Sometimes thoughts use another language. English translation is a few stanza's down. Der Gräuel der Rechtfertigung Wahnsinn und Unsinn Unser Schweigen noch mehr Dunkelheit belastet mit Schuld Ich bin dabei mit Augen nur, nicht mit Herz Abscheuliches reißt an meiner Seele und doch stehe auch ich mitten drin Ich schaue zu und baue Worte Auf dem Grund fließt das Blut Schreie wie damals Die Schatten der Rache Erbrechen von Säure und Hass Gestern mit Messern und Schwertern und Gas, heute mit Kugeln und jetzt mach ich Dich tot! Weg mit Euch allen! Unmenschlichkeit! Teufelsbrut! Niemand ist Farbenblind und doch ist alles schwarz-weiß Mein Gott sagt dies und meiner sagt das Wenn Du, dann Ich auch wenn nicht, dann trotzdem Vernichten, Alle und das System Gelehrte Insassen reiche getrieben bei Macht, sie erobern uns wie das Vieh auf dem Weg zur Schlacht Ich kämpfe zurück Meine Stimme erbricht Ein Leben, ein Wunsch, die Freiheit, ein Land Ihr nehmt von mir Aber ich habe doch nichts Ich flehe Besinnt Euch Wacht auf Meine Kugeln sind Tränen Meine Bomben das Wort Streck aus Deine Hand Lass fallen die Axt Es geht um die Menschheit — nicht Gott, Ihr tapferen Krieger und nicht um den eigenen Akt +++++++++===========+++++++++ The disgrace of justification Insanity and nonsense Our silence creating even more darkness loaded with guilt I am part, with my eyes but not my heart Horrid forces tear my soul while I stand amidst the turmoil I watch and build words On the ground the blood flows Screams of the past Shadows of revenge Vomition of acid and hate Yesterday it was knifes and swords and gas, today it's the bullet and I will kill you! Cease ye to exist! Barbarians! Devils disciples! No one is colour-blind And yet all is black and white My G_d says this and my G_d says that If you do, then I will too If you don’t I will still do Annihilate all, and the system too The learned and those driven by power, they conquer us, like livestock destined for the abattoir I fight back My voice breaks One life, a wish, freedom, and a country of my own You take from me But what do I have? I plead Please rethink your actions Wake up My bullets are tears My bombs are words Reach out your hand Let go of that axe This is about humanity not the kingdom of G_d, You are all brave soldiers, no need to fight and this is not your final Act
“Dozens of parents are being split from their children each day — the children labeled ‘unaccompanied minors’ and sent to government custody or foster care, the parents labeled criminals and sent to jail.
Between October 1, 2017 and May 31, 2018, at least 2,700 children have been split from their parents. 1,995 of them were separated over the last six weeks of that window — April 18 to May 31 — indicating that at present, an average of 45 children are being taken from their parents each day.”
Dara Lind firstname.lastname@example.org
“I was told to do so,” you will say,
“by some higher command in the chain,” — usually sourced in the seed bowl of the presidency of the country.
(There is of course still a supreme, often quoted, and almighty instance above that, but the buck of this blog stops before any deity.)
It is the duty of law enforcement, military, ambassadors, etc., to act out those commands. You could be inclined to believe that you have been absolved of any human responsibility because you are following an order from higher up.
“But, we all have a responsibility!?”
— “What responsibility?”
“To respect life.”
Maybe, most importantly, those who protect us and enforce the law and those who represent us should be allowed to let their hearts speak more often, unafraid, instead of having the shadow of the oath to the leader(s) and the country paint everything in black and white.
At this point, so that we have a common standard, I think it is appropriate that everyone reading this should (re-)acquaint themselves with the 30 basic human rights as proclaimed in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. (http://www.un.org/en/universal-declaration-human-rights/index.html)
A captain of an aircraft can exercise his right and decide in the last second if he should or shouldn’t do something, and so can each one of us.
In the last and final moment, when we are naked with our conscience, we can object and refuse. We can act differently when some clown above us makes a decision that goes against everything we as humans of the liberated world stand for.
Authoritarian superiors and leaders are frightening and inhibit our decision making. Of course, we need powerful leaders but then they too must show wisdom and compassion and act in a way appropriate to their leadership role in the 21st century AD. Expansionism and suppression might be befitting of the times of the Huns and Vikings but not today.
No one should be subjected to the whims of some lunatic, megalomanic, self-centred, self-worshipping despot and his disciples, — nowhere in the world.
As we grow up and learn to do as we are told, mostly without a second thought, because we could suffer tender consequences, we think those lessons will forever stay unquestionable.
In one part of the world, punishment is dealt to a whole nation and we think it is the oppressors G_d given right to do so. (I believed Apartheid died in 1994.)
In another part, a whole population group is expelled in the ugliest inhumane way.
– We sit and watch and comment with politically correct drivel. –
Whole countries and islands are annexed. Stadiums and airports are constructed in conditions of forced labour, — etc. etc., and the painful, abusive human saga seems endless.
Those who call a spade a spade are often silenced with a shovel.
Technology moved us ahead but humanity stayed behind unable to rid itself of its ‘conquer and destroy’ attitude.
We are on a rampage of total disregard as long as it benefits us.
And, in the ‘greatest’ country of the western world, we separate children from their parents, because of some ‘higher command’ who thinks every child is the instrument of a violent, criminal, drug trafficking mind wanting to overthrow law and order in the country.
Rulers and policymakers, with their own families, would never let such atrocities happen to their own, but have no qualm inflicting such on others in a display of robotic heartlessness and total disconnectedness of the unfolding reality.
The jewel of the western world with its brilliant minds and liberated population spoiled to the brim with endless funds allows this to happen. With uncaring, punchdrunk disinterest, probably caused by the confusion of the constant fomented vociferous fulmination from the lips of those justifying their actions, nobody seems to rise above this mess and take control.
We are so removed from all these facts that unless they bother us we don’t care and keep our head in the sand.
What totally baffles me is that this country of dreams and incredible war machines is unable to find any other solution but to tear families apart and destroy everything (including international relationships). Some bully without imagination, ethics and humanitarian values rules that roost of power-hungry, greedy, dispassionate and detached puppets who have been voted into power by a totally ignorant populous unaware of the destructive danger of their actions.
Good triumphs over evil, right?
The mind boggles, the stomach heaves, the heart breaks, eyes tear and children’s voices scream while parents wail. Those in power, from the executioners to the designers of this nightmare have become an artificial intelligence infected by a sick virus programmed by aliens from a frozen planet.
“Change, change, change.”
I do not promote insubordination but I do call upon the definition(Wikipedia):
Insubordination is the act of willfully disobeying an order of one’s superior. Refusing to perform an action that is unethical or illegal is not insubordination; neither is refusing to perform an action that is not within the scope of authority of the person issuing the order.
Is it not true that: No man can separate what G_d has brought together?
Let us not become robots but remain humans with compassion and respect for each other.
My heart screams. My brain finds no rest.
I have to speak out, and simultaneously I condemn any ridiculous arguments that attempt to justify harming even ONE human being in the process.
(i.e. It is absurd to assume that everyone nearing the fence in the Gaza strip is a Hamas terrorist?)
I see mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters and loved ones in hellish agony. All of this has found echo in my head. Images of the affected in this progressive hate saga between Israelis & Palestinians continually interrupt my whole stream of consciousness when awake and asleep.
The future is for the young first, and only then it is for the rest of us. Alas, there is no future in this case. There is only hate and pain and segregation. Known also as Apartheid, this system forcefully singles out a group of people in the most demeaning, derogatory, insensitive, insulting and inhumane way. As is proven once more here, such systems are upheld by the powerful and the victims are depicted as the villains, who one has to be protected from at all cost, even by murder.
The world is mostly ruled by the old and stubborn who don’t waver from their stance and who continually garner support for what they think is the rightful cause, bending the ear of those who elected them.
When rulers bring war and destruction and hate instead of wisdom, love and peace, then you know they are the wrong leaders.
My roots reach deep into two countries: South Africa and Germany. Both have experienced the worst of humanity. The rainbow also doesn’t shine every day in our rainbow nation but the rainbow will forever be in our minds when we remember the atrocities of the past.
An answer can never be found in war, fences, concentration camps and human abuse.
Also, no answers are found when these leaders sit together because they will never agree as long as they insist on playing chess.
The solution lies with the young and innocent and the dreamers, thinkers and innovators.
They have to sit together and define what they want because the world belongs to them, and not to the warring, dead of conscience fanatics tainted with the brush of history, self-righteousness and other ills.
Analysing history, as we are known to do, should teach us how to deal with the future. Why don’t we get it?
All naysayers out there have a closer look at the miraculous, peaceful transformation of South Africa.
Where there is a will there is a way!
What is immediately required is a human bridge, an influx of support from all nations to stand with the oppressed, confused and petrified.
“Bring the future back to those who have lost it.”
I call on all in the world, young and old, to do this for those who suffer.
The promise of life only exists if you have a future.
“A denied future is dead life.”
Could any conscience live with such a thought any longer than a moment, let alone decades?
Let there be a human curtain made out of every living fabric that says: ‘Stop and change.’
Dismantle the barricades, the obstructions, the walls and fences and melt the ice of the frozen.
The time to forcefully exclude and deny has no space in the 21st century.
Here is an appeal to the big operators, profit-machines, life-changers, innovators and altruists and philanthropists, to dedicate a paragraph in a chapter of their book in their life to aid in solving this human catastrophe now. The affected parties can’t solve it: the UN can’t, and other nations can’t but the people of the world can. Some things are beyond governing bodies; they are in the individual hands of humanity across all and any divide.
This is an appeal to all the young and spirited and compassionate, — who cannot sleep another night just like I at 0230 this morning, — to create a tsunami, an avalanche, an eruption of change through their presence and their voice.
Let the airlines offer free tickets for this human cause. Let the food companies and all industries that make huge profits provide shelter and food for those heeding the cause.
Let it be a humanitarian evolution. Call it the Sunrise of Humanity. Let all nations congregate where weapons currently decide human fate. Let the flags of 190+ nations stare down any aggression from either side.
Will you shoot my flag?
May every soldier with a weapon become aware not only of the responsibility to his country/people but also the responsibility to humanity.
Could you bear the burden for the rest of your life of being a traitor to any one of them?
Let us be part of this movement lest we want to be judged for non-action when our conscience faces its last breath.
Do something. Anything. Everybody, do it. Make music, write, paint, go there…,we have to roll that drama over and bring those, who had the unimaginable happen in the life of their ancestors, to the realization of their inhumane actions. History is wagging a very irritated finger.
My old Zulu friend Jameson ‘Umkuhlu’ Mthembu speaks from deep within his wise soul when he says,
“Don’t put a fridge by your heart,”
…not for longer than a few hours or at most a day or two.
“Everyone: your time is up,”
that is quite obvious to all and yourself.
One of the critical human lessons and actions towards progress is that you have to put ‘stuff’ behind you in order to move forward. — Do it!
It is time to defrost.
*Picture from AFP on http://www.spiegel.de
*Earth-heart Google Earth
Of course, emphatically, most of us will state that we are the scribe of our script.
A scribe in this sense being this omniscient piece of us that ‘sees all and knows all’ and can, therefore, script the play of our life.
Undoubtedly, this scribe is in charge of direction, events, goals and ultimately results.
Being so all-everything takes a lot of pressure away from the ordinary human being who makes up the rest of that big piece that we are.
I suppose this scribe within us also has to be fed. I imagine the food is the reward of success it achieves through the script.
“Creation feeding the creator.”
Dare I allude to a God-like core within us?
Well, I have decided to dare.
Where there is God you also find Anti-God.
Am I now going too far in my script sketch?
Is this Anti-God just the figment of a split mind?
That belief of the Anti-God comes from much simpler, other examples, like for instance: where there is light there is a shadow. And, has the brightest light not also got the darkest shadow?
Definitely, this world is composed of contrast and opposites, so we all know who or what the contrast to God is.
Back to the scribing part.
The scribe is in cahoots with DNA, evolution, the ancestry chain, and, in collaboration with the mind affects us with an illuminating, motivating and often automated influence.
Can I seriously have any say over what is happening, never mind exercising a veto right?
Who am I then but a puppet in this predefined process? A quasi-liberated pawn, but one who in addition to being conscious and aware also has the responsibility of a conscience flung upon him.
Pawn or not, I certainly am unable to just heed these embedded forces with blinders. I will question them and attempt to dictate my own destination, — for the better or something different.
Clearly, however, there are original, fundamental, immutable parts or ingredients that are manufactured already and that define my motion in life.
So then there is a script, right? Some cloud walkers say that there is a contract. Or, at least, there is this idea that we have been provided with all the tools to survive this life episode.
We wouldn’t have made it this far if our tribe wouldn’t have survived. But, this is where it gets interesting. If it were a ‘survivor’ game, then surely there wouldn’t be so many of us around and constantly increasing? Although, nobody actually survives in the end. We are subjects relegated to keeping the treadmill of life moving. Does it need a conscience for that? Seems like an overkill to me.
The notion of survival, and surviving under all circumstances, also does not apply anymore. It is 2017, for script’s sake. Dog eats dog is for dogs, and an eye for an eye belongs in the Old Testament. When life becomes survival again then the achievement of humanity has slipped through our hands (like, sadly, in so many parts of this planet, for reasons (obvious) and not to be expanded upon here).
I think the primordial drive within, that combination of all the forces and influences that have brought us here, cannot be changed. We should, however, as early as possible, become acquainted with what drives us before worldly influences shape us. That’s why entrants into this life (babies), because of the ‘gift’ of cognitive awareness, should not be chiseled into this existence but allowed to enter gently. Earliest influences are absorbed into the hungry strains of new life as the stepping stones onto the stage of Life. We don’t need another pawn or survivor, we want another free thinker.
So, looking at all of this, I venture to conclude that we can write our own script and we are actually meant to, because, why would we have been given all these ingredients if everything is pre-determined?
Even further: scripts are generally used in movies and they can go into any detail and include as many actors and events as I, the scriptwriter, can imagine.
And, because as we have heard that so much happens in automated mode, I don’t even have to write the script, I just have to direct the movie.
Just as a side note: My written material is never meant to offend and my disclaimer always applies.
While some of the lines in my script are certainly my creation, where did the rest come from that I can’t figure?
My script has run out prematurely, no arguing here.
Could there perhaps be more than one script?
And what if the movie director(Moi) is a flop?
Well, fire him. The imbecile. Get Moi the 2nd.
Here comes a new script:
EXT. A LONELY GREEN PARK BENCH UNDERNEATH A MASSIVE, ANCIENT OAK TREE – EARLY EVENING.
A handsome, scraggly bearded, shock-headed alternate is holding a brown paper packet, wiping his mustache with his dirty coats’ cuffs, stretching his feet like in rigor mortis.
EXT. A FLOAT PLANE OFF AN ISLAND IN TAHITI BOBBING UP AND DOWN IN THE GENTLE SWELL WITH THE SILHOUETTE OF TWO OCCUPANTS INSIDE AGAINST THE AZURE BACKGROUND OF THE SEA – EARLY MORNING
INT. INSIDE THE COCKPIT OF THE FLOAT PLANE, SUN RAYS ENTERING FROM THE FAR LEFT – EARLY MORNING
A lean looking, brown, sophisticated adventurer, resembling the park bench occupant, starts the radial engine of the float plane. His beautiful woman beside him looks on.
He looks at her, their eyes meet and seconds later he switches the plane’s engine off and leans over to her.
Like a thousand times before in my life, I stood on the verandah.
I overlooked a flourishing green garden that could creditably claim the term ‘Lebensraum.’ An Olympic stone throw away gaps between the trees provided glimpses of the mountains in the distance.
One could mistakenly say that I was looking, but I wasn’t entirely just seeing something ahead of me. It was a seeing, – but more in a knowing way seeing in my mind, – all that what was around me, even assuming a deep metaphysical dimension too. I saw with my mind’s eye, – that eye, which adds imagination to vision, – in parallel to my real eyes that were somewhat inexplicably staring in a removed way, out of focus from reality.
A pronounced and conscious experience of the present unfolded itself. An enamored bond, – of having been here in this exact location a thousand times before, thinking similar thoughts, – enacted itself like a ritual. A magnetic attraction to a place of origin pulled me along.
In case you wondered, I was not having the cognitive experience of let’s say a visitor who comes with a fresh, curious and receptive look.
I was in reflecting mode and felt encouraged with hope as I stood on the open verandah, refreshed deep down into my soul by the view directly into nature. However, I was also prone to flooding by emotional thought drowning from the weight of the intensity of my imagination reliving events.
At the opposite extreme was a determination and belief that my reality is adjustable to my wishes and dreams, perhaps whims too, if I can only get in touch with this inner being called ‘Life.’
The land of nature presented a captivating view.
Grass spread like a living, deep-pile carpet towards bushes and shrubs giving way to trees sloping gently down towards a river hidden from view. There was an un-invaded openness and the occasional hill posing like a sentinel, – guarding the dragon mountains that pronounced themselves behind the horizon on a background of the deepest blue sky, smudged with white blobs and the dew point flirting with ambient temperature in the creation of a baby called Rain.
An inner turbulence of Saudade, – a melancholic hue with a cloudy patch of shadowy sadness and an indeterminate incompleteness, was in abstract contrast to the warmth and light of the late summer’ midday.
The summer-rain latitudes express boundless gratitude with profuse growth and breathless beauty in nature. A thousand colors pinked and perfumed with Double Delight and Mint, with touches of plumbago blue, bottlebrush red, cumulus white and Chinese-lantern orange, escalating into undocumented green presentations beyond the scope and comprehension of mere definition. Thoughts were punctuated by the melodious call of the Black-headed Oriole and the announcement of the Red-chested Cuckoo with long moments of haa-haa-haa-de-dah of the Hadeda’s, awakening the last slumbering senses.
Memory was choreographed against a scenery of unrestraint growth painted with the tincture of eons of existence and strains of loose imagination. Events re-lived themselves as if their stories had to be highlighted once more and gain attention, connecting the thread of existence with the fabric of eternity, materializing in this unique present. An invitation to re-read the past with the lantern of ‘now’
(‘now,’ this whole, current cognitive, conscious awareness experience a human has: re-inventing itself periodically through subconscious actions on a different level to the physical, with emotional, compassionate and passionate growth)
illuminating pages hitherto less exposed, their meaning obscured until now, as the dots of life started connecting through lines: revealing a path, pointing to a purpose, exposing a gift, – presenting a meaningful picture that quite naturally highlighted and indicated a preference. The invocation of one’s creative spirit in a way that kindles meaning and brings benefit and pleasure to all concerned.
(There are many rituals, ideas, substances, practices to invoke the spirit – ideally find your own)
Everything rhymed in colorful poetry as nature’s hormones reacted to a dose of growth-vaccination in the form of heavenly water.
Remembering became an act of adding content to what seemed an immutable forest on the canvas of life by superimposing events sometimes so grossly out of touch with the underlying reality that they created a contrasting inset of disharmonic visual irritation. When the drive to understand life is also an incognito mission to retain sanity, then answers are essential for maintaining stability. They provide views through a stabilized gyroscope in the turbulence of Saudade. Answers are the voices in our silent universe of thought and they are the conversation that leads to more enlightenment and knowing.
For the 1001’s time I am standing on the verandah, – once again looking for knowing and starting the ritual from the beginning, accompanied by a deep sense of feeling.
Mel an’ Choly