Reflections
Conversation about Spotify
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” 😉
The Flesh-Market in Nice – A Meditation
At 5.30am, after dropping my daughter off at the ferry to Corsica, I drove the length of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice, from the ferry-port to the airport. Almost 7 km (4 miles). I passed the huge display of flowers left by mourners against the sea wall as a memorial to the 84 people killed by a 19-ton lorry driven by a crazed French-Tunisian with a grudge 44 days ago. As the traffic lights were against me I had time to hear the echoes of the screams and feel the thuds and breaking bones within my soul. This world revolves through pirate seas. One is only here for the lessons and adventure and ‘random’ madness proving what it means to be a (temporarily) disconnected soul from Essence.
Recovered Memories
My daughter found a bag in the basement of a house in which we used to live in France some years ago and has just given it to me. It contains an old poetry notebook of mine from more than 30 years ago (some years before she was born!), containing dated handwritten first drafts and random thoughts. (No mobile phones or mass personal computers then 😉 ). The bag also had loads of photos I took on a Ricoh pre-digital era SLR camera, including many I took after breaking into Greenham Common USAF base in broad daylight to photograph the bunkers there which housed cruise missiles. I took a lot of risks in those days. Guess nothing’s changed! 😀
The front cover of one of my poetry notebooks from the 1980s, “Poèmes et Pensées”.
One of the poems in the notebook, entitled “The Cleansing”, written to a friend who’d had an abortion when she was an early teenager and still felt anguish about it in her 30s when I knew her (and was then her lover). [Sidenote: the word “awesome”, in the days when I wrote this poem, did not have the rather silly meaning which it has now (when even an ice-cream can be described as “awesome”!). The original meaning of the word denotes a terrible and/or humbling sense of gravity when faced with an overwhelming situation]
Truth is like Poetry
This is a completely testable hypothesis. Put a photo of your cat or your dinner (or a suggestive selfie, or a quote from a new age “author”) online one day. Then put a poem on the next day and an investigative exposé article the next. Then compare the results! 😀
Terrorist Attack in Nice not a hoax
SOME OF MY FRIENDS may now be confused to see me write about the terrorist attack in Nice NOT being a hoax involving dummy bodies and fake blood. (See my article, entitled “Easily Fooled: The Nice Lorry Massacre was no Hoax”, which you can find here: https://thenakedtroubadour.com/2016/07/25/easily-fooled/ ). There is now a widespread acceptance and rigorous assertion that when one of these massacres happens it is a staged event with many less dead than is claimed and lots of fake bodies on the ground and crisis actors. It is de rigueur to think that way instantly if one has a conspiracy mindset. One is virtually bullied into believing that by those who fancy themselves as teachers in the conspiracy scene because if you don’t then you will be accused of being “a stupid sheep” 
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😀 🐑 , as one of those self-styled teachers wrote to me in a message yesterday.
Easily Fooled
Why the Nice Lorry Massacre was no Hoax
PREDICTABLY, THE ARMCHAIR CONSPIRACY THEORISTS are back in action regarding the Nice lorry massacre on July 14th — speculating and outright inventing reasons to “prove” that it never really happened (or only partially happened the way it was claimed to have happened) and that all (or some of) the bodies strewn down nearly two kilometres of the Promenade des Anglais were dummies (they also claim that one was actually a dead pig!) and all (or some of) the pools of blood were fake and that any alleged witnesses are crisis actors employed for the purpose of upholding the lie. As far as they are concerned, the massacre in Nice was an elaborate hoax mounted by “the Illuminati” and made to look like a real event. This is not just a question of a handful of internet nutters making these claims. The web is full of it! Even among my “friends” on Facebook I have seen these claims repeatedly in the last few days.
Something to Bear in Mind, Part #2
Continuing from yesterday’s post, “Something to Bear in Mind, Part#1”, about the level of infiltration of all movements, groups and organisations — whether of right, left, alternative or liberal wings — by agents provocateurs and shills of the power-elite today, I want to develop this and show how to view it all without being upset by it or overly concerned. That many of those who are familiar with the extent of this infiltration are shaken by it, I can understand. It is a huge thing. Comparatively few in the world realise just how much infiltration there is and how deep it goes. It is too much to face up to for many and is a terrible realisation which means one has to rethink everything (which, actually, is no bad thing! 😉 ). However, personally speaking, I am not remotely concerned by this infiltration and I want to share here with you why that should be:
Something to Bear in Mind, Part #1
The corrupt power-elite (the unseen entities which temporarily control this planet) control all sides now — some blatantly, some more subtly — whether republican, democrat, conservative, socialist, labour party, green, “alternative”, New Age movement, anarchist, peace movement, “truth” movement, UFO societies, Christianity, Islam, ISIS, religious cults, anti-cult organisations, the whole fucking show. They are all hopelessly infiltrated and controlled from within by the power-elite and it’s far more advanced than anyone may imagine. Such infiltration is standard intelligence procedure, right up there alongside false-flag operations as undercover tactics to bring down perceived opponents. Always control every side. It’s a theatre designed for a funny farm but it’s no joke. So here’s my advice: Join nothing. Trust nothing (except patent truth). Develop discernment. Know the difference between true light and phony light (disguised darkness). Develop some of the skills of a world-class spy (those few which don’t involve lying and killing). Laugh a lot with friends. Meditate. Exercise your body. Live cleanly and quietly. Play music, sing and/or dance much. Respect yourself and your life-force (and that of others). Centre yourself in love (which is beautifully powerful for those who love it, bewildering for those who aren’t used to it, destructive to anything dark and it must never be confused with sentimentality). Develop a piercing mind (not to be confused with IQ). Don’t run away. From anything. Ever. Stand your ground in the Light. Always. Be a Knight. Fear nothing and no one. Smile. Enjoy yourself. 🙂
“What are you Contemplating?”
SO I’M SITTING IN A CHAIR JUST NOW, thinking deeply. And my sister walks past me and says “What are you contemplating?” So I reply: “I’m just thinking how what that evil Tunisian twat did in Nice the other night is actually very little compared to what the US and UK military forces have done in Iraq and Libya, where they’ve killed MILLIONS of women and children”. That’s what I said to her. Then I continued contemplating about how the presidents and prime ministers — empty men and women (whatever happened to the idea of a “patriarchy”? 😉 ) — have the nerve to give talks on TV with their fake pomp and phony manner and speak about how they will “take a stand against terrorism” and will not be cowed by those who are “jealous of our freedoms” and all that bla-bla bullshit, when it is the governments themselves who are the real terrorists — far worse terrorists than the ISIS mercenary psychopaths (who are in any case funded by the CIA and its satellites) or the fucked-up, angry, trigger-happy, Maghrebian misfits in France. I say “far worse” because at least you know where you stand with the ISIS mercenaries and Maghrebian misfits, in that they declare their evil and violence with pride, whereas the politicians pretend they are humane and peace-loving.
A Remarkable Revelation
This is a remarkable revelation! George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” — a gloriously graphic satire on the inevitable political hypocrisy which occurs in communist/socialist settings (or virtually any situation where “equality” is claimed) — was rejected by publishers many times. Such rejection is always a problem when sending a magic manuscript to dull publishers with an agenda. Orwell had a remarkable way of communicating complex ideas in a manner that anyone can understand. Hardly surprising then that this allegorically lucid novel was rejected by such an uptight, obscurantist poet as T.S. Eliot! 😀 (It is also always encouraging for struggling authors to know that even brilliant writers receive numerous rejection slips for great novels from publishers!).
The Naked Troubadour 