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1700605/20130628a) Niggles June 28, 2013

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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.

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1700513/20130617a) You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry June 17, 2013

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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.

1700512/20130616a) Mainstream as well as extremist Islamist ideology is NOT Islam June 16, 2013

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12:38 BST (British Summer Time).
Jamal, 12th (‘Ilm) Nur, 170 BE
Beauty, Knowledge of Light
Sunday, 16th June 2013 AD

Watching Tony Robinson, leader of the EDL on “Free Speech” on BBC3, and finding that the core issue is not being addressed, namely what constitutes true Islam, and sidestepping the fact that neither extremist Al Kaeda types, or mainstream Wahabi or Salefi extremists, or ordinary mullah Islam, Sunni or Shiah, that none of these brands of “Islam”, whether extremist OR mainstream, are remotely truly in accord with either the letter or the spirit of the Qur’an. TRUE Islam is more along the lines of Shaykh Ahmad i Ahsa’i and Siyyid Kazim i Rashti, which is regarded by most Muslims who have heard of them as an obscure, forgotten offshoot. But the fact that the “Islam” followed by most Muslims does not reflect remotely the truth of the Qur’an does not legitimise the crimes committed by the west either in the past or the present to Muslim countries in order to plunder their natural resources, or to create an enemy to give a reason d’etre for their arms industries. Tony Robinson was not given an opportunity to explain himself, and was shouted down. The truth is still being suppressed. To me, all these problems are theological, and the only source of clarification and explanation is the Baha’i Faith, but it seems that for whatever reason, the establishment is desperately trying to ignore that the Baha’i Faith exists, let alone allow its explanations to reconcile and heal the theological conflicts that are tearing apart faiths, internally such as Sunni versus Shiah, or between faiths such as Christian versus Muslim. The ONLY force that has any chance to reconciling the faiths and giving them internal unity, is the Baha’i Revelation, and if they try to unite without the Baha’i Revelation, they will fail.

“O people, if ye deny these verses, by what proof have ye believed in God? Produce it, O assemblage of false ones. Nay, by the One in Whose hand is my soul, they are not, and never shallbe able to do this, even should they combine to assist one another.” (Baha’u’llah (1817-1892)).

Pete, what do you want to be in the next world? A stone!

1700510/20130614a) Puss Puss! June 14, 2013

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 16:56 BST (British Summer Time).

Istiqlal, 10th (‘Izzat) Nur, 170 BE
Independence, Might of Light
Friday, 14th June 2013 AD
 
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b02xcvhw/Horizon_20122013_The_Secret_Life_of_the_Cat/
 
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b02xcng8/Horizon_20122013_Little_Cat_Diaries/
 
 

1700509/20130613a) My Hatred is a Problem June 13, 2013

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15:42 BST (British Summer Time).
Istijlal, 9th (Asma) Nur, 170 BE
Majesty, Names of Light
Thursday, 13th June 2013 AD

“Taste ye what your hands have wrought!”  said Baha’u’llah in the form of a dire warning. Sounds to me as if one of the intended recipients for this was the shadow government.

I think there is a faculty in human nature, which is often strongly present in young children, when they complain, “It’s not fair!” Teenagers as well often strongly feel violent indignation at injustice. Even though I’m relatively old at 57, I’ve only been aware of the evils strongly but covertly entrenched in western civilization for about 6 or 7 years. The source of my radicalisation has not been the injustices committed by the western shadow government against the Islamic countries, but the injustices committed against the sick and inform in western countries by the pharmaceutical industry, since perhaps selfishly, I found myself to be a victim of the pharmaceutical industry myself to an almost unbelievable extent. Just imagine. I was a compliant, co-operative, and trusting patient of the NHS for 35 years, largely because I was ignorant of the facts, and therefore trusted the NHS to tell the truth and to deal honestly with me. Big mistake! As soon as I started to benefit from the effects of complimentary medicines which were not on the NHS menu, someone seemed to lean on my consultant so that his attitude became dishonest, and then the fight was on. They had been rumbled, and I was incandescent with rage. Reading of the story of Dr Abram Hoffer, it became clear that the mainstream of the west, how public opinion is being led in the west, is riddled with lies. It became apparent to me that the west has been run by criminals for decades, and no one knows, because they believe the lies peddled by the BBC and like-minded propaganda machines. It’s as though I’d been living in Nazi Germany under Hitler for decades, but didn’t realise it because Goebbels’ propaganda machine had become so effective and subtle. It’s worse than “1984”! So, whom are the recipients of my hatred? The pharmaceutical industry, the NHS, the western shadow government, the banksters who finance these evils, the murderers of the two Kennedys, John Lennon, therefore the CIA, MI5 and MI6, white supremacists, English and American nationalists who believe in the Anglo-American Empire, the Empire itself, intelligence services in general. That’s enough, perhaps, a long enough list. And that’s without even starting to mention the evils and crimes committed against humanity outside the pale of “white man”. The genocides against the red skinned peoples, the black skinned peoples, the brown skinned peoples, the yellow skinned peoples. When I consider the crimes committed by “white man”, and recognise my own colour as white, or pink, my nationality and culture as English, I feel like vomiting with revulsion at the evils that have been done on my behalf, in my name. Self loathing doesn’t begin to describe it. I feel as if England should hand over power to the ordinary working people of England, fire the elite, declare independence from US, UK and European capitalist corporations, and become a self-governing peoples’ Kingdom, but that sounds too much like a bloody French Revolution which would produce more trouble than it solves, but it does express my hatred for the elite that is so criminal, and under whose authority and jurisdiction, I have to exist, under God decrees otherwise. “The unfaithful plotted and God plotted and verily God is the best of plotters”.

1700508/20130612a) Greased Lightning June 12, 2013

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22:02 BST (British Summer Time).
‘Idal, 8th (Kamal) Nur, 170 BE
Justice, Perfection of Light
Wednesday, 12th June 2013 AD

What if? What if we in the bosom of western civilization, are exposed to toxic spiritual and psychological memes every minute of our waking lives, from the wavelength of electro-magnetic radiation emanating from street lights at night, radio waves 24/7, possibly very strange radiation from gadgets we’re not told about such as HAARP or in earth orbit, gadgets using DEW technology, or ADS, beaming down radiation with the same effect. What about the influence of language, highlighted by Eric Blair as “newspeak” and utilising know-how such as NLP, Six Sigma Training, Scientology or other mind-bending and toxic ways of thinking, or as George Orwell would call it, in “1984”, double-think, treble-think, or for the really clever, quadruple-think. Television, cinema and the press! Newspeak and doublethink. Advertising slogans everywhere exhorting us all to obey, consume, work, acquire, compete, enjoy… Just like John Carpenter’s “They Live!” And what can we all possibly do to insulate ourselves from these noxious influences? How about a “rebooting” of our own software installed in our own hardware, every 24 hours. I find that to neutralise the torrent of toxic memes running through my living room like an open sewer, reciting “The Greatest Name” of God, a derivative of Baha (Glory, Splendour, Light), namely, “Allah’u’Abha” (God the Most Glorious), 95 times daily, empties my mind of toxic memes, and instead strengthens a meme which is authentically from God, that’s the Creator of the Space-Time Continuum, not a medieval old bearded man sitting on a cloud and using mankind as a dustbin for his own emotional issues such as being grumpy. I sing this invocation of God’s Greatest Name using a tune created by a Baha’i music group called Gyenyame. And another aspect of implementing this very effective spiritual domestic house-keeping, which makes it as effective as “greased lightning” as well as the software and hardware that it is daily spring-cleaning, is to be SYSTEMATIC. Indeed, to act with deliberate, conscious, willful independence of thought, spirit and emotion, is to be liberated from the world, to some extent. It seems to me useful to avoid all those influences that act on a mind which is set to drift, open to chance, random messages from the environment. When our surroundings are full of stimuli, like a kaleidoscope, some from Nature, some from men and their media, and SOME from God through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, and His Word, we must filter, choose and perhaps its in our interests to be in control and the filtering and choosing should be ours.  These random items of conditioning, brainwashing and mind-control, whether or not deliberate, whether or not conscious, and if so, whoever is responsible, have no dominion over a mind deliberately following a course of action, with method, systematically, deliberately, consciously. So I rambled, not concise and to the point. That does happen, sometimes.

1700507/20130611a) Manning, Assange, Drake, Snowden: heroes to go down in history as heroes. June 11, 2013

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12:55 BST (British Summer Time).
Fidal, 7th (Kalimat) Nur, 170 BE
Grace, Words of Light
Tuesday, 11th June 2013 AD
 
Righteous indignation against the elite doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about the people responsible for this corruption at the height of those in authority on this planet. After receiving a standard answer concerning the Boston bombings being a false flag by Blackwater, advocating believing the official report when it comes out, I replied to point out or perhaps to imply that the whole world KNOWS that official reports lie through their teeth, and gave a few examples, JFK, RFK, John Lennon, Dr David Kelly, 9/11, 7/7. I don’t expect a sensible reply. The time is surely coming when “the satanic deeds done in the gloom of night shall be laid bare and manifest before the peoples of the world” (Baha’u’llah (1817-1892) written in about 1852) and there’s not a damned thing the CIA, the NSA, the DHS or any other agency of a globally detested elite can do about it. Even the CIA is trumped by God to an extent that makes the CIA a contradiction in terms. As for MI5 and a half….. the dreaded name Johnny English comes to mind!

So, who is the enemy? It’s really the harlot of Babylon (Halliburton?) which exploits foreign countries to plunder their natural resources, and paints the freedom fighters of those countries as terrorists, through false flag events. And if anyone took the trouble to actually read about the future of this harlot in Revelations, it becomes obvious that this harlot is going to be “taken out and taken down” by the very freedom fighters being labeled as the evil, through the lies of western propaganda. Then, and only then, will the Beast of these freedom fighters, themselves be replaced by the forces of good, the Kingdom of God on Earth.

Snowden offered asylum in Russia? Putin becomes more of a hero and saviour (with a small “s” of course) of the world with every event that shows up the hypocrisy of the “democratic” west.

Latest comment is that Edward Snowden isn’t on the run, the American government is on the run. S’good! Or as Alex Jones has it, “The Empire’s on the run”.

1700506/20130610c) The Fall 5 June 10, 2013

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20:52 BST (British Summer Time).
Kamal, 6th (Rahmat) Nur, 170 BE

Perfection, Mercy of Light
Monday, 10th June 2013 AD

Its 20:52, and after Springwatch starring Michaela Stracken and Nature, and the last episode starring Gillian Anderson, FBI agent Scully from The X-Files, and hopefully DI Stella Gibson will catch, convict and sentence Paul Spector for being spiritually and morally and criminally sick and unfit to exercise the prerogatives of citizenship.

A typical end to the series, “to be continued” in a further series, with no closure, just like “Homeland” ridiculed by its star Damien Lewis publicly in an awards ceremony. Psychologically, this kind of suspense, refuses to deliver justice, reducing the average citizen’s belief in good irrevocably triumphing over evil. Its is sponsoring anxiety, fear, disempowerment of the populace, and therefore a psychological offensive attack on the well-being psychologically of the masses. The government therefore, or more exactly, the shadow government, is at war with the people, trying desperately to undermine their confidence, strength, moral courage, independence of thought and freedom to be a whistle-blower. The lines are drawn, though the people are largely unaware. The first shots have been fired, albeit with a silencer, and targets have already fallen, draped in accident or suicide. Its as though snipers are picking off innocent targets, and no one has yet noticed. The enemy of mankind are its own supposed protectors.

This reminds me of M/C played by Dame Judy Dench in “Skyfall” saying that the enemies are “in the shadows”. They are rather located in the “shadow government”, or as President Bill Clinton put it, “There’s a government within the government over which I have no trouble”. Such enemies as enemies of Bostonians bombing their marathon and paid to do so by their employer, the military contractor Blackwater, being paid by the Pentagon, or rogue elements within the Pentagon, and then having it blamed on “the enemy”, the religion of Muhammad, personified in Chechen rebel terrorists. This is a world war between the West and Islam, being fomented and provoked by the shadow government. Ordinary westerners and Muslims are both communities of humans, but both are being either dehumanised in themselves by the western culture, or being dehumanised in the eyes of their adversaries by their own authorities. But I’m getting tired, and my logic is failing, so I’ll stop warbling.

1700506/20130610b) The screaming E-B-Geebies. June 10, 2013

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20:41 BST (British Summer Time).
Kamal, 6th (Rahmat) Nur, 170 BE

Perfection, Mercy of Light
Monday, 10th June 2013 AD

Reginald Spalding, no relation, woke up and waddled grudgingly into the bathroom and spied himself in the mirror to look a bit like Herge’s Tin Tin with that silly little quiff atop his nondescript looking head and wondered why, every time he awoke, he felt like the leading man, a non-existent ant-hero, in a Philip K Dick sci-fi novel. He checked his mobile and found a missed call from the NYPD, a friend, a social call, and ended up in a cruiser, the one allocated to his friend, and then ended up in a helicopter jetting its way across NY port authority inlets and gazed at the impossible skyscape extending itself in all directions below him. Why would he want to live in NY, he asked his soul, using the rational intellectual part of his consciousness. Where else, his soul replied, with as much of an explanation as any woman would give, none. He rolled his eyes at his soul’s lack of transparency, and again considered himself, for the umpteenth time, clinically insane. The sat nav on the computer chirped up with the ETA, of nineteen minutes, to their destination, the home of Tony Stretch, an NY acquaintance, who had developed a new interest in a subject he knew little about, unlike his NYPD chum who knew a lot, The Baha’i Faith. What a way to get a ride to a fireside, he thought to himself. But now that Heinlein Corporation Shipstones were as cheap as laptops had become twenty years before, and helicopters thus cheap to fly as well, a trip in an NYPD helicopter, paid for and used out of the hours of professional police service, was no longer a thing of impossibility. The thrill and vista of it still made Reg’s heart full and his eyes as well. This was a childhood dream fulfilled in shedloads. His eyes rolled again. His inner parent tolerated his inner child like the scathing and sarcastic father he wished he’d never known. Such is life’s rich pageant, his rational and cynical mind scolded his inmost soul again, with mocking disdain. He’d have to do something about his mind, his soul thought to himself, and turned back his focus to again enjoying the view of millions of office lights turning facades of office blocks into shades of grey, a seventh or ninth wonder of the western world, western civilization, the saving of which was the topic of tonight’s fireside. Should be interesting, he thought to his soul.

1700506/20130610a) Gutted June 10, 2013

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 Kamal, 6th (Rahmat) Nur, 170 BE

Perfection, Mercy of Light
Monday, 10th June 2013 AD

 Just had a bad dream of the worst kind, leaving me feeling gutted, just like those metal statues of people in the plush hotels of Limassol, Cyprus in 2007 which apparently had had their stomachs removed. Oh, well, I’ve been here before, and I know its just a case of “grin and bear it”. The situation will never improve, there’s nothing I can do to either change myself or my environment, so its a case of passively accepting hell and enduring it, since there is no way of escaping it, either in this world or the next. Can God help? I don’t think so, the only expectations being that either this situation will continue, or will be replaced by one identical to it with different dramatis personae.