His story - a rant
 

Right now I'm in the state of mind where I'm only concerned about what seems to be right, without any concern about self. Ego is not present at this moment.

This kind of moment is the most efficient kind of moment there is.

Just now I was talking to other sources. You can call me telepathic.

We were "talking" about a movie called: his story

It began with a lightning very much like in the bible or like big bang.

Then I saw Moses. He was black and had five dreads. He had ten fingers and ten toes and thus his number was twenty.

Then I saw Siddharta Gautama known as Buddha. He was a small child smiling a wise and humble smile and nature was beautifully in harmony around him.

And I saw him searching for world redemption through ascetic discipline.

And I saw him at last sitting under a tree smiling once again, happy as can be.

Then I saw Palestine and the Jewish, right in the centre of the world. And I thought to myself: When are those fanatics that call themselves Jews and Muslims going to stop.

Those two beautiful people. Jews, wise and talented. Muslims, strong and colourful.

The conflict of Jews and muslins has turned into a global issue. The white man has put Israel in the middle east and so called Muslim fundamentalists have become known as the terrorist when killing innocent people by blowing himself and others into pieces with explosives. And thus: In Babylon Muslims are the enemy .

And the white man went to Africa. He took what wasn't his. Brought the African to be a slave in America. What he didn't know was that this would lead to Jazz and so on.

And so on?
Marcus Jarvey. Malcolm X. Martin Luther King. Bob Marley...

Some are cool runnin', some are militant.

The conflict of black and white is now finally coming closer to a rest.

What is Babylon?

Babylon is a global community which is afraid of the different. They agree on what is right and what is wrong and feel strong together.

But in Babylon there are diseases. Alcoholism and women and child abuse. And if you are a paedophile for an example, then hate is what you will receive from everyone.

I once met a girl in a closed psychiatric institution. I immediately liked her. She was proud and beautiful. I fell in love and tried to win her heart. She accepted me as her friend and she told me that her father had had sex with her. She told me about the situation her father was in now after she had told about it. I pitied her and took a stand against her father. Since then she never talked to me again. I remember the disappointment in her eyes looking at me.

Much later I understood that I had been just another Babylonian to her, trying to victimize her and trying to make her father out to be the enemy.

So my conclusion today looking back is that the concept of paedophilism is just as much a disease of Babylon as of the perpetrator.

So, just be a brother man and don't judge no one.

In case of a human predator that kidnaps, rapes and kills a child I can only hope God has a place in heaven for this child and that the laws of nature will take care of the predator.

So what can one do to make a better world and prevent tragedy?

If we let go of the Babylon concept and look at human beings and family we see that we live in generations.

A critical institution for the communication of two generations is school. In school and family respect is a mutual necessity. The number one problem today is that the adult generation doesn't know who they are. And how shall the children respect figures that hasn't come to even with themselves.

I sometimes wish God would give the adult generation of today some extra time to find themselves. I believe every grown up has to reach his/her personal enlightenment.

Be aware thou that just sitting smoking ganja and listening to Pink Floyd or such won't take you there. There is a reality that one has to be ready to confront.

So, if I bush doctor would describe a recipe for the Babylonian, I say: Search inwards, facing outwards.

And as always, when you try to be clever you'll always end up in a paradox.

can you give me the shit you have been smokin?

cos after a long day at work where ill be unemployed soon, i'd love to have some of that shit

...please

It's not what you smoke. It's what you drop. Lysergic acid diethylamide - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Not to dismiss the OP entirely, but this kind of revelation is something I've seen exhibited by people on LSD.

I can't remember all what I have BEEN smokin' thrue life. But when writing this it was pure tobacco, without added ingredient.

All Hail The Great Jazz...

all trails lead to You oh great one

The title still remains the same as of this viewing (which helps me none at all to comprehend the premise; whose story is this?).

And I would have liked to respond, but the entire outline of the original post is more akin to a creative diatribe of pulled-contextual historical figures and locations to issue a point, one in which I cannot readily understand right now. Reads more like a journal entry, it has no real entry point to discussion, or a query for us to ponder on; I wonder if this is supposed to be like a dream interpretation or something else.

Is it an analogy? Yes, I can see it, though anyone is free to make their own, and may not particularly understand this one, and would be quick to dismiss it because of that missed connection.


Here's my try: bow35, to put it succinctly, are we, as philosophical human beings, supposed to simply accept the nature of our world as a "real not nice place", and though we are free to interject if we'd like, would it be just best to lend a shoulder, and just understand that whatever we accomplish ourselves cannot alter our eventual course? Is this what you stated above, abridged?

yes
 

"Here's my try: bow35, to put it succinctly, are we, as philosophical human beings, supposed to simply accept the nature of our world as a "real not nice place", and though we are free to interject if we'd like, would it be just best to lend a shoulder, and just understand that whatever we accomplish ourselves cannot alter our eventual course? Is this what you stated above, abridged?"

I think you've understood me better than I at first did myself.

But there is a meaning in existence. Hope.

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I sit with my gods on the line. My brothers and sisters. And I try to explain what this thred is about. It's really about self, development, movin' forward, feeling good and at the same time facing reality. Why I post it in politics is because I feel political when I write it. Isreal, Palestine, Bob Marley, Moses (is black!), Babylon, paedophilism, school. This is politics. International and domestic. I guess I'm searching for that holy dogmatic answer.

When something
contradicts itself,
something's true.

When dogma answers,
you must consider the source
& then question it.

Good luck with your search,
on the way realizing:
YOU THINK FOR YOURSELF.

I must concider him and his story.

Space, body 3-dimentional
Spirit, soul 1 dimentional

I can't remenber but
my creation escapes me
time.

"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - B. Franklin
"There ought to be limits to freedom." - George W. Bush
"We have met the enemy and he is us." - Pogo

Get up stand up don't give up the fight. Bob Marley
do you remember the days of slavery. Roots traditional
All we need is love. The Beatles
+Teatcher, leave us kids alone. Pink Floyd

I remember the spell, the fundamental psycosis.
Bushdoctor
Heavy Mental.
Faki
What are we?
I think for myself.
I'm not. I am

Besides everything, bow35, what do you want?

Maybe self expression?

Self expression is very much what I'm looking for. Expressing feelings and crazy philosopy, thougths. Space and body both exist in the fysical world of 3-dimentions and Spirit and soul both exist in time-dimention only (and time is 1-dimentional). Feelings on the other hand is an ablolut reality wich is beyond dimentions. Just an observation. I could be wrong of caurse, but atleast I expressed what was on my mind.
"Heavy Mental" is a play with words, the union of Heavy Metal and Mental.

:thumbsup:

From our vantage, maybe time. But I feel soul exists without it, & spirit flies. I only asked to be friendly, & because I wondered. I think we could have a good time playing with words, together.

Maybe soul without time is alone.
'Cause creation and future can only be done together.
And sadness and sorrow has a time.
Feeling has time. Time is allways present in my life.
The past my memories also has time.

Movin' grovin'
there's no end.
Just gates and stations.
Traditional tourist

The children will guide us
Safe, here with my family
In time with my brothers and sisters, my generation.
Roots, generations and children.
Only, lonly I have no time.
I'm not, I am
tick tack
life death.
hope dispear
love hate
I & I

I can't say I haven't done that,
nor that I'm not attempting not to do so.

Riding the train is as fun as it seems, much better than any wagon.

...falling off is a problem.

falling off? im having trouble staying on this thread..but bow is growing on me..just

I think OCM & bow may understand each other better than any of us ever can, expressive & poetic as they both seem to be.

something about wavelength dave...

Agreed

I do enjoy reading both their posts, not the same ole stuff ya see every day thats for sure.

"im having trouble staying on this thread..but bow is growing on me..just"

Writing and posting His story and the process that followed has released me from a prisson. Now a door has opened and poetry expression is comming to me.
This migth sound dramatic , and sure, I have had poetry comming to me before, but never the less I feel I have come to a new station on my journey.

Downgrading your frissons is counter-productive.

Italics aside,
if your sayings are just,
then you can trust them.

Downgrading frissions is part of a major problem that I am struggeling with.
Simply, lack of confidence.
Philosophicly:
Have my confidence been damaged on the way
i.e. I don't deserve it, but I do it to myself!?

bad karma
"that's life" - James Brown

One day you will be the older and you will wonder why youth around you look at you with lost eyes, they won’t see the past the way you do, and they don't see as much of it. We elders see it twice, we see your youth and our youth with both eyes, eyes of our past and eyes of your future, and eyes of our future too, we have been where you are, don't doubt that.

Don’t save time for me to catch up with your idea of reality, mine is much here and soon over, I don’t need to live the life of my children to understand living, we have been where you are, don't doubt it.

Babylon, babbling languages in time spoken from tongues that wag a story to just fill the void, she loves the image and hates the vision, he betrayed not just her, he betrayed his entire generation, love stolen and forsaken by a father who will torment his offspring generation for EVER……. There is no Babylon making laws here, just because babble says its wrong doesn’t make it so…… there is, however, a monster needing to be caged.

She will grow or not, but to hurt one you love so deeply and profoundly is wrong, regardless of your station, gate, door to hell where he will hopefully fall through, to destroy ones own generational birth is death verily, her fathers life value was his greatest achievement and his greatest destruction, for himself and for his following generations.

It is the adults who have survived being molested who scream stop…… they scream it for a reason, it’s wrong, not Babylon babbling wrong, atomic bomb wrong.

Jazz (to a degree) originated as an expressive outlet for pain, pain is suffered for myriad reasons and all colors enjoyed the creation of misery no one color owns misery any better or any more, than another: white sold white, white sold black, black sold black, black sold white, sold red, sold yellow, sold pink and blue and purple, humans sold other humans, and some still do. Music moves in generations and spurts of testimonials in history and hers. Music declares time and youth and pain and growth are movements of moments that repeat and repeat again through the ages it just gets louder as you get older, so it seems older people don’t hear it as well, well, we’ve heard the same beat as you, we’re just tired of the noise, noise we created too.

Babylon is your creation to blame the man for the pain you suffer, but the “man” (society’s laws) isn’t Babylon, the individual is, and the uneducated seem to follow any bull horn being blown. Blame is a game that self serves explanations to dress a harmony of bad keys and try to make it whistle a tune, it still sounds rotten. Trying to justify socially destructive behavior as bad merely because the “man” says its bad is ludicrous, pain is universal, like music, it either sings to your happy place or it takes you to a bad one.

Try not to be so hard on us old people, we have done the best we know how…… you will be here one day……. we really are your greatest advocates in living and have been all along, your generation sees us through the same glasses we saw our parents and grandparents through, they are eternally dirty and scratched so the images age blurred by previous generations who underappreciated their elders and now Babylon tells you to do the same thing, and your listening, this time its your friends and your generations’ babblings.

Life happens when your least ready to enjoy it and pain when your least able to prevent it and anger when your least able to extinguish it, life happens when you let it and when you participate without preconceived notions of societies yoke, you can plow your own field and plant your own garden and build your own stations where trains can deliver to you those who need your depth of emotional thought and strength from surviving life within your own head, you gain this with reasoning that injustices are truly just that, unjust.

Don’t sell out to inequalities just because your generations Babylon tells you.

People who feel deeply, feel the pains of others more and want to remove this pain, they are willing to take the pain because they believe they can handle it (as accustomed to pain we become) and want so very much to end another’s sufferings, as I can see you understand how to survive with emotional pain and how to fight for that survival.

But many people won’t give their pain up simply because they are afraid they can’t live outside the pain, it is all they/we know. When you live life with excessive feeling everyday, extreme emotions everyday, you find it hard to understand people who have average lives, it becomes almost fantasy that people live without all the mental baggage of their youth, but that baggage is not theirs, never has been, never will be and they will never understand what it is like to carry it, Good for them, if everyone experienced life as hard or emotionally as you appear or your friend (girl victimized, and yes, she was) or all those others who have suffered, we as a people would not know the reality of true survival and fundamental hope, hope that tomorrow will bring the answers we seek, the answers to questions only victims can ask.

You have a valuable lesson to teach, survival inside the greatest jungle, ones own mind, don’t give up. This IS life, my friend, it only gets better if you let it and if you look for that better each and every day. The more grateful for each day of life you are, the more great each day will become there after. Peace is within you, befriend it.

When you accept who you are, the inadequacies fall away and when you allow yourself to like who you are, self-confidence replaces them. It will come, don't doubt it, it will come.

p.s. I know who I am, I am your friend, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your brother, I am your neighbor, I am you. I am human and I am the best human I know how to be and I am saddened that you don't seem to see who I am, just as you feel I don't see who you are, older people are not your Babylon, you are your own Babylon and personal enlightenment ends only when your dead, we "adults" started looking for it at your age and younger for some, and we questioned our elders too, I hear music repeating.

respect.

I know the blame game.
And it has been a battle since '95 for me.
I lived in Barcelona and the plug of my conscience was removed. I was also introducesed to the arabic and rasta mystic by a wicked guru.
I entered a station in life where I whould experince alot of blame and feeling guilty.
My guru was my enemy at many times.
I whould reason with myself that I deserved missary because of bad things I couldn't remember I had done. Call it self denial.
Then suddenly I whould be filled with holy confidence and proceed in my mission.
Today I'm looking for something else.
World redemption is still what I wish.
But I know now that it has to happen on my own terms.

...not ranting becomes a lot easier when you know someone's listening, doesn't it?

Idyllic! Wow.

peace and love
I want to post a pice of music I made the other day
but I need 15 posts before I can post a link.

Sharon once told me
Posts in nonsense never count
but you should try it.

No nonsense
Mental slavery

I wanna love ya'
it ends with you.

must tell the news
it's my holy story
the fundamental psychosis

In a peacefull competion
there are no applause
'cause what's a rigtheous winner or looser?

Keep goin bow, 2 more posts and you can post a link. Quality posts of course.......:paranoid:

What is the holy punk music?

The holy has surrendered to Jah
and the punk is a rebell.
The holy writes his story
and the punk refuse it. or what!?

But there's an answer:
is the ska train.

Here's the famous link: http://www.henriklarssonbauman.com/musik/ras.mp3
I try in this pice to talk as I sing and make rythm.

I listen: Do you remember being in the womb? My younger son says I'm insane to think so, but I'm sure I do.

OCM, you make me smile :).

I would like to believe
it sounds like waves softly crashing
on a shore, rolling in from a distance,
growing louder and softer,
the sweetest lullaby,
the sweetest lullaby.
Winds through the trees,
winds though the grains of wheat,
gulls crying and leaves rustling.
I miss my MOM!!!!!

I don't remember anything before "K" and very little before 5th grade, I thank God often.

I dont either.

I need to take a poetry class, I may be incapable even if.

No, I just imagen.

a preview

and we wonder
and we cry
and the moment passes by,
and we linger in our tears
until sunshine dries our fears,
so we laugh
until the bells toll
on the hills beyond the forest,
you can see them
through the trees
if you look hard enough.

i knew it would happen.

What's confronting us?
I submit it's from behind
& too internal.

now i think
you've read my mind
if i look close
could it be
i might find....
the answers to my questions....?