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1710314/20140511a) Watching. May 11, 2014

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21:42, BST (British Summer Time)

Jamal, 14th Jamal, 171 BE
Beauty, Speech of Beauty
Year number 19, Vahid, (Unity)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Sunday, 11th May 2014 AD
 
“Get away from screens of any kind” reminds me of “1984” where all “telescreens” are also cameras, as in “The Truman Show”. “They HAVE the technology”. And all telephones are microphones. Watching “Hardwired” (2009) in which the world is ruled by a dystopian facist junta as described by George Carlin in his film, “No Choice”, and Cuba Gooding Junior is MKUltraed into a military weapon by the junta. You couldn’t make it up! Full of suspense. Can Vladimir Putin overcome the fascist junta, restore democratic representative government without cornering the junta and prompting them to destroy civilisation in a thermo-nuclear war and to put mankind’s evolution back three thousand years. Presumably “Hope Industries run by Val Kilmer” is a reference to Mr Obama’s campaign, before he won the election in 2008, and before his inauguration in 2009, when he was briefed by “the junta” about the real situation in which within his government is another (shadow) government over which he has NO control. As shown in “Hardwired”, real hope lies with insubordinate bastards acting as hackers, whistle-blowers and activists smart enough to stay alive and free. The fact that those working for Hope Industries and the junta refer to Cuba as “the product” shows the moral imbecility and bankruptcy of the regime, and the dehumanisation inherent in its secular, atheistic, materialistic, corporatist scientism, a truly evil and pernicious cancer which has poisoned western civilisation to its roots. Project 660? A reference the murder of Ali in 661 AD and the destruction of the spirit of Islam? The picture looks strangely lacking in colour, just like the bottom left and bottom right photos in the grid of nine communities’ meetings shown on the powerpoint slide shown at the CRM in Marlow on 7th September 2007. Those communities were in the USA, the other eight were in colour, and the rest of the world. The “colourisation” of the USA is the issue with the highest priority in the world today. Just noticed, in this world of “hardwired”, everything looks black and white because all the company logos are shown in exaggerated colour. That sums it all up, that the hype, spin and bullshit from the corporations is shown in enhanced colour, like taking a narcotic, which shows up reality as lifeless in comparison. “If carried to excess, civilization will prove as prolific a source of evil as it had been of goodness when kept within the restraints of moderation.” (Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. 342). Civilisation itself has become the human race’s worst enemy.

Watching “A Brilliant Mind” (2001) starring Russell Crowe and Jennifer Donelly. Amazing that he was able to pass himself off as normal for so long. Maybe its that instinct for not mentioning thoughts which wouldn’t be acceptable to others, that dishonest censoring of self that enables functioning in society but is nevertheless a lie. Why the creation of an external threat? As in Kafka’s “The Trial“? An exterior reflection of something inside. Something inside so terrifying that it cannot be realised within, and externalising it renders it easier to process. And what is within, so terrifying? A psychosis. A memory so abominable that it cannot be remembered, cannot be faced within, so is externalised to be processed. A memory that is too bad, too terrifying, to be remembered? Oh, the springs, the springs? “Get back to bed this minute”, or something far worse? Or something deeper than a memory of something external. Maybe a memory of something within? Maybe inexorable logic. I felt emptiness within, which gave cause to feel an external evil, that the universe is empty of meaning and purpose too. But that perception of what is out there, was only a reflection of inner emptiness, meaninglessness, purposelessness. And where did that inner emptiness come from? I can’t remember!

Watching John Nash being given pens by his colleagues reminded me that I was given one such pen at a Persian restaurant on Cowley Road a while back, and I asked it it was connected to the film. Then I remembered another exchange and suggested that it might not count if I had a brilliant mind but which was not open as well. Maybe arguing about how the abjad 9 of “baha” is made up, has more significance than I thought. B = 2, short a = 0, h = 5, long a = 1, squiggle hamza to indicate a glottal stop of a throat throttling gh sound? = 1. 2  + 5 + 1 + 1 = 9. The opposing view was that the short a = 1, and that the squiggle on the end doesn’t count. I disagreed and was told that I didn’t have an open mind. If choosing instead of No 6, refusing to choose the person who avers that a short a = 1, then she was right, I do NOT have an open mind, and therefore even if i DO have a brilliant mind, it doesn’t count, and the pen means nothing. Too bad.

“Even those who, in their folly and temerity had, in Baghdad, in Karbila, in Qum, in Kashan, in Tabriz and in Tihran, arrogated to themselves the rights, and assumed the title of “Him Whom God shall make manifest” were for the most part instinctively led to seek His presence, confess their error and supplicate His forgiveness. As time went on, fugitives, driven by the ever-present fear of persecution, sought, with their wives and children, the relative security afforded them by close proximity to One who had already become the rallying point for the members of a sorely-vexed community. Persians of high eminence, living in exile, rejecting, in the face of the mounting prestige of Bahá’u’lláh, the dictates of moderation and prudence, sat, forgetful of their pride, at His feet, and imbibed, each according to his capacity, a measure of His spirit and wisdom. Some of the more ambitious among them, such as Abbas Mirza, a son of Muhammad Shah, the Vazir-Nizam, and Mirza Malkam Khan, as well as certain functionaries of foreign governments, attempted, in their short-sightedness, to secure His support and assistance for the furtherance of the designs they cherished, designs which He unhesitatingly and severely condemned. Nor was the then representative of the British government, Colonel Sir Arnold Burrows Kemball, consul-general in Baghdad, insensible of the position which Bahá’u’lláh now occupied. Entering into friendly correspondence with Him, he, as testified by Bahá’u’lláh Himself, offered Him the protection of British citizenship, called on Him in person, and undertook to transmit to Queen Victoria any communication He might wish to forward to her. He even expressed his readiness to arrange for the transfer of His residence to India, or to any place agreeable to Him. This suggestion Bahá’u’lláh declined, choosing to abide in the dominions of the Sultan of Turkey. And finally, during the last year of His sojourn in Baghdad the governor Namiq-Pasha, impressed by the many signs of esteem and veneration in which He was held, called upon Him to pay his personal tribute to One Who had already achieved so conspicuous a victory over the hearts and souls of those who had met Him. So profound was the respect the governor entertained for Him, Whom he regarded as one of the Lights of the Age, that it was not until the end of three months, during which he had received five successive commands from Ali Pasha, that he could bring himself to inform Bahá’u’lláh that it was the wish of the Turkish government that He should proceed to the capital. On one occasion, when ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and Aqay-i-Kalim had been delegated by Bahá’u’lláh to visit him, he entertained them with such elaborate ceremonial that the Deputy-Governor stated that so far as he knew no notable of the city had ever been accorded by any governor so warm and courteous a reception. So struck, indeed, had the Sultan Abdu’l-Majid been by the favorable reports received about Bahá’u’lláh from successive governors of Baghdad (this is the personal testimony given by the Governor’s deputy to Bahá’u’lláh himself) that he consistently refused to countenance the requests of the Persian government either to deliver Him to their representative or to order His expulsion from Turkish territory.” (Shoghi Effendi, God Passes By, p. 130).
As far as being “Obese” with a BMI of 34.1 is concerned, I’ve noticed that after taking 6 100 mgs tablets of Quetiapine/Seroquel spaced throughout the day, by the end of the evening, my appetite and craving for carbs is difficult to suppress. Any hackers want to take down big pharma, in order to make megavitamin therapy able to publicise its discoveries since 1951? I wonder if “being brought to its knees” might mean what happened to Japan in 1945. Total destruction of most ships taking supplies, a demand from the allies (the BRICS countries and associates) of unconditional surrender, a change in allegiance from the USA to the PRC of Japan, an economic collapse in the EU, air superiority, and a couple of thermo-nuclear bombs to “close the deal”. I wonder who is watching the watcher?

1710313/20140510a) Wide Awake and Not Able to Sleep May 10, 2014

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06:35, BST (British Summer Time)

Jalal, 13th Jamal, 171 BE
Glory, Power of Beauty
Year number 19, Vahid, (Unity)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Saturday, 10th May 2014 AD

 

Awoke today at 05:28 and by 06:29 had brushed my teeth, unable to go back to sleep and not particularly interested in watching the second half of the second episode of a documentary by Lucy Worsley on George the Second. Waking up early and not being able to go back to sleep is not a good sign of health, and is indicative of a large potential for depression or worse. Watch this space. It will be interesting to see how I deal with the stress in this situation.

09:51, Tension released, all relaxed and calm again, listening to Kate Bush, “The Whole Story”.

1710309/20140506a) Millenialism not everyone’s cup of tea. May 6, 2014

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Fidal, 9th Jamal, 171 BE
Grace, Names of Beauty
Year number 19, Vahid, (Unity)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Tuesday, 6th May 2014 AD

I realised this evening something that many would consider obvious perhaps, that some people even well-versed in Scripture, are not interested in, and even find discussion of it offensive, if the subject becomes millenialism or end-times theology. I suppose to me my way, and to them their way, and there can be no compulsion in religion. But it seems strange to me when the three criteria which need to be met for a soul to be accepted by God, as well as believing in Him, and acting righteously, include believing in The Last Day. Surely if we are exhorted in such strong terms to believe in The Last Day, we ought to be free to discuss what it means, even though we may not be able to predict when it will occur. When there is talk in the OT of the House of God on a hill, Matthew chapter 24 in the Gospel of Jesus, and talk of two trumpet blasts in the Qur’an being really, a little later just one trumpet blast, let alone the wealth of insights in the Baha’i Writings, it seems strange to me to turn a deaf ear to the whole subject.

1710305/20140502a) Dreams and Postcards. May 2, 2014

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 22:37 BST (British Summer Time)

Istiqlal, 5th Jamal, 171 BE
Independence, Light of Beauty
Year number 19, Vahid, (Unity)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Friday, 2nd May 2014 AD

 

Such things as postcards are made of. This weather, at this time of year, around May and June. When there is a high pressure system overhead and the air is crisp and clear, but full of pollen from a million species of plants. When, especially wearing amber sunglasses, the colour of nature’s new world, in its luxuriant greenery peppered with blossom, seems too luxuriant to be true, as if the viewer has been shifted violently into a paralell world, where nature is so supercharged as to seem as unreal as living in a sci-fi fantasy. The picture postcards, as uncannily beautiful and evocative as Claywell cottage wreathed in foliage and surrounded by flowers of every hue. Comet Hale-Bopp above the houses of Flatford Place, clouds scudding across the sky, backlit by a bright Moon, seen from Exeter College quad in Turl Street, with the amber windows in the medieval staircases, lit for undergraduate book-learning, and tonight, a crescent Moon, backlit with earthlight, above Holywell Street, with its multi-coloured period buildings, ideal as a backdrop for costume period dramas. But beyond the postcard, is the phenomenon of experiencing this Nature at its overpowering best. When the world seems made new, as if a different reality, manic psychosis may be just below the surface, when twigs on trees seem to move, when animals scurrying past can be seen out of the corner of your eye, and papparatsi flashbulbs go off in the middle of nowhere, as if from a journo in a parallel world, invisible to me in this, except the flash.