Change And Space: Enjoy Your Burger (.com)
This place is not big enough for the number of threads that run here. I have decided to seperate things. A new site enjoyyourburger.com has been created. Some of you may have noticed I started signing of with ‘enjoy your burger’. The more political campaigning stuff is going to move over there. This site will become more Dhamma, and Buddhist. The personal will go somewhere else. Somewhere public but not here.
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The Internet And The Street: The Age Of Truth And Unreason
As the internet unleashes truth wherever it goes, the streets become more and more unreasonable. This is the sign of the end of an age: On the edges a new age based on deeper understanding emerges whilst the greatest victims of the old one suffer breakdown at it’s demise.
Civilisations rise and fall, times change, but many things remain the same. This civilisation, as we have come to know it, must surely be approaching a radical realignment of values. This is because civilisations are divergent whilst truth is not.
Once in a while a civilisation moves so far from truth that discontinuous change occurs: a revoltution; a breakdown; a collapse; or a fundamental reassesment of values that leads to radically different ways of doing things, a re-alignment with reality. If ever a civilisation needed a reality check it is ours today. Around the world, thirty thousand kids will starve today and hundreds of thousands be beaten up, raped, abused, forced to work.
Elsewhere on the planet millions will bask in relative affluence while the “cream of society” will gloat in abundant abhorent wealth. This affluence and wealth is itself leaching the planet dry, let alone starving the rest. To think the rest can come to our standards is to be as foolish as proposing we lower our quality of life to theirs. Neither is possible or desirable.
“Enough is enough” must become the motto of economics. In a world where our manifest destinies are so inextricably entwined with each others we must take care of our neighbour. We must do so if we are to ever establish a peaceful world. “Enough is enough” is about each persons needs being met, not by “markets”, nor by “the system”, but by themselves. When each person takes enough and does not gather and hoard more there will be enough for all to prosper.
For though we may like to think of ourselves as prosperous, in the long run, we will be seen as profligate. Our great grand children will hate us for what we are doing to the planet. Can you handle that? Can you handle that America throws away more food each day than Ethiopians eat in a year. Enjoy your burger.
Listen to this postNHS Saves £500 On Scans: Costs DWP £35,360 in Benefits
It seems bizarre in the extreme for me, a man who paid plenty of tax when I was able and working. Strange that doctors wish to save £500 by not investigating matters in a timely fashion. Not only could they have solved my physical problems two years ago but saved the state some £35,360 in benefits and what will now be tens or hundreds of thousands to patch me up. All because the first people I saw at Newham “University” Hospital had no clue and … etc The Rest Is History …
Listen to this postOnce A Victim Not Always A Victim.
I didn’t grow up thinking of myself as a victim. Just as ’strange’, unusual, clever. I didn’t remember the abuse. I always had certain unusual talents particularly the arts of the mind. I mean sciences, of course. My physics teacher, when I was fourteen took me to one side and said if I worked at the subject he felt I had an unusual talent in the science. He said he thought I “could be one of the top three physicists in the world” by the time I was twenty one. I was, he said a genius.
It was a bit of a head*uck, but my head was so messed up anyway – it did not really phase me. Shortly thereafter my best friend, Michael, was killed. He was run over by a car driven by my brother and in which I was the front seat passenger. We had been in the pub together. His brother Larry ran up to the side window of the car and screamed you’ve “killed my *ucking brother”.
In any case I was at that stage in time shattered into several key personalities and god only knows how many fragmentary parts. The sexual abuse made sure of that. At age one to age seven multiple abusers took their toll on my sanity. It has been hard work growing up which is only something I started doing when I gave up trying to fit in in a world which made no sense. I decided to find out who I was.
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t. It was six years before I remembered being abused and only then after I had calmed my mind with meditation. Then I was strong enough to start to put the pieces of the puzzle back together. To re-live each horrific experience and integrate its’s aftermath, it’s trauma. The last four years I have well documented here before.
Being raped by two teachers age seven is the last act of penetrative violence I remember. I don’t know if I am still repressing other later or earlier incidences. I know I don’t know everything yet. I know I am still not whole, have still not solved the puzzle.
Listen to this postLetting Go
Letting go can sometimes be hard and sometimes be easy. It all depends on how attached you are to your ideas. For quite a while I hosted freedomforall.net on a free package with the domain name seller I used to purchase the domain. With only 10Mb of storage I often had to let go of whole chunks of my efforts to make way for the new. Occassionally there was a slight heart wrenching as I would watch a piece of writing I particularly valued fall off the end.
Today I added commenting by haloscan to the site, exploring options as I try and move from Blogger to Moveable Type as my publishing tool. I don’t like Blogger anymore because it is not flexible enough. I want to add a list on the sidebar of all previous posts and blogger won’t do it. I want to do this because when I did it manually for a while people found more they wanted to read and stayed longer. Visitors read three times the number of pages per visit when I provided them with this easy way to find stuff.
And now I discover that by installing haloscan I have had to let go of all previouse comments because haloscan can’t import them from blogger. I liked the comments. There was useful feedback and some interesting writing therein. So if you have commented and you find it has dissappeared, accept my appologies, and join me in letting go.
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