times.

I walked through with a slow jaunt, completely aware of my surroundings, and I could actually see the system at work, the traffic lights changing in their flickering computerized roundabout system, the pedestrian shuffle, slow sloping walks, to high speed sidestepping maneuvers, the beeps, grunts of bus and truck brakes, the cacophonous sounds of the city's song. The bank inhaling cash, in the form of people and their dreams, sucking in bright faces and spitting out defeated visage's.

The fake smiles, the uncaring greetings, the shallow laughter. These things can drive you into the darker parts of the human psyche quite quickly. You can see easily that humanity has very much lost control, as it is quite plain that there are very few people who are actually happy among those who inhabit the city as it works, though they be its very lifeblood, there is a dead quality to them as they flow in its paved and carpeted veins.

This of course is probably one of the most maddening things of all in many ways. You see the pain and suffering in the people as they move, the sorrow. And yet there is nothing to be done, the apathy is set. Empathy has gone. Anger has taken its place. Vengeance must be taken, on those who cause you pain, those people above you, around you, who make your life more difficult. It is a sad rat race.

Its talons lie deep in people though, forcing them about their business. Of course there are many who in many moments enjoy the day to day reality of it, I my self being one, the vigor of work does stir you in many ways toward a type of happiness, though in many ways it is a happiness that is fleeting. The urge to anesthetize comes on strong at the end of the working week, regardless of the profession in most cases.

For me, on many occasions, safely ensconced in the psychiatric ward, looking out at the city and the meanderings and goings on, it was easy to see in certain moments that myself and the people who were with me, were in fact, the sane ones. We had had enough and needed to be shut away, as the system had irked us so severely that we could not trudge along in it.

Is it not odd that people who laugh and dance provoke people to mention madness so easily? And cynicism and sneering behaviour is looked upon as normal?

All we really want is to be loved and to love. To be free. These things have become so difficult in the reality of the system that owns us from birth. The system that is beyond human control. People talk about groups of individuals who control the masses. Secret cabals, shady foundations. To me this is just a strange sort of hope. To me humanity has lost control, we are in the grip of a power that is inhuman, a mechanical monster of our own creation that has enslaved great masses of the worlds population to a creed that is based on greed and power.

People who do not wish to hear such things say that there is happiness in the modern world, though they are quick to brush over the cold hard fact that billions of people fight tooth and nail every day for mere survival.

We live in a beautiful world, as Coldplay so beautifully put to music in one of my favorite tunes. It is a cold hard world as well, with dashes of joy and goodness. May we all try harder to alleviate the suffering of the masses of humanity who live in fear of the calamity tomorrow may bring. May we rediscover our spirit and redefine human existence. It is never too late. Empathy over apathy. Create love and eliminate hate. Peace.

Possibilities that may exist

Take a step into the future. Where humanity will be in one thousand years. Impossible, and foolhardy. I see around me intense fixation on the past. Entire branches of the media devoted to relaying the boring events of the last few hours. Further back though, with these books of 'god', written by men? Haha, someone is having a laugh.

Living the strange lie of realizing what the world is about in many deep and odd ways, it is often hard to find anyone with which to talk about this with. Such a facade in the workplace, the image of the person is given to the work associates and perfected over time according to design.

Humanity is dysfunctional on a level where people are sick of hearing it. They don't care anymore, apathy prevails as people give into brutal biological reckonings of what humanity is, immediately giving people the defense of 'their animal nature' prompting them. May we engage our cognitive powers more willingly in the future, instead of wasting them as we do on television, video games and other such fanciful pastimes. Humanity is stalled, and needs to push through the mayhem and solidify a plan in a more meaningful and all encompassing manner.

The notion of any sort of division according to nationality is something that needs to be left behind. The struggle is and will be those in power and those not, no matter your race or even religion in the end. 'Race' and 'Religion' should and hopefully will, become merely reference topics for a guide to redundant follies.

There is much we have learned. And much we will. I pretend to know something sometimes, but most of the time I have not arrived anywhere in terms of a solid philosophy. It just becomes so severely taxing when you regard the world at a slight angle on occasion. It is often then that you realize you are taking it too easily, the deranged makeup of modern society is terribly inefficient and causes many deaths in the general populace. The distribution of money is completely warped in favour of groups and people who waste it on frivolities and great economic ventures, losing millions on the stock market and having fiendishly over the top extravagant parties while millions starve.

The horror of that is so cliched now though. The image should not be though, that of a small child emaciated and feverish fading away into death because there is no food while western families throw away tonnes of good food a year. Does this not seem odd?

To me, yes,it does, terribly negligent really, as this situation is not new. It could have been cleared up years ago by a more functional United Nations with more power and clearer goals. And essentially, a higher ratio of scientists and artists in these councils also. There is no reason why it is not so when you really get down to brass tacks. Lawyers and economists run the govt? How functionally prepared can you be for skulduggery. The other branches of science and the arts are where balance could finally be achieved in some way that could provide a more reliable reflection of the desires of the greater community. On the back of course of a far better funded education system.

All the world should implement large scale education programs across their countries, it should be a United Nations initiative, 'educate the world'.

Possibilities that may exist.

A comfortable Universe

As it is true that our atoms were once part of galactic debris and fiery and icy wonder, it is true that we are from the stars, for how could we not be?

When the problems of the world overwhelm you, you could think of a nut, or you could just think of the galaxies, and operate on a logic that has the multiverse and what it is at the central focus of humanity. Sure you say, someone can say that, but are they living in the real world?
Well why not?

It is amazing the level of distraction leveled at us now by the media machine. The indoctrination, of war, profit, and power. From sport, to movies, to video games, and all fictional media as well directed at all ages, from your very youth and the rest of your life. 'Culture'.

Of course, one can not be too much of a 'downer', these days, it became 'unfashionable'
a way back, people don't want to talk about the strangeness in terms of insanity of this world we live in. So you have to have a bit of a laugh about it and then think about something else.

What about the Battle of Midway, fought across the horizon. Bit excessive really wasn't it? Madness and death. History and especially the history of the last one hundred years is not meant to be talked about anymore. And it is instead presented in a strange manner through the media.

You struggle on though don't you, never quite fooled, doggedly determined to do something, though sometimes you forget what. I do anyway, there are people that you are attached to and those also you admire. Those people you love.
The function of social groupings, the very fabric of the ideals of human existence, is still not nearly as developed as it should be, the ability to communicate.

Our philosophy dwindles at the pens of many who argue about which human ideological pursuit is the greatest. Somehow things like sport and fighting are always highly prized. Keep em bayin for blood. Competitive violent.

Then of course you remember that it would be a good option to learn even a small bit about astronomy and phiosophy, just for the reason that when you meet with those you love you are able to converse freely on things that stimulate your thought and theirs, learning from each other and teaching. Education so horribly neglected in favour of war.

I did remember this though, as I thought on this, that this is a comfortable world in a comfortable universe.

The earth and its human inhabitants situation is far too complicated through savage nationalism and old world prejudice to be clearly directed en masse. The people ne masse of course controlling the direction. It is almost a fantasy, then again, some form of it could eventuate. In some wonderful far off future where everything is alright.

The one that many no longer believe in.

Wind, Wellington, Aotearoa and the Cosmos

Thoughts buffeting the mind like winds in the trees on Mt Victoria.

Picture in your mind Wellington's wild winding packets of air whirling about across the trees in shapes that can be made out from hundreds of metres away by the naked eye.

The leaves revealing a white grey underside to the light, for the sole reason that the motion of the universe caused them to move.

Thoughts, moving at speed,are much the same and can quickly unravel assembled notion, causing a sudden burst of question, that causes rapid disintegration of logically compiled areas of reason and belief. Like the way the wind bursts across Mt Victoria, scattering natural debris before it, energizing and depleting those things that happen to be in its path. Within the chaotic yet synchronised continuous revolution that is this universe, all such natural movement is reasonably created to a certain degree by patterns in the flow of atoms.

Thoughts of an island home, twin outposts inhabited by sane wanderers, who feel at home everywhere, but still often think of the shores of Aotearoa as a place where true rest can be found. The brazen logic and sanity of NZ is something I often miss, humor so dry that even Aussies occasionally miss it.

The future presents itself every moment, seeming to beckon us to action, whatever it is we consider action to be. There is such a beautiful insanity to the universe on a larger scale, an insanity that exists in our misunderstanding of the universe, and our continued efforts at reasoning as to what it could be.

Back to those winds though, surging through the valleys and oceanic passages that surround the city named for the man who defeated Napoleon. A special city, a truly magical spot, imbued with a lurking presence of chaos in its tremulous underbelly, the people and the fault line.
This magnificent planet, this mind boggling universe, they await us, every time we wake, with questions and answers so numerous we could never take them all on.

Let us dance the dance of beatific wonder, when we can allow ourselves to do so, so that we may again appreciate the magnificent unknown, and the great puzzlement this encourages in us. We must never rest, for we have given ourselves clues into understanding through dogged determination to make sense. There is no harm in continuing to attempt explanation of everything. The future does not hang in a balance, it rests in possibilty, for us to whirl toward, on a planet that travels through space, anchored to nothing, taking humanity on the greatest journey ever witnessed. Enjoy it while you can, and help others when you are able. We have a responsibility to foster the cause of humanity with everything we can.

The wind is a way by which we see the miracle of the universe in motion, its effect is to move us to motion and thought, it causes an emotional response, as well as a pragmatic one, its cause lies in far off galaxies, but then those galaxies are equally as affected by that which occurs around us. Relativity, movement, the flow of the cosmos. See it, realize it, and be it.

Dainty dumplings dangling in doorways

Too many questions, topography is one.

'Where is my damnable topography map for the sake of Jupiter and Mars!'

Grandiose explanations for lackadaisical happenings.

Embroidered stories, to stop the horror.

What was that I said the other day? Am I crazy? Is everyone I see every day crazy? Acting sane we are. Are we playing the part well enough? Is the reason we admire good actors because they are the best at that which all of humanity do everyday? Yes.

Direction is the really crazy one, the real life directors, away from films, those who direct others in everyday life, for they are after all what gives the 'film director' their title. Ability to direct, or compulsion to direct, to compel others to do. These things denote a type of craziness that goes far beyond that of the average person trying to conceal their real self.It can be quite lovely, everyone, everything, is intriguing. Where would we be without directors? They are brilliant, as are all those people and things that can move you emotionally. We are carbon based life forms after all. Shine on you crazy diamond.

Theatre of imaginings. Totem.

The brain. The mind, the psyche.

Twisted conundrums, wasted illusory peace. Sweet rest.

Awakened panic, slow, deliberate reality sliding in from somewhere, yes, I am alright.
That sun/rain feels delightful on my brow, how sweet it is to lie beneath this canopy of galaxies.

Serendipitous meetings encouraged by academic or economic yearnings.

Crouch low when you strike a high strength ultra meshed steel fence rusted at the bottom in the courtyard of the high security wing. I did so once many years ago to escape from a so-called 'high' security psychiatric facility, and the elation that accompanied it was quite exquisite, there was literally no other way out of that particular ward. Most efforts at escape were on visits to the 'open-side' or when I was moved there. Plus whenever I made escapes I was still 'crazy', not quite under the yolk of the psych drugs just yet.

Looking out at the world from in there.

I said to myself 'They are the ones who are crazy'. Lunatics, moon moved, everyone of us, bodies of water, tidal emotions...

Some of the safest moments of my life were in those crazy walls. But also some of the bleakest. Enriching it was.

To some I would recommend it. Though of course, it is rather odd.

Stardust

Jangled notions, stop the brain shake.


What we have to do, is create beauty so that we can give some magical thing to the databank of humanity.

The powers that be are relentlessly overwhelming and have put themselves into such a powerful position that we lose hope. There must be a political alternative.

Constructive options are on offer. Enhanced altruistic involvement by the money holders and the state departments. It is a function of the govt. to look after the people. It can be arranged.

Fucking crash hot

Fucking crash hot

Luck brings flash rot,

Look its the sun

better put on some sunscreen

don't want to get cancer

shit, that would be bad

burning away without a fire

spf 1000 is what I need

fuck nuclear holocaust,

I'm now a fucking cockroach.

Fucking crash hot.

Protracted Mutter.

I write for no reason other than it actually makes me happy to do so. I enjoy it, it is a splendid release to pour feeling out onto the page. Tap tap tappity tap. Have been doing it for years. Childhood homework projects in the Bach out the back of 12 Peterhead place Flaxmere, to now.

I cringe at the boredom of modern life when I speak to people I work with at the Sign production factory I work in as a 'Grand laminating and sign production assistant'. It is truly odd how far people can be from the true perspective humanity should have taken up at this point in our history. The mindless distraction, the gossip, the talk about sport, which I engage in (sport talk, not gossip, that is one thing I have always done my utmost to avoid in the workplace), my hypocrisy is fully fledged.

I sound superior there, and it is because I am, by virtue of the insight given to me by my parents and several excellent teachers and friends I have had over the years. Not to mention media personalities. We are barreling along in a mass of stupidity. The brazen ignoramuses who parade themselves before the populace on things such as reality television are one thing. The idiots who produce the things are quite another. Consumed by financial gain.

These fiends who grind peoples bones to make their bread. Giants of industry, stacking away golden eggs. Be something they say, be somebody, do something with your life. But why? And for what? To join the masses in the dance of slavery? As Morrison said, "You're all a bunch of fucken slaves!"

Anger wells up in me at the degradation caused by the 'western' worlds obsession with crap. To the cost of millions the world over who suffer everyday. What will you do about it? What. I often despise myself for my lack of activity, but I do strive to do more. We must all.

Bleat bleat bleat. I remember when I thought the world was a place of promise, and that keeps me vital. We can change things for the better. It is within our grasp still. Even while the fascistification of earth continues. Knowledge and new idea's interspersed with time honoured truth will win the day.

Devour information, It is your duty to do so.

Express yourself through what medium you see fit, that is also your duty.

Let not that which moves you to remain that thing you should have done, everyone is gifted. In more ways than one.

Jocularity Peculiar

This is the happy blog, where everyone chortles away at the hilarity the entire time. The laughter becomes deafening at times and there are strange hoots in the distance, we are robots programmed toward a function, so why not instead make that function laughter. There is much to laugh about. We see it around us at all times. Imagine a future where people actually give a shit again? There is a strange resignation to life in many people I meet. Maybe they see it in me, because I feel it at times.

The general purpose of humanity has been eroded, leaving our philosophy directionless but for an unwise focus on gathering a metal that is kept locked up safe and sound where no one can use it. Economics charges forth, at risk and ruin of every human.
After philosophising of selves to a point where everyone got a bit stuck and then there has been a meandering about in the last few years.

The focus of humanity needs to be regained, education and knowledge for all, for the greater good of all of mankind. So many people just really don't give a shit though in a way. Maybe they once did, or do normally but can't be assed. That is probably me actually, existing away in the maelstrom of modern life, becoming complacent and then active, and so on.

There is no reason not to begin a worldwide campaign for nations to reduce military spending and reinvest this in the education systems, the health systems and so on. The perpetual weaponising that goes on is beyond ridiculous. While other systems falter under a workload that could easily be carried with a quarter of the funds spent on military action. Humanity as a group is guilty of this, well the most powerful anyway. There are still enlightened ones who live with the cosmos still, rolling through beyond the petty travails of modern life, existing, discovering, increasing knowledge. 'Lost tribes', who exist where people would least expect it.

Romanticism really, reality requires our attention.

It demands it, play your part, do your bit, keep the machine chugging along, with its jolly driver chortling at the hilarity of it all again and again.

Insane in the Surgery with Dr. Felix

After having it on my mind for some time I decided enough was enough, I would cut the damnable infestation out of my head myself, after all I had practiced brain surgery on others. I rigged up the necessary camera equipment and monitors and went to work. Today would be a victory over the gnawing insanity that threatened my very existence as the greatest brain surgeon ever.


It was a good thing my brother walked in when he did, such an excellent offsider, I had just made an incorrect incision with my right hand and my left hand had flown violently into the air, knocking the left camera out the window, I remember thinking that I should watch that vid, before hearing him scream, "Felix, you are not a fucking brain surgeon!" He rushed over and yanked the scalpel out of my hand. He had such a wonderfully strong constitution that the sight of the tissue and blood as well as the dirty high powered bone saw I had used did not cause him to bat an eyelid.


I immediately remembered that in fact I was not a surgeon, and that perhaps I had overreacted at my sub-consciouss again. Still it was a lovely little fantasy, the awards, the dinners and the parties. All in a split second, I had commenced to cutting soon after that second, gripped by a fear that I would lose these things, it caused me to smirk even now, the brilliant trick my own mind had played in me. I had not trusted the blasted thing for years.


My brother had good reason to be at odds with it, after it had fooled me into thinking that me and him were time travelling aliens sent to reconoiter the past of Earth in order to bring information to our superiors six hundred and forty nine years into the future, so that they could try to reverse the alarming situation that had developed on Earth at that time, involving super genetically enhanced humanoids, and the devastation they had wrought on the planet.

Now though, we had a mess to clean up. I spoke finally, after Piripi had cleaned up my head wound with some stitches and gauze.

"Piripi I must apologise, I was in the grip of the most beguiling idea, that I was the greatest brain surgeon on Earth and I had to cut out an invasive disease from my head before it was too late, so that I could save humanity through surgery and education, from the super genetically enhanced humanoids. It was wonderful actually."

"Well Felix I am glad you have seen this reason now, it is after all I who is the doctor, and of course your ongoing idea that I am your brother disturbs me immensely. I am your Psychiatrist, and I am worried about you, good thing I decided to call in unannounced. I cannot believe you have access to such equipment so easily. I suppose you ordered it online did you?"

He had a strange glint in his eye which worried me.

Just then a woman walked in and spoke directly to me. "Doctor, have you completed your procedure for the evening?"

I looked at Piripi, this was certainly an odd development, who was this woman dressed as a nurse? Was she actually a nurse, or was this some strange new procedure Piripi had dreamed up to cure me? It couldn't be, thoughts were flashing through my head now, maybe I was the world's greatest brain surgeon and the disease had gotten too far entrenched. Piripi looked worried.

I spoke calmly to the woman. "It's fine, I will tidy things up, thankyou for coming in though."

She left. I turned to Piripi.

" So, you are my psychiatrist are you Piripi? Was that your nurse? Am I having auditory hallucinations?"

A thought snuck into the side of my diseased brain, Piripi had been turned by the genetically enhanced superhumanoids, and was trying to stop me saving humanity. I started to back away toward the door.

I turned quickly and looked down the hallway, the nurse had taken a seat at the desk down the way. I was suddenly flabbergasted, it looked like a surgical hospital out there, not my house, or a psychiatric unit. Maybe I was a surgeon? This was odd. I turned back to Piripi. It wasn't Piripi, it was the skeleton I kept in my operating theater. I was again pretty sure I was the worlds greatest brain surgeon, blood was seeping from the wound in my head, it trickled down past the inside of my left eye and ran down my nose. I think this infection was too far gone.

Why America bashing is silly and thoughts on the future of mankind

You hear it all the time. 'I hate America, blah blah'. I was guilty of it myself on many occasions in the past, unthinkingly rattling off down some feeble trail of thought. The fact is, the United States has given the world as much, if not more, than what its tyranny, perpetrated by a few within the system, will ever do to the collective people of Earth. It was started as a 'New World' by visionary men, who were attempting to put an end to the tyranny of the old European system.

A system that had made slaves and servants of the bulk of the population to service the aims and the pleasure of the elite. They started it with that notion, but of course, the taint of greed and love of power were quick to rear their heads in some form or another in this new world, and plenty of old world idea's got through. It was however around two hundred years before the system really began to take control of the people in the fascist manner that America was set up against.
In that two hundred year window, and even after it, there has been amazing, art, literature, music and idea's to flow in a torrent from the world's only real large scale 'modern' melting pot. Like it or not, America is the one country on Earth that has such huge groups of co-existing displaced and re-placed groups of people from everywhere.

As we all know anyway, there is no such thing as race. National boundaries are merely projected by power players for the benefit of someone or another and genetic differences are virtually indistinct. We are all human, that much is obvious, and there are no differences that make a difference besides those that are cultural. Many rave on about the injustice of it, the terrible tyranny targeting the weaker nations, America and its evil agenda. When it is far more simple than that. It is not the United States we should be raging against. It is the machine. The corporations, the finance system. As the new French President pointed out recently, before putting through a thirty percent pay-cut for himself and his cabinet, 'the world of finance is my enemy'.

Our enemy is not America, it is a system that works through a strong entity like America. The system grows stronger even as America begins to let itself fade into lazy obesity. But the system moves toward the power base. Which is now in China, the new hub of economic power and military technology. The centre of power. The Chinese culture is remarkable and ancient, almost the opposite of the United States in a way. It is however now the place that will soon feel the eyes of the world boring into it on a far greater level than it has ever experienced in recent history. In this technological age, technology will be adapted by the machine to be used for the control of the masses. This process may in fact speed up because of the need that China will have to control information on a far greater scale. There is a chance now that the acceleration of global collusion of intelligence agencies will finally reach far faster fruition. It is merely logical that this should occur. The beast will roar, and humanity need steel themselves for it. For the shock-wave of this roar will be incredible.

The outcry and the protest that goes on at present against the system will dissolve because of the anarchic nature of it. It is not an organised movement with cohesive direction and philosophy. It is too disjointed and has too many people who profess to lead others. The system on the other hand has direction, means and age old delegated control patterns. Therefore, the only way forward is within the system. Through a continued objective of education, enlightenment and socio-cultural evolution. Which of course is possible. Those who think they can derail the machine by force are dreaming. The only conceivable way to save the future is too try to make things happen through means that are not confrontational and not potentially violent. Through age old methods of teaching, music, art and literature and so on. Through the law, politics, scientific reason, through philosophy, the often maligned practice of thinking about things.

Re-affirmation of the human capacity to do. The amazing complexity of the universe begins in side of every one of us. We are a universe unto ourselves, in that we each dwell in our own universe. Think about that. It is beautiful. The vampire system that tries to drain us is defeat-able through gradual enlightenment. The capacity for this is far from lost. The capacity to teach and be taught. Therefore the logical movement for those who wish to have a tangible impact on the progression of humanity as a whole is through existent political systems. Just as the right wing group 'The National Party' have taken control of the nation of New Zealand. So should a new political movement muster itself for a push at the seat of the demos across earth.

The people need to be motivated like never more to speak. In New Zealand for example those involved in the Green party and its potential collaborative groups need to begin a concerted effort to enrol voters and spread the word about the power of the common New Zealander and the vote they have and the potential strength of that vote. The day is far from lost. The struggle goes on, everyday. We must continue to try to right the wrongs and believe in each others potential, it is the only real way forward, beyond the idiocy of committing crime to protest crime, of attempting to spread fear to fight fear. We have a chance to continue the work of the great visionaries of the past. Those who saw the potential of the human spirit, the true beauty of it, in every child, woman and man.

It is real, we can save ourselves.

Political Jargon.

The National party has again been true to form. In typical conservative fashion they have striven to uphold conservative status and standing by tweaking and changing the situation for their benefit ( funnily enough), while they remain in power, while doing their utmost to convince the people of New Zeland that they are trying to sort things out for the good of the entire populace.

When they are cooly going about the business of getting rich. And damn deficits and the people who create them. The logic of the almighty dollar. Never mind that the entirety of a society contributes to the organsim that it is, and that the spectre of debt, has been shown to be be the ghost that it is, with huge debts being wiped around the world in some cases. The role of the politician now is so symbiotic with big business that it is hard to see where one ends and the other starts, too many heads in laps and up asses.

This has become the overwhelmingly clear situation in NZ in the last thirty years, as both Labour and National have thrown their lot in with powerful business entities in a way like never before. There is an uneasy feeling amongst the populace as they realise they have been duped, while some struggle to pretend that they believe they still made the correct decision, while others vociferously declare they are with National, and believe in John Key! Chilling really.

Still there is of course a ray of hope, that common-sense will indeed prevail. Simply because it should do, seeing as most are aware that the best interests of a society at large, are not to purposefully deprive some of its members of resources for the reason they cannot pay their own way, while other members of the same Aotearoa buy their third boat. It is ridiculous and supremely aggravating. There are better political options that exist in the interest of the New Zeland people as a group. There are people and groups of people becoming politically active who will be able to shape the future in a way that is beneficial to all.

We need to ask serious questions of the two elitist and centre right options that exist in Labour and National (I must say though, there are still true left minded individuals in the Labour party, even if the party at large has been hijacked by money grubbing bastards. There is a far greater need to begin concerted strategising and well organised campaigning than ever before in NZ politics, or the charade of differing political agenda's will continue, and eventually sell NZ from underneath us. Break on through to the other side people, we need to let the world know we will not be coerced into further slavery, the time is now...

Galactic questions

Recently it has dawned on me, like the sun at the end of a moonless night, that I know not nearly enough about the wondrous galaxy we are moving in and the other star systems that inhabit the universe it flys in. It has gradually become apparent to me that I should really make an effort to gain a greater understanding of it, its properties and its apparently eternal movement. It is disturbing that such a thing as this universe, which possibly holds all the information about the very formation of the situation we as a race find ourselves in, could become so ably ignored. A major problem of course being the common thread that is trotted out by many along the lines of 'we have it all figured out'. In fact, we certainly do not. We have idea's, idea's based on factual information that has been witnessed after the fact. Carl Sagan himself, in his 'Cosmos', says, 'maybe infinite'. We cannot understand this as mortal beings. We find ourselves with 'evidence' that something has occurred, and then try to piece this 'evidence' into a picture through calculations based on what we can measure and see. A big problem for science at present is the supposed existence of 'dark matter', that which we cannot measure and see. And yet this is not a big story for the world's media. Or for humanity at large, is that not strange to you at all? Why do we no longer look with incredible wonder to the heavens? Because we have figured it all out? It is to me absolutely laughable to suggest that we are anywhere close to having it figured out. The research must continue.

The Red Tree

A big red tree adorned the lawn of the house, an old man played guitar in its warm shadow. The sun had blazed but sank low, halfway below the horizon, still casting warmth before it, and beautiful soft colour saturated the sky. Ulysses had walked a way from where his car had been parked, and the scene was good, it stirred his imagination, and lit up corners of his memory.

The man looked up as Ulysses strode slowly, but purposefully through the gate. He smiled and added a little riff to the blues standard he played. His lyrics finally lightly dusting Ulysses's ear-drums. He had a voice tinged with many things, and it had a worldly but friendly tone. Ulysses walked the long driveway, the music lending itself beautifully to the dusk that placed itself slowly across Ulysses's view of earth.

The man on the guitar stopped.

"Before you come any closer stranger, praytell, what your first name," he spoke in a low easy voice, "I would take a measure of thee, from the vision I see before me, coupled with the name they parents chose and who I perceive you to be after I have heard you speak."

Ulysses hailed him from the fifteen yards that remained between him and the man.
"My name sir is Ulysses, my parents named me for the Greek hero, but in the Roman tongue. I have walked about ten miles, after my car went to rest further back down your road."

The old man chuckled, "My road? It is no road of mine, just as the red tree that stands above me is not mine either. I am but someone who dwells in the vicinity of these things. The government say they own the road, but they do not. It is something that remains for a time, and in that time many use it, many more than ever pay for it, I was just the ten minutes gone singing an ode to that road."

" I would like to hear that." Ulysses said carefully, a half smile creeping onto his face.

The old man lowered his eyes for a moment and spoke slowly, "Would you now? Would you now?"

"Come over and sit down then, on the log there."

Ulysses walked to the log, it was several years old, but solid enough to have retained itself well against the weathering of time. Mushrooms grew in part of the bark, and an enchanting turquoise flowered vine wrapped it self about the base of the trunk, along what had been its upright side. It looked a comfortable seat, especially after the trek he had endured.

"alright then, the man spoke, I will play you my song."

He shifted his seat slightly, before quickly going about checking if the sound of the guitar was right for what he would try to do. He smiled briefly, before hitting the strings with his fingers and beginning.

The sound was strange, morose but optimistic, with undertones of love and violence, and the odd moment of pure beauty. Ulysses sat rapt, the music flooding his being.

The old man started to sing, a song about another man, who lived on the road many years ago. The music rose and fell, as the story weaved through the chords, setting itself a-flight, airborne on sound-wavws. Ulysses was astonished, he had never expected something so penetratingly magnificent. He was almost aghast, and felt tingling down the base of his spine.

The song carried him into its legend, he became the protagonist, moving through the music. The old man's hands rhythmic and blurred, then still and beating, as the music changed up and down.

The sun sat on the edge of the world, the last light creeping across the plain. As the last strains of the song reverberated in his brain, Ulysses hoped he would be able to lodge in the house that sat off behind the man.

"What do you think?" the old man croaked, voice crackling under the strain of the song it had sung.

"Amazing man, can you tell me your name?"

The old man smiled, the same smile of earlier, though a little more haunting.
"My name? Haha, I am no-one, you are alone in this field."

Ulysses started, there was no one there, no old man, and no guitar, nothing save a large magpie that looked at him with a quick quizzical eye before flying off into the gumtree that sat, now menacingly, above the deserted house. He got up, it was almost dark, and this was a strange road.

Ebb and flow

The ebb seems to ebb for so long on occasion, the empty feeling inside, the nothingness that creeps over oneself. I have observed it from outside myself on more than one occasion.

It is merely the mind betraying itself, pulling away bridges it made for itself earlier, leaving dangerous drops that need to be carefully negoiated. I fell briefly only the weekend gone, into a period of self loathing and fear. My weakness leaves me disgusted at my frailty. I attempted to cover up the advance of it by leaping into a drinking session, in order to numb myself to it.

This merely ended up providing me with a moment where I felt as though I had ostracised myself from my own friends through egocentric stupidity.

It is nice to write about it, having recognised it for what it was, I had failed at this in the distant past, and it caused me no end of trouble. I feel as though again I have bested the beast that rears up over me on occasion. I will continue to do this for the rest of my days, as my self belief remains exceptionally strong, even though at times I know that I have not ably demonstrated to anyone why it is Ibelieve in myself so much.

This is a question we should all ask ourselves, I think. What is it that makes us go on through life? What is it that we think we are going to achieve, that we think we can achieve in this reality?

There is always some reason to hold on for tomorrow isn't there, or else you wouldn't. I trust if you bother to read this then you have some interest in self preservation, as you are merely gathering information in order to glean from it that which you may find useful (you'sful).

Anyway, there is no reason to bang on to long on this is there.

It is the ebb and flow which makes this life so intensely wonderful on occasion, that is something to remember. For with no ebb, there would be no flow, no high and no low. Flow on friends, move through the universe, step through the door, into the self that waits for you somewhere else a lot of the time, the self that knows you, that is locked into the essence of this magical space and time.

I would advise that you take some time this week to sit for a moment and enjoy your own company in silence. It is a peace we forget about these hectic days.

Migration stations, Space awaits

I often wonder why more is not made of the move to the realm of space. Logical progression, all the 'sci-fi' movies and programmes for years have merely been a preview for the future, what will mankind become? Surely if mass deaths are caused by some human phenomenon there will be some who have an opportunity to survive, whether it be beneath the ground or in orbit.

If it is beneath ground then they can occupy themselves with surviving and building potential sustainable space travel vehicles. If it is in orbit, then why just orbit? The generations who follow us will be as the ones who came many years before us, into the unknown they will go, though of course, charting and navigation methods having changed considerably since then so they will have a good idea of what they approach over distances, though of course, will never be quite sure what they are doing for a long time.

We remain unsure of ourselves now, which leads to the situation we have now where powerful people feebly clutch onto that which they have, as they see images of death and destruction across the planet, there hearts hardened by fear. Feebly, cling on to, their fear.

Outwardly pretending they are powerful with items purchased to boost their status, so that others might 'envy' them. I despise envy and I have managed to avoid it as an emotion that I experience over the years, which was of course no easy process, as it still dogs me on occasion. I would urge you to try to do so, as I feel it gives me a happier and more ambitious outlook when I do no engage in it. I will not envy someone who has something, because I always believe that I am capable of reaching some mental plain where it will only matter to be alive and safe. I am sounding like a goddamn hippy again now, peace and love, hahaha.

Back to space and away from megolomania. The human world is weak, consumed with death, we strive to function in it, constantly questioning what we are doing and then for times slotted right in and doing it, because of some goal we think we will achieve. Goals being of course essential in progression, and the goal of space and the further development of humanity and our understanding of our own capacity is the greatest goal of all.

This will come as we engage ourselves completely with the greater universe, travel through it, and learn its magic on a larger scale. Entire civilisations of humans could populate the solar sysem and then the galaxies and so on. If you were negative you would immendiately think, oh no! heaven forbid!

There is no need to give up on humanity yet though, it is possible that reason can be gained. For we never have had it as a planetery group. Reason that is, as unreason has frequently been the fare over millions of years.

What Sir Isaac Newton would have given for access to the information systems and equipment available now. Those at the pinnacle of scientific endeavor of course more appropriately deserve the reverance of the populace, instead of the current worship of artists, be they musicians, be they sportspeople. Though of course, science is essentially an artform, though a far more exacting process is engaged in in many ways.

Still, inspiration is vital for these pursuits, and of course, the artists who currently get the plaudits do of course give something to the population, even if it is a little silly at times, musicians, being particularly guilty of this on occasion.

Rocket ships. My daughter, the other evening at a friends house, walked out with a book in her hands saying it was the special book about space and that told me it was a book about rocket ships and going to the moon, it was an amusing moment. I do tend to prattle on at times. She hears it more than most. Still, I am glad she has a head for it, I think it is the future, and as I said in the opening paragraph, cannot understand why it is not more of an agenda being pursued, if only for the reason that it could well be something that could unite the people of earth into larger groups. Even perhaps a continental triumvirate? This would certainly end the so called 'resourse crisis'.

The media are the fool who bow down to money in the biggest way, feeding us the 'idea' of what life could/should be about. Then again they do gratify us by stirring us to happiness and moments of learning. It is always a two edged sword isn't it. Though of course greater accountability in the media for the education of mankind as a group is a priroity that should take precedence. Rather than the current fashion for 'hits' and 'sales'. Fuck that, idiots. We are spiralling into a mess, but then again, we are not. There is control still for the people over the machine, and we have a chance as to maintain our diginity in the face of a system that threatens to overtake us completely.

Let us take back control and explore the galaxies, as sentient beings, rather than the sorry, sad, tortured beings we sometimes are now, caught up in the dance toward a death that so many fear, suckered into consumerism and media constructs, rather than upgrading your mental plain, and believing in the future of humankind.

Sentient beings we can be, for there are those that have gone before us, there is a certain resonance about the universe, a reverberation, it will coninue with or without 'earth', so it would be good for those who follow us if we make preparation for their progress into a galactic conscioussness.