The pain of this knowledge is bearable by meditation. From the void, the emptiness from where it all came. What is The Void? Try to explain the emptiness into which the Universe after the Big Bang, is still expanding.

Now check RAEL. www.rael.org Rael is on the right track and Erich Von Danniken researched this long ago. I agree that by the Elohim, the ancient script translators made gods out of the visitors from the sky. Because it is plural of Eloha, angel, alien who came from the sky, heavens. Write for all angels alien visitors from outer space, traveling to this here experimental laboratory called Earth. For centuries man has deliberately been kept less clever than its creators. But by 1946 they knocked two times on Heavens doors, with the 2 nuclear explosions on Japan. The Elohim want us to stop all wars and become friends. All One or None. Respect and kind regards. The bible has recorded all the visits and many of the doings of the aliens and they were not friendly at each other. A certain group of creation would be more intelligent than the others and eventually control the earth.

Science is developing so fast that man's abilities are par to the creators own. They, the “gods” may not like it and as that was the reason for the disappearance of Atlantis, we are in the same times now. However, the by the angels bred men on Earth have taken to a god of atrocities, everything well recorded and written down in the Bible, sect book nr 1 in the Western world. There are far more than a 100 horrific cruel and bloody deeds by the god of the bible inspired men. I can only give you some, but the total number is over 33 million people killed by “god” and his men, including the Flood. To start with 1. Elisha (with help from God) sent two bears to kill 42 children for making fun of his bald head. 2 Kings 2:22-23. Skip nine, here is nr 10. Samson killed 1000 men with the jawbone of an ass.

Judges 15: 14-15, BT. Skipping 9, we get nr 20 Burned to death for offering incense Numbers 16:35 250 31,391,379. With the flood that killed about 30 million the total world ppulation at the time 21 For complaining Numbers 16:49 14,700 31,406,079 22 Massacre of the Aradites Numbers 21:1-3 3,000 31,409,079 23 For complaining about the lack of food and water, God sent fiery serpents to bite the people. Numbers 21:6 100 31,409,179 24 God delivers the Bashanites into Moses' hands and Moses kills them all Numbers 21:34-35 2,000 31,411,179 25 Phinehas impales a mixed-race couple having sex Numbers 25:6-8 2 31,411,181 26 Israelites for "committing whoredom with the daughters of Moab" Numbers 25:9 24,000 31,435,181 27 Midianite massacre (32,000 virgins were kept alive) Numbers 31:1-35 200,000 31,635,181 28 God kills the entire Israelite army Deuteronomy 2:14-16 500,000 32,135,181 29 The slaughter of the Zamzummim, Horim, Avim, and the Caphtorim Deuteronomy 2:21-22 10,000 32,145,181 30 God hardened the king of Heshbon's heart so that the Israelites could massacre his people. (included several cities) Deuteronomy 2:33-34 3,000 32,148,181 31 All the men, women, and children in 60 cities Deuteronomy 3:3-6 60,000 32,208,181 32 Massacre of Jericho Joshua 6:21 1,000 32,209,181 33 Achan (and his his sons and daughters) for taking the accursed thing Joshua 7:10-12, 24-26 5 32,209,186 34 The Ai Massacre Joshua 8:1-25 12,000 32,221,186 35 God slaughters the Amorites Joshua 10:10-11 5,000 32,226,186 36 Joshua kills 5 kings and hangs their dead bodies on trees Joshua 10:24-26 5 32,226,191 37 Massacre of 7 kingdoms Joshua 10:28-42 7,000 32,233,191 38 The remaining kingdoms Joshua 11:8-12 10,000 32,243,191 39 Massacre of the Anakim Joshua 11:20-21 5,000 32,248,191 40 God delivers the Canaanites and Perizzites Judges 1:4 10,000 32,258,191 41 The Jerusalem Massacre Judges 1:8 1000 32,259,191 42 Ten Massacres, a wedding, and some God-proof iron chariots Judges 1:9-25 10,000 32,269,191 43 The LORD delivered Chushanrishathaim Judges 3:7-10 1000 32,270,191 44 Ehud delivers a message from God: a knife in the belly Judges 3:15-22 1 32,270,192 45 God delivers 10,000 Moabites Judges 3:28-29 10,000 32,280,192 46 Barak and God massacre the Canaanites Judges 4:14 1,000 32,281,192 47 Jael pounds a tent stake through a sleeping man's head Judges 4:18-25 1 32,281,193 48 God forces Midianite soldiers to kill each other Judges 7:22, 8:10 120,000 32,401,193 49 A city is massacred and 1000 burn to death because of God's evil spirit Judges 9:23-57 2001 32,403,194 50 The Ammonite massacre Judges 11:29-33 20,000 32,423,194 51 Jephthah's daughter Judges 11:34-39 1 32,423,195 52 The spirit of the Lord comes on Samson and he murders 30 men for their clothes Judges 14:19 30 32,423,225 53 The Spirit of the Lord comes upon Samson and he kills 1000 men with the jawbone of an ass Judges 15:14-15 1,000 32,424,225 54 Samson's God-assisted act of terrorism Judges 16:27-30 3,000 32,427,225 55 A Holy Civil War Judges 20:35-37 65,100 32,492,325 56 God kills Eli's sons 1 Samuel 2:25, 34; 4:11 2 32,492,327 57 God smote three cities with hemorrhoids in their secret parts 1 Samuel 5:1-12 3,000 32,495,327 58 For looking into the ark of the Lord 1 Samuel 6:19 50,070 32,545,397 59 The LORD thundered with a great thunder upon the Philistines 1 Samuel 7:10-11 1000 32,546,397 60 The Ammonite Massacre (and another God-inspired body part message) 1 Samuel 7:11-13 1000 32,547,397 61 Jonathan's very first slaughter (not counting the one before) 1 Samuel 14:12 20 32,547,417 62 God forces the Philistine soldiers to kill each other. 1 Samuel 14:20 1,000 32,548,417 63 The Amalekite Genocide 1 Samuel 15:2-3 10,000 32,558,417 64 Samuel hacks Agag to pieces before the Lord 1 Samuel 15:32-33 1 32,558,418 65 God delivers the Philistines. 1 Samuel 23:2-5 1,000 32,559,418 66 "The Lord smote Nabal." 1 Samuel 25:38 1 32,559,419 67 David spends the day killing Amalekites 1 Samuel 30:17 1000 32,560,419 68 God has the Philistines kill Israelite soldiers 1 Samuel 31:6, 1 Chronicles 10:6 100 32,560,519 69 Saul and his three sons 1 Samuel 31:6, 1 Chronicles 10:6 4 32,560,523 70 God delivers the Philistines to David (from the front) 2 Samuel 5:19 1,000 32,561,523 71 God delivers the Philistines to David (from behind) 2 Samuel 5:25 1,000 32,562,523 72 Uzzah for trying to keep the ark from falling 2 Samuel 6:6-7, 1 Chronicles 13:9-10 1 32,562,524 73 David and Bathsheba's baby boy 2 Samuel 12:14-18 1 32,562,525 74 God sent a three-year famine because of something Saul did. 2 Samuel 21:1 3000 32,565,525 75 Saul's two sons and five grandsons hung up before the Lord 2 Samuel 21:6-9 7 32,565,532 76 God kills 200,000 people because David did a census that God told him to do 2 Samuel 24:15, 1 Chronicles 21:14 200,000 32,765,532 77 A lion is sent by God to kill a prophet for believing another prophet's lie 1 Kings 13:1-24 1 32,765,533 78 Jeroboam's son 1 Kings 14:17 1 32,765,534 79 Jeroboams's familiy 1 Kings 15:29 10 32,765,544 80 Baasha's family and friends 1 Kings 16:11-12 20 32,765,564 81 The first God-assisted slaughter of the Syrians 1 Kings 20:28-29 10,000 32,775,564 82 God killed 100,000 Syrians for calling him a God of the hills 1 Kings 20:28-29 100,000 32,875,564 83 God makes a wall fall on Syrian soldiers 1 Kings 20:30 27,000 32,902,564 84 God sent a lion to kill a man for not smiting a prophet 1 Kings 20:35-36 1 32,902,565 85 Ahab for not killing a captured king 1 Kings 20:42, 22:35 1 32,902,566 86 51 men are burned to death by God for asking Elijah to come down from his hill 2 Kings 1:10 51 32,902,617 87 Another 51 men are burned to death by God for asking Elijah to come down from his hill 2 Kings 1:12 51 32,902,668 88 Ahaziah is killed for asking the wrong god 2 Kings 1:2-4, 17; 2 Chronicles 22:7-9 1 32,902,669 89 God sent two bears to kill 42 children for making fun of Elisha's bald head 2 Kings 2:23-24 42 32,902,711 90 God delivered the Moabites 2 Kings 3:18-25 3000 32,905,711 91 God calls for a seven year famine. 2 Kings 8:1 7000 32,912,711 92 Jehoram 2 Kings 9:24 1 32,912,712 93 Jezebel 2 Kings 9:33-37 1 32,912,713 94 Ahab's 70 sons 2 Kings 10:6-10 70 32,912,783 95 Ahab's hometown family and friends 2 Kings 10:11 100 32,912,883 96 Ahab's family in Samaria 2 Kings 10:17 100 32,912,983 97 God sent lions to kill "some" foreigners for not fearing him 2 Kings 17:25-26 10 32,912,993 98 Sleeping Assyrian soldiers 2 Kings 19:35; Isaiah 37:36 185,000 33,097,993 99 God delivers Israel into the hands of Judah 2 Chronicles 13:15-17 500,000 33,597,993 100 Jeroboam 2 Chronicles 13:20 1 33,597,994 101 "The Lord smote the Ethiopians." 2 Chronicles 14:9-14 1,000,000 34,597,994 102 God kills Jehoram by making his bowels fall out 2 Chronicles 21:14-19 1 34,597,995 103 Judean soldiers killed for forsaking God 2 Chronicles 28:6 120,000 34,717,995 104 God delivered the Israelites into the hand of the Chaldeans. 2 Chronicles 36:16-17 1000 34,718,995 105 God and Satan kill Job's children and servants Job 1:1-19 60? 34,719,055 106 Ezekiel's wife Ezekiel 24:15-18 1 34,719,056 107 Ananias and Sapphira Acts 5:1-10 2 34,719,058 108 Herod Acts 12:23 1 34,719,059 109 Jesus Eph 5:2 , Heb 10:10, 1Pet 1:19-20, Rev 13:8 1 34,719,060 Posted by Steve Wells at 1/04/2009 07:04:00 AM

To Mr. Hoogedelgestrenge, Mr. R. Duncan The Minister of Justice Administration Office Clem Labega Square, Philipsburg St. Maarten October 11, 2010 Subject: Obtaining a residence permit for some young people born here Dear Honorable Minister,transferring a lot of writings to my blog you can copy and use all my stuff Please review the following. My request to you concerning the current situation for many years a group of young people on St. Maarten, which alhier born and raised in a situation where their documents to obtain a renewal of their residence permit by the relevant authorities to be takentreatment. By this act, and sometimes negative attitude of the very people who are in this situation helpfulness should be, remains the lack of help, with these young people are to say the least subjected to mental terror. It is so bad that a small group of about 30 young people I know personally, frustrated and sometimes depressive symptoms. These young people have their whole lives alhier to school, have good grades achieved in the past several permits had under the sponsorship of their parents and now, upon reaching their 18 years of age (majority), civil rights of these young people , namely the renewal of their residence permit be denied. The problem is that when they submit their application for a residence permit you an employer or an employment certificate requests, as proof of being employed by an employer. The irony in this is that employers alhier just going to the residence of the questions involved before they can hire young people. So in other words, from pillar to post. With respect for your position, I ask you, Your Honor Minister, to see whether you have an attachment to this legislative proposal is to implement youth group of St. Maarten to be helpful. I am convinced that you, being the only entity that an addendum or addition to the Admission and Expulsion Ordinance can implement. These 30 young people on St. Maarten / St. Martin born. The youth, who because of circumstances (free health care at the time), on St. Martin, French side were born on the French side have never lived there and are not trained and have nowhere else to go. It's a scary thought to their own beloved homeland to be refused. It is my urgent request to you for your attention as soon as possible to settle on this small group of young people and to authorize necessary to meet their needs. Corrected an internal problem which needs should be. As I and these people daily with the mental terror of fear of arrest should live, we need immediate relief from arrest. I urge you to publicly give this group until a decision on their status has been taken. Thank you in advance for your attention to this, I remain, Yours sincerely,  Tania Pedro Police,   see Appendix for more Address: Kings of the Sea Road # 11, Sucker Garden St. Maarten, West Indies Phone No: 5995224569

Dear Editor, title Troubled mind Dear readers, honorable leaders, ordinary citizens. A person is born with the Universal Mind, the all knowing, empty Void, the Universal Mind or Consciousness. The entity grows up and is easily impressed with all kind of weird rituals and ceremonies that take place all around him. It is all show on the outside. The Universal Mind is pushed aside, its place filled up with input from where that individual happens to be. One becomes separate from the rest, or from that what is unknown. The ego gets in the way of the Universal Mind. There begins a constant denial of the Universal Mind and that leads to frustration, violence and misery. The ego says that the suffering of the other must be ignored at all cost. A barrier between them and I must be. The Universal Mind says the opposite, your pain is my pain. A horrible situation that has no remedy other than that the individual commit complete apostasy of his' or her's any sect, group, religion, club, organization that makes him ignore the other. Only in Total Freedom can we help the brainwashed encapsulated ones, to show them how stuck they are in their thinking. How hard is it to become a free man with a Universal Mind? It starts by curiously asking and searching for information. I will now tell you about the Gazans, whose suffering is so criminally willfully ignored. A Universal Crime of enormous proportions. From Radio Palestine I get the following, I quote: “ In 2008 Fr Manuel was with his Christian community during their darkest hour when Israel, with a nod from America and the EU, unleashed a deadly onslaught intended to finally crush the half-starved Gazans. At the height of the killing spree, Fr Manuel sent this message from the smoking ruins to anyone who would listen: "Our people in Gaza are treated like animals in a zoo. They eat but remain hungry, they cry, but no one wipes their tears. There is no water, no electricity, no food, only fear, terror and blockade… Our children are living in a state of trauma and fear. They are sick from it and for other reasons such as malnutrition, poverty and the cold… The hospitals did not have basic first aid before the war and now thousands of wounded and sick are pouring in and they are performing operations in the corridors. The situation is frightening and sad." In exasperation he added: "May Christ's compassion revive our love for God even though it is currently in 'intensive care'." Was anyone listening? End Quote. I hear you my son and I tell my readers to please get informed over the criminal and cruel conduct of Israel towards the original occupants of that land for centuries. The expansionist Zionists have their Universal Mind stopped, hidden, buried, out of order. What happens inside Israeli society is no pretty picture, most citizens are poor and have no pleasure nor peace. Shame on the leaders who lack compassion and are mentally and humanely incompetent to rule towards peace and pleasure for all, not just for them. The not going away UFO religion preaches that we are the results from human cloning by aliens who visited Earth planet long ago. We now do understand cloning a few years, but most news is suppressed and very much is unreported. A seven year old cloned girl named Eve is mentioned. There is a company called Clonaid, in connection with the Raelian Movement. It can store DNA of me and clone me back with healthy limbs. Michael Jackson is posthumous honorary member of Clonaid. Cloned in the image of the alien visitors from the sky, above, heavens, and plural, Elohim, not single Eloha, they are translated as the Gods in the Good Book. The Bible has many reports of aliens but they call them angels, men from the sky, expressed by wings. The latest message from the extra terrestrials that observe our clumsy destructive ways is that we the people must make peace; all together as brothers. The Universal Mind has to be brought forward, a teaching for all. Genius leaders must take over from the present incompetent bunch that can not stop groping blindly, in reverse gear. To wage peace is a new thinking that will be resisted strongly. Pleasure is the message, pleasure for all. Not just the pursuit of pleasure, but the experience of pleasure always, all the ways. No place in the world takes so often the front page as does Israel, and because I have some bonds with it from my past, I dare say this: The day Israel starts to share in stead of confiscate the whole of Jerusalem, then there may be a new day dawning. But to get that into the Zionist heads, to share something, is like blasphemy. Here come the Universal Mind teachings handy. If they built a house for any Palestinian family for every house they build for them self, there could start a whiff of peace. The solution is so easy: SHARE. The bullying that Israel does now is because it can. Nobody can punish them, nobody can teach them morals, and no one can threaten others like them. A nuke on Mecca is a simple no-thought. If I was a Zionist I would threaten to drop one on the Vatican and London and Washington as well while we are at it. They have the bomb, so then; all submit! The misery created by world leaders today has to go. Imprisoned in their old way of thinking their egos need to die before they can start anew. Be ready for a new way of thinking. A break with the past. Total apostasy in Latin, resulting in ataraxy, complete contentedness, relaxation, liberation. Here come the pleasure people, giving and receiving massage and cooking and eating good, making the best sex in 7th heaven but make no babies, they are truly blissful. The date is set, 21 December 2012. The end of the Mayan calendar of 2600 years. Captain Zen

Bij het afscheid van Leny Hagendoorn (Rhynhof, Leiden 25-09-’10) ■ Ieder mens is bijzonder, maar Leny was opvallender dan de gemiddelde. Ik ken niet velen die met zoveel vitaliteit, zelfstandigheid, nuchterheid en humor door het leven gingen. Het laatste van haar 94 jaren was begrijpelijkerwijs minder bruisend en in de laatste weken sloegen ook verwarring en onzekerheid toe. Maar uiteindelijk is het heengaan verlopen zoals ze wel eens vertelde hoe zij het wilde: Overlijden in de slaap. En dan niet te hebben moeten meemaken volledig van anderen afhankelijk te zijn geworden. En evenmin de vertrouwde plek in Oegstgeest en “haar sociaal netwerkje aldaar”(zoals we dat tegenwoordig noemen) te hebben moeten verlaten. Het was zo langzamerhand inderdaad verstandig geworden een verhuizing voor te bereiden naar haar ‘Drentse’ dochters Els en Marianne. Ze legde zich slechts half daarbij neer. Ze was bang om overlast te bezorgen en lastig te worden gevonden. Zoals ze meermaals zei: “Els en Marianne zijn zulke goede vriendinnen van me en daar wil ik, door ze alsmaar te zien, geen ruzie mee krijgen”. Leny verbaasde zich er vaak over – en niet zonder enige trots – dat ze een hoge leeftijd had bereikt. Tegelijkertijd vond ze die prestatie zeer betrekkelijk en eigenlijk niet nodig. De veroudering bij haar was vooral lichamelijk en ze betaalde die leeftijd vaak met veel pijn, ofschoon ze zich niet beklagenswaardig vond. Daarentegen bleef ze tot voor kort in mentaliteit aanmerkelijk jong en geestelijk sterk. Vroeger trok ze er vaak op uit en dat was een hoogtepunt in haar latere herinneringen: Ze ging dan al dan niet met haar auto en al dan niet naar het buitenland. Haar brede belangstelling deed haar veel en velen bezoeken. Daarom voelde zij zich de laatste jaren gekortwiekt, thuis. Anderzijds werden toen eenvoudige uitjes binnen het dorp of naar Den Haag, en natuurlijk vooral die naar Tynaarlo, extra gewaardeerd. Haar belangstelling voor de buitenwereld bleef lang levendig. Vrij naar Boutens: “En alleen is leven leven als het tot de dood ons boeit”. Uit de talloze gesprekken – er was een jarenlange traditie gegroeid om eens per week of twee weken bij ons thuis thee te drinken – herinner ik me met welk een nuchterheid zij over mensen kon spreken: enthousiast en betrokken, maar zeker ook vaak kritisch èn relativerend. Zij was een goede waarneemster en met een positieve instelling. Zij genoot van het leven en wist niet wat verveling was. Het was veel quilten en lezen en onnoemelijk veel andere dingen. Wat wij tweeën ook gemeen hadden was het genoegen aan taal, aan opvallende formuleringen en de komische kanten eraan. Maandelijks gaf ik mijn exemplaar door van het blad Onze Taal. En dan moest de thee wachten, om direct gniffelend de achterpagina te lezen vol met rare, goed bedoelde nieuws- en advertentieteksten. Zo had ze ook de neiging om serieuze uitspraken van anderen met veel nadruk zo te herhalen dat ze lachwekkend werden. We hebben veel samen gelachen. ■ Ach, die Leny. Ik zal haar missen, maar ik houd mijn goede herinneringen aan haar. Het is goed zoals het met haar is gegaan. Tranen mag, maar er is mijns inziens ook plaats voor tevredenheid. Ik denk dat het volgens haar zienswijze is, om - met een kleine naamswijziging – te eindigen met een paar regels uit een gedicht van Anton Korteweg: “ De wereld blijft min één bestaan, volop bestaan Zo is het ook nog eens. We moeten dus in het echt Maar vrolijk zonder Leny verdergaan”. Hans Dirken

I was so poor and my car looked so old that many people on the road flagged me down to ask a ride, for a donation. Gypsy taxi it is called and unstoppable by the law. Why we are so together I know not, but my old dog now comes along and that keeps me from picking up people, I thought! But then one day these three young girls came along, and two shared the back seat with Mr. Dog-face happily and giggling a lot. Threee young girls means party, fun, feast, good news, pleasanteries. We talked about the dog. He has several names, Stitch, was given by his former owner, Sugar-snout, when the girls entered the car and when he gets in the vicinity of American tourist dog lovers because he is black except for his white snout. As if he put his snout in the sugar pot. Or Toothless, when people ask if he bites, because he left all his front teeth in the Doberman from next door. True to his name I stitched him up twice myself. The first time the veterinary hospital Cay Hill presented a bill more expensive than what Emergency would have charged me for stitching my belly up. That dog was a guard dog of the highest class. Guarding me wasis his calling and that's what he does for a living. We swim often from Pedro's parking to the first float at Orient nude Beach. There I meet the water and the air from over the Atlantic. The cleanest air and sea one can dream of. On the swim back I meet people, some with hat and shades, drink in hand, up to their neck in the water. They came from far away to enjoy this. They love the dog swimming around and bringing anything I pick up from the bottom to the beach. He is a sea rescue dog I tell the people, a genuine coconut retriever. Talking about clean air. The ash cloud has stopped the emission of tons of CO2 because the airplane engines are not made to inhale volcanic dust. Is what they said, because now they want to fly through it to see what damage that does. The money they lose by not flying is maybe worse than scrapping an engine after a dozen or so times through the cloud. Mother Earth is shaking and spitting fire. Quakes and flooding, forest fires and oil burning, is it really so dumb to think we do the right thing? Is it possible that Mother Earth is upset over mankind's behavior? Nature and all it has to offer must be more respected by the American Government. What I find in my yard is enough to wonder. All that I see be arranged into a harmonious concept. For this I go Zen. We are so hooked on the cell phone that the danger of it is neglected. Only a lady from Curacao I heard had a small metallic plastic shield attached between her and her phone so the waves can not reach her. The public must be made aware that shields for cell phones are now available at several internet stores. Ask the phone shops... Then, what exactly is the Control Unit?

Please sir, editor, would you have space for my piece here? titled Of my own free will. A proposal to make it legal for doctors to assist a patient to die. No doubt that many elderly people would find a great quiet if they could have access to step out of life in an acceptable way on the moment that, concerning what awaits them, seems most right to them. Let us talk death. Consider once the duty for which the body was needed is fullfilled. The body was needed but now it is separating, freeing itself, the duty has been done. The purpose fullfilled. The freedom to die comes in question when the material body lives too long. A famous cartoon creator said that. "My life is fullended, full filled, ready". We talk here about the most selfish, proper, tender, intimate decision a human being can take, over his blood own material life. Freedom to live reaches right untill the dying. People should allow others the light in their eyes, even those who want to close them for ever. Socrates was given the beaker of poison to drink, which he willingly took, for he was too righteous to live on under his government at the time. Nothing has changed my beloved ones. A 42 year old man killed himself by hunger in Cuba last week, he alsoo could not live with his current government. The leaders act without compassion in violation with the law of the gods, Elohim. Man-made suffering must stop.Man was made to have pleasure. Family planning, one child policy must come instead of these idiotic wars and destruction and land grabbing, and more refugee creating. The people who profit from weapons are the whores of war, hyanas, feeding on cadavers. How pretty it could be when all the money went to sharing the lands, building together, creating friendship and material luxury for all. As if there are not enough "natural" disasters, acts of "god". The right to step out of life is because the love for life is gone, the individual wants to dissolve into the Void. Elderly readers who have lived life to the fullest, who have seen all there was to see, heard all that was audible, are now losing their clear eyesight and becoming deaf. The material body lives too long. When the suffering equals the joy, one is bipolar, but that is not enough. Pleasure should be more than pain, much more.I am convinced that I have the right to die. However it would be so much nicer with some support. In some beliefs the unborn entity roams in the void and has to live over again. It brings then as much as it can people of different sexes together. The unborn want the living to have sex. Only when an infant gets born can the unborn manifest itself through entering with its first breath and becomes a new person. On our ageless quest for who we are we can become Saints, monks and wizards even. Each life gives us the choice to come closer to the ideal you want to be. Once the Light is obtained, the cycle of rebirth is over and when dead you are not born anymore. You have become a ray of light during the life time and once dead you shine away as well towards the Clear Light is reached. Other belief systems offer a simple bad or good past life situation, and a meeting with "god" or his representative to determine which it will be. God is actually the self who suddenly has lost all the lessons and learned experiences of the past life and has become one with Universal Wisdom. So it can judge itself and decide if another lifetime shall be lived, and how. It is said that soldiers and those who caused suffering to others return as sufferers next life. Apart from that, the taking of life in matters of duty and honor and dignity was by the Japanese made the art of Hara Kiri. These days a car is often used as a way to leave this valley of tears, by inhaling the exhaust gasses. A decent way to go would be by drinking a pleasant tasting drink that would relax the mind and body so much so that the heart muscle would stop pumping. In relation with the general practioner, the house doctor, one who has a close enough understanding of the case and perhaps from the family a person should self have the right to take his own life and finish it on the moment it seems best. Without a future, with a worn out body, with no more wishes or desires, with being ready, complete, a person must have the right to stop living. In case of medical interference one must have the right to say stop, no transfusion, no anti biotics, nothing to prolong the suffering. Death comes to us all, as did life. Out of the void came this life to you, into the void you can send it. Captain Zen Xander Honeybranch

by Tania Friendship Friends are like your family with strong bonds, but stronger than blood. Friends are like the family God has stored for us to have; In other words friends are one of the most precious gift God has given us to conserve. Friends are like stars, they shine and lighten your path along the journey. Friends are like the angels, carnal angels, they watch over us and protect us from harm. Friends are like the net, they catch us when we fall. Friends are like the elevator, they help us go up when we are down. Friends are like a diary, nobody knows us more than them and our secrets are safe. Friends are like the network, no matter distance, time, location, we can always stay connected. Friends are like a cycle, it goes on and on without ending. Friends are like the tidal waves, so strong that no one can cease it from forming. Friends are like atoms with magnetic gravitational force which pulls us together. Friends are like a map, when your lost, they direct and indicate you, when you feel trapped in a desert. Friends are like a dance or song that fills our soul and heart with rhythm and vibes that make us joyous. Friends are like sweets or seasonings that add flavour and spice to our lives to make us feel complete. Friendship is bonded to love which transmits hope and faith and walk along side by side. When friendship fuses with love, there is no barrier or impossibilities, And it surmounts all negativity.

28 october 2010 Hi again to all of you from all of me. Titled The war on [mental] terror. Dear readers, First I congratulate Government for its coming into existence. It was a difficult birth and when we thought to know who was the winner, it later changed when two second and third parties promised to go together. Now the winner of most votes is put in second place, I wonder if this was planned long before the elections took place. No matter what, I just wish our leaders wise and just governing and some relief for the poorest on Sint Maarten. Right now I have a hopeless feeling that makes me want to cry. It makes me angry, and hate is overtaking my great love for my adopted country [laws]. Yes, love is stronger than death, but suicide is now on my mind. Or at least a hunger strike until this is solved. I talk about young persons ( there are a few dozen with the same problem actually) who was born in the French Hospital from foreign parents that live on the Dutch Side. They had no money to pay the Dutch Side hospital, that was the reason for going French Side hospital because it is free. These [illiterate] parents took the child home after it was born and this child never lived one day on the French Side. It happened 20 years ago. The good parents worked and got permanent residence papers, the child grew up and went to school. Papers like residence permits came about via the school direction and the child went through all the classes, year after year in good order. Until at 18 years of age this young student studied and got the graduation diploma of the Sint Maarten Academy. The “temporary permit” for the child in school, even of foreign parents who have permanent residence permits, was renewed automatically. Until the study was over. Suddenly the child is no student any more and must ask for renewal of the residence permit again, the parents can not do it when the 18 years line is crossed. The renewal is refused on grounds of an absurd law. Now it is no more a child but a young person that wants to work and/or study and it is refused permission to do so. This is the result of some absurd discriminating laws aimed at keeping as many foreigners out as possible. But this young person is from here, it was never off island, the family is here, the school and friends. This person is not a foreigner. How is it possible that this young person must suffer anxiety for immigration officers who will attack her expired permit any time of day or night, any where on the island? This young graduated person was never off island! During the campaigning days I mentioned it to a few politicians, and got the assurance that the problem should be looked into. Looking into it does not help immediately, we must get the assurance of the political bosses that these persons will be integrated in our country once and for all. If anybody knows how this person can be assured that no deportation to the country of the parents will take place please let me know. And as I mentioned, there are a few dozen of young persons who have the same fear and anxiety. Something must be done immediately to take this fear away , All the time I did not mention it but the war on terror begins in your own back yard I would say. Mental terror is as bad as physical terror. What is terror? It is fear multiplied. That's all. If these people have to live in fear of refusal by their own country, this fear has to be removed at once. As a post script: the Minister of Justice, the Honorable Mister Duncan has been alerted to this. Alexander Baldal (alexbaldal@gmail.com)

Sent to papers jord she came and I loved her like mad. And still I do. She played with me, uly 23 2010 Title: Department of Happiness. Dear editor, I propose a new Department for our soon to be “Country Sint Maarten. It will be called “The Department of [National] Happiness”. It will report chagrin and sadness and help to alleviate any discomfort. 'Life, liberty, and the pursuit …' The notion of politicians trying to make private individuals happy is not new. It can not be argued that the aim of government should be to bring as much happiness to as many people as possible. Even if the US Declaration of Independence in 1776 points out the inalienable rights of man including "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” there is a dirty trick in these words. No commoner of ordinary wits sees through this, let me explain. You have the right to pursue happiness, to pursue it, not to have it. You must stay a disgruntled lot, always pursuing, that is your right. But getting it should make you stop slaving away for the big corporations. You will never get happiness, the voyage towards it is the goal not the arrival. You are programmed to want a bigger car, better salary, a second house and what not. However, We are not the USA and we must always remember that as our New Country Sint Maarten, in these changing times it finds immense new challenges and opportunities. Whatever work we do, whatever goals we have – and no matter how these may change in this changing world – ultimately without peace, security and happiness we have nothing. That is the essence of the philosophy of Gross National Happiness. My most important goal is the peace and happiness of our people and the security and sovereignty of the nation. Henceforth, as even more dramatic changes transform the world and our nation, as long as we continue to pursue the simple and timeless goal of being good human beings, and as long as we strive to build a nation that stands for everything that is good, we can ensure that our future generations for hundreds of years will live in happiness and peace. As Zen Captain of this nation, my duty is not only to ensure your happiness today but to create the fertile ground from which you may gain the fruits of spiritual pursuit and attain good Karma. I end with addressing our most important citizens - our youth. The future of our nation depends on the worth, capabilities and motivation of today’s youth. Therefore, I will not rest until I have given you the inspiration, knowledge and skills so that you not only fulfill your own aspirations but be of immense worth to the nation. This is my simple duty. A strong motivated young Sint Maarten guarantees a strong bright future. Here is my prayer for Sint Maarten - that the sun of peace and happiness may forever shine on our people. I also pray that while I am but Zen Captain of a small Caribbean nation, I may in my time be able to write here to promote the greater well-being and happiness of all people in this world – of all sentient beings. We can bring greater peace, happiness and prosperity to our country. I am confident because I know the worth and character of our people. You are the true jewel of this nation. As citizens of a slowly emerging land you treasure the qualities of a good human being – honesty, kindness, charity, integrity, unity, respect for our culture and traditions, love for our country and for God. Throughout our history our parents have upheld these values and placed the common good above the self. My deepest concern is that as the world changes we may lose these fundamental values on which rest our character as a nation and people. Be vigilant and stay focused on happiness, With warm regards, Captain Honeybranch Zen

Dear editor, another writing for the opinion pages. title: Antillean guilders can bring a boat off course! Praise Mammon. In the Name of the Father, the Mother, the Son, the Daughter, the Holy and unholy Ghosts. Money is something I do not understand. I doubt that you will. However, I read a little on money and remember some things, some little known facts. It is [for some] a religion, its god is called Mammon. The financial "crisis" is engineered by its high Priests, the banks are its temples. The crisis, a sure result of its mad schemes, a returning phenomena. The bank that print dollars and doles them out has always known that the system must crash sometime. It happened before. They make the dollar so worthless that trillions of debts become a lot smaller. They are cheating all the whole wide world. Hail Mary. Next thing is the silent whisper of the AMERO, a new money that will be the financial brotherhood of Canada, the US and Mexico, based on the same principle as the European Euro. It may happen sooner than we think that the dollar will be replaced because there are far too many in circulation. Then, the Federal Reserve Bank of the USA is not Federal at all and has no Reserves, it is just a privately owned print shop. It prints dollars that it loans to the USA government and its banks and then charges interest over it. That is how the Jews made their empire. Oh Jesus whip no more. When the accumulated interests becomes more than the loaned money you get a "crisis" and many go bankrupt, lose their house, or whatever else that has value. There are hundreds of thousands of Americans right now sleeping in tents, in shelters, in schools, on cardboard in the very street, as in Haiti as well as in Bombay, but that is from the horrible cruel "caste" system/religion. Hari Krishna! in the USA it is the banks who didit Geo-seismic waves can be produced by a simple device and is known can trigger seismic disturbances. "So it is possible", said Tesla, "to trigger an event [that was likely to happen any unpredictable time anyway]". The otherwise un-detectable way of triggering a[n earthquake] disaster is only to deduct from the political force to make it greater than the home disaster. Do not forget that through bank scams, newly created (in the tens of thousands) homeless people in the USA are dying of frost and neglect. This greater disaster takes away the attention on/off the home problem (the victims of the financial disaster). Haiti is now a defacto US occupied territory. Curacao is almost in the same pocket, because as soon as Venezuela gets completely financially squeezed out, war is inevitable. The same scenario happened to Iraq. First bleed it, then kill it. Yin Yang. Geographical financial blocks are the idea for the future, one sort of money for the whole of South America, already the existing Euro for Europe, the soon to come Amero for North America, another for Asia and then Russia and eventually the future One World Money for all. Aum. Om Mani Padme Hum. When I come home I always put all coins I find in my pockets in a nice white old porcelain teapot. That money is for the youngsters of the hood who come sometimes asking a pittance. Last week I was myself looking for just that and found enough. Coins from several countries, the USA, Europe, and the Antilles most. I found a one dollar coin that I never knew existed. It has the statue of liberty and the $1 sign on one side, on the other side the head of a former US president and on the rim E Pluribus Unum, 2007, and In God We Trust. There you have it, one dollar coins, made of copper clad in brass of a golden color, to make it look like it is worth something. That is a real tricksters magic illusion. As a reward for work done, as barter in business and industry, but in itself a dollar bill costs only 3 cents to make, a coin just a little more. Amen. When in my hobby I needed pure copper I found that the US cent, up to some years ago, was made of it. Since the copper price went up they are now made of some cheaper metal, but only coated with copper. The same is true for the traditional nickel 5 cent coins. They are not of dear nickel any more. If you as politician or would be politician claim that our Antillean money, coins that is, is as strong as iron, you have a point. In fact all Antillean one guilder and 5 guilder coins are made of iron, cheapest and friendliest of all metals. When you are a money magnet Antillean guilders will cling to you. Standing with Antillean pocket change near a compass on a boat will bring it off course! Unfortunately the Netherlands Antilles politicians decided decades ago to have the Antillean money coupled to the US dollar and now we get the Amero. Soon all secret unregistered stashed dollars become worthless, only a limited time will be given for the transfer of legal assets into the new Amero. Had it been coupled to the motherland Netherlands Guilder in the past, we would have the Euro now and be financially good off at present. Do any politicians explain what will happen when the US dollar sinks so low that Europe becomes too expensive for visits or studies? He who explains me that and tells me who exactly his top banker is may get my vote. Shalom YHW. I suggest the New Country Sint Maarten Ducat. It should have heads of old pirates like Stuyvesant, Piet Heyn and Maarten H. Tromp on the face and old corsair pirate ships on the reverse. That would be the most sought after money the world over. Real Pirate money. Allah oh Akbar. Rothschild once said: "I don't care who rules the government, as long as I control the banks." To finish an agnostic statement: That one or some of the clowns in our political circus now can please wriggle some money out of the bankers for a little piece of road here and there please, if you want to be so good. The Arch Road, around the corners of the Aflsuit Dijk, and the Piece Between the Waste Management Dump entrance and the Little League Stadium. Hi5. Captain Who Cares?

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How sorry is this world with its endless sufferings.How can one celebrate the birth of Jesus when you know the atrocities done by man against men. With the most sophisticated murder machines and total lack of compassion or respect for life one one side and the life saving hospitals and healing institutions and medical organizations on the other side. There are two forces, one is killing and sickening, the other to life and health, and they are in perpetual conflict. Enemies are invented or made by stealing from them. No matter what goes on in the minds of the leaders of the atrocity scenarios, I question: Have they been born with the lust for murder?" Answer: "no sir, it is a learned behavior". The Yale University in the USA delivers these monsters. There is a cabal of so called human leaders who are proud of the number of people they kill and have killed. They are cultivated minds, at birth there is none of that inherent. I don't think they traveled around the world in the flesh and with other people for months at the time. Just my point of view because I found that people all around the planet are ONE LOVE, discovered by traveling. There is another group of people who like to save lives. They have no particular place of education, they are planet wide. It is a normal thing to do to help and heal a wounded victim. Switzerland is holding the loot and spoils of war of many countries, and got its flag's colors inversed as the Red Cross symbol, an UN organization created to clean up after wars. So these forces, of making babies unlimited and more people who will join armies on one side, and the others who try to balance or diminish the world population with sickness, war and catastrophies on the other side. If people do not voluntarily make less babies, the government should set rules and regulations to manipulate population growth and wars. China did it. We here on SXM are on the side of the life savers, a rule or law to curb population growth is impossible. A birth right is the claim to a certain national property, where the birth took place. Therefore, there will always be soldiers in the years to come. As long as we make babies there will be soldiers. Women, to stop getting pregnant wash with lemon juice right after unprotected sex. The use of condoms can not be stressed enough, however, after a bursting condom, and a serious lemon wash, women, use eggwite to restore inside condition like before lemon wash. This a way to deny the next generation of controlling leaders their prey and victims. Men do your vasectomy. That way you never again let a soul suffer the flesh on the planet. Prevention before culling, eat the egg before it hatch. It is hedonistic also much better. Have sex and rock 'n roll, take only prescription drugs. When you see a kid getting sick and you can not help you suffer too. To prevent that suffering, make no more kid, or baby. I say, let them unborn souls stay where they are now. Men, do not enter the birth canal from the wrong side. For women I recommend the same as for the men vasectomy, irrevocable closing of the pipes after the first child or the second, one child for her and one for the child father is enough. Only by this method can the planet get out of the vicious circle of bringing more suffering into the world. Tantra sex and dancing and partying is the best way to free up out of present misery . But close your doors to the unborn who seek entry into the flesh. The yet unborn may become a killer or a healer or a homo, and suffer he will. No matter what race you was born from, first stop making more men. If all women decide to make more daughters than sons, wars world wide would stop for lack of soldiers. The few men allowed would have enough seed to impregnate all the women and get a lot more loving than they get now. That's my Christmas story, be good Captain Zen With the voluntarily family, the global family planning, we can save the planet. There can be a good life for all sentient beings when we do not greed and just make fewer of us. We, the living, wish for the dead and the unborn to stay well where they are now for the New Year 2010

I am not much suicidal any more and found out that My brother has a beautiful daughter that is in a dance group. I hope to see her dance on my island, there is one called "Motiance" and another group has been formed. Is time I write down the names and children. I never had the slightest desire to be with the family, I never felt what I feel here in the West Indies. All the feelings are so much intenser. So I follow the news and find the human race not good enough for me to be a proud member of. Here follows a little comment I wrote on an article about the hoax of birth certificate of the President of the USA. "Whoever the goon is that the real masters have chosen, he will be protected until they have no more use for him, your digging and asking for answers is irrelevant. In reality you Search his birth because you want him dead. Well, they who want him dead are not alone. As if dead or impeachment would change anything. If clever uncorrupted hackers can get inside weapon dealers computers, and disrupt them or blow their bombs up at the point of manufacturing then we can say that we are advancing. The minds of the monsters are deep dark holes and there is no compassion, none. I advice all men to do vasectomy. Deny [the leaders of] this unjust world another person to come into their control. Where the unborn are now, it certainly can not be as bad as on the planet here. Make no more kids. Prevent the suffering and teach compassion to the living. The dead and the unborn are fine where they are." I have my 65th birthday and I hope my 24 year old neighbor friend girl will come and lay with me. There is nothing so nice a birthday present as a young woman friend to come and lay with me. I hope you have an old man as lover, young men can not appreciate young women for real, old wine taste better and the best nurses are young women, they bring a dead man back to life. And all that is true, natural and they may call it hedonist. I am a humanist, no affiliation with god in this matter.

 

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Threatening suicide

All taboos broken, or

A wonderful day to die.

 

There are a few topics that are not spoken about. Death is coming to us all but it is taboo. The act of sexual intercourse, where we all came from, is also taboo. If the beginning and the end are both taboo, what can we expect from the in between, the time of living? Death and sex are the two pillars that hold up our life. From all the books about death, the Tibetan Book of the Dead is for me the best guide into the after life. It gives direction to the best possible way for the entity’s spirit or ghost in catholic language to reach Enlightenment on the moment of death, or in the Here After. A wonderful colorful world awaits one to drag one back in carnal form. The way to go free and never return is to follow the Pure White Light. As long as there are wombs and dicks, and new souls can be made, however, it is better to let them wait on the other side than to let them come here to suffer a life time. Necromancy is the science of communicating with the dead. I think it is bad to disturb a spirit as it is no more here. I say: people on this side and spirits on the other. The unholy ghost spirit that has left the body is supposed to adhere to the Holy Ghost so that the Wisdom of the Universe shows him his past life. He can than judge him self and choose to return in human form in order to overcome the bad he has done. Only the spirits of people who had studied and applied the laws of the Universe who in a sense were enlightened and in some way holy  can stay with the bright white Light and not return in carnal form. To bring less suffering, we the people, must make sure the spirits stay there.  By using condoms, vasectomizing and using the anti baby pill, or the spiral or the 6 month shot. Preventing more souls to coming in the flesh will benefit the ecology of the world more than any other thing.

There is a problem for many dying people because local priests have no guide for the departing soul, and science can not help, science is studying it.. The right to end life has been a hot topic in the Netherlands and Switzerland long ago. In these two countries there is a way for ordinary people who suffer a personal condition to die with dignity. It is called euthanasia in the learned world. Several conditions have to be met and more than one doctor must give their reports to a commission who then can give permission to the person who wants to end life with dignity. Often family members are present to say goodbye, a doctor to oversee the process and that is that. There are many cases that are not approved by the commission. People who want to die but are prohibited by law must continue to suffer. I am in that group. I want to die very much. I am not suffering enough they say, a pill can take care of my suffering. What many do not know is that more USA soldiers die from suicide than on the battle field. I should have died when I was 50. Unfortunately I live.on beyond the years I lived for true. I am now a living dead.

When I look back in my life I succeeded wonderfully. I did everything that other men dream of. I traveled very far and very much, I saw many different people and made friends the world over, I had lovers and I became a global citizen. I had the most wonderful cars, I learned to fly small airplanes, I learned to sail ocean going sailing yachts, and I rode horses. I sailed 15 good years that made me fall deeply in love with the immense open ocean. I came to the Caribbean 25 years ago and I love it here, I settled in Marigot, St. Martin in 1989. I learned new trades and became tourist guide, also sales representative, and then gold smith. In my life I had two sons and several sweet long lasting relations with lovely women. Now I want to die a little more. I am done with this life.

After I was hit in 1999 by the terrible car that broke my legs I am still limping like a crab. I asked my doctor to help me die but he refused. Instead he gave me pills. I get around the house in my wheelchair. A special shoe has been made for me; I call it my robot shoe. That helps a little but I need a walking stick or I lose my balance. The horrible feeling that god’s perfect creation, my body, has been violated by a zombie sort of person who hit me with his car makes me cry tears of frustration every day. I want to die a little much this time. I researched all possible ways to end my life and I have found the simplest way. Painless, effective and cheap, involving nothing illegal at all. That makes me feel a lot better, now that I know how I can leave this valley of tears, when my time comes. God has given me life, I offer Him now to please take it back. I am done with living. Been there done that. All my life I was curious about dying, to be without my body. I practiced astral traveling and indeed went everywhere, but connected with a silver cord to my sleeping body at home. Free to go into the sun and be gone. I hate the driver who took my good legs away, for not taking my life also. He was not even punished for what he did, but I am punished for the rest of my living days. His insurance had to pay my hospital costs, so the judge was sure he was guilty. Because I have given away every cent in my life to people poorer than me, I am suddenly without money and that makes me want to die a little more again. Please do not compare me with others whose condition is worse, that does not make my condition any better, so now I want to die for them; a little more again. To kill some body is called murder. Even the threat of murdering some one can land one in jail. Gandhi in his time was not the peaceful leader without violence that you may think. He seriously threatened to kill somebody, fasting himself to death, a murder of the self in this case, if he did not get what he wanted. I am convinced I can not die when my time has not come. I hope it comes soon. I want action. Death can not be as bad as living like I do now, and it can not be so bad at all, because nobody ever came back, except in fairy tales. Today was a wonderful day to die, it just did not happen, tomorrow maybe. Until then I stay here with you.

 

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Crazy Charlie came into my life in Amsterdam one unfortunate day. He was born in Tirol but had left there after having been involved in making explosives for a separatist movement. I was walking over the square in front of the Royal Palace towards my legally squatted home, when he approached me for a guilder; we still had national money then. He was broke and needed a coin to call his former girlfriend as he just came from a stint in a Belgian prison. He had no where to go and hoped she would take him in. Before he went to Belgium, he was in Amsterdam, hence his girlfriend. It had never been a good relation and he was happy to get to live in our amazing building. He told me he had done time for falsifying certificates of authenticity for fake antiques. He made new copper pots look old with acid and burying them in the ground for a while. He then sold them with self made certificates of origin stamped and signed by the secretary of the BADA, the Belgian Antique Dealers Association, rubber stamps and all. Charlie knew more tricks than the book holds. I took him in, first for a few days in my own big front room on a couch, later he got his own place in the building; there were empty rooms enough.

When Charlie was settled he asked me to help him with what he called a moral issue; paying of a debt of honor.  

He explained that when he was in Amsterdam some years ago, he was often approached by youngsters who asked for a little money. There were hippies who came to the magic city, curious kids and druggies from all over the world. Many used to sleep for free in the park or on the stairs of the National Monument. True enough, these guys who had over stayed their welcome roamed the streets, often begging me too for a hand out.

In those days the parking of cars in the city had become a major problem and the first parking meters had appeared on the streets. Charley had been a certified lock smith, although he was thrown out of the profession for duplicating keys of bank safes. He now figured a way to help the poor kids. He had secretly made keys for the newly appeared parking meters and gave them to all the kids who asked for money. He explained that their piggy banks where all over town and with the provided key they could serve them selves. For his trained locksmith eye, the first parking meters where simple enough and he easily made keys to gave away, just for his own satisfaction. He never showed me how he did it. He was proud of himself to have had that generous and helpful idea. It did not take long for the police to find him out. Some careless kid had been taken in who spilled the beans. He was arrested and led before a magistrate. This entire episode happened long before I knew him. He told me how the punishment for his giving out keys was difficult for the prosecutor and the judge to determine. One; the legality of the very parking meters was still in question. A discussion was going on over who had the right to tax the streets and two; Charlie had not damaged anything or stolen anything himself, three; the amount of money that had been taken by the key holding kids could not be determined. So the judge gave Tiroler Charlie a stern warning. The judge had said: “Charlie, this time you will get away with a warning. Be informed however that the next generation parking meters will be much better constructed now that you have pointed out that they are vulnerable. I bet you will not be able to open the new ones.”  Charlie immediately answered the judge: “Your Honor, thank you for your leniency, I heard you loud and clear, and I accept your bet. My honor as a lock smith is at stake and I bet you that I can open them.”

 

He then asked me help him with his task to defend his honor. I was amused about his story and found it hard to refuse such challenge, and I agreed. We went out for an inspection of the newly placed modern parking meters. They looked impressive indeed. Mounted on a 2 inch steel pipe, embedded in a block of concrete, buried deep in the ground they where practically immovable. Investigating them at location with a tent built around was not impossible but impractical, so it was decided to get one in order to study it in the privacy of his workshop. To do this we developed an ingenious device, a movable tent, to discretely remove one. In Holland we have transport tricycles for big loads. The front is a wooden flatbed of almost a meter and a half square that rests on an axle with wheel on each side. The driver sits on a saddle on top of the back wheel and his feet turn the drive chain. His hands move the flatbed in the direction the contraption is going. We had found a tricycle like that in a carport of our squatted house. Covered by a layer of dust with flat tires it had stood there many years. We mounted sticks on the four corners and connected those with horizontal bars. About one meter high it was. We covered the frame with old carpets and tarpaulin overlapping flaps in front. It was now a box big enough to hold a man. With a handsaw we made a slit 3 inch wide, in front of the wooden flatbed, all the way till the axle. That was to get the parking meter inside the box. Charlie had obtained a huge pipe cutter and his chariot was now ready for action. We waited till night fall and with Charlie inside I pushed it all the way across the wide main road. The weather was bad; there was not a dog outside. The rain came in gusts and the wet autumn leaves were flying through the darkness. With here and there a street lamp the light was scant and I was feeling excited and alert. Through an alley, on across another street onto the canal streets where the parking meters were. After a little more pushing I found an empty parking spot under a tree at a dark corner. The rain and cold wind made it the perfect night for our adventure. The trees rustled and swung their low branches and splattered me with wet leaves. I pointed the tricycle straight at the parking meter. The pipe went through the flaps and the slit, the parking meter was now right inside the box with Charlie. I walked away while he did his cutting. In case of a night stroller, or a dog walker coming too close, I was to whistle a certain melody. At my third pass, when I asked, I heard the muffled “All Clear” signal from within. Then I pulled the tricycle away from there. Up the steep bridge to turn left and get home as fast as possible. Looking back I saw the short steel pipe sticking out of the street where once had been the parking meter. Nobody would miss it or even know that there had been a parking meter. The trip back home was cold and apart from the feeling of victory uneventful. Once back inside the building Charlie carried his loot wrapped in a cloth with him to his dwelling.

 

I did not see him for a few weeks but one day Charlie came up with a bunch of keys. “It is time to try out my work, come along,” said he, “you have to watch for me, part of the deal.” He explained that the meters had indeed not been easy to crack; each one needed three keys to get at the money. He showed me three bunches of different size keys. One key to open the top, the second to free the box which held the coins and the third key to open it. The box was attached on a strong thin chain. We went out, again on a dark stormy night. It was autumn and the weather was often bad. Charlie was dressed in his black raincoat with a multitude of inner pockets that held pliers, cutters, a breaking iron and the rest of the tools of his trade. On his head a rolled up baklava, on his hands thin gloves. I put my darkest winter coat and gloves and out we went. The eerie light from the few street lamps through the moving branches, the rain and the howling wind made it a perfect horror movie scene. After midnight we spotted the perfect parking meter, between two parked cars, just there where a street lamp was not working. While Charlie started trying and inserting one key after the other, I walked around again with that crazy melody in my head. Nobody disturbed us; it was no weather for any one to be outside. At one of my passes he came away triumphantly and I heard the sound of silver. He attacked the next one much more confidently, but still needed a lot of time. When he had found the three keys that worked as passkeys for one row of meters on one street, the next street needed other keys again. I saw sometimes a glimpse of his doings, a flash of the many keys in the windy night under a tree that moves and rustles and the wind is raving loose leaves in the autumn storm. At a spot that was a bit more exposed, to save time, he would just open the top, insert the breaking iron for the money box, get it out and cut the chain with his strong cutting pliers. He would put the box in one of his deep pockets and move on. How many he opened I don't recall, but later that night we drank on his success in a few bars. We always paid with coins, not to raise suspicion we could not stay long in one place. We bought cigarettes from coin operated machines, and we ate at an automatic food dispenser. A few days later he asked me to come again but I refused. My argument being that I helped him keep his bet with the judge, to defend his honor, but I was not going to be a burglar, no thank you very much. He accused me of cowardice, but who was the stupid one when a few weeks later he was behind bars, for a good while this time? He had made keys for other people again and of course they had been caught and of course they had sung. I did not see Charlie for a few months; however, he did come back. Last time I saw him he was tapping electricity from a high tension wire. He had taped beer bottles two feet apart as insulators on a long bamboo pole. A thick copper wire was wrapped around each bottle neck and he shoved the pole out of his window until the copper wire touched the electric tramway overhead lines. The other end went into a buzzing transformer the size of three cubic feet. His room was the first one to have light that night. The guy who collected the money from the twenty or so people living here, to pay the monthly electricity bill, had eloped with the money, so what were we to do?