Friday, 27 February 2015

The time to be free is here

Excerpt from 

'Stepping into 2015 as Multilayered Beings of Inclusiveness'

The Messages From God Channelled through Yael and Doug Powell, 14 January 2015

This is the time when you become multi-layered beings. When you are available to recognize all the things that are happening at once. Where you can dance as a human being, participate in the storyline of the world that you choose, while all the while being completely awake to your open heart rejoicing in your limitless true nature and participating in the great cosmic movement of Love.

All of life is part of this great creativity. And because I Am creative, beloved ones, so is every quark. Every tiny part of the spectrum of energy is a creative engine creating with Love. So the only thing that has been missing, or out of alignment, is the mis-perception that there is anything but Love. The ideation that there can be a world of darkness now, beloved ones, is meant to come to an end. You, as humankind, may rejoice in being the creative heart of God, taking delight in every aspect of the movement of Love and dancing it forth as a wondrous performance. The great romance of God as I discover more of Myself…

So enter this year as an open heart and a limitless consciousness. Be aware that Love is creating itself here as you. Make the choice to be absolutely unlimited. And then approach every moment as an explorer who is waiting to find the next unfolding of beauty.

So step into this year as a conscious creative heart choosing to live beyond the ego-mind. To instead be the powerful vortex of Love that meets every projection, every thought of duality and instantly performs the translation and becomes the vehicle of transformation into the experience of only good, only God and only limitless possibility…

Thus, beloved ones, you can dance with every moment as it arises. You can meet the perfection of Love in absolutely everything. You can experience this endless bounty, this wondrous true prosperity. You can rejoice in this wonderful life in which everything is possible. And you can leave behind the human identity that you have carried for so long. For the time to be free is here. 2015 is the year of awakening consciousness and the glorious power of Love.

So, beloved ones, when you recognize that you are everything, that this now moment is pregnant with limitless possibilities, you don't have to choose either/or anymore, but can embrace with your heart this holy and endless inclusiveness of which everything is vibrant with life and you are my prayer of gratitude.

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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Monstaville Book III. Chapter 3


Yes! To this thought I hold with firm persistence;
the last result of wisdom stamps it true;
he only earns his freedom and existence
Who daily conquers them anew.
- Goethe.

13 May 2008.

My friend, the butterfly in boots aka Elphie the Witch, stomps around upstairs a few times a day plus every night around the same time now. I’m working every day at the library so I went to bed early last night and I was relieved that she was out so I could get to sleep. But, she came home around 11 p.m. She didn’t wear shoes for a while so, again, I felt grateful that I was going to be allowed to go to sleep in good time. Then, however, El Phaba put some shoes on and walked around for just a minute around 11.30 p.m. before going to bed! It’s the kind of thing the people next door would do, ensure that the noise was delivered on time. She herself is not working at the moment so perhaps her habits have changed for the time being, but this is very strange behaviour.

This has all coincided with me typing up the journal notes for Monstaville and the solution to all this harassment is plain to see. I hope the wisdom gleaned from various sources is helpful to its readers. It’s not my wisdom, but something I, too, am learning. The lesson is: transcend your ego and respond to hostility and animosity with positive energy, thought and behaviour/action. The Self shines lovingly and warmly, radiating positive vibes like the Sun (love/power). We must be like the Sun as Master Aïvanhov and others have counselled. Another lesson, perhaps, is not to focus on the experiences I want to eradicate from my life but on sweeter aspects of life. Abraham says that Esther and Jerry Hicks had tried to correct the bogus information about them on Wikipedia but the original material kept reappearing. After playing this game a few times, the people who were fixing it for them were banned from Wikipedia and couldn’t do anything on it anymore. “And we were explaining that, when you shine a spotlight on something that you do not want, it must get bigger. It must get bigger. It is law. So, when people talk about healing, sometimes, without meaning to, they shine a spotlight on the illness. That’s all we’re saying…make sure where your spotlight is shined. If you shine the spotlight on something you don’t want, it will get bigger, it is law.” ( Having said that, my difficulties with the next-door neighbours date back much further than these books or even the journal entries although I was certainly relating my woes to friends.

‘If you judge or belittle yourself you are lying because you are beautiful. When you tell everyone you don’t have any money you magnify that. Stop sharing news you don’t like. Share news you like. Be honest. Share the beauty of sunrise and its energy will glow into where it can, for example, your bank account. Stop having pity parties. Celebrate yourself. Honour the truth. Fault-finding is honouring lies because it is illusion. Beauty is truth. Let go of your past. Own your beauty this moment. Do this exercise with someone or in the mirror. Pray to the divine to come forth. Tell the truth about each other. It magnifies the magic. Your life will change without doing anything. Everything outside of you will change into that which you acknowledge within you. No one will do it for you. You hold the key. Visualise an energy beam from your heart to others’ hearts.’ (Notes from ‘Who Are the Ascended Masters?’ a talk by St. Germain and the Ascended Masters channelled through Ashamarae McNamara, 12 June 2009,

One thing that is helping me to achieve this goal of being a Light right now, apart from the fact that the Fabled Fabala and I have had friendly relations in the past, is that I am sharing the ultra-powerful healing energy coming through me for my sister with my neighbours (all of them). So the timing is interesting. My sister has had a serious operation and I am sending healing to her but the spirit supplying the energy is more powerful than I have ever known before. Each time I finish sending the energy, I ask if some energy can be sent to my neighbours and if some can be used to heal me - because it’s such a powerful and abundant source of healing energy! It’s these powerful energies that human beings require to be uplifted and know themselves and express their potential on a higher level. So, I am satisfied that this energy could have a positive influence on the situation. I have faith that it can produce a peaceful resolution. The love and energy I have previously sent to my tormentors has not been terribly effective but this force is encouraging and, besides, I have to send it to my sister each day for some time because she needs it [Note: this energy only arrived for three days because my sister needed it. After that it was back to a much, much lower frequency]. Sending them love always made them worse immediately, which I found too demoralising. I tried it on several occasions and was quite startled and extremely disappointed by the results. Needless to say, I gave up on that notion. I ought, however, to have persisted and sent it every day, partly to get some distance from my own aggressive responses. I guess it depends to whom one sends love energy.

August update.

I sensed that the reason our chats were discontinued was that Loli Phaba’s boyfriend had a problem with our friendship, but, then, why was it OK before? They ended when I offered to make some shelves for her last year, which I painted deep red, and she insisted that her boyfriend put them up after I also offered to do that. I have only met him on one occasion, quite recently, and he gave me a filthy look! Fear or mistrust? Jealousy or insecurity? I was in the front garden and Loli left the door open for me. ‘Is it safe?’ I asked, teasingly as I made my way indoors. She smiled and said that it was. It has all quietened down now but there’s still some stomping around in shoes each day. One day, I asked El Phaba to print off a timetable for a job I was due to do since I don’t have Excel. She said she would do it in the morning but then said I go to bed late so she did it that evening instead. My going to bed late had nothing to do with it since she could just leave it by my door. It is possible that this was a campaign that became pointless because, since I now go to bed late, I can’t be kept awake anymore. This means that it may have continued beyond the three months that I had a job which started early in the mornings. Who knows?

“Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.” - Steve Irwin.

Young croc whiling away the day by My Tho, Vietnam

October update.

All quiet on the Western Front! There is NO stomping around in shoes upstairs (and I never mentioned it). It’s just the way it was for the first year of her living here...except there are still heavy objects dropped on the floor late at night sometimes which never happened before.

I prefer to go with my friend’s judgement that it is purely ‘coincidental’ that Ms Thropp has been making so much noise at the same time I was under such extreme fire from the neighbours. 2008 has been a year of change and new beginnings for many people.

Intimidation can be directed subtly, enabling the perpetrator to appear and feel guiltless. Indeed, this is often the way bullies work: as I have noted previously, they might seek to exert pressure over a period of time in the hope that their target reacts and can then be accused of starting a fight.

A couple of friends claim that I’m simply paranoid! I mentioned this to another friend who has read some of the book. Here is her reply:

“You're not being paranoid, that's a real, my fucking neighbours are driving me to drink...they are sooo fucking noisy as I write this! What do they think they are the only ones who live here??? What fuckers, at best! Hope they all get eaten by big fat hungry aliens...bastards!!!!!!!! I hate living here!
                BUT I have my earphones on now and have the music cranked up full volume so I can't hear them right now....I'll do this till they are finally eaten by those hungry aliens, hahaha.....”

"On the sixth day, God turned to the angel Gabriel and said, 'Today I am going to create a land called Canada. It will be a land of outstanding natural beauty, snow-capped mountains, beautiful blue lakes, forests of elk and moose, silver rivers full of salmon. With pure, clear air. I will make the country rich in oil and the people there shall prosper. They will be called Canadians, and become known as the friendliest people on earth.' 'Don't you think,' asked Gabriel, 'that you're being a bit over generous to one country?' 'Wait,' said God. 'You haven't seen the neighbours I'm going to land them with.'" - Laughter is the Best Medicine, The Reader's Digest Association Limited, London, U.K., 2005, p.104).

Regarding the harassment coming from next door, unless you have experienced this kind of thing on a regular basis you would not perhaps believe that people could behave in such a monstrous, proud but pathetic way. Most people see it as coincidence because that is the rational explanation which, alone, is very limiting because it is not accompanied either by direct personal experience or the intuitive intelligence to perceive and understand things on a deeper level. To be perfectly honest, I am not so sure that English people would come up with such subtle (sneaky) forms of psychological abuse that evades the law. On the whole, I think that we tend to repress and that we are our own worst enemy. When we express ourselves directly we are probably too afraid of the law to go far enough to be effective in such situations. Of course, there are those who do not have the strength or discipline to control their behaviour and end up in trouble, and many of those people are often the perpetrators of arguments, intimidation and violence I expect.

This is an issue that so many people are having to contend with even if they do not mention it until prompted. It is hard to convey to people, verbally at least. Really, short of having them change places or live with you for a year or two, you need them to see the record you have kept over a period of time. Unfortunately, that is just too long and tedious to include in this book! It does not matter if this aspect of my trials is paranoia on my part or not (it isn’t). This kind of thing happens and people need to know how to deal with it. Even if all of the experiences I have recorded in this book were imaginary, or pure fiction, the point is the lesson, what we can learn from such situations as these.

“On a level of simple personal survival, understanding and forgiveness are crucial...whether in an intimate personal relationship or on a global level.” - Edward Albert.

“Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads.” - A church sign in the States. (And ‘kill them with kindness’ so they become dependent on you for it, as a friend adds).

“Acceptance and forgiveness. It’s the only tools we’ve got left.” – Bill Hicks (last performance).

“Life is an adventure in forgiveness.” – Norman Cousins (1912-1990).

Love is an act of endless forgiveness.” - Peter Ustinov.

"Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows as evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draw it. Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves. He is angry with me, he attacked me, he defeated me, he robbed me - those who dwell on such thoughts will never be free from hatred…For hatred can never put an end to hatred; Love alone can. This is an unalterable law. People forget that their lives will end soon. For those who remember, quarrels come to an end soon." - Buddha.

I have included the above notes because, well, I wrote them! And, I write to try and understand things. It helps me think and work things out. I am not really that interested in getting to the bottom of it, however. I was curious. I just feel completely forgiving and appreciating the general peace that is here at the moment, hoping it lasts! Just thought you should know that! I am on the case, sending love and light to the next-door neighbours each time I meditate - taking no chances now! I should have done this all along. Ah, well, you live and learn. [Retrospective note: Yeah, this lasted until the TV torment that took off after Christmas. Haha].

“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.” - Marie Curie.

I eventually resorted throwing things out the back to make loud noises. These shock tactics were usually effective so I relied on them for extreme occasions when the harassment was unbearable. When you are unable to communicate with people directly because they are too proud and defensive (and when you are too shy and nervous to break that wall of resistance down) this can be the only means of communication open to you. You don’t have to do it aggressively or angrily. It is possible to communicate assertively with love. Any anger that is felt can be channelled this way too, transformed into power, and it can be fun too. My father called my behaviour childish. Well, my Inner Child certainly enjoyed it so, yes, I turned it into a game, something to enjoy (and win at) rather than a source of misery. [1]

Do things out of love, even for your enemies. Love them, entertain them, make them feel special. Let the Sun shine and the world is thine! Fighting back is a waste of time. Do it all for love but know it’s honey from a bee and bees they sting! It’s the sugar to take the medicine down. Make ‘em laugh, make ‘em sigh, think of everything that’ll make ‘em high. Open their hearts. Be proactive. Say ‘Hey, how ya doin’?’ Don’t tell ‘em to ‘fuck off.’ A few of my favourites: ‘Light my Fire’ by The Doors, ‘I Feel Good’ by James Brown and, if they’re keeping you awake, ‘If Only Tonight We Could Sleep’ by The Cure. The answers are within you.

Retrospective note, July 2009.

Achieving permanent peace evidently isn’t quite as simple as that! Finding solutions to the coughing campaign did not prevent my neighbours from finding other noisy ways of subjecting me to their ignorance. Here’s an entertaining update from my friend on her own situation:

“Aw fucking neighbours from u know, I've got sum of those as well...I just wanna fucking screem when I hear that aweful dog upstairs, running and barking at the newspaper boy when he drops the paper at their door at 5 a.m.!!!!!!!!!!  And the muslim asshole just across and one down from me watches fucking arabic tv in the middle of the night so I have to shut my windows bc he keeps it so fucking LOUD! Oh gods, help me!!!!!!!!!!”

Another friend of mine, whom I met in Camden one afternoon (and who is small in stature) asked her neighbour to do something about her noisy dogs (she had nine of the critters!) because they were keeping her awake at night. For this request she was struck hard across the face. She is now (a year later) on talking terms with the woman (who only has three dogs now so it’s quiet, she says!) and told her that she had hit her so hard that her jaw ached for a long time afterwards. It doesn’t sound like she got much sympathy.

“The victory is to be the most enduring.” - The Mother (Sri Aurobindo's 'Shakti').

Ironically, if you’re in a tight corner, you need to draw on a range of resources, to approach your predicament from as many angles as possible even. There is no single remedy to the situation. You’re trapped. You need to accept, breathe, release, cope, survive, stand up for yourself, be smart, try different strategies, mix them up, vary them, change and adapt with events, love yourself, love your enemy but not whilst denying you own divine right to peace and harmony, look, listen and learn, study, use your intuition, ask for help from the divine realms. In other words, you just live and express yourself fully as a multifaceted being in relation to this dilemma you’re facing. It is a test of strength and character. It can make you or, if you suppress uncomfortable or negative emotions, it can eventually explode in your face (and maybe everyone else’s) and break you. This is psychological torture over a long period that would make the CIA and MK-Ultra proud!

There are no solutions. There is only MANAGEMENT. You just have to make do. But, still, at least this prevents you from doing something drastic either to yourself or others.

“The attempt to express love for your enemy, the attempt to express understanding, is what counts. The attempt to express that you understand they are a part of God even though they may not understand you are a part of God.” – Bashar (channelled through Darryl Anka,

Retrospective insert.

Another fine mess.

“In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine

In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name and I carved

- Laurel and Hardy (chorus of ‘The Trail of the Lonesome Pine’ written by Ballard MacDonald and Harry Carroll, 1913).

I feel like a comparatively mature plant – an ‘old soul’ - in this world, one that has been transplanted at the wrong time of year or in an alien environment. The harsh climate of my youth quickly caused the leaves to perish, followed by the entire stem. Broken and then ‘dead to the world’ but existing in a cocoon of soil and compost beneath the ground, reflecting, studying, creatively, introspectively, waiting to find the inspiration and motivation to rise up towards the Sun again and out of the earth to full consciousness. And, this time, to actually flower!

My very soul rejected this society piecemeal! ‘I have seen enough,’ it said right there after the first six years of life, ‘and it’s not for me!’ And, then, over the years, during adolescence and adult life, it just observed more of the same old shit which served only to reinforce this belief. Sure, it was wise to see the outside world for what it was but it was unable to take this notion further and see through it for the illusion that it is. All those tears locked away, locked in fear and taking life too seriously. Sure, because my Inner Child knew what it wanted and it was at odds with society.

Even after all these years, I have never been able to get on top of the outside world and provide the conditions that my soul needs in order to thrive and be at peace. Life has been one long endurance test thus far. Ultimately, I just never had enough money to live on let alone establish a world in which my soul could thrive, or explore or live life to the full in an external sense. My Inner Child escaped to its room within. Together, ‘we’ have been confined to our inner space and remained stuck there because we could then no longer fit in with the crazy world outside with its third-dimensional emphasis. And, then, of course, this leads to other problems as they mount up. And so it is that, as the nightmare comes to an end, pleasant dreams can follow before we finally awaken fully. Yes, it is time to create the New World, to be part of this exciting endeavour!

Where I live, although I have perhaps seen the worst in various ‘racial identities,’ I am also fortunate enough to witness firsthand the truth that the majority of people are good-hearted, even though many behave selfishly because this cruel and crazy world in which we live engenders feelings of fear and insecurity. Remove the weeds that are strangling the flowers, let in the sunlight, divine love and happiness, and enough hearts will blossom to change this world and create a Heaven on Earth. No matter how corrupt and chaotic the world still appears, the extraction process is underway albeit taking place behind the scenes. In truth, it is time to celebrate and give thanks for the dawn that is now starting to appear on the horizon even if the light itself is not quite visible to everybody. Just a little more patience and faith are required. A climber who is getting close to the mountaintop might not realise just how close she (or he, but I feel like going with ‘she’ on this occasion since a bit of equality goes a long way…and perhaps women are generally more deserving of illumination in my eyes!) is. She might receive a few glimpses of the Sun up above and the Sun’s warmth sends a welcome message to her heart. Alas, discouragement soon returns as the climber feels weary and, still, she cannot see where she is in relation to the peak. The past weighs heavy on her heart and there seems no end to the darkness, to the struggle, the effort that started out as a labour of love, a heroic dream. In my case, I have been fortunate in that St. Germain kind of dropped down like a spider from the sky on an invisible thread! He assured me that I was on the path and that they (the Ascended Masters) could see me ascending successfully (but also needed a little push from them). 

[Harry has started working in a video shop. A customer taps him on the shoulder and he turns round].
Customer: Excuse me! Where can I find ‘Aliens’?
Harry Solomon (French Stewart): [Looks astounded] Nowhere! [Walks back to the counter]. Not here, that’s for sure! Nobody here but us humans. [Trying to act normal]. La la la, la la la [Drops the video as a result of holding the box the wrong way up and quickly bends down to retrieve it, then types something on the computer - to look normal, of course!]. Stop looking at me!
- 3rd Rock from the Sun (Season 1, Episode 12, ‘Frozen Dick,’ created by Bonnie and Terry Turner, written by Linwood Boomer, 1996).

This meeting occurred largely because I am one of the (really crazy) climbers who is treading an ascension trail for others to follow but also because I have a predestined mission to assist others to ascend too. I am a starseed (as a fellow starseed once said: “I am the alien your government warned you about”). I ‘believe’ that every human being has their origins in another part of the universe. Although we are all ‘star-seeded,’ however, the term ‘starseed’ refers, it seems, to those who ascended elsewhere and came to Earth to join the caravan, share their love and wisdom and show the way at this time of planetary Ascension. According to the ‘Hugh-Man,’ the Pleiadians with whom he is in contact telepathically told him that there were only 1800 star souls (starseeds) on the planet when he was born in the 1940s. There are now well over a million. [2] We entered this cycle of karma and reincarnation from various parts of the universe primarily for the purpose of keeping the divine flame alight on Earth through the millennia of darkness and creating the new path home to Light for humanity. Each and every step, each struggle, apparently against all odds, has much more value to the collective Ascension than we perceive. We are pushing towards the point of critical mass which, once achieved (through these three Ascension waves), will affect everybody on Earth. Dedication to Truth, to Love, to Happiness, will become the norm. In truth, we are all starseeds in that we originate not on Earth but in other regions of space.

“None of you are indigenous to Earth. You’ve all come from somewhere else.” – Adronis (channelled through Brad Johnson).

“All life on holy Mother Earth is made up of the star seeds from the other constellations with a history of living on the different planets in this solar system and living on the planetary bodies in other solar systems, the other constellations where you see now the brightest star which is as a sun in another solar system that does have, in many cases, the planets circling about it and does have life that it is sustaining; life perhaps not as you understand this form of life, but life nonetheless.” – Jesus/Jeshua (channelled through Judith Coates, 5 September 2010,

Blackadder (Rowan Atkinson): Baldrick, I have a very, very, very cunning plan.
Baldrick (Tony Robinson): Is it as cunning as a fox what used to be Professor of Cunning at Oxford University but has moved on and is now working for the U.N. at the High Commission of International Cunning Planning?
Blackadder: Yes it is.
Baldrick: Hmm...that's cunning.
- Blackadder Goes Forth (Series 4, written by Richard Curtis and Ben Elton, BBC TV, 1989).

Eventually, only souls of a certain vibration will be able to incarnate here. Those who still need more density, more fear, more control, more darkness in which to hide from themselves, like seeds buried beneath the soil of unconsciousness, will not feel comfortable in such an environment. The negative energy source that they prefer to rely on and identify with will not be present so they would become ill and die. ‘All is in Divine Order.’ Everything is as it should be. They will find the experiences they need on another planet somewhere and continue to be loved, forgiven and blessed by all who are of the Light. It is simply that this planet has other plans and has had enough experience of lower vibrations. Earth Itself is ‘re-ascending’ and, therefore, nature holds the secrets to accomplishing this feat for all to draw upon. Imagine a golden rope (higher energies) being lowered to Earth, going right down into the Earth. The Earth Spirit recognises this as a rescue mission that was arranged long ago and takes hold of the rope.

This rope is not one that needs to then be pulled up. No one is pulling us out of the physical world but, rather, increasing our Light, helping us to restore full consciousness. The Light is simply being switched on in the room again really only we are the Light. We are like fireflies that have been dim for so long. We have sought ourselves, our Light, outside of ourselves in the world of darkness and illusion where very little Light exists and for which the power of the Dark Masters have compensated having banished the beings of Light from this world long ago. By keeping humanity in fear and darkness they could themselves appear as a source of Light, of hope, of happiness, and even love. Yet, the more people follow them the less Light they have, the more their enjoyment of life is diminished and the more their hearts close.

So, we are now being reconnected to the Source of Light. And, as we hold on to this rope and activate our Light bodies, we grow brighter and brighter, both increasing the Light quotient in humanity and helping to anchor this Golden Cord (Christ Light) into the Earth. This has been the mission for 2009: to get the Ascension process in full swing both for Earth and the first wave of starseeds. Eventually, the ‘room,’ the environment of Earth, will be so bright, so high-frequency, that, rather than resembling a dark tree surrounded by little lights, it will look more like a ball of Light surrounded by little bodies. All will know Light and Oneness as Home. All will know themselves as God first and foremost, as expressions of the Source and this will only enhance their individual expression and self-awareness because all are growing further and further towards the Source of all Life. It will truly be a Heaven on Earth for all to enjoy, share and celebrate.

As I understand it, planetary races ascend collectively and not usually on the planet; they are removed from it and then ascend to the (first) plane of Oneness and Light, Love and Creative Intelligence (the fifth dimension). Apparently, ascension to full consciousness whilst inhabiting a physical body has not occurred on this planet’s surface before. It’s all just gardening (like everything in my head…I must surely have been a gardener in a previous life, perhaps in some far-off galaxy!). The gardener enters the greenhouse-cum-matrix-cum-dormitory when the seedlings are ready. He carries the seed trays outside into the garden. Some of the seeds in the compost compartments don’t make it but most are strong and healthy enough (spiritually) to plant in a flowerbed. In the case of Planetary Ascension, the gardening process is a little more sophisticated than the confines of Gardener’s World magazine in that it involves millions of beings who arrive in space ships from various parts of the universe and also a ground crew of beings who ascended long ago on other planets both in the local galaxy and beyond. These souls awaken first to lead the way and help create an ascension trail for others to follow. Raising their own frequency, albeit at a time when higher energies are reintroduced on the planet, is called ‘Cosmic Ascension.’ Following this flowering, some of the flowers, who have already attained this level of self-mastery and beyond also incarnate to help create Heaven on Earth.

The Planetary Ascension process also involves certain ‘super seeds’ which are sown into the compost trays amongst the others and they are unrecognisable. All appear to live and grow, have the same conditions and opportunities, similar physiology and experiences. Yet, always there is something indefinably unusual in the super seeds. They do not even know what it is themselves because they, too, live in the dark unconscious, in the compost of forgetting! They carry a light within them, however, and they keep the divine flame glowing behind the veil in a world of darkness and therefore duality (for the Light of Reality - cannot be snuffed out completely anyway).

It is only when these super seeds start to grow rapidly all of a sudden at the end of the journey that the difference becomes apparent. There seems to be no stopping these seedlings as they rise up and show the others what is possible. Indeed, they are demonstrating the potential inherent within each and every seed if only they believed in themselves and knew how glorious they, too, are. The extra solar energy which they contain comes out having been hidden within for so long, even to themselves. That is why the gardener starts telling them to wake up! No one else takes any notice because they are still asleep. Smiling, He/She whispers (in a Somerset ‘Wurzel’ accent), ‘Come on me little beauties! Wakey, wakey. It’s your old friend God! You can let go of the illusion now. Here, maybe this’ll help” (gives them a little ‘push’ with a few drops of fertiliser).

PLAY: The chorus of ‘The Combine Harvester’ by The Wurzels (1976).

“There is no one on Earth who is not precisely where they are supposed to be, perfectly positioned to be themselves, doing what they planned to do before they incarnated. If you have doubts about this, as many of you do, ask for guidance when you pray or meditate, and even if it seems that you are getting no answers, know that you are making your presence on Earth extremely effective just by being there and holding your loving intent…All that you need to do is accept the Love He offers you in every moment (even if you do not feel It) and intend to share It indiscriminately. That is your main task; that is why you were created; and in doing that you will find eternal ecstasy as you awaken.” – Saul (channelled through John Smallman, ‘The remaining skeins of the illusion are turning to dust,’ 5 June 2013,

“There’s no need to wait for the bad things and bullshit to be over. Change now. Love now. Live now. Don’t wait for people to give you permission to live, because they won’t.” - Kris Carr.

“Gee, ain't I a stinker?” - Bugs Bunny (Warner Brothers).

Foot notes

1. Barefoot Doctor refers to the Inner Child as your IPS, or ‘inner playful spirit.’ An Indian lady with whom I am friendly online writes, eloquently, “The innocence of the magical child within holds the key to the heaven of our Heart.” (‘Archangel Kupio’)

2. Mark Huber’s website appears to suggest that we have all ascended at least three times before - otherwise we would not be here. I’m not so sure. I think there is a range between fresh shoots endeavouring to push up through the soil for the first time and souls who have ascended few times but I could be wrong. Isis, channelled through Petra Margolis on 25 January 2009, has this to say on the subject: “I don't know what anyone sees as an Ascended Master walking the earth, but I see it as someone that can actually change their physical body into a light body and the other way around. Have not seen anyone like that, I know I can't do it. So when we talk about Ascension, and many have done this, they have done Planetary ascension. That is the easy part, many have done that in previous lifetimes and it's only the beginning. Yes it's a big step, but why stop there. Why is everyone so convinced that this is ascension? When we look back in history and one of the biggest stories out there is of course Jesus. He Ascended; he changed his body into light.” (‘Planetary and Cosmic Ascension and what is the difference,’

Friday, 20 February 2015

Monstaville Book III. Chapter 2


“Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.”
- Hippocrates (Aphorisms).

I kept a record of all the harassment I endured from the next-door neighbours (who are bigoted and racist in my opinion) between 25 January and 29 June 2008. I don’t know what to do with it! I can’t very well copy out the entire list here. Yet, one has to see the whole thing to appreciate what a nightmare this period was. Seeing is believing. Something happened practically every day save a break of about four weeks in May. I stood my ground.

As always, it all started completely out of the blue. The neighbours acquired a kitten around June or July 2007 and they started letting it out after a few months. He quickly realised that my garden is a hundred times more cat-friendly than his own! So, apart from climbing on the roof, he would spend each and every day in my garden, avoiding the boring one next door. My cat was none too happy about this, however! One day, he pulled the kitten down from the wall dividing the two gardens and I told him off. After that, Xianxian was positively depressed for a good couple of months. He just skulked around and put up with the intruder and I felt sorry for him. I probably ought to have just let him get on with it and define his territory. Once, I caught the ‘evil’ daughter (who had moved out) next door swinging a cardigan around trying to hit my cat with the zip by the low wall in my own garden! She couldn’t very easily pretend she was doing something else with it after noticing me watching her from the doorway, but she did try, which was funny to see. Eventually, as the cat next door grew older (about 8 months old), my cat took action and put a stop to the other one hanging around on his patch.

One day in October, I came across three small garden canes that someone had evidently thrown into my garden by the house. I had no idea why but I eventually recalled throwing a small garden cane to that very place myself just a few days earlier! If ever I find anything in the garden that needs to be thrown away or that needs to be kept somewhere else, I tend to throw it over to the area of the back door to pick up later. I believe it must be the case that someone next door had seen me throw the stick and assumed I was throwing it at their cute little kitten. In fact, their cat was nowhere in sight that afternoon, so there wasn’t even a slim chance of hitting it by accident. And, if he was not outside, then he must have been indoors. Perhaps someone saw me from an upstairs window and didn’t know that.

“Can't have dirty garbage!” - Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants, created by Stephen Hillenburg, Viacom International Inc.).

Well, I have a stack of garden canes and kept these ‘gifts’ in case they become useful one day. Shortly afterwards, I found a very battered man’s shoe in the front garden. Strange, I thought. I threw it in the bin. The following week, I found another battered shoe in the front garden AND a trainer (in good condition) in the back garden! WEIRD! They had been thrown there on the same day. I threw these in the bin after asking the Bengali neighbours on the other side if the trainer belonged to any of them. They said positively ‘no.’ That only left one family who could have been responsible, of course. Soon after, for a few weeks, I was finding empty cat food trays in the front garden, as well as an empty cat food box.

On 2 November, another battered shoe appeared in the front garden and I placed it on the pavement by my wall. The following day, I found that someone had picked it up and thrown it back into my garden! I kicked it through the hedge and it remained on the neighbours’ side, under the hedge, for about a week before disappearing. I opened the curtain a week later to find that a cigarette butt and an empty cat food tin had been thrown into the back garden. I had a brainwave! I threw the tin onto the flat roof of the neighbours’ kitchen (extension) at the back and I threw the cigarette butt onto their lawn. A few days later, another empty cat food tray in the front garden. This, I also threw onto their roof where, I might add, they could not easily retrieve it and would, therefore, have to see this and the other tin each time they looked out of an upstairs window at the back. Kind of feels like being dragged back to the Middle Ages when people threw rubbish in the streets from their windows and contributed to the Black Death in Europe.

"I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman." - Homer Simpson.

Which reminds me of the time a friend and I performed some of our songs in Stratford years ago and dressed ourselves in whacky costumes for the occasion. I painted my face blue and wore a pair of green, transparent-rimmed shades (bought from Dorothy Perkins!) while my friend originally wanted to perform as the Black Death and covered his face in large black and purple sores using face paints. It was an innocent idea but I was shocked that he didn’t realise how offensive it might be taken in a place that had such a heavily black population! So, we argued about it. His artistic naïveté was perfectly justified, of course, and no one need have known that his look was that of a victim of the ‘Black’ Death. I was so horrified though that I had to talk him out of it, so he wore a mask he had also brought with him to cover it up. He still thinks I was being too sensitive. I just think it’s hilarious that he wanted to do the gig there in that guise.

Next, I found some bubble wrap on my apple tree, which is situated beside the dividing wall, and I’m sure as hell it didn’t grow! It had been wrapped over a branch; there was no wind to have carried it there. This takes us up to the middle of November. At the same time that all this was taking place, for a few weeks, my telephone rang three times without anyone on the other end answering. On 17 November, which was a Saturday, the neighbours played very loud music between 3 and 9 p.m. and loud tabla drums between 7.30 and 10.10 p.m. I myself played some loud music between 4 and 8 p.m. in response and, after that, I felt gravely depressed since the drumming during the previous stint had gone on till 1 and 2 a.m. culminating in my shouting at them through the wall because the thundering volume went right through my ear plugs, preventing me from getting to sleep. The chances were they would continue until late but, in fact, they stopped earlier, as I said. I was ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop,’ so to speak.
“Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you.” - Yassir Arafat.

OK, this is one record I kept. I should point out that prior to the incidents mentioned above, there had been almost complete silence next door for several months. The next one commences on 25 January 2008. Loud tabla drums and singing all evening on that Friday, the following day, and on the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I started a full-time job on 7 February and had been trying to change my sleeping pattern so I started going to bed at 11 p.m. I wore ear plugs but the (Asian) music would get louder and louder and there was also a lot of jumping around which shook my room! For the first few days, the music stopped around 11 p.m. or 12 a.m. From the Thursday onwards, however, it went on till around 2 a.m. I couldn’t sleep, and would take the ear plugs out at around 1.15 a.m. hoping it had stopped so I could sleep since the ear plugs themselves kept me awake. On the day I started the job, there was, again, singing and drumming. The drum was especially loud until about 10.30 a.m. Then the volume decreased enough for me to go to bed wearing ear plugs and I managed to get to sleep at some point.

The remainder of this record starts on 28 February 2008. One of the daughters had started coughing loudly right near the wall of my main room (where I also sleep) at the same time each evening (10.30 p.m.). After a few days of this, I started keeping a note since I had already established a record of the neighbours’ behaviour. Then, on Friday 29 February, two Asian boys stood outside the house shouting between approximately 8.05 and 8.15 p.m. The shouting included, ‘Do you want to fight with me motherfucker?’ a few times. I did consider going outside and confronting them but what would happen if there was a fight? I’d probably get done for hitting a minor, if that’s what they were. I didn’t look, but they sounded about 15 or 16 years of age. As for calling the police, they would have been long gone before they arrived. So, I simply ignored them. Best thing.

“Oh, barnacles!” - Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants, created by Stephen Hillenburg, Viacom International Inc.).

Not long after that a group of Asian men in a silver Mercedes parked up opposite my flat and looked in my direction for over an hour. No one got out of the car and no one even opened a door. My desk faces the window so I could see them although they could not have seen me. The guy in the passenger seat watched my flat the whole time and opened the window briefly, continuing to look in my direction. The driver spent much of the time talking loudly (I observed) and often throwing mock punches in the air as though recounting a story of having been in a fight. I viewed it as a probable threat but shrugged it off. They may have known I was at home but there was no guarantee that I had noticed them, even if it is well known to the neighbours that I spend most of my time in the front room. I refused to acknowledge the message although I did eventually realise that all this happened in reaction to me losing my temper and shouting ‘Fuck off’ a few times in the kitchen hoping they could hear the actual words through the wall. Not that I planned to resort to swearing at them on a regular basis since it did feel like I was turning into a savage myself!

It felt good to relieve the tension and deflect their negative intentions using my Word to convey the power of my spirit. It was a righteous assertion of my will. If they are unable to feel the power of my spirit through the love that I send to them, let them feel it through the sound of my voice. This is not something I have wanted to do but it feels so right because they do not respond to anything else. However, this is only ever a temporary measure which is designed to be more of a threat. It is a bluff, in fact. It is a warning that I could continue to take that course of action indefinitely when the truth of the matter is that I couldn’t live with myself if I lowered my vibration to such a crude level on a semi-permanent basis. In other words, it’s just not me. But it certainly is me to use this briefly as a warning and to hope they get the message!

“Isn't this great Squidward? It’s just the three of us. You, me, and this brick wall you built between us.” - Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants, created by Stephen Hillenburg, Viacom International Inc.).

The neighbours would have realised by this time, if not much earlier, that I was out at work all day. I often saw one of them on my way to work. There would have been no sound at all and my usual appearances in the garden to practice tai chi had been replaced by early morning efforts to get my brain focussed in this way (that is, it is not very effective for me at that time). For the following six weeks, the daughter’s ‘coughing’ was accompanied by the father’s equally false and excruciatingly loud ‘sneezes’ (very reminiscent of Pigsy except that this is a violently-loud, daily intensive). You can tell the difference between real sneezes and coughs and fake ones. The latter are very loud and aggressive, filled with evil hate. When they cough and sneeze naturally, it sounds and feels inoffensive. I have lived here for over a decade and there was never any other noticeable coughing at all). These occurred pretty much on a daily basis between 9.30 p.m. and midnight and, eventually, after about a month, at other times during the day as well. I was also finding broken garden canes in my back garden, as well as a few other things (such as a soggy ball of tissue), occasionally as well. I threw these items onto their roof like before. [Hereafter, the father is referred to as ‘Ha Chu,’ after a panda that was video’d during a sneezing fit, shown on YouTube, and as Keith Olberman, news anchorman for MSNBC in America, named him I think. There is also an amusing video of a baby panda sneezing, causing its gigantic mother, who is sitting in the corner of their compound in a zoo munching some food, to jump].

“Sometimes I sneeze so hard, I get my period a week early.” – Carmen Lynch.

Apart from playing some loud music for a couple of hours one day, I chose not to react at all, settling for keeping the record which somehow seemed to take the edge off the abuse. Also, it seemed absurd to get het up about childish people pretending to cough and sneeze, however loud it was. The destructive intent reached me psychically however and I had to shield myself from it somehow. It is quite amazing how a prolonged campaign of such noises can eventually take effect even if one appears to be doing a grand job of hardening one’s mind to keep it out and just refuse to pay any attention to it. Bit-by-bit, the amount of suppressed emotion must build up and lie in waiting somewhere, ready to pounce! All this sneezing and coughing was, I’m sure, inspired by the fact that the only loud noises they hear from me, generally, are the occasional sneeze! As though they were taking revenge on me for sneezing or trying to make a statement - namely, that if I can sneeze occasionally, they have every right to make whatever loud noise they want whenever they want, whether it comes naturally or with malicious intent. Doesn’t quite compute, but there you go. This is a mental asylum after all!

This went on beyond the six weeks previously mentioned, right up until the end of June. However, after six weeks I’d had enough! On 13 April Ha Chu’s ‘sneeze’ was the loudest yet and someone was knocking on my wall that night at 12.45 a.m. So, I felt compelled to start retaliating. Evidently, ignoring them was simply not working in my favour. More stuff was thrown into my garden on the following Tuesday and the fake coughing and sneezing continued day after day. With humour at first, I started playing ‘Light My Fire’ by The Doors repeatedly on the stereo when I came home for lunch. Doesn’t get much higher than this, baby!

I have a James Brown toy that dances and plays ‘I Feel Good’ for a few minutes at the press of a button. I was all set to start using that and a remote-controlled fart machine I had acquired regularly as I had done occasionally before. I also hit the punch-bag just once that evening. I was ready to let rip. And give them a taste of their own medicine. The following day, however, it appeared to be ‘all quiet on the Western Front’ and the Angel Card I picked said ‘Tenderness.’ So, I thought I would give them a chance to decide what they wanted to do. If they continued to be quiet, I would be quiet. If not, I would go ahead with my strategy for silencing them. Just after 9 p.m., there was some tapping on the wall followed by a few females laughing and then a loud cough. The laughter made me smile. Laughter I can handle! Laughter is cool! It was not genuine, however. You can’t win ‘em all. I laugh much more on my own than they ever do as a group. There was another loud ‘cough’ at 23.11 followed by an even louder one (by one of the daughters) and a loud knock on the wall at about 23.45. I decided to give them until Monday to sort themselves out. I pushed the spring back and held it down.

It was quiet the next day but the psychological assaults resumed on the day after that and went on nightly every day after that. They started turning their television up loudly late at night and continued to get a kick out of knocking on the wall with something. They hadn’t taken the hint, believing I was in a weak position I expect. So, when Monday arrived, I loosened the reins. What no one had anticipated was that I lost my temp job on that preceding Friday (with no notice). In addition to my original tactics, I started making banging noises of my own in the kitchen when I heard them next door (in their bathroom). I started wolf-whistling. Ha Chu made antagonistic noises while I did tai chi on that Monday and I sang a bit of ‘Light My Fire’ as I walked past him on the way home as he washed his car. They carried on; I had just gotten started. Naturally, they upped the stakes, banging on my wall late at night very loudly as I was trying to get to sleep. Even the mother joined in the coughing that Wednesday! By setting a poor example of human behaviour, one ignorant generation poisons the next...’It’s your duty to be as ignorant as possible!’ [Retrospective note: It has since occurred to me that the weird coughing campaign could have manifested as a result of their desire not to break the rules of their Muslim religion; that is, to attack in a way that can be misinterpreted (by their own subconscious) as being innocent. They need to feel justified to a sufficient degree to exercise power. Hence, they have also used screaming babies as weapons! Why else would they be right next to my bedroom wall between the midnight and 2 a.m. each night, out of the blue, during periods of harassment in other ways and after I have taken measures to try and persuade them to discontinue such callous behaviour?].

“I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind.” - Laurie Halse Anderson.

In a dramatic turn of events, this campaign suddenly ceased after 26 April...when the woman upstairs started stomping around in shoes all the time after a whole year of silence. It was the following day that I overheard her reply in the street to the next door neighbours’ friend, Loudmouth, concerning my music which I had turned up loud to match theirs. I’ve written down that she said simply, ‘Oh, did he? OK then.’ Too brief and ambiguous to draw any conclusions really. Regardless, the ‘coughing’ and ‘sneezing’ and so forth ended abruptly and was directly followed by the woman upstairs (Elphaba Thropp, the Wicked Witch of the West, from the book/musical Wicked is as good as any resemblance. This is a retrospective nickname…bear with me) deciding to walk around wearing shoes every day. It could be just that, having heard I was playing loud music while she was out, she decided to care less about noise she made (evidently whether I was out or not though). I had myself disturbed her one evening by not taking my shoes off for a couple of minutes when I got home from work. I had not realised that she was home and I was tired and didn’t care if the neighbours next door had to put up with the noise. It is possible she was in bed. Anyway, ‘El Phaba’ began wearing shoes upstairs at various times but particularly late at night (11 p.m. to 12 a.m.) - every night without fail! She was off work for a spell so it could just have been a change in habits (or shoes again)...or all these things!

Once the work contract ended I decided just to endure the thundering coming from upstairs without comment. It also felt like an opportunity to show some love because there had been, or so I thought, such harmony between us and I was not prepared to spoil that...even if it was something of an illusion and I didn’t really know what was going on. After all, under these conditions, I have not really found it possible to demonstrate exemplary citizenry or set an example of unconditional love and compassion. “You can be a good neighbour only if you have good neighbours,” as Howard Koch observes.

On 6 June 2008, I made a loud ‘farting’ sound in response to Ha Chu’s loud ‘sneeze.’ And that was it. On that day, I wrote this in the record I was keeping: ‘Now, whenever they ‘attack,’ I get up and do something - take offensive action because it clears my mind, burns up the potential tension. Positive, dynamic energy - power - is released. Hit them back and harder is my motto at the moment. They wanna play - OK. Let them suffer. Also, you see, they attack, then you react - which leaves them with the anxiety whilst releasing yours.’ They got worse, and grew louder, with more knocking on the wall using a hard object. I hit back - hard. One of Ha Chu’s fake sneezes was so loud that it penetrated right into my nervous system and shook me and made the hairs on my arms stand on end!

For these few weeks when Retrograde Pluto returned to my natal Moon for the final time, I felt compelled to retaliate spontaneously each time they ‘coughed’ or ‘sneezed.’ I felt myself being propelled into action from a place deep within my unconscious and realised how I could hurt them without doing any actual damage. I felt more ruthless than I had ever felt in my life before. I was seriously up for war and felt capable of anything. In a wilder environment I would have been capable of killing my enemies without giving it a second thought. Emotion had taken over and my will thrust itself into the fray with my reason standing in the background, a lone figure pointing out what was acceptable and not acceptable. Expressing power was the order of the day...and retaliating with noise felt like child’s play.

"You haven't yet opened your heart fully, to life, to each moment. The peaceful warrior's way is not about invulnerability, but absolute vulnerability - to the world, to life, and to the Presence you felt. All along I've shown you by example that a warrior's life is not about imagined perfection or victory; it is about love. Love is a warrior's sword; wherever it cuts, it gives life, not death." - Dan Millman (Way of the Peaceful Warrior: A Book That Changes Lives).

If I did as much as them, I would win because there are more of them to suffer. When I hit them hard, I showed them that they have more to lose than me. They believe I am more vulnerable than they are so I had to teach them that they are more vulnerable. I was able to give them cause for concern. Sometimes, one needs to use a combination of tactics, at least temporarily. I actually have no idea which source of action has resulted in their current retreat. Sending them love has never worked in the past and I believe it is my aggression, my use of ‘force,’ which has deterred them from continuing their terror campaign. They know what I am capable of now (even though, between you and me, I just went a little crazy for a couple of weeks and have no intention of resuming such activities again!). It’s like boiling an egg: first demonstrating power and then turning the heat right down to simmer. Since things became manageable psychologically, since they are now wary, I have been afforded an opportunity to simply bless them. So this now has a measurable effect. If someone is wholly bent on destroying you and they believe they can get away with it, subtle methods may not work. But, if someone is open to backing off, then they can be encouraged by other methods. That’s my theory. In other words, sometimes what is needed is to go on the offensive, but only as a temporary measure. If it has little or no effect, abandon it; otherwise, you are simply adding to the conflict, not solving it.

Anyway, all of a sudden, as Pluto passed beyond my Moon again (very slowly of course), this fiery passion for war, this feeling of being ‘possessed,’ suddenly vanished into thin air! I could not have continued even if they persisted with the abuse. Fortunately, silence bloomed once again. It may have felt like a kind of death to my neighbours but it sure felt like the return of life to me. Peace has been restored and they have made it clear since then how much they hate me. As long as they do not initiate further psychological violence towards me, who cares? [Retrospective note 2009: I should point out that these experiences have been there as a process of bringing emotional issues from past lives to the surface – slowly, more and more, which is to be expected with Pluto. Finally, I have some tools, energy and divine assistance shifting and releasing what surfaces].

For a few years, I hosted mahjong sessions with the (Chinese) teacher and friends from my tai chi class here once in a while, usually on a Sunday afternoon. I noticed, oddly, that after these sessions, the neighbours would suddenly become very quiet for several weeks again. It is as though they feared ‘revenge attacks’ involving my friends. I can’t think of another explanation. I believe that their premise for behaving selfishly or aggressively is my isolation and independent status. Since social visits to my pad are seldom nowadays, I feel that they regard the situation as an opportunity they can’t resist. The temptation is too much. In their minds, there is nothing to justify holding back. So, they consider me to be in the most defenceless position. I am sure that’s how their minds work. Like, what is he going to do about it? They have demonstrated that they are prepared to involve menacing outsiders in their campaign to harass me. I feel, therefore, that my effective retaliation, while more ruthless than I would prefer it to have been, was necessary in the circumstances. It had to happen.

“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” - Winston Churchill.

Sometime in May, I had started going through my journals and typing up the various entries. By the end of this period of ‘madness,’ I was learning important lessons from my earlier studies as I typed up my journal notes for this series of books. It coincided with me finally concluding that it was vital for me to commit myself to sending them love and light on a daily basis (which perhaps deters the demons feeding on their emotions and stirring them up!). Hence, the Conclusion in Book 1.

It is the middle of September now. There is still the occasional cough and sneeze by Ha Chu and youngest daughter, usually around the same time, as well as some knocking on the wall. I am content to bless them (verbally), however, which has the wonderful effect of shielding me not just from the destructive force being inflicted on me, albeit in a subtle (psychic) way but from any concerns that I might have about them launching a full-scale campaign again (which is perhaps what they are fond of threatening in this way). It is a kind of illusion, but an effective form of self-deception! It enables me to ‘believe,’ to ‘trust,’ in the reply that I give. Whilst, at this level of activity, I am almost completely immune to the negative vibrations, I realise that I would probably be in a pickle should they decide to up the pressure. Moreover, my primary protection at the moment is the fact that I am not being forced to go to bed early in order to get up on time to go to a job. So, this tactic is useful to me at the present time but it is not a universal remedy. Again, I feel that the very fact I have accomplished this stand-off is itself sending a message to the collective consciousness. It is a victory for individuality and for the Light, in truth; and, not in isolation since the imprint will remain in the ethers. [Retrospective note: I have since discovered that a magnetic charge is produced by Indigos, via their intense emotions in response to life experiences, which enters the Earth’s new grid, challenging the status quo and contributing to the creation of a blueprint for a new world].

Tip: Hit them hard and early. Take action to deter the enemy as early as possible before they grow confident. You can’t be too lenient because they think they can get away with it. They have to know that you mean business and what you’re capable of. Make them question their actions and make them feel insecure and uncertain about what they’re doing. It also helps them because they’re not getting started and won’t waste their time and energy on a campaign over several months. They won’t get carried away and then struggle to come to terms with the fact that they’ve lost.

You need to place yourself in a more powerful position that they are in, back them into a corner so that they have no choice but to stop attacking you. And, if you cannot achieve this through psychological dialogue or physical action, you know, it has to be on the battlefield that the attacker is fighting on. Adapt or die in other words!

“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow
brave by reflection. Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.” - Thomas Paine.

"The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion, and the tyranny of the dull mind forever threatens - but our lives are not as limited as we think they are, all things are possible, laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it's love and love alone that really matters." - Tom Robbins.