So What’s the Big Deal about the Mayan Calendar?
I can’t imagine why the beliefs and practices of the Mayans would be of any relevance to anyone today who wants to be a spiritual person. People just assume that because it was an ancient culture where the priests got doped out of their brains it must have therefore been some kind of cool shamanistic utopia from which we can all learn. Revisionist political correctness has ensured that academics take a romantic view and speak only of great discoveries and high civilisation. Don’t be fooled. The Mayan culture was a bloodthirsty, totalitarian society that essentially destroyed itself. Because polygamy was practised among the nobility, warring factions were constantly fighting among themselves with huge cost to life. They performed human sacrifice, including child sacrifice (which could also involve the cutting out of their hearts) which could take place from birth onwards. They would torture and sacrifice prisoners of war, beheading them and keeping the heads with them as a trophy. To get into a religious or leadership high position was not on the basis of suitability but nepotism. Not what you knew but who you knew. Contrary to popular myth, Mayan society was not a peaceful culture but one which was entirely based on war. War was at the heart of Mayan culture. Heck, what they got up to (if you care to look into all the latest archaeological research instead of romantic New Age revisionism) makes the American war machine of today seem like the studio set for The Adventures of Noddy (Oui-Oui in France!). As to their spiritual activity, well here is an excerpt from an essay by Time Magazine science writer, Michael D. Lemonick:
Would you Love him if he wasn’t Famous? [sonnet]
Would you love him if he wasn’t famous —
if he was not some big shot in the world?
Just another normal ignoramus;
would you still want him round your finger twirled?
Be honest, tell the truth, if he was just
a plumber or a sweeper in a store
would love be there or feelings of disgust
and would you wish he could be so much more?
No need to answer all my questions here;
I know already what you’d have to say.
You choose men not for love but out of fear:
a parasite — on power and wealth you prey.
To seek the top guy’s programmed in your genes
but gold-digging is whoring which demeans.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
The biggest non-event in recent history will unhappen
ON FRIDAY 21st OF DECEMBER, the biggest non-event in recent history will unhappen. I’ve been tracking this for some time. Years, in fact. Based on a false interpretation of a Mayan calendar, it’s very interesting how it has evolved. First, there was the claim from some of a certain persuasion that there would be a kind of spiritual apocalypse with everyone being struck by blindness for a brief time, which would only be survived by those who had attuned themselves with the right kind of exercises to the “new vibration” overtaking the planet — as if that was the absolute beginning of the New Age. All the rest (those who had fear or who were not attuned) would perish. Then there were the earthly apocalypse stories of weird objects or planets hitting the earth and mystical galactic alignments and pole shifts and earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. Sometimes those two stories would go together — sometimes not, with many variations in between. Now I observe there’s a lot of backtracking from these two positions, saying it will be a day which seems like any other but the shift in consciousness will have taken place anyway but only those attuned to it will feel it. A very neat way of sidestepping the whole issue. Talk about mind-control! 😉 One thing is certain: Many have made a lot of money out of this non-event. (Not for the first time either). There will eventually be a cataclysmic maelstrom on this planet; no doubt about that. But not on the 21st December 2012, for of the exact time when this will take place we cannot know. Besides, there are some other things which have to take place first, not least of which is the emergence of a world leader of the world government which will be. That will be even more deceptive than the installation of the lawyer Obama as US president, having been falsely presented to the people as a benign and peace-loving prophet-saviour. The Obama psyop is just a rehearsal for an even deeper deception. It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. Time will tell. A friend of mine once said that in order to make sense of the world today one needs the hide of a rhinoceros and the abilities of a world-class spy. I know what he means. Mostly one needs wisdom, the capacity to see through bullshit and a love of truth. Everything being claimed today about the 21st of December is bullshit. Pure fantasy and surmising — wishful thinking or downright deception. We are in the midst of a vast battle between light and darkness which doesn’t only involve humans. We have to keep an eye on what’s really happening in this world rather than falling for stories invented either by people lost in the mysteries of their own navels or those who are the rulers of this present evil world-system. For some time, those rulers have been pulling off deceptions which have fooled most of the people all of the time. Their gullibility is gargantuan. They easily fall for preposterous lies from the media and their governments (and are even proud to do so); yet when good and wise people with no axe to grind show them the truth of what is really happening they yell “Conspiracy theorist!” How convenient. When the mass of the human race give more credence to lies than truth, call darkness light, think that evil is good, you know that the end of this civilisation can not be far away. But it won’t be in the next 48 hours! That I can guarantee 🙂
Not Merely One [sonnet]
There is no single soul to call The One.
The love-cord twined in everybody’s heart
can just as easily be finely spun
to weave a home in any counterpart.
The seeds of love will land wherever they
can find some wholesome earth to flourish in;
for they can spring to life in any way.
It’s love which chooses where it will begin
…and never end (though interruptions come,
disruptions too) with many journeys made
for to love’s siren call we must succumb
when destiny plays out its serenade.
It’s wise there’s more than One for us to know
for through variety we vastly grow.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
Poor Performance
That was a very poor performance yesterday from the President of the United States of America. Fake tears and all. No Oscars there (though his speech-writer deserves one for pulling every drop of political advantage out of the situation!). The hypocrisy was even worse. The day I see someone in high office in the US stand up in tears (real ones) and apologise for all the children across the world who have been killed by the Amerikan War Machine (and promise “never again”) I will know that something is happening to human consciousness. In Iraq alone, between 30% and 40% of all those killed by US forces have been children. That is a huge number. Many tens of thousands at least. It is characteristically narcissistic (and jingoistic) for people in the USA to ignore that and shed tears (and seek the world’s sympathy) only when those of their own group are destroyed. Selective sorrow is unacceptable when it concerns the deliberate killing of children. Example is the most powerful form of education. When governments run around the world killing loads of people (including civilian women and children), unstable types quickly get the message that mass murder is somehow acceptable. That’s the lesson. Tragic though it was, the few kids killed at the school in Connecticut this week were a mere microcosm of the global massacres and mass murders that their parents and grandparents have been tacitly or explicitly supporting across the world for decades. I’m sorry to have to say this but there needs to be some perspective in the face of the neglectful emotionalism being paraded across the media at the moment.
Until we leave behind…
Until we leave behind completely all national, cultural and religious conditioning, there will not be any real spiritual, ethical, moral or anthropological progress on this planet. That means no longer thinking of ourselves as British, Serbian, Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Amerikan, Australian, Ghanaian, French, Swedish, Canadian, Argentinian, Chinese, Russian, Mexican, German, Italian or any other such crazy thing. We only need to envision ourselves as living beings with a destiny and to do all that we can to search out and live that destiny. There is no flag (rhymes with rag) or religion (rhymes with division) worth fighting for or believing in. To discover what we are made of and who we are meant to be as men and women is both our starting point and our lifelong calling. From there we hold out a hand to others, test all things to see if they are true and trusty (for discernment is a vital part of the art of being) and then live fearlessly with all heart and goodness (call it love if you like). After that, a whole lot of stuff falls into place and makes its own arc in the sky. If only…
Crystal Reverie [sonnet]
If everything was made of crystal glass
how much more careful we would likely be.
Before the world our thoughts would clearly pass
and that then thus dissolves mendacity.
Scheming, plotting, inwardly concocting
snares, wars, ruses, any subterfuges
all exposed for all to see, erupting
lays bare road-to-nowhere posing stooges.
Yet if of glass we all were cleanly made
the ones resentful of the clarity
would soon go on a shatt’ring escapade
and thus would reign again barbarity!
But still, despite my body’s opaque form,
I’ll make my heart’s transparency the norm.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
Problematic Roles of Men and Women
One hears so much about the problematic roles of men and women these days amidst many scorching flames. To me, the answer is simple. One only has to look deeply into the essence of oneself with honesty, avoiding the rigid, coercive denials of reality inherent in 21st century political correctness. A woman’s role with regard to her relationship to a man is to lead him to himself — to his true heart. She more easily swims in the deep and can take him by the hand into the sweet tide of emotion where, with her, he can become all that he is meant to be in the midst of love and safety. This is what he needs and through this he finds a missing piece of his fulfilment. Only a true woman in touch with herself and her gracious, benevolent power can do that. False representations of womanhood, such as bimbos and gold-diggers, with their pocket-emptying (mind-emptying) promises of loveless sex and pseudo-femininity (ladettes included here), will never be able to do that for a man — though they can certainly seduce him into imagining they can. Feminists can never do that for a man either — though they can certainly intimidate a man into submission so he imagines she can. Only a woman who is free from unwomanly resentments and shoulder-chips, who rejoices in human femin-inity rather than textbook femin-ism, who can embrace the depth of her womanhood and who respects the creative power of real manhood can step into that role. However, alongside of that, the man’s role with regard to his relationship with the woman is to help her to feel safe and secure in the midst of all the tumultuous depth that she is — essentially, his role is to be a rock for her to whom to cling (figuratively-speaking). This is what she needs and through this she finds a missing piece of her own fulfilment, no matter how much she may have been persuaded otherwise by the shrill voices of fashion and cultural shibboleths. Until women and men accept these things as living realities in a mutual symbiosis of beauty and completion, there will continue to be an unprofitable socially-engineered “battle of the sexes” in this fragmented world. With love and light to all… ❤
I am Complete [poem]
I am complete
needing neither none
to dance within my field
or life’s ungame
nor any thing
that can be named.
If you should seek
to draw me in
I will not yield.
All cellular constructions
now before me in this moment
I will treat the same
No clear distinctions will be made
for I am now replete
enveloped by this tick of time
which
considering my frame of mind
is not compelled by any rhythm,
meter’s scan or rhyme.
I am complete.
Yet not one fleeting second
intervenes
my oneness with all
creaturelife
in here
and now
absolving every sandy
gravelled grain of strife.
And even though the cold
makes deepsome cracks
upon my always probing fingers
thumbs I have no need for
friend or lover
wife who throws me crumbs
or any other.
Undesire [sonnet]
I used to think desire was a word
which I should seek — experience in full.
Somehow it drew me and my loins were stirred
perceiving it as almost visual.
Whenever I desired I acquiesced;
temptation’s flickers set my heart in flames.
But then I saw desire as second-best
lusting after unattainable aims.
So now no longer do I fill my eyes
and ears with thoughts of what I vainly want.
Whatever comes my way I improvise;
when faced with snares I shall be nonchalant.
And thus desire and I have formed a truce
because for futile ends I have no use.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 