1701113/20131009a) Comfortably not numb, but calm. October 9, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 03:16 BST (British Summer Time). ‘Idal, 13th (Qudrat) Mashiyyat, 170 BE Justice, Power of Will Wednesday, 9th October 2013 AD
So, I feel comfortably detached, disinterested?, calm, unemotional, but not that emotionally flat effect felt due to neuroleptic drugs, rather a calm contentment with His Will that can only be explained by the prayers of others. Which is nice. Its not that I don’t care; its that I’m confident that Baha’u'llah and His Institutions know exactly what they are doing, and that I do not fear the outcome since “the signs” seem to augur well that I am not TOO much in their bad books, despite my faults, flaws and shortcomings. Its as though the vehicle I am driving has been hacked, and is being driven remotely by spiritual forces that I am quite comfortable to let be in complete control. Its like being on the flight-deck or cockpit of my own being, say personified by a Boeing 707 (old hat I know, but more firmly rooted in my being than a newfangled Jumbo Jet (Boeing 747)). And on that flight-deck, rather more spacious than a 707, more like the bridge of a Picard Enterprise, there is at the front, gazing out of the right hand side of the flight-deck window, or view-screen, a tall willowy blonde reminiscent of my first crush, No 1, Nicola, during the sixth form in Newport, Shropshire, and she is my soul, my anima, the feminine other half of my soul, deep in my sub-conscious. She is looking ahead, which on this northerly heading up the Atlantic, sees the eastern seaboard of the United States ahead, with New York dead ahead, with a pall of black smoke extending from NYC towards the right, the east, across the Atlantic. I scratch my head, asking why on Earth would my soul want to go there, amidst such negativity. Its a mystery. And I contemplate what other factors are determining my flight-plan. Apart from my anima and her strange intention to be headed for New York, there is the Zitech alien technology nav-com navigation computer, which only she can operate, on account of the alien technology, since Nicola’s real name is Part, and I have no idea which planet she came from, or how and why she ended up so inextricably linked to my sub-conscious. I do know however that Part is not Prote, and did not come from a planet called K-Pax; that would be silly! So, Nicola, the Zitech nav-com computer, which with its alien technology and its ability to take instructions from advanced ETs, possibly of the same ilk as Nicola/Part and possibly its ability to take instructions from other dimensions and their beings such as the Concourse on High in the Abha Kingdom, have everything under control, and are firmly in charge of whatever is happening to me, and there’s absolutely nothing to worry about and all I have to do is sit tight, relax and wait for things to develop and manifest themselves. Of course, I may have utterly misread the situation, but I am human, and prone to err.
I wonder what tosh No 6 thinks of the above?
1700808/20130808a) “O Lord, increase my astonishment at Thee!” (Baha’u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 33) August 8, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 04:29 BST (British Summer Time). Istijlal, 8th (Kamal) Kamal, 170 BE Majesty, Perfection of Perfection Thursday, 8th August 2013 AD
Guess what time my digital clock said, this morning? 04:16. Pretty amazing, eh? Here’s the text from Genesis, “And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden. (King James Bible, Genesis). But what does it mean? No idea. Watch this space.
So, the Muslim Holy Day of Eid al Fitr 1434 AH starts to unfold.
Watching “Thunderbirds” episode 25, “The Cham Cham”, a Fanderson version of “Experiment No IV” by Kate Bush, but less sinister, affecting military aircraft guidance systems rather than brainwashing whole generations of people. Just one way in which to put the sheeple into a “strange sleep”.
“We verily,” He Himself has testified, “have not fallen short of Our duty to exhort men, and to deliver that whereunto I was bidden by God, the Almighty, the All-Praised. Had they hearkened unto Me, they would have beheld the earth another earth.” And again: “Is there any excuse left for anyone in this Revelation? No, by God, the Lord of the Mighty Throne! My signs have encompassed the earth, and My power enveloped all mankind, and yet the people are wrapped in a strange sleep!” (Shoghi Effendi, The Promised Day is Come, p. 6)
Reminds me of “633 Squadron”, which I saw at the Odeon cinema in Romford, Essex in about 1966, starring Cliff Robertson if memory serves, with quite memorable music:- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWXQUhBsUVM
1700807/20130807a) Lunging August 7, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 06:22 BST (British Summer Time). ‘Idal, 7th (Kalimat) Kamal, 170 BE Justice, Words of Perfection Wednesday, 7th August 2013 AD
I was thinking of whether or not, traveling on Sunday would be worth the risk to my mental health or not. Then, I thought of the idea of not taking the whole trip seriously, and attending in the same spirit as “lunging at The Pope, just to see what would happen.” Ref:- “Part Troll” by Bill Bailey. To maintain such levity in the realm of such gravity would take a fair bit of defiance, but with NHS lobotomising tablets aplenty, I should be able to make myself sufficiently comfortable and numb, as to render me safe behind an air-bag, if a crash became inevitable. I think therefore, in summary, that “Defying Gravity” is the policy and attitude to get by. To take nothing and nobody seriously. Easier said than done.
IF I DO travel on Sunday, and someone apart from Commander Ed Straker lunges at ME with a mouthful of angry green bile, I’ll probably just smile or laugh, so I don’t imagine THAT will work as intended. If, as in a dream that I had, Commander Straker with his peroxided hair promised to “fix my satellite”, THAT in comparison will be a very welcome development. Here’s a link to 1972 SHADO:- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB1k02yh43A
I think that in the coming week, avoiding eye contact, avoiding conversations, and burying myself in books such as “Advent of Divine Justice” will be the order of the day to avoid trouble, storms, and getting spat at by camels or alpacas with mouthfuls of green bile. Ref:- “Evan Almighty” starring John Goodman and Steve Carrell. Reference Genesis Chapter 4 verse 16:- “And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.” (King James Bible, Genesis) Or if it is not 04:16, but 04:06, then we have, “4:6 “And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?” (King James Bible, Genesis). After all, who was it who said that they were not able?
I’m completely flummoxed, banjaxed and discombobulated by all my endorsements on Linked In. Some of them are really quite fantastic and describe a me from a different planet, such as
- 4 x Creative Writing
- 4 x Teaching
- 2 x Customer Service
- 2 x Microsoft Office
- 1 x Facebook
- 1 x Marketing Strategy
- 1 x Social Media Marketing
- 1 x Coaching
- 1 x Training
- 1 x Entrepreneurship
1 x Leadership Development
1 x Strategic Planning
1 x Team Building
1 x Team Leadership
I mean just think about it, ME and Entrepreneurship? Really!
I think that after Sunday’s trip, if i DO meet an alpacas with mouths full of bile, I’ll just go back to my room and play some music. If an alpaca were to follow me back to my room and try spitting bile there, THAT would be “inappropriate”, though I can’t put my finger on WHY it would be inappropriate. Perhaps alpacas shouldn’t be encouraged to come indoors. I must research “Petroushka” the story put to music by Stravinsky. I wonder what the chances are of Petroushka and Babooshka getting together? Not probable, methinks. Babooshka, a “graceful ballerina?” Nah! But of course “graceful ballerina” has a reference elsewhere, in this by Avril Laverne:- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoKEn0aVB98 ! Reminds me of Facebook pranks in 2007. Lots of unresolved mysteries and unanswered questions. Reminds of Commander Straker telling me of singing in Birmingham, like canaries perhaps?
“I was in Java!” (Ref:- Bill Bailey!).
Do alpacas make you smile, Pete? “Oh Yes!” as the 10th Doctor would say!
1700717/20130729a) Lurve. July 29, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 06:22 BST (British Summer Time). Istiqlal, 19th (‘Ala’) Rahmat, 170 BE Independence, Loftiness of Mercy Friday, 12th July 2013 AD
“I’m sorry, Dr Smeshlov, I’m not at liberty to discuss this” (but I will anyway!)
So, how long will the cover story have to be maintained. I don’t know Bill. For as long as the National Council of Astronautics deems it necessary. Rumours of an epidemic of an unknown nature on Clavius.
Any clue as to why a dirge of classical music suddenly changed into James Brown’s “Sex Machine” and then back again? No, Bill, we found no clues as to why this was done. It seems the Monolith might well have some sort of sick sense of humour. Have you heard that music? Do you like it? Personally, I think its vile. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned; I may not talk like a Victorian gentleman but I DO like the gentlemanly qualities of the old school, like John Steed. Not many John Steeds around anymore. A rare breed.Ref:- “2001: A Space Odyssey” Ref:- “The Avengers” on ABC TV UK 1962-1968, with Kathy Gail, Emma Peel and Tara King Ref:- “Sex Machine” by James Brown
1700619/20130712a) Read, out loud! July 12, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 06:22 BST (British Summer Time). Istiqlal, 19th (‘Ala’) Rahmat, 170 BE Independence, Loftiness of Mercy Friday, 12th July 2013 AD
So, another evening, yesterday Thursday 11th July, from 19:13 to 22:09, reading from Baha’i Writings and history out loud, leaving me feeling much better than before, as follows:Universal House of Justice message 2nd March 2013 UHJ message Ridvan, 21st April 2013 UHJ message 1st July 2013 Prayers and Meditations of Baha’u'llah sections 136 to 139 Memories of Nine Years in Akka pages 156 to 165 God Passes By pages 88 to 94 Messages from the Universal House of Justice 1986 to 2001 pages 85 to 93 Messages from the Universal House of Justice 1963 to 1986 pages i to 4
Food for thought, for those who have an open mind and are not brainwashed slaves of “the system”:- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRuCR6ixH0I&feature=em-subs_digest&list=TLjo4fSG0ijzw
1700613/20130706a) Two truths and a lie. July 6, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 22:04 BST (British Summer Time). Jalal, 13th (Qudrat) Rahmat, 170 BE Glory, Power of Mercy Saturday, 6th July 2013 AD
Flims tonight:- The first based in a galaxy, far, far away, was NOT based on Earth, not overtly anyway. The second from the Old Testament and America, definitely routed on planet Earth, the 3rd from a sci-fi visionary, an old testament prophet from the 20th century, so based in fact? Too early to say, but based on planet Earth? Oh, Yes! As the 10th Doctor would say with certainty.Star Wars, episode 3, a fantasy Evan Almighty, a story based in reality V for Vendetta, a story based in reality
The Domino Effect, as in “V”, red and black dominoes falling inexorably, sequentially, unstoppably, a red “O” with a red “V” superimposed upon it, on a black background, the 2 colours of power, the two colours of Scorpio, His Sun sign, red for Mars, black for Pluto. A domino effect starting somewhere in the far-east, such as Tokyo or Beijing, and spreading globally like dominoes, maybe triggered by the “Utaku” of Japan picking up a factoid of information from The Net, and causing Japan to suddenly turn ablaze, not with physical fire, but with the fire of inspiration, inspiration of the Holy Spirit, the fire of the love of God, looking westwards in their unique Buddhism, the New Land Buddhism, looking westwards towards The Holy Land, where is located the House of Jacob on the side of Mt Carmel in the city of Haifa, a city whose name is coincidentally found in the middle of The Baha’i Faith. The BaHAI FAith! Those Japanese Utaku on their fast Net connectivity laptops and smart phones, spreading The Great Announcement like a virus, like dominoes falling, inexorably, sequentially, unstoppably, until the whole world has had the News, that He, Baha’u'llah (1817-1892) is The One the whole world is waiting for, and alliances between nations, alliances with either The Elite or The Masses are re-thought, and the balance of power seriously changed. It STARTS in the far-east in Tokyo or Beijing, on the screens of the Utaku. Go viral. Do research on http://www.bahai.org
Remember, “Ideas are bulletproof!”
Red for the Crimson Arc on Mt Carmel, red for Baha, and black for the Black Standard of Khurasan, of the predecessor of Baha, The Bab, the Promised Qa’im.
1700611/20130704a) Again, again! July 4, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 22:15 BST (British Summer Time). Istijlal, 11th (Mashiyyat) Rahmat, 170 BE Majesty, Will of Mercy Thursday, 4th July 2013 AD
Yesterday evening reading had an energising effect on me, since I stayed up all night, sorting books, making substantial headway in improving my new flat or maisonette. I DID sleep awhile during the day today, as to be expected, but recited aloud this evening as well, and I feel SO much better for it. I feel as if I’m gradually becoming more healthy, spiritually, and a period of what I can only describe as “blah”! Here’s what I read out this evening:-From 19:39 to 22:04 Prayers and Meditations of Baha’u'llah sections 124 to 135 Memories of Nine Years in Akka pages 150 to 156 God Passes By pages 78 to 88 Messages from the Universal House of Justice 1986 to 2001 pages 78 to 85 The Covenant, a compilation pages 1 to 18 God Passes By pages 244 to 246 World Order of Baha’u'llah pages 152 to 154
1700610/20130703a) Back to Basics. July 1, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 22:53 BST (British Summer Time). ‘Idal, 10th (‘Izzat) Rahmat, 170 BE Justice, Might of Mercy Wednesday, 3rd July 2013 AD
Reciting out loud is an activity that makes me feel much better. After a TV CRM 24 on 27th January, if memory serves, I resolved to do so all evening on Thursdays and Fridays, and did so every now and again up to and including 17th May, the day before I picked up the keys for my new abode, a 3 room maisonette down the road, in the same road as the previous above at number 48. Since 17th May, I’ve neglected this edifying activity until this evening from 19:46 to 22:26, and I feel SO much better, and my mind so much clearer and less disturbed by stupid ideas, wherever they come from. Perhaps djinn, ETs, MKUltra or just auto-suggestions from people keen to put me back in hospital or fall foul of the Covenant. OR my own sub-conscious, my poorly programmed amygdala throwing my rational mind overboard for the sake of some out-of-date coping mechanism.
So, what did I read out loud, this evening?Prayers and Meditations of Baha’u'llah, sections 119 to 123 Memories of Nine Years in Akka pages 142 to 150 God Passes By pages 75 to 78 Messages of the Universal House of Justice 1986 to 2001 pages 76 to 78 World Order of Baha’u'llah pages 63 to 67 Messages of the Universal House of Justice 1963 to 1986 pages 50 to 58 Unfolding Destiny of the British Baha’i Community pages 257 to 263 Will and Testament of ‘Abdu’l-Baha pages 17 to 22
So, am I going to make any comment on the news tonight? NO!
1700605/20130628a) Niggles June 28, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 15:45 BST (British Summer Time). Istiqlal, 5th (Nur) Rahmat, 170 BE Independence, Light of Mercy Friday, 28th June 2013 AD
Niggles! In the back of my mind, telling me things that are backed up by no empirical evidence whatsoever, prompting me to question things that ought not to be questioned. In my situation in life, at age 57, enjoying early retirement, supported materially in comfort, everything peachy, but niggles in the back of my mind tell me something is wrong, and I can’t put my finger on it. It may be nothing, it may be important; I just don’t know. I just have to “watch and wait”, or as Jesus said, “watch and pray”, and expect that Baha’u'llah “will tell me about all my disputes” as Gabriel says in the Qur’an, or as in the Gospel, “tell me all things” as in “I have many things to tell you but you cannot bear them now, howbeit when He the Spirit of Truth is come; He will tell you all things”. So, I KNOW that Baha’u'llah is there, but what does He want me to do? Sit tight in Kidlington in comfort and single until “the machine stops”? And then what? Go where, and HOW? It would be too late, and I’d just be another disheveled penniless refugee. Or what? What would “the tornado” have me do? Maybe she’ll tell me on Saturday. And what would “the whirlwind” have me do? Perhaps a mutual friend will tell me over dinner tonight? And who will tell thee who the tornado is? And who will tell thee who the whirlwind is? “There must some mysteries in life, otherwise the Americans would discover everything!”
Pete, behave! Or write with more sobriety and less passion. After dinner, practical and realistic won out and found approval. The practicalities and reality of the situation rule out any ill-thought-out adventurism, especially as such an adventure would necessitate tons of help to move, and require for ever more, tons of help to maintain the adventure, definitely very high maintenance, a veritable inefficient use of scarce resources. Whereas here, at least until “the machine stops”, the realities and practicalities of the situation are all catered for, accommodation, finances, community, transport, health maintenance, the works (except romance, but, Pete, BE realistic!). Any consideration of tornadoes or whirlwinds seems, especially in the absence of any empirical evidence, mere fantasy and day-dreaming. I may be good at day-dreaming, but it doesn’t really change reality very much, if at all.
1700513/20130617a) You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry June 17, 2013Posted by pete1844 in Short Story.
add a comment 18:27 BST (British Summer Time). Kamal, 13th (Qadrat) Nur, 170 BE Perfection, Power of Light Monday, 17th June 2013 AD
Winston’s cousin, Randolph, worked at the Ministry of Peace in Cambridge whipping up war-fever for the success of Oceania for the western elite. The work was relentless, stressful and stretched both his stamina AND his loyalty to Big Brother to its limits, but he had one over his cousin, since his hiking trip into the countryside had given him covert contact with “the authors”, those activists who had read Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451″ before The Change, and had taken its message to heart. With great care Randolph avoided the telescreens and seeing-eye drones as he made contact at the arranged rendez-vous and met with “the authors” again in a wood just outside city limits. He became fascinated with the knowledge that “the authors” divulged and decided by the end of their meeting, to render to memory a proscribed work by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi on the skills and results of Transendental Meditation. After The Change, when every government on Earth had become overnight oppressive and tyrannical and had declared illegal any work that stimulated independent thought. In the interests of the national security of the elite, of course. Randolph started to practice what he was committing to memory, and whereas in his conditioned, brainwashed, indoctrinated mind, there was no opposition to the war-mongering tub-thumping for Oceania, and his new found knowledge was to be used to enhance his continental jingoism, the meditation of the Hindu backed Maharishi had different ideas. His meditative reverie explored corners and subtleties of his consciousness that Randolph had never suspected existed, and soon he was also noticing that the sonic and video frequencies of the telescreens were no longer jamming his ability to dream, whilst asleep, and with the drawn-back elastic of his mind springing back into freedom, the deluge of deliriously joyous utopian visions, as well as the nightmarish warnings of negativity was like an LSD trip with no boundaries, and with contact with “the authors” at a premium, no buddy to either accompany him on the fall-out of a bad dream, or to de-brief him afterwards. As Randolph rode his bicycle to the Ministry, he found himself amazed at Nature, as he began anew to realise those forces not at the whim of The Party. He also began to realise that his natural intelligence and imagination was taking his consciousness into areas that The Party would not only label “anti-social” and “anti-Party”, but would also label incomprehensible, as his mind delved into subjects, that the Party’s intelligence could not handle. He was deliriously happy, but his intellect became even sharper, and his rational analysis of risks from above was becoming equal to its task. Then, month’s later, when the new paradigm was settled and well-founded in his perceptions and comprehension, he discovered a Truth that Winston himself would have found impossible to accept, even in his most rebellious resolve against Big Brother. Randolph discovered “The Kingdom on Earth”, the mythical fulfillment of the Lord’s Prayer, that even the Christians had long ago forgotten as a wishful dream and fantasy that was never going to happen in this life. One of “the authors” had seen in his eyes a spark of spirit and had sought him out in private, and slipped him a dog-eared copy of “Baha’u'llah and The New Era” written in the 1920s, by Dr John Ebenezer Esslemont. After his intellect had absorbed the intellectual content of this book, his mind was curious to find more and after he read “The Dawnbreakers” by Nabil-i-Azam his heart and soul started to awaken to the idea that this was not merely a political New Jerusalem but also The Kingdom of God on Earth, a religious epic, that the Gospel of Jesus was merely a prelude to, a prefiguring, a forerunner. And he became a Baha’i, which, under The Party, and Big Brother, was an adventure that he could never have imagined beforehand. Necessity was the mother of invention, and sheer survival called for heroism, courage, and indomitable faith on a scale that beggared belief. Reality changed for Randolph then, his sight and hearing becoming aligned to truths and perceptions that Big Brother would not only not comprehend but also dangerously underestimate. A mere phantom of earthly power is hardly a match for a God that the earthly power is sure does not exist.