Pack up or Pick up.

Pack up or Pick up.

Have managed at long last to get something down with which some folks might find a little more interesting than what I have been attempting in the past few weeks. There must be a regard and constructive hope for the future.

Perhaps the future really does belong to those who have the courage and audacity to seize the moment and stamp their personality on there on. That is before the herd get a chance to muddy the waters with their version of a indifferent world.

Take Over Bid?

Take Over Bid?

It looks to me as though there has been a take over bid in my absence on other matters.

Well this is where the fight back begins. Just who is SNAP and where the hell do they get off taking over my affairs without so much as a by your leave? That is of course par for the game these days it might seem to some but don't let the buggers get away with it. Otherwise the next thing you know you won't have a fig leaf to cover your dignity.

Well I cannot say it has been a very enlightening period of my life. But then all you fellow suffers and trauma types battling with the BIG C, have good cause for complaint. Or have you? Yes I agree there does seem to be much of IT about it might appear. In fact I think there must be a great many good laughs floating about on the breeze if you only have time to pick them out and put the correct aspect on them. And that of course is the trouble. Getting the correct aspect.

Just what is the Correct Aspect? Is it the Jokey Sod , who you can never pin down and doesn't take anything seriously? Always good for a laugh, but sometimes hard when it is at you expense. Perhaps the : Smart-Arse is more to your taste. Always quick with a put down but not really interested in carrying you or the project forward, merely there to score the points.

Hard work never killed anybody they say, but it can't half ruin the nail varnish, I notice.

Take my little adventures last Thursday. Fed up to the back teeth with tearing lumps off my dear wife. This sort of thing does happen at times when you have been married over fifty years and suddenly run out of imagination, ideas and talent. And more specifically patience. Your BIG IDEA has disappeared down the plug hole without  even a decent gurgle to announce its departure.

So there I was: sprawled out just inside Boots the Chemist shop, having lost a feeble struggle with my rollater, [the newly imported name from the US of A for an exercise walker], blood. My blood spilling from yet another break in my, thankfully, very tough skull. next thing I can actually rationalise is the fact that due to a short bout of concussion. I end up in a Central London Accident and Emergency Department of an unknown hospital, when the accident took place a mere five minutes from my home.

Yes! Yes, I do realise the ambulance driver had rules and regulations to go by which took me on a mystery tour over half of North London, in the all consuming quest to discover just what there was wrong with me. For that part I can only acknowledge their efficiency, diligence and adherence to the rule book. Now once again I have egg on my face as my younger son has just rung to say they had taken me to Whipps Cross Hospital. Just goes to show how wrong you can be? Evening all!

New Departure .

New Departure .

Well after so much humming and haring we have finally got ourselves a cleaning lady and what a wonderful tonic she seems to be? very much what we always have wanted. Especially so now that I am crippled with stomach cancer. Though it must be said that things do appear to be getting a good deal better from that aspect of things.

A good many of the aches and pains the old torso has been a martyr to seem to have abated somewhat today. Since I asked her if she would do my bed for me and she appears to have made an excellent job of that chore. Right or wrong I do hope that I can make a significant extension to my lifespan by gentle additions so that I can check any corrections I feel need to be made to my previous notes. Naturally this attitude might easily be construed as an intolerable greed for a longer life-span when I have already enjoyed a considerable extension over that considered the norm.

I trust this will not be the case as I must admit in the past few weeks there does happen to have been a dip in my output of original ideas to larder the pantry with, as a result even I have been thinking that perhaps I need to seed my output with something a little more original or at least refreshing to try and get things moving once again.

Family.

Family.

Have you got a family? Well I suppose we all have one up to a point. After all it may be only a couple who gave you birth, or now only one, or even none, if you are really out on a limb, but it could be a far more happy band ? Only too willing to take exception to what you would like to do, be, or the way you wish it to be? Just had a weekend like that where those who have visited seem to take an exception to most of what you wish to say or do.

Naturally enough it is always a certain hope that a good deal of what the family group wants fom you is what you would also be quite pleased with in your immediate life. It is hard to believe sometimes when I look at the wreak from stomach cancer I am now that fifty odd years ago our family was such a handsome young group swaning around all getting ourselves hitched to the various apples of our eyes.

NHS : Tourists.

NHS : Tourists:

Well my wife wants to watch this latest expose on the BBC, TV !. About the National Health Tourists., so that's just what we will be looking at this evening. We certainly appear the patsies when it comes to paying out twice for our pleasures ? Though today I did see on Yahoo an item mentioning that the Americans go a good deal further by paying out last year [?] $/£:2,300,000 to millionaires in benefits. Well that is certainly a statistic which suggests that the Western civilisation has almost gone back to Greek and Roman times ? When anyone who was not a slave had a great time pontificating on everything and nothing under the sun.

It appears the hunt for the : cheats, twisters, connivers, thieves and general duckers and divers,  in the system goes on? Interesting how the initial miscreants, as my elder son would call them, started with the banking fraternity, and proceeded from there to politicians. First with our own lot, then that bunch of thieves in the Euro Parliament.  Now it would appear the media has got their teeth well an truly into their rather warped approach to the Corinthian Spirit, there is no end to what they are likely or probably might turn up?

Certainly not when they turned up the Murdoch organisation as they are still picking it apart. Naturally enough this had only been a very late in the day spill over from the fall out from the Battle Royal that resulted in the loss of Captain Bob Maxwell, or the bouncing Czech to the spirit of free enterprise, when he disappeared from his palatial yacht.

When I went to discover his name, amazing how quickly we can forget these titans of the world of commerce, my wife remembered almost instantly. She was not watching the NHS Tourists programme at all but the biography of Kenny Everett: In the best possible taste.Trust me to get it all up round my neck. So to bed.

and their spears into pruninghooks:

and their spears into pruninghooks:

Holy Bible : Old Testament.

Isaiah ch. 2. v.4. See also Micah ch.4 v.3. Joel ch.3.v. 10

I imagine this second part of the very popular quotation from the Old Testament is one that is well known and easily recognised. In this case I wanted to split the quotation in order to emphasis its importance to the idea that such a prophacey can and will come true. Once again it is remarkable that the magic figure of three needs to underscore the idea.
http://changeofemfasis/michael.ashiel

These three images above represent. Mike Bayman age about eighteen months. At the top.

Next down is brother Colin a little younger possibly about a year or so.

With the bottom image of Mike's grandson, Lewis at around a year, possibly his first birthday party. 1993.

plowshares,

plowshares,

It is a fact that at the present time the limits on longevity have been set for time immemorial . The usual is general trotted out: no-one evades death or taxes. Well, that is as maybe but a great phalanx of our dear bankers seem to be getting away with more than their fair share.

Michael is Needed.

Michael is Needed.


As it happens to put away the ironing board. At least today I did not have to use it that was left to Sheila and Joyce. Ah, the trials and tribulations of an ex-matelot, as they sometimes don't say in this country. Anyway I have just had a perusal at my stats for the day and happy I am that they are spreading slowly round the globe.

It beats me to wonder why so of theses folks on my home page wish to have 10 million or so followers all in five minutes, to lard-up their egos  I suppose though no doubt their excuse is to make some filthy lucca to give themselves something to live on. Now in my case , though I hate to brag about it, but both my trouble and I managed to collect our revenue from legit sources. Though naturally the tax folks, being the way they are they still try to get their molars into our small slice of the cake. Such of course is life.

Setting Things Straight.

Setting Things Straight.

Today is a very important day for me with my ladies at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in Spitalfields Central London,  to have another assessment of my condition, a rather thin one I have to confess. Nevertheless I have a strong feeling that my condition is slowly getting better, as for the past three or four days I do detect a very slow but steady feeling of greater strength, which I must not rush. I strongly hope I get further assistance from another prescription from the steroid tablets which I have run out of today.

If not when I come home. Harry I hope is on his way down to the hospital.

Never Volunteer for Anything !

Never Volunteer for Anything !

Probably one of the first things any sprog entry into the armed forces has drummed into them by the cynical old sweats is : never volunteer of anything. If you happen to be looking for an almanac of barrack room humour of the more gentle kind an excellent and quick way to tune up on the mind set of many squadies, this might prove to be the route.

Naturally over the years it slowly dawns on most of us there are in the main two ways to come unstuck, not only in military lives and careers but in the nitty-gritty of of ordinary hustle and busy of virtually everything humanity is involved. If you wish to make a name for yourself and don't mind a great deal it's precise inflection then by all means volunteer. If not or in doubt as to where such an action as sticking up your hand to answer the latest conundrum might freak you out. Keep stoom.

For many, many years, the later was my philosophy until one day I found to my dismay and fear that I suddenly dreaded the thought of being exposed as one of those who; did not pull his weight and allowed lesser lights to pull my share of the load. Then it was a question of hiding the talents and abilities I felt already possessed away from the promoters and exploiters as I tried to build the confidence required to construct a substantial platform, to defend myself against the smart Alec's and flash Harry's, who would undoubtedly attempt to flush me out from any shelter I might choose to crawl into in any attempt to promote or defend what they would consider the impossible dream.

Slowly though, as the months and years passed it began to become a fact that new ideas and ways to present these ideas that all humanity, that has been to any degree been educated or tutored to; evaluate, what logic, experience and knowledge will teach them gradually pushed my own empirical experience and wisdom to the forefront of the competing potential solutions to solve the maelstrom of chaos that was rapidly engulfing the planet.

The top image gives the impression that I have just volunteered for something but probably misleading. This image was probably taken in the mid- nineteen nineties I would guess. The middle shot since I retired looking very smug. The baby one just goes to show just what you might grow up to what look like if you don't watch out. Probably taken about 1935/36.

Master Computer.

Master Computer.

Some time ago I read about the Master Computer, in the New Scientist magazine. An interesting tale from the British magazine concerning a computer that would at some time in the near future be powerful enough to run the whole of the human, electrical and mechanical endeavours. From the one single source. The single source would quickly become powerful enough to run  down the various other streams of energy fuelling the master computer.

Naturally enough it soon became evident that the single source of the Master item,which had become the single source, of energy came from a Computer, merely became the dictator of each item created by the human entity. This situation also produced a new dictatorial instrument to govern the material instruments, but also those human pieces required for any further flexibility.

In order to balance the whole machine that was intended to operate and govern an entire working machine for the whole planetary network, named Earth, it was quick to be seen and understood to do so it would require the whole make up and similar approach to that of the Bible. This requires a governing factor, a placebo to maintain a balance, and to speed and enhance the whole, a computer.

These factors then reflect, but do not eradicate, the three elements defined in the Bible; as God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost.

An Alternative Scenario.

An Alternative Scenario.

Many moons ago when I was no bigger than a grasshopper and all the grass around the locality had grown long and shaggy, just like many will think this tale bears a remarkable likeness to, due in the main to efforts being made to win the second World Conflict. My dear old mum took me to see the headmaster at our primary school to discover his idea of my chances in the local examinations coming up for the local grammar school.

His report and manner glowed with confidence and assurance at my chance of success. Certainly he will pass with flying colours that much is certain. Overall in the class he is top, and in most of the necessary and prime subjects solidly in the lead. Really you have no worries as to your son's success. In fact I would say he is definitely one of the brighter and more able lads we have had here for some years.

After such a glowing report and gratifying endorsement of his judgement of my chances. The follow up letter to announce my success, though with the invitation to an interview to complete the offer of  a place in the school quickly following. It all seemed the barely worth the effort of a single doubt. How harsh, and brutal life can appear to be sometimes? With retrospect the scruffy lad who had stood before the interview board must have looked a very unlikely candidate for their preparation schedule, of potential university material.

So to an older hand like my father the ways of the world held many disappointments though few surprises. For the odd moment or two he allowed a brief glimpse of his feelings to show before consoling me. As I have been trying out recently is the idea that, with the circumstantial evidence of my own experience racketed up over sixty or more years there is a convincing alternative scenario, and a much more positive one that I feel can be considered.

On our way through life there are many forks in the road and which choice you take is not always dependant on the free will though many will attempt to seduce us with the idea that this is the case. With so many oddities that have occurred over the years in my erratic voyage of trial, error and discovery it is rather surprising never to have considered this before.

But then perhaps it is possible that I have and might also have come to much the same conclusion as now?
At the time one of the comic strips in the Daily Mirror our usual reading fare in the house were running a strip cartoon with the leading character called Garth who was being brought up away from prying eyes by two eccentric professors , using controversial techniques. Their system in the cartoon soon produced a super man.

Naturally I soon dismissed any romantic idea that my own disappointment was in anyway linked to this odd idea, of social engineering. However over the years the idea in embryo did reappear many times but could usually be fobbed off, until that is forty years ago, when my 'revelation,' put the final nail in its coffin. Though in point of fact in the intervening years the revelation of December 1972, put a vast swath of my previous, rocks of faith and points of reference into limbo in trying to interpret its meaning.

Now reviewing the checked history my career has experienced since the age of ten, and a more sober reflection of events there does seem a more objective possibility to why the answer to an age old conundrum could be unravelled by other than the sword.

For those with Eyes.

For those with Eyes.

For those with eyes to see. As anyone will tell you, if you do not know already though I suspect you may do. The fuller quote is have ears to hear. The message and the messenger are crystal clear. Unfortunately as I have discovered to my cost there is very often a vast difference between what the messenger can even begin to say to clarify their message to those who have no desire or wish, to see or hear.

The curse of the closed mind. Of course to a degree, sometimes an unnerving degree afflicts us all. Fortunately there are always a goodly number of folks around who are willing to challenge the status quo, despite, even in a relatively free wheeling world, of today, which has been illustrated only too starkly with the comments posted on the social sites of Twitter.

A good deal of the misunderstanding has been the rather naive idea promulgated by the young, talented youth who created the medium that something of a virginal nature. If operated by, and with the best of intentions will, can and should be sacrosanct from criticism of anyone, especially the older generation. The older generation which of course, always carries with it a good deal of extraneous baggage.

It is this extraneous baggage, which is there and has to be taken into consideration if one wishes to make valued judgements and maintain a balanced viewpoint. This lesson of the value of experience has in recent years become, to a great degree, devalued due to the great speed of change. This has led to the more impetuous, creative and demanding leaders and innovators of the e-revolution to unbalance the system.

No-one least of all me, decries the enthusiasm, drive and sheer energy of youth, which under the weight of a bank of handicaps felt itself stifled, blocked and stymied then reduced by a fossilized system of promotion and often inferior management, versus the ever bloody minded, often one track issue, union opposition, with their 1984, slogans and mind set,  to await  the tortuous passage of years as their lives were whittled away.

Naturally the result of all this disastrous build up of raw energy has been a complete meltdown of the financial  and economic systems of the global economy. The political leaders either, with no real understanding of the power they weald, or paralysed by the overwhelming irresponsibles they face. The bedrock of the underlying trends that a broad grounding in history would underscore.

Having been jettisoned over a period of thirty years by trendy teaching methods and an ethos of all should have prizes, which merely reflects a basic weakness in a teaching regime and culture and encourages futile discontent and dissatisfaction with everything. From this children emerge from a school, even a university degree course, as a half-baked product, to manage a half-baked system.

The politicians, far too many of the same variety, many without even the tempering effect of some years cut and thrust of the labour market, have in effect polarised and neutered parliament. Too many it must be an embarrassment to observe, stagger about not unlike the young drunks, high on drugs and alcohol, where the age difference is far too narrow to be comfortable to men and women of more years to draw the necessary conclusions. Seeking solace and answers God only knows where. Certainly the time must have come for a massive rethink?

In a phrase. We have experienced, for some years now, a society where the mangy tail of the dog does the wagging for the whole body politic. Much to the disgust of the older more level headed silent majority.

Evolve or Die!

Evolve or Die !

Perhaps the title of the page is posted too starkly but the startling events of the London Olympics 2012, give a good backdrop and think piece to those who might be interested in the possibilities of the next step forward. Naturally with many thousands of others I have been analysing like there is no tomorrow on the results and impact of what we have witnessed in the past two weeks and whether it has any relevance on future events?

The whole issue to me is that the analysis points not to there is no tomorrow, but that there is a vastly different tomorrow opening before the human race. Let us face it, I suspect even the Almighty might consider his creation had run into a brick wall. If he has a Television in His heavenly suite. He must be highly cheesed off with the constant repeats. So it is with much gratitude he appears to support the efforts made by thousands of  New and Old British subjects, to put on a good show this past fortnight.

Naturally everyone does not seem to be entirely satisfied, then again there are always the nit-pickers, sour grapes artists, and mal-contents, but even with these barrel scrapers for justified complaint, an old cynic like me, on occasions, remembers the almost countless times a breakthrough has gone begging because a detail was inflated to crucify the demands of the big picture. No doubt all ye Thomas', will not be satisfied until at least Christmas.

And do not overlook in passing the propaganda artist, who is only paid to cheat, deceive and mislead the poor hard working stiff. I wonder if such creatures who owed their livelihood not to honest, productive toil but a more mischievous aim or ambition in life: the Machiavellian tendency. In the past such creatures had their uses when ; power, confusion , chaos and confusion was sort as a distorted short cut to power and the obscenity of war.

It had been surmised but viewed with highly differing conclusions. What would in fact happen if the limiting parameters of life, and more particularly death, were lifted out of the reckoning? many in the high spheres of power viewing the increasing collapse of the current systems of social development were determined to settle the dispute by employing the answers thrown up by a young middle-aged, common man in the early seventies.

Obviously the essays assumptions were crude, and lacked the sophistication of a University trained mind, as so often this breakthrough was to everyone's advantage as it encouraged a reappraisal of perspective: very much a work in progress. This had remained the case with great profit for all engaged, over the next forty years.

Now the whole picture has been, in a few short weeks vastly changed, as the work of vast numbers, in many disciplines have produced a network of like minded souls, few in fact knowing the width and breath of the Project they had been engaged upon over the four decades of its existence.

Once again the electronic-mechanical computer concept has proved itself a vastly  useful and improving dimension in enhancing the total life existence; value and correction, to the merely decorative and seductive, but so often circular debate.

Terminology.

Terminology.

In the small hours of this morning about two or three o'clock I came up with what I thought might be of interest to those wishing to conjecture on the way forward to a truly united planet Earth. Naturally when you are in the four day of chemotherapy treatment and trying hard to stay with and on an even keel is sometimes a rather difficult exercise. I wonder first if all countries who have lived by the sea for centuries have so many words and phrases in the lexicon, I suspect it is so.

Anyhow we in England have to a degree been fortunate in being in the correct place by good fortune, or the design of the Almighty, and it might be seen a flexible attitude in adapting constantly to new nations input as the language developed.

Consider this if you will?

Consider this if you will?

At this time I am in my sixtieth year of life and have been employed by the company since March. 23-SD.14.
It is my belief that the year stated on the cover of this diary [ 1991 ] has a good deal more significance than would appear. To verify this statement may prove to be very difficult if not impossible, but an idea did occur some years ago that in the March of SD-18, a realignment of the World's significant computers began.

At that time our prefix, on the job records,* at the company changed from the letter K to M on, I believe, the 15 March. This date I am unable to confirm as the record has since been destroyed.

Extract from Master Log of Michael Ashiel, SD: 21-12-14                     * phrase added : July SD 39-8-17.

At this time the question was put to me that we should go over to an all digit number but I argued against it and the letter system with four digits was retained. Each new sequence starts at 4000 and finishes at 9999., with the omision of the 7000, sequence. Currently we are on the P, sequence. All of this may have no relevance to current affarirs but the possiblity remains.

Further extract from Master Log of Michael Ashiel,  SD: 21-12-24 .T.08 43.

The Knitty, Gritty ?

The Knitty, Gritty ?

Okay. gals and guys to name but a few, let's stop pussy footing around and get back to : once upon a time there was a chap who picked up his pen and wrote a few words and shook up the whole system. Well as it happened the whole system needed a damn good shake up. As you might agree, if of course you have half a brain to exercise with, unfortunately not all are blessed with that much gray matter. Ah, well never mind perhaps, just perhaps we might be able to do something to help them , in the long run?

Well things usually do when folks have been using the same old tired acts over and over again.
 Have you noticed  just how puerile they start to get? After a few shakes of the lamb's tail, it all becomes quite revolting then slowly it all gradually degenerates into the genital zone. Otherwise known as the good old lavatorial humour, much loved by our red neck friends and relations.

The trouble is even our jolly old red-neck friends, slowly come to realize there is a flaw in their philosophy, just like Hamlet, as they sink slowly into their self induced alcoholic daze. Fortunately none of us have to go to the lengths of the prince of Denmark, or the prince of anywhere come to that, to unscrew their dilemma, even if they only do have half a brain. The first lesson they need to learn is : to exercise more self-discipline.

In the so called good old days, when me and Methuselah were lads together, the military authorities and other august bodies who thrived in those times always insisted on teaching discipline first, and it was the smart arses who were quickest to learn the lesson of self-discipline. Naturally there there were, believe it or not the odd case which had to be castigated, sometimes well past an inch of their lives, and would have to collect their wings before learning the lesson. Such was the old system.

Of course such a system was abandoned soon after the death of John Wayne.

Schizophrenic ?

Schizophrenic ?

Once upon a time, as Snoopy among many others would have said. A young man in the full flush of his eager and well stimulated manhood found a potential publisher for his story detailing the trials and other vicissitudes of his three fiction boy heroes some ten years previously in the military service of the Royal Navy. He awaited the decision on his manuscript with the explosive impatience only a mid twenties man with wife, son and new mortgage to support can offer.

All too aware of its short comings the rejection when it came supplemented with a short word he needed to look up, too prolix , somehow sealed its fate, and merely underlined what many had stamped well and truly on his psychic over the first two and half decades of his life. Reluctantly but with some resolution he packed away his efforts and turned back to the reality of earning a living in the early sixties, London.

Learning Curve.

Learning Curve.

An extremely pleasing few days with one of my wife's stroke clubs, even if the verbal ride was a little bumpy at times. Once again I need to thank those of my faithful who took the time to follow my offerings, though this weekend is definitely down to easing back the throttle on the old noggin [ head ]. It must be tea time by now? my trouble must be up in bed with her tongue hanging out?

Obey the Rules, for Once.

Obey the Rules, for Once.

My first duty is to my lovely daughter-in -law. Never slow to help and is as usual going that extra mile to boost my efforts to stay in a positive frame of mind. What a God send such a helpmate it is to have in a fix and I am certainly in one now. Nevertheless, despite how I should be reading the runes it might appear to some, I feel great, not despondent, or depressed. The correct word is CHALLENGED.

And no this one is not kidding myself in the: ignorance is bliss mode, of looking at the world through 'rose tinted spectacles,' but based on almost seventy-seven years of life, love, struggle and monumental set backs and asinine errors that even a three year old would never be foolish enough to make. At last my life's purpose has, I believe, been revealed to me. This time I shall not, with God's help be thwarted from the realization of that goal.

It is certain, sure and been driven home to me even through my thick and impenetrable skull that: if I don't stick to the rules I have about six months to a year to live. That does not make for a very happy bunny but even happy bunnies have to wake up and stop expecting the world to make life too easy for them, for ever.
Now is the time for the RECKONING, as any God fearing moron will tell you there is always a time for a reckoning.

The question about reckonings is do you want them to be in this world? or the next? personally I prefer this, but then it is a democracy we live in, and one day the whole world will be such, once the odd blemish and odd ball has been shewn the light. By the way the impetus for this piece has been given in three ways. Interesting how the number three always seems to crop on my radar.

In chronological order they must be as follows.

When serving on board the HMS Diamond, a Daring Class ship returning early to its home base of Chatham, Kent, England , for refit, much to my consternation; Requestmen, had been called. There about to be, hoist by my own petard, was this little lad of almost eighteen summers: me.  The result of this charade, due to my immaturity was to be a humiliated laughing stock. I had solved my problem and disobeyed the correct procedure to do so. With a little more wit and maturity I might have triumphed but that was the Navy way in 1955.

The second indicator which has puzzled me until this very evening has been one that has puzzled far greater 'acknowledged' brains than mine over many years, even centuries, and had played a silent critic in my book case for a year or three, until one of my sons pulled it out on a visit and thumbed a few pages. However with all my other attempts: The Blind Watchmaker, was the key. This tome turned out to be the second convincing plank in the platform of erudition. The author had missed the point.

For nearly forty years it has an insistence even if only to me a a handful of wonderful people who have seen something in me that I have never seen in myself.  Now with the link placed with me now from Psalms 145,
as I read through this fantastic LINK, and see this Psalm 145, [623] is credited as David's Psalm of Praise.
Three days ago my brother Colin David, visited to heal the breach between us, most successfully. What better message could there be of support from the greatest support one might ever wish?

Of course that was not the point. It seems to me this is one point I shall have to labour. Until the human race, species, call it what you will, steps away from its obsession with a likeness of itself to God. It will never have the ability to evolve to the next logical stage of its development. By what law, gift or hand me down was it in the scriptures did God ever say, indicate or command that humanity should limit itself to imitate Him?

With all the superb advances and ingenuity produced in the twentieth century surely to God we can be worthy of His direction to expand and develop what he has already granted us, and with it such a fantastic expansion of the talents and abilities he has granted us. Instead of our typical bloody-mindedness over peanuts.

Just how short sighted does get when one sticks one's nose so far up one's anus it appears to be the vocal organ?

Perspective.

Perspective.

Have you noticed just how your perspective on; the scenery about you, your take of events personal, or casual commercial ones in your orbit, or your feelings over the latest exasperation with political changes and point scoring seem merely a cosy friendly way to give the impression of doing something to earn their crust?
Changes in perspective, a line of sight, a new view on matters, trivial or substantial require input for a new perception.

My new perspective naturally enough at the moment has become centred and focused upon my medical results expected next Tuesday mid-day. At that point there will be a report to inform me just what my immediate future may be looking toward. In the past few days it has been my approach to tasks to be as brief as possible then to rest for a period. For as long as possible then to rest for a period.

Well it appears that my interview with the consultant, is to be tomorrow afternoon. I have been given instructions to lay off the jokes, that I do not doubt. Though it often gets said, in the old homestead, that with the rise and rise of the PC kill joys, and their irritating lack of common sense it is a wonder that humour has not been extinguished. Having said that my lesson should have been learnt years ago. Having lost at least two jobs by out of place humour.

As the BBC among others have been promoting a fresh look at longevity and its desirability, or lack of it. This appears to me to be the moment I should considered setting out my own progress or lack of it in advancing my case for a much extended life span for the general population. My general picture of events goes something along these lines.

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There was I cruising along not doing a great deal of harm to anyone, just ruing my mistake in signing up for the Andrew at the tender age of sixteen while my contemporaries were far more concerned with how they could maximize their chances of a degree course, and then dodging the compulsory National Service commitment in 1951, how times and attitudes change?

Well for those who like my dear departed mother see a pattern, form, and design in everything, after four years of virtually no discernible progress in the elevation of my career in the navy I was dumped with little thanks, or ceremony, in a scruffy double breasted brown suit and barely enough money to get home. Though my prospects seemed non-existent there was about me a totally unrealistic attitude that at last I was free. How wrong can you be?

The first thing I was to discover was that this was merely the next chapter in my personal odyssey. Sure my ambition was pretty gross but as I was gradually to find my first necessity was to get a source of income. As with many stuck at the bottom of the ladder with so many obligations and responsibilities it can be a wonder that anyone breaks through the barrier of achievement.

With our marriage and a youngster to feed, clothe, and shelter underlined just how ordinary I really was, a very ordinary tale of relentless pressure. Then the writing itch struck. Eighteen months, clashing with night school and work, my wife swore she would never put up with such again. As 'First Choice,' my novel of the adventures of three young boy seamen in their training, nose dived into the sea of hard luck tales, it seemed she would get her wish.

It was to take ten long years of grind, rebuff and rejection before the powers that be pressed down hard on my stupidity ............now I had reached the Golden Age of thirty seven, the age when men of a certain range of achievement suddenly achieve the strangest ideas. Why, where, how ? My only explanation is the moment when a searcher finds what he never knew or understood just what it was he was looking for, but now with a clarity given with the blessing that few receive now know the answer.

One small addendum needs to be added to that comment is that the blessing I have received to understand the answer and where it derived from has needed my life span to double to accept the conclusion of my original logic. Yes, the answer seems to centre on  seventy-four. I have had to double my original life-span to accept, develop and prove the task set out for me.

And to underline the irony of the whole issue.  There is a further modern labour of Hercules to be confronted, endured and defeated : cancer.

An Allegory ?

An Allegory ?

It is generally accepted to be in monumental bad taste to relate dreams but this one was so vivid and puzzling until I related it to my wife. She immediately said: It sounds like life. At the risk of boring the pants off everyone within reading distance it went along these lines.

There was I sitting in this bar in central London, perhaps near where I worked for a decade or two near Farringdon Station and Saint Bart's hospital and the former Smithfield market. You know how hazy dreams can be. Well the next thing I noticed was a large Bentley style limousine parked outside, blocking the narrow road, as it would in that area. On enquiry as to who it was waiting for? You. I was told.

The temptation to enter the plush vehicle and allow myself to be swallowed by a combination of its paraded delights. Not least the superb creature barely visible through the darkened smoked class of the limousine. Decades earlier and this might have presented a problem though I felt confident enough to doubt such. What sort of a test was this to present all temptations as a miss mash of choice?

Staggered yes. Confused yes. Where were all these desirable wish fantasies springing from? Surely not from my hidden frustrations or desires? What really got me thinking were the rather large gentlemen in the background to each and every cameo. The menace was overt and well presented, no possible room for misrepresentation. It was a pleasant surprise to wake up and discover, real as it had appeared it was a just a dazzling dream.

You can have anything you want in life as long as you can pay for it.

Top Emma enthusiastic.

Middle me: pensive.

Bottom image: Parading , Lewis.

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Going Through the Time Barrier.

Going Through the Time Barrier.

I now have to hand the second monthly edition of the English language version of : The Light Divine. After the editorial the next article deals with : Time Management : the Secret of Success. As usual the articles are laced with excellent advice and anecdotes. The downside, as ever, is the heavily weighted negative view on the progress humanity is making toward its own self destruction.

As is so often the case with views presented in an unbalanced way showing too much emphasis on one side or other of the argument the initial tendency is to accept almost uncritically the view heavily canvassed. It takes time to marshal the opposing or even the lightening values to add to the mix. This technique is often witnessed with Radio and TV programs, where an aggressive sound bite can be inserted, not leaving time for a riposte.

My own efforts to bring the ideas of the major religions and other sound and beneficial approaches to life, and its furtherance, for the good of all, seems now with the passage of so much time to have been a massive waste of time. That is if you accept the arguments and the pictures drawn by those looking to exploit the negative side of the equation.  So often I feel downcast myself that my original article was not the charismatic and explosive tract, it should have been.

Why not? Perhaps because my talents and presentation skills as a writer were not up to the standard necessary, to do justice to the theme. Then there is the view often advanced with great justification; that the time had not come for such revelation. Over the period of the past few months as I have felt my abilities and confidence as a writer with something worth saying increase, my salvation has been the internet.

Seeing how some of the blogs with followings of many thousands with some this sets the standard, but my efforts and interest is to grow my efforts with real value. Naturally I realize in even taking this tact with what is presented lays my efforts open to abuse, a negative in itself with the internet method of approach.

Those who see the Rio+20, Earth environmental climate Summit as the last chance saloon, do mother nature a disservice. Certainly the cards seem to be heavily stacked against her, but has divine retribution still have a card or two to play? One point should perhaps be made a little clearer, if required, is that the title,'Going through the Time Barrier,' refers not to a physical break through such a barrier, as the illusion of such due to the acceleration with the speed of change as people and nations, commerce and social interaction come together in a far more positive and co-operative than before.

The Abyss.

 
The Abyss.

Once the hurdle of unloading the new knowledge had been completed and a suitable distance evolved from the point of impact it might seem reasonable that any normal self respecting individual in a democratic society would start to count his fortune and wonder, if and when the recognition would begin. Naturally it was already appreciated that there was a difficulty with the aspect of acknowledgement and recognition.

These two, of perhaps the most satisfying of achievements, with the vast majority of the achievers of any nation under normal circumstances were met as the individual grew in status and passed through the many levels to the pinnacles of society, during their lifetime of productive working. Either by solid effort, invention, research, innovation , or by literary, artistic or social or political effort considered to be to the general good of the people.

Where though does the odd character fall into this pattern when his thoughts and knowledge create a rift so wide the author is unable to fully explain his quantum leap? Four decades have passed still the chaos is obvious,  but the strength of the old ways has been sufficient to put up a shield to defend the myths and insufficiencies of the status quo. Many of the establishment elite remain unconvinced of the effacy of the new knowledge.

Fortunately, unlike his detractors, the author of the new knowledge was in no real hurry to get involved in the day to day scrummage to prove out his theory as he was completely convinced time itself would unravel the conundrum, he had set, both to himself and to the world at large. Time and a massive team of human brains working together, and competitively apart, would produce a working understanding.

Almost as if sent by Creation itself: a new and soon to prove a vast communication driving force and motivator, the World Wide Web was born: The Internet. Timothy Berners-Lee, its founder, constructed the network as a tool to help himself and fellow scientists to keep in touch with each others work more efficiently than hitherto. This single innovation was within a decade or two to accelerate the rapid change spreading across the globe.

The media as the media so often do quickly hung a label round the neck of the new movements of revolt and revolution in various parts of the world as this or that ' spring, ' the word spring implied the birth of a new order and with it new hope that corrupt agencies would be swept away by the uncorrupted youthful revolutionaries. Unfortunately things are not that simple, too many tenuous links with an undefined strength nurtured by fear and horrors indelibly etched into the psyche by war.

The First Hurdle?

The First Hurdle?

All of us and that naturally enough this means everyone from the top of the tree down through the hundreds of grades, divisions and sub-divisions, right down to the very bottom of the heap, have heard or at least understand, once old enough to appreciate the facts of life, that you cannot take it with you. What is referred to in this case is perhaps a little more than appreciated under the old belief system. So let us examine belief.

Under the old belief extracted from the natural cycles of earth, fire, water, and air; then supplemented over the centuries, by rituals supported by the; cleverest, strongest and most persuasive of the population many ideas and fears grew up. So to answer these general questions of the people and to keep them orderly and submissive to the desires, wants and needs of the elite, an invisible barrier of understanding was created.

The invisible barrier of understanding was created after many centuries of trial and error, when it was finally conceded that each civilisation produced  its own success only to the point when they had created a society that gave them the power of gods. At this point the society became unstable and disintegrated due to total lack of basic humanity. With everyone a god nobody was prepared to concede to another.

With the world coming to terms with the aftermath of WW2, in the nineteen forties. It was understandable that even the major industrial and wealth creating countries had drained away a great deal of their resources. A new generation impatient with the old ways that had brought ruin twice in less than fifty years, allowing a change in the balance of power. Sage heads of Europe had a solution which was not endorsed by all.

One of the great and some would say over riding tenants of belief before the two world wars, in the twentieth century was that might was right, and if not, the politic way was to go along with the strongest power. Whether that was in the playground with the biggest bully, or later when the mature adult society kept more or less to the agreed framework of laws passed by the governing elite. There was a flaw though.

The big flaw with both the Greek and Roman societies was that each had to rely on a large slave population from which to draw much of its menial labour. The renewal of this supply of slave labour, had to be supplemented by war. This flaw, built in by the ancient acceptance of military dominance, merely served to endorse the natural order, observed in nature: might, speed, agility, cunning, dexterity, and team work.

Of course the almighty may have given mankind dominion over the animal kingdom, but it now seems patently obvious from many of the advances humanity has made in the past century or so, that was not meant to be the limit of the horizons that should challenge the creation of the almighty. Already the ingenuity, fertile imagination and the development of abstract manipulations allowing many advances in life extension cycle.

Essentially many believed with the end of W.W.2, two basic warring theories had been exhaustively analysed with the loss of many thousand of lives but many remained unconvinced. WW1 was held to be the swan-song of the monarchical system. WW2 being represented as a resulting clash of ideology, from a botched agreement in 1919-1920. WW2 ended in 1945. Peace though was still a far off dream.

The leading lights of the war, as politicians the world over, were keen to put their stamp on any agreements to be made and endorsed for the victorious aftermath of the world war. It soon became common knowledge that the efforts of the United Kingdom to save the day, were yesterday's news. The reluctance, as so often happens, for the defeated leader to retire gracefully from the scene soon began to tarnish matters.

It is an old saw but one that great and small alike, men and women, so often ignore: no one likes to be indebted to others. The debts that you cannot repay are the most difficult to manage with good grace. This was especially the case where the clash of the Treaty of Roman, came into existence, in January 1958, and immediately created a further raft of problems.

The offshore irritant, as one leading European politician put the case of the United Kingdom, had a new theory that might answer the problem facing them all. The main trouble was it required time to be thought through, developed and considered in depth. In any case the main problems were to manage the use and distribution of resources as they stood. Not introduce an esoteric solution that complicated matters.

The article: Going Through the Time Barrier, landed on the desk of the editor of the New Scientist publication. in 1973. Coupled with several other articles, it was easy for the recipients, to the various organs of public enlightenment, to reject and effectively dismiss unsupported arguments from an unknown untried intellect. A quick check had shown the author had been placed in a local psychiatric hospital: end of story.

Of course it was far from being the end of the story. While the author's offerings were being collected, collated and analysed the whole episode was placed under a D notice. A security device to stop any unauthorised leaks to the general public via the media. As matters then evolved over the next several weeks then months, this was the ideal solution to a very delicate problem. It gave everyone time.

Time was of the essence. Time to analyse. Time to assess. Time to reflect, and time to wonder. Naturally those on the periphery of the event initially saw it as some sort of lightening strike from the almighty. Fortunately the power and abilities of this writer, although untrained and unorthodox, in presentation and subject had already alerted the authorities to an intellect of unusual perspective and aspect of understanding.

This was not the first time this individual had come to the attention of the authorities, in 1953, and 1955, while serving in the Royal Navy his disturbing mental upheavals drew attention to himself and were quickly glossed over by the relevant authorities. These affairs were such as to make him look for a quiet unchallenging life on his discharge in late 1955. Slowly though his desire to write asserted itself.

During the early sixties, after a short story correspondence course, his impatience to complete his first novel based on his boy seaman naval training at Shotley reasserted itself and was completed. After its rejection, and only too well aware of its over emphasis on detail and generally not to a standard of which he was satisfied, the whole was placed out of harms way as he reflected on his next move.

That is how matters remained until his reawakening in mid December 1972. What triggered this upheaval and brain storm has not been satisfactorily recorded.The mental tremors lasted at gradually diminishing intervals until the early nineties: occurring in 1979, 1982, and 1992. With retirement in 2001, and time to use the Internet and start a blog. The idea surfaced to try to have another attempt to understand why.

Universal Truth ?

Universal Truth ?

'Pride and Prejudice,' [1813] Ch.1. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.                 Jane Austen 1775-1817.

My wife has set me a problem. Nothing new in that you would probably think. In setting this problem entirely unsuspectingly she may have hit on a completely new vein of thought which had passed me by for some considerable time, years in fact. Or merely put the mockers on forty years of effort and kidding myself that I had solved a fundamental problem, to reveal an obscure red herring of enormousness proportions, that had been clogging up the progress and smooth flow of humanity's evolution toward a more peaceful and productive life style. For the moment though my problems are more mundane. Bins to be removed to the back of the house. Breakfast to prepare. Ironing to make a start with, been putting that one off for a few days.

What brought the whole matter to a head was the Magazine 'Akhand Jyoti,' [ The light divine ] {www.awgp.org}, which was given to me to read, and furnish an opinion. I had been doing so over the course of the past week including exerts to my wife, which I felt often illustrated anecdotes of moral tales or life lessons, similar and sometimes from the Bible. The essence of the magazine, while Hindu, also appeared to incorporate stores and life lessons from other sources. The illustration of Androcles and the lion, being an example.

After several days of reading these items to my wife, and comparing them with my own efforts, which had caused her so much anguish in the past. She finally put her opinion on the line: Just what is so marvellous about them? They are just Universal Truth, the sort of things you learn with your mother's milk. Then to cap it she quoted the opening line from Jane Austen's, Pride and Prejudice, [ top of page ]. Certainly a definite, riposte of quality to put the argument in a category. Which was that of a middle class lady two hundred years ago, where options were decidedly limited. In the past half century or so many universal truths have been laid in the dust of 'progressive thought and action,' the phrase hardly has a single unifying component.

Not to mention the pecking order of moral and ethical of rights and responsibilities of the group. With tie-in reference and deference to the human rights, and total inconsiderate selfish individual responsibilities. Over laid with health and safety consideration, once again with the demeaning of the individual's right to place themselves in danger to accomplish what : instinct, faith and determination often successfully accomplished, before society allowed nanny's apron strings to strangle its initiative. 

When offered the magazine to read I had been discussing with my friend how much better the world would be if we could get together and pool all the good stuff we believed in and got rid of the bad, which divides us and leads to conflicts and worse. I used one of my favourite illustrations of the compromise, using the cake division. The trouble is if you carry on dividing it all you end up with is a few crumbs. Why? He replied: that it is because everyone finds it too difficult to give things away. They prefer to keep what they have. Regrettably there were plenty of illustrations to that view, of my own, which showed how this opinion was correct. One that has bugged me a great deal since retirement is the difficulty with parting with clothes and other items there is little further use for, but they become difficult to give away. The problem is the history, the mental baggage of times past.

Nevertheless despite often making it clear that what I was writing was really only an update on times past, my ideas and theories did have something to offer. The trouble was I could see and hear her frustration. My rants, short tempter bursts and occasional impatience, spoke more to her of the bar-room bore, or the trade union agitator, fighting yesterday's war. Than a man with intellectual status, and an incisive mind camouflaging a new approach to love, life the universe and everything. Who really had found the mental leap the most difficult to acknowledge: my long suffering wife or myself? Even now with the whole matter coming through so abundantly well, I had to suppress the odd pang of self-doubt. Even so instinctively now I knew there was no way I could, would, or even should explain to her just what the nitty-gritty of my ideas were that had been fine tuned and now about to be launched through my blog onto the world at large.

So what is this, Universal Truth ? that we all learn at our mother's breast? For me it is the strength of the will to survive. The will is the basic survival tool of the brain to enable it to survive long enough to develop a mind with which to link to the brain. In the development of the most highly evolved life form on the planet, humanity. There are many, many dozens of other complex changes progressing throughout the body, without specialist medical expertise it would be foolish to detail any programme of these changes in their sequence to the build up of the mature adult. It is a given though that each child is developed along the various lines it is fortunate or less so to follow. These will include, country of birth, family group, number of siblings, status of parents, quality of teachers. The child's ability to adapt their own temperament to suit the mature adults they come into contact.

Naturally this process of adaptation, and continual adjustment of perspective, will continue for the rest of the individual's life-span. It is my belief that this life-span can be considerably extended where the mind is not allowed to become cluttered with negative thoughts to the extent that far too much time is allowed for dwelling on past errors of deed, or judgement. Essentially a mantra of: remembrance of things past, live and dwell in the present, dream and plan for the future. Simple but how quickly it can be forgotten in the mad rush to live in the future, if only in the mind? Or perhaps especially in the mind.

Like many breakthroughs and changes of life style longevity, will most likely build gradually as the older generation gets used to the confidence that numbers will give to the survivors. Then there will be help to begin to break away from the dependency of a retirement age set in stone, which can in many cases be a death sentence in disguise, and certainly to  the manual workers, who need to be weaned off the bone crushing labour that has sent so many to early graves in the past centuries.

A Feeding Frenzy.

A Feeding Frenzy.

We all know that this one refers in the latest popular jargon in the media when they get the whiff of a new, breaking story line that will sell their newspapers or magazines. Anything goes that the press designates the sacrificial goat of the hour or day. The main thing that it does not signify is that anyone least of all the destitute, starving or poorly will get feed , it is merely an expression taken from the frantic activity seen when the local fish in a pond seeking to maximise its share of the food thrown into the water. In the past few weeks it has been a revelation to me to lose about fifteen to twenty pound of weight, lose besides a taste for food coupled with a slow digestion; result, so far the weight has remained off.

Though to a degree I have regained my taste for food, I believe the result may be down a lessening of the desire to eat as much as before. Time will tell if this is correct. It could be the completion of my arguments regarding the new perspective releasing a large degree of frustration. From what I understand ; over eating, smoking and drinking, in fact most obsessive behaviour can be down to frustration. Should this prove to be the case and I feel it will, it could be the first plank in my case to build a more rational structure for tomorrow's society. Naturally enough nobody is going to take a jot of notice of my opinions, theories, conjecture about the past, present or future, especially when even my long term wife appears to believe I am merely peddling basic natural truth. I sincerely hope it is her way of keeping me grounded?

Which of course I am. The question is how do you break out from the voice crying in the wilderness; endeavouring to show that the natural truth you are presenting has been turned upside down and inside out. When you think about it there must be a parallel between what happened with the Greek Intellectual World, where the planets went round the sun, and fifteen hundred years of church hierarchy stupidly, before a timid cleric put the record straight again?  That  this new view of nature and its long term life expectancy will completely revolutionize the whole perspective of life on earth and finally bring the much needed sanity of humanity to fruition, and out of the bog standard mental scrapyard it has been struggling with for the past several hundred years. Now however by the wonderful inventions and many other creations that have caused the human ego to inflate itself to that of godlike status and proportions, the human race has run itself into a blind alley; arrogance and greed, fuelling, debt, deceit and corruption. Perhaps it is time to look again at the parable of the wise and foolish virgins?

Yes, it has all be written before, in the West and the East, without doubt, North and South as well. To me what is in fact strange is that so many things I learnt many years ago are only now truly being revealed to me in their correct context. You see for example the simple truth of the observation; we all have feet of clay. Whatever our accomplishment may be you can be assured it would not have come about without the help of others, the more difficult, the more help you will have to have to succeed in the task.

James Bond and all that Jazz.

James Bond and all that Jazz.

Sir Winston Churchill is reputed to have placed the spy on the top most pinnacle of the warrior caste. Of recent times though the the spy's status has rather slumped, I would suggest, in the public imagination and esteem. The alleged exploits of MI5, MI6, and the CIA, with others over the past few years, to counter the exploits of those who would disrupt the British and American ways of life. Of course in many ways Sir Winston, had a relatively clear cut situation to hand down his opinion and judgement. Now with the threads of conspiracy, intrigue; religious and secular interwoven: the whole laced with moral, ethical and financial corruption, who can give an objective assessment of the way out of the quagmire?

In the past century the human race has solved many outstanding problems in its attempts to consolidate its destiny as the master species on the planet. Nevertheless these advances have in many ways only exacerbated the problems that already were crying out for solution. One of the greatest areas in which these advances have occurred is in the field of communications. It is now over half a century since Sir Winston made his opinions known on the status and utility of the spy, and in recent years it has been a fertile field of debate as to whether the spy is an anachronism, best confined to the comic book antics of the James Bond films, or whether the human race still has a large, and sinister, yet definable role within state security for the spy's activities?

It can be said that the naive, and those with rose tinted spectacles, are often the quickest to shut away in the cupboard marked, 'obsolete; not wanted on voyage,' to anything and everything that can cloud their vision or minds, to the darker side of human nature. Amongst these well meaning folks this country and perhaps the whole of western civilisation, have been blighted by this premature desire to follow the best of all possible worlds in their ambition to claim the accolade of leading peace-maker? How better to claim this than by creating a level playing field from which even those handicapped by the three legged stool of uneven dimensions will easily master the art of equality with grace?

Surely the time has come to see these bogus machinations for what they are? before the whole system turns sanity and logic completely on its head ?

An Ideal Solution?

An Ideal Solution ?                                                                                      T: 11 :17 :   Friday, 11 May 2012

Always used to be one of the funny little eccentricities to log the time starting and finishing my letters, articles and log entries. One of the reasons being to see how long it took to get a reaction, if any, of course usually and for a long time the was none. In an effort to try and get my life back into some sort of order. I thought it was an idea to reinstate some of my better habits of the past. Actually I started about a week ago on this spring clean as you might say to get my life back. Although there had been a quote from Aristotle sent to me on the subject of ingraining habits. The point being I believe is that being creatures of habit, it is better to make sure the habits are those of excellence.

That I think just maybe where I have been going wrong? Of late, and for the past several months. I have allowed myself, despite being of a fairly advanced age, and should be well immune to these sudden burst of enthusiasms to gradually almost unnoticed had my life taken away from me. Don't smirk at the back there it is quite possible that you as well are experiencing this problem. Of course if you are at work presently and your assignment is not the most stimulating in the world it maybe that you have decide to enhance your scope by adding this and that to your out tray to get a greater response from your input tray.

If you have or indicate that you have more that half a brain. Soon you will find your monitor is filled, mostly with the most banal rubbish, asinine ideas, and opinions that ever were spawned from the mind of mortal man or woman for that matter. Suddenly you become aware that you want your life back. If you are at work, well I was for six thousand years, well that's just what it seems like now actually not quite that long. When I came up with this fantastic solution to the problem's that seem to be blighting the world. The trouble is I have a feeling that there is a monster space ship about to annihilate the UK to make way for a hyperspace by-pass any moment now, and certainly before I get this blog entry finished.
T: 12 : 00.
T: 20 : 12.
Well I have thought this one through many times and so it should make it easier for me, at least. The feeling from what has been put out and tried to fault but it still appears to hold good under all the tests I can think to place it under, it still remains the best solution. To recapitulate the human race faces three/ four options.

[1] To continue as at the present time. This includes a struggle for supremacy based on wealth, power from said wealth, and building a network of allegiance to your power and wealth.
[2] As [1] but hoping that the medical and pharmaceutical professions will crack the problem of an infinite life-span.
[3] Allowing the development of a Computer One, complex. This could comprise a total machine or a married human couple?

To my reasoning [1] disqualifies itself as unsustainable in the long term.
[2] Is an unreasonable fantasy solution, especially when viewed from any logistic long term point of view.
[3] Coupled together: computer one does appeal to my reasoning. Due to allowing a slow, incremental flow from one system to a totally new concept of living in a disciplined environment, with the attraction of a far longer life span. Gradually built up over many years.

My conclusion is that the choice of [3] has already been taken as the only really viable solution. Whether my conclusion over-estimates the intelligence of our species; while we still have a choice, remains the question, which the rest of the world will have to decide, with a reasonable amount of effort.

Awakening to Absolution?

Awakening to Absolution?

I hate to anticipate too much so the hope is that the title of this post does not come across as too arrogant, or with presumptuousness? Even so after the best part of forty years of living with what must in my book be the biggest secret ever locked up in the skull of one individual the search for an appropriate title for this post did cause me some head scratching. Nevertheless if I may take a moment to sketch out the possibilities of the situation as they occur to me. A year or so ago while attempting to put across some part of my ideas on religion and secular belief  the realisation came across that the audience really could not care less. About either, the conflict between the two. Or the shades to be found with the various codes of belief.

Similarly the difference between secular understanding and the melding of secular and religious belief. It was painfully obvious that the areas of moral and ethical knowledge and understanding, had degenerated well below any obviously noticeable level, with the general population. The advances, such as they were, that supposedly took the general population on to a higher plane of civilised behaviour and understanding were, in fact denuding the majority of their concern and interdependence.

It is my belief much of this indifference and lack of concern; once the new parameters begin to become more understood, accepted and manipulated, by the general population: will disappear as the new possibilities begin to dawn. It is an interesting fact, accepted, but tends to be overlooked by the older generation's perspective that the youngsters filled with boundless optimism and the joys of life, not to mention testosterone, not only believe they will live fore ever but expect to do exactly that, and when they think about it at all or are challenged on the subject merely dismiss older more mature views as being : 'past it'. Dimly they understand that life is finite but choose to ignore such inconvenient paradigms.

This snag has given me some considerable angst when trying to resolve the question of longevity, but it is yet again, in my opinion, solvable with many of the worlds existing belief. Once again the saying: that there is nothing new under the sun, becomes relevant and pertinent. Please do not misunderstand me there is no way I underestimate the huge job it will be to subtly turn many of the rocks of faith and understanding that have for many years underpinned the mental ways of life, and acceptance of life, that govern the older generation.

Generally those over the age of fifty may see the desirability of what many younger folk are trying to project but see their machinations as far too naive and trusting. The impact of the possibilities of my vision during the early seventies, which I have detailed before and it gives me cause to wonder if some of the excesses with the diktats of the Health and Safety Department and their often extreme application has in some way filtered out from my early writings and possible observation of my initial behaviour?

Whether some of these decisions were taken with, conscious belief and understanding of what had been written or some mysterious osmosis, there is little way of knowing . My descriptions of thought and deed from the powerful shock to my previous system of belief by the experience of the vision granted me at that time. Shattering as it did my total interconnected constructs of reality and understanding of that reality. Once the importance of the vision and its potential to life on this planet seeped through, the responsibility to carry this forward to other minds became of overwhelming.

Actually it has only been during the past few months there has been a marked acceleration in the confidence expressed in the ideas that have been posted, this gives the support and energy to continue to sort out the answers to many of the hidden doubts and misgivings that such a breakthrough throws up.

The Tree of Knowledge, and Enlightenment.

 The Tree of Knowledge and Enlightenment.

Well let me just say to warn you and remind myself, that, the Tree of Knowledge and Enlightenment, has been growing upwards and simultaneously, as trees must do, putting down roots for many centuries. I as you also no doubt have had good cause to give thanks to this tree for many things; knowledge and enlightenment, and information. From these you have gained an education, health, wealth, and happiness. If fortune favoured you a partner was added. Then friends; a family to expand your circle, and the ripples went further and further as you built on your knowledge and the enlightenment it brought you from your efforts to do right by your acquaintance with life.

First you are unsure but push forward to test the boundaries that are found every day. Mistakes are made but many smile with indulgence as the old hands know the young need to find for themselves the limits of their powers, and the dangers that may lie in wait to thwart their ambitions. The joy that may come when the young outstrip the older hand with a new twist to their experience often has to be tempered with an unpleasant lesson, previously overlooked or deliberately ignored. In fact as we grow to maturity there are many and varied the lessons to be learned from the Tree of Knowledge.

I have good cause to pass on the warning learnt from my failure to understand the dangers of climbing alone, too high, and too fast, so becoming isolated and then misunderstood, from what I felt were my gains from the Tree of Knowledge. Having assembled as best as I could at the time and awaited the sound of trumpets as the impact of my missives reverberated around the media and establishment. Naturally enough with no status or standing, all I heard was the wonderful sound of silence, and the word wonderful is used advisedly. In a few days, even in my mentally exhausted state, I had learnt a vital lesson.

It was a lesson or situation, I had seen depicted many times in the sci-fi/ horror, genre of fiction. The scientist, doctor, investigative journalist, has invented, or discovered, a new world threatening [ double-edged sword syndrome ]. The only ways to tackle this threat to the status quo is to, place a security notice on the information; reduce the whole idea, and the peddler to the rank of harmless crank, jester or imbecile. In the mean time there being no wish on my part to end in any of these blind alley categories.

So as the months turned into years and having the dubious satisfaction of turning antagonistic some of my family alien to my ideas, or treating me impatiently as a half-wit, the lesson was learnt, harshly and with a very bitter taste the truth of the sayings that: genius is not recognised within your own family, or the prophet within their own country. These claims may seem outrageous but for many years such self-appointed titles were merely a sober realisation and acknowledgement to my inner self that this was my true status. Acknowledged or not, without even the outer trappings of my peers for consultation, it could be that the night watches became a less than friendly.

Slowly I learnt the valuable lesson that all talkative, and emotional types like myself have to learn; the art of talking but saying nothing. So after awhile most folks will stop listening, often this means you end up being a caricature of the blind alley variety but the essence of your belief remains in tact and slowly you have space to build, hone and modify. Some, possibly many, die waiting the opportunity to exploit their big idea. If however the the gods are willing and the time is right then things begin to throw more and more support to build into the edifice you have nurtured over long years.

Despite all my many misgivings as to where I was going with my main chance, every twist and turn in the road now seems to take me and mine closer to confirmation that such a solution is probable, and desirable. Not merely possible at some vague time in the future. Many of the wishy-washy political activists and the political forelock knucklers, have in a phrase been hoist with their own petard recently, and continue to be so. Due to the pace of change, it is often the older generation past retirement age and the young upstarts who are making monkeys out of those who have mortgaged their careers away to lick-spittal around such asinine fashions as political correctness and the latest, blot on the landscape, shaving off great chunks of British backbone; health and safety.

As my wife said to me yesterday: ' How much longer will the silent majority remain silent? '

Well as one of my favourite commentators Andrew Alexander wrote today in his column :  - this spring is proving a psephologist's dream. Everywhere he is begged for his expert analysis.