Month: Oct 2016

The Source of Love [words & sonnet]

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It’s a life-changing epiphany to realise that when we love someone, that love is not a thing that started when they came into our life. The other person merely made manifest what is already within us constantly (though mostly we don’t see it with our hearts). For in everyone there is a golden box of love which can be opened wide, or closed, kept locked and in the dark, if we so choose. Various experiences that we have in life cause us to make defensive choices about that golden box which leave us feeling loveless and longing for a love which we falsely think can only come through someone else. Thus, when some other guy or girl turns up in our “love life”, we’re riding on a high and become dependent on them to experience love and are fearful of being abandoned (again, a feeling which goes back to bad early life experiences). If they desert us or go off with someone else, we then believe that love has left us too and we feel heartbroken, utterly bereft and alone. But this is a terrible illusion! For there is already a powerhouse of love within us which is available to be experienced constantly.

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“How can I Deal with All this Shit?”

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“HOW CAN I DEAL WITH ALL THIS SHIT?” this man said to me with tears on his face. Then he went on: “I just can’t take it anymore. Sometimes I wish that I was dead. There’s always something waiting right round every corner just to slug me from behind as I go past. So many nasty people. How am I supposed to deal with everything?” His forehead fell onto my shoulder as he sobbed his heart out desperately. I put my hand on the back of his neck and held it firmly, as if the power of my grip would give him the strength he needed. My mind was razor-sharp. There was only one thing I could say to him. For there is only ever one answer about how to stand in the face of even the worst hurricane (human or otherwise). “With love”, said I. “Just handle it with love. It’s the only way”. I felt him stiffen up at the mention of the word. He scoffed into my shoulder: “Love?” Then he drew back and looked me full in the eyes. His face was distorted with anger — puffy and red with his veins sticking out on his neck and temples. “I don’t even know what love is anymore. Everything’s bullshit!” Continue reading…

Basic Facts about the 2016 US Election

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I HAVE BEEN WRITING AN ARTICLE ABOUT THE UPCOMING US ELECTION because so many of my friends seem to be in a fluster about it and this has concerned me. But it has got rather lengthy, so I thought I would make a bullet-point list of the essential headings in the article and place them in an image which can easily be shared. So here it is attached. Please click on it to read the smaller print and then, if you wish, please share. Thank you!

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Washed from Fear [poem]

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Fear is how you are controlled;
not only by the ones who you allow
(for now) to rule your life
[like politicians, chemists, TV pundits,
teachers, gurus, presidents and papers,
governments and parents,
social programmes,
children, husbands, wives]
[for none deserve to rule in any way
or over anything {that’s just a trick
that’s used to geld your prick and balls
or steal your Queenship, trawl the fish
from out your realm and see (or sea)}];
but also most of all, my lightless friend,
you’re filled with fear of DEPTH
lest you should go beyond
your normal comfort zone
and find with horror that
you’ve strayed too far from “home”
and, thus afraid to wander any more,
you hide inside the place you think
is refuge… then you lock the door.

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Dear Universe [poem]

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Dear Universe, are you now mocking me by
thrusting forth a form before my failing eyes
that you already knew would mesmerise me as
the long envisioned countenance to galvanise
my dormant seeds reluctantly to spring to life
and turn from dark to light the course which
they had taken for perhaps 1000 years before
(or maybe you are testing out my readiness)
[I’ve watched with in ter est the sparkling trail]
but yet would now sprout leaves to no avail?

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Variety of Questions and Messages I’ve received in Recent Weeks

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HERE IS A VARIETY OF QUESTIONS AND MESSAGES I’VE RECEIVED IN RECENT WEEKS, which I’ve concatenated into a single paragraph, since they all dovetail into each other. (Then please see my reply below). Here are the questions and messages: “It’s all hopeless, man! The world is totally cracked! Everything has gone crazy — so crazy that I can’t even recognise the world anymore as a place that I want to be in. I’d rather disappear in a puff of smoke forever. It’s just not worth writing anything anymore. I try to talk to people about what’s really going on in the world — the manipulation, lies and stupidity — but they just treat me as if I’m mad. The level of people’s gullibility right now (especially in the countdown to the pretended US election) is STAGGERING! There is so much virtue-signalling and hypocritical posturing by folks wanting to big themselves up. Ugggh! Your lyrics and poems are very beautiful and noble and all that stuff. But what is the point of writing them? Seriously Alan, why bother? Hardly anyone looks at them and those who are interested in them already understand what you are saying, so what’s the point? All genuine artists are simply wasting their time. They’re banging their heads on a brick wall. Do something else in life and benefit yourself. Go back to Tenerife and bathe in the sun and sea, while writing an occasional candy-floss sonnet to titillate the masses. Any serious message today will be almost completely ignored, while anything irrational, superficial or nonsensical will flourish hugely. If I was to photograph my cat or my tattoos, or criticize Donald Trump, I would be inundated with hundreds of “likes” and ridiculously flattering comments. But when I’ve tried to start a profound discussion about the essence of true spirituality, there is a wall of silence. It just makes me want to give up on everything. What’s the point of anything? What is the world coming to?”

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Dangling on a Single Thread [sonnet]

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So many years since perfume graced my nose;
I’ve now forgotten how to bathe in skin.
No fecund business in that garden grows;
no longer would I know where to begin.

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The Beauty of Darkness [poem]

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Some think of light as love
and, by implication,
they must think of dark as hate;
while those who think that
light equates with truth
must, by inferential logic,
think that dark is only lies.
Still others soundly say that
light is representative of
knowledge sacred or profane
and thereby do assert that
ignorance and darkness
are from tributary veins.

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Conversation about Spotify

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NICE GUY: “Are you on Spotify?”

ME: “No way! It’s basically a music pirating channel disguised as a legitimate download company and although it makes money it pays artists next to nothing. Really, almost nothing”.

NICE GUY [laughing]: “True”.

ME [also laughing]: “It’s weird how people will not think twice about buying a fika in Espresso House and yet do anything they can to wriggle out of paying the same amount of money for an artist’s hard work”.

NICE GUY: “Yeah, so do you have an actual album for sale then?”

ME: Yes, I do! [producing album magically out of box]

NICE GUY: “Great, I’ll buy it then!”

ME [thinking in my head]:
“Now there’s a real gentleman who gets it” 😉