Yeah, right what's he on about now? It'll probably be out of date
before you condescend to reply to your mail. If you ever do as a
matter of dutiful politness as a habit. I do.
I thought I would just drop you a line to let you know that your
brother will be playing and bimbling around the SMALL WORLD FESTIVAL
from the 4th of June. Three day "Spring Festival", great if you have
a three day spring to celebrate. You are in luck, I wont be going. Our
spring festival is an At Home event Starts from March. is really busy
now and merges with our Summer festival. and continues till the
outdoor work is done, The late autumn winter. To go to the Spring
festival It will cost as a single visitor more than we pay per current
month for our small mortgage overall, if the travelling and food were
costed inclusively. Home is the place for all the progressive
development folk like to think they are part of. I am glad I have one
now.(I bet you are thrilled to bits???). A blessed piece of luck that
I took my civilisation with me when I left Abercrave. I would never
have survived to get this far.
I am still broke by the current common measure.A raggedy man for
sure. Meks no odds to me, I don't dress up even to go home why should
we waste good money fancy dressing to promenade in the dogshit town.
I hope you are in healthy form. No news as yet that would appease my
concern about you. You would have to confirm any positive reportage in
person. , Means you have to be a brave enough woman to tell me and
show me in person. It also means dumping all cover stories that you
have put out up to date. I will be no more explicit than that, for now
at least.
Toby is on the up, how sustainable his progress really is in the
Blighted Isle is anyone's guess.
He has had to go through a lot of scary stuff to arrive at even the
lowly modest status he now enjoys. Talk to your brother Emma you may
be glad you did. Sulky silences dragged on for years garnished with
sporadic hyperbullshit is hardly a positive way forward.The
conspiratorial plan is busted Emma.
The chances of seeing you here in Le Breil are fairly slim if past
attitudes are anything to go by. There is a lot of it about. It would
be a pivotal, a turning point in your personal progress if you came
to terms.
There is always the Summer solstice or the October celebration, as
well as every other blessed day in the calender. It will be special if
and when you turn up. The motto of your grandad's old regiment was
"Fortune Favours the Brave". Bout time you got a slice or two of that
together.
Our economic miracle prospers in austerity. The hope for my family ,
was beyond realisation as an empoverished homeless displaced person.
The profit of twenty three years work squandered in my absence. Missed
the point of me completely. Nothing your mam's side of the family
could ever demonstrate. As I say, there is a lot of it about. She may
be having difficulties,be a good daughter and provide a bit of moral
support. I mean MORAL SUPPORT, Emma.
Making contact Uncle Eddie was a bit of a shock. He too will have to
learn how to relate without his preconceived ill founded fantasies
getting in the way. A start has been made. I am proud he got that far.
I have never been anyone's enemy.Those who have perpetrated the myth
will just have to swallow their spit and recant. As I say, "Never kick
a man when he is down, he might stand up...". It is all water under
the bridge now, hopefully never to be repeated or practiced elsewhere.
So onward with my plan. Some one out there in Liverpool can give you a
friendly nudge, Happen.
I am guessing that the Bodyshop near Lime Street is the one you are
working in if the little information I have is true. The other two
shops were helpful without breaching personal confidentiality.. The
other refused to talk about it. Harmless stuff. Not magic. What's to
lose.
Number to phone, the only clue, is 0151 709 6992. That is my favoured guess.
<thebodyshop.co.uk> If anyone can help via another medium It would be
welcome. It is a thin hope I'll admit. Benign enough.
It might seem like incitement but an act of caring parental desperation is all.
In the event that someone gets through to her, yes this really is her
dad, She may make a million excuses why she is staying hidden. I can't
account for her action. (A friendly nudge ,O.K.). I will take the
number and web link down when I have face to face meeting in person.
In the meantime Emma I hope it doesn't get you dismissed, if the
firms site is flooded with encouragement to reunite with your family.
It will be one thing you could rightly blame on me. I don't mind.
What's ado now. I am home alone, Boiling eggs to go with my salad and
wholemeal bread. Then I will water the garden as it is cooling down,
Finish todays outside "chores" with picking the ripe strawberries. I
will then practice my fluting , "Blues for Emma". Early night . Wish
you were here my daughter. I close with Love. Dad.
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Monday, 28 May 2012
Austerity, don't you just love it???...
Left right and centre, I'm laughing at you all. What an old fashioned idea. The people are easily manipulated by the media's sociopathic word play. Labour party we are told plays down the need for austerity measures. There isn't a socialist party any more folks! New Labour is just the resurgence of old unreconstructed pre war Liberalism. Looks like it from here. Blair was promising that every one would become middle class. By a lot of working peoples perceptions that meant more spending money. They wuz trooly suckered. Thatcher gibbered monotonously on about back to Victorian values I think they have slithered a little bit too far backwards. The tricorn coalition is really a variant of Whigs and Tories divided by three. That will confuse the dumbed down captive electorate, keep them quiet whilst they figure out the maths. Britain doesn't offer it's people a promise of a sustainable generic "way of living". who iz leading the way with example of how to live better on less money. Doing it is the first step towards showing . As an idealistic youth"Utopian dreamer" they called me I would talk with working folk about moving away from a cash dependent economy and conditional wage slavery. Talked a blue streak about "green man rising". Listened to working people's reasoning why they couldn't change . "Better the Devil we Know".
Very few experienced intelligent working people seemed to be in a position to recommend what they had done or were doing, to their children. "Show us A model of a better way forward that starts from poverty and moves forward to a sustainable none competitive prosperity." .No one wanted to lose what they regarded as a competitive advantage. We would want to know that it will work before subscribing to a "new" way of life. No one dared to take the risk. Not on the strength of some spurious sounding untested theory. I couldn't blame them.
80% of "western style modern living is contained within cities towns and urban clusters. The landless labour force of the industrial revolution moved into the industrial ghettos there they stayed for the most part for generations. Importing nigh on every vital commodity now. It will get worse. The means to escape from panned out asset stripped polluted regions is not accessible.
Few folk enjoy being preached too from the pulpit , by a body that doesn't share the common burden. Do as I say, (even if you include an "or else" ) doesn't work.
Besides the intelligent educated working man is unlikely to revert back to "the master knows best" Bloody obvious, proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that master doesn't really have a clue that would work on the ground.
I have said it before, I am not completely clueless. I figured that working on and testing my untried "academic" theories to destruction , taking the risk upon myself was the only way forward.
All that"primitive hippy shite" as Dave E. was once prone to call it gradually evolved by trial and error and testing of current perceived wisdom, to become a working hypothesis. Every time I thought I was winning sad to say the goal posts got moved.
"Shifty little yokies them they paradigms", thinks I. To sum up in a small space what caused the continual sabotage and obstruction, precised, if you like ; I was married to a person with an unholy addiction to spending money.The sort of person who would go on holiday abroad rather than pay her creditors. More to it than that, she knows well enough. Covering up with lying cheating stealing, from her own family, without account.
My darling little hypotheses were in danger of contracting what I had come to call Moses Syndrome. Leading the family to a promised land against impossible odds only to die before I got there myself.
I was by every legal definition ,a slave. and a naive fool for love. I didn't want to lose my children , but as a parent I couldn't offer a way forward. Worked till I lost 28 kilos of my body. Nobody noticed, they were to busy with self indulgent treats. Love I felt was totally unrequited.
I was dying.
I got out before I resorted to violence. A man can only take so much.
What did I have to go with but my wonderful vision of a better way of living, Half a carrier bag of ragged clothes my flute and drum. A whole bunch of survival instinct. and not a small portion of painful work a day memories. No family,shelter no friends in my community I could trust, no money and one sick body supported by a stick.
Long journey so far.
What did I learn? I had first hand experience in the microcosm of my home life of the popular "normalcy". Didn't anyone teach them that you can't prosper and thrive by just spending money? Not as a family, as an individual, nor as a nation. "Infill Britain" I call It.
I am not making much of a good fist explaining the mysterious "secret", I know that. The How To... factor. There is one, It remains thus a secret until an individual has achieved the initiation that would bring them back to a state of grace. Creating the infrastructure to sustainable self reliance . This time around my miniature none theoretical model looks like becoming a manifest reality. Gradually expanding to accommodate other people desperate to escape the ravages of the post colonial decline. The poorest working families. Inclusively not just women and children first.
We are duty bound not to perpetrate the "Big Mistake".
Results are quantifiable now. Our efforts to realize a route to a working example that is within the reach of most families has since we hit the ground running five years ago, on less cash than the average U.K. social security hand out, are paying off.
Quantum progress. (I'm just writing, figure out what I mean yourself).It is "happening" here. Most folk can't see for looking. There are no sides to this , no left right nor centre . the head work is done the way forward is a "showable" rather than a "sayable" reality. some one clever called what we are doing "squaring the circle" (don’t ask me ).
“You used to come out with some stuff in those days”, Sed Pete.
Mine wasn’t the cliché ridden regurgitated crambo, my long lost friend reunited after 40 years was dipping into his personal pool of nostalgia. He had given me the hospitality of his sofa during a homeless period in the early seventies. “Can you remember what I was on about Pete?” He couldn’t. I laughed. “Good job I was there then.” I remember.
Building an “underground railway”, a “freedom train”,is all very well, but where is the train heading, and where do we go from there??? Looks from this vantage point like the slaves of old have just been guided towards a funnel trap lured by a hopê and a dream, only to be recycled and sold down the river. The Abolition Act , what 1833, is a great idea, who’s arguing against it. It took a while and a bit before we realised It was just a self appeasing make over.
Socialism was as I understand from old international brigade survivors and union school mentors is meant to free us from the bondage of our own ignorance. WE the slaves. Lest we forget. I am not referring to National Socialism. There’s as many kinds as there are people on this earth.
In essence it is a philosophical practice; not identifiable by dress code, an unspoken principled creed by conduct seen. That is if anyone cared enough to notice. A practice common to all . Thatcher promised that she would “wipe socialism off the face of the earth”. God only knows who wrote her script,she was only the mouth piece of an antideluvian way of thinking.
A wholly owned corporate commodity. A formidable woman for sure, but she was only the most acceptable face of a much more sinister many headed beast. a proxy cypher in effect with little empathy with the real needs of our common humanity rich or poor.
I believe we are seeing the last days of the Elizabethan era. From Lizzie 1 to Lizzie2.
There is no Left, Right or Centre in reality. That is just chess board logic. Those days are over in the progressive mainstream. subscription to that school will only lead to cyclical repeat of historic mistakes. Collateral damage, to what the corporate lobby may regard as an expoitable commodity , the common population is unacceptable. Party politics divides people against each other. The inevitable consequence is human sacrifice.
Hardly what anyone could justly call representative of a civilised standard.
Out dated flat earth thinking is at a tangent to the curved space reality . It may not see things in the round in overview. That way madness lies.
We practice austerity at home. a voluntary act This way works.. Hey guys it makes the little cash we may morally earn worth more. To us at least. We work to provide a route to a better future. modest durable ethical . At zero percent commission. No losers no unjust or illicit profiteering. Humane and dignified.Sustainable development as Charlie once broadcast it.
“One wonders if one understands ones own language “,Iznibz toys with a notion.
God bless Tom Paine for the inspiration of Iz ranting.
I will give you a rest for now. It is a sunny day.
Very few experienced intelligent working people seemed to be in a position to recommend what they had done or were doing, to their children. "Show us A model of a better way forward that starts from poverty and moves forward to a sustainable none competitive prosperity." .No one wanted to lose what they regarded as a competitive advantage. We would want to know that it will work before subscribing to a "new" way of life. No one dared to take the risk. Not on the strength of some spurious sounding untested theory. I couldn't blame them.
80% of "western style modern living is contained within cities towns and urban clusters. The landless labour force of the industrial revolution moved into the industrial ghettos there they stayed for the most part for generations. Importing nigh on every vital commodity now. It will get worse. The means to escape from panned out asset stripped polluted regions is not accessible.
Few folk enjoy being preached too from the pulpit , by a body that doesn't share the common burden. Do as I say, (even if you include an "or else" ) doesn't work.
Besides the intelligent educated working man is unlikely to revert back to "the master knows best" Bloody obvious, proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that master doesn't really have a clue that would work on the ground.
I have said it before, I am not completely clueless. I figured that working on and testing my untried "academic" theories to destruction , taking the risk upon myself was the only way forward.
All that"primitive hippy shite" as Dave E. was once prone to call it gradually evolved by trial and error and testing of current perceived wisdom, to become a working hypothesis. Every time I thought I was winning sad to say the goal posts got moved.
"Shifty little yokies them they paradigms", thinks I. To sum up in a small space what caused the continual sabotage and obstruction, precised, if you like ; I was married to a person with an unholy addiction to spending money.The sort of person who would go on holiday abroad rather than pay her creditors. More to it than that, she knows well enough. Covering up with lying cheating stealing, from her own family, without account.
My darling little hypotheses were in danger of contracting what I had come to call Moses Syndrome. Leading the family to a promised land against impossible odds only to die before I got there myself.
I was by every legal definition ,a slave. and a naive fool for love. I didn't want to lose my children , but as a parent I couldn't offer a way forward. Worked till I lost 28 kilos of my body. Nobody noticed, they were to busy with self indulgent treats. Love I felt was totally unrequited.
I was dying.
I got out before I resorted to violence. A man can only take so much.
What did I have to go with but my wonderful vision of a better way of living, Half a carrier bag of ragged clothes my flute and drum. A whole bunch of survival instinct. and not a small portion of painful work a day memories. No family,shelter no friends in my community I could trust, no money and one sick body supported by a stick.
Long journey so far.
What did I learn? I had first hand experience in the microcosm of my home life of the popular "normalcy". Didn't anyone teach them that you can't prosper and thrive by just spending money? Not as a family, as an individual, nor as a nation. "Infill Britain" I call It.
I am not making much of a good fist explaining the mysterious "secret", I know that. The How To... factor. There is one, It remains thus a secret until an individual has achieved the initiation that would bring them back to a state of grace. Creating the infrastructure to sustainable self reliance . This time around my miniature none theoretical model looks like becoming a manifest reality. Gradually expanding to accommodate other people desperate to escape the ravages of the post colonial decline. The poorest working families. Inclusively not just women and children first.
We are duty bound not to perpetrate the "Big Mistake".
Results are quantifiable now. Our efforts to realize a route to a working example that is within the reach of most families has since we hit the ground running five years ago, on less cash than the average U.K. social security hand out, are paying off.
Quantum progress. (I'm just writing, figure out what I mean yourself).It is "happening" here. Most folk can't see for looking. There are no sides to this , no left right nor centre . the head work is done the way forward is a "showable" rather than a "sayable" reality. some one clever called what we are doing "squaring the circle" (don’t ask me ).
“You used to come out with some stuff in those days”, Sed Pete.
Mine wasn’t the cliché ridden regurgitated crambo, my long lost friend reunited after 40 years was dipping into his personal pool of nostalgia. He had given me the hospitality of his sofa during a homeless period in the early seventies. “Can you remember what I was on about Pete?” He couldn’t. I laughed. “Good job I was there then.” I remember.
Building an “underground railway”, a “freedom train”,is all very well, but where is the train heading, and where do we go from there??? Looks from this vantage point like the slaves of old have just been guided towards a funnel trap lured by a hopê and a dream, only to be recycled and sold down the river. The Abolition Act , what 1833, is a great idea, who’s arguing against it. It took a while and a bit before we realised It was just a self appeasing make over.
Socialism was as I understand from old international brigade survivors and union school mentors is meant to free us from the bondage of our own ignorance. WE the slaves. Lest we forget. I am not referring to National Socialism. There’s as many kinds as there are people on this earth.
In essence it is a philosophical practice; not identifiable by dress code, an unspoken principled creed by conduct seen. That is if anyone cared enough to notice. A practice common to all . Thatcher promised that she would “wipe socialism off the face of the earth”. God only knows who wrote her script,she was only the mouth piece of an antideluvian way of thinking.
A wholly owned corporate commodity. A formidable woman for sure, but she was only the most acceptable face of a much more sinister many headed beast. a proxy cypher in effect with little empathy with the real needs of our common humanity rich or poor.
I believe we are seeing the last days of the Elizabethan era. From Lizzie 1 to Lizzie2.
There is no Left, Right or Centre in reality. That is just chess board logic. Those days are over in the progressive mainstream. subscription to that school will only lead to cyclical repeat of historic mistakes. Collateral damage, to what the corporate lobby may regard as an expoitable commodity , the common population is unacceptable. Party politics divides people against each other. The inevitable consequence is human sacrifice.
Hardly what anyone could justly call representative of a civilised standard.
Out dated flat earth thinking is at a tangent to the curved space reality . It may not see things in the round in overview. That way madness lies.
We practice austerity at home. a voluntary act This way works.. Hey guys it makes the little cash we may morally earn worth more. To us at least. We work to provide a route to a better future. modest durable ethical . At zero percent commission. No losers no unjust or illicit profiteering. Humane and dignified.Sustainable development as Charlie once broadcast it.
“One wonders if one understands ones own language “,Iznibz toys with a notion.
God bless Tom Paine for the inspiration of Iz ranting.
I will give you a rest for now. It is a sunny day.
The green track...
Keep on the grass...
Marsh valerian and Golden osier...
Walnut...
The earth is not flat...
Lupins in the hazels...
Sunday, 27 May 2012
The message is the medium, the lesson is the guru. The work is the Yoga.
Learn to dance with a hoe beat time to the rhythm of the thirteen moon cycle. Transcend the prison of Gregorian circularity. Return to the meaning of your terrestrial identity. Elemental none vocal,learn to breath again for the first tme. Verbal Literal vocalization is merely poetic Allusion it is not truth.Work silently in willing service manually, manfully. Manu returned to the place of his dominion. Be guided by the light that casts no shadow, The good Earth aches for our caring attention. Eternal Principle endures.Existing in service before the first word was uttered. Existing in service long after our mortal coil is turned to dust.
We may play, eat, laugh and sing together, once each seasons work is done.In returning the Earth to it's former glory,we may earn our Redemption. Grace. Peace. Giving thanks and praise and all honour to the Great Divinity, lest we become immodest.Thus we are returned to the Place of our true Belonging. Walk the Green Track In joyful contrition to the crossroad of our mutual Destiny.
The Earth needs to grow, a context wherein Love may safely dwell,
Home , the place of our neglected duty. The work never ending,
Now and Forever, Life without Fear. Amen.
IZNIBZ WAZIR
We may play, eat, laugh and sing together, once each seasons work is done.In returning the Earth to it's former glory,we may earn our Redemption. Grace. Peace. Giving thanks and praise and all honour to the Great Divinity, lest we become immodest.Thus we are returned to the Place of our true Belonging. Walk the Green Track In joyful contrition to the crossroad of our mutual Destiny.
The Earth needs to grow, a context wherein Love may safely dwell,
Home , the place of our neglected duty. The work never ending,
Now and Forever, Life without Fear. Amen.
IZNIBZ WAZIR
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