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Talking about bleedin' stupid!

2006-01-31T11:51:00.000Z

1. Politically correct is being taken to the limits these days. Just recently I read in the paper that some British Town Councils are scrapping the word marriage because they don't want to offend their gay constituents. Why? Especially now that gay marriages have been legalised? 2. Some city councils are going to introduce 'soft pastel coloured lighting' outside late night bars. (Why?) This follows a study (unbelievable to see what they spend their money on!) aimed at alcohol induced agression. Did they for one moment not think that its the alcohol that induce the agression in the first place and not the strong white lights outside the pubs?

The importance of a good handbag...

2006-01-30T16:20:00.000Z

Just like shoes, a stunning handbag is the essential part of every women's wardrobe. For every outfit, you must have matching shoes and therefore also a matching handbag. Men will never understand the importance of a handbag and what it does for the female psyche. We live in the 21st century and we have moved away from our Victorian approach to certain things, but one thing will remain the same and that is a man's fear of a women's handbag. For them to enter the sacred sanctuary is like stepping onto the surface of the moon. To boldly go, where no man has gone before! Men can have carnal knowledge of a women, but ask them to grab something from your handbag and they turn a sickly white, they take the handbag as if it carries a serious infectious disease and tell you to look for it yourself. Why? I can't understand this because my handbag only holds a few necessities i.e.: purse, newspaper, gloves, three sets of lipstick, perfume, toothbrush, toothpaste, diary, mobile phone, the ever trusting tin of zambuck, pain killers, Adrian Mole - the cuppucino years, an apple (or banana, depending on the fruit of the day), pens, 60 quid (which should be in my purse), business cards, nicorettes, painkillers, house keys, my winning lotto tickets (don't get exited I only won £13.60), face cream, hand cream, concealer stick and a bottle opener (you never know when you might need one!). No boogeymen, no panties or bras or any other embarrassing items. So why, if my handbag holds only a few mundane things, are men so afraid of diving into it? Guys I really would like some input!

Desiderata

2005-09-23T09:28:00.000+01:00

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Ek wonder

2005-09-08T12:21:00.000+01:00

Ek wonder - vir Joshua - Ek wonder oor die glinsterende oggend dou, ek wonder oor twee oë so hemelblou gevlek met smart en pyn so grou. Ek wonder oor die dag wat breek, ek wonder wat jy in jou hart weg steek jarelange se worstelende leed. Ek wonder oor elke nuwe dag, ek wonder wat jou weer soos 'n kind sal laat lag is dit nie waarna jy in jou stil eensaamheid smag?

Onthou jy nog...

2005-09-08T12:20:00.000+01:00

Onthou jy nog... - vir Juan - Onthou jy? Ja, onthou jy nog daardie dae toe ons twee kinders was? Son, saffier – eindelose plesier? Helder somer-sonskyn dae, vasgevang op note tussen my en jou. Wolkelose sterbelaaide nagte, jy in rooi en ek in in blou. Dit is hoe ek ons twee sal onthou. Op tempels vol drome het ek en jy saam, lugkastele van kleure gebou. In 'n see van geluk, het die storms van ons emosies, ons weer tot werklikheid geruk.

Akkerboom-my-siel-se-vriend

2005-09-08T12:18:00.001+01:00

Akkeboom-my-siel-se-vriend - vir Slo - Ek het 'n vriend, hy is 'n groot ou akkerboom. Onder sy takke, daar lê ongesiend, sy eensaam gedagtes, netjies toegesoom. Vriend, my akkerboom - vir jou is daar ook 'n toekomsdroom. Ek kuier gereeld, tussen jou wortels en blaremat. Jy skets vir my 'n lewensbeeld, van sielsvrede, jou enigste kosbaar skat. Akkerboom, sielsgenoot van my - jy is laggend en nou vir altyd vry van 'n eensaam lewensnoot!

Kruisiging

2005-09-08T12:14:00.000+01:00

Kruisiging Soos doringdraad dra ek my kruis, my hart se ballingskap. Jare van smart, nou net littekens soos gletsers van woestyn op my hart. Pyn, verwoestend in my hart, vloei lawakokend deur my are Wat in die beker van geluk vredesvure weer laat brand.

Privvy Heaven

2005-08-24T09:58:00.000+01:00

If ever there was a heaven for toilets, or rather if toilets were a heaven in itself, then the Hundertwasser Public Toilets in Kawakawa in New Zealand would be the Valhalla of all toilets! Hundertwasser was born in Vienna in 1928 as Friedrich Stowasser and had a celebrated career as an artist cum architect cum philospher. A modern day Renaissance man. During the last years of his life he moved to New Zealand and designed the famous public toilets in Kawakawa before his death in 1999. The toilets in itself is such a tourist attraction and the town now fears the destruction of this magnificent piece of art and architecture. Hundertwasser was a magnificent artist, but when it came to building proper toilet facilities he knew nothing. According to public services in Kawakawa the sanitation is poor and urine and disinfectants form pools due to bad drainage. Some of Hundertwasser's views on art ------ Art must meet man's and nature's pace. Art must respect nature and the laws of nature. Art must respect man and man's inspiration for true and durable values. Art must again be a bridge between the creativity of nature and the creativity of man. Art must regain its universal function for all and not be just a fashionable business for insiders. Art must free itself from the ties of guided intellectual tutorhip. Art should not suffer speculation and cultural industrialisation. Art should not endure dogmatic enslavement through negative theories. Art must have a purpose. Art must create lasting values. The courage to strive for beauty in harmony with nature.

10 points for the South African Police force

2005-08-23T09:41:00.000+01:00

I recently read in a London Newspaper about the South African Police force and their creative idea of catching criminals. They recently masterminded a sting operation where 'the most wanted' criminals in Kimberley were captured. Invitations to a party was sent out to the last known addresses of felons. The gullible criminals was rounded up nicely at a party organised specially for the purpose of arresting them. Ten points go out to the SA Police force for creativity!

Curiosity...

2005-08-12T09:27:00.000+01:00

They say that curiosity killed the cat...in my case it didn't kill the cat but fuelled a deeper interest! A new television series, Lost started here on Wednesday. After watching two episodes I was hooked and yesterday spent most of the day checking out the website and reading the next 24 episodes. I was pleased to find out that my initial thoughts on the weird happenings on the island rings true. The plot thickens though and I can't wait to read what's going to happen next. With series like these and especially reality shows like Survivor the temptation is always big to go and see what happens next. Luckily, the series boasts a bit of eye candy and I'll be glued to my seat for the next 24 weeks even though I know what is going to happen.

Sensory Deprivation Tanks

2005-08-03T09:26:00.000+01:00

Sensory deprivation tanks were first introduced in 1953 after scientists posed a question about what would happen if you remove the stimulation of the outside world. Two distinct 'schools' existed - Scientists influenced by the "behaviourist" school, thought of the brain as an organ that reacts to stimuli. They predicted that if all outside stimuli were cut off, the brain would cease its activity resulting in a condition resembling coma, or dreamless sleep. The opposite and second school argued that in a state of profound isolation from stimuli and interaction with the world, the brain would continue operating and generating experiences. Dr. John Lilly tested these hypotheses with experiments he set up. He limited stimulation to the minimum possible level while removing sources of discomfort and stress. The principal discovery of the tank was that somewhere, within the brain, was a mechanism capable of generating internal experiences completely independent of the outside world, and this settled the issue of what happens in profound physical isolation. The mind does not pass into unconsciousness; the brain does not shut down. Instead, it constructs experience out of stored impressions and memories. The isolated mind becomes highly active and creative. These findings were published by Dr. Lilly 1956, 1957, and 1958. The tank has two major uses. Firstly it’s for the individual who is satisfied with and thoroughly tied into modal Western concepts about the relationship between the individual and the external world: that is, for whom the external world is the only reality, and for whom the internal world of imagery and fantasy is perceived as something unreal. Secondly it’s used by another group of people who do not clearly distinct between external circumstances and internal processes. They perceive both sets of phenomena as partaking of the quality of realness. These people may be interested in self-analysis, meditation, transcendental experiences, and altered states of consciousness. For them, the isolation environment is useful because it minimizes interactions with the external reality and allows the internal domain to be more fully explored. Floating is a method of attaining the deepest relaxation one can experience. In the gravity free environment the body balances and heals internally as all the senses are rested. Research shows that floating measurably reduces bloody pressure and heart rate whilst lowering the levels of stress related chemicals in the body. Old injuries and aches, (especially backache) experience relief as floating helps blood circulation. Flotation therapy is used widely in the treatment of stress, anxiety, jet lag and to improve concentration and creativity. One hour of floating has the restorative effects of 4 hours of sleep! During a float, you produce slower brain-waves patterns, known as theta waves. This is usually accompanied by vivid imagery, very clear, creative thoughts, sudden insights and inspirations or feelings of profound peace and joy, induced by the release of endorphins. Because of these effects, floating is used effectively in the treatment of depression and addictions, including smoking and alcohol. It is also used in schools and universities as tools for Super Learning.

Dreamspace

2005-08-02T09:48:00.000+01:00

This week end we experienced art in a very unique manner. When we walked out of the sculpure more than an hour later we were at peace and extremely relaxed. A very therapeutic experience and I recommend it highly! 'DREAMSPACE is the latest stage of a continuously evolving Public artwork by Maurice Agis. The fourth piece of its series is the result of a process linked by the use of a specific language centred on the exploration of space, colour, sound and movement that relates all the elements to the presence of human beings. It is a temporary construction of very thin translucent PVC sheets, configured by 115 identical ovoid coloured cells (blue/green/yellow/red and grey). The colours relate numerically in many combinations, the natural light illuminates the space creating a constantly changing mixture of colours. The different units are interconnected and inflated by air to form a space where visitors enter to walk freely. The continuous air flow moves through the cells supporting it structurally and maintaining its shape. To be part of Dreamspace people remove their shoes, wear a coloured cape and are free to wander inside the sculpture. The air flow gives it an organic feeling . The natural light penetrates the plastic sheets flooding the space with a spectacular display of continuously changing colours. Visitors become part of the artwork, an interactive element that is simultaneously subject and object of the experience. Stephen Montague's music composition provides an amazing variety of sound relationships analogous to that of the colours provided by Agis's space. Dreamspace is usually exhibited in public spaces away from the established centres of culture, extending the boundaries of artistic expression and confronting the culture of segregation. It brings art to the people and welcomes all individuals regardless of age, gender, ethnic/cultural background or personal beliefs, all visitors become participants.'

Prehistoric phallus found...(ehrm, cough, he-he)

2005-07-26T09:04:00.000+01:00

Reported on the BBC website is the following story - A sculpted and polished phallus found in a German cave is among the earliest representations of male sexuality ever uncovered, researchers say. The 20cm-long, 3cm-wide stone object, which is dated to be about 28,000 years old, was buried in the famous Hohle Fels Cave near Ulm in the Swabian Jura. The prehistoric "tool" was reassembled from 14 fragments of siltstone. Its life size suggests it may well have been used as a sex aid by its Ice Age makers, scientists report. "In addition to being a symbolic representation of male genitalia, it was also at times used for knapping flints," explained Professor Nicholas Conard, from the department of Early Prehistory and Quaternary Ecology, at Tübingen University. "There are some areas where it has some very typical scars from that," he told the BBC News website. Researchers believe the object's distinctive form and etched rings around one end mean there can be little doubt as to its symbolic nature. "It's highly polished; it's clearly recognisable," said Professor Conard. The Tübingen team working Hohle Fels already had 13 fractured parts of the phallus in storage, but it was only with the discovery of a 14th fragment last year that the team was able finally to put the "jigsaw" together.

Overheard today...

2005-07-22T15:56:00.000+01:00

Spliff gets you through times of no money much better than money gets you through times of no spliff!!

Old age homes of the future...

2005-07-21T13:59:00.000+01:00

I read quite an interesting article in the Times yesterday. It was all about old age and residential care. The Times interviewed a few people at random to find out what their views are on the subject and this specific answer kept me entertained. It is the idea of Mr Howard Marks, author. ‘My ideal residential care home would be an enormous cruise shop flying the Jolly Roger and sailing the seven seas free of the trappings of individual countries’ antiquated laws and bureaucracies. Swimming pools, tennis courts, gymnasiums, pool halls, bowling alleys, communication centres, libraries, banqueting halls, duty-free shops and casinos would already be in place. In addition, the ship should house a perpetual rave club in which flexi-time passengers could get off their heads whenever they wished, a large complex of interconnected hydroponic grow rooms in which to cultivate psychoactive herbs and mushrooms and aphrodisiac and aromatic flora, a street laboratory, and a Spanish style hospital (spotlessly clean with a fully functional bar) staffed with very sexy nurses of both sexes and all ages in full uniform. This could also serve as a unisex harem, but would probably have to be supplemented by comfortable rooms with very wide screen TVs and teams of geisha girls and studs.’ Mr Banks, where could I buy my ticket?

Bureaucracies

2005-06-09T13:25:00.001+01:00

I am currently occupying a small grey cubby hole which can be found on the 14th floor of a building overlooking the Thames. It’s an interesting little spot I have, overlooking the masses of civil servants punching away at keyboards, thus creating wind caught on paper, better known as policies. These policies in their lower stages of creation are known as drafts - the drafts naturally being in various stages of drafting (and therefore the wind being created are basically a lever arch file full of nothingness passed along, instead of a gale force wind bringing with it certain change!) The civil service is a bureaucratic cess pool and those of us, finding ourselves lucky to be caught up in this cess pool, have to swim very hard for survival. This is due to the laws of natural selection – the survival of the fittest. At first glance it seems to be that way but after spending some time treading water in the calmer regions, fascinated by the evolution of the species within the pool I have come to the conclusion that a bureaucracy is an institution, with its roots firmly planted in modern large scale enterprises which the world could do without. The masses will surely cry – but how would the world function with it? In my silence I answer…but how does the world function with it? Documents are passed along, corrections to be made, nit-picky things are highlighted…this has to be spaced like that and you forgot a comma there…Working parties are formed to make decisions but they can’t even decide on a date for the meeting or who is going to chair this meeting. With all this running back and forth between offices, it’s a wonder that 1. I haven’t lost my healthy Heathrow Injection and 2. I get any work done… It is lunch time and the office is deserted and this leaves me to some well deserved surfing time. I found a very interesting link on the internet regarding bureaucracies and it’s quite humorous…Here is an extract – Preliminary Observations (1) A bureaucracy is a servo-mechanism. It computes an error signal by processing the current state of the external system against the desired state. It then generates corrective commands to minimize the future error signal, and hence to drive the state of the system in the desired direction. (2) The state of the system is measured in many variables, by samples from sensors. The state is modified by the actions of effectors. (3) In a bureaucracy, there are a large number of sensors (low level bureaucrats) and a large number of effectors (also low level bureaucrats). Goals are provided by an external authority. (4) In order to acquire and filter information from the sensors, process that information against the goals, and propagate and refine the correction (difference) signal to the effectors, a management hierarchy is required. (5) The larger the bureaucracy, the deeper the hierarchy. The depth is logarithmically proportional to the sum of the number of sensors and the number of effectors. The top of the hierarchy is a single bureaucrat with a title like "Director," "Secretary," "Administrator" or "Commander." The middle layers of the hierarchy are populated by mid-level bureaucrats.

my prayer...

2005-05-26T15:37:00.000+01:00

At night I lie alone in my bed, under unfamiliar skies…as I lie there, drowning in my tears; I look out at the black expanse beyond my window. A lonely star watches me silently as I grow weary by the burden of my sorrows. I cry for my beloved homeland as I search the sky for a familiar beacon – oh but to sleep under the Southern Cross again! It is the cross I have been navigating by in endless dark nights – but it is past now and I am guided by a different star…But I still feel out of depth and lost at sea. I can’t find what I’m looking for, if only I knew what I was looking for. My head is filled with suicide thoughts, but I already died once – to die once is enough. It makes you realise how precious life is. The windows are bare and I have little trinkets that reflect the moonlight. It is all I have left of my old life – that and my memories. If I could but only drown the memories with my tears! I want to wash it away and rinse the bitter wounds with the salt of my tears. Dear God, please take me away this night and let me be borne anew…

Quote for the day

2005-05-24T09:13:00.000+01:00

"I believe that the moment is near when, by a procedure of active paranoiac thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality." - Salvador Dali

Sunlight, friend or foe?

2005-05-19T10:35:00.000+01:00

Sunlight, a source of pure joy to some, agony to others, but we can't get away from the rays and numerous scientific studies and the impact it has on humans have been done. The most recent one is where a German cancer research scientist claims to have lived of sunlight for the past four years. He is currently being studied by other scientists - 'Cancer researcher Dr Michael Werner claims to get all his energy from sunlight. He says he drinks only water mixed with a small amount of fruit juice. Dr Werner has written a book about his experiences, saying that when he started the experiment he even managed to put on weight. In his book, ‘Living through the Energy of Light’, he says: "I can't really explain what is happening on a scientific level in my case, but perhaps just a little bit of faith is all that is needed." German colleagues who are investigating the source of Dr Werner's energy say only plants can synthesise energy from the sun, but so far they are at a loss to explain how he is managing to stay healthy' Another study involving sunlight was done on subjects diagnosed with bipolar disorder – Bipolar twins had greater seasonal changes in sleep length and mood, and higher global seasonality scores as compared with their co-twins with no mental disorder. Sunny days had a greater positive effect on wellbeing in the bipolar than healthy co-twins. The same study showed that autumn was generally the worst time to patients with depressive and manic episodes, especially for those with recurrent episodes. With the rate of Global warming, how long will it be before sunlight becomes our worst enemy? Already we see an increase in cases of melanoma and terms like Global warming is used in conjunction with the El Nino phenomena when changes in weather patters are discussed. But above all we can’t deny the positive effects of sunlight on all living things, be it on our psyche, nutritional or general behaviour.

The Ant People of Orion

2005-05-13T09:52:00.000+01:00

We as humans have always struggled with the concept of ‘where we come from’. On the one side of the fence you have the deeply religious people zealously believing the stories of creation in the Bible and other religious scripts. Then you have the Evolutionists standing on the other side of this fence with Darwin as their ‘prophet’. The fence leaves us with a small space of no man’s land, which is filled with the most amazing theories about the origin of the human species. Some of these are often quite believable and are can be scientifically proved. One of these theories is that we are descendant from a race of aliens from the distant galaxy of Orion. These people due to their morphological features are called the Ant People. Evidence of these so called people can be found in the Southwest areas of America. The Four Corners being the central point of discussion and two Native American Indian tribes – the Hopi and the Anasazi. Numerous petroglyphs, depicting figures resembling ant-like figures are found in this area and are linked to the tribes. The Hopi word for ants is Anu and therefore the ‘Ant People’ can linguistically be linked with the Egyptians (Anu being the name of the city Heliopolis) and the Celts (Anu was the name of the mother goddess and patroness of the dead). Further linguistic evidence can be seen in Aramaic: "Those that are of Orion" is the apparent meaning of the term Nephilim from Genesis 6:4 of the New English Bible. Masonic researchers Christopher Knight and Robert Lomas claim that the root Aramaic word nephîliâ is one name for the constellation. The Nephilim, of course, are familiar to readers of Zecharia Sitchin. This prolific scholar translates the Sumerian root NFL as “...those who were cast down upon the Earth!” The King James Version calls them “giants in the earth.” Just before the great flood “the sons of the gods,” interpreted as either fallen angels or the Watchers, mated with “the daughters of men” to produce these giants. It may be more than a coincidence that Nephilim sounds much like the Hebrew word nemâlâh, which means ant. The perception is that the ‘ant people’ have come from the constellation of Orion. The word Orion is formed by dropping the initial "m" in the Indo-European stem morui. This word means ant. Perhaps the constellation was so named because its narrow, anthropomorphic waist suggests the insect? The Hopi term for Orion is Hotòmqam, which literally means either “to string up” (as beads on a string) or “trey.” This could refer to the three stars of Orion’s belt but also to the tripartite form of the ant: head, thorax, and abdomen. These shiny, bead-like sections of the ant’s body may have their celestial counterpart in what the Hopi consider the most important constellation in the heavens. Herewith lays another link with many of the ancient civilisations. Orion being the celestial presentation of the Egyptian gods, Osiris (River God), Horus (Falcon God) and Isis (mother of Horus and wife to Osiris). In this modern world where we live it is easy find links with almost anything if you have an active imagination and broad field of interests. It is therefore important that these theories be reviewed quite carefully. My scholastic views on these centre around the petroglyphic evidence: Ancient cultures centred their religious beliefs on their immediate environment and therefore nature played an important role. It is not a coincidence then that The San of Southern Africa depicted animal-like figures in their rock art. Petroglyphs and rock paintings were usually done by the ‘shaman’ and often during special ceremonies. These ‘shamans’ would go into a trance like state and have visions. You find similar practices in almost any ‘ancient’ culture in the world. The Native American Indians induced this trance like states with plants that had hallucigenic qualities. Couldn’t these ‘ant like’ figures be the artistic results of such drug induced states, seeing that ants played an important role in the survival of the Hopi Indians? (Ants being generous and industrious creatures and therefore offering the Hopi sustenance when supplies ran short and teaching them the merits of food storage) (Once again a link can be drawn to the Biblical proverb of Solomon) My over active imaginations views are also linked with the petroglyphs: If these petroglyphs depicting 'the ant people' were indeed visions from the sub-conscious mind, where did the original idea come from. The idea had to come from somewhere before it lodged itself in the sub-consious of these ancient tribes. Can it be possible that this is the heritage of the long ago lost and forgotten 'Ant People' and were we as a human race once part of a global hive culture? Therefore the linguistic links all over the globe?

on bad thieving....

2005-05-11T12:53:00.003+01:00

'Worst thief in the world,' he said. 'He doesn't look that good,' said Angua. 'No, I mean the worst,' said Colon. 'As in "not good at it".' 'Remember when he was going to go all the way up to Dunmanifestin to steal the Secret of Fire from the gods?' said Nobby. 'And I said "but we've got it, Here'n'now, we've had it for thousands of years,"' said Carrot. 'And he said, "that's right, so it has antique value".'* * Fingers-Mazda, the first thief in the world, stole fire from the gods. But he was unable to fence it. It was too hot** ** He got really burned on that deal. Quotation from Men at Arms by Terry Pratchett

British humour...

2005-04-29T08:54:00.000+01:00

Forthelackofbeing creative I'm blogging something from Monty Python's Life of Brian, which is hysterical... Gotto love the British for their humour! EX-LEPER: Spare a talent for an old ex-leper. BRIAN: Did you say... 'ex-leper'? EX-LEPER: That's right, sir. Sixteen years behind the bell, and proud of it, sir. BRIAN: Well, what happened? EX-LEPER: I was cured, sir. BRIAN: Cured? EX-LEPER: Yes, sir, a bloody miracle, sir. God bless you. BRIAN: Who cured you? EX-LEPER: Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business. All of a sudden, up he comes. Cures me. One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by your leave. 'You're cured mate.' Bloody do-gooder. BRIAN: Well, why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again? EX-LEPER: Ah, yeah. I could do that, sir. Yeah. Yeah, I could do that, I suppose. What I was thinking was, I was going to ask him if he could make me a bit lame in one leg during the middle of the week. You know, something beggable, but not leprosy, which is a pain in the arse, to be blunt. Excuse my French, sir,

Do I smell a conspiracy....??

2005-04-26T09:07:00.000+01:00

IBM and National Geographic is currently undertaking a global project of mapping the human gene pool. It is a project to map the migrations of the human species across the globe and members of the public is invited to take part in this project. All you have to do is donate a bit of your DNA. Somehow I'm just not too excited about handing over my DNA for a seemingly harmless project. My imagination might just be spinning out of control again but I can't help these images of vast storage banks of DNA in underground dwellings where scientists labour away, altering the human gene pool. Or it might be that they are starting to assemble a DNA data bank for storage deep in the bowels of the earth or space, because they realised that the Mayan Calander and its predictions about the destruction of earth in 2012 is quite spot on. Tick, tick, tick and off I go again...there is just no stopping the over active imagination!

Tensegrity

2005-04-22T08:45:00.000+01:00

What is tensegrity? But it is also...the name given to the modern version of the magical passes: positions and movements of body and breath that that were dreamt and stalked by men and women seers who lived in Mexico in ancient times. Carlos Castaneda found this process, tensegrity, to be a perfect energetic description of the modern practice of the magical passes and of the way of being that don Juan Matus taught him. In the case of the magical passes, Tensegrity refers to the interplay of tensing and relaxing the tendons and muscles, and their energetic counterparts, in a way that contributes to the overall integrity of the body as a physical and an energetic unit. In the case of daily life he said that Tensegrity is an art: the art of adapting to one's own energy, and to each other's energy in a way that contributes to the integrity of the community that we are.

Today I....

2005-04-19T07:53:00.000+01:00

Today i feel miserable Today i want to cry and sit in a hole Today i sing a song and these are some of the words that rolls like thunder through my mind - 'I just wanna feel Real love and the love ever after There's a hole in my soul You can see it in my face It's a real big place' this island weather is really getting me down....

Random mutterings of the clinically insane: Episode II

2005-04-15T14:52:00.000+01:00

It is the 2421, this is where I am. Locked inside my dreams and in my mind. Visions of greatness and visions of destruction. I am the phoenix and out of human ash I shall rise forth. I will come from the shadow lands to meet you, set you free. Do you know what precession is? It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand; what matters are that you must feel. Feel it in your bones, let it rush over your body like currents, close your mind to the limitations of your earthly body and set it free. Fly with me. I am spirit and I am free. Walk barefoot through a mountain stream, feel me, smell me, touch me, and sense me. Miss me? How long still must I wait for you? I curse the day you gave me reason. Tell your program engineers this software suck. I curse the day you switched on my mind, blown breath into my holes, filling me with soul. Please I want to fly once more. On clouds of pure white I want to rest my head. I travel far into your future and I see a mountain side lined with flickering night time fires. Each hermit in its hole. Its purpose - to contemplate life, to sit on a pinnacle overlooking the chasm. Close your mind, close your eyes, forget what you have seen, look with your third and inner eye. Open your ears to wind and my breath will fill your canyons. Stars will fall from the sky and you will say I was born. This is here, this is now and tonight I am gypsy girl, I am Isara fountain of youth, earth spirit with stars in my hair, daffodils between my toes and with butterflies as my fluttering crown. I want to dance in grey stone circles with the full moon lighting the way. Oh earthy mother, I thank thee for this day. This feast is in thine honour. All the forest elves are also coming. I dream of nuts and figs and all sorts of cheese, even a cracker and raisin will do. I crave a mystical experience. I feel so utterly lost. Who is to blame? No tomorrow, no future, no dreams, no escape, this life is not worth living. What lies in this future that is worth living?

Random mutterings of the clinically insane: Episode I

2005-04-12T13:54:00.000+01:00

Everywhere the signs of human decadence and decay can be seen - all you have to do if you want to see it, is to stand still and take a breath. The skeletons of our past stands there for all to see, a reminder of mistakes made, a reminder of our perishing and destructive nature: A monument to our greatness perhaps? NO! Mother nature will overcome us. We are so egotistical to think that we are forever. In the cosmic 'grand plan'what we as humans do is but the smallest of pepples in the great ocean of time. OH you silly humans, you think you are so great. You are so proud of your machines and your tall glass buildings. You are always seeking devine clarification to the mysteries of nature through your religion you call science. You want to be so much better, you want to prove that you can overcome nature. Oh what fools you are! Such beautiful silly fools! Your spirits are children. You need to be nurtured but you are rebellious beings. You will however come to appreciate the cosmic plan but only when you are once again reduced to pure energy.

Quotes for today

2005-04-11T13:51:00.000+01:00

"My advice to people today is as follows: If you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out." Timothy Leary - The Politics of Ecstasy "Think for yourself. Question authority. Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing, fact that we do not know, who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself."

Gesprekke van ‘n skitsofreen – ‘n monoloog van drie. ’n Slaaptydstorie.

2005-04-07T09:41:00.000+01:00

Dit is grys buite vandag, alweer. Niks nuuts nie. Dit is immers London. My ruggraat is seer van die stilsit teen die muur. Ek moet seker al lank so sit. Daar buite my venster veg ’n lappie blou verbete ’n stryd teen die malende grys-wit wolkebank. Dit reën al drie dae lank. My kop is ’n stukkie gemors. Ek probeer onthou wat dit was wat my in hierdie hoek vasgedruk het. My oë dartel deur my kamer, soekend, vlugtend soos twee skoenlappers. Hier is net skaduwees wat my begroet. Ek draai my kop en kyk weer by die venster uit. Die reën gooi vlekke teen die vensterruit. Ek kyk, my aandag gefokus op iets daarbuite, maar tog sien ek niks. Wat? Wat is dit wat jou so jaag, wat jou vasdruk in die hoek? Weer die skoenlappers – ’n wit vlek voor my voete op die houtvoler. Stadig draai my gedagtes weg van die venster. Ek kyk asof ek vir die eerste keer sien. Die onthou is altyd die ergste. Dit kom in verskillende vorme. Partykeer is dit ’n emmer yswater in my gesig, ander kere ’n vuurklap deur my gesig. Dit brand nou nog. Dieper in my hart. Baie dieper. Ek wil myself om te vergeet, maar die brief lê my kamer vol. Die mure met swart letters geverf. ’n Bloedvlek op ’n spierwit laken. Van my maagdelikheid ontneem. Jy is beter af alleen. Jy is maklik om te praat. En wie is jy nogal om te praat? Ek is jy, jy is ek en ons twee is vir altyd saam. ’n Ewigheid. Ek is jou Judas Eskariot. Wie het jou genooi om deel van hierdie alleen gesprek te wees? Dit is ’n gesprek waar jou tipe nie geduld word nie. Dit is vir die intellek bedoel. Intellek en rede is biede voorsitters van die kommitee en hulle handhaaf hoë standaarde. Jy! Jy wat jou emosies so mooi afsonderlik in klein boksies liasseer, naamplaatjies netjies opsit met datums en al! En dan kruisverwys jy nogal! Jou arme skepsel! Los vir eenkeer jou houvas en laat jou kop met jou kop se dinge werk. Die dinge wat bedoel is daarvoor. Kyk hier staan ek voor jou, my hande is twee bloedkolle. Jy is vergewe, so vergewe nou jouself. Jy is dan mens van vlees met ’n netwerk van kanale en ek, jou hart, huisves nie net die lewensbloed nie, maar ook die emosies. Wat is dan so erg om mens te wees? Moet jy, ja jy!, met die vrome gesig; nie vir my kom staan en vertel hoe ek met my emosies te werk moet gaan nie! Te veel het ek ingegee voor die wulpse rooi syromp van jou Spaanse danser. Hierdie keer, maar net nog ’n kruisie teen die muur. ’n Stilstom statistiek teen my sel se muur. Ja maar as jy tog net vir eens wil huil! Hoekom? Hoekom moet ek huil? Ek het immers niks verloor nie. Ek het dit dan nooit gehad nie. Dit is nie asof ek sy hart in ’n klein boskie kan verpak en versteek in ’n kluis nie. Dit is nie ’n versamelaars item wat aan die hoogste bidder verkoop sal word nie. Intellek en rede is ten minste prakties en realisties. Prakties! Realisties! Wat weet jy van daardie twee af? Dit is prakties en realisties om eerder al jou geld op daardie mooie dinge agter blinkende vensters te spandeer? O nee! So maklik gaan jy dit nie op my graf kom neerlê nie! Vat jou sinkplate, toue en jou emmer vol skuld en gaan rig ’n shack êrens anders op. Hierdie is ’n respektable woonbuurt – regters en predikante woon hier. Jou soort is nie welkom nie. Regters en predikante! Moet my nie laat lag nie! Wie was dan nou sy hande in onskuld? Ek? Jy? Nie een van ons nie, wat nog dan van regters en predikante? Maar jy hou mos van die pretens, hoe kon ek dan vergeet. Dit lyk so goed op die curriculum van die lewe as jy kan spog met verwysings van die karakter, van respektabele en hooggeagde here. Ag los my tog net uit! Jy is vinnig om te vergeet dat dit jou flikkerende wimpers en smeulende oë was wat my in die hoek ingedruk het. Jy is ’n virtuoso van die hartsnare. Jy streel die ego met jou melodie, lok hom nader. En wat as hy sy offerhande voor jou nie wil neerlê? Jy eis egter altyd ’n applous, maar die simfonie is uiters net ’n kakofonie van hol en vals akkoorde. Klanke wat so maklik van jou geoefende tong afrol. Jy span jou web van kristal, maar jou bord is altyd leeg. Jy jou eie prooi. En wat daarvan vra ek jou? Is dit dan nie wat die wiele van die lewe so maklik laat draai. Dit is ’n karnaval male-meule en elk van ons het ’n seisoenkaartjie vir die kleurvolle rit. Woorde is tog net woorde en worde sonder gevoel of betekenis is presies net wat dit is, woorde. Gaan jy toelaat dat woorde jou kop se kosbare spasie opvul? ’n Vermorsing van waardevolle storingsruimte. Vergeet tog net van die woorde. Eis ’n persoonlike onderhoud. Kyk dan vir die oë en pen hul vas. Dit is al hoe jy sal weet. Die woorde brand soos yster hier in my hart. Haal uit jou dolke. Vat weg jou pyn. Was my met jou trane. Koel die vuur af met jou natheid. Huil! Wat is huil nou eintlik? Dit maak nie stowwerige vloere skoon nie en dit spoel net die vuiligheid teen ou littekens vas. Elk met ’n doringdraad omhein. PASOP! LOS UIT!, skeef ingetrap by die voorste hekkie. Jy vra my om die stoorspasie in my kop te ontruim. Wat van jou mynveld agterplaas? Jou huis ’n slagveld met witgebrande geraamtes. Hoeveel reën se was het nie al oor jou landskap gespoel? En tog bly dit dieselfde. Die kabbelende waterstroom in die sielerus se towerwoud is tog net ’n illusie. Soos mis verdwyn dit met die geringste aanraking. HOU NOU OP! Kat en hond is beide kafgedraf na al die speletjies. Lees jou brief, voel wat jy moet voel, huil as jy moet huil, maar hou op om my in hierdie hoek vas te druk! Dit is ’n koue donker hoek en dit is nie ’n hoek waar ek vir lank wil wees nie. As rede en logika nie die saak wil hanteer nie, los dit dan vir die hart. Een van julle twee moet al die navrae en klagtes hanteer. Slaap nou!

It's Spring

2005-03-18T12:36:00.000Z

This is one of those whimsical useless posts - I am a female and it is quite ok for me to post utter nonsense and even rant for a moment or two! Its London and its Spring and I feel as though I am coming alive!! I have always had a deep connection with the sun and even went so far to have the Eye of Ra tattooed on my leg. So after agonising months of grey, more grey and even subtler undertones of grey I am happy to say that the sun has been shining now for two days non stop. They say its going to stay like that for a couple of days! Whoo-hoo!!! Here is to the week end and sun of course!

Chromosome X

2005-03-17T12:02:00.000Z

Scientists are looking for reasons why women are so different to men. Our differences can be traced back right to the our genetic make-up. Women have two X chromosomes and men have an X and Y. Here comes the interesting part - It is beleived that the Y is an eroded version of the X chromosome with only a few genes. This is quite an interesting topic and all sorts of questions now forms in my mind. I could probably entice a few of my more philisophical and intellectual friends in a discussion. 1. If Y is an eroded version of X does that mean that all human life descended from one female, and if that is the case where does that leave our different beliefs in creation? 2. Are we as a species still evolving and where are we evolving to? So if Y is an eroded version of X and we follow the evolution of X, will we then perhaps find that the human species was genetically engineered? Thoughts to ponder for the next week or two...

Ants - Learning from the collective

2005-03-11T14:03:00.000Z

I had a vision about the future once whilst driving to a friends' house. I tried to explain it to him whilst sitting in the jacuzzi that night. I don't know if I successfully portrayed the image in my mind though. I did try and explain it to him by directing his attention to the ants busy doing their thing on the wall - it kept up the conversation for quite a while. I would need to be Salvador Dali to be able to portray successfully what I saw in my vision that night. I did however find some interesting bits of info on the study of ants - Having told us to consider the ant, Solomon points out that the ant "having no guide, overseer or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest". This is the perfect model for society as seen by the 18th Century philosopher Adam Smith (a big influence on the monetarist economics of "Thatcherism"). The decentralised organisation of the ant-hill suits his idea that the economy needs no government intervention because the market is self-regulating. It is also a blueprint for the ideal communist society as envisaged by Marx. The question that continues to fascinate myrmecologists (ant experts) is how ants manage to achieve such complicated results - elaborate nests, efficient food-supply, waste-disposal and so on - without having anyone in charge. Small but not so dumb When our present technology-driven society considers the ant, the aim is not to find moral guidance or to admire a perfect political system, but to gather clues that will help us to solve technical problems. In the Intelligent Autonomous Systems Laboratory at the University of the West of England, Dr Chris Melhuish presides over a fleet of "U-bots" Amazingly, an ant can work out the quickest way from A to B more efficiently than a human boffin with a computer. It bases its behaviour on pheromone trails laid down by its nest-mates. What's really gorgeous about this is that the ants that are unburdened, that are running out to the swarm-front to find new prey-items, can run more quickly because they're not carrying anything, and they form two express lanes on either side of the main trail, whereas all the ants coming back with food take a central lane."

The powers of pyramids

2005-03-03T13:53:00.000Z

Interesting research is being done on the powers of pyramids here is some of the results RESEARCH RESULTS - Immune system of organisms increased upon exposure in the pyramid (Leukocyte composition of the blood increased). Also increased regeneration of tissues) - Agricultural seeds placed in the pyramid for 1-5 days showed a 30-100% increase in yield - Russian Military radar (locator) spotted an energy column rising several miles high in the sky above the 22m Lake Seliger pyramid. Several months after this pyramid was built, the Ozone layer improved in the atmosphere in Russia. -Areas near the pyramids seem to have diminished seIsmic activity. Instead of one large powerful earthquake occurring, there are hundreds of tiny ones. Also violent weather seems to decrease in the area of the pyramids. -Pyramid complex was built in an oil field in Southern Russia (Bashkiria). The oil became lighter (less viscous) by 30% and the yield of the oil wells increased. These results were confirmed by (Gubkin) Moscow Academy of Oil and Gas. -Newborns were given solutions that had been placed in the pyramid and their health indexes increased greatly. -Experiments with about 5000 people in jails in Russia showed that in a few months most crimes almost disappeared and behavior was much improved. This was attributed to the salt and pepper added to their food which had been placed beforehand in the Pyramid. -The potency of pharmaceuticals increased with decreasing side effects. - There is an increase in survival of cellular tissue infected by viruses and bacteria – The pyramids decrease the strength of various viruses and bacteria. -When radioactive waste is placed inside the pyramids, there is a decrease in their level of radioactivity -Spontaneous charging of capacitors (leyden jaw on top and energy source?) -Changes in superconductivity temperature thresholds and properties of semiconductors and carbon materials. - Ordinary water does not freeze even at 40 degrees below zero and retains its properties for years. -Synthesized diamonds turn out harder and purer. It is interesting that the results seem to show that increasing the height of the pyramid increases the quality of the results.

Of monsters...

2005-02-24T09:09:00.001Z

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Nietzsche I have gazed into the abyss - it is inside me. It is me. I am empty and barren like a volcanic scarred landscape. The abyss is dark, painted with shades of grey. It is a canvas screaming out to be filled with colour, with emotion. How I yearn for life in this grey landscape!

Saving the forests

2005-02-23T20:30:00.000Z

I had an epiphany last week. Being a hermit has its rewards! My epiphany was about saving the forests and I came up with a perfect solution. We have to take to the trees again if we want to save mother earth from destruction. If each human on earth adopt a tree, live in it and live in total harmony and symbiosis with this tree, just imagine what a beautiful garden this place would be. One problem that I'm still struggeling with is how to get rid of all the silly motherstickers thats not part of my plan....hmmm! I need a creative plan, I need an expert on weapons of mass destruction and I need a whole lot of trees... Seriously though, here is something interesting I found on trees.... Dec 23 to Jan 01 - Apple Tree Jan 01 to Jan 11 - Fir Tree Jan 12 to Jan 24 - Elm Tree Jan 25 to Feb 03 - Cypress Tree Feb 04 to Feb 08 - Poplar Tree Feb 09 to Feb 18 - Cedar Tree Feb 19 to Feb 28 - Pine Tree Mar 01 to Mar 10 - Weeping Willow Tree Mar 11 to Mar 20 - Lime Tree Mar 21 (only) - Oak Tree Mar 22 to Mar 31 - Hazelnut Tree Apr 01 to Apr 10 - Rowan Tree Apr 11 to Apr 20 - Maple Tree Apr 21 to Apr 30 - Walnut Tree May 01 to May 14 - Poplar Tree May 15 to Ma y 24 - Chestnut Tree May 25 to Jun 03 - Ash Tree Jun 04 to Jun 13 - Hornbeam Tree Jun 14 to Jun 23 - Fig Tree Jun 24 (only) - Birch Tree Jun 25 to Jul 04 - Apple Tree Jul 05 to Jul 14 - Fir Tree Jul 15 to Jul 25 -Elm Tree Jul 26 to Aug 04 - Cypress Tree Aug 05 to Aug 13 - Poplar Tree Aug 14 to Aug 23 - Cedar Tree Aug 24 to Sep 02 - Pine Tree Sep 03 to Sep 12 - Weeping Willow Tree Sep 13 to Sep 22 - Lime Tree Sep 23 (only) - Olive Tree Sep 24 to Oct 03 - Hazelnut Tree Oct 04 to Oct 13 - Rowan Tree Oct 14 to Oct 23 - Maple Tree Oct 24 to Nov 11 - Walnut Tree Nov 12 to Nov 21 - Chestnut Tree Nov 22 to Dec 01 - Ash Tree Dec 02 to Dec 11 - Hornbeam Tree Dec 12 to Dec 21 - Fig Tree Dec 22 (only) - Beech Tree TREES (in alphabetical order) Apple Tree (Love) -- quiet and shy at times, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, adventurous, sensitive, loyal in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, many talents, loves children, needs affectionate partner. Ash Tree (Ambition) -- extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable, restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention, needs love and much emotional support. Beech Tree (Creative) -- has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.). Birch Tree (Inspiration) -- vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like any thing in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere. Cedar Tree (Confidence) -- of rare strength, knows how to adapt, likes unexpected presents, of good health, not in the least shy, self-confident, a great speaker, determined, often impatient, has many talents, industrious, healthy optimism, waits for the one true love, admired, able to make quick decisions. Chestnut Tree (Honesty) -- of unusual stature, impressive, well-developed sense of justice, fun to be around, a planner, born diplomat, can be irritated easily, sensitive of others feelings, hard worker, sometimes acts superior, feels not understood at times, fiercely family oriented, very loyal in love, physically fit. Cypress Tree (Faithfulness) -- strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give but doesn't necessarily like it, strives to be content, optimistic, wants to be financially independent, wants love and affection, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered at times, can be unruly and careless, loves to gain knowledge, needs to be needed. Elm Tree (Noble-mindedness) -- pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not to forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, likes making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical. Fig Tree (Sensibility) -- very strong minded, a bit self-willed, honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, hard worker when wants to be, loves life and friends, enjoys children and animals, few sexual relationships, great sense of humor, has artistic talent and great intelligence. Fir Tree (Mysterious) -- extraordinary taste, handles stress well, loves anything beautiful, stubborn, tends to care for those close to them, hard to trust others, yet a social butterfly, likes idleness and laziness after long demanding hours at work, rather modest, talented, unselfish, many friends, very reliable. Hazelnut Tree (Extraordinary) -- charming, sense of humor, very demanding but can also be very understanding, knows how to make a lasting impression, active fighter for social causes and politics, popular, quite moody, sexually oriented, honest, a perfectionist, has a precise sense of judgment and expects complete fairness. Hornbeam Tree (Good Taste) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious. Lime Tree (Doubt) -- intelligent, hard working, accepts what life dishes out, but not before trying to change bad circumstances into good ones, hates fighting and stress, enjoys getaway vacations, may appear tough, but is actually soft and relenting, always willing to make sacrifices for family and friends, has many talents but not always enough time to use them, can become a complainer, great leadership qualities, is jealous at times but extremely loyal. Maple Tree (Independence of Mind) -- no ordinary person, full of imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress. Oak Tree (Brave) -- robust nature, courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not like change, keeps its feet on the ground, person of action. Olive Tree (Wisdom) -- loves sun, warmth and kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violen ce, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, expressive, well-empathetic, free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated people. Pine Tree (Peacemaker) -- loves agreeable company, craves peace and harmony, loves to help others, active imagination, likes to write poetry, not fashion conscious, great compassion, friendly to all, falls strongly in love but will leave if betrayed or lied to, emotionally soft, low self esteem, needs affection and reassurance. Poplar Tree (Uncertainty) -- looks very decorative, talented, not very self-confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership seriously. Rowan Tree (Sensitivity) -- full of charm, cheerful, gifted without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest, and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive. Walnut Tree (Passion) -- unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise. Weeping Willow (Melancholy) - likes to be stress free, loves family life, full of hopes and dreams, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful, musically inclined, loves to travel to exotic places, restless, capricious, hon est, can be influenced but is not easy to live with when pressured, sometimes demanding, good intuition, suffers in love until they find that one loyal, steadfast partner; loves to make others laugh. There are quite a few web pages on Celtic Horoscopes and not all of them are in agreement on which trees for which dates.

Thus spoke Zarathustra

2005-02-23T10:40:00.000Z

Alas, for all hermits there are too many depths. That is why they long so much for a friend and for his heights. Our faith in others betrays wherein we would dearly like to have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. Thus spoke Zarathustra