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Carlos Castaneda: And what can he do to overcome fear?
Don Juan: The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task. When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy…Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity - a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.
- The
Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos
Castaneda (University of
California Press, CA, U.S., 1966).
And, now,
at least in my tiny corner of the universe, all is quiet on the Western Front.
Comparatively, that is…
26 May. Incredible: At 11 p.m., an Asian man
walked past singing loudly. Then, seven minutes later, another Asian man walked
past talking at the top of his voice on a mobile phone. This kind of thing has
become a regular issue around here this year. We have Asian men walking down
the street at night talking on their mobile phones at the tops of their voices,
in their own language, totally oblivious to their effect on the residents they
pass. I find it absolutely astounding!
30 May. There is an old lady and a young
mother with her son staying next-door while Ha Chu and Maltesers are away. A loud
fake cough at 21.12 p.m. from this new person (the younger woman)! Ha Chu’s son
drove off a few seconds later. Actually, I wondered if Maltesers herself was
back. However, this was repeated on 31 may at 1.20 p.m., 5.27 p.m. and again at
21.12 p.m. And, amazingly, again, on 2 June, at 21.20 p.m. Just missed the
21.21 there!
There are things
that go on in our society behind the law’s back and therefore do not receive
the attention or justice they deserve. When I looked online to see if I could
find out what other sitting tenants had to say about their status, for example,
all I found as a bunch of greedy and smarmy landlords complaining that tenants
had more rights than them. They were advising fellow landlords not to go down
the legal route because two months notice can drag on for several months if the
tenant appeals the eviction notice. They provided stories involving baseball
bats and a van containing surly mates and a few dogs along with a 45-minute
notice to leave the building. These were mostly stories from a few years ago, I
believe. When I mentioned this to a friend who used to be in property, however,
he said that the law has really tightened up now and landlords would not get
away with getting heavy in order to force tenants out.
4 June. It is very sunny and hot today.
Proper summer weather! Just as I was starting to practice tai chi, at about
12.15 p.m., the Africans over the back behind the empty house next door to me
put loud music on with their back door open. So I had to stop. I remembered
from last time that if I opted to go up to the fence and shout I could be there
for a while trying and get their attention. I thought of going round and
knocking on their front door but I was so furious I was scared of getting into
a fight. I just can’t face having to confront yet more people over this selfish
behaviour. I really was livid! I went back into the house and paced up and down
and shouted and cursed. From my temper tantrum: I’m sick of these people.
Absolutely sick of them. I just want to kill them. And since I can’t do that I
just have to accept that these selfish bastards have ruined what should be a
wonderful day in this glorious sunshine. It’s unbelievable. Summer weather and
noisy, selfish Africans mean no tai chi for me, no sitting out in the garden,
not even having the goddamn back door open!! I then lied down on the bed and,
in fact, I could still hear the noise, it was that loud. I then said out loud,
‘I hate black people.’ It’s the first time I’ve ever said anything like that! I
mean the noisy ones, of course, no one else. I really needed to do tai chi that
day to sort my fuzzy head out but had to settle for meditation and practice it
later on (the sunshine, in fact, did not last, and all was quiet again after a
couple of hours). I could really feel a cloud of depression around me, waiting
for me to give in to it. It was already hanging over my head owing to other
issues such as the uncertainty about my security where I live and also the fact
that, since my debt with the utility company I use has not been cleared from
two years ago and I could not afford the increased payments they demanded, they
are coming to install a meter next week. It still means that my payments
towards the debt will be higher each month and that, along with the rent
increase that I am already really struggling with, I no longer have enough
money to live on. So, I am very stressed out at the moment! I have been reading
channelled transmissions about the Will of God lately and, when I communed with
Sekhmet during this meditation, she attuned me to the Will of God and I felt my
energy shoot up through the crown of my head up higher than I could fathom to
what I imagine is the 12th dimension. I was gone for two hours
without realising it. Powerful stuff! And it has left me with an impression of
being attuned to God’s will, wanting that, calling upon it and relying on it to
bring out the best in me and my life, and this situation in particular. After
practising tai chi I wrote a note to remind myself how to deal with this in
future:
‘On sunny days, you must practice
tai chi before 11 a.m. And, if you can’t because of the neighbours’ noise,
meditate instead and do tai chi later if possible.’
9 June. The woman next door coughed a few
times during the early afternoon and again around 9 in the evening. They were
all overtly fake, loud and charged with malice. The phone also rang earlier in
the evening and no one spoke at the other end. [Maltesers seemed to have gone
away for a week and another woman, who also has a young child, stayed there.
She remained for a further week or two after Maltesers returned. I realised
later that this other woman who was banging on my wall is the wife of master Ha
Chu’s stupid, loud-mouthed, hostile friend!].
10 June. There was some tapping on the wall
for a few minutes at 1.33 p.m. which then grew louder and louder. Loud fake
coughing at 21.11. Very, very loud and always right next to the wall. Also,
some banging on the wall, but not so loud. This, however, was followed by
knocking on the wall with a solid object. Then, at 11.02 p.m., there was a loud
bang on the wall.
12 June. Lots of deliberate, really loud
tapping and banging on the wall at 12.39 p.m. for five minutes.
13 June. Someone was knocking on wood near
the wall with a solid object at 11.05 p.m. and again ten minutes later, but
quieter. The youngest daughter arrived with a suitcase to stay there today.
14 June. Tapping on the wall with a solid
object at exactly 11 p.m.
17 June. A knock on the wall with a heavy
object at 10.54 p.m.
20 June. Yes, I’m sorry to say that, when
people talk loudly outside my flat in a foreign language, I get so angry that I
have started to say, ‘Go back to your own fucking country!’ At about 6.30 p.m.,
friends of No.32 who have a Toyota vehicle parked next door to me at No.29 were
showing it to potential buyers. I think it’s one of the six-seaters that No.32
fixed. These two men work in car breakdown recovery according to the
advertisement on their car. They were all talking so loudly in the street
outside my flat. I could not focus on my work and, eventually, considered going
out there and shouting at them. Then I decided to play a crazy song for them! I
grabbed my guitar and played it in the loud, echoey hallway. Unfortunately,
they all drove off just as I was on my way there! I then called out, ‘Come back
you bastards’ as I wanted to torture them with my crazy vocals. I enjoyed the
song anyway, however. It is an attack on the Government and their bosses for
bringing this situation about and screwing up the country culturally. Just
yesterday, an American woman asked me what it is about London that people hate
so much. I replied: “Everything. Expensive, ugly, over-crowded (and not by
Europeans). Only OK if you have enough dough.” Alas, this group of Asian men
came back half-an-hour later and No.32 himself joined them. They all stood out
in the rain with brollies having a party in the street outside No.29 until 9
p.m.! In fact, standing outside chatting in the rain appears to be a favourite
pastime of No.32 and his acquaintances. A friend from Bangladesh once told me
that men talking loudly to each other in the street is a show of strength. If
you are seen to speak quietly it shows that you are weak rather than a
sensitive, gentle, intelligent and SANE person! That is to say, savagery and
macho bravado in a patriarchal society rules.
23 June. Some knocking on the wall around
11.30 p.m. Then loud knocking, or tapping, at 00.26 after they heard I was up.
It is like having giant rats living next door! Scratching on the walls with
their claws, trying to find a way in, wishing they could come and shit
everywhere and wreck the joint! That is, rob me of my peace and mind (and heart
of gold)!
A paradox:
Life is death. Death is life. Outer Shouter vs Inner Winner!
"To
live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." -
Oscar Wilde.
27 June. This area really has become a crazy,
fucked-up ghetto. It never used to be anything remotely like this! It has been
very hot for a couple of days now. This evening, I could hear No.32 talking
loudly in the street for up to an hour, until about 10 p.m. Then, after that,
there was a violently loud argument in a house nearby with the windows open. A
young Asian man was shouting hatefully at a woman, presumably his wife. He
drove off just before 11 p.m., I think. At the same time, there were young
children yelling down the road for ages. I went and had a look and they seemed
to be with three adults, standing on the corner of our road. God knows why!
During and after all of this, various Asian men walked by talking at the tops
of their voices. Oh, yeah, when I went outside, that big-mouthed friend of the
Ha Chu son was in the street, getting ready to drive home. He and his new wife
and young child are spending quite a bit of time next door. It looks like Mama
Ha Chu has gone to Pakistan to join her husband. He smiled at me and said
‘hello,’ the two-faced son-of-a-bitch! I just said simply, ‘Idiot!’ which I
didn’t find amusing until half-an-hour later when the street had quietened
down.
I was
telling a friend how this area has changed as a result of ‘lower quality’
Asians moving here from East London and…Asia. She teased me, saying that this
description was suggestive of a product or something. So I tried to explain
that the Asian people who have lived here for decades are generally quiet,
civilised people and own their own house. All the English people have moved
away except for the ‘lower quality’ junkies and the weaker and elderly people who
seemingly got ‘left behind.’ We never even used to have people walking around
late at night, even at the weekends, let alone talking loudly! It’s a huge
contrast! It happens pretty much every night now. People walking around at
11.30, 12 and even 1 a.m. making themselves heard when everyone is defenceless
and unable to do anything about it - it’s fucking incredible, isn’t it!
28 June. Someone next door tapping on my
wall with a hard object at 11.51 p.m.
“Many people believe that they are still experiencing aspects of suffering even when they are acknowledging themselves as becoming enlightened and united with the Creator. There is truth in this as we are not truly free until we surrender to the Creator completely on all levels of your being, surrendering our soul and monad as well.” - Lady Quan Yin (‘Giving Compassion,’ 13 February 2011, www.omna.org).
This is
really all about learning to stop running away from pain and suffering all the
time which only makes matters worse because one is identifying with fear and
illusion, giving energy and life to them. And they chase you! The only
‘solution,’ really, is to raise one’s vibration in order to be on top of the
situation energetically, particularly as the frequencies on Earth continue to
increase.
“When
we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change
ourselves.” - Viktor Frankl.
“The fates
guide him who will; him who won’t, they drag.” -
“I can’t
change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my
destination.” – Jimmy Dean.
“A man’s
errors are his portals of discovery.” – James Joyce.
“Part of
the journey, then, of The Way of
Transformation is learning to transform your
lived
experience, so that you enjoy it more and more, are attached to it less and
less, and fear it not at all. There are many in your world who would yet
perceive spirituality as a way to get out of the place in which they find
themselves, not understanding that they can be nowhere save than in their own
mind. And as long as there is a desire to get out of where they are, they will
remain stuck within it, because only love can heal. Therefore, the way of
healing, which is The Way of
Transformation, requires that you turn back to look at your creations, to
look back into your own mind and to bring Love to whatever is arising, out of
the desire to be the presence of Christ.” – Jeshua (channelled through Jayem, The Way of Mastery, p.244, www.wayofmastery.com).
You must
realise that you have to have a strong mind to move through the tunnel of
darkness. My experience has resembled a ghost train moving around slowly on the
tracks never knowing what ghastly surprise awaits even if the monsters never
get as far as physical contact. My neighbours are there in the walls reaching
out to grab my spirit, bury me under a mountain of fear. They drop down from
the ceiling like gigantic spiders with long sharp teeth and swing around me
with sinister zeal and the smile of a professional hit man during happy hour.
But it is my mind they are going for! They are incapable of seeing anyone who
is so different from themselves. They do not see that they are dealing with an
alien who does not share their weaknesses and has grown from strength to
strength. And, that knowledge I obtained right at the beginning of my studies
in Monsterology when I discovered that one need not react even in thought. And
then, later, the rule that ‘nothing is personal.’ They just can’t figure it
out. How can a poor, sensitive guy like me, who lives alone, possibly have
survived all these ordeals and not have moved away? Haven’t I had enough? Well,
yes, but this is where I am and I have been offered so many seemingly subtle
but very wise gifts, such as the necessity to accept where you are, appreciate
and own it, the power of breath, the guidance that is available from within
and, ultimately, the importance of feeling in the heart. Humans fear death when
those on the other side rejoice at the return of the loved one to the peace and
contentment of the inner planes. And humans begrudge their suffering when, in
the worlds beyond, they celebrate this time of Ascension and see us all
releasing so much density that we have been holding on to for far too long.
When we are ill, physically or mentally, or when our lives are tragic and
fraught with challenges, all that is really occurring is that energies that
have been heavy and stuck in our emotional, and perhaps lower mental, bodies
has been loosened by the Light and is breaking up into tangible experiences.
Toxins are surfacing and being released. It’s like we are being poisoned from
within but we are being cleansed from within. It’s just that we could not see
the poison until it manifested in these external, physical and material ways.
“Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.” - Author Unknown.
If you ask
me, this is generally ‘girls’ stuff.’ It has no effect on a male warrior spirit
like mine until it reaches a certain pressure, volume or frequency (and on two
or three sides simultaneously!). When I say that, I do not mean to suggest that
females are the weaker sex. Far from it! And, also, of course, men are wont to
shrug these kinds of assaults off because they do not fully acknowledge that
they can be hurt beyond their physical egos and English people are also
programmed to put up with a lot of things - stiff upper lip and all that. I
simply mean that this susceptibility to judging oneself according to others’
approval (and spite) is more prevalent in the weaker types of female as well as
those Asian peoples who have not ventured from emotional dependency towards
individuality and self-containment as yet (and are, potentially, benefitting
from Western agitation and flurry in this respect). Just as the weaker types of
male act and react before they think and are, likewise, at the mercy of their
emotions. In both instances, there is an automatic and unconscious response
which is a quality associated astrologically with the Moon (hence, the word,
‘lunacy’!). Our emotions are, however, the window to our soul and, if they flow
freely and naturally, and if we remain calm and relaxed, open and unfettered,
we feel whole, as the infinite river of universal consciousness itself. ‘Still
waters run deep,’ as they say. They can guide us to discover and centre
ourselves in the Sun which represents the true Self. Once our emotions reflect
that higher state of Being, we learn to take care of what we are thinking and
feeling so that we do not lose the precious pearl of soul perfection again, but
continue to enjoy and deepen our experience of joy and peace, love and passion.
When they
say that we have a choice regarding how we respond to the circumstances in our
lives, I would say that this is true but only up to a point – beyond which it
becomes utter bullshit! Depression, anxiety attacks and so forth occur because one
does not possess the inner or outer resources to cope with negative
circumstances (which, whether they involve people or not, are often made worse
by those egocentric people around us (usually karmic family and partners) who,
far from offering us the support we need, only succeed in making matters worse.
It is not my personal survival per se that I worry about. It’s my work that is
under threat and which I would lose if I could not survive or have sufficient
space to continue. I do not have enough space where I live as it is.
“All
healers have had difficult lives, it is meant to be that way so that you can
understand yourselves, so that you have to work through many, many issues and
so that you can understand everybody else. What you’ve healed within yourself
you will be able to heal quite easily in others, the more and more that you do
it, the more and more clear and complete you will become…We have always said in
these channellings for many, many years now, that love is the only way…those of
you that listen to these channellings have a job to do, and you have to be
capable to be in the centre of the storm and holding your space, and knowing
that you get from one side of the vale to the other without problems. The new
world is coming dear ones, the old governments will go. The old way of living
on this planet will go and once you achieve the goal of Christ consciousness,
safe passage is assured.” - Kryon (channelled through David Brown,
‘Take Your Inner Work Seriously,’ 14 February 2011, www.kryon.org.za/ChannellingNo498.htm).
My path has
been documented in part in the toughest area of my growth. Illness and
financial hardship have played a big part in presenting me with gifts through
trials while all of this was going on. They just weren’t the focus of my
journals so I have not discussed them. These other areas are, I’m sure, more
widely documented in the media. I doubt if would have much that is new to add.
As I look back at the trials and tribulations involving my neighbours, it looks
rather like a labyrinth (or minefield) through which I have had to negotiate my
way. I am near the end now, finally finding my way out. The programme is fading
and the projections have terminated. There is less attachment and reaction and
more love, forgiveness, joy, humour and understanding. In other words, less
darkness and more Light. My relationship to my circumstances is lighter. I am
more focused on things that bring me joy and fulfilment as well as being more
connected to the Source and having more faith in the future in spite of having
had a terrible year. Not only that, of course, but I have also blazed a trail
through this cultural quagmire into which I was thrown, slowly sinking and then
slowly crawling out of the quicksand (with a little help from my invisible friends).
On a higher
level, I am sure I must be benefiting hugely from rediscovering each stage of
‘Ascension,’ or self-empowerment, between having no power to remembering who I
AM in all my glory as a spiritual warrior. I think perhaps that this was the adventure,
or examination, I chose for the cycle of earthly incarnations I created for
myself. And that would suggest that my life on Earth this time around is, in
fact, a mirror of al lives condensed into a single lifetime. I believe this is
happening with all of us both individually and collectively because of the
spiral towards ‘no time.’ History is repeating itself more quickly and this
enables us to join the dots and add greater awareness into the mix.
2 July. The Sun came out at 11 a.m. so I
went out to do tai chi at 11.15 and within literally two minutes the Jamaicans
behind me – the woman, according to her husband – was playing very loud dance
music with the back door open, literally ‘confiscating’ the whole area. It is
an act of theft, hogging or literally stealing everyone’s physical space and
peace of mind. Consequently, I was forced to delay until I was ‘allowed’ to
spend time in my own garden! As far as I am concerned, that is totally evil.
14 July. ‘Someone’ threw some boiled fish and
a large green chilli pepper into an empty dustbin that belongs to this house.
It stunk to high heaven in the warm weather and it sits right near the pavement
so everyone could smell it as they walk by! Basically, I have had enough of
keeping this record now but there are a few complications I ought to explain,
at least briefly. Since the landlord failed to force me out, the house is being
sold with me in it as a sitting tenant or whatever. An estate agent and
property company (which has bought the house dirt cheap) appear to be working
together to profit from the situation. They have been bringing people round to
see the house. As many as fifty potential buyers, mostly Asian. These people
all stand around in the street – in the middle of the road even! – talking at the
tops of their voices with zero respect for my privacy. The guy at No.32
overheard a conversation and must surely have passed the information on to the
Ha Chus. So they know what’s going on and I believe that they put the fish
there (it was a few days later). God knows why really but these are such
backward-thinking people! I suppose it’s to make me look bad. I mean, you’d
have thought they’d be happy that change is in the air, that someone is buying
the property and I may be moving on! Interfering with the process in any way,
shape or form, just seems absurd to me. [I also found two black bin liners
half-filled with rubbish that had been dumped - hidden from view - in the front
garden a couple of weeks later]. Anyway, I used the hose to clean the bin.
Ha Chu and
his wife (or wife no.1) returned from Pakistan at the end of July. The family
kept me up late a couple of nights running and that was that. I could not allow
them to think they can afford to start taking the piss. Besides, the first day
kicked off with fake coughing and the next day’s entertainment was followed by
Maltesers or another woman coughing loudly for a while around 2 a.m. or
something. I have been closing the window and playing loudish music in the
evenings again and then, when I turn it off around 11, Maltesers does her fake
coughing routine and banging on the wall, although it tends to be around
midnight.
“’What’s
‘reversed specialness’?’
Weren’t you listening? Reversed
specialness is how you become ‘special’ when you are not special.
‘Is there any special trick to
it?’
Sure there’s a trick to every
game the ego plays. If you are not special you can’t cause trouble like the
‘quite important’ people do. You don’t have the authority or power to disrupt
the system. So the alternative to trouble is noise. If you create a big enough
noise people will notice you. You’ll be observed and you’ll become a particle
and therefore special.
‘That’s it…noise? You can become
a particle just through noise? Amazing. Doesn’t that build a society of professional
victims and make everyone else feel less special because of all the negative
waves about the plight of the ‘not so special’ people?’”
- Stuart Wilde (Whispering Winds of Change. Perceptions of a
New World, Hay House, Inc., Carlsbad, CA.,
U.S., 1993, p.170).
Dogs by Elliott Erwitt, master of the decisive moment
2 August. Frankly, I’m really sick of this
town now. Too many loud foreign voices in the street, everywhere I go, and
particularly the young Asian men walking down the street outside my flat around
midnight. They even park up outside for a midnight chat. It’s too much. It is
summer and my widows are open which makes it worse. I simply do not understand
how people can be so incredibly thoughtless. And I doubt if they’re even drunk
or anything! Just pure ignorance and selfishness. Judging from some of my
encounters in India, they lack self-awareness and do not think for themselves,
period. As I have stated previously, when people are loud, I interpret their
behaviour as an act of aggression. No doubt, it is a reflection of the way they
treat themselves first and foremost. They do not give themselves enough loving
attention and they are not fulfilling their own potential. Consequently, they
lack inner confidence and self-esteem.
But, then,
I don’t like dogs barking either so perhaps it is just animal excitability. If
I am on a crowded train, however – like the ‘crazy train’ which runs from where
I live into London – and there is one person listening to loud music through
headphones, I find it hard not to regard them as the most selfish people on the
planet, even if it is simply ignorance or neither they nor their parents form a
foreign land are genetically coded to respect or appreciate their own space or
that of others.
“All noise
is waste. So cultivate quietness in your speech, in your thoughts, in your
emotions. Speak habitually low. Wait for attention and then your low words will
be charged with dynamite.” - Elbert Hubbard.
A local
acquaintance whose family have always lived in this area recently reminded me
that there is more violence, domestic violence, suicide, nervous breakdown,
divorce and so forth in cities than in the countryside which can all be
attributed to higher noise levels which, in turn, are due to overcrowding.
It has to
be said: when you are a radical minority in an area of the country in which you
were born and people talk in Asian and Middle Eastern and Eastern European
languages, or whatever, ten times louder than your own people, your own
kinsmen, speak to each other in public, it is not just the annoying invasion of
your mental space. It feels like an assault in the form of an intimidating
reminder that you have been invaded with or without being conquered physically
first. In fact, Britain was one of the first nations to be controlled, crushed
and oppressed by the Illuminati so they determine the demographic conditions in
accordance with their own conspiracy to keep people down, to exploit and divide
them.
In fact,
this situation now reminds me that someone told me I was a member of the Iceni
tribe in Norfolk towards the end and rebelled against the Roman invaders who
had taken over. I was killed at an early age fighting them. I had met a wealthy
old man (upper class or upper middle, I suppose) in Norfolk who had quite a
passion for World War II (and, I heard, was a bit of a bully). I went along
with the conversation since there did not seem any way to change the subject.
Towards the end, I remember him smiling after we subtly agreed to disagree. It
was a poignant moment which I felt more than acknowledged mentally. However, it
then made sense when I was informed that he had been one of the Romans with
authority during my Iceni life. I have no idea if any of this is true but it
certainly would make sense if we had met for those brief few hours to put our
differences aside and make our peace. I include this anecdote because, if this
IS the case, then perhaps this aspect of my experience living here over the
past couple of years represents an opportunity to resolve that karma and clear
the negative emotions from that lifetime.
7 August. Sunday. Loud Muslim prayer chanting
on someone’s stereo down the end of the road from 7.30 p.m. till 8.10. Muslims
are taking over this area! I closed the window but it didn’t help much. I had
to some music on. A number of men made their way there on foot and in car (up
to 8.30). Most, but not all, were wearing their mosque kit so I hope this is
not a new makeshift mosque. Let me rephrase that: I hope this is not going to
be a regular occurrence. It’s a house on a corner that used to be owned by an
older English guy and his wife. It had a large yard which he used when he
worked as a mechanic. The Asian family who purchased it built an extension on
the side, up to the pavement. Oh yeah, these are the people I mentioned
previously: I was going to threaten to call the council if they didn’t turn
their music down while they were building the wall and side entrance at the
back. The guy who owns the property also shouts rather than talks as he walks
past my flat. And he always wears a deep pink fez cap as do his very young
sons! I think he is probably from Bangladesh.
8 August. Monday. A friend who lives in North
London reports that there were victims of violence near to her house today and
that teenage gangsters destroyed ‘everything’ and made a mess and that the
shops had to close. She said there was a lot of noise: sirens and helicopters,
etc. But things had quietened down by nightfall.
9 August. There was rioting over the weekend
as well apparently. It is possible that the Muslims gathered down the road for
prayers regarding the mayhem. “Violence broke out on Saturday evening following
a protest against the fatal shooting of 29-year-old Mark Duggan” by a policeman
who said he “feared his life was in danger from a lethal weapon.” According to
West Indian writer and broadcaster, Darcus Howe (presenter of the current affairs programme, Devil's Advocate),
Duggan was shot in the face: the cop ‘blew his head off.’ I have a friend who
knew Duggan. He was a raver, he told me. So many people knew him.
A protest
was organised by friends and relatives of Duggan to demand justice for the
family but they were unable to get a senior local police officer come out to
speak to them so they waited outside Tottenham police station for hours.
Violence is said to have finally broke out around 8.30 in the evening after
police were confronted by a black girl aged 16. She was ‘demanding answers,’
telling police to talk to them and possibly threw a stone at them. There are
eyewitness reports that she was attacked with batons and riot shields. A small
group of black guys told police to leave her alone, reminding them that she was
young. They went over to help her and her friend dragged her away. The ensuing
violence is said to have been sparked by this incident. “In some ways,” writes
Paul Lewis of The Guardian, “the
truth about the alleged incident involving the 16-year-old did not matter; the
rumour that police had attacked a girl was incendiary enough.”
New Cross Action Committee chairman John Le Rose with committee member Darcus Howe outside County Hall, 1981
The rioting
in the Tottenham area left several small business premises severely damaged or
burnt down. Homes were also damaged and cash machines were pulled out of walls.
Thugs ransacked Tottenham. Youths have been roaming around intent on theft and
destruction. “They are about violence, and greed and power, and taking what you
can’t afford because in some way, deep down, you think you deserve it.” Other
areas of London where rioting has occurred include Camden, Notting Hill,
Colliers Wood, Bethnal Green, Ealing, Seven Sisters, Hackney, Kilburn, Croydon and Catford.
There was looting in Wood Green on Sunday morning and many shops have closed
down across London. A gang blocked a road in Seven Sisters making it “extremely
dangerous for any police to go near it” (two fortified police vans fled).
Police were also chased away from parts of Hackney and Pembury. “What began as a march led to petrol
bombs, fireworks and other missiles being thrown with police cars, a bus, homes
and businesses set on fire. Several retailers have also been looted.”
Someone
reported: “I feel furious that people are looting and burning small shops as
well as big ones with flats above them; that they are looting and dressing it
up as a riot against oppression; that the police let the first looters rampage
unchallenged and triggered all of this. I'm sickened and appalled that it's
come to this in this country.” The local supermarket closed early as did
several other shops. A couple have been boarded up. The violence has spread to Birmingham. Hundreds
of young people took to the streets in causing damage to shop fronts, looting.
There were 87 arrests.
Dustbins were set on fire, riot police everywhere, dogs barking
in Bristol. The violence has spread to
Liverpool and the Chapeltown area
of Leeds where police were called after a man was shot and suffered facial
injuries. “Up to 100 youths, some wearing masks, gathered in the area which has
seen street violence in the past.” A friend told me she saw a ‘Statement of the
Capitalist Greed’ repeated by one of the rioters: "We will loot until we
are caught." She quoted Bob Marley: "It's a disgrace to see the human
race in a rat race..." The capitalist system impregnates people with greed
and envy when it fucks them over, I responded.
“Until
artificial gold appears in the market, pure gold shines. As soon as the
artificial gold appears in the market, nobody knows which is pure gold, and
which is artificial.” - Buddha.
What I'm
seeing is a lot of savages and criminals with no self-respect or regard for
others because that's how the Shitstem treats them. They just want any excuse
to vent their rage and run wild because the government has kept them ignorant
about the meaning of life and how to be content, always oppressing and seeking
to enslave further. They find it empowering emotionally. The pressure of living
in these overcrowded cities is too much. And the tension collectively is on the
surface now and those with no self-love or self-discipline simply launch into
action thoughtlessly in reaction to it. Just like missiles! I could feel it in
the town where I live. I let some of that anger come through and out of me.
Weird feeling! I told someone else: “I could feel the tension though. It's on
the surface and selfish criminal types go with it and feel empowered. When
there are enough of them they gather momentum and violence shuts out their
conscience so they can behave worse than animals. Just symptoms that even an
oppressive regime can't save the old world now. The capitalist system is dead
and this will continue until governments accept regime change and get out of
the way.”
Darcus Howe
talked to BBC News from Croydon, standing at the scene of damaged shops. “I
call it an insurrection of the masses of the people,” he said. “It is happening
in Syria. It is happening in Clapham. It is happening in Liverpool. It is
happening in…Trinidad. And that is the nature of the historical moment.” The
presenter looked at her notes and said, “You’re not a stranger to riots
yourself, I understand, are you? You have taken part in them yourself.” Mr.
Howe replied angrily, “I have never taken part in a single riot. I’ve been on
demonstrations that ended up in a conflict. And have some respect for an old
West Indian negro and stop accusing me of being a rioter because I don’t want
to get abusive. Just so idiot! Have some respect. I have grandchildren.” I
found this video clip on the Rabbit Hole News blog on cosmicgnostic.com. Cosmic
Gnostic have added a note beneath it: “Notice how disrespectful the corporate
news scum talks to this man. Pure shit!”
As far as I know there was only one victim in my area. An Asian jewellers round the corner from where I live had their window and door smashed in. But I saw some young black people hanging around looking for trouble ('glory') and really wanting something to kick off but they needed more people to create momentum and to hide them from their own conscience. And some other people were excited, hoping something would explode as though for entertainment, whether participating or observing. But, as I kept saying with a bewildered look on my face, 'This place is full of Asians!' It's those thuggish types of blacks and white people (but also some young Asian men) who are responsible for the violence and destruction, people who don't really care about anyone but themselves. Destruction is part of transformation but on this level it is not revolution. The revolution is real but it's a quiet, inner revolution. People challenging the status quo by expressing and living alternative truths. We are also going beyond that, participating in the creation of the new one, sowing seeds. We don't even need to pay any attention to the old skin the world snake is shedding, just bring out these vibrant new colours and wondrous patterns within us.
The Prime
Minister, David Cameron, is on holiday. A friend reminds us: there goes the
republic (Queen's house), there goes the neighbourhood (local pub
conversation). The trouble is, corporations declared war on the people,
conquered and ruled, but all we get to see of them is their glossy storefronts.
So people are attacking and robbing shops believing they are taking back what
they lost but through satnavs not their own dignity, peace and sanity! A friend
reminded me that this is a transmutation of repressed energy, energy that has
not found a productive way to be channelled intelligently (due to oppression).
Max Keiser
has this to say about the London riots:
“Well,
David Cameron has to decide whether he’s going to allow plundering in the City
of London to finance his economic growth – George Osborne has to make that
decision – or whether he’s going to outlaw plundering in the City of London and
therefore outlaw plundering in the rest of society. You can’t have both David
Cameron. You can’t allow plundering in the City of London and then outlaw it I
the ghetto that you created from the City of London plundering. So, what’s the
phrase you see online a lot? Er, S.T.F.U. – S.T.F.U. David Cameron because
you’re completely off base here. You are a total product of an elitist school
of banking schmucks.”
“A lack of
proper parenting, a lack of proper upbringing, a lack of proper ethics, a lack
of proper morals, is what we need to change.” – David Cameron speaking on the
cause of the 2011 riots in England.
Stuart Wilde
commented on his Facebook page (9 August), “It is opportunistic thieving but it
is symptomatic of what is coming next. The breakdown of order…I love London but
this place is too toxic for any kind long term future.”
More from
Max Keiser:
“Yeah, this
high-frequency trading and this £300million project – I mean high-frequency
trading is looting. OK. Now, this is what I don’t understand about Cameron in
the UK. He castigates the looters and the rioters but all they’re doing is
emulating J.P. Morgan bankers. They’re
looting. This is a high-frequency trade looting. And they’re getting the
government, they’re getting thee people who are looting, you know, sticks of
juicy fruit on the street because they’re having their money stolen to pay for
high frequency trading looting. Of course
they’re going to be looting! Of course you invited this into your own homes
– because you support looters at the banks of City of London. And that new
initiative to financial oppression. They’re killing people!”
'Lions Hugs' by Nathan Schepker on Fivehundredpx
Meanwhile,
back in the nuthouse: I had to sneeze a couple of times yesterday and today. It’s
not hayfever but I am more prone to sneezing in the Summer months these days. So,
now Ha Chu is back to doing his fake sneezes! Once in the afternoon and again
at 12.25 a.m., 15 minutes after my CD finished. I had to put some music on
(quietly) because, even with the windows closed, the half-a-dozen Turkish
youths outside in the street a couple of doors down was starting to drive me
mad. Irritating to say the least. I went up to the wall and shouted,
‘Shithead!’
“The
surface of the sun is erupting with sun-storms and solar flares,” writes
‘Naiaweb (‘How Recent Solar Flares Are Affecting Us,’ 18 June 2011). Very strong solar flares at the
moment (since 2 August).There was a
‘large prominence today,’ a friend tells me!
“Some
people fear that the Illuminati will take advantage of the problems you are
experiencing, to bring in World Government. That has always been their
ambition, but they no longer command the power to do so, and it is the Light
that will reveal the answers that will restore hope for the future. As most of
you can see, all around you the unrest and anger is escalating, and will not
subside until the root causes are addressed. Our plan is the only one that will
restore people’s faith and show that a quantum leap forward is possible. We ask
only that you hold your vision of a new order, and paradigm that will solve the
present problems. All that is happening has been foreseen for many years, as
the dark Ones planned your demise and the collapse of your society. For karmic
reasons it has had to run its course, but now the time has arrived for a stop
to be put to the continuing destruction and inevitable demise of your
civilisation.
The
battle between the dark and Light has reached its end, and although the Light
has become the dominant force for good, it now needs to be seen to take over
responsibility for the Earth. That is in the process of happening and it pushes
Disclosure nearer to being announced. It is therefore more important that you
hold fast to your focus on the future, and do not weaken in the face of the
increasing turmoil and break up of law and order. The cleansing, which is
already taking place, does bring to the surface the negative thought forms that
have fuelled the unrest. This way they can be dissipated and transmuted and allow
the Light to come in. For our part we beam the higher vibrations to Earth to
strengthen the Light that is now growing faster than ever. So do not be misled
by the outer signs of upheaval and change, as you will see that in the long run
it is to ensure the right outcome.”
- SaLuSa (channelled through Mike Quinsey,
10 August 2011, www.gfbymikequinsey.blogspot.com).
10 August. Immediately after my music (which
was quite loud for a while) stopped at 11.20 p.m. the family next door made
such a lot of noise I thought I was going to have to wear ear plugs to get to
sleep. The son was there with his own small boy. They left at 11.45 p.m.,
however. I believe they planned to do that all along not realising that I was
going to retaliate for last night and play my music loud. I’m really not in a
tolerant mood at all. I want all this shit to stop!
11 August. I was becoming irritated again from
music being played by the builders over the road at No.30 and eventually went
outside, first to listen, and then to go and knock. Well, when I went outside I
found that it was quiet! One of the builders happened to come outside while I
was there and I explained to him that, although their music was not turned up
loud, nevertheless it was reaching me and creating tension. I asked him if it
was Asian music because every couple of minutes I could hear certain tones
going right through me as opposed to a continuous sound. He smiled and told me
it was Sikh prayers they were playing on a CD player up there. I said, ‘Ah, so
it’s not music at all then! That’s why.’ He said he would turn it down a bit
but it was only for half-an-hour to an hour each morning and afternoon. Yeah,
like, not long after I have woken up! That’s not helpful for putting me in a
good mood for the day!
I no longer
have a television and I avoid the news so I have no idea if the looting is
continuing but a friend's workplace was closed down today so I guess it is.
Centuries of repressed fear, anger and frustration are surfacing through the
more criminal, selfish and violent people in our cities who are out for what
they can get.
“Why
am I surprised that these young people behave destructively, ‘mindlessly,’
motivated only by self-interest? How should we describe the actions of the city
bankers who brought our economy to its knees in 2010? Altruistic? Mindful?
Kind? But, then again, they do wear suits, so they deserve to be bailed out.
Perhaps that’s why not one of them has been imprisoned. And they got away with
a lot more than a few fucking pairs of trainers. These
young people have no sense of community because they haven't been given one.
They have no stake in society because Cameron's mentor Margaret Thatcher told
us there's no such thing. If we don’t want out young people to tear apart our
communities then don’t let people in power tear apart the values that hold our
communities together.” – Russell Brand ('Big Brother Isn't Watching You,’ The Guardian, 11 August 2011,
www.theguardian.com/uk/2011/aug/11/london-riots-davidcameron).
“Rioting
and large scale destruction in London and other cities in England is likely to
spread as deep-seated anger and discouragement about conditions that are making
the poor poorer so the rich can become richer. While looting and burning
doesn't touch the root of the problem, without the means to take necessary
corrective measures, the participants are using available methods to express
desperate feelings about their lives and future.
It
is that same desperation that led to the fierce battles in countries where
dynastic or despotic regimes have long oppressed the peoples. The difference
is, the freedom fighters have a semblance of organisation, weapons, and
official recognition from some other countries; and they are willing to give
their lives to change intolerable conditions they no longer can abide.”
–
Matthew (channelled through Suzanne Ward, 11 August 2011,
www.matthewbooks.com/mm/anmviewer.asp?a=138&z=2).
“Keep the
circus going inside you, keep it going, don’t take anything too seriously,
it’ll all work out in the end.“ - David Niven.
“The
world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.” -
Horace Walpole (1717 - 1797).
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