Snakes Alive.

Snakes Alive.

What do we do now? Here we are all round the Cabinet Table, Sunday mid-afternoon and this pain in the backside is obviously getting a little miffed that all the action is by-passing him?

Well so would you be, you're in the driving set but just where are you driving us to now?

Come on Clogg, be fair you're getting a good bite of the cherry out of his smart arsed ideas. How about some constructive criticism for a change. I've already have the party mortgaged up to the eye balls to get you some quality time on the wires.

Call me dad. Let's keep it above board. You know we got the short end of the stick with B. and B. when they did a runner after doing their best to muck up the country. While they had the chance.

Their best was pretty good from where I'm sitting. What do you think he'll spring on us next?

Well I have been handed a copy of that email he sent to his sons and daughter-in-law this morning. Looks as though that Times magazine article; Rethinking Heaven , by Jon Meacham, has struck a cord as you felt it might.

Let's face it if he can keep us all waiting for nearly forty years for his next move he must be a damn good chess player?

No question dad.

Right well we will draw this meeting of Snakes Alive, to a close. We can only wait to see just what his answer will be to the mess we're all in thanks to him and his modesty. Then we'll circulate you all and it is imperative you all make a detailed study of his comments, before we reconvene. I think we are about to see some heavy weather generated in the next few hours. Good afternoon gentlemen.

The Ides of April.

The Ides Of April.

Dreaming up an appropriate title to each entry is becoming something of a challenge. I had thought of : To be or Not to be, or To shut up. But as I am not paranoid enough to align myself with Julius Caesar, or have any suicidal tendencies left. It is up to others if they can find a laugh or merely a smile in this entry. Almost four decades ago I entrusted others with what I thought was far too powerful to keep to myself and essential that within my limited powers I would place it with various others who might have the wit and ability to profit from the contents.

Whether or not this has been the case, or as some might observe, I have merely wasted my time in all those years? I might ask the question: is the jury still out? When I came up with my alternative scenario to the destructive, Lemming like, existence generated by a massive competitive urge to get what you could, when you could, while you could. This encompassed not merely the capitalist approach to society, but socialist, fascist, and communist organisations, and despite various excuses to the contrary, religious groups, and those who drive the mechanisms, while crying into their beer.

Baroness Thatcher, once pronounced that there was no such thing as society. I vaguely remember thinking how wrong she was, [ she once labelled me a lunatic, well everyone is entitled to their opinion. ] I also remember there was a good deal of debate at the time as to exactly what she meant by society in the sense she voiced the opinion. In one sense she was both right and wrong. In the sense that the whole of population; men,women and children of various ages, even down to youngest babies are driven by one and one main over riding motivation. To survive.

In fact everything in the world that has what we call life has as its prime motivation the urge to survive. This could be called Rule One. From that point onwards we have to build the structure of life. At what point does the rapidly growing complexity of life and the need to progress from naked, winner takes all barbarism, to a tolerable self discipline and then civilisation? It is quite evident to my eyes that the steady progress we had made up until the early seventies in this country, from the exhaustion of the second world war, toward a progressive and admired civilised country, with a society that could work as a cohesive unit was well on its way to being established.

Now slowly folks are beginning to wonder just where all this rapid change is going and how, if possible a brake or two can be applied?

It is beginning to appear to me, very much, as though I have dug myself into a pit of unfettered responsibility about what happened next? Or have I a Get Out? Everyone else is blaming everyone but me; the medics, the politicians, the city whiz kids, the bankers, planners, advertisers, marketeers, scientists, technologists and engineers. Naturally they all played a part, without their efforts would we have got into anywhere near the mess we are in today? Of course not but the real point is : would we have got into the mess we are in today without my help? Whether you think the answer is yes or no, it allows me to take a breather to consider my next step in suggesting an answer to this conundrum of life as we know it Jim.

Seek and Ye Shall Find.

Seek and Ye Shall Find.

The Bible scholars among us will instantly seize this quote as from the New Testament: St. Matthew ch.7 v.7. And they will know the full entry runs: Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened up to you.

Why should I or anyone else for that matter? writing an endorsement/testimonial for the SilvaLifeSystem chose to head their Blog entry with such a title? At this point it is opportune to admit I came to the decision in that moment you often you do when the clock has caught up on your efforts of the day and out it pops, well it certainly seemed that way. Sometimes the result ruins all your efforts of the day, or for several days or weeks past.  Later I remembered the first line, later still the final line gave such a feast of thought remembering.

This remembering and with it so many answers the seekers must have been looking for over many centuries? Surely a Divine guidance if ever there was one? Yes I can see and register with you all of your doubts. What places my insight among other gifts from heaven?  What indeed ? So it is necessary to break away from the clouds that can colour our judgement and can warp our perspective with emotional images, and get firmly back down to terra firma. Looking at the firm ground beneath the feet soon steadies the tendency to romance and fickle dreams of revelation or conquest.

Certainly such images struck me four decades ago yet my world disintegrated and required a total reassessment. But after all the thought and logic I employed, with the thousands of people in support, that I surmised must be supporting my efforts, I could not push my mindset back to the rocks of faith that had underpinned my sanity prior to December 1972. The die had been re-cast. Now I have the proof my sanity lacked all those years ago and it all comes down SPEED, speed of thought, speed of execution, speed of understanding, speed of acceptance. Virtual Speed versus the Speed of Reality.


In our present understanding of the World we live in: where does reality finish and virtual reality start? What governs what and who governs the distinction between the two? Does anyone know? Does anyone care? Under our present misguided mismashed reality I tremble to believe that anyone gives the matter a thought.
Over the past few weeks I have given both my wife and myself a great deal of hard tack to stomach but today much of the value has finally burst upon me. At the moment, as it always seems to do, time is pushing at my fingers.  I hope to add to this entry again in the near future.

To continue with the thoughts of yesterday. Agreed impossible. We have all moved on to the next stage. Overnight I reflected on the opening passage of this Blog entry. I wanted to refresh my memory on where these quotations came from; of course: The sermon on the mount. What concentrated wisdom lies in the chapter. Then again how do I deal with such advice as : beware of false prophets? Shall I do nothing due to fear of being cut down and cast into the fire because many, including myself do not fully understand my own words? But can I take full responsibility of the words?

Certainly in our secular world it is the obligation in law, of the author to accept the responsibility of their words and place the resulting turmoil, inference and understanding well within their court. So it is with this understanding and nevertheless a clear degree of humility that I offer the an alternative but essentially a melding of the words of Christ to those of science and technology that may help those who have difficulty in matching what they may consider to be incompatible.

My gambit with the release of my significant writings forty years ago this year to the world at large, and placed within the responsibility of the fourth estate, has caused me many problems and taken me through a whole gamut of emotions. Naturally unless a third party chooses at some future point to collect and release these articles and other items, they will continue to gather dust in some university archive. What follows is of necessity what has been reasoned out since that point in time.

Whether others have used my earlier work to advantage or not? it is to be hoped the answer is yes. I would certainly be disappointed if it had all been confined to a dustbin of history as the ravings or a loony. A good deal of what has happened since then gives me cause to feel hopeful, though there is much as well to consider it is past time I took my courage in both hands and published what I consider to be a viable alternative to; ' life as we know it Jim.'

Over Your Head? Or too Deep for Some?

Over Your Head ? Or too Deep for Some?

From what I have been gathering from my research and reading of recent days, supported by that hoary old beast experience, is that whatever comes to light just maybe like a flash of lightening out of the blue but it is more likely to be a sudden mental click when several, or many, threads congeal into an amorphous whole, despite this there is the instinctive understanding that within lies the essence of what you have been seeking. With a little more thought, a little tweaking about the edges a new pattern of understanding is revealed.

Do the headings of this blog entry challenge your veracity for creative thought, I try to challenge myself as well as any reader who has the goodness to read my entries. Many times I have felt one or other applies to my thinking or certainly to my explanations. There have also been many times when others have visited the compliment upon me to get on with it. To stop wasting their time. I can well understand their frustration, especially as it became more and more evident to me that my ideas had a validity that could be the essential missing link to take the human race through its mind block and evolve it into a startlingly new dimension.

It was already possible, and I had written as such in the past, that the twentieth century might well become to be seen as the century when humanity shed a great deal of the poisonous thought and actions in its collective system. The wars, the corruption, the drugs, the obsession with hedonistic pursuits and goals, all driven by the truncated life span of three score and ten. Then slowly as the new millennium and century began to unfold so many of the new avenues of progress sown in the last days and years of the previous century began to show they had taken root. Initially the change was slow and painful as a world; almost bankrupt, financially, morally and ethically had a supremely hard task to adjust to the radically changing aspirations of the fertile new world of communications and its wonder children: the Internet and the electronic computer. Underscored by the cross-fertilisation with the arts, for the first time since the great polymaths of earlier centuries, the beauty of a marriage between the arts, science and technology impressed itself on the younger minds unencumbered, as their fathers, by lost opportunities.

At long long last, the World that George Orwell had described as the Proles, the dispossessed, the majority with little they made or kept for long. As it soon stood to be removed by the smart, driven, ambitious, devious or criminal, what was left being removed my taxation. The two faced political elite who even when shown to be corrupt were so indifferent to their lesser brethren in the lower strata that their polished arrogance usually carried the day, as it had for centuries. The new world opening up with its new opportunities and rules was soon to change this mind set. The early years of the  twenty-first century were merely the last stages of a new type of Armageddon.

Which of the Three Wise Monkeys?

Which of the Three Wise Monkeys?

As I understand it there are several versions of the three wise monkeys. You maybe able to add to my list, the usual one every school child knows is : see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil. Well it's a nice trick if you can live your life on such a plateau. I'm afraid I have never been able to quite manage the trick.

My entry today is actually concerned with three much more flawed monkeys. Leaders of the future to take us into the solutions of this century, which of the three will get the task? The one who has been born to it? Or perhaps the one who aspires to it? Or the one who has the job thrust upon them?

Leaders, at least political leaders have been getting younger and younger. So do they hold the key?

Perhaps there would be some profit in examining this question in some depth as it is obvious to many that an ever decreasing age for leadership is not necessarily an acceptable outcome. There is also the obvious contradiction in the fact of past leaders who were often flawed in many ways but still brought a vast amount of tried and tested expertise to their responsibilities as the leaders of their nations or nation groups in dire times.

Of recent years there has been a rise in the number of young leaders whose track record has been untested, or relatively so due to their youth. Perhaps it could be that we are entering the hitherto unacknowledged event of allowing a leader who is not young or old or even human. The concept of a civilisation being in thrall to a machine or a series of machines has been advanced by many thinkers, science-writers, and devotees of the science-fiction genre for many years. Has the time arrived when this concept will be rationally and maturely considered? When thought about it is not really such a big step, only one of degree.

Fifty or sixty years ago when this idea was put on film in: 'The Day the Earth Stood Still,' it was treated as a childish, fantasy dreamt up by the wishy washy thinkers of the sandals and peace brigade. But the theme cannot be so easily dismissed even by the scoffers, humorists or testosterone driven. Any rational and mature adult, in fact anyone who has experience with human nature and the shades of grey that arise when considering the conflicts and compromises that can develop to influence and at times skewer judgement, needs to seriously consider such a solution as perhaps the only practical advance to assist the beleaguered forces of law and order.  

Fear of Fame.

Fear of Fame.

Recently I remembered one of the biggest obstacles that hit me when I had my shattering breakthrough nearly four decades back. Fear of Fame. So I decided to do what any little lad these days would do to see just what was afoot on the know all, know nothing, as my wife would have called it in another context; The Internet.

Imagine then my surprise when I discovered in a word: nothing. Well not exactly nothing, but no clinical definition of the syndrome. If that is what they would refer to the state as a known phobia. Plenty of near misses and supporting gobbledegook, but no solid gravitas explanation. Why? Actually one solution to this apparent riddle is that so few people do not, in their heart of hearts, wish for their; fifteen minutes of fame, as proposed by Andy Worhol? I have often wondered at the precise context of this remark and the attributation. Well he had a point. Even after all these years it is impossible to shake off the feeling that while I have cowered away, watching with at times a surly envy, as others climbed to fame, or some case infamy, on the back of my ideas and hard won experience, the conditions have arisen, and a window of opportunity beckons to put my case.

In the first instance even at the relative tender age of 37, I realised just what a ticklish situation I was in. In a word I had hit the greatest Jackpot of all time....but.  What did I do with such knowledge? Who would profit most with its exploitation? How would my family survive the uproar? How would I survive the distortion of reality? Immediately I had grasped one significant truth. There was only one answer that suited me at that moment in time: the knowledge had to be disseminated piecemeal to a number of sources who were better placed than me to evaluate the worth of my vision and how best to approach and broadcast the treatment if the decision on its validity was a positive one.

I set to work. Driven by heaven knows what to produce over a short period; articles, and letters. A sufficiency of information. In all an attempt to build a case against, as well as possible, to scot the possibility of any influential arm of the establishment would divulge my efforts prematurely, under the extremely weak pretext that I was insane. Somehow I instinctively understood that my very modest education would not at that early stage withstand a battering from the superior egos my vision would soon bring me into conflict with if place under the inquisition of the media. Was this a cowardly act on my part or the action of a highly intelligent but roughly hewn intellect protecting itself as much by the instinct of survival, as desire for riches material, or any other variety of fame?

Fame maybe the spur, but any such ill though out action could easily bring down the whole pack of cards. Here was an unknown prole, with the greatest breakthrough answer, in the universal struggle to help the human race breakout of its eternally damned vicious battle with itself, and he decides the time is not yet. The project team had to accept this decision backed by the best psychiatric opinion available  Over the years since it has barely been weighed in the scales. There was always someone who thought they were smart enough to carry the project through. In the meantime it has been marvellous to experience the subtle help received over the makeshift network from those privy to this top secret project.

Once the realisation dawned upon me how these efforts threatened a whole phalanx of the second rate, who would see their expertise and therefore their likelihoods threatened by the new knowledge. My deductions confirmed my course as the best for the time. With the time lapse now well noted and established if there is nothing further for me to add I might as well shut up shop. One major point I had overlooked was even though I had decided to give away my initial ideas and perhaps the essence of the breakthrough, eventually this problem would have to be faced by me. Sooner or later the bullet would have to be bitten and a more in depth explanation would have to be forthcoming. Now my wife always chants the line from St. Matthew's gospel; sufficient unto the day the evil thereof.

Whatever my thoughts on giving away my efforts to that point in time. I now know without any second thought it was most assuredly the best solution as the invention and existence of the Internet has proved to be a vastly better solution than I could ever have imagined. Now my confidence grows with each completed entry to my blog and with it the certainty this must have been preordained, for each problem my fingers throw out my mind soon creates a solution.

New Millennium, New Century,

New Millennium, New Century, New Pastures.

Leading on from my last post on matters concerning the way the mind can be encouraged to block an idea or trend that is potentially dangerous or seen to be so to the driver or driving force or the opposite treatment of the  idea that can be seen as a welcome refreshment to the open mind looking for a new reality.  I have since read in the Steve Jobs biography of what came to be known to those working with and for him as his; Distortion of Reality Field. It seems this was a technique in which he developed the ability while talking to a colleague or someone he wished to take along a path which the other suspected was not grounded in reality but a manifestation of his ability to 'read ' people emotionally and exploit by will power a generally conceded desire to please the acknowledged superior brain.

The idea that in some way the alpha male can produce exploit and maintain a flow of fresh new and fertile ideas and not acknowledge their source, is a common one among those who have worked for any number of years within the confines of the urban jungle. Where the conflict of demarcation between a crushing of the spirit and the essential fight back required to do the best job and to claim one's own authorship is a conundrum I often found was settled in my own case, and probably in many others, by the prosaic demands of the crust on the table, the clothes for the children,the mortgage and the thousand and one other trivia that make the life of urban man fighting his corner. There are few in the class of Steve Jobs, that is a given, but there are thousands who use a moderation of his technique to win a little here and a little there each day.

There does seem to me to be, with the advent of the ultimate dream machine, which Mr.Jobs and his colleagues have helped bring to fruition as productive and fertile life with a new and vastly rewarding, explosive dimension of endeavour that he may have sensed but could no more define just where it would all ultimately lead any more than I could visualize how my own mental upheaval might develop with the input of other minds. The tragic early demise of Mr.Jobs as I see in his biography apparently had a self full filling element, which in my own experience of the way reality was so completely distorted for me, was the very trivia of urban life proving the saving grace. Allowing me to slowly recover my equilibrium in the hands of professional medics and a forgiving and loving family.