As an avid reader of the amazingness I've just had a look at his blog, and read his latest little entry titled Ghandi quote.....
So it reminded me of a bit of a dilemma that Leicester is facing at the moment. In case you don't know, there is a proposal to erect a statue in Leicester City Centre. The problem is of who. Now the bronze statue possibilities have been whittled down to just two. Gandhi or Gary? While the names are somewhat similar, they are of course very very different.
If you don't know Leicester, while it's not the most attractive city in the UK, it is fascinatingly very culturally diverse. It's possibly the best feature. There are so many religious groups and varying communities with various different sets of cultural norms and values, and yet it's rather harmonious. The majority is pretty much the minority, and I think it's fantastic. Especially as WASPS (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants) are close to outnumbered. Maybe you don't agree with this being a good feature. I don't really care.
Gandhi has been proposed to represent the cultural diversities of the city. And for being such a great man. For doing so much for humanity. He's been a symbol of peace. Fighting for what is right without using violence. He is one of the few people that, as that is all that's needed, to put todays cultural climate and acts of unnecessary violence to shame. Leicester MP Keith Vaz said Gandhi's "philosophy of brotherhood among those of different religions and ethnicity should be honoured and celebrated. A statue of Gandhi will be an excellent symbol of Leicester's commitment to diversity." I think he's VERY right.
Of course a few of the WASPS have complained. Thinking that this again is something for the Asian community. Gandhi was from India, and therefore a statue should be erected in India, not Leicester. There are many local hero's including the man himself Gary Lineker (who would even prefer the statue of Gandhi). Gary Linker started his footballing career at Leicester City, and we can frequently see him now on saturday evenings presenting Match of the Day, and as the smiley big eared Walkers crisps man.
Now then, I think a statue of a man with a big grin and big ears, (lets face it he'd be wearing a suit, and holding a ball in one hand, and a packet of crisps in the other) in Leicester city centre would just look painfully wrong. Can't knock the man though for his sense of humour; Linekar said: "As far as a statue of me is concerned, frankly I think that is best left to other people to decide. Clearly the cost of such a statue will be a factor and perhaps the extra materials required for my ears would make the statue too expensive!” Well said!
If people want a statue of him in Leicester, then maybe they should raise the money alongside Leicester City FC and place a statue of him around the grounds of the Walkers Stadium where he'd fit in rather nicely.
Gandhi all the way. He such a great philosophy of life. And I don't know how there can be such a fuss over it. Again another thing that shows just how awful western culture is. One thing I disagree with on the Gandhi thing is his thought that a western culture would be a good idea. Scrap it is what I say. Go a little further eastern, a bit more magical, open minded, loving and peaceful. Western society it seems needs to take a leaf out of Gandhi's book. Nobody in the west is going anywhere fast!!
31 March 2008
Comparatively equal
I am no better than you, as you are no better than me.
I am no more powerful than you, as you are no more powerful than me.
I am no greater than you, as you are no greater than me.
I am no more beautiful than you, as you are no more beautiful than me.
I am no funnier than you, as you are no funnier than me.
I am no more intelligent than you, as you are no more intelligent than me.
I am no lazier than you, as you are no lazier than me.
I am no happier than you, as you are no happier than me.
I am no crazier than you, as you are no crazier than me.
I am no stronger than you, as you are no stronger than me.
I am no braver than you, as you are no braver than me.
I am no more respected than you, as you are no more respected than me.
I am no stranger than you, as you are no stranger than me.
I am no healthier than you, as you are no healthier than me.
I am no more important that you, as you are no more important than me.
And the list goes on. I need to listen to myself on this one. I need to listen to myself 99% of the time. But everyone is equal. The amazingness is generally right, and on this one he is too. There are those that will stamp all over over you, abuse you, hurt you, patronise you, put you down, and rip you apart piece by piece until you have nothing left. And although they may make you feel as though you are absolutely nothing compared to them, you are. These people do not deserve you, and you do not deserve them. For everyone is equal. Everyone is a part of something big and great, and because everyone is part of something big and great, they too are big and great.
I have a feeling that people put others down because they are so insecure in themselves that it's the only way they know how to combat this. It's all in aid of power. But rememebr they have no more power than you do. The hierarchical system was designed by an insecure member of the human race to combat their own insecurities. With this system they could become powerful and mighty and much more important than everyone else. And the system still follows us around today.
People do incredibly dirty things to get to the top. Really dirty things, just to have power. And it disgusts me the way some people are treated in the name of power. I myself am ashamed to be part of the human race. There is so much injustice, and it's the people that don't trample all over others that get the brunt of it. This of course is designed by so-called powerful people. The insecure members that get so much out of kicking someone else and making them feel as tiny as possible.
If you only do one thing in your life, no matter where it is, who it is, just calmly tell one of those "powerful" people that you are just as "powerful" as they are. no more, no less. Because just that will knock them as much as they have knocked you. And then there will be some weird mutual level of respect. It's very clever.
I am no more powerful than you, as you are no more powerful than me.
I am no greater than you, as you are no greater than me.
I am no more beautiful than you, as you are no more beautiful than me.
I am no funnier than you, as you are no funnier than me.
I am no more intelligent than you, as you are no more intelligent than me.
I am no lazier than you, as you are no lazier than me.
I am no happier than you, as you are no happier than me.
I am no crazier than you, as you are no crazier than me.
I am no stronger than you, as you are no stronger than me.
I am no braver than you, as you are no braver than me.
I am no more respected than you, as you are no more respected than me.
I am no stranger than you, as you are no stranger than me.
I am no healthier than you, as you are no healthier than me.
I am no more important that you, as you are no more important than me.
And the list goes on. I need to listen to myself on this one. I need to listen to myself 99% of the time. But everyone is equal. The amazingness is generally right, and on this one he is too. There are those that will stamp all over over you, abuse you, hurt you, patronise you, put you down, and rip you apart piece by piece until you have nothing left. And although they may make you feel as though you are absolutely nothing compared to them, you are. These people do not deserve you, and you do not deserve them. For everyone is equal. Everyone is a part of something big and great, and because everyone is part of something big and great, they too are big and great.
I have a feeling that people put others down because they are so insecure in themselves that it's the only way they know how to combat this. It's all in aid of power. But rememebr they have no more power than you do. The hierarchical system was designed by an insecure member of the human race to combat their own insecurities. With this system they could become powerful and mighty and much more important than everyone else. And the system still follows us around today.
People do incredibly dirty things to get to the top. Really dirty things, just to have power. And it disgusts me the way some people are treated in the name of power. I myself am ashamed to be part of the human race. There is so much injustice, and it's the people that don't trample all over others that get the brunt of it. This of course is designed by so-called powerful people. The insecure members that get so much out of kicking someone else and making them feel as tiny as possible.
If you only do one thing in your life, no matter where it is, who it is, just calmly tell one of those "powerful" people that you are just as "powerful" as they are. no more, no less. Because just that will knock them as much as they have knocked you. And then there will be some weird mutual level of respect. It's very clever.
The whole is greater...
...than the sum of it's parts.
I randomly found myself watching Red Dwarf last night. I was more interested in keeping the dog quiet as dad had already gone to bed than the program, but my word, the telly might as well have been turned up about a thousand or so decibels because it shouted at me. And stood out like a sore thumb. Well had it been an image of a hand with a sore thumb it would have anyway.
I just went "WOW" and repeated it to myself over and over until I could actually make a proper note of it. It's a perfect quote, if from a rather bizarre source, but hey, the amazingness always says that randomness is the key. And I do believe that he is right. I generally believe he is right, but he generally is!!
So the quote then...I've had a look, many people have said it, but it possibly goes back to good old Aristotle, although some people have said that he could be paraphrasing it from someone else. The origin doesn't really matter at this very moment. It most commonly is used in business to help motivate team working. The whole is greater than the sum of it's parts. I suppose in this context means you get more done if you work together as a team.
I have thought though.....there's definitely a hidden meaning to this one. Well I say hidden, if you ask me it's blatantly obvious. And how nobody noticed it I don't know. If you are a whole person you function so much better than you do as a split person. And no I'm not talking about schizophrenics and so called "normal" people. I am talking about being really complete. Being able to follow your intuition entirely. Being in touch with yourself. Loving your self and only yourself unconditionally, with no exceptions. This is complete love, and not divided. Harmonising with your emotions, and most of all marrying up your mind, your spirit and your body, and recognising and using them in this lifetime as one entity. The left and right side. Everything wholly. Accepting who you are, and accepting everyone else, in their entirety.
Try it sometime. It's such a beautiful and perfect quote, and wholly motivating in every sense. It's simple yet effective.
Be complete. If you are complete then who knows what's waiting for you around the corner. It's bound to be something rather special.
I randomly found myself watching Red Dwarf last night. I was more interested in keeping the dog quiet as dad had already gone to bed than the program, but my word, the telly might as well have been turned up about a thousand or so decibels because it shouted at me. And stood out like a sore thumb. Well had it been an image of a hand with a sore thumb it would have anyway.
I just went "WOW" and repeated it to myself over and over until I could actually make a proper note of it. It's a perfect quote, if from a rather bizarre source, but hey, the amazingness always says that randomness is the key. And I do believe that he is right. I generally believe he is right, but he generally is!!
So the quote then...I've had a look, many people have said it, but it possibly goes back to good old Aristotle, although some people have said that he could be paraphrasing it from someone else. The origin doesn't really matter at this very moment. It most commonly is used in business to help motivate team working. The whole is greater than the sum of it's parts. I suppose in this context means you get more done if you work together as a team.
I have thought though.....there's definitely a hidden meaning to this one. Well I say hidden, if you ask me it's blatantly obvious. And how nobody noticed it I don't know. If you are a whole person you function so much better than you do as a split person. And no I'm not talking about schizophrenics and so called "normal" people. I am talking about being really complete. Being able to follow your intuition entirely. Being in touch with yourself. Loving your self and only yourself unconditionally, with no exceptions. This is complete love, and not divided. Harmonising with your emotions, and most of all marrying up your mind, your spirit and your body, and recognising and using them in this lifetime as one entity. The left and right side. Everything wholly. Accepting who you are, and accepting everyone else, in their entirety.
Try it sometime. It's such a beautiful and perfect quote, and wholly motivating in every sense. It's simple yet effective.
Be complete. If you are complete then who knows what's waiting for you around the corner. It's bound to be something rather special.
Hopes
Highly motivated achievers find the strength of their motivation in the power of their imagination. One of the wonderful aspects about human imagination is that it can see things not as they are now, but as they can be; it can foretell the future, based upon our beliefs and expectations, in an almost uncanny way; it can draw the colorful mental images that we hope someday to turn into reality. Imagination is the beginning of creation.
-Denis Waitley
Thanks to Cindy at Where's My Guru for this rather excellent quotation.
I read a question asked by a random person on a random website that I stumbled accross recently. They asked - Does consciousness create reality or does reality create consciousness?
Of course everyone can have their own view on this, and feel free to comment if you agree (or don't) but I feel myself that consciouness creates reality. Surely there is no reality if there is no consciousness. Everyone creates their own reality, with a little love and a little belief, and a lot of imagination and hope. It is hope that keeps people going. Hope that someone will recognise their achievements. Hope that someone will love them for who they are. Hope that someone will notice them standing there. Hope that things will be okay. Hope that the sun will come out tomorrow. Hope that they will find something or someone worth fighting for. Hope that they will recognise that this person is them. Hope for better times to come.
The list of things people hope for is endless.
It is when we loose hope that life fails us.
Keep your chin up, it will come soon, just believe!
29 March 2008
Times they are a'changin'
Quite literally.....the clocks go forward tonight....
And I'm loosing sleep over it!!
And I'm loosing sleep over it!!
Supermassive black hole
Okay, so here is what the lady said. She reckons that there is a super massive black hole in the centre of our galaxy, The Milkyway.
Now then, I have pondered on this a little since watching Universe last night. A black hole is created from teh death of a star, a rather large star. The gravitational pull in the centre of a black hole is so great that even light cannot pass through, hence the black hole. A computer program was designed to track stars, and show the way that these stars rotated or orbited around a certain area in the universe. Now because of the stars orbits it is believed that there is a black hole in our galaxy. I was thinking about this while watching the program. Thinking to myself that we are orbiting the sun. Which happens to be at the centre of our galaxy. If there was a supermassive black hole in that area then surely that black hole would have an effect on earth, and all the other stars and planets, and I would imagine that we'd get orbit the black hole, rather than the sun. It does however seem that this delightful black hole is in fact dormant. It has run out of fuel to be able to suck anything else in. Not so super anymore are you black hole.
But it could be given some energy of some sort and start sucking things back in. BRILLIANT!! Gasses and things go it's way please.
I also was amazied that Andromeda is moving towards the Milkyway rather quickly. A few hundred million miles an hour I think it is. Andromeda and the Milkyway will collide at some point. I got quite excited, and decided that I really want to watch it. But it's not going to happen for a few billion years yet. What a dissapointment. The exciting news is that this other galaxy Andromeda is much bigger than ours, and has a working supermassive blackhole in the middle. Now the collision will be kicking our one into shape by colliding with it, thus creating a super supermassive black hole.
It's all so perfect isn't it. The universe so it seems one vibrant happening place to live. Shame the excitement doesn't come to Earth all that often. I feel we've been swindled out of our money somewhat. This show is boring!! Hehe
Now then, I have pondered on this a little since watching Universe last night. A black hole is created from teh death of a star, a rather large star. The gravitational pull in the centre of a black hole is so great that even light cannot pass through, hence the black hole. A computer program was designed to track stars, and show the way that these stars rotated or orbited around a certain area in the universe. Now because of the stars orbits it is believed that there is a black hole in our galaxy. I was thinking about this while watching the program. Thinking to myself that we are orbiting the sun. Which happens to be at the centre of our galaxy. If there was a supermassive black hole in that area then surely that black hole would have an effect on earth, and all the other stars and planets, and I would imagine that we'd get orbit the black hole, rather than the sun. It does however seem that this delightful black hole is in fact dormant. It has run out of fuel to be able to suck anything else in. Not so super anymore are you black hole.
But it could be given some energy of some sort and start sucking things back in. BRILLIANT!! Gasses and things go it's way please.
I also was amazied that Andromeda is moving towards the Milkyway rather quickly. A few hundred million miles an hour I think it is. Andromeda and the Milkyway will collide at some point. I got quite excited, and decided that I really want to watch it. But it's not going to happen for a few billion years yet. What a dissapointment. The exciting news is that this other galaxy Andromeda is much bigger than ours, and has a working supermassive blackhole in the middle. Now the collision will be kicking our one into shape by colliding with it, thus creating a super supermassive black hole.
It's all so perfect isn't it. The universe so it seems one vibrant happening place to live. Shame the excitement doesn't come to Earth all that often. I feel we've been swindled out of our money somewhat. This show is boring!! Hehe
A link to the past
A link to the past,
But this is not the legend of Zelda
It is the legend of life.
Lying alone in the void,
The emptyness, the dark.
Pondering on the flashes;
Brightly coloured lights behind
The eyes of the unpredicted.
Surrounded by silence
Hearing the voices
The voices of now, then
And the flow of time.
Asleep or awake?
Both and all together
Thoughts and visions of
Days and dreams left behind.
Can't keep up with the race
Can't wake up from the deep
Can only manage to open up
And let light cover the darkness.
Days gone create new themes
New journeys, new opportunities.
A link to the past,
A love to the future.
I believe that the best time to reminisce about the past is as you are lying alone, falling asleep. The past never leaves. It is possible, if you are thinking about a past event when you fall asleep to dream of it, If you can visualize it in your mind quite vividly, feel that you are living each moment of it. If you do it right you can dream away the pain. You can re-live a past experience and make it more positive. Achieving in your sud conscious mind what you were unable to achieve consciously. Although the reality wont change, and you'll be where you are at, you can learn a lot from re-living something like this. This can often break old habits, and leave you wide open to new experiences. If you learn from your dreams it is possible to use this lesson when you come up to something similar in your wake. So, there we have it. That is what this means. If you learn from your past, without dwelling on it, it paves the way for a bigger and brighter future.
But this is not the legend of Zelda
It is the legend of life.
Lying alone in the void,
The emptyness, the dark.
Pondering on the flashes;
Brightly coloured lights behind
The eyes of the unpredicted.
Surrounded by silence
Hearing the voices
The voices of now, then
And the flow of time.
Asleep or awake?
Both and all together
Thoughts and visions of
Days and dreams left behind.
Can't keep up with the race
Can't wake up from the deep
Can only manage to open up
And let light cover the darkness.
Days gone create new themes
New journeys, new opportunities.
A link to the past,
A love to the future.
I believe that the best time to reminisce about the past is as you are lying alone, falling asleep. The past never leaves. It is possible, if you are thinking about a past event when you fall asleep to dream of it, If you can visualize it in your mind quite vividly, feel that you are living each moment of it. If you do it right you can dream away the pain. You can re-live a past experience and make it more positive. Achieving in your sud conscious mind what you were unable to achieve consciously. Although the reality wont change, and you'll be where you are at, you can learn a lot from re-living something like this. This can often break old habits, and leave you wide open to new experiences. If you learn from your dreams it is possible to use this lesson when you come up to something similar in your wake. So, there we have it. That is what this means. If you learn from your past, without dwelling on it, it paves the way for a bigger and brighter future.
28 March 2008
The soundtrack to your life
A song or piece of music has been created for every moment of someones life. At any given stage you can guarantee that there is a song with words and melodies that will fit exactly. And in many cases there are more than one. If you can't find anything in the vast musical abyss then I suggest writing your own song, which will of course be perfect to you anyway, and that is maybe the best way to do it.
Songs and magical moments. There are the cliche moments, like 'our song' that you share with a loved one, and the first dance at your wedding, and erm, your funeral too. But There are so many more moments that you will have that will have just as much of an impact.
I'd say, for every good thing you experience attach a song to it. Then every time you hear that song it will remind you of that experience or achievement and leave you feeling happy, or proud, or any other positive emotion you felt when you experienced it. If you use music in the right way it can really uplift your soul.
Songs and magical moments. There are the cliche moments, like 'our song' that you share with a loved one, and the first dance at your wedding, and erm, your funeral too. But There are so many more moments that you will have that will have just as much of an impact.
I'd say, for every good thing you experience attach a song to it. Then every time you hear that song it will remind you of that experience or achievement and leave you feeling happy, or proud, or any other positive emotion you felt when you experienced it. If you use music in the right way it can really uplift your soul.
I don't have problems getting an erection.....
Nor do I need a bigger penis, or bigger tits or bigger or better anything. I don't need things to enable me to have sex 10 times a day, or to make me last longer. I'm quite sure that if I wanted sex 10 times a day I could have sex 10 times a day!! Nor do I require a sodding fake rolex watch. I have a watch that tells the time....it's not a rolex, but I do believe it does the same thing?
I can't understand all this spam stuff. Do people seriously make money from sending out such complete and utter shite? Do I really need the same emails from the same people every day? I do believe that in some cases it is possible that if you keep advertising your services then somone will go, okay, maybe we do need thins, but what?! Not today, or in fact ever, am I going to read a shitty email from a gimp that can't get it up himself trying to tell other people to buy a load of stuff so that they can't either. FUCK OFF!!
In case you hadn't noticed, spam emails that I get repeatedly really annoy the hell out of me. Just stop it and give it a rest.....
I can't understand all this spam stuff. Do people seriously make money from sending out such complete and utter shite? Do I really need the same emails from the same people every day? I do believe that in some cases it is possible that if you keep advertising your services then somone will go, okay, maybe we do need thins, but what?! Not today, or in fact ever, am I going to read a shitty email from a gimp that can't get it up himself trying to tell other people to buy a load of stuff so that they can't either. FUCK OFF!!
In case you hadn't noticed, spam emails that I get repeatedly really annoy the hell out of me. Just stop it and give it a rest.....
27 March 2008
Fighting brain battles
I've got one part of me trying so very had, and another part fighting every effort I make. The result is like a clash of the titans somewhere in the middle ground, Armageddon I think. Some bits get through, some bits don't. Ultimately, the battle will be won by the strongest side, and that is the scary part. The winning part ((hopefully) will be the part with all the effort that I believe in so much, I feel it when it's working, so I know it works, it actually works, and I believe in it. Occasionally my confidence in it gets dented a little but it doesn't take long to make it up again. And I'll keep trying and trying and trying until I can try no more. And the only time I can't try anymore is when I am no longer alive. While there is fight in me there is hope. I hold the hope dear to my heart, and alongside that hope is the hope of you. The scary part is if this fails. It wont, I know it wont, I know I am well on the way to overcoming my weaknesses. Resisting temptations to take the easy way out has not proven too difficult, if a little inconvenient. I shall take baby steps, baby steps, so that I can take in each little accomplishment, and wear it with pride like a medal. For everytime I overcome is a step closer to the end goal.
I'm not moving
If things are going to happen, and the person that this is aimed at knows exactly what it is I am talking about here.
My promise to you is that I will not go anywhere until it has happened and it is over. I promise. And I'll tell you why in person. I have a whole lifetime in which to do what I want. And I figure, if I wait, you can come with me everywhere I go, which means you'll share every step of the adventure, the journey, to here, there, everywhere and far beyond.
You are wonderful, and no body will ever be able to take that away from you!!!!!!!!!!
My promise to you is that I will not go anywhere until it has happened and it is over. I promise. And I'll tell you why in person. I have a whole lifetime in which to do what I want. And I figure, if I wait, you can come with me everywhere I go, which means you'll share every step of the adventure, the journey, to here, there, everywhere and far beyond.
You are wonderful, and no body will ever be able to take that away from you!!!!!!!!!!
Two sides to every story
There's two sides to everything, at least. Some things and stories might have three or four, even more sides.
But can only one side be right? Or can they all be right? I expect the side that's right is the side that people didn't know about in the first place. The unknown side.
Think about it. If everyone says what they saw, and yet nobody actually saw something in it's entirety from an angle that showed everything in complete detail. For this we'll take an attempted murder as an example. Say a couple arguing, and things get a bit out of hand, and someone ends up getting hurt.
Now then We'll also say that this argument was happening in a street, and there were witnesses, all standing different distances away from the couple, all standing around in different angles. Now the couple are arguing about something. Each person hears roughly the same thing, but some are too close to understand the shouts, some are too far away. Now this couple could also be making reference to something unknown to everyone else. So therefore the witnesses could in fact take words out of context. Suddenly the man falls to the floor. He's been stabbed, by his partner.
So the witnesses come forward, they are all interviewed. The man's partner is interviewed, and because the man survives he is interviewed too. Lots of work go into the investigation by police. They seem to have everything they need from witnesses, with a few discrepancies here and there. Even the CCTV can't show exactly what happens, but nonetheless it seems like an ordinary case of man cheats on woman, woman gets revenge.
Everything is gathered, and it goes to court. The defendant, victim and witnesses are all questioned and cross examined. Stories seem straight, none get caught out while being cross examined, because they all believe that what happened happened in their head. There's not enough to go on for the jury to say whether the defendant is guilty or not.
You see while everyone thought they could have seen the man's partner stab him, what they didn't realise is that all she did was lift her arm to give him a slap around the face. There was a passer by that nobody noticed lurking in the shadows, who was well out of sight of the CCTV. He had a knife, and as the wife went to slap her partner, the man lurking in the shadows threw the knife, which conveniently landed in an area of the man, which the witnesses, from where they were standing, could likely be where she stabbed her partner, and yet she didn't.
So you see the other man got away. She gets found guilty of attempted murder, and goes to prison for a crime that she did not commit.
What I am trying to say is that things are not as they seem. Look at something from every angle. Try not to think about it, but most certainly do not judge. If you think you have seen everything from every possible angle, check again, I bet you haven't. The truth is often hidden. Even if someone only speaks the truth, the likely hood is that this is their truth. And not absolute truth. Because you see everybody interprets the same situation differently, and quite often, this is never the same as the next persons interpretation, or the last persons interpretation.
Another persons interpretation or opinion should not be judged however. For if you judge someone, someone else may judge you. It doesn't matter if you agree or disagree, because there will always be a hidden side anyway, but as it's hidden, there is no casting vote. As the amazingness says to me often, there is no wrong, there is no right......it just is!!
But can only one side be right? Or can they all be right? I expect the side that's right is the side that people didn't know about in the first place. The unknown side.
Think about it. If everyone says what they saw, and yet nobody actually saw something in it's entirety from an angle that showed everything in complete detail. For this we'll take an attempted murder as an example. Say a couple arguing, and things get a bit out of hand, and someone ends up getting hurt.
Now then We'll also say that this argument was happening in a street, and there were witnesses, all standing different distances away from the couple, all standing around in different angles. Now the couple are arguing about something. Each person hears roughly the same thing, but some are too close to understand the shouts, some are too far away. Now this couple could also be making reference to something unknown to everyone else. So therefore the witnesses could in fact take words out of context. Suddenly the man falls to the floor. He's been stabbed, by his partner.
So the witnesses come forward, they are all interviewed. The man's partner is interviewed, and because the man survives he is interviewed too. Lots of work go into the investigation by police. They seem to have everything they need from witnesses, with a few discrepancies here and there. Even the CCTV can't show exactly what happens, but nonetheless it seems like an ordinary case of man cheats on woman, woman gets revenge.
Everything is gathered, and it goes to court. The defendant, victim and witnesses are all questioned and cross examined. Stories seem straight, none get caught out while being cross examined, because they all believe that what happened happened in their head. There's not enough to go on for the jury to say whether the defendant is guilty or not.
You see while everyone thought they could have seen the man's partner stab him, what they didn't realise is that all she did was lift her arm to give him a slap around the face. There was a passer by that nobody noticed lurking in the shadows, who was well out of sight of the CCTV. He had a knife, and as the wife went to slap her partner, the man lurking in the shadows threw the knife, which conveniently landed in an area of the man, which the witnesses, from where they were standing, could likely be where she stabbed her partner, and yet she didn't.
So you see the other man got away. She gets found guilty of attempted murder, and goes to prison for a crime that she did not commit.
What I am trying to say is that things are not as they seem. Look at something from every angle. Try not to think about it, but most certainly do not judge. If you think you have seen everything from every possible angle, check again, I bet you haven't. The truth is often hidden. Even if someone only speaks the truth, the likely hood is that this is their truth. And not absolute truth. Because you see everybody interprets the same situation differently, and quite often, this is never the same as the next persons interpretation, or the last persons interpretation.
Another persons interpretation or opinion should not be judged however. For if you judge someone, someone else may judge you. It doesn't matter if you agree or disagree, because there will always be a hidden side anyway, but as it's hidden, there is no casting vote. As the amazingness says to me often, there is no wrong, there is no right......it just is!!
24 March 2008
Piece by piece; little by little
Things seem to be disappearing. Disappearing from my life, from everyone's life, from all existence.
And what is it? Life perhaps...............?? I don't know, nor do I understand it.
I found some old pictures on Saturday night, and looked at memories of what once were. While I don't wish to dwell on the past, occasionally it's nice to sit back, and just remember that no matter how I think and feel now, I haven't always thought and felt the way I do, and I wont always think and feel the way I do now. Everything is moving in a semi-forwards motion. I say semi-forwards, because the outcome of this movement seems to be going backwards.
I got pushed into the road in front of a car once, by the boy that lived next-door. I ran all the way across. My dad witnessed it, and it must have been one of the more heart wrenching moments of his life. I was only five or six. I got grounded for a day, and it was a couple of weeks before I was allowed to go out properly. I wasn't allowed across the road, or round the block. Instead I was allowed to go up and down the path.
When I was younger I had a bike, and I'd ride that bike all damn day. I'd often ride as fast as I could, just to prove to myself that I could keep up with the boys.....I remember that there was a corner that try as I might, if I went round it too fast I'd fly into a prickly bush. I did it so many times, and I never managed to get around it at speed. My other challenge was riding down the middle of my street no-handed all the way, only to grab the handlebars at the end to fly over the hill.
I'd play football, and though I was never all that good at it, I gave it a go. We played hide and seek, 50/50, there was a tree swing at the bottom of the road. We called the tree the lightening tree, on account that half of it was missing.
I do not remember what or how it happened, but the SNES had made it's way into my life. Then came the stereo. Then the lightening tree went, and we went to a different tree on the other side of the estate. This one had a rope and the swing was higher and faster, and much more......swingy. And I continued to play out during the day, and SNES it in the evening. And gradually the SNES became more prominent. If I wasn't playing it, I was watching my uncle play it, and my little brother. I remember when he first started to play it. He must have been about 3, and picked up the controller, and all he could do was push the left directional button. and we'd watch Mario get got, he'd die and the same thing happened over and over and over. Eventually he learned what to do, and became far better at it than I was. He became an addict, to the SNES, then the Megadrive, and then with each new games consul that came out, we got, and he played, and played and played.
I look at the world around me. While technology has advanced, people haven't. In fact people have most certainly gone backwards bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little. Technology in some ways is great. it has to be siad that there are some benefits, but it seems to be taking people away from being. Now there are a million channels to choose from...to watch complete rubbish. One thing is for certain they'll never run out of daft ideas to make a program out of. Some things you see on TV are just ridiculous, but then each to there own, and while there is a barmy audience out there, they'll make them.
What was the point of this blog?
Oh yes, I'm not sure what is drifting away...I am and I'm not, but this forwards to the backwards stuff that's going on will be the end of us, of everything.
People my age and younger, have lost a very important ability. What that ability is I don't really know, but it has been lost to a reduction of interaction. Interaction is no longer necessary. And when people do interact they don't really. I always rememebr my brother having friends around, one of them would be on the computer, another on the game boy, another playing the playstation, sitting in complete silence....except the occasional *pow* or *yeah*.
I played with myself, running around with mums scarf over my head, pretending to be a rabbit until I was about 12. I played with Barbie until I was about 12 too. When I was younger I had wicked imagination, but I was ridiculed by some friends for still doing that sort of thing at my age.
Friendship is bizarre. If someone is a friend you shouldn't ridicule them...should you? Surely you should encourage what it is that they do, even if you don't think they should be doing it. If a kid wants to play with Barbie and My Little Pony way beyond what was expected, then why not. Play Barbie with them.
Okay, I have no point, I don't have a clue what I am going on about. I just needed to jibber jabber a bit to take my mind off other stuff!!
And what is it? Life perhaps...............?? I don't know, nor do I understand it.
I found some old pictures on Saturday night, and looked at memories of what once were. While I don't wish to dwell on the past, occasionally it's nice to sit back, and just remember that no matter how I think and feel now, I haven't always thought and felt the way I do, and I wont always think and feel the way I do now. Everything is moving in a semi-forwards motion. I say semi-forwards, because the outcome of this movement seems to be going backwards.
I got pushed into the road in front of a car once, by the boy that lived next-door. I ran all the way across. My dad witnessed it, and it must have been one of the more heart wrenching moments of his life. I was only five or six. I got grounded for a day, and it was a couple of weeks before I was allowed to go out properly. I wasn't allowed across the road, or round the block. Instead I was allowed to go up and down the path.
When I was younger I had a bike, and I'd ride that bike all damn day. I'd often ride as fast as I could, just to prove to myself that I could keep up with the boys.....I remember that there was a corner that try as I might, if I went round it too fast I'd fly into a prickly bush. I did it so many times, and I never managed to get around it at speed. My other challenge was riding down the middle of my street no-handed all the way, only to grab the handlebars at the end to fly over the hill.
I'd play football, and though I was never all that good at it, I gave it a go. We played hide and seek, 50/50, there was a tree swing at the bottom of the road. We called the tree the lightening tree, on account that half of it was missing.
I do not remember what or how it happened, but the SNES had made it's way into my life. Then came the stereo. Then the lightening tree went, and we went to a different tree on the other side of the estate. This one had a rope and the swing was higher and faster, and much more......swingy. And I continued to play out during the day, and SNES it in the evening. And gradually the SNES became more prominent. If I wasn't playing it, I was watching my uncle play it, and my little brother. I remember when he first started to play it. He must have been about 3, and picked up the controller, and all he could do was push the left directional button. and we'd watch Mario get got, he'd die and the same thing happened over and over and over. Eventually he learned what to do, and became far better at it than I was. He became an addict, to the SNES, then the Megadrive, and then with each new games consul that came out, we got, and he played, and played and played.
I look at the world around me. While technology has advanced, people haven't. In fact people have most certainly gone backwards bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little. Technology in some ways is great. it has to be siad that there are some benefits, but it seems to be taking people away from being. Now there are a million channels to choose from...to watch complete rubbish. One thing is for certain they'll never run out of daft ideas to make a program out of. Some things you see on TV are just ridiculous, but then each to there own, and while there is a barmy audience out there, they'll make them.
What was the point of this blog?
Oh yes, I'm not sure what is drifting away...I am and I'm not, but this forwards to the backwards stuff that's going on will be the end of us, of everything.
People my age and younger, have lost a very important ability. What that ability is I don't really know, but it has been lost to a reduction of interaction. Interaction is no longer necessary. And when people do interact they don't really. I always rememebr my brother having friends around, one of them would be on the computer, another on the game boy, another playing the playstation, sitting in complete silence....except the occasional *pow* or *yeah*.
I played with myself, running around with mums scarf over my head, pretending to be a rabbit until I was about 12. I played with Barbie until I was about 12 too. When I was younger I had wicked imagination, but I was ridiculed by some friends for still doing that sort of thing at my age.
Friendship is bizarre. If someone is a friend you shouldn't ridicule them...should you? Surely you should encourage what it is that they do, even if you don't think they should be doing it. If a kid wants to play with Barbie and My Little Pony way beyond what was expected, then why not. Play Barbie with them.
Okay, I have no point, I don't have a clue what I am going on about. I just needed to jibber jabber a bit to take my mind off other stuff!!
22 March 2008
When is enough enough?
I'm wondering why I seem to be putting myself through something. Something that I'd never wish upon myself in a million years, and yet I can't seem to stop. I suppose in a way it's like a drug. When there are moments so high, and then so low.
I'm in two minds whether to walk away or not. I don't want to at all, because that would mean I've given up, and that would mean I'd have to accept defeat. I don't want to accept defeat. But then, there is a part of me that says I've already been defeated, and that I'd given up before I begun anyway, so walk away.
Thinking about it, walking away is the easy option. Forgetting about a few bits sometimes seems like bliss. There are many times that I've sat and thought "I can't do this to myself anymore" but then the other part of me quickly chips in with "yes you can, it will be worth it in the long run".
But then, even if one chose to simply forget, at the point of making the effort to forget, then it would be just as difficult as continuing. I know, I've tried many times before. It hurts my head!!
I just want everything there to be hunky dory. That's it. But while it isn't I find myself agonising over it, and it's not really doing me any good. It's not doing me any harm either.
I'm momentarily stuck in a rut, and it's a pain in the.....butt!!
I'm in two minds whether to walk away or not. I don't want to at all, because that would mean I've given up, and that would mean I'd have to accept defeat. I don't want to accept defeat. But then, there is a part of me that says I've already been defeated, and that I'd given up before I begun anyway, so walk away.
Thinking about it, walking away is the easy option. Forgetting about a few bits sometimes seems like bliss. There are many times that I've sat and thought "I can't do this to myself anymore" but then the other part of me quickly chips in with "yes you can, it will be worth it in the long run".
But then, even if one chose to simply forget, at the point of making the effort to forget, then it would be just as difficult as continuing. I know, I've tried many times before. It hurts my head!!
I just want everything there to be hunky dory. That's it. But while it isn't I find myself agonising over it, and it's not really doing me any good. It's not doing me any harm either.
I'm momentarily stuck in a rut, and it's a pain in the.....butt!!
20 March 2008
Suspicious minds & a guilty conscience
I wonder what happens. Why when someone thinks something of you, be it true of false, you can be overwhelmed by a guilty conscience.
What starts it when something bad has not been done? When there's no real need to feel guilty.
For example when one it walking along and a policeman appears and so instantly feels that they have done something wrong, even if they have never done a bad thing in their lives.
What is it on the inside that makes us feel this way?
There are many things I am unable to do because my conscience gets in the way. I suppose it's a small something that has to be overcome...not just by me, but by everyone. Gahhhh, it's a toughie.
Do you apologise? But what would you apologise for? Apologise for nothing?
WHO KNOWS
What starts it when something bad has not been done? When there's no real need to feel guilty.
For example when one it walking along and a policeman appears and so instantly feels that they have done something wrong, even if they have never done a bad thing in their lives.
What is it on the inside that makes us feel this way?
There are many things I am unable to do because my conscience gets in the way. I suppose it's a small something that has to be overcome...not just by me, but by everyone. Gahhhh, it's a toughie.
Do you apologise? But what would you apologise for? Apologise for nothing?
WHO KNOWS
19 March 2008
Butterflies
I think having butterflies is the oddest of feelings. It's relatively indescribable, after all, who really knows what having really butterflies floating on the inside actually feels like. Due to the liquid floating around in the belly a butterfly wouldn't be able to fly, it's wings would likely be drenched in acid.
Nice spin I put on that. I wonder why the expression came about. I'm thinking about this butterflies thing, mostly because I keep having them/it. Every time my phone goes off, or someone appears online on my MSN, every time something happens where someone outside of my four walls contacts me. It's because everyone of them has the potential to be the one person I really want to hear from. And when I do hear from that person they are even worse. It's a mixture of nerves and excitement, and it grows all the time. Nerves because part of me feels that each time could be the last, excitement because I want to hear from this person.
It's an odd feeling, being completely torn between two emotions and not knowing why. Well I do know why. It's utterly bizarre, but an odd comfort. At least I know that I do have emotions.
18 March 2008
There has to be something more....
Than this!!
I can look at hypnosis, meditation and all this mind body and soul stuff for a long time, but occasionally I sit, and I look around me. It's when I look around me that frustration, though I generally keep it at bay, just gets to me.
I have spent the vast majority of the past week in my room, on my own, with a couple of exceptions of course. But I've sat and stared and contemplated. I'm surrounded by stuff. And technically with all this stuff that I have I should be happy, but I'm not. These four walls I am currently confined to, and everything contained within are no longer a true reflection of me. The majority of material possessions that once made me think I was happy and entertained, in reality never really did.
A child can have all the material possessions in the world, and all they really do is cover up a deeper underlying problem...or solution. As they get older this problem or solution will fester inside. My fear for them is that the problem gets bigger as it goes unnoticed, and the solution perhaps begins to disappear. Does this happen to everyone?
When you look at people that are living in poor communities, there is much more a sense of community spirit. People work together, they communicate, children have the ability to play, and though life sometimes looks bleak, they can appreciate all the minuscule things that happen, which Western people overlook.
I'm currently bubbling away in my head. What I understood last week no longer makes sense to me, and I am dying to get out and about, to go somewhere different, and just experience something outside of these four walls. I'm not talking about a trip to a pub or club to end up talking to people that I am uninterested in...what I mean is, I want to go somewhere, see something, do something. Just not the ordinary, everyday mundane rubbish.
It's a sorry, sad state of affairs when you don't really understand yourself anymore. To be fair though, I don't think I ever really understood myself anyway. I've always been the same, always had a desire to go and do something, but never really known what. As frustrated as I am, I know I only have 18 months left before I can go away and travel properly...and 18 months isn't that long in the grand scheme of things, but at this moment in time it's a long way.
Another thing that has been bugging me for the past few days comes from a question presented to me by the amazingness a few days ago. He asked two questions actually. The first was what do I think is my best feature, and the second was what do I have to offer someone. Neither of which I could answer. Because I don't really know. But then does anyone? This is the thing I wonder. If I had not spent the majority of my childhood surrounded by material possessions and getting everything I wanted, would I be where I am now? Would I be more wise? Would I in effect actually be able to pinpoint what I have to offer? Or what my qualities are? Would the qualities and offering be different? Would they be better? More plentiful?
It doesn't really matter, for what is done is done, and what isn't isn't. The thing I want to know is, would things be different, or would these problems and solutions be there even if the whole life had been lead differently? It's just one of the many questions that I have, that seems to be ever growing the longer I sit and contemplate.
I need to get out, and I need to get out soon. Anywhere really, just not your average getting out!
There are many things to look forward to, and though the journey may seem long, the wait will make it more worthwhile. I do not know this for sure, but I have hope....and with hope one can achieve a whole lot more!!
I can look at hypnosis, meditation and all this mind body and soul stuff for a long time, but occasionally I sit, and I look around me. It's when I look around me that frustration, though I generally keep it at bay, just gets to me.
I have spent the vast majority of the past week in my room, on my own, with a couple of exceptions of course. But I've sat and stared and contemplated. I'm surrounded by stuff. And technically with all this stuff that I have I should be happy, but I'm not. These four walls I am currently confined to, and everything contained within are no longer a true reflection of me. The majority of material possessions that once made me think I was happy and entertained, in reality never really did.
A child can have all the material possessions in the world, and all they really do is cover up a deeper underlying problem...or solution. As they get older this problem or solution will fester inside. My fear for them is that the problem gets bigger as it goes unnoticed, and the solution perhaps begins to disappear. Does this happen to everyone?
When you look at people that are living in poor communities, there is much more a sense of community spirit. People work together, they communicate, children have the ability to play, and though life sometimes looks bleak, they can appreciate all the minuscule things that happen, which Western people overlook.
I'm currently bubbling away in my head. What I understood last week no longer makes sense to me, and I am dying to get out and about, to go somewhere different, and just experience something outside of these four walls. I'm not talking about a trip to a pub or club to end up talking to people that I am uninterested in...what I mean is, I want to go somewhere, see something, do something. Just not the ordinary, everyday mundane rubbish.
It's a sorry, sad state of affairs when you don't really understand yourself anymore. To be fair though, I don't think I ever really understood myself anyway. I've always been the same, always had a desire to go and do something, but never really known what. As frustrated as I am, I know I only have 18 months left before I can go away and travel properly...and 18 months isn't that long in the grand scheme of things, but at this moment in time it's a long way.
Another thing that has been bugging me for the past few days comes from a question presented to me by the amazingness a few days ago. He asked two questions actually. The first was what do I think is my best feature, and the second was what do I have to offer someone. Neither of which I could answer. Because I don't really know. But then does anyone? This is the thing I wonder. If I had not spent the majority of my childhood surrounded by material possessions and getting everything I wanted, would I be where I am now? Would I be more wise? Would I in effect actually be able to pinpoint what I have to offer? Or what my qualities are? Would the qualities and offering be different? Would they be better? More plentiful?
It doesn't really matter, for what is done is done, and what isn't isn't. The thing I want to know is, would things be different, or would these problems and solutions be there even if the whole life had been lead differently? It's just one of the many questions that I have, that seems to be ever growing the longer I sit and contemplate.
I need to get out, and I need to get out soon. Anywhere really, just not your average getting out!
There are many things to look forward to, and though the journey may seem long, the wait will make it more worthwhile. I do not know this for sure, but I have hope....and with hope one can achieve a whole lot more!!
17 March 2008
A dove story
In May my family will have lived in the same house for 10 years. We have already lived here longer than we have in any other house. But 10 years is like a mile-stone for my parents, who succeed in decorating the same rooms a couple of times, get bored, and move on for new rooms to decorate.
Ever since I can remember our everyday lives have been watched. The family have been watched by a pair of doves. Doves that seem to like us and our fence. They are collared doves, and a very nice couple if you ask me. They seem to be very loving, and always very close together, sort of cuddling on the fence, as if watching my family were like watching a romance film at the cinema.
If they are not on the fence, they can be heard cooing in the front room as often they'll sit on top of the chimney in cold weather and get the heat from the house. Either that, or, as is customary to do during the summer months, sitting on my window in the very early hours of the morning cooing at me, like an alarm clock.
While I don't enjoy the company of the doves at early o'clock, at other times of the day I'll happily watch back. There is something somewhat peaceful about them. It's no wonder that white ones, presumably because white and pure go together, have become a symbolic representation of peace. Doves are also a symbol of the holy spirit in the New Testament.
I am no bird expert, but it appears that doves meet each other, mate, and stay together forever. Both the male and females incubate the eggs. They share baby raising duties, and when the babies leave the nest, the male and female stick together.
When you look at them leading their peaceful lives, sitting on the fence, observing the world around them, wrapped up in love of a sort, why people can't be more like that. Why people spend so much time watching others to judge. Hurt others......
We can learn a lot by watching doves. A glorious bird of nature.
Ever since I can remember our everyday lives have been watched. The family have been watched by a pair of doves. Doves that seem to like us and our fence. They are collared doves, and a very nice couple if you ask me. They seem to be very loving, and always very close together, sort of cuddling on the fence, as if watching my family were like watching a romance film at the cinema.
If they are not on the fence, they can be heard cooing in the front room as often they'll sit on top of the chimney in cold weather and get the heat from the house. Either that, or, as is customary to do during the summer months, sitting on my window in the very early hours of the morning cooing at me, like an alarm clock.
While I don't enjoy the company of the doves at early o'clock, at other times of the day I'll happily watch back. There is something somewhat peaceful about them. It's no wonder that white ones, presumably because white and pure go together, have become a symbolic representation of peace. Doves are also a symbol of the holy spirit in the New Testament.
I am no bird expert, but it appears that doves meet each other, mate, and stay together forever. Both the male and females incubate the eggs. They share baby raising duties, and when the babies leave the nest, the male and female stick together.
When you look at them leading their peaceful lives, sitting on the fence, observing the world around them, wrapped up in love of a sort, why people can't be more like that. Why people spend so much time watching others to judge. Hurt others......
We can learn a lot by watching doves. A glorious bird of nature.
16 March 2008
Theme for the week......peace
Peace seems to have enetered into my little head today, and I thought I'd give it a little mention on here. It's my theme for the week.
Of course peace is very important to a lot of people. I once read that because there is so much trouble in people's lives they continue to manifest trouble. I have a feeling that the more trouble a person manifest for themselves, the more trouble they manifest in general.
War for example. In this day and age, people, so we are told, are increasingly coming into contact with trials and tribulations as part of "normal" everyday life. So many people cannot switch off from a hard day in the office. They take problems home with them, and then at home there continues to be problems. But if everyone has an impact on the universe, and the cosmic order of things, that negativity on a small scale, well.....that breeds and manifests. If the universe collectively holds many negative thoughts, then what will come back from it will be negative on a rather large scale.
The only way really to combat such things is for people to try to turn their lives around. Stop applying pressure to themselves. Why work your way up the career ladder if you can't handle the pressure.
Too many people are career-minded. There are people that are at the office from the small hours of the morning to very late at night, and hardly see their families, the people that love and care for them. And when they do come home they are probably thinking way too much about work anyway. This can lea to frustration, and even though a person may think that they are happy....well they are more than likely not.
Basic principle is that we are in a world, particularly Western world, of negativity. Always being told we are not good enough. It's the negatives that people point out to you. How often do you get told you've done something right? What about wrong?
Even the computer. It only tells you when you are doing something wrong. You have to do something really good to get praise from anyone for anything. This generally puts people in a negative frame of mind and they wonder why they bother. I believe that a little effort goes a long way in a person.
Praise yourself. When you know you've done good work, reward yourself. Be it another coffee, a bar of chocolate, a crafty pint after work, a shopping spree. You deserve it....think happy thoughts. The more happy thoughts being sent out, the more happiness comes back.
Smile at least once a day, and hold it for 30 seconds. When things go wrong, just smile. There's nothing you can do, it's already gone wrong. Accept it and carry on.
Eventually, enough happy thoughts will bring along peace. peace in ones-self, and peace on a grander scale.
Peace peace peace!!!!!!!!!!
Of course peace is very important to a lot of people. I once read that because there is so much trouble in people's lives they continue to manifest trouble. I have a feeling that the more trouble a person manifest for themselves, the more trouble they manifest in general.
War for example. In this day and age, people, so we are told, are increasingly coming into contact with trials and tribulations as part of "normal" everyday life. So many people cannot switch off from a hard day in the office. They take problems home with them, and then at home there continues to be problems. But if everyone has an impact on the universe, and the cosmic order of things, that negativity on a small scale, well.....that breeds and manifests. If the universe collectively holds many negative thoughts, then what will come back from it will be negative on a rather large scale.
The only way really to combat such things is for people to try to turn their lives around. Stop applying pressure to themselves. Why work your way up the career ladder if you can't handle the pressure.
Too many people are career-minded. There are people that are at the office from the small hours of the morning to very late at night, and hardly see their families, the people that love and care for them. And when they do come home they are probably thinking way too much about work anyway. This can lea to frustration, and even though a person may think that they are happy....well they are more than likely not.
Basic principle is that we are in a world, particularly Western world, of negativity. Always being told we are not good enough. It's the negatives that people point out to you. How often do you get told you've done something right? What about wrong?
Even the computer. It only tells you when you are doing something wrong. You have to do something really good to get praise from anyone for anything. This generally puts people in a negative frame of mind and they wonder why they bother. I believe that a little effort goes a long way in a person.
Praise yourself. When you know you've done good work, reward yourself. Be it another coffee, a bar of chocolate, a crafty pint after work, a shopping spree. You deserve it....think happy thoughts. The more happy thoughts being sent out, the more happiness comes back.
Smile at least once a day, and hold it for 30 seconds. When things go wrong, just smile. There's nothing you can do, it's already gone wrong. Accept it and carry on.
Eventually, enough happy thoughts will bring along peace. peace in ones-self, and peace on a grander scale.
Peace peace peace!!!!!!!!!!
13 March 2008
2p or not 2p
So while I was doing my highly exciting assignment yesterday I took to watching the budget.
Generally I couldn't care less about what the government say. After all, we all know that taxes are going to go up. It's no surprise when it does happen.
Yesterdays good news was that the 2p rise in tax on fuel will be postponed until October. Yes, that is about as good as it got. OAP's got another £50 a year to help with things like heating. Good for them.
I'm not one for politics, so not entirely sure how to express my opinion on it, so I shall just go with the flow.
Anyway I was watching Loose Women earlier. I dislike the program, but was waiting for mum, and it was quite an issue of debate on there. As was rightly pointed out is the extra £50 that OAPs get will hardly touch on the rising costs of living. especially gas and electricity prices, petrol prices etc.
It is the people in the middle classes of society who are hit the most.
The rise of 6% on alcohol.....is a so-called effort to reduce bing-drinking. Not going to happen. If you want to reduce binge-drink do away with alcohol entirely, or double the price.
11p on cigarettes.....to reduce people smoking.....if you want to reduce people smoking then double the price...or make it illegal.
Car Tax, petrol tax etc....to help the environment so less people will stop using their cars. If you're really bothered double the tax on everything. Do away with roads. In fact, why bother, just make cars illegal too.
It's a lie.
The government has no money. Therefore they don't really want to stop people drinking, smoking and using their cars.....it's how they make their money. It's just a scam. Somethig that not enough people question. We all just take their word for it. Think they are going to do brilliant things with the extra cash. Truth be known, all they really want is a pay-rise.
Generally I couldn't care less about what the government say. After all, we all know that taxes are going to go up. It's no surprise when it does happen.
Yesterdays good news was that the 2p rise in tax on fuel will be postponed until October. Yes, that is about as good as it got. OAP's got another £50 a year to help with things like heating. Good for them.
I'm not one for politics, so not entirely sure how to express my opinion on it, so I shall just go with the flow.
Anyway I was watching Loose Women earlier. I dislike the program, but was waiting for mum, and it was quite an issue of debate on there. As was rightly pointed out is the extra £50 that OAPs get will hardly touch on the rising costs of living. especially gas and electricity prices, petrol prices etc.
It is the people in the middle classes of society who are hit the most.
The rise of 6% on alcohol.....is a so-called effort to reduce bing-drinking. Not going to happen. If you want to reduce binge-drink do away with alcohol entirely, or double the price.
11p on cigarettes.....to reduce people smoking.....if you want to reduce people smoking then double the price...or make it illegal.
Car Tax, petrol tax etc....to help the environment so less people will stop using their cars. If you're really bothered double the tax on everything. Do away with roads. In fact, why bother, just make cars illegal too.
It's a lie.
The government has no money. Therefore they don't really want to stop people drinking, smoking and using their cars.....it's how they make their money. It's just a scam. Somethig that not enough people question. We all just take their word for it. Think they are going to do brilliant things with the extra cash. Truth be known, all they really want is a pay-rise.
A rush of blood to the head...
Describe it. Describe it with as much descriptive language as you can.....you can't.
Language is evolving. It always has, it always will. It's language that has got us where we are, and yet in language we are so limited. There are so many thoughts and feelings that cannot be expressed simply by language. It's these times that actions speak louder than words...but then when you have niggling doubts about which action to take, well what do you do? How do you tell what is intuition from rational/irrational thought.
Go with what popped up first I guess?
Language is evolving. It always has, it always will. It's language that has got us where we are, and yet in language we are so limited. There are so many thoughts and feelings that cannot be expressed simply by language. It's these times that actions speak louder than words...but then when you have niggling doubts about which action to take, well what do you do? How do you tell what is intuition from rational/irrational thought.
Go with what popped up first I guess?
Would you if you could?
The first thing we discussed when Philosophy begun in October was about the "dream machine".
Essentially one would plug themselves into a programmed virtual reality, and essentially they'd be plugged in forever.
The dream machine would be programmed to a persons preferences, so that they have everything they ever wanted, on a personal level and a world level. Would you live in an altered reality forever?
It has to be said that we do already. Who really knows what is real and what isn't? I don't even believe that I am real, or my thoughts are real. The people around me amaze and astound me, and yet they are not real. Nothing is real. What I do wonder though, if everything is just a figment of the imagination, why things seem to have such a big effect on a person.
The dream machiene would not bring experience with it. Who wants to be permanently happy? The varied change in experience of our lives surely is a key to development. If there were no challenges, would there really be anything to live for? Where's the fun in that? And would a person get bored of being continuously happy? And had you not experienced sorrow, would it be real happy? For how can one truly experience ecstasy without experiencing pain and suffering?
I can understand why a person would want to live a happy life. But surely in effect the dream machine would be based on material possessions. The majority of people, at a guess, would firstly think abotu their benefits when programming their new reality. The house/car/man/woman/job they always wanted. How many people who did the programming would say my reality will be that of living in poverty in Africa. Would they even spare a thought for those in poverty? World peace is often at the tip of people's tongue, it makes them sound good after all. Ask someone what in particular they mean by this, they will probably tell you something about ending war. Is living in poverty and experiencing suffering daily living in peace?
Peace is found in the heart. You can't find it if you experience only happiness. World peace begins by finding peace in one's heart, and to find that, one must experience all that can be experienced on a roller coaster of life. Seemingly wrong decisions are just as necessary as ones that are right.
There are so many people roaming now, who spend so much time trying to work out who they are. For most people it seems the way to finding who you are is by finding what you are not. Just ask....if you don't know what you are, how can you know what you are not? You are everything and nothing. Rather than wasting so much time trying to work out who you are, or who you are not, just forget about it and simply be.
Essentially one would plug themselves into a programmed virtual reality, and essentially they'd be plugged in forever.
The dream machine would be programmed to a persons preferences, so that they have everything they ever wanted, on a personal level and a world level. Would you live in an altered reality forever?
It has to be said that we do already. Who really knows what is real and what isn't? I don't even believe that I am real, or my thoughts are real. The people around me amaze and astound me, and yet they are not real. Nothing is real. What I do wonder though, if everything is just a figment of the imagination, why things seem to have such a big effect on a person.
The dream machiene would not bring experience with it. Who wants to be permanently happy? The varied change in experience of our lives surely is a key to development. If there were no challenges, would there really be anything to live for? Where's the fun in that? And would a person get bored of being continuously happy? And had you not experienced sorrow, would it be real happy? For how can one truly experience ecstasy without experiencing pain and suffering?
I can understand why a person would want to live a happy life. But surely in effect the dream machine would be based on material possessions. The majority of people, at a guess, would firstly think abotu their benefits when programming their new reality. The house/car/man/woman/job they always wanted. How many people who did the programming would say my reality will be that of living in poverty in Africa. Would they even spare a thought for those in poverty? World peace is often at the tip of people's tongue, it makes them sound good after all. Ask someone what in particular they mean by this, they will probably tell you something about ending war. Is living in poverty and experiencing suffering daily living in peace?
Peace is found in the heart. You can't find it if you experience only happiness. World peace begins by finding peace in one's heart, and to find that, one must experience all that can be experienced on a roller coaster of life. Seemingly wrong decisions are just as necessary as ones that are right.
There are so many people roaming now, who spend so much time trying to work out who they are. For most people it seems the way to finding who you are is by finding what you are not. Just ask....if you don't know what you are, how can you know what you are not? You are everything and nothing. Rather than wasting so much time trying to work out who you are, or who you are not, just forget about it and simply be.
11 March 2008
Fears
I wrote this at 1.26 in the morning on 8th March. If I was reading this and giving my take on it, I'd come up with something very different from what I meant. If you've got any ideas as to what it's about.....feel free to let me know.
Floating on a cloud,
Wondering to nowhere,
Pondering on nothing.
Superficial fears we hold
All the fears of weird.
People, places and unfamiliar territory,
But of what is there to be scared?
You asked an easy question,
I do not know the answer.
I've pondered, yet nothing,
Deeply embedded nonsense
Ask and you shall gain
On most occasions.
The biggest fear it seems
Is lying in a dream.
Panic is odd
Why does it happen?
Circumstances beyond everyday monotony
Emotions run riot
Though they aren't even there.
This is not fear
It's absolute absurdity!
Hiding from nothing
Running from no-one
Problems arise times after time.
Tackle each one like a fly
With a spray.
Fear isn't the word
Emptiness is all that's there.
Afraid to let the shine out.
Amazingness......this was a response to your question. And the answer I have come up with.....when I really really really think hard about it....is nothing. Any that I do have are very much superficial. I have mu hang-ups, stupid things, I am aware.
I have given this poetry thing a go a couple of times. well....three. I didn't think....I just wrote.
Floating on a cloud,
Wondering to nowhere,
Pondering on nothing.
Superficial fears we hold
All the fears of weird.
People, places and unfamiliar territory,
But of what is there to be scared?
You asked an easy question,
I do not know the answer.
I've pondered, yet nothing,
Deeply embedded nonsense
Ask and you shall gain
On most occasions.
The biggest fear it seems
Is lying in a dream.
Panic is odd
Why does it happen?
Circumstances beyond everyday monotony
Emotions run riot
Though they aren't even there.
This is not fear
It's absolute absurdity!
Hiding from nothing
Running from no-one
Problems arise times after time.
Tackle each one like a fly
With a spray.
Fear isn't the word
Emptiness is all that's there.
Afraid to let the shine out.
Amazingness......this was a response to your question. And the answer I have come up with.....when I really really really think hard about it....is nothing. Any that I do have are very much superficial. I have mu hang-ups, stupid things, I am aware.
I have given this poetry thing a go a couple of times. well....three. I didn't think....I just wrote.
A celebration of procrastination take 2
I am still procrastinating by the way.
What the amazingness was talking to me about was the ego. The ego is written about in the ebook mentioned in the previous blog post. The ego of course can get in the way of enlightenment. Or it can make way for some enlightenment, but one needs to be released from the ego in order to achieve full spiritual enlightenment.
I had watched a video on YouTube a couple of days earlier which was possibly about the ego. Make of it what you will. I will write another blog on my interpretation of the video.
Anyway, I pondered, and I sent this to the mind behind the wheres my guru website, with my take on what I had watched. She has frequently filled my days with syncronicities over the past couple of weeks, so I thought the video would be well shared with her. In her reply she told me her take on the video, and how she feels that it is about the ego. She also explained that she had been writing an email to all before she read what I had to say and the video, and funnily enough, this was about the ego. Therefore I gave her a syncronicity.
Syncronicities all around at the moment.
I hope the amazingness is ok.
What the amazingness was talking to me about was the ego. The ego is written about in the ebook mentioned in the previous blog post. The ego of course can get in the way of enlightenment. Or it can make way for some enlightenment, but one needs to be released from the ego in order to achieve full spiritual enlightenment.
I had watched a video on YouTube a couple of days earlier which was possibly about the ego. Make of it what you will. I will write another blog on my interpretation of the video.
Anyway, I pondered, and I sent this to the mind behind the wheres my guru website, with my take on what I had watched. She has frequently filled my days with syncronicities over the past couple of weeks, so I thought the video would be well shared with her. In her reply she told me her take on the video, and how she feels that it is about the ego. She also explained that she had been writing an email to all before she read what I had to say and the video, and funnily enough, this was about the ego. Therefore I gave her a syncronicity.
Syncronicities all around at the moment.
I hope the amazingness is ok.
A celebration of procrastination
Well, that's what the weekend was about. Procrastinating.
I said the other day that I wish to finish Uni with at least a 2:1 level degree. I didn't say that I couldn't procrastinate. Procrastinating is a skill, and a gift as I see it now. There are many things that I would not ever do if it was for procrastinating. So much stuff I wouldn't have learned. So I thank the element of procrastination held within me somewhere.
I feel that the majority of people procrastinate. I wonder if anyone ever really wonders why. It's when there is something that has to be done that one is not interested in when those who aren't generally in touch with their intuition let it take over. I procrastinate often, and often just make things up that I've got to do, like tidy, or buy chocolate. Sometimes though I actually manage to make a start on what needs to be done, this is when it kicks in. I can sometimes be found on Yahoo Answers. Particularly in the religion and spirituality section, and the erm....mental health section.
Religion and spirituality as some people ask the most fascinating of questions, and I am amazed at how closed-minded religion can make people. Many people do not see past their own religion to view the world in any other way. It saddens me in way that religion has the ability to make people who should be open-minded to possibility so very closed minded. I'm not saying that every religious person is, and I'm not saying that every non-religious person isn't. I'm sure in many cases it is also the other way around. I am just amazed by what I see and hear.
Mental health because I feel that the diagnosis' of mental health disorders have a lot to answer for. There are many questions that are asked by people, all feeling out of place and doing quirky things, and feel that as these actions are not generally perceived as "normal" they are indeed "mental". I like to write and try to let them know that they are not mental.
I have been in the presence of someone who felt that they were "going mental". I listened to them for along time, and stood by them. There were other people who couldn't comprehend things that this person was saying and doing, and turned their back. I didn't. If they were going mental, then so was I. I knew that they wasn't, because I knew that I wasn't. I never made an effort to reassure the person at the time that they were okay. So I'm making up for it now, and trying to reassure others that they are just as "normal" as everyone else and gifted too.
So the other day I made a post on a question. Some girl was trying to work out what religion she belonged to, or had beliefs close to for a school assignment. I answered and told her the following...
The best religion to believe in is the religion of you. You know how you feel, and you have your own mind. It angers me that schools seem to want everybody to belong to a certain group. You don't need to. If you want to, you can take pieces from all different religions and just believe in certain aspects....or you can believe in nothing.
The most important thing that anyone can believe in is them self and their own mind, as that is in essence the only thing that really exists.
The reason why kids get taught religion and not morals is because the "powerful people" can't control them if they have the sense to make up their own mind. That I believe is what you tell your teacher. You do not wish to conform to the control of society, culture and/or religion, but you plan to live your life the way you want to live it in your heart.
I also had a bit of a moan about teachers. For some reason a short while later I decided to check back and see whether anyone else had made a post since. The one that was posted after mine said this....
Visit this website
www.theawaitedone.com
if you feel these teachings are within you.Then you dont belong to any religion you belong to the religion of Love which is above all religions.
I went onto this website and a had a little scan read. Just to see what it was all about. Religion of love eh? Sounded a bit interesting so thought I'd see what it's all about. So I was looking, and decided to have a bit more of a look into Gohar Shahi, so I toodled off to Wikipedia, and read all about him....
I then went on to read about the organization he set up with his beliefs called
International Spiritual Movement Anjuman Serfaroshan-e-Islam and then ended up taking note of the fact that the origional website that I was looking at was taken from his ideas, but not actually a true account of these. So I went to the following website goharshahi.net
I went onto the book page and read the first of the two books from start to finish. It took me about 5 hours, but I made it. Just the reading was an accomplishment in itself, but the ideas contained in the book are fascinating. WARNING: This should be read with a very open mind, as it possibly goes against most of everything you think you know.
I did question after about 4 hours whether I was actually interested, because there was a lot I didn't understand. Still I continued to read. This thought I believe to have been a test to me. I was procrastinating, and to procrastinate I was reading. I'm not a fan of reading at all, and even less of a fan of reading off a computer screen. So yes I was interested. And during the read I began texting the amazingness, and as it turns out, what he was doing at home, and what I was reading were very much connected.
The book talks about stages of enlightenment and the spheres and spirits that the body holds. It's very fascinating stuff.
On to A celebration of procrastination take 2.....
I said the other day that I wish to finish Uni with at least a 2:1 level degree. I didn't say that I couldn't procrastinate. Procrastinating is a skill, and a gift as I see it now. There are many things that I would not ever do if it was for procrastinating. So much stuff I wouldn't have learned. So I thank the element of procrastination held within me somewhere.
I feel that the majority of people procrastinate. I wonder if anyone ever really wonders why. It's when there is something that has to be done that one is not interested in when those who aren't generally in touch with their intuition let it take over. I procrastinate often, and often just make things up that I've got to do, like tidy, or buy chocolate. Sometimes though I actually manage to make a start on what needs to be done, this is when it kicks in. I can sometimes be found on Yahoo Answers. Particularly in the religion and spirituality section, and the erm....mental health section.
Religion and spirituality as some people ask the most fascinating of questions, and I am amazed at how closed-minded religion can make people. Many people do not see past their own religion to view the world in any other way. It saddens me in way that religion has the ability to make people who should be open-minded to possibility so very closed minded. I'm not saying that every religious person is, and I'm not saying that every non-religious person isn't. I'm sure in many cases it is also the other way around. I am just amazed by what I see and hear.
Mental health because I feel that the diagnosis' of mental health disorders have a lot to answer for. There are many questions that are asked by people, all feeling out of place and doing quirky things, and feel that as these actions are not generally perceived as "normal" they are indeed "mental". I like to write and try to let them know that they are not mental.
I have been in the presence of someone who felt that they were "going mental". I listened to them for along time, and stood by them. There were other people who couldn't comprehend things that this person was saying and doing, and turned their back. I didn't. If they were going mental, then so was I. I knew that they wasn't, because I knew that I wasn't. I never made an effort to reassure the person at the time that they were okay. So I'm making up for it now, and trying to reassure others that they are just as "normal" as everyone else and gifted too.
So the other day I made a post on a question. Some girl was trying to work out what religion she belonged to, or had beliefs close to for a school assignment. I answered and told her the following...
The best religion to believe in is the religion of you. You know how you feel, and you have your own mind. It angers me that schools seem to want everybody to belong to a certain group. You don't need to. If you want to, you can take pieces from all different religions and just believe in certain aspects....or you can believe in nothing.
The most important thing that anyone can believe in is them self and their own mind, as that is in essence the only thing that really exists.
The reason why kids get taught religion and not morals is because the "powerful people" can't control them if they have the sense to make up their own mind. That I believe is what you tell your teacher. You do not wish to conform to the control of society, culture and/or religion, but you plan to live your life the way you want to live it in your heart.
I also had a bit of a moan about teachers. For some reason a short while later I decided to check back and see whether anyone else had made a post since. The one that was posted after mine said this....
Visit this website
www.theawaitedone.com
if you feel these teachings are within you.Then you dont belong to any religion you belong to the religion of Love which is above all religions.
I went onto this website and a had a little scan read. Just to see what it was all about. Religion of love eh? Sounded a bit interesting so thought I'd see what it's all about. So I was looking, and decided to have a bit more of a look into Gohar Shahi, so I toodled off to Wikipedia, and read all about him....
I then went on to read about the organization he set up with his beliefs called
International Spiritual Movement Anjuman Serfaroshan-e-Islam and then ended up taking note of the fact that the origional website that I was looking at was taken from his ideas, but not actually a true account of these. So I went to the following website goharshahi.net
I went onto the book page and read the first of the two books from start to finish. It took me about 5 hours, but I made it. Just the reading was an accomplishment in itself, but the ideas contained in the book are fascinating. WARNING: This should be read with a very open mind, as it possibly goes against most of everything you think you know.
I did question after about 4 hours whether I was actually interested, because there was a lot I didn't understand. Still I continued to read. This thought I believe to have been a test to me. I was procrastinating, and to procrastinate I was reading. I'm not a fan of reading at all, and even less of a fan of reading off a computer screen. So yes I was interested. And during the read I began texting the amazingness, and as it turns out, what he was doing at home, and what I was reading were very much connected.
The book talks about stages of enlightenment and the spheres and spirits that the body holds. It's very fascinating stuff.
On to A celebration of procrastination take 2.....
Blogging Hopes
I'm evaluating a multi-media course on blogging from the folks at Simpleology. For a while, they're letting you snag it for free if you post about it on your blog.
It covers:
- The best blogging techniques.
- How to get traffic to your blog.
- How to turn your blog into money.
I'll let you know what I think once I've had a chance to check it out. Meanwhile, go grab yours while it's still free.
I have no idea how things work or how they happen, but hey-ho, lets go see what it's all about :) yeeehar. Lets face it, I don't really want to make money out of doing something that I enjoy, but it would be nice for people to come along and see what I have to say. I am only one person, and I am possibly very bizarre in my thoughts, but that's part of the fun really.
8 March 2008
With intentions true
Well, I went ofr a walk with my Nan a short while ago and waffled about a lot of things. I moaned, about how people seem to be stuck in a rut, doing the same thing day in, day out, and bla bla bla. I've realied that even though I'm not doing the A'typical day to day stuff, I am still repeatedly doing things teh same every day.
Every day I start with the best of intentions to get some uni work done. I don't do it. I only tend to crack down on Uni work at the very last minute. I don't find it a pressure situation, but it is very repeating. I sit in my room day in, day out, and do absolutely nothing. Time, although made up, is passing me by, and rather than living in the moment, I'm living in the habit.
So I've got things that I intend to do. I don't just intend to do them, I am going to do them. Here's is my list, which I may add to on the odd occasion if anything extra comes up.
1. Walk at least 3 times a week for at least half an hour
- this means I get fresh air, and more of a chance to connect with nature, and life, and everything. Just breathing it in and feeling the air move around inside me.
2. Do something to help someone every day.
- Whether it's just listening to someone, answering a simple question, smiling at someone (smiles are infectious), doing something to help mum. It doesn't matter what it is, but to help someone not only makes them feel good, it makes me feel nice.
3. Finish Uni and get AT LEAST a 2:1 level degree.
- I'll have achieved something that some people never thought I could. This means that I can proove to myself that I was right to keep believing in myself, when others didn't think so. And know and believe in my hear that yes indeed I could.
4. Visit at least 50 different countries in my lifetime.
- Even those with cultures not so different from my own. No matter what culture and society is, and whether it's good for you or not, there are many different ones. I feel it is vitally impossible to experience as many different ways of life as possible. Visit as many sites, and witness as much of the goodness of nature as possible.
5. Laugh
- The ability to laugh is the best ability that the human mind offers. Laughing can do so much. It makes you feel liberated (is that the right word) and releases a lot of stresses in the body. Unnecessary stresses and tension I might add. Laughing is also infectious, and just maybe that
That's five to start. I do not wish to plan how or when I do such things, I just know that that's my intentions. And I shall carry out those to the best of my ability....my ability is infinite.
Now then, thinking about being stuck in a rut. I ventured on to you tube just a few moments ago, and typed in the search bar I've made a plan. The first video that popped up was a music video from a band called Simple Plan, the song is When I'm Gone. I thought I'd post the lyrics here, if you look and see you'll notice how they fit in with this blog. Happy days.....
Here's the video...
Here are the lyrics.....
I look around me
But all I seem to see
Is people going nowhere
Expecting sympathy
It's like we're going through the motions
Of a scripted destiny
Tell me where's our inspiration
If life won't wait
I guess it's up to me
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Procrastination running circles in my head
While you sit there contemplating
you'll wind up left for dead
Life is what happens
While you're busy making your excuses
Another day, another casualty
But that won't happen to me
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
(Let's go)
Won't look back
When I say goodbye
I'm gonna leave this hole behind me
Gonna take what's mine tonight
'cause every wasted day
Becomes a wasted chance
You're gonna wake up feeling sorry
'cause life won't wait
I guess it's up to you
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
See where they fit in? I don't personally thing the song itself is all that great, but hey, that's not the point.
Every day I start with the best of intentions to get some uni work done. I don't do it. I only tend to crack down on Uni work at the very last minute. I don't find it a pressure situation, but it is very repeating. I sit in my room day in, day out, and do absolutely nothing. Time, although made up, is passing me by, and rather than living in the moment, I'm living in the habit.
So I've got things that I intend to do. I don't just intend to do them, I am going to do them. Here's is my list, which I may add to on the odd occasion if anything extra comes up.
1. Walk at least 3 times a week for at least half an hour
- this means I get fresh air, and more of a chance to connect with nature, and life, and everything. Just breathing it in and feeling the air move around inside me.
2. Do something to help someone every day.
- Whether it's just listening to someone, answering a simple question, smiling at someone (smiles are infectious), doing something to help mum. It doesn't matter what it is, but to help someone not only makes them feel good, it makes me feel nice.
3. Finish Uni and get AT LEAST a 2:1 level degree.
- I'll have achieved something that some people never thought I could. This means that I can proove to myself that I was right to keep believing in myself, when others didn't think so. And know and believe in my hear that yes indeed I could.
4. Visit at least 50 different countries in my lifetime.
- Even those with cultures not so different from my own. No matter what culture and society is, and whether it's good for you or not, there are many different ones. I feel it is vitally impossible to experience as many different ways of life as possible. Visit as many sites, and witness as much of the goodness of nature as possible.
5. Laugh
- The ability to laugh is the best ability that the human mind offers. Laughing can do so much. It makes you feel liberated (is that the right word) and releases a lot of stresses in the body. Unnecessary stresses and tension I might add. Laughing is also infectious, and just maybe that
That's five to start. I do not wish to plan how or when I do such things, I just know that that's my intentions. And I shall carry out those to the best of my ability....my ability is infinite.
Now then, thinking about being stuck in a rut. I ventured on to you tube just a few moments ago, and typed in the search bar I've made a plan. The first video that popped up was a music video from a band called Simple Plan, the song is When I'm Gone. I thought I'd post the lyrics here, if you look and see you'll notice how they fit in with this blog. Happy days.....
Here's the video...
Here are the lyrics.....
I look around me
But all I seem to see
Is people going nowhere
Expecting sympathy
It's like we're going through the motions
Of a scripted destiny
Tell me where's our inspiration
If life won't wait
I guess it's up to me
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Procrastination running circles in my head
While you sit there contemplating
you'll wind up left for dead
Life is what happens
While you're busy making your excuses
Another day, another casualty
But that won't happen to me
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
(Let's go)
Won't look back
When I say goodbye
I'm gonna leave this hole behind me
Gonna take what's mine tonight
'cause every wasted day
Becomes a wasted chance
You're gonna wake up feeling sorry
'cause life won't wait
I guess it's up to you
Whoah
No we're not gonna waste another moment in this town
Whoah
We wont come back, the world is coming out
Whoah
Leave the past in the past gonna find the future
And misery loves company
Well so long
You'll miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
See where they fit in? I don't personally thing the song itself is all that great, but hey, that's not the point.
6 March 2008
You're my best friend
I was chatting to a friend of mine on MSN today, someone I've not spoken to for quite some time, but he thought he'd say hello. After a while we got talking about recent events. He expressed a thought that I should be around friend. I told him, I'm alright here on my own, it's nice to have my own time and spend it how I wish. Following on from that I told him that I have my best friend here with me anyway.
My best friend comes in the form of Diddy Bunny. My oldest friend. He's a teddy rabbit. I realized while chatting to this friend what a nut case I must have been as a child (and to some extent I still am).
I got Diddy Bunny when I was 5, I had a party in which I had to throw away my dummy. I was very attached to it, but I went to throw it in the bin at my childminders, and when I came back to the table the fairies had left me a present. I unwrapped it, and inside was a lovely fluffy rabbit. I called him Diddy Bunny. We called dummies diddies, and this worked very well. It was tough parting from my diddy...I remember how much I loved it, and how comforting it was.
Diddy Bunny though was then in a league of his own. He was fluffy, had sticky-up ears, an extra fluffy tail, and a tickle hole. For ages I didn't let him leave my side, and eventually his fluffy tale became less fluffy, and after a lot of nighttime cuddles his ears flopped, but to me that just made him even cuter. Ever since we've been pretty close. I've shared everything with him. Told him all my problems, and he's always offered good advice.
I remembered something I used to do when I was a kid. I grew up quite late, if I've grown up at all, and probably did this until after I left school, which is quite embarrassing, but hey, who cares? I used to tell him everything, and when I was a bit younger I believed that all my teddies were alive. I gave them all names, and was always very careful not to say anything nasty to them. I believed that they were real, and played games and had parties when I was out of the room, or when I was asleep. That was how most of them ended up on the floor in the morning. I used to pretend I was asleep to try to catch them, but I never did. They aren't stupid. They layed on my bed every night, they could tell when I was asleep and when I was awake.
I also used to use diddy bunny in the decision making process. Those were the days. Not anything major, usually something to do with a boy. Most commonly asking if they liked me or not. I was shy bean back then too, and while the answer he gave never actually made me do anything it was nice to have. When I went to sleep I'd ask Diddy Bunny a yes or no question, and go to sleep on my back, he's be on my chest and I'd cuddle him right tight. Depending whether he was on the left or right side of me when I woke up in the morning would give me my answer.
I still believe that Diddy Bunny is real. He is I suppose, it just depends on your definition of real. What makes me think this more than anything is that we have been separated for the past 2 years. When my room was decorated I had to put everything away in the loft. I thought I didn't put him up, because I couldn't bare to put him in a bin-liner. I thought when it was all done and everything was back in that he'd somehow gone...he was no where to be seen, and despite my best efforts I could not find him. I spend many evenings thinking about him, where he'd got to, what he was doing, if some other child had maybe found him and was giving the same amount of comfort to them. It never stopped me missing him though.
I was mooching around in the loft last week, trying to find my quilt of all things, and was getting hold of every bin-liner that I could and testing them out to see whether my quilt was in one. I them picked up a bag full of teddies. They were all put up there when my room was done, I knew those ones wouldn't mind too much, so they were okay to go up there, hey that way they could party all day every day right? I grabbed the bin liner and ripped it open, and there in front of me was my Diddy Bunny.
It's like we do have some extraordinary bond though. And yes, this is a teddy, I know it sounds bizarre, but he's been with me since a young age. A lot of tears and happiness have gone into him, he's as much as part of me and my life as anything else. So I believe in my heart that he's real. And my reason for believing that we do have a bond, is that he's come back to me just when I am trying to find out what I need to find out.
When I need to talk to someone he'll be there. When I need to cry he'll cry with me, and when I want to laugh he'll laugh along with me. It's the first time in a while that we'll have had the opportunity to do such things, and so it will all be good.
My best friend comes in the form of Diddy Bunny. My oldest friend. He's a teddy rabbit. I realized while chatting to this friend what a nut case I must have been as a child (and to some extent I still am).
I got Diddy Bunny when I was 5, I had a party in which I had to throw away my dummy. I was very attached to it, but I went to throw it in the bin at my childminders, and when I came back to the table the fairies had left me a present. I unwrapped it, and inside was a lovely fluffy rabbit. I called him Diddy Bunny. We called dummies diddies, and this worked very well. It was tough parting from my diddy...I remember how much I loved it, and how comforting it was.
Diddy Bunny though was then in a league of his own. He was fluffy, had sticky-up ears, an extra fluffy tail, and a tickle hole. For ages I didn't let him leave my side, and eventually his fluffy tale became less fluffy, and after a lot of nighttime cuddles his ears flopped, but to me that just made him even cuter. Ever since we've been pretty close. I've shared everything with him. Told him all my problems, and he's always offered good advice.
I remembered something I used to do when I was a kid. I grew up quite late, if I've grown up at all, and probably did this until after I left school, which is quite embarrassing, but hey, who cares? I used to tell him everything, and when I was a bit younger I believed that all my teddies were alive. I gave them all names, and was always very careful not to say anything nasty to them. I believed that they were real, and played games and had parties when I was out of the room, or when I was asleep. That was how most of them ended up on the floor in the morning. I used to pretend I was asleep to try to catch them, but I never did. They aren't stupid. They layed on my bed every night, they could tell when I was asleep and when I was awake.
I also used to use diddy bunny in the decision making process. Those were the days. Not anything major, usually something to do with a boy. Most commonly asking if they liked me or not. I was shy bean back then too, and while the answer he gave never actually made me do anything it was nice to have. When I went to sleep I'd ask Diddy Bunny a yes or no question, and go to sleep on my back, he's be on my chest and I'd cuddle him right tight. Depending whether he was on the left or right side of me when I woke up in the morning would give me my answer.
I still believe that Diddy Bunny is real. He is I suppose, it just depends on your definition of real. What makes me think this more than anything is that we have been separated for the past 2 years. When my room was decorated I had to put everything away in the loft. I thought I didn't put him up, because I couldn't bare to put him in a bin-liner. I thought when it was all done and everything was back in that he'd somehow gone...he was no where to be seen, and despite my best efforts I could not find him. I spend many evenings thinking about him, where he'd got to, what he was doing, if some other child had maybe found him and was giving the same amount of comfort to them. It never stopped me missing him though.
I was mooching around in the loft last week, trying to find my quilt of all things, and was getting hold of every bin-liner that I could and testing them out to see whether my quilt was in one. I them picked up a bag full of teddies. They were all put up there when my room was done, I knew those ones wouldn't mind too much, so they were okay to go up there, hey that way they could party all day every day right? I grabbed the bin liner and ripped it open, and there in front of me was my Diddy Bunny.
It's like we do have some extraordinary bond though. And yes, this is a teddy, I know it sounds bizarre, but he's been with me since a young age. A lot of tears and happiness have gone into him, he's as much as part of me and my life as anything else. So I believe in my heart that he's real. And my reason for believing that we do have a bond, is that he's come back to me just when I am trying to find out what I need to find out.
When I need to talk to someone he'll be there. When I need to cry he'll cry with me, and when I want to laugh he'll laugh along with me. It's the first time in a while that we'll have had the opportunity to do such things, and so it will all be good.
What a remarkable chap
This morning I've watched another one of those inspiring tales. It was about a guy called Johnny Kennedy, a sufferer of a rare skin condition called EB. Now I say he was a sufferer, it looked incredibly painful, and was obviously not an idea way of living, but he didn't really suffer. He kept his chin up mostly, had a fantastic sense of humour and an incredible knack of telling it as it is. It seems to me that through his illness he was more alive than the vast majority of people.
I'm posting the documentary on here, because it's a truly fascinating story. Mum watched an blubbed all the way through. I simply watched and smiled. Even the sad bits, to watch the sad bits, and know that somone has gone through something like that forever and still manages to live life as full as they can gave me that very warm feeling.
So...... The boy whose skin fell off
Now then, if you don't see his story as remarkable, and this doesn't give you a wonderful feeling.....I don't know what will. And by a wonderful feeling I mean a feeling that makes you apprecaite what you have and what's happening in your life. If someone liek Johnny can keep going against all the odds, then you can too. Be strong, stay positive, and don't let things get you down.
I'm posting the documentary on here, because it's a truly fascinating story. Mum watched an blubbed all the way through. I simply watched and smiled. Even the sad bits, to watch the sad bits, and know that somone has gone through something like that forever and still manages to live life as full as they can gave me that very warm feeling.
So...... The boy whose skin fell off
Now then, if you don't see his story as remarkable, and this doesn't give you a wonderful feeling.....I don't know what will. And by a wonderful feeling I mean a feeling that makes you apprecaite what you have and what's happening in your life. If someone liek Johnny can keep going against all the odds, then you can too. Be strong, stay positive, and don't let things get you down.
What would you do....
If your life was struck bare? Would you embrace it, or would you crumble at the first hurdle?
5 March 2008
Seeking aproval
The world is full of people and every single one of them is alone. I have started a blog in this way before, but I have something slightly more to say this time around.
Everyone is alone. Nobody realises though that this is how it should be. It's no bad thing at all. Because of course we are now in a world where everyone does things and seeks approval.
Even I am guilty of this. I've been seeking approval for so long. Approval is something I 've not ever had from my parents, but have always seeked. I didn't realise that I'd always seeked this, and I hadn't realised that I still do. It wasn't until I read the email I received yesterday from DailyOM about living for ourselves that I realised how much I did this, and was still wanting to do this with the amazingness.
In truth when it comes to the amazingness, I wish I didn't. I wish he was wrong about the father figure thing. While I always knew deep down that he was right, I partly couldn't believe that I saw him as a father figure, and every attachment I made to him was just me making it up. I do believe that now. I accept it. I accept that there are things that I want or need because I don't have that relationship with my parents that I want.
And I think to myself now. I think all I really want is someone to love me. And of course I don't know as that will ever happen now. I know that love is not what it seems, I now have first hand experience of this. It doesn't make the feeling go away, but I have accepted this, and thats a start.
So seeking approval then. All anyone ever really wants is a parent or loved one to support them, and tell them that they are proud. Some people never receive this in their lives, which is quite sad. Trouble is that nobody realises that this is a pretend need too.
I think the day my dad has faith in me that I will amount to something...thats the day that I will change for the better. While I see that this is a pretend need, I also know that I wouldn't be doing what I am doing if it wasn't for him. Thats not a bad thing by the way. I'm quite thankful. In 18 months I will be able to travel to my hearts content, and it's all I've wanted to do since I was 14. I probs wouldn't have done it the same way though.
It's why I always got excited though when the amazingness was not around, and something happened and I could share it with him. It was because it meant that I had a channel. Something that give me the opportunity to communicate with him on that higher level. And while we were communicating at that higher level, not only did it feel amazing, like something I've never felt anywhere before, but I really felt that I was doing something worthwhile and somebody recognized my mini achievements.
There I was seeking approval. And when I had a bit of realisation on Sunday I wanted to share this with the amazingness because I was seeking his approval. I wanted him to acknowledge my achievement. I don't want that anymore. I want to see him for a completely different reason altogether.
The amazingness is my angel. He's a massive blessing in disguise, and he's only in disguise because of my self absorbation. You see he's not in disguise at all. He's a blessing, thats it, and thats how it stays.
The fact of the matter is, I am dying for some love and affection. I'd like a kiss and a cuddle sometime. I like waking up next to someone with their bed hair. I like being with someone and devoting my time to them. I like the idea of things going well. But now I wonder if I will ever be able to really have it. I could no longer have someone love me for reasons that they don't realise. Mostly I cannot let myself fall back into that trap. I can't let a habit form again.
What does this mean? This means I want to cry. This means that I may never ever find someone who is free of pretend feelings. I don't want someone's pretend feelings. I want real feelings and real everything. and the hardest part....all of that has got to come from within me. I suppose the only way to get rid of the wanting of physical affection for now is to make a human sized pile of pillows and cuddle it until i can cuddle no more.
I no longer wish to seek approval. I wish to GET approval from within.
Everyone is alone. Nobody realises though that this is how it should be. It's no bad thing at all. Because of course we are now in a world where everyone does things and seeks approval.
Even I am guilty of this. I've been seeking approval for so long. Approval is something I 've not ever had from my parents, but have always seeked. I didn't realise that I'd always seeked this, and I hadn't realised that I still do. It wasn't until I read the email I received yesterday from DailyOM about living for ourselves that I realised how much I did this, and was still wanting to do this with the amazingness.
In truth when it comes to the amazingness, I wish I didn't. I wish he was wrong about the father figure thing. While I always knew deep down that he was right, I partly couldn't believe that I saw him as a father figure, and every attachment I made to him was just me making it up. I do believe that now. I accept it. I accept that there are things that I want or need because I don't have that relationship with my parents that I want.
And I think to myself now. I think all I really want is someone to love me. And of course I don't know as that will ever happen now. I know that love is not what it seems, I now have first hand experience of this. It doesn't make the feeling go away, but I have accepted this, and thats a start.
So seeking approval then. All anyone ever really wants is a parent or loved one to support them, and tell them that they are proud. Some people never receive this in their lives, which is quite sad. Trouble is that nobody realises that this is a pretend need too.
I think the day my dad has faith in me that I will amount to something...thats the day that I will change for the better. While I see that this is a pretend need, I also know that I wouldn't be doing what I am doing if it wasn't for him. Thats not a bad thing by the way. I'm quite thankful. In 18 months I will be able to travel to my hearts content, and it's all I've wanted to do since I was 14. I probs wouldn't have done it the same way though.
It's why I always got excited though when the amazingness was not around, and something happened and I could share it with him. It was because it meant that I had a channel. Something that give me the opportunity to communicate with him on that higher level. And while we were communicating at that higher level, not only did it feel amazing, like something I've never felt anywhere before, but I really felt that I was doing something worthwhile and somebody recognized my mini achievements.
There I was seeking approval. And when I had a bit of realisation on Sunday I wanted to share this with the amazingness because I was seeking his approval. I wanted him to acknowledge my achievement. I don't want that anymore. I want to see him for a completely different reason altogether.
The amazingness is my angel. He's a massive blessing in disguise, and he's only in disguise because of my self absorbation. You see he's not in disguise at all. He's a blessing, thats it, and thats how it stays.
The fact of the matter is, I am dying for some love and affection. I'd like a kiss and a cuddle sometime. I like waking up next to someone with their bed hair. I like being with someone and devoting my time to them. I like the idea of things going well. But now I wonder if I will ever be able to really have it. I could no longer have someone love me for reasons that they don't realise. Mostly I cannot let myself fall back into that trap. I can't let a habit form again.
What does this mean? This means I want to cry. This means that I may never ever find someone who is free of pretend feelings. I don't want someone's pretend feelings. I want real feelings and real everything. and the hardest part....all of that has got to come from within me. I suppose the only way to get rid of the wanting of physical affection for now is to make a human sized pile of pillows and cuddle it until i can cuddle no more.
I no longer wish to seek approval. I wish to GET approval from within.
I think so...
Again today I was thinking deep thoughts on the subject of the inner relationships, and outer relationships. This whole caring thing has really got me thinking The only things I have read over the past couple of weeks or so are things that have come to me via email, or links that have been sent, or caught my eye as I've been sifting through a whole load of other stuff. And yet over the past two or three days, EVERYTHING I have read has been what I have given a thought to. Yesterday I think I had one of the best syncronicities ever, I will share it when the time is right.
But I was thinking about how much I don't give...or do, but in the wrong way. I do the big gestures to make people feel good. This is the wrong ways to handle things. Big gestures of course make people feel loved and stuff, but then this only lasts a while, and then there is a comedown after wards, and they want more, but don't get it. I suppose it's a bit like the effects of drug-taking. Yes, that will be my analogy.
Someone who cares properly will be like a good drug. And by a good drug I mean will make those that they care about feel like they are on a never-ending high by doing a multitude of small things, with minimal negative effects. And while other people don't make people feel like this all the time, it does not mean that they don't care. It just means that they don't care in the way that the other person needs or wants. Thus no good. Love is the same thing, but don't let it trick you. If it does, if you let it, you'll be stuck in the cave forever.
I learned to believe in myself. Really, honestly, I am the only person that I can really totally believe in, because I am me. It is still important though to have faith in other people. The difficult part is deciding who to give that faith to. But then I think that something will let you know. It will let you know in weird and mysterious ways, and you'll just know.
Now then. On a level of caring, I shall make an effort to do it properly. No longer will I be so damn self absorbed, scared and awful. Where I find myself now, I wouldn't wish on anyone, but I do think it's going to be necessary for most people to get on with things. Am I really happy....no? Are you? Have I been happy recently? truth be told, no. I haven't really been for quite sometime, and it will be a while before I am. But you know what, I like where things are going. I like what's going on, and I like the fact that I can smile now, and know that next time things will be different, and quite possibly much much better.
But I was thinking about how much I don't give...or do, but in the wrong way. I do the big gestures to make people feel good. This is the wrong ways to handle things. Big gestures of course make people feel loved and stuff, but then this only lasts a while, and then there is a comedown after wards, and they want more, but don't get it. I suppose it's a bit like the effects of drug-taking. Yes, that will be my analogy.
Someone who cares properly will be like a good drug. And by a good drug I mean will make those that they care about feel like they are on a never-ending high by doing a multitude of small things, with minimal negative effects. And while other people don't make people feel like this all the time, it does not mean that they don't care. It just means that they don't care in the way that the other person needs or wants. Thus no good. Love is the same thing, but don't let it trick you. If it does, if you let it, you'll be stuck in the cave forever.
I learned to believe in myself. Really, honestly, I am the only person that I can really totally believe in, because I am me. It is still important though to have faith in other people. The difficult part is deciding who to give that faith to. But then I think that something will let you know. It will let you know in weird and mysterious ways, and you'll just know.
Now then. On a level of caring, I shall make an effort to do it properly. No longer will I be so damn self absorbed, scared and awful. Where I find myself now, I wouldn't wish on anyone, but I do think it's going to be necessary for most people to get on with things. Am I really happy....no? Are you? Have I been happy recently? truth be told, no. I haven't really been for quite sometime, and it will be a while before I am. But you know what, I like where things are going. I like what's going on, and I like the fact that I can smile now, and know that next time things will be different, and quite possibly much much better.
Is that what it's all about?
Well I've been thinking about this caring thing over the last few days. In fact I was thinking really about what I want to say. I have things I need to get off my chest to someone which have sort of been building for a day or so...now I'm venting my thoughts here....it's as good a place as any.
After a self-made incident on Sunday evening, I decided to do something about something, and basically did it the only way I could think of how.
Now I started reading some stuff. MSN conversation history if you must known. Anyway I was a bit upset with someone, and I thought at the time I could do without them. I decided that I wanted to make myself hate them, and that would be the way to do it. So I started reading, looking for everything derogatory that they ever said to me, and you know what, I couldn't find one thing. In fact I was horrified at some of the things I said.
The things I said were not horrible or malicious in any way, but they were not responses to the person. They did not even acknowledge the person. They were all me, talking about me, all the time. Even after the person had said how they were feeling, I still continued to babble about myself. I am now very aware that I am doing this, and over the past few days have stopped myself as soon as I have caught myself.
Yes, of course I am doing it now, I am very aware, but this is MY blog, so I think while I am exploring, it's allowed.
Anyway, the fact of the matter is that I was reading it, and was disgusted at myself for having done such a thing. I got to a point where I couldn't even read what I had responded. Instead I read all of the persons words over about a months period, and wondered to myself what dreamland I was living in. Hon on Earth could I not see this before, and mostly, I do not blame the person for what they do. The only thing they ever did really was care.
It has of course lead to a thought. CARING. Because I always had the best of intentions, I thought until Sunday that I did show my caring side. In "reality" I was very self-absorbed. This is something I hate being and am currently trying very very hard to stop doing. I had thought that I'd displayed a lot more things than I actually ever have.
Caring is a very odd action. And there are so many ways of caring, and so many ways to show it. Big things, small things, and very small things. Just a smile when it's needed, or a cuddle, or just finding the right words to say. Those are very small things.
I've thought long and had about it. While I've done big things, like lending money, and taking them away when I thought they needed a break, I've never done the small things. They ALWAYS have.
And then there was the viewpoint on everything I used to have, and I can't believe that a) it was only a year ago, and b) that was me.
I've made all these generalizations about people, and moaned about them lots, but I'm the same, and I suppose in some ways a whole lot worse. But as the Amazingness has said to me many-a-time, what you find fault in others you find fault in yourself. YES YES!! As ever, the amazingness was very right.
After a self-made incident on Sunday evening, I decided to do something about something, and basically did it the only way I could think of how.
Now I started reading some stuff. MSN conversation history if you must known. Anyway I was a bit upset with someone, and I thought at the time I could do without them. I decided that I wanted to make myself hate them, and that would be the way to do it. So I started reading, looking for everything derogatory that they ever said to me, and you know what, I couldn't find one thing. In fact I was horrified at some of the things I said.
The things I said were not horrible or malicious in any way, but they were not responses to the person. They did not even acknowledge the person. They were all me, talking about me, all the time. Even after the person had said how they were feeling, I still continued to babble about myself. I am now very aware that I am doing this, and over the past few days have stopped myself as soon as I have caught myself.
Yes, of course I am doing it now, I am very aware, but this is MY blog, so I think while I am exploring, it's allowed.
Anyway, the fact of the matter is that I was reading it, and was disgusted at myself for having done such a thing. I got to a point where I couldn't even read what I had responded. Instead I read all of the persons words over about a months period, and wondered to myself what dreamland I was living in. Hon on Earth could I not see this before, and mostly, I do not blame the person for what they do. The only thing they ever did really was care.
It has of course lead to a thought. CARING. Because I always had the best of intentions, I thought until Sunday that I did show my caring side. In "reality" I was very self-absorbed. This is something I hate being and am currently trying very very hard to stop doing. I had thought that I'd displayed a lot more things than I actually ever have.
Caring is a very odd action. And there are so many ways of caring, and so many ways to show it. Big things, small things, and very small things. Just a smile when it's needed, or a cuddle, or just finding the right words to say. Those are very small things.
I've thought long and had about it. While I've done big things, like lending money, and taking them away when I thought they needed a break, I've never done the small things. They ALWAYS have.
And then there was the viewpoint on everything I used to have, and I can't believe that a) it was only a year ago, and b) that was me.
I've made all these generalizations about people, and moaned about them lots, but I'm the same, and I suppose in some ways a whole lot worse. But as the Amazingness has said to me many-a-time, what you find fault in others you find fault in yourself. YES YES!! As ever, the amazingness was very right.
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