Sunday, 31 March 2013

Body Modification - fascinating if you have time to watch

We humans on planet earth, have always done body modification. Some we do for beauty and ornamentation. And some to repair that in us which is deformed or broken.

With modern medicine at hand, we can change our bodies more safely than we have ever done before.

It is both miraculous and grotesque. It is legal - most of it.

It is a fact that we own our own bodies - if we want to use body modification - WE do it. The crime in body modification is when it is done TO us.

Ritual piercings and body modification can be used for spiritual journeying - as a child I watched Hindus attaching limes to their chests and backs before fire walking. Out of the body experiences are pretty common too - and various situations can trigger them.

Here is Fakir Mustapha being interviewed in two fascinating movies - part one.



Part two







Saturday, 30 March 2013

Revolution series on Sky 1 - daft detail...

 


I have a question for the makers of the Revolution series on Sky 1.

Where there is fire, there is steam. Where there is steam there is transport.

Why, in fifteen years of electrical blackout, couldn't anyone construct anything that worked with steam? Were there no inventors? And what about wind? Surely humans would be ingenious?

Pity about that bit. But then it's only a movie.

The daft details in real life get me more, can I say, "steamed up".






Friday, 29 March 2013

Consumer Rats

When our kids were little, they had rats. Rats make excellent pets. Their rats were white with red eyes, pink tails - the kind you see in laboratories or being fed to Pythons.

Their rats were never caged. They lived on top of a built in cupboard whose top was accessible to us from halfway up the stairs.  They never tried to escape. And I don't think they could. On three sides of their shelf, was wall and wood and the other side was a six foot drop. The kids took them out for "walks" regularly. They were fun, not creepy.

The rats play and life area was stocked with really clever rat equipment. In those days rat furniture and tunnels and puzzles were all home made. Cardboard boxes, cardboard tubes, panty hose hammocks, puzzles and wash line climbing ropes kept them busy and healthy. And they were droll to watch as we passed by on the stairs or the hall below.

Now, my grandson has rats - designer rats - very smart - no red eyes with grey and white coats and neat black tails. And the modern rat, now lives in a rat condominium with all the mod cons!  My grandson's rats have exercise wheels and hammocks and cages and special rat food to keep them in peak condition. All their consumer goods can be steam cleaned and sterilised.

No matter how I feel that our kids had more fun with their rats, because it was all so spontaneous and Heath Robinson, I must admit that the goods the new consumer rats enjoy, are really clever.

There are loads of things that are better now because of consumerism. Nowadays no one has to climb Everest in jerseys knitted by their wives or grandmothers, runners do not have to run a marathon in plimsolls or tennis shoes. And clothing is so much easier too. If it has to be ironed, I don't buy it.

So, when my daughter strung a pantyhose hammock in the rat's cage like she used to long ago in her childhood, I wasn't at all surprised when they made it clear they were the new consumer type rats of the modern age by preferring the designer hammocks instead.

Thursday, 28 March 2013

The art of suppression by TEDX

Graham Hancock gave this wonderfully inspired talk on "The War on Consciousness" at TEDX.

Guess what?  They pulled it!  Isn't that ironic?

They also pulled a talk given by Rupert Sheldrake on his book The Science Delusion.

That's the art of suppression.

Do watch Graham Hancock - you will be uplifted. And feel free to share!


Preventing pleasure and excellent video worth watching

Pregnancy out of marriage was as recently as the 1960's considered "filthy". Babies were removed from their mothers. Unmarried mothers were forced into great efforts to hide their indiscretion from the people around them. They had been caught out in the unacceptable sin of sleeping with someone. The tight morals of society prevented girls from misbehaving, by punishing them if they did. With the advent of the pill, who knew who slept with whom? Sin became unpreventable by either judgement or punishment. It became secret - really secret - because the outcome didn't have to be pregnancy.

We have been through the normalisation of sex.

Strangely, through the same years, we have been through the de-normalisation of smoking. It's almost like we have to stand in judgement against some kind of activity that gives pleasure, by preventing it. Preventing since the 1960's has snowballed.

Some aspect of almost everything we do in life, is prevented - "for our own good". We do this by legislation.

We have caused things to happen by our efforts to prevent.

There is a war on drugs.Yet, since the sixties, drugs are more availiable and diverse.
There is a war on smoking Yet smoking stays at more or less a quarter of the population.
There is a war on obesity So the "healthy" diet that is promoted is obviously not.
There is a war on alcohol, the only legal way to "forget".

Now, I see a new war coming, a spinoff from smoking, a war on electronic cigarettes. According to the EU Tobacco Control Directive, these, if they contain over 0.2mg of nicotine, must be classified "medical devices". This will prevent any pleasure to those who vape for the nicotine as lifestyle.

Preventing, preventing, preventing....it really needs to be stopped. This is an excellent video to watch on both sides of the debate and the preventing mentality is exposed - "for your own good", " for the good of our children" "for your country's good" "for our financial good" - control, control, control.....enjoy!

Drink, Smoke, Eat, Prohibition today.






















Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Knocking down the sherriffs

We have elections coming up in just over a month.

I will vote with a spoiled vote. I could have not bothered to vote at all. But then I would just look apathetic - and there are too many of those kinds of people around already!

So I will spoil my vote by crossing out everyone on the list and writing UKIP in LARGE letters across the form - and then, in case the counters don't know what to do with the paper I will write (spoiled vote) in brackets so they know which pile to put it in..

From Wonderful Wikiperdia -


The validity of the election may be questioned if there is an unusually high proportion of spoilt votes. However, in countries such as the UK where spoilt ballots are counted, some voters will deliberately spoil their ballot paper to show disapproval of the candidates available whilst still taking part in the electoral process. This may include signing or printing the voter's name on the ballot slip. Evidence points that this practice dates back to times when electoral wards were assigned a designated scÄĞrgerefa (Old English) or "sheriff" a royal official responsible for keeping the peace throughout a shire or county on behalf of the king and who would pay royalties to those who had shown their support.


 I don't like any of our sherriffs and the current government is a real right mess!

Monday, 25 March 2013

Small alien has landed

We have a small human looking alien that landed with eye watering speed day before yesterday. It arrived in the most civilised manner without hours of labour and angst. I am grateful for that.

This little girl-human is perfect despite the Medical Profession suggesting constantly it would be otherwise. I presume they do that so that if something were to be wrong, they would avoid litigation. But it seems pretty cruel on the pregnant mums who have to endure the worry of it.

Doctors and specialists are so strange in this alien world I now live in. They never give an opinion. They simply repeat your options in the circumstances you find yourself in over and over like little robots even if you ask them what THEY would advise. They are trying to escape litigation too.They are no longer doctors as I know the word - they know nothing about you, have concern for you as another check on their tick-boxes, and I think, with the Internet, we know a lot more than they would like - and I feel sorry for them now they have been reduced to tick box ticker robots instead of meaningful family advisors and trusted family friends.

Wonder if the small human, on some soul-level, knows what a crazy planet she's come to?

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Girl born 18:54 details to follow

Text received - Girl born 18:54 details to follow

Waiting

The baby is on its way.

I have had four daughters and one son. I have played this waiting game seven times. This is number seven waiting for grandchild to be born. It's horrible. I have rocks in my stomach. I am hoping all will go well and the baby will be strong and normal and the birth not too traumatic.

And, again, I realise how completely alone all of us really are. No matter how kind and attentive the medical staff are, the presence of your husband, your Mum, your Nanna, your family, your doula - whatever - you have to give birth, be born, and die, eventually, all by yourself.

I wish I could take away some pain.

But I can't, so I'm just waiting for the next text, the next phone call.

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Thank goodness for little girls - and the NHS

We are having our seventh grandchild on Friday the 22th March. There have been a few glitches in the pregnancy and our daughter has spent a lot of time in and around our nearest large hospital. So we have been looking after her two-year-old a lot.  It's quite exhausting. I wonder how I ever managed with FIVE!

This little granddaughter that we are looking after so much, is a real cutie-pot-pie-face. Congenial in every way. So she's really no trouble.

But, I need to say how impressed I am with the National Health Service. They have been meticulous in monitoring what is happening inside our daughter, with amazing technology not available in my day. So I hope her little sister (yes it's a girl) will arrive safely and be as congenial too.

The stress is really hectic! Roll on Friday and NHS - do your thing!

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

What, Why, Who knows?The illusion of the modern world.

What happens to all the fine monies the government collects from its citizens and banks and businesses when they "err"? How did they get this right to collect money in this way?

How did society get into the situation of being taxed in every way possible, when at the beginning of last century there was only one tax - income tax? Why do we simply accept taxes as being an acceptable and necessary action against its citizens by governments?

What difference is our situation now from the Feudal system where Kings fed off their serfs? We get things from our government - and in the UK -  we get things that we haven't paid for with our taxes. Our taxes have been blown! Everything we get is produced on borrowed money.

Is there something wrong with us, that we demand our Government to provide us with more than our taxes cover? Since the one tax - income tax - was not enough obviously, for all the things we expect a Government to provide, we now have taxes on everything imaginable.

I wonder what you got for your one-income-tax-tax? Not the National Health Service, that's for sure.

We are such a society of "wanters", I wonder what our future will be like under a bankrupt Government? Pretty interesting I think.

The solution? Who knows? It's certainly not the people at the top that know.

Once, it was understood that to get something, one had to save the money, or do the service, or work your guts out and live in a garret, or seek your fortune with all your belongings wrapped in cloth dangling from the stick over your shoulder. Or study by the light of a sputtering sheep fat candle till you wrecked your eyes. Or hack coal at the coal face to feed your family.  Or die. In those days, life was not easy. It was horrible if you were wanting something and you were poor.

Now, if you want - you can just bung it on your credit card. Getting is so easy.

The people at the top haven't a clue how to sort the mess out. The Government is poor - so they are just bunging their wants on credit just like the rest of us. Everybody's wanting. Everyone is using money that isn't really there - just numbers on a computer. Imaginary stuff. The illusion of the modern world.

Interesting times indeed.

























Monday, 18 March 2013

TV gripes

I'm interested to see the new BBCTV setup now they've moved into their new surroundings. I hope they keep their wits. It's been uncomfortable enough to watch the Business News with presenter and interviewee teetering on tiny bar stools at an equally tiny cafe table. Ridiculous - it's not a cafe, nor a bar!

Why on earth should we have to watch news readers standing as several channels offer. Why would they need to stand? To show their knobbly knees, their funny feet, their badly cut trousers? Their not so perfect figures?  Or to put the news readers under even more stress than their difficult job already poses?

Please sit down people! Oh no - not on those silly bar stools which are popping up all over the place - instruments of torture and iodiocy even at bars where they belong.

Standing? Bar stools? For Pete's sake.

Go back behind your desks where you look dignified.

I hope the BBCTV's new setup is not torturous to watch......but I'm not holding my breath. They are "modernising" God help us.

Friday, 15 March 2013

Don't think about the "cheeeldren", just think

I don't like this planet. No - I lie. I think the planet is wonderful. It's the human beings on the planet that leave me with distaste.

What IS wrong with us? We are one of the few creatures that actively kill our own species whilst spouting about "the sanctity of life" and the "cheeldren". We meddle, we interfere, we have something inside of us that tells us we are right and everyone else is wrong and we have to fix other humans. We join groups to support those feelings of "rightness". We form packs to make sure others conform too. We punish them if they don't.

We are very bad examples for the "cheeldren".  I don't believe children should be protected from real life - from smokers and smoking, for instance, or the facts that there is poverty and pain and nasty people.  We teach children to be co-operative, to behave properly, discipline themselves, to be considerate, to be neat, to conform at school. To fit in.

Fit into what?

To fit into a western society purposely sculpted to be consumers. To want. To want more. To shop till we drop. To never be entirely happy. To believe that growth is good, and more is better.

To fit into a western society weighted by atheism, where even the children's television programs are devoid of huggy, luvvy magical creatures - and adults watch programs where all woo/spirituality is scorned and people like Richard Dawkins become experts to lead us away from medieval thinking.

To fit into a western society entangled in legislation enforced on it of how to think and what to do, a society made all clean and antiseptic.  And safe. Where danger is not allowed and where everything that goes wrong must be blamed on someone, or you yourself. This is especially noticeable in the UK.

To fit into a western society that actively kills people. That fights wars for no more reason than greed under camouflage of protecting us from terrorism. That sends young compliant fully grown children to "serve their countries" and to be proud of it!

I think the human species is horrible. It always has been. We are no better than humans in the past - just arrogant in thinking we are now civilised....because we have science and we think so much about our "cheeldren".

Yet I like giraffes, birds, dolphins, trees, flowers, bees, sunsets and sheep.  And dogs.

They seem so much nicer humans.







Thursday, 14 March 2013

Making my own recipes

I can see why it's considered essential to have "recipes" for living. Religions provide a recipe to follow so that, if you follow the recipe, you ought to be successful/live for ever/go to heaven. Governments produce recipes for public health and public safety. Some recipes are simply tradition. Some are recipes based on thousands of years of observation and human study - for example - the knowledge of the mind from studies in the East. Other recipes are based on precedents - like English Law.

Some recipes are absolutely essential to put together in the right way in the right order. For example, you need to put your socks and trousers on before you add your boots and not the other way round. I can see the sense in that. 

You get people who like recipes. My husband likes recipes - he's a fantastic cook - he follows recipes. He is an instruction follower for cooking. In society instruction following people are the supporters of systems. Or they build bigger systems, more complex recipes than before with more detailed instructions. Scientists do this. They build on the dogma/creed that is the underlying accepted recipe that is the basis of their industry.

We have a new Pope, the head of a religion, encrusted with barnacles of tradition, so thick, they cover the initial form that inspired it. Millions of Catholics follow the recipe of the Catholic Church - the rules are clear - they believe in the recipe because it is "right".

Most people consider the recipe they adopted for their lives, is right, or at least the best. People share recipes constantly. "Take a pain killer", "Go on holiday", "Stop smoking", "Get a divorce" " Get a degree" "Have a baby". You might say, this is advice. But it isn't really. People are telling you how they would handle the situation you find yourself in - their recipe.

There is always someone or some group that prove one or other recipes are wrong. There are many centenarian smokers, or fitness addicts who drop down dead or have strokes quite young, or Godly people who make war not peace, or Governments whose recipes/policies harm their own citizens and scientists responsible for twististics and lies.

I am not a recipe follower. I don't like recipes made by others. I like to make my own recipes. I like to take a recipe and change it to suit me. I am arrogant enough to think I can because I see how bad many recipes have proved to be. 

I am not a good cook either!






Sunday, 10 March 2013

The dessicated in spirit

When I was a kid, the eggs on our poultry farm were graded by size. What we graded as "Pullets" eggs and sold cheap are nowadays what we buy as small eggs. Extra Large eggs  nowadays are what, then, were just "medium eggs".

Sizes are changing - getting smaller in fact. Less generous.

Today I ate my Turkish Delight that I have been given for Mother's Day. I haven't had Turkish Delight for years. But, my goodness - it's got smaller.

I haven't quite figured out why things are getting smaller. But, somehow, it feels we get less for money now than we once did. And there is a mean spirit around in society - mean and dessicated.

Once furniture, carpets, light bulbs, utensils, tools, shoes, pieces of jewellery were made to last - sometimes for a lifetime. Houses were generous with pantries, nooks, wide doorways, porches.


People used to put time and thought into eating. They made their own fishcakes, ginger beer, lemonade. Ingredients were real. Foods included sugar, butter, cream, eggs and real whole milk.

Clothes were generous with frills and flounces, petticoats and ruffles, often home made. Hats, cloves, ribbons and bows clips and combs complemented all. Women's' figures were voluptuous.

Voluptuous is missing nowadays.

Mean has become normal - even figure-wise. The dessicated in spirit are moving society.

After plain packaging hits smokers, aren't cigarettes going to be smaller?

After they come for the smokers, they might come for the vapers, the drinkers, the eaters. Small and mean might be enforced and called by another name "healthy". And maybe it is.

But I liked it before!







Friday, 8 March 2013

Aaaaarrrrgh!

I know I'm always moaning - but as I've explained, I'm a systems buster. We sniff out untruths and injustices and moan about them. Sometimes we also do something about them.

I seem to be eternally signing petitions, objections, writing emails to MP's, MEP's and god-knows-who and I'm probably on the Government "nuisance" register, if they have one, as that whacky woman AGAIN.

England, in many ways is a wonderful country to live in. I like it. That's why I'm here. Here, human life is cherished. There are many countries in the world that have little concern when it's lost. There is the most fantastic safety net to catch you if you fall. Many other countries allow you to live and die in the gutter if you have no way to climb out of it. I like the respect for law here, the considerateness of drivers, the order of the tip sites! The poor are not forced to scavenge rubbish dumps in this country. There really are no poor. Prisoners are respected and have rights. The police do not handcuff suspects to the back of police vehicles and set the dogs on them. Jobs are available to people of any colour, and not just to those who are black. Vaginal mutilation is illegal. Children are not allowed to be abused physically. There are millions of people in this country who volunteer their time and effort to help people less fortunate than themselves. Buildings are mostly safe to live in. There are no volcanoes and only very mild earthquakes. The countryside is beautiful. The best bits are fiercely conserved. People will rescue butterflies and hedghogs and ducks, swans and fish are not eaten from the waterways by people who are starving. There are checks and regulation about the food we eat, the medicines we take and The National Health System has always been perfectly adequate for me.

England is a good country to live in.

BUT

It drives me crazy! It is not a democracy. Its government lies to the people. Regularly we are "consulted" - and then the opinions of the citizens are simply ignored. The Government knows best it seems and they do exactly what they want. Take the recent poll that showed we didn't want elected Police Commissioners. It happened anyway and the people showed their displeasure by not voting. Some polling stations had not a single vote! And the Governments was astonished!

Take Wind Farms near where I live in the Yorkshire Dales National Park. Big business has the right to appeal, but WE don't. The government are going to do what they want - and to hell with us.

Aaaaarrrrgh!

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Venison

It seems to me that eating venison is a good idea. At least, currently, they are simply shot whilst they are happily munching instead of being butchered in an abattoir whilst they are overcome with fear and terror hormones. There is a clear difference in the flavour of meat that is tortured to meat that is not. Most people never experience the difference. Our meat is poisonous with stress chemicals.

And so are we as a result. I do not think too much red meat causes cancer. I think too much red meat the way this planet produces it, might.


Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Plain Packaging on its way

The Guardian reports that plain packaging is on its way. How barbaric we are! I have objected to plain packaging on these grounds. The nocebos (self-fulfilling prophecies and subliminals) that are so clearly displayed on cigarette packets in quotes like "Smoking Kills" or "Smoking causes blindness" and the illustrations of rotting teeth or other medical conditions that are being planned to be shown, should be considered harmful to those who do choose to smoke and all of society in general.  The use of nocebos in this way is morally questionable. It does not promote health - but illness!  Smokers, already disadvantaged by the fact that they smoke are being made more ill by the constant repetition of these "mantras". Also, they are not true, they are only possibilities plain packs are re-enforcing to become true. This is not for anyone's good. Plain packaging should be plain, if you want, but plain packs are not plain in reality. The way it is planned is a crime, and psychologically abusive to everyone  - smokers and non-smokers alike.

I was a smoker for 50 years and luckily all my children and I remain healthy. Never did the "packaging" induce me to buy cigarettes. I stuck with the same brand for all those years. I never "chose" a pack in a shop, nor found any cigarette packaging alluring, feminine or pretty. When health warnings appeared on packs, I simply used a cigarette case so that I would not be affected by them. The only warning I can remember is "Smoking Kills" and every time I saw it - my brain registered that it was a lie. I loved smoking. I refused to be made to feel guilty about it. It's quite accidental that I prefer vaping, which I do now.

I personally think this whole situation of inducing terror into smokers and "stamping" the habit out has gone too far. Smokers will smoke. Children will smoke. They will start smoking not because they see cigarettes in a shop - but because it's dangerous and forbidden and they get fags from their mates.  Maybe kids will collect grotesque packs to swap? Smokers will smoke regardless of standardised packaging and regardless of tobacco products being hidden away in shops.

The victory of making second hand smoke dangerous to non smokers has been won. Smokers can now show their habit off to everyone as they stand in the streets smoking  in the exhaust and diesel fumes of passing traffic whilst non-smokers cross over to the other side of the road to avoid them.




With the nocebos on plain packaging, non smokers will imprint their future illness into their subconscious minds and everyone will get sicker quicker. It will be blamed on second hand smoke and not diesel or exhaust or other cancer causing agents which surround us.

Making people sick is a crime - using subliminals is a crime. I thought this Government would more humane than Australia, but I am disappointed AGAIN!

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Mindless testostervioloporn rampage

I think there should be SOME kind of brake as to the amount of complete mind twisting crap that is produced by movie makers. And they should not be allowed to squirm out of their responsibility for that which they create.

I have just watched a movie that would teach young people - or any people for that matter - that revenge is what heroes do by blasting many people, singly and in groups, with automatic weapons. They could learn that the only words in the English language are Fuck and Motherfucker and that they can be used as nouns, adjectives, or verbs equally.

They could learn that there are no morals except revenge, and it doesn't matter how revenge wrecks lives as long as, in the end, the hero gets it.

What are we doing that we provide such a movie as "entertainment" without wondering how it could not possibly encourage violence in our culture, or affect the mind that has watched unadulterated killing for almost two hours and heard the mellifluous sound of Fuck and Motherfucker as soundtrack.

Well at least it got no score on Rotten Tomatoes - and it deserves it too!




Sunday, 3 March 2013