I’ve written alot of late, about lots of things, and quite frankly, putting them in as separate posts seems rather poinltess. So, I’m going to add them in here as one post, and you can make of them what you will.
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England is like an animal carcass left in the desert.
The sun has beaten down and dried it out, while the vultures have feasted and picked at it over and over again, until all that remains is tattered remains, with bare bones forced out into the light. Fair enough, the worms are still in residence and still feeding, but their diet is growing scarcer and scarcer as the days go by. Happy to have what little they can find.
The birds keep arriving and taking their fill, while the worms desperately dine on what remains. But with every day, more flesh is taken, more bones are revealed.
But like the corpse, the bones are still there.
And once all the flesh has gone, and the worms have died and the birds have flown away for the last time, forgetting with ease their scavenged banquet, the bones will remain.
But the bones are enough.
Time and scavengers, waves of pestilence, and the blazing sun will not render them forgotten or disappeared.
If we must wait until the bones of this once great island are all that remains, then those who have faith must and will wait. Maybe only then will we be able to build again the body of England.
Until then we must live on what remains, for until we choose otherwise, we are just worms, picking at the scraps that the crows have either yet to eat, or will not swallow until all else is gone.
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Here is the West, we exist in a consumer culture.
We are urged through our culture to spend.
They used to say ‘they don’t make things like they used to.’
Its true.
Because if you have something that lasts, you don’t need to spend money on a new one.
That computer you just brought for £1000 will be out of date in 6 months.
The digital camera you just brought will be discontinued in 1 year, so if it breaks, it’s actually cheaper to buy a new one than get it repaired.
We are conditioned by the media and what is seen as cultural norms, to have the most up to date item possible.
All those people who still have VHS video recorders are looked upon as dinosaurs in the modern world. People who still listen to vinyl are the same.
The whole aim of our culture is to work to earn and then spend it all
Work – earn – buy – work – earn – update – work
We are all aware of the items we take home from the shops.
But what else are we buying?
What else are we spending our money on?
More importantly, what is someone else spending our money on?
This is a list of the other things we indirectly pay for when we earn.
We pay for research into biological weapons
We pay for small arms manufacture, 1,000,000 items of which goes missing each year.
We pay for the bombs that are dropped in Iraq & Afghanistan.
We pay for the bullets fire in every major conflict around the world.
We pay for every piece of military ordinance and equipment used by our governments.
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If morality exists within our present political framework, then it exists deep within
the darkest corners of individual minds and there it is kept hidden. The reason is
simple. It is not only the general public who exist with fear, but those in positions
of power. It is much easier to concentrate on silent consent of policy than risk losing
your position for speaking out against decisions that your leaders make.
In the case of Gary McKinnon, it is fear of repercussions in our, oh so very special
relationship with the US, a relationship that year by year seems to be becoming a one
way street. This is further reinforced by allegations of collusion with subjects like
the rendition flights being granted access to UK soil to refuel on their way to
countries in North Africa and the Middle East.
This fear instigated silence must be a terrible price to pay, but I firmly believe,
like all things are very soon accepted, as if all things, everything becomes acceptable
with repetition. And of course once an action is not fought on its moral grounds,
the individual who says nothing can not say anything in retrospect because they have
become part of the act, and so as guilty as the instigator.
It is the same for ministers who accept immoral decisions as it was with the guards
who patrolled the concentration camps. They did what they thought was right, they did
what they were ordered, they did what they did because they feared standing up for the
silent voice in their soul that made them know that it was wrong. They were surviving.
But at what cost?
The end result is the loss of integrity, the lose of conscience, and in that sad
example, the lose of thousands of lives.
We live in a world of this doctrine.
The UN will vocally denounce the military actions of some countries, while its 5
permanent members are amongst the largest exporters of military hardware on the
planet, often providing the bombs and guns used in the very same wars they denounce.
The official committees who stand for Human Rights are impotent when faced against
the agenda’s of world powers, so they cry and complain and are ultimately ignored.
Personally, I believe the present home secretary should be pitied for his decision
over the extradition of UK nationals at the behest of the Americans. Whets a sorry
excuse for a man, to not stand up for the right of UK nationals to be tried on UK
soil, rather than have his orders issued by another country.
Is there anything left of England, of Great Britain, or the United Kingdom?
To quote a song, they are Selling England, by the Pound.
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Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?
This life, this ‘dream’?
What do we do in it? What is our place within this?
I have of late been having odd dreams. Ok, not an amazing
thing to say, but to me something of merit, of note.
In my life I’ve had….well…odd dreams, dreams that felt as
if they went my own, and dreams that were connected to
others, people I’ve known, dreams of things that were about
to happen.
Now personally, these dreams have scared the crap out of
me, cos lets face it, outside of movies, things like that aren’t
meant to happen.
But they did happen, and yep, they came true of sorts.
I had a dream last night, and besides the stuff I could attribute
to stuff I’d watched on TV, the final bit sticks in my mind, even
now, 12 hours later.
It was a crowd of people, 36,000 people in fact. All representing
the amount of children who die everyday due to famine, poverty,
disease, the usual stuff.
The crowd was a protest, 36,000 people standing silent facing
parliament, all wearing child masks, African children. All silent
facing the workplace of those who pretend to have our best
interests at heart.
Silent.
Staring.
A face for every child who died that day.
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It takes a supreme spirit to be able to write and drink and take drugs, all at the same time.
It takes a supreme spirit to write in the first place!
To commit those intimacies that fog the mind and throw them up into words, there for all the world to read.
The ultimate outcome of writing something that others read, is that you will be judged, just for the act of letting your thoughts out of the brain and into something tangible.
So, why do people bother when they know the outcome.
To place yourself on a soapbox and let others metaphorically pelt you with rancid opinion. They threw out the stocks as a form of public punishment long ago, but writers place themselves in that position with every word, with every sentence.
So, as I cannot speak for the self flagellation of others, I must speak for myself.
Why bother to write?
Why waste your time in creating something that others will question, praise or mock.
As if they even have the right to.
You might say that it’s brave to expose yourself in such a way.
Well, maybe it is.
While others keep their visions and dreams and delusions in their heads, the writer casts aside the skulls captivity and lets others look inside, like your head has become something made of glass, revealing the bubbling babble within.
The reasons for writing are many. Fame. Money. The need to stir others to say something. The need to say something. Out of these, only the last is of importance.
The writer is the bravest of men or women.
The writer crucifies themselves before the reader, open seeping wounds and all.
They don’t write, they bleed, because the idea, the word, is the same as blood. An essential fluid that makes us able to live.
But first, you have to set the stage.
You can just sit down, as I have in the past, at a railway station and fill the space of a train ticket with thoughts and prose, and some of the best ideas take form in that way.
But a writer must aim to have no structure of mind, or in fact, they must aim to have as little consideration for structure as they physically can.
So.
First there is the medium.
Pen, paper, typewriter, word processor. They’re all the same.
They are just ways to form what comes out of your head. They are not part of writing. They are just the way to present it in a tangible form. Otherwise it’s just words coming out of your mind and then your mouth, and out into the ether and so lost.
No structure is how you get your mindset for such an act of defiance, as writing is.
Defiance I here you say?
Yes, because our world doesn’t seek to listen to others. Its far too busy concentrating on the important things. Pointless creation that leads to consumerism and so to money. Nobody really wants to read anything. It’s just that thankfully, the writer, as a source of impetus, forces the written word down the throats of those open enough to read. The writer may be brave, but they also have to be arrogant and selfish enough to act.
Someone wise beyond their years once said that birth and death are the same. We don’t ask for either. Writing is just the same.
Oh, people will chronicle things in the name of history or event or education and fair enough, but you have to remember that this has no creation to it. It’s simply placing something that has happened in the world or that someone should know, down in print for posterity. So it won’t be forgotten. These things are not from the mind of someone, only in the form of interpretation. True writing comes straight from the imagination like a mental enema, flushing out all that swims about in the mind and leaving it splashed over the page, like a discharge, evident for all to see.
Some will see patterns.
Some will only see a mess.
Some will see nothing at all.
The real classic writers will create things that no one understands, and there you have the reason behind such an act.
To throw off conformity.
Conformity to the reader’s ability or society’s ability, not to read, but to read and understand.
This brings me back to drugs and drink and writing.
If someone lubricates themselves so that their words seem a babble, that even the writer lacks the understanding to decipher, then surely this is as true to mental evacuation as possible and so is at its most honest.
A stream of consciousness, from someone seeking unconsciousness.
But if a drug takes away the desire to write anything, then it’s really useless. Because the words are trapped, unable to utilise the medium, whatever that might be, and without the medium the word is just a thought, neither free nor able to be judged.
The writer must always put themselves in the way of judgement.
That’s what they do.
Otherwise you’re just a guy, or a girl, sitting and thinking all kinds of weirdness, but not having the power to expose themselves before their peers.
A writer must embrace this. Must willingly offer themselves to the fatuous masses. They’ve got to be a dog’s dinner. Waiting for the slobbering, saliva dripping maw of public opinion.
If it brings them wealth then they have succeeded and failed at the same time.
If they gain fame, then they are at risk of tailoring the meal of their souls to fit the tastes of others and so are not writing what they should. For they will soon begin to tailor their thoughts to the wants of the dogs.
If you have the courage to place your consciousness and even sanity in danger in order to spew your thoughts into the medium, then you are a true writer. Because, lets face it, if you have no care for your mind, you certainly won’t be giving a rat stinking thought to what others might want.
It will only be by sheer chance that others will read such babble and think well of it.
The writer must be a base-jumper who is determined to take that leap, but who’s so drunk or stoned that they can’t recall if they’re wearing a parachute.
Those who gain a repeated tried and tested method, are not writers, because they not only know they’re wearing a parachute, but they have written proof by a third party that they’re wearing it, and have Polaroid’s of themselves putting it on.
They’re safe and they know it.
They’re not pushing boundaries, they’re jumping through hoops.
Writing should be about kicking dust in the face of your reader and daring them to continue.
You shouldn’t know you’re in danger. You shouldn’t even be thinking about that. You should just be doing it and fuck the outcome.
Good writing gathers readers by chance, not intention. The chance is that someone out there, in a world daubed with ballshit, clouded by petty vacuous consumerism, dwarfed by global corporations and a “what you should be wearing this summer” culture, clicks onto your wavelength and decides to read on.
But in the creation, the last person any writer should be thinking about is the reader. Screw them. They can like it or dislike it, the writer shouldn’t give a fuck either way.
All they should be thinking about is the joy that comes from creating something and the relief that comes from getting that clutter out of your head.
Writing should be Creative colonic irrigation.
That’s it, all that undigested meat of thought that has lain still and heavy in your brain, clogging you up. Wash that shit out.
The medium, type writer, word processor, it’s all the same. The creative alternative to a hose pipe up your arse.
Wash that shit out.
You’ll feel better afterwards.
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Oh God, the people of this country annoy me. They are so happily enslaved by all the superficial ballshit and media distraction that is thrown at them.
‘Nothing is truly more pitiful than the slave that thinks they are free.’
We have lounged in festering ignorance for so long, each knowing the truth but not having the energy to get up and do something about it.
They do so much to make dope illegal, but it’s like the whole population is stoned on that crap kind of dope that doesn’t create any fun, any laughter. Only drains the body and weighs it down with lethargy and stupor. They only need to decriminalise grass to complete the effect and truly make this nations people lose to anything but binges at the supermarket and distant memories of what they might have done to change their lot in life.
Fuckers!
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Society today is lacking symmetry in every aspect of its frustrated struggle to drag itself from day to day. Our society is like the face of severe stroke victim, the muscles slack and limp, hanging off the bone, distorted and at the mercy of only gravity, while its former structure, its former possibility of beauty remains opposing, a callous, mocking reflection of what once was in its pre-morbid state, there to taunt the bearer in every reflection, bringing only pain at the memories it declares to the victim.
A constant reminder of something that was.
A constant blighted reminder of what is.
And a promise of what will be, until death finally wipes the slate clean and memories are no more.
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The English people have lost their souls.
They have forgotten where they hid it, like a drunken man hiding his wallet in a foreign hotel room, only to wake in a dread filled panic, feeling like the victim of a multiply pile up car, but with no recollection of where he hid it.
The word GREAT should be stricken from our cultural identity and every history book written after about 1970, because we gave up our greatness when we embraced the self depravation that has lead us to lapse into the all consuming apathy that we exhibit today.
The total lack of will or comment on what has become of our cultural concept. Our apathy towards the issues we face today and that our children’s lives will be burdened by, as a result of our pointless adherence, without an expression of merit or validity.
We have become wordless, worthless peons, at the mercy of our government and the vicious agenda’s that it imposes on us without fear of accountability.
We grumble and moan like beaten slaves as events continue about us, but without the spine and courage to stand up and question our leader’s decisions. Have we been battered to the point that we will accept anything, as long as we don’t lose those luxuries that we count more important that our freedom and independence?
Accept everything but don’t take away East Enders, or my games console, or my new sofa, or my greenhouse, or my labelled cloths, or my two weeks in the sun.
Wipe up the last stains of dignity with energy monopolies and the erosion of civil liberties, but let me stay distracted and deluded.
We have become a majority of pitiful, self isolated individuals, blinkered to everything accept the hypnotists watch, as it sparkles and spins before our glazed, unfocused eyes.
We are like child abductions, simply thankful of anything that our abuser will give us of comfort, but ever ready to switch off and lay still, while he forces us to perform or penetrates us, his whispered warnings telling us we are worthless. Filling us with the fear that if resist, we will only deserve the fate that will follow, until the day comes when we accept anything, the feeling of pain or revulsion leaving us until we feel nothing at all.
Yes, there are some who speak out, there are some who stand up, but they are treated like lepers and freaks. Reckless poison vendors who should be treated with contempt by the herd, or greeted with isolation and police action until they limp away and resume their silent frustrations, while our puppeteers continue to act out their sick selfish theatre piece.
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The link between what happened in Germany and the issues that are leading people to turn to groups like the BNP here are very valid.
If you are prepared to vote for a nationalist organisation, you must be prepared to live with the outcomes of nationalism.
And you don’t have to look far to find them.
And they are never NEVER good. Its not rocket science. It’s a lesson learnt again and again.
But, sadly people who are desperate for change, who are disillusioned by a government, who don’t feel unrepresented or supported by their ‘leaders’ will always fall for it. Griffin and his buddies KNOW that they will get increased support. It’s inevitable while people fall back on ignorance and anger as their guiding lights.
But in the end, when nationalism triumphs, it will always boil down to one thing.
How PURE are you really?
How British are you really?
How worthy are you and your actions?
Hey! I can trace my family back to 1500 and they have all come from England so I’m not worried but let’s face it, most of us aren’t ethnically pure. Go back far enough and we’re descended from the French, the Italians, the Swedish and Norwegians.
But as was shown in Nazi Germany, in the end, there were Germans and there were Germans. The same will be the case anywhere that embraces a Nationalist agenda.
The BNP apparently speaks out for the British, but really what is that. It’s nothing to do with blood, and all to do with opinion and a jaded sense of self concept.
Yeah, there’s loads of people who will happily cry that’s they’re proud to be British or English, while sitting on their backsides, claiming long term benefits and bitching about how hard life is.
Yeah those foreigners coming over here, taking our jobs! Balls!!
Britain is no longer ‘great’ NOT because of immigration but because people continue to insist on being divided.
Voting in itself is and act of division.
If people suddenly woke up and realised that we don’t need to be divided because beyond all the superficial ballshit, we all have common aims and needs, and we were prepared to stand together and demand a change, this country would cease to be in the shit it is in.
We’re all angry about the MP expenses scandal, and fair go, but really….really….you know who is to blame for this action and the many disastrous actions in recent times.
YOU & ME!
Because on the whole, the people of this country have sat back and grumbled about everything that has happened, and done nothing. How many decisions has this government made that have effected our lives and we whined and bitched about it, but did nothing. The government have grown arrogant and self-interested because we have let them.
All the lives lost in pointless, economically based conflicts. Their blood is on our hands, because when we knew more about the motivations and lies involved in initiating such things, we approved with our silence.
The bombs and bullets that have led to more civilian casualties than military….we paid for them, because taxpayers money doesn’t just go into duck pond decoration and second homes, it went into the £722,307,327.62 in arms exports from the UK in 2007 alone!
The list of silently endorsed abuses goes on and on.
We have reached a point where we feel we have only limited choices and power, and politicians will tell us that the only way to change things is to vote.
POLITICIANS tell us that. The very people who will benefit from it. The very people we are now all whining about.
Here’s an example that will illustrate the whole thing nicely.
If the BNP somehow got into power, the first thing they would do, as all governments do in this situation, is to have a BIG party or meeting at No10 or wherever. It would be great, loads of happiness at being successful, lots to drink, great food, who knows.
But in the end, you know who would be paying for that party.
Yep!
You and me, the taxpayers.
That example illustrates the one simple truth. It’s all the same. Nothing would change. Here comes the new boss, same as the old boss.
Maybe we really need to spend less time bitching about the system, and start focusing on what governments and political groups don’t want us to be focusing on.
How to really change things.
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There are few things that claw at the heart and shrivel the soul than a people with as historically ingenious past as the British people, wallow in apathy and ill-founded disempowerment. They once said that this island was beyond the reach of invaders, yet those same invaders have crept into our hearts and snuffed the once bright spark of invention, initiative and the will to lead the world in every area, albeit science, art and creation in general. Once we were leaders, now we have been left barren with no will to stand up as once we did. It would be fair to say that the myth of Empire has vanished from these shores, yet I will never swear that it has gone forever. It is there, deep inside every man, woman and child. Not the arrogant urge to conquer and subjugate, but rather to rise again and take our place in the world rather than wait for the scraps from the world stage, like some poor relation, invited out of begrudging acknowledgement to a wealthy wedding.
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Thinking too big when facing the world’s condition or state is a bad idea.
It will overwhelm you if you approach such a huge series of inane and cruel issues that plague every part of your planet. Infection people with illness to sell a cure, killing and prostituting whole nations in the name of democracy, NGO’s living it up in third world countries while children sell themselves to pay of debt on your doorsteps, corporations dumping waste into our river ways, anonymous riot police acting like Nazi storm troopers towards peaceful protestors, money simply being debts to bankers paid off by wage slaves, often ignorant to the truth behind the thing they value so much, everything being a profit making company from MP’s to our local police, the class system manifest by politicians abusing their expense’s.
The list goes on and on, and the danger is that you may reach at point where you think to yourself, what can I do? It’s all too BIG!
The answer is simple.
Don’t.
Don’t focus on doing anything so large scale.
Focus all your energy on little victories.
Surely a thousand little victories count still?
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You know, all the study and investigation I have done into how the world is working, and for that matter, has worked for centuries I question.
Even though I know, I must search for more answers.
The perpetual state of wage slavery that we exist in and that we are encouraged to exist in. The literal truth that our potentials for profit and taxation are traded on the world money markets like cattle or market resources. The fact that we place ultimate value in nothing….only gaining solace from what we can covet and collect and ultimately throw away to replace with things of equal worthless. All this is meaningless if people don’t want to change, or would rather not know anything that might make them change.
And that is what I find as I speak about this stuff, sounding more and more like some raving prophet or madman. People who listen either hum or ha about it, and then avoid supporting me to help further my search, or there are the honest ones, who simply state, ‘I don’t want to know more than I know. I don’t want to open that door and find out something that will shake my grip on how I see the world and my place within it.’
They are happy, or as happy as they want to be, despite the injustice and abuse that they know they suffer at the hands of the powers that control us. They don’t want to change because the world they happily inhabit would not be there anymore, if things change. They will have lost their hold on something they’re familiar with, and so truth is something they wish not to see.
The ultimate question is this.
If we seek and find a solution, surely it is natural to spread this solution to others. Such is the way of change, no matter how uncomfortable, or conflicting it might be.
But if people are happy in their ignorance, happy to simply exist with what they are comfortable with, happy not to know, is it right for us to burden them with what might change them and their lives forever?
“The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.”
“Things do not change; we change.”
I believe that if we change, the world we inhabit changes also.
I believe this is a movement towards change, everyone here knows it deep inside themselves, or they wouldn’t be here!
But change, personal, or with a bearing on the population as a whole, will never be accomplished alone. We exist in a world of division. Only a single act of unity will result in anyone taking notice, and in that unity, those who change will find both security and strength, while the people who witness it will question both the world they are deluded into accepting, and then how they might change themselves.
The process to being a Freeman seems to be a singular one, but if a date was made, a line was drawn, a moment was created where, not one, but a thousand, or twenty thousand took this path at the same moment, it would imprint itself on history, and in so doing, have the opportunity to change everyone.
A singular moment when many people all took the same action.
Unity.
In that there would be both momentum and security.
In that moment, the world might listen.
That’s the difference between subscribing and being a member.
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peace
n.
1. The absence of war or other hostilities.
2. An agreement or a treaty to end hostilities.
3. Freedom from quarrels and disagreement; harmonious relations: roommates living in peace with each other.
4. Public security and order: was arrested for disturbing the peace.
5. Inner contentment; serenity: peace of mind.
Peace
A state of quiet or tranquillity; freedom from disturbance or agitation; calm; repose
Exemption from, or cessation of, war with public enemies.
Public quiet, order, and contentment in obedience to law.
Exemption from, or subjection of, agitating passions; tranquillity of mind or conscience.
Reconciliation; agreement after variance; harmony; concord.
To make or become quiet; to be silent; to stop.
peace definition
peace (pēs)
noun
1. freedom from war or a stopping of war
2. a treaty or agreement to end war or the threat of war
3. freedom from public disturbance or disorder; public security; law and order
4. freedom from disagreement or quarrels; harmony; concord
5. an undisturbed state of mind; absence of mental conflict; serenity
in full peace of mind
6. calm; quiet; tranquillity
Etymology: ME pais < OFr < L pax (gen. pacis) fang, L pacisci, to confirm an agreement, pangere, to fasten
The absence of war or other hostilities.
Inner contentment; serenity
An agreement or a treaty to end hostilities
Freedom from quarrels and disagreement
Don’t run………..walk
Don’t shout……….talk
Don’t shove………wait
Don’t presume………..understand
Don’t argue……….listen
Don’t accuse……defend
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Prophecy
By definition, a prophecy refers to the message that has been communicated to a prophet which the prophet then communicates to others. In general, this can message might involve divine inspiration, revelation, or interpretation.
But the sad fact remains that there are no prophecies anymore, in the classical sense certainly.
Our society doesn’t seem to accept this manifestation of enlightenment anymore and seems to acknowledge it as something from ancient times, something from a past when religion and the concept of the divine were openly accepted by all. The concept of belief and faith, while still an integral part of many of the third world countries, has all but vanished from the Western world, and is often seen as dated, or quaint. Something traditional with no valid place in modern society, as religion has dwindled away and the expression of belief in anything other than the mundane is viewed with either suspicion or as an open proclamation of insanity.
That’s the way the world is at this moment in time, and given religions colourful past, pockerdotted with both exaltation and atrocity, this can be seen as religions ultimate penance. The price it has had to pay for its turbulent and often marred history.
There is still the fundamentalist Christian element here in the West, but they now are openly viewed as eccentric and often don’t help matters by their opinions and actions.
So, if someone says they have had a prophetic vision or message, it is a common reaction to question their mental health, rather than as in times past, to listen. In fact even expressing a personal concept of spirituality is often met with mockery or disregard, while in past times, it was as important to the individual as the air we breathe and the food we eat.
So, is prophecy a thing of the past, or has it adapted to our increasingly nihilistic and cynical view of matters that attain to the spiritual.
As a race we seem to only value and have belief in the physical, the scientific, the mundane or the practical. This of course generally skips the fact that those things we place such faith in are just as iniquitous and esoterical as the belief systems we seem to have disregarded.
How many of us can actually explain the electricity that we so take for granted, and so rely on in our daily lives?
We apparently get taught about it in school, but as so many things in our modern school system, what we learn is cursory and deeper understanding is only open to those who seek a focus on such things. And even then, does science actually provide a certain explanation of what electricity is and how it comes about. Most people are just happy that when they turn on the TV, it comes on. That’s about where the need to understand ends!
So, is our reliance on technology just another form of blind faith? Just in the same way as the uneducated commoners of medieval times, place such faith in the mutterings of priests, reading Gods will to them on Sunday in Latin.
So, if a classical representation of prophecy has vanished, or if it occurs is certainly held with almost universal cynicism, how has such a thing become manifest in these days so obviously lacking in overt spiritual acceptance?
Quiet simply, does prophecy still exist?
Well, to accept this you have to fall back on the classical definition once again, and so accept that prophecy is inspired by the divine.
And as stated, if you start telling people that your idea is the outcome of divine inspiration, you very close to being assessed by the mental health services and if you stick to your view, admission under Section 2 of the Mental Health Act.
So, is this a present response to such claims? To be denied your right to liberty and plied with antipsychotic drugs? Is this claim an obvious expression of mental illness?
And if so, then would it be fair to assess that anyone with a belief in the divine is suffering from some manifestation of mental illness?
How close are we to that diagnosis?
