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From Pomoworld: Let it crumble

Everything is approaching its' pinnacle. These elections will be the biggest joke in history, we know that. These wars will accelerate and kill more, we know that. Our economy will collapse, we know that. Our whole solar system is rapidly changing, we know that. Our entire system of how we "live" here on our Mother Earth is crumbling, so let it crumble. Real change cannot come about if any part of the old system is left intact. So, let it crumble. Do not use your energy to focus on all the negativity and how fucked up it all is, rather see this as the necessary first step towards our new paradigm. It is through the upcoming chaos that a new time will arise. It may seem scary and hectic at points, but we know that we have the power of creation on our side. We are going with the flow of the cosmos, whereas "they" are going against it; we are clearly on the "winning side".

I personally know I am here to raise the human consciousness as much as possible before the shift, and that is what I'm trying to do. So as we move our focus away from the "victim" state and raise our vibrational rate by realizing that we have all the power within us to change whatever we like, the new paradigm will come into clearer view. I am not suggesting, however, that we just sit and meditate on happiness while people are outside screaming. Everyone of us who is aware of this process has the personal responsibility to "free" as many minds as possible. Not by force, of course, but by Love. Lead by example, as they say. Show them that we indeed have the power within us and that Love is the only Truth. The simple transition from "victim to victor" will do the trick. People need to know that they should not and need not rely on anyone else, for anything. Yes, some people seem "hopeless", but don't stress, it is not the quantity of consciousness, rather the quality. And the Law of Allowance comes into play here. Everyone has free will, so let them do as they want. You are simply a tool for them, and if they discard you now, then maybe the next time around they'll listen to some other form of you.

This is all covered in the book, "Handbook for the New Paradigm" which you can have sent to you for free at No More Hoax's.com
It's worth a look, and very well may change your life.

We are all points of awareness in the human consciousness, so lettuce try to encourage as many other points to become aware as possible, and that shall be our mission.

We ARE God, We ARE Creation, We ARE Love... so let's start acting like it.

The question following from this:

Do you or have you experienced this process to be hard on your mind as you let go of old ideas? I am learning new things and in the process am having alot of emotional fucked up ness.. excuse the word.. but if you read my blog .. the fuck its.. this is where I'm at.. What is wrong with me?!!!!!!

And then the response:

Absolutely. My mind is and has gone through so much this past year and it's really hard to keep things straight; mostly because a spiral isn't straight. As for you, there is nothing wrong. Our minds have been conditioned for centuries to think one way, and we are now, very quickly, unlearning all that ish and remembering all the good stuff. It's a process, and one that you can trust. Things are so confusing these days and there is so much information floating around, it's hard to know if you're going crazy or or the world is. But the thing is, crazy doesn't exist. And more importantly, wrong doesn't exist. The real question is, "what's right with you?", and the answer is everything. You are evolving minute by minute and you won't be able to see the reason for all these changes until it has come to fruition. Things may seem very bad at one moment, but in the next it all makes sense. This time of chaos is just one moment, one age, and the next will bring understanding. Until then, go with the flow. Creation is on your side

This one's quite interesting too....

Another of the documentaries I've watched this week is called the Human Footprint.

It basically gives you an idea of the consumables an average human gets through. How much food and drink...how much sick....how much shit....how much bog roll. They've even delved into the average amount of times we have sex in our lives. Of course, some of you sex crazed maniacs out there will have it far more than the 4,239 amount of times I'm sure.

Anyway it's quite interesting to see the whole of our lives mapped out in front of us. It also pains me to say, that for now, this is all life for us is.....sex and stuff!

No time like the present

I think, being in the state that I am in in the moment, that it's about time. I said a couple of days ago that I feel like a teenager, and I really do. I seem to recall at some point feeling ever so lonely, and feeling that the whole world was against me. Like nobody knew me, and nobody cared. In a way I feel like this now. I've felt it for the past few days. Over the past week it seems that my mum has been been telling me what I do and don't like. What I do and don't do. What I am and what I am not. What I have and what I don't. And yet, she doesn't have a clue.

I don't talk to her. Mostly because my pride and ego get in the way. But sometimes, everything she does and says just irritates the life out of me. No matter what it is she is saying, or who she is saying it too. I just feel myself getting frustrated every second. I hide in my room mostly at the moment. It just saddens me that someone who should know you knows nothing. I get very little credit from her, and for some reason I have to be actively seen to be doing something before someone will notice. I've been told I've not bothered to look for a job. I've applied for a few. I've been told that I've not done any uni work....I have. It's just like the family have no faith in me.

Thing is, mum asks those silly questions. She asks things about Uni and work, neither of which I like to talk about. I know she is just trying to show an interest, but they are simply the wrong things. If I don't like something I want to shut it out of my mind from the moment I stop, until the moment I go back. So I don't want to be asked about what I did at work, or if I had a nice time at work. Chances are I did the same as I did every other day I was at work, and chances are, like every other day it was pretty pants.

Nobody cares what my interests are. And when I say things like philosophy or nature, they just seem to laugh and throw it in my face. My nan thinks this whole philosophy thing is hilarious. Mum likes ot take the P a bit too. I know that this does not fit in with their life interests, but why can they not listen to what I like and why I like it, and respect that? I don't understand.

I've spent a lot of time with the amazingness, and we had many discussions as to why I couldn't speak to him. We recognised it to be my relationship with my father that was the problem. And it truly is. When I went to the football with him last week, I found it incredibly difficult to know what to talk to him about. I really really struggled. But it's not just my dad. Talking to my mum is just as hard. We have walked the dogs a couple of times, been out for a good 40 mins or so, and we've hardly managed to muster up a word to each other. Well...not unless it's some crap about how I have no money and I need to go and get myself a job and stuff.

I try this small talk stuff. This relationship building thing. Talkign about house decorating (because they are both really into it, and I am in the closet about it). Music, football, the dog, the weather.....but everything makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Worst thing about it is, is that I need to be able to do this for other realtionships in my life to work. I need to crack this problem, that clearly lies within me, to enable myself to build further real relationships, and not meaningless superficial ones.

That doesn't go to say that every relationship I have or have had has is and has been superficial. It just simply means that they are not real. They are not as they should be. Because I cannot communicate with the people closest to me, I cannot communicate with the majority of the rest of people. I can at face value, but as soon as someone means something to me, like the amazingness does, things just generally go a bit kaput.

It was when I was a teenager that I lost my close relationship with both my parents that I had as a young child. Therefore while I feel how I did then, perhaps it's the best chance I have in which to get those back.

Now then....to tackle that problem of that damn ego, and that pride..............

Dangerous knowledge

I have to say that I am a skeptic. I am a philosophical skeptic, and this is why the philosophy essay I wrote last week was such a good essay to write, and why I enjoyed every moment.

I think maybe the fact that the majority of people are blind is not such a bad thing. In most cases a bit of extra knowledge, the kind that challenges your whole idea of life and reality can drive you completely insane. Then what insane is I don't know. I think being insane is far better than not being insane. And I think the ability to sit and ponder on ideas and make up your own mind about them is the best way forward. Not believing what you are told, but yet believing what is true to you works in a much better way!!

Looking for knowledge though should be done with caution. Sometimes these quests will take hold of you, as it has done me, and you'll never be the same again.






I found this video today, and it's very very interesting. I've only watched up to about 40 mins in so far, and plan to watch the rest in a short while, but wow. What these people have tried to find out, and what it has done to them....I think it takes a very brave kind of person to attempt to find this out....and as such....I admire anyone who sets themselves along a path of discovery, and continues along it until the bitter end.

To clarify

While everything is on this never-ending journey, with all it's surprises, twists, turns, fascinations, and beauty. And beautiful it is. The whole thing is beautiful. It would be even more beautiful if the "Human Race" didn't exist. I do believe there to a be a lot more to that than what it appears. Admittedly, if the human race did not exist then nor would I, and I'd miss it all....but it's not so bad.

And I do have a positive outlook. Nature will take back what is hers. Thank heavens....because we have created a whole host of ugliness!! And if you think we rule the planet, think again, because mother nature is more powerful than you think. And the "human race" is no match for her.



Humans are not needed....the planet will survive and thrive without them!!

The human race

This just occured to me while writing the previous blog post, and I don't think it ever has before. Not ever.....

We don't generally refer to the dogs on the land as the dog race, or cats as the cats race, or mice as the mice race. In fact, we tend to refer to things in the animal world as families. The dog family, the cat family, the rodent family....Humans.....the human race.

Now am i just thinking too hard, or is there something in that?

THE HUMAN RACE

HUMAN RACE

RACE

We are in a race. Survival is a game. Survival however, is a game for everything. Not just humans. Plants and animals too strive to survive.

I am intrigued as to what this means.....it's one of those things that gets thrown around for centuries.....one of those things that everyone uses, that hides something more sinister so well...and yet when you think of it, it's so blatantly obvious. And then they also use the term "human kind" Humans are not kind. Not in any way, shape or form. This is clearly ironic in it's meaning. "Human nature" again something more sinister. Human nature is just an excuse for humans to behave in an awful manner.

We kill other humans for fun. We torture other humans for fun. We hurt people for fun. We do a lot of things for fun that animals and plants do purely to survive. We don't need to kill humans to survive. we don't need to torture and hurt to survive. We are a hideous species. Good heavens we even hurt our own family members!

The race it seems is a tough as it is long. And what's worse, is that it seems to me that it's not only against eachother, to be the last survivor, or to be the best and to win the race and control everyone....the race is also against nature. And we can't win against nature. We are not her. She knows exactly what she is doing....and we are dumb, and don't have a clue.

I've looked online, and see nothing about the significance of the term "human race" anywhere. Not that I really need to, when it's so crazily obvious. I hope I am not alone on this. This thing....this race....this race, game that we collectivly play and are part of and don't even realise, this is what will kill us all in the end.

And I don't just mean killing us in a physical sense...I mean this on every level!

How far can we go....

...in the name of Art?

I suppose it depends on what constitutes as art, and what doesn't.

I had an email today, you know the type...pass it along bla bla's. I'm not really interested in them anymore....another pointless thing in a long line of pointless things. But this one I did. It was about his guy's piece of art, in which a dog basically starved to death it seems. There is a petition to stop this piece of art being done again.

The guys name is Guillermo Vargas Habacuc the dogs name was Nativity.....

Personally I do not think that starving an animal to death, no matter what the reasons behind it is, is Art. It seems to me it is just another one of those instances where humans think they are the bees knees, and really....on the subject of the human race....that says it all!!

If you want to read the full story on this guy then here you go.

If you can't go a day...

...without thinking about someone, never give up.

That's certainly my view on it. No mater how you may feel about them, no matter what might happen, and what the future may bring.....never even try to remove the thought of them from your mind, and certainly don't turn your back on them.

Chances are you have been touched by this person. This person is very special. Even if you don;t realise yourself how special they actually are.

Just believe that they are. Never give up on someone, never forget them, and never shy away from how you feel.

Remember, everyone walks into your life for a reason. You can never really know why they are there, just know that they are. No matter how you feel about someone.......just keep believing in them!!

A never-ending journey

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

------------T.S. Eliott-----------

I think this is a lovely little poetic quote. It goes to show that everyone will always explore. And I suppose this goes for every level of exploration that there is. A personal exploration. An exploration of the mind, body and soul. An exploration of epic proportions around the globe. Every exploration is epic. No matter how hard or easy, or what it involves.

I found myself yesterday having a realisation that we are all, every single one of us, on a journey that never ends. The journey could be full of many surprises. I say it could, it is. It always has been, and always will be.

We are all part of something that possibly has no beginning, and surely has no end. For even if it were to end with an individual, the memory of that individual will live on, and remain, and so the journey continues.

I watch for the second time today the program Life After People, it's very clever. I first watched it about 2 months ago with the amazingness. It basically gives an idea of how much people are not really needed by nature, and how much it will flourish without.

But even if it did happen, even if everyone died off suddenly, or vanished, and nature did again take hold of the planet, the journey would not end there. In fact, I think from there it could be very exciting.

I do not believe that our lives end when we die off. In fact, I think that that is just the beginning. That the life we have here is just a little, a nanosecond in the grand scheme of things. yes yes!!

I don't know if we will ever stop exploring. I don't suppose we ever will. And it's because the exploration can happen on so many levels, that I don't believe it will. I suppose it could, but I have a feeling that it wont....and I also have this feeling that it can only be a very good thing =)

I feel like a teenager

Admittedly, I'm not far past the teenage years, but at the moment I really do feel like I am about 13.

It was at the age of 13/14 that I got the delightful travel bug caught inside me. At the same time I was teenage, and regularly felt like the world was against me. I hated my parents, and every little thing they said or did really got on my nerves.

I blame this on the hormones. While ultimately how I act to things in any given situation is my responsibility, and I have the power to make a situation bad, worse, good or better, at 13/14 those hormones tend to take over the rationality of the mind, and it seems they are meddling with me yet again.

But I am not a teenager. What I am though, is a girl, who was confused, and I hate to admit angry 10 days ago. In fact any length of time before 10 days ago I was. Now though, my hormones are being meddled with, and I really have felt it.

I am donating eggs. I am currently on day 1o or perhaps 11 of my Supercur injections. The idea I think is that supercur takes over the hormones in the body and replaces them with hormones but in a different quantity, or stops them altogether. Not completely sure which one it is. I have to take them at the same time every day, because it may only take 5 mins for the body to start doing it's own hormones again. SO every morning i have got up about 8, and done my injection around 8.10.

At this moment in time there is a possibility that I could be experiencing what is known in the biz as a hot flush!! You don't get them as a teenager, true, but you get them in the menopause, and that is what my body thinks it is going through right now. It's no wonder that I'm angry and irritable at the moment. Simply waiting for the womanly curse, then I think I switch my treatment and inject in the evenings instead, start on the stuff that stimulates my ovaries, and then after that it's scans, and eventually egg collection.

Some people do not agree with the egg donating thing. Saying that it goes against nature. I suppose you could argue that there is a reason why a couple is infertile. Why that couple cannot have children. But they didn't ask for that. Just because they are infertile, doesn't mean they don't have a right to the most natural thing in the world for all species and all things. Humans, plants, animals. They all reproduce.

So perhaps having a child born using another persons egg, or another mans sperm does not seem the most natural thing to do. And I am the first to complain about humans becoming too clever for their own good, but perhaps, things like this were meant to happen.

Perhaps for evolution to continue there needs to be a slight mix-up. Perhaps science and man were supposed to make the progress that they have. I don't know for what reason, but just maybe it could be true......perhaps.

I have no problem donating eggs. I think it's a good thing to do, and I know that if someone wants to try having a child by means of someone else's eggs then they really do want a child. I've never been into children, never wanted them, and it's highly unlikely that I will (given my almost complete avoidance of things that create them). Therefor, I feel that donating is a respectable thing to do. I know that there are people who are desperate to have a child. You could say that they should adopt or foster. There are a lot of unwanted children on the planet already. If they want a child so much then perhaps they should have one of these. It's not that simple though. There are thing some women wish to go through. Not the IVF treatment, but the actual being pregnant and actual giving birth. The carrying of a child which gives the mother a child a special bond from the word go. I am very much in the opinion in this day and age that the person who loves and cares for a child is their mother, no matter what the genetics say.

There is no genetic modifying involved in this process. No playing God. All there is is a couple having a child that they really want, that they will love and cherish forever, and finally after possibly years of waiting, being able to have to have one.

Whoever may have a baby from my egg, I wish you all the very best of luck!

If there is no such thing as knowledge and truth, then there is little need for education

That was the title of my philosophy essay which I spent the best part of the week doing, finishing etc etc. I got to a point where I had so much that I wanted to say that I ended up not writing enough, because had I started to go onto something else, I would have gone onto another tangent altogether, and gone way way over. There are a couple of dodgy bits where I simply had to do something to fit it into the next paragraph.....

I would like to thank the amazingness with all my heart, because if it weren't for the amazingness I would never have even had any interest in this is in the first place, and it would have proved very very difficult. In fact, something he quoted to me in a MSN conversation once a long time ago became very very fitting in the beginning that I had to use it. Felt a little on the cheeky side, but I'm sure he wont mind. I'll give him as much credit, if not more than myself, because like I said, if not for him, theer would have been no interest whatsoever in the subject. Also, he got me a book that helped me massively!! I've even been reading it properly since finishing my essay, because the bits that I flicked through were so good.....and it will help me with my dissertation too =)

So...on with the essay then..........

If There is No Such Thing as Knowledge and Truth,

Then There is Little Need for Education.

What is knowledge? What is truth? According to the [Collins Essential English] Dictionary (2003), knowledge is ‘1. the facts or experiences known by a person or group of people. 2. the state of knowing 3. specific information about a subject.’ (page u/n) The Dictionary’s definition of truth is ‘1. the quality of being true, genuine or factual […] 2. something that is true […] 3. a proven verified fact etc’. (page u/n) But is there really such thing?

In essence, evident from the above definitions, knowledge is the acquisition of facts; these facts may or may not have any truth in them at all. Facts are constructed of evidence, which can be, and often has been manipulated to quantify a point for the purpose of educating.

Taking the above into account, this study will reflect on the purpose of education, and whether or not the existence of man brings with it an existence of knowledge and truth. If man brings neither, then the foundation of everything is a lie, and therefore there is no point or need for education. Although it could be, and will be argued that even if everything man knows is based on a lie, as George Orwell wrote in his book Nineteen Eighty-Four “the lie passed into history and became truth” (page 37).

Perhaps when looking at education and man’s need for knowledge, is best to look at this with a more philosophical approach that the literal interpretation of knowledge and truth. Epistemology is the philosophical study of knowledge. Epistemology not only looks at so-called facts, but also questions how these facts are realized, or not as the case may be.

We know many things because science tells us that it is true. We know other things because religion tells us it is true. Some have faith in religion; others have faith in their ability to reason. Many people have learned to question things, and believe that there is more to know than what science and religion tell us. It is likely that what we do not know far outweighs what we know. Common sense helps us to understand many of the ideas and beliefs that we hold, but how much can science show us, and what can we comprehend? We tend to easily comprehend rational ideas, and we stick to the easiest explanation for this reason. It is unclear though as to weather the easiest explanation always contains truth and provides us with knowledge. (Curtis 2008)

For this reason education cannot solely be about passing on knowledge to children. It is uncertain what knowledge is. Knowledge is about creating moral beings, and giving them the opportunity to understand the world, rightly or wrongly, as we believe it to be. Should a teacher teach what we know, or what they feel they should teach? Teachers are unable to decide. Instead teacher teach what the “experts” tell them is correct.

Teachers like the vast majority of people have feelings and senses. The vast majority of people live their lives relying on their own minds and five sense abilities: sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch. But are they completely reliable? When we loose the capability of one sense, the remaining senses respond and alter to combat the loss. If we can loose a sense, we can also be tricked by our senses. Our brain is constantly working harmoniously with our senses to guide us. Even our senses can let us down on the occasion. A classic example of which is a stick dipped in water. The stick appears to bend as it enters but in fact it does not. We know it is not bent as we have the belief and experience of scientific fact. However this example proves that sight cannot be completely relied upon.

A common and rather popular game on the radio involves a recording of a sound, or voice, and listeners guess what the sound is, or whom the voice belongs to. All listeners hear exactly the same sound, but everyone experiences the sound differently. Therefore many different people playing the game will have a different interpretation of the sound, and there may be many guesses before the listeners give the correct answer. This is another example of how the senses can confuse.

Of course, the latter example does not solely test the sense. It also tests the memory. The memory is created from the art of experience. In every moment of life we are experiencing. Some experiences repeat, others do not, but all experiences lead to the individual’s truth. Once a sound is heard it is passed into the memory as an experience. Therefore the sound a radio listener hears by the sense of hearing triggers the memory of the experience of what they have heard before.

Memories and experiences are stored in the individual’s personal filing cabinet. The personal filing cabinet begins storing information from the very beginning. John Locke believed that we cannot have knowledge without experience. Our experience is limited and therefore knowledge is also limited.

A stereotypical apple appears to have a green or red skin on the outside. The inside is much lighter, with a tough core in the centre. Through the experience of eating the apple, we know that it’s juicy and sweet on the inside, and it is edible.

If an apple is left uneaten, over a period of time it changes. The skin turns a brownish colour inside and out, becomes very soft, and it has a bad smell about it. So how can it be an apple? It is no longer recognisable in any sense as an apple, and yet we recognise it as being one. It doesn’t look, smell, or taste the same, so we must have had the experience if the rotten apple to know what it is. If a person had not had experience of a rotten apple, would they know that this is what it is?

There is also however Carl Jung’s idea of the collective unconscious, which would suggest yes. The collective unconscious theory implies that each individual already has the knowledge and experience of everything that has been, and everything that is happening. As we do not recognise that we know everything already, education is a tool to trigger the memory of experience.

However, this raises questions over the content of our education. If there is such a collective unconscious, then why during schooling do most children not suddenly have revelations, and are suddenly flooded with a wealth of knowledge.

Children do not tend to question what they are taught in school. All evidence can be manipulated, and if a child is presented “facts” with evidence, manipulated or not, they will be embedded with false beliefs. Therefore they may be unable to gain access to the collective unconscious, especially if the two sets of knowledge conflict, and challenges the child’s perception of reality.

If the above were to be “true” then Plato’s cave theory is still rather relevant, although it may have changed somewhat. It would be relevant to today’s climate, but perhaps not how it was seen previously.

The soldier dragging the prisoner up the hill is often seen as the teacher. The prisoner is thought of as the child resisting knowledge. Maybe the knowledge that they are being given by the teacher in this case challenges the ideas of the collective unconscious that the child has access to before they are educated with false beliefs. The teacher of course eventually brings the child out of the cave.

If Plato’s theory is changed slightly, then the shadows on the wall in the cave are the collective unconscious, while above and beyond this is the individuals experience. Previously the shadows on the wall though are much more known of as a false reality. In this case, could it be that the teacher is the one producing the shadows on the wall for the prisoner to see? If this is the case then the prisoner follows many challenges along the way.

The prisoner’s own mind and hunger for knowledge and experience, through modern technology, could light the pathway out of the tunnel. ‘In this new world of pedagogical plenty, children and adults will be able to dial up a programme on their home television to learn whatever they want to know at their own convenience’ (Bruer 1993 as cited in Postman 1995). There are a huge amount of documentaries available on television now, and also the Internet is expanding at an alarming rate, allowing access to everyone all of the time, as Bruer acknowledges. In the case of ‘Little Eva’ a child not being able to sleep, ‘she can learn algebra instead’, or in the case of ‘Young John’ he could decide ‘to learn the history of modern Japan’. Through technology both Little Eva and Young John will have access to ‘the greatest authorities and teachers on the subject’. They will be able to learn independently, and be able to learn what interests them. They may also have access to the same piece of evidence interpreted in various different ways, and whilst perhaps not having complete knowledge (unless the memory and content of the collective unconscious is triggered) they will have a more informed belief system.

Many though will find their own journey a struggle, but there are now many more ways than ever before to gain experience. Taking the above into account, the only education a child really needs is the ability to read, write and do basic maths equations. Then as Rousseau believed education would be about educating an individual. As John Locke believed, education is about making children want to learn. So if children are given the tools and means to do so this will enable them to discover and experience for themselves. (Curtis 2007)

If this discovery is completely virtual, it raises the possibility of a somewhat virtual reality. If everything can be found and learned from a virtual learning centre, then is it possible that everything we perceive is programmed into a virtual reality? However, from the size of some virtual machines that only produce a small amount of a virtual world, it can be determined that it would need a very big computer system to produce the world and universe in it’s entirety. Replicating life as we know it seems like it is almost impossible. However, it could be said that if we were living in a virtual reality, or The Matrix, it is highly unlikely that “human kind” would be able to see it, or even know anything of it’s existence. Again allowing us to question our own knowledge.

If our perceived reality were only to be a virtual reality, would the virtual reality be purely experimental in order for some other being to see what they have created. Would they want to see what we would do if left to our own devices. Or would everything we see and do be controlled by this other being? Would there be a point to the exercise? It sounds inconceivable that we have been programmed into a virtual reality; there is a lot of detail in nature. Has it been created for our viewing pleasure? (Rucker 2008) This sounds rather pointless if life and reality is virtual and we have been born into it. We would know no different, and therefore only basics would need to be created.

The above is one of Descartes three rational doubts. Another of these rational doubts is that everybody creates their own reality. We are effectively nothing: non-existent, aside from a thought. It is only the awareness of our self that exists. Everything else is our imagination and the reality that we create for ourselves. As Descartes says ‘cognito ergo sum’ translated from Latin to English as meaning ‘I think therefore I am’. So we do exist on the level of thought. And perhaps on this thought level, we are freer to have beliefs, knowledge, and experience, than we are on a physical and five senses level.

A non-physical five-sense level is also available to us, and is not quite so limiting. The dream state. The dream state questions knowledge in a rather extreme way. Descartes believed that there is no distinct difference between dreams and our actual perceived reality. So it is actually possible that the dream could be the reality, and the reality the dream. It is impossible to know which is which, and therefore knowledge in general is very doubtful.

To acquire actual knowledge we must get things wrong in order to be able to get things right. Sceptics would point out that nothing is right everything is simply an opinion. We cannot know in the vast majority of cases that we have got something right, or wrong to prove otherwise. A sceptical approach is useful when deciphering what the true meaning of knowledge is, as it enables us to question, and go into more detail in the hope of discovering knowledge. If everything is broken down to its most basic level by the sceptic, then may we discover the truth, and gain knowledge.

There is a need for education, in the sense that it gives those who wish to a basis for which to begin they’re explorations. It gives others beliefs that they can build on as they gain more experience. Education is not just about schooling, education is a life-long journey of discovery. Education gives us the skills and the knowledge to accept or challenge what we are told, and thus the cycle continues.

In the life, believe, reality cycle, not all questions have simple answers. Some questions do not have any answers at all. We cannot know all there is to know, however, we also cannot know that we cannot know all there is. We cannot know that we know everything, and we cannot know that we know nothing. Human kind however is full of ideas, themes and beliefs, all of which are also following a journey. Key ideas may change over periods of time, and sometimes only very slightly. Whilst we develop these ideas further, we ourselves are developing further. We need to ask more questions, and answer those new questions with yet more questions, whilst still finding answers. The more we learn, the more we can learn, the more we can question, and the more fulfilled our knowledge will be; and so on and so forth.

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I'm not who I was

Nor am I who I am.

Confused? I sure am, or am I?

How does one know when they have truly discovered themselves? The journey of discovery is most horrible, it's not easy. It takes time and much effort. When you feel like you are getting somewhere you uncover more things that make you question yourself.

I'm void and empty. I have little to say to anyone anymore....about anything.

It's been reflecting in my blog posts for quite sometime.

I'm completely frustrated in every which way......and I want out!

But there is

It's always there. It's always available to us.

We are so full of complete rubbish that we don't even realise it!!

Not enough space and no method

I began this post a few days ago...well I gave it a title anyway. The title was a line out of a dream I had, and as soon as it happened I just remember saying to myself I have to use that line when I wake up, and write something.

I had no idea what to write about though, and I was so determined to get cracking on my philosophy essay. So I abandoned my blog.

I think, well I know what I propose to continue with in this post.

Finding those all important words to say, and putting them together.

Time seems to limit everything. Time has consumed us, and as such, we no longer have a decent hold over our lives. Often sitting and feeling frustrated that so much time has passed, and yet we seem to have done nothing with this time. Time flies when you are having fun. Time also seems to fly (but not so obviously) when you want to get things done, but seem to be limited in some way.

Even when you know there are things you need to say to people, you are generally still limited by time. It only takes a matter of seconds on meeting someone for them to decide if they like you or not, and therefore you have to be fast in order to show your best sides. Or things in a relationship could be going slightly downhill, and you may only have a matter of seconds to say things that could make or break the relationship. If you cannot find the words in that small space of time, and you cannot find the way of putting them together, it could be all over.

So what do we do? We avoid things all together. Avoiding seems appropriate....until a little further down the line, when we realise that the fears we succumb to are nothing, nothing in comparison to what we could have done. People we could have saved. Issues we could address.

If only there was that space and method available to us at the moment it was needed.

Oh how I want to go away.....

Just for a little while. I'd love to go abroad for the summer. It would be amazing.....but where does one start when trying to find a job abroad. The Internet is a good resource, but I don't want to find something that means paying to get started, and I can't afford to do voluntary work. but I am going to keep looking over the next four weeks. I start my injections tomorrow, and hopefully in four weeks time I shall be ready for the trip to hospital.

I'd like a 3 month placement somewhere doing something a little out of the ordinary, that pays well enough for me to go to the US for two-three weeks in September. Where to start?!

A small tip

My parents went away for the weekend, and as it is customary to do I had a go at tidying on Monday morning, so it was all nice when they got back home. I am not a domestic goddess. I'm not at all tidy, and I find cleaning really rather boring.

However I gave it a go, I cleaned the kitchen first. I wiped the sides, emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, and went to put the dishwasher on. I searched through the cupboard for those all important dishwasher tablets, but couldn't find any. So in my wisdom, I saw the washing up liquid on the side, and figured that that did the same thing. Squirted a load in there and went about my business. On to the living room, getting the Hoover out and running around the living room sucking up everything around, and stuff and stuff. Then I waltz into the kitchen, Hoover in tow, and it was like an explosion of foam......all over the nice new wooden floor.

Dishwashers and washing up liquid just don't mix...don't try it, the outcome will be bleak!!

The family

So you've maybe read a few things about myself in here. How I've felt, what I've done, but I've not ever really given anyone an insight to my family. What goes on behind the scenes of the blog. So I thought I'd briefly just mention a few special people in my life, and give you a bit of background of who I am, and where I am coming from.

Most people, like myself, are a mixture of their parents personalities. But then this is because for your early years these are the people who have a fundamental impact on your life. These are the people that create you, and mold you and shape you. Every person is different, and every parent or set of parents has a different parenting style. Some smother, some let their children get on with things. There is no right or wrong way to bring up a child. At the end of the day it is whatever is instinctive to them. Many people will base the upbringing of their child on the upbringing of themselves. Others will realise that they hated the way their parents brought them up and try things a little differently.

Neith of my parents had what you might call an average childhood. Although in todays climate what an "avaerage childhood" is I don't know.

Mum
Mum's childhood was very different from my own. My mum (and uncle) were brought up by my Nan and my Grandad. Both of their parents worked when they were young, and for a long time my grandad was a bit of an alcoholic. Nan and Grandad worked to pay for his drinking habit along side the usual mixture of food and bills. My grandad though worried about things a lot, my nan was the more relaxed one. Of course the situation mum found herself in as a child has had an impact on her today. What saddens me is that she doesn't seem to have all that many happy memories from her childhood.

While Mum met Dad at quite an early age, it's clear that her childhood has had a profound effect on her today. My mum nowadays is a worry wart. She worries so much about everything, and while I find this incredibly annoying, I do feel sorry for her. There are so many things that Mum has missed out on because she is afraid. She is incredibly lacking in self-confidence, and yet if she were to let go just a little bit she's realise that there is so much more to her than she knows. I don't suppose mum would ever be brave enough to discover the route of her problems, but if she did I'd do my best to help.

For now though, she's happy with her material world, and I shan't knock it. She lives for decorating it seems. She's far more interested in the house than much of anything else. Although she's a cracking painter, and very creative, and there are some lovely pieces of artwork in the house that she has created.

This is another area where she is lacking in self-confidence. In this respect she is no different to anyone else. Most people do not believe that the masterpieces they create are up to much. This is because of the ego. And masterpieces can be anything from art to written work to speeches. Absolutely anything.

Mum has done the best she can for me, and although I rarely show it, I am very appreciative of everything she's done and everything she's helped me with in her own mummy type way. She's done everything she can for me, the best way that she knows how. And even though I'm not interested in hearing her nag nag nag, and am not her, I am like her in a lot of ways.

First and formost, she likes the finer things in life, and it has to be said that so do I. Although I am nowhere near as fussy as she is on most things, there are a number of things that I am fussy with. I'm not fussy on food as such, not the taste of anything, but I am fussy on the quality. I can't stand Tesco Value, or Asda Price things, because I am not interested in the cheapest of the cheap. Yet I will shop in Aldi quite happily; because it's cheap, and I don't feel like I am buying any old rubbish. Actually I have mum to thank for that because a few years ago she did shop at Aldi quite regularly. While Mum would take a 5 star hotel over a 3 star any day, I will quite happily camp. Although, when I camp I would like a good quality tent, and sleeping bag. Not just something dirt cheap out of Argos. I'm not that good at being a student. I'd rather spend the little bit extra on most items for a bit better quality, and a more luxurious (if there is such thing) living.

My biggest quabble about my mum is her inability to cope. She doesn't work, and has not really worked since my brother was born, and yet there are not enough hours in the day for her. Hoovering three times, tidying first thing in the morning and then a few more times during the course of the day, and then she wonders where the time went. She's not got confidence, and she's not built for doing too much because she gets stressed quite easily. I do not help. In fact I more than likely contribute to her stress, but I know that there will come a time when she will have no choice but to cope. And I have found over the last couple of years that if you try to help someone, it will backfire on.....them. The only person who can deal with anything really is oneself. If people help you, you begin to rely on that help, and when it is gone....all hell breaks loose.

Dad
Well, Dad......again he didn't have a typical childhood. He had lost both parents by time he was 16, and was brought up after that by one of his sisters. It seems that he jumped into marriage quite early on, and had been married and separated by time he met my mum. I suppose my dad had to grow up rather quickly in order to support himself, and coping emotionally with what he did must have been pretty tough. I am sure though that his parents would be proud of him now if they knew what he was doing, and could see everything that he has achieved.

Dad is the more laid back one of the two. In fact he was described by his friend today as horizontal. I often wonder how he manages with mum. I know I can't sometimes. She is a little bit too much for me. But Dad is very laid back, and lets most things go over the top of his head. He gets a bit on the frustrated side sometimes, but it doesn't often last. And I do admire the way he does just let everything go over his head. In fact I admire most things about my dad. He works so hard, very very hard. For the past year he has driven to London and back almost every working day. It's a long boring drive, and yet he does it for us. Dad goes to work purely to keep things ticking along. If it wasn't for dad doing his job, we wouldn't have a nice house. We wouldn't be able to do so much of what we do do. And I don't think Mum would cope with life as well as she manages to do with no so nice surroundings. This is not mums fault, it's just how things have turned out. Dad, alongside Nan is her rock, and she wouldn't be her without them. Maybe she's be stronger, maybe weaker, I don't know. She's got a lot of qualities, a lot of them she doesn't even realise. It's why I get so frustrated with her, because she never seems to fulfill her potential.

Back to Dad then, I don't know how he does it. I really don't. I don't like work. And it's not because I am lazy (although I am) it's because I cannot stand the day in, day out mundane routine, and monotony of working. It is however a necessary evil, and dad seems to manage it rather well. There have been times though when you can see that Dad is struggling a little, and some days I've really wanted to swallow my pride and just get up and go to work for him. Purely so he gets a break, and knows that the work wouldn't simply pile up. I don;t think he has an easy job either. He says it is, but it's well paid, and there is generally a reason why jobs are well paid.

Mum and I often joke about Dad being a miserable sod, but really he isn't. Dad does a lot of hard work, he does a lot of commuting, and doesn't generally get a lot of time for himself. One of us is always wanting something from him, if work doesn't, and for this reason he is a remarkable chap, and I do look up to him. In some ways I wish he'd been able to have a better childhood, and grow up at a more leisurely pace.

The hardest thing when it comes to my parents in general is that all three of us have had such different lives. Mine has been so different from my parents in fact that they are unable to understand how I am like I am, and I am unable to understand their view on things. I never had to grow up quickly. My life so far has not been disrupted by bad circumstances in any way, and yet it's never seemed fulfilled. I've got everything I've ever wanted. I've got no responsibilities, and on the most part everything is pretty plain sailing, but I am not whre I want to be. I don't really know where it is that I do want to be. I know it's not here, and it's not now.

My brother
I dote on my little brother, as do my parents. He's lucky in a way. Elliot, unlike me, will do anything for an easy life, so he'll just float along keeping people happy, and manages to somehow create a good balance between doing that and having his own mind and his own life. I prefer to have my own mind and my own life, but without the easy part.

He's 7 years younger than me, and he knows that I'm here for him whatever. There are of course many things that a young man wouldn't want to speak to his parents about. There are also things that he doesn't want to talk to any of us about, like your typical teenage boy, but he knows that I will do anything for him if ever he needs it.

He is the blue-eyed boy in the family, and why not? Why shouldn't he be. He's easy enough to deal with. Puts effort into his school work, and is bloody good at it too. Boys are easier than girls, and Ells is a classic example.

I remember when he was really little. He wont remember, but when he was and I used to get upset about something I'd always turn to him. He was only very young, probably 5 or 6, but at times when I was crying my eyes out unbeknown to anyone else, I'd drag him into my room, and he'd just sit with me. Haha, he never really know what to do either, but he was good. And still is. I think if I did need someone to talk to at any point he's still sit and listen.

He's clever and talented, and I believe that he will go far. He'll do very well for himself, and I'd happily let him come stay with me for a holiday when I go overseas. If he wants to.

I think he's a bit odd, but then boys generally are a bit foreign to me, and Ells is a teenage one too. He's a fantastic kid, and a brilliant brother too......obviously I am biased, but he's the best!!

Nan
Nan is fab too. She's pretty cool calm and collected. She thinks I am a bit odd, but then most people do. I do believe that she is a closet philosopher. She's pretty level headed, and keeps my mum sane. I think she's fab. She tries to give me tips on how to keep my mum happy, but I have too much pride to listen.



SO that's my family. I don't understand them, they don't understand me....and together we are on happy dysfunctional family. There are many more member that I'd give a mention to, really just my Gt Grandad and my Uncle, but I think this is enough for no

Thanks!

The night sky...

Is really rather beautiful dont you think? Perhaps you've never really bothered to look. To be honest, I don't think I had until just over a year ago. Why would you? It's just a load of darkness with the occasional little sparkle.

But it's the night sky that holds so much in it. It's full of beauty, delight and wonder. And I have to say I could now spend hours just watching the stars twinkle away. It's just full of magic.

Each star is different to the next. Some appear brighter than others, others you can only see while looking at a brighter star, it's truly fascinating. There is nothing like a clear night in which to lay and look out at the stars.

In my opinion there are no real words to describe it. For it's when you look out and appreciate the beauty of such things that you realise how wonderful things really are. Everything is wonderful.

Life is what you make it it has to be said. But beauty is in everything and everyone in some form. Every one of us has the opportunity to see and soak up beauty. It's a shame that there is barely anything anyone can do to encourage others to take a look every so often.

Appearances can be deceiving. When you look into the sky, and watch the stars you'd think that everything out there was so peaceful and lovely...but in reality, outer space is a clever reflection of what is going on inside your head.

Generally people have this front when you first meet them, they are seemingly nice. In general, people are not. This is because people shy away from things that they deem bad inside themselves. And inside their minds there are explosive things happening, destroying and creating. Much like space. It's looks peaceful, but there is constant destruction and constant creation. It's really rather wonderful. When you next watch a programme on space, just think for a few moments about the inside of your mind. You will see.

The beauty of people, and the beauty of space is much the same. You just need to look at these things in a slightly different way.

Living in the corporate fog.

Is it any wonder we are all completely mashed up. Constantly bombarded by all these corporate companies telling you to buy their product, eat their food, read their stuff. Corporate silly bods are everywhere, they employ lots of people that get treated like sh!t, and pay ridiculously low wages for doing a sh!tty job.

Nothing disturbed me more about corporate people and places than last night did.

I went to the football with my dad. I was rather excited as I've not been to the football for a good few years, and I've not really spend any length of time with my dad at any point. So I get my Chelsea shirt on, and get dad to wear his. I wait for Dad's mate to appear and drive, and as I as waiting I decided to put a t-shirt on underneath in case it was a little nippy when we got there.

All was fine and dandy, trip was good, a bit of a laugh, talking about buildings taking off (no, I didn't know what they were on about either) listening to holiday stories, and events that people can only laugh about. It was alright. I somehow managed to come up with a plan to all go by bus to the last game of the season. Which I am going to with dads mates......but not dad......

Anyway, I get there, and Dad & I go our separate ways, because we have to meet a bloke in the Hotel reception. So here comes this directing manager, loud and scruffy, a bit of a jack the lad as dad puts it, but who cares, he's giving us tickets. And then a colleague of dad appears with his son, who is autistic, but very very sweet. Loves football, and we found out that there is nothing he doesn't know about all the kings and queens. Anyway, he was eager to see the pitch and the players warming up, so they went straight on to the Speedie entrance.....and after finishing our drinks we followed along too.

So we go along to the not very quick Speedie entrance, and as we are about to walk in, some lady grabs us, asks to see our tickets, and then informs us that she can't let us in. We were about to go into a corporate area, and therefore Chelsea tops were not allowed.

I'm sorry, what?!

We had to remove our Chelsea tops before we were allowed any further. I wasn't aware that a corporate area at a football ground had a dress code that didn't allow football shirts of the team you are going along to support. There was also an issue with me wearing trainers and god knows what else was wrong with my clothing. Luckily I had a t-shirt on underneath, or it could have been a trip to London for nothing.

But really the cheek of it. I can't complain in some ways, I was subjected to the harsh reality of an all you can eat buffet before the game, and cakes galore at half time, and cushioned seats while watching the game outside with heaters beaming down on us all.

I can however complain in other ways. First and foremost, this is Stamford Bridge, the home of Chelsea FC, and it's a match day. Look around the whole ground. Everyone (pretty much) is wearing Chelsea shirts. The thing with these corporate places is that, in most cases, it's full of rich managing directors who are "entertaining" clients in the hope of a good deal. It's all about money really. So you end up sat with a whole host of toffee nosed wankers, who don't even support the team that you are there to watch. And that really pisses me off.

It has to be said that while in other parts of the ground fans were singing away, having a laugh and a joke, I was sat with a whole load of serious people who probably had no interest in the game anyway.....due to money money money on the brain.

The other disappointment of the day was the score. A 1-1 draw. We played Wigan, we didn't play to a very high standard, but we should have won. There are problems with Chelsea, big problems, we just aren't good enough anymore. We have lost and spark and flare we once had a few seasons ago, and that to me is painful. Man Utd will win this years premiership, and deservedly so. Chelsea of late have just been, quite frankly, boring!

I did put my shirt on in the toilets for the second half.....by which time I could no longer give a toss whether I was sat with the corporates or a bunch of football hooligans!!

Now here's the thing....

I hear things. I hear voices. Yes they are inside my head. Yes, I know, it's a little strange.

I've noticed this getting stronger and stronger recently. I think they must be getting louder or more frequent because I've not slept at all well of late. Maybe I'm supposed to actually listen to the words I hear and do something. I am not sure.

Since I can remember, I have seen things while I've been laying, drifting off to sleep. And it's not just normal things, it's all sorts of things. sometimes lots, and sometimes not. The other day I had been trying to get to sleep for a fair amount of time and nothing as happening. And then things just appeared in front of me. Nothing scary, just shapes and things moving around, doing their thing. I know many people see things as they are going off to sleep. My mum sees faces, and then she knows she's about to get to sleep. My great grandfather sees people at night.

I see all manner of things. I've even looked out my window whilst laying in bed and seen a wolf in the sky. I looked away a few times, and looked back and it was still there. Is it my imagination? Is it something more? I think it has to be something more.

Recently I've been more aware of me hearing things while I've been going to sleep. And I've heard some really interesting things. They are definitely voices and not just thoughts in my head. They have all manner of different voices. Male, female, voices I recognise, voices I don't. I'm sure I should be writing thses things down. Remembering them somehow, the mind is wiling, the body just isn't.

My dreams have disturbed me somewhat of late too. And I wake up and wriggle around so much. I remember mostly nothing. The occasional snippet, but what is it that's keeping me awake at night, and when I do sleep, wakes me up?

Of course it's my other bit rumbling around inside me, telling me to listen. Listen hard and listen good. If only I knew what it all meant. I suppose the trick is to just listen. I have decided to sleep with my little light on now. I have a pad on my bed, and a pen, and so I can make notes if I wake up at silly hours. I can also jot things that I hear down before I fall asleep. Even if I do it with my eyes shut.

If I manage to work out what any hidden messages are at all I shall of course put them here.

What is god?

Notice the question is what, and not who. I do not now, and never have believed that god is a who. God to me is an it. And I have frequently said that god is something more powerful that our minds can comprehend. It's a force.

God is contained withing everybody. everybody possesses god, everyone can be god, and everyone can be one with god. The trick is to believe it. I know it' hard. It goes against everything you've ever known. That's why a while back I said to forget everything you ever knew.

Over the past year I have questioned many things. I've gone over the easy stuff. The nicer stuff. The amazingness taught me a lot more than I actually know. Some of the stuff that he taught my mind simply couldn't get it's head around, and so in a sense it went in one ear and out the other. But actually it didn't. Each little bit of info that I seemingly have forgotten has been stored somewhere, and is simply waiting for a chance to come out again.

My drama teacher at school said I had a special talent. I remembered lines and recited them a fair few times. But he told me I wasn't like most people who remember lines. He said it's like I store them far away, and they get triggered to the front of my mind effortlessly when I need them to. And in a sense this is what has happened to me on the most part throughout my life. I've taken things in, and they seemingly go in one ear, out the other and whoosh. But for some reason I retain the majority of things that I need to know. And when I need them they generally come back to me. I'm not saying it happens with everything, but dejavu happens rather frequently.

Anyway, what evidence do I have that god is a force? Or that god is in me, you, anyone?

I don't. What evidence other then the bible is there that there was a god in the first place? Well I suppose there's most likely more than what I have to support my claim. My claim is based only on my thoughts about things, and most of these thoughts have come to mind after having spoken to the amazingness. The amazingness in case you haven't gathered is very knowledgeable.

I believe that the bible is symbolic. It's just one big metaphor, but it has been used to spread a lie. To control, to overpower...everything. Everything bad in this world seems to have come from "God" who performs all these so-called miracles in people's lives. Is it not possible that people can do things themselves? That anything a person has achieved through hard work cannot just be their hard work? It's always a work of God. God did this, God did that....did "he"? No! God did nothing. You did it. you did it all, because you are God.

Now my argument may sound a little self defeating, but it isn't. God isn't this powerful man in the sky that might occasionally help you out if you ask nicely. God is within you, follows and performs you every move, every action, and every reaction. Why can't people learn to take credit for the things they do? "Thank you god" is often said when something good happens. These people though are thanking something they believe to be living in the clouds watching over them. Instead they should be congratulating themselves. The god inside does not need a thanks. It doesn't need thanks because it knows how you feel. It knows that you thank it, and that it has performed well. It knows, you know, it is you.

This is why it's a force that most cannot comprehend. Most do not believe in themselves. But believe in God. It's tragic, and it's one of the reasons that there are so many miserable people living on this little planet. People all over the place are repressing themselves without even knowing it. Is it any wonder that people are filled with egos that like to feel sorry for themselves. You are believing in something that's inside you, and yet not recognising that it's you you should be believing in. This is partly how the ego came about. How we have ended up with a spirit and an ego. There isn't really room for both. The ego is the devil in you. It's what holds you back. Keeps you stuck on red...occasionally having a play and letting you get to amber. It's the spirit, GOD, that lets you get to green. It seems to me that more people believe in the devil than anything by not giving themselves a chance.

The more you believe in yourself instead of a metaphor the more you will be able to achieve. Give yourself more recognition and more credit. It can be done easily if you try hard enough.

I've not had a clue what's been going on over the past 18 months. In fact I've not really had a clue for a few years. I still don't. I am learning though. At least giving this learning thing a go. And I'm not letting myself get bogged down with everyday grime.

Read the bible. Please tell me how any part can be true. So much contradicts too, but nobody ever seems to notice. It's symbolic. It's a metaphor. Learn how to read it properly, and then believe in yourself. PLEASE

Runner beans

Did you ever do that experiment at school? The one where you grow the runner bean in a glass with wet cotton wall. After a few days a shoot would appear. The shoot would always grow "towards the sun" so if you turned the runner bean over, and the shoot was facing downwards, the shoot would grow around the seed, and back upwards again. And you could keep turning it, and it would spiral, but would always grow in whichever direction the sun was.

The vast majority of plants grow towards the sun. In fact I think they all do. Generally plants start underground and work their way up above ground. I suppose, so plants the sun, which gives them energy is their God. It's always like they are striving to reach it. To be noticed. To get there first.

We are of course all stars. I think we forget that. Does a plant ever think about it? Ever think what the meaning of life is? I think the life of a plant would be far more difficult than we imagine. Just like we can't choose our relations, they will always be related whether we want them to be or not, a plant generally doesn't get a say in where it is going to grow. It all depends on the planting of the seed. A plant doesn't have freedom to roam, it can't walk around and look for shelter or for food if there is non left in the soil. It has to hope that it will rain before long to give it much needed energy.

Having said that, I am unsure as to whether a plant thinks, it might do. I don't know if plants communicate, they might not have to deal with a whole lot of rubbish from other plants trying to steal their patch of land. I'm not a plant, I don't know how it feels to be a plant. To be grown to look pretty, and then chopped up to be given as a present.

What I was initially thinking is that they grow towards the sun. And each plant is just as beautiful as the next. We can appreciate plants, lots of different looking, shapes, sizes and colours...but yet, we can't appreciate the person sitting next to us because they are different. A plant is still a plant, a person is still a person.

No matter what each individual believes they have a right to believe that. They have the right to have feelings and fears and hopes about things. They have a right to be treated with as much respect as the next person. We all receive energy from ultimately the same place, and we all started off in the same way. We all started from a little bit of star dust.

We are all unique, while at the same time not. We are all different but also the same. We are collectively the human race, so why can't we all be humane? Why do we have to point out faults, bit moan and hate? Maybe plants do it? Nobody knows, but generally it doesn't seem that way. I jsut wish to know why we can't appreciate others the same way as we appreciate pretty things.

Complaints.....

Now then, a couple of days ago I had a complaint. A COMPLAINT!! So I am apologising right now that my blog has been a bit.....well, shall we say a bit tedious and boring of late. I've been a little on the miserable and tired side of life, with nothing in me except misery and lonliness, and that seems to have reflected in my waffles. However, I shall ensure that the juicy stuff begins to flow again.....from.....TODAY!!

Do No Harm

Okay, so the link to the Do No Harm site has been sat in my web links for quite some time now.

I just wanted to mention it properly in it's own blog. Because it's a very very good idea, and a fantastic message to spread throughout humanity.

This is what the website reads:

We seem to be living in a world that is getting less hospitable every day. Look closely at any endeavor our species has engaged in and it appears we are unaware of the harm we do, we ignore the harm we do, we intentionally do harm for our own gain, or sadly in some cases we do harm for our own pleasure and enjoyment.

Has no one taught us to do no harm?

If we haven't been taught to do no harm, we see no harm in doing harm. We cause harm and shrug it off. We cause harm and laugh about it. We cause harm and brag about it.

Sadder still, our children bear witness to our actions and never learn to do no harm themselves. Above all else we must teach our children, by example and instruction, this basic moral principle of life.

We must begin to make better choices and treat each other, the other creatures who share this planet with us, and this planet we call home with greater respect and compassion.

We believe that the first and most basic moral law is, "Do no harm." Because we can feel pain and suffering, we can imagine the pain and suffering of others, and we can act accordingly to minimize the harm we cause.

What does "do no harm" mean? Ultimately it means to give thoughtful consideration to our actions. “Do no harm” simply means to consider how our actions may affect the world we all share, to be compassionate in our dealings with all creatures, and not to thoughtlessly despoil our planet.

Doctors are asked to “first do no harm,” why not lawyers, businessmen, religious leaders and politicians? Why not us? Why not now?

It sounds like a simple idea because it is a simple idea, but it may be effective over the long run. Will “do no harm” solve all the problems in our world? Perhaps not, but this is an effort to decrease the suffering in the world and to increase the kindness.

We hope that “do no harm” becomes that little voice that guides our actions.

And we hope you will join us and spread the message "Do no harm."

Show everyone you care and use “Do no harm” to sign-off in your correspondence in place of "Best Wishes", "Yours" or "Regards."

That's the idea in a nutshell....if we all had a little ore passion for compassion then we'd be able to Do No Harm without even thinking about it. Where did human nature go so wrong? What made us think we were so brilliant, and fantastic, and better than anything and everything else.

When you think of the world, we are nothing. We are nothing in comparison to things such as nature. Especially in the Western world. There is something far more spiritual in the Eastern world, but in many parts it's till full of humans that think they are fantastic. We aren't.

When you look at animals, we have hunted them for years. And yet many species still survive. It's a wonder at the rate we humans work that there are any animals left...except of course the ones we breed ourselves to munch on later.

Now then, there's been a lot on the news recently, especially in my area, about farmers who can no longer afford to rear pigs. Is it any wonder? Is this not the worlds way of getting back at us. How can a farmer possibly eat an animal that they have reared?

Anyway, this is not about vegetarianism. This is about people thinking they are everything. Nature is clever. People are not. People are spoon fed, people are horrible, and people are just people. Nothing any more special than any gust of wind, plant or creature.

Please please do not hurt another's feelings. It wont get you anywhere. Not now, not ever. Just be nice as you can. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Do one good deed everyday for whoever you shall meet!! x x x