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.

Self indulgent ego stroking?

Straight reckoning it, true thinking, rue thinking, you thinking? I am, not. Arrange your prejudices in a line, before they consume you with guilt, let them lead you to a new thought, if you can bend your mind in such a manner. Or perhaps align your knowledge in order to make a new bridge to an old reason.

I like to think I think things that are new, though I am sure every thought I have has been through another mind on some occasion. Whether it be the lowliest slave in the court of some debauched historical king, to the very mind of the greatest being to ever grace the universe, whatever that mind could be. Let me babble, because I will.

Do you ever think you could be something else? Something special? Or do you condemn such a thought as vanity? Self indulgent ego stroking? It is, it is. Mind you, the ego must be stroked, as it is ego which keeps us going, humility is a beautiful thing, though it is horribly overrated.

I believe I am something quite magical, and I hope you who read this do to, because this universe, and its beautiful mystery is something that is unexplained, and there is a magic in that, and we are very much a part of that magic.

Energy courses through the universe, unexplained energy, masses of it, causation, deprivation, voids, supernovae, black holes.

Never forget the amazing magic of the thing that gives us life, the very god, the very reason for our creation, beyond religion, beyond humankind. Always remember love, that thing which accumulates and spills through us, to people who sometimes feel they are beyond it, love saves them.

I remember many years ago, running through Wellington, bombed out of my gourd on all manner of drugs, feeling the weight of technology on my soul, the torturous pressure of modernity, and then seeing a person who smiled at me, and relief running through my veins, feeling it, coursing through my body. Beautiful moments. So many of them.

Some kid asked me for two bucks today, 'For a feed' he said. I was glad to give it, even if he was just accumulating for a hit. Just so he knew that people have not given up on him, and because I had enough, and I could spare it.

I spent an evening hanging out with friends, from the rafters, like bats, though there are no rafters in this house. We actually just sat around and had a few drinks and a barbeque. It was nice, and easy, the conversation was good, and the time was well spent.

I thought I would write something for the mere sake of hitting the keys, and I think though I have said precisely nothing in the course of this missive, I feel better for saying nothing. The universe is my god, and I believe in love.

I also believe in hatred and evil, things that I have felt, violence that has gripped my being on occasion. Why should they be viewed as bad things though? If we are merely animals? Predatory prehistoric traits handed on by a genetic code. There can be no guilt or misery if evil and hatred are merely the imbedded genetic code that we carry on from our ancestors. Therefore we can kill with impunity and feel no empathy for those who suffer. We can laugh at those who suffer, make jokes about their pain, for we are innocent of their pain, and there is no transgression in their suffering on our part.

So switch the channel to sport, pop the popcorn in the microwave, crack open a beer and sink into the couch, in debauched comfort. We have risen to where we are through sheer evolutionary prowess. Survival of the fittest, laugh at the weak, for they are weak. Lurch on into the new year, with new understanding of your own evolutionary greatness. Ride on into the sunset, mind clear of emotion.

I think I prefer to care. Just because I can. Love can save us.