Whatever you all think of me, I can say that I have all my life dated woemn age 19. The relationships lasted from short 2 to long 8 years and where always fantastic.
When 22, I met Margona from Sweden 19 yrs old, we were 5 years fine until she went off with another guy. The at 28 I met Katharina 19yrs, from Holland, in Amsterdam. We lived like man and wife, for 5 yrs, and when it got to hot in the RED SEA on our sailing boat she went home, looking back at a good time with me. Then at 35 I met Israeli Sabra Vicky, 19 yrs old, just finishing her military service. She joined me and was my boatwife for 8 years until in the Caribbean she left with a handsome Brazilian. Devastated and lonely I met Linda, from Dominica , she was 19 and I was 46. We lived together 3 years and parted but are still best frinds today.
Then came Sariela who was a few years younger than 19 and Valentina, a few years older than 19. But last year I met Anie, who lives nearby and is 20. I am 61 now and we are very happy when we are close. Sex a little, that sure, but mostly, just talk, cooking, video games, laughter.
I asked them often why are you with me girls?
They had dozens of reasons:
same age boys are kids, we want a man,
young boys have no father power,
they do not know their place in life yet
and most important young men are jealous and posessive. That pissed them off the most.
I leave them free, who am I to say what they should do or not do? I admire them for their young vigor, their power, their fresh loving look, and a lot of other things.
And my advice to you who looks for younger lovers is to go South. Where the life is more natural and the people know still how to share love. The knowledge of the old goes to the young, the power of the young invigorated the old, It is an exchange of forces and so both are happy. She learns from me, and I keep young by absorbing her young language and style.
Charley Chaplin did it, Edith Piaff did it, and Bob Marleys father was 58 and his mommy 17, see what a star came from that union.
whomever talks against young and old together knows not of real life.
Come to the tropics, Caribbean, Africa, Thailand, and experience the fullness of loving tenderness away from the stupid always better knowing cold girls from the cold countries.

And then you want a serious relationship you say? Let me tell you that all my relationships were and are dead serious. I give my all and everything each and every moment. And sometimes two girls competed for my love, and then I introduce them to each other and have them make friends. It has happened that they went in bed with me together, but ok, that was just a few times.
The royal treat they gave was just because I deserved it is what they said when I asked wow, how come you two do me together now? Ah, cumm to the tropics and start a life!

Respect is the keyword today and very much concern about the lack of it. Re- means again, like in return, review, research, -spect comes from looking, as in spectator, spectacle. Respect means look again, to look twice, to double look.If someone respects the law he looks very good at it and if someone demands respect he has something that merits looking at him again. Where people live impulsively, acting on the spur of the moment, doing whatever the basic instinct dictates, respect does not come into play. Only to look once, without thinking and to do without thinking is lacking respect. Know Thy Self means the same as respect yourself, look at yourself. Not after it is too late, after a stupid act took place, when one finds him/herself in trouble, but before. Apologies always come too late, sorry always is a waste of words. It always means disrespect. My wish to all educators and all who want to learn: look again, and again and again, until you see. Remember the words of Jesus: He who has eyes, that he may see.

To answer the Jewish person that replied on my letter about Israel and wanted to know my religion. I am religious, yes, and very much so, but I have not one established so called religion. I have been called a Gnostic, someone who has God in his very being; and nothing stands between me and God. No dogma, rule, organization,  cult or group. From my earliest days the world has tried to make me believe that the Jewish god is jealous and should be feared, the Christian god is not one but three, the Islam prophet with his twelve wives was the true One and that Krishna should be my guide to the Divine, as well as Buddha whose teachings will lead to enlightenment. I studied all and every way, followed all the ceremonies, kissed the hands of priests, visited the Pope, drunk Jesus blood and ate his body, I saw the Dalai Lama and sung Orthodox Gregorian psalms, all to no avail. Not an inkling of the Divine. Untill my journey was directed inward and I got rid of the endless teachings of the religious conmen and priests and leaders. Only when I made myself empty of the past and arrived at the present, now, did I start to see the light. In the nothingness wherewith the Bible begin, in the emptiness of nothingness, did the Divine enter. By putting away myself God could enter. Call it meditation, or watchfulness, or awareness, call it love.. When I see the trees dance in the wind and the flowers open to shed their perfume, when the children come laughing to dance around me and the birds sing their song, I know that I am part of the universe, part of what you call God. By dismissing old rules of the past and becoming a presently living human being, I experience religiousness. And I recommend every person to look inward to find the center of your being where no other than pure knowledge can judge your self, where God resides in all its pureness and love. Unfortunately, this truth cannot be thought, it can only be experienced. It cannot be learned or received or given. You can only discover yourself by observing yourself and by fading out all lies and untruths, Until the Truth takes over. You was born out of love, it is your very core. Rediscover it it by shedding all learned rules and regulations, peel away layer  after layer of so called knowledge until you find back your inner emptiness, where the original you, made of love, resides. I'll meet you there.

Let me tell you once again, the reasons for  violence, crime, insecurity, lack of respect.

Like a blind man groping in the dark is the person asking about solutions for the violence, the lack of concern, the hate and the pain it causes. Jesus message of love has never been implemented by the churches that have sprouted up around His ideas and teachings. Born out of love and born with love everybody should be loving. But the politicians and priests have destroyed that love from day one. Love makes one a rebel. Rebel against the lies and the hate. Against the possessiveness of the world. Love does not posses. Love is freedom. And freedom does not exist in this world of frontiers, religious laws and capitalistic money hoarding. Frustration is the result of those people who cannot suppress their love any longer. The church wants you to be their member and nobody else’s member. You  belong to this or that church, you are not free, you cannot be love. Love cannot be restricted to one thing only, then it is not love, then it is preference. One must love his country, but can only do so by hating ,or not so strong, disliking other countries. Every nation calls itself best, implementing that others are worse. There is no love in that. Every persons intrinsic nature is love when born. From the beginning this love is curbed, destroyed and corrupted. What of a jealous God that tolerates no other? Is that Love? The religions have created fear, the opposite of love. Only people that are afraid are easy to manipulate. A person of love knows no fear. Love is courageous. The politicians and the priests work hand in hand, you always see them together at official happenings. They do not want loving people, they cannot be manipulated. The natural love that is everybody birthright is hidden, hurt, damaged, but not destroyed completely, it cannot disappear totally. Hence the rebellion, the frustrated violence, the crazy deeds from those who themselves not know why they go crazy. In fact everybody is part of the madness. Except for those few that come like Jesus, with words of love, and whips to chase the moneymakers, and words of comfort for the whores, nobody gives in to the natural love that is the basic source of life. People like Jesus that want to change the hate policy and the wrong of the authorities are killed, deported or otherwise eliminated. Society has no place for those who are filled with love. When love is in a person, why should he go to a church or temple to look for God? When he is dancing, happy, full of gods love, why look for god in books, temples? That is why we have this violence, crime and problems in the world. And here in our own backyard. When more people are involved in planting trees and flowers than in making weapons and war, maybe the world would begin to heal. It won't happen. For those who feel the wrongs, because love is still alive  inside, hold on, you are not alone, a few of us are always around, But to protect ourselves we must operate under the surface, low profile. Because we upset the policies from church and state.    

I am here again to educate and help to modernize your old fashioned view of sexual conduct. Because the way you and most older people have been thinking about sex has only led to HIV infections, teen pregnancies and  abortions, frustrations, feelings of guilt and domestic violence, rape and unhealthy sexual practice.

Your habit of hiding the truth about the beauty of  sex has never done any good or helped young curious people one bit.

I agree that sex is not the only matter in the life of men and women. It is however the means by which all men and women came and will come into this world. And it is on the minds of every young person, if not all of the time, then much of the time.

Humanimals  are the only animals that can consciously enjoy sex for other reasons than procreation. Western religion-makers of old needed to control the masses and as sex is enjoyed by everyone, they made sex a sin, and they condemned sex as long as it was not done like animals, for multiplication only...Which scared the ignorans enough to do what the church told them to do.

In the East this mean idea was never developed and there it was that ways where discovered to reach heavenly ecstasy and even enlightenment through artful sexual conduct. They call this art Tantra. The pleasures of the body are cultivated, and things like bondage, rape and sado-masochism are unheard of in the East. They are the product of the churches condemnation of the most natural thing that can happen between two humanimals.

In mother nature’s world, sex is the main reason for everything that happens, for how things look, smell and sound. Flowers that turn into fruits do that for procreation. Fragrance of flowers and also smells of humans are to attract the other gender. It is for the joy of living that sexual activities are created by God. All of us are equipped with the tools to enjoy each another. Colors  and fragrances of  flowers are to attract insects that will enter the flower to get at the honey that is deep inside so that the insect will get pollen on its skin which often is hairy, like the bee, in order to pick up as much as possible to bring it  to other flowers so they can reproduce.

Songs that birds sing in the forest, are to attract birds of the other gender, in order to meet and breed. Even the good taste of some berries and fruits eaten by birds are sexual tricks from the trees and bushes that produce them. The birds and  other animals that eat them do often not digest the seeds inside these fruits  and carry them far away  from the original source.

Lipstick, eye shadow and other cosmetics are to make men  look, and to arouse them. Today’s fashion of  bare backs with a few flimsy strings,  super low pants that reveal  belly buttons and at times more, are to arouse  men, because men get visually turned on.

What the Church does, to use the sexual urge as a means to control people is nothing but a crime against humanity. We have seen that the so called celibate priests go to young innocent boys to satisfy their sexual urges.

It is up to us, responsible adults, to inform the young ones about the great pleasures that can be had with good sexual  conduct, how to avoid pregnancy and diseases, how to get the most out of each encounter. Forgiven are those adults that themselves never had the pleasure and cannot transmit this knowledge. If you are one of those you should abstain from informing the young and the curious, because what you didn’t experience yourself, you cannot teach.

Beware of the one who knows not, but be warned even more for the one who pretends to know...

Valentine or no Valentine, Love is It.  We should have one day set aside to make love the subject is an enigma to me. Everybody is born with, from, through love. Do not believe that sin has anything to do with it. Fact remains that this love is curbed from day one. Love makes one a rebel. Love is freedom, is courage to stand up against the lies.  Jesus love for mankind ended him on the cross, since before His time love has been outlawed. Hate is the permitted emotion, love is not. To show your love for your country, you have to hate other countries, to show love for your church, you must not love other religions. Crusades, inquisitions, Jihad (Holy Wars), Holocausts and what not in the name of religion has gone on since time memorial. How can a country have soldiers if love is there? While love is your natural state of being it has become almost impossible to love. Society does not allow it. Man has been distorted by religion and politics so that hate is easy. Love is dangerous because it makes one an individual and the state and  the church does not want individuals, they want sheep who follow what they say. Humanity is reduced to a crowd of slaves. They still look like human beings, but their souls have been crushed utterly, almost beyond repair. The best way to destroy man is to destroy his spontaneity of love. If man has love, there can't be nations, they exist on hate: Pakistan and India, Israel and Palestine, Guinea and Congo, the list is endless. And if love appears, who will go to the temple, the church, for what? It is because love is missing that people are searching for God. God is nothing but a substitute for your missing love. If your life is a dance, ecstatic, blissful, peaceful, you have attained God already. The loving heart is full of God, otherwise who bothers? Hence, the priest and the politician are against love in humanity, the politician wants to rule your material existence, the priest wants to rule your soul. And the secret is to destroy your love. Man becomes hollow, empty, meaningless. Then they can do whatever they want with humanity, nobody will have the courage to rebel. Love gives courage. Love takes away all fear and the oppressors depend on your fear. You are surrounded by fear, security guards, insurance, an invented Hell to end up if you not follow the priest...Deep down man trembles and hates. Hate is a natural outcome of fear. A man full of fear is full of anger. By poisoning your love energy they have created a split in you, a civil war inside and you are always in conflict and your energy is dissipated. Hence your life has no zestfulness, cheerfulness. It is not  overflowing with energy; it is dull, insipid. It is unintelligent.  Love sharpens intelligence, fear dulls it. Those in power do not  want you. intelligent, because you will see the whole strategy, their games. They want you to be stupid and mediocre. They certainly want you to be efficient as far as work is concerned, but not Intelligent. Humanity lives at its lowest of its potential. Scientific researchers say that man uses only 5 pro cent from his potential intelligence in his whole life. The extraordinary man like Einstein  Mozart , Michelangelo, say the scientists uses up to ten percent, and geniuses maybe 15 percent. Think of a world where people use 100 percent of their potential. Even the Gods will be jealous,  it will be paradise on earth. But right now it is hell. If man was left alone, unpoisoned, then love was simple. Like water flowing downward, like trees blossoming, birds singing. But man is distorted from the day he is born, to such extend that most will never become aware that they are living a false life, a pseudo life, that he is not living as he was meant to live, that he is somehow  living a plastic life, that he is not his real soul.  That is why millions of people are living in misery because they feel  that they are not their own self, that something has gone wrong.  when the child is left alone, allowed to grow, helped to be in harmony  with nature and with himself, if he is supported, nourished , encouraged  to be himself, a light unto himself, then love is simple. One will  simply be loving. Hate will be impossible. Before you can hate, you  first have to be poisoned yourself. One can only give something that  one has. Hate is unnatural, love is a state of health. Hate is a  state of illness, just as illness is unnatural, it happens when you  are out of harmony v~with nature.Hatred .is only symbol of illness, love h  one of health and wholeness and holiness. Love should be the most natural  thing , but it is not, it is the most difficult thing. Hindus hate  Mohammedans, Jews hate Moslems, Christians hate pagans. The way to  show love is to hate others. You are in a mess because you hear talk  of love from the priest but it does not happen. At the same time he  scares you with sin, damnation and hell. Love has been poisoned but   cannot be destroyed. The poison can be thrown out, you can be cleansed.  That is what it means to be reborn, to become a new man. Society can  not keep you a slave to its lies if you decide to be free. Begin a  new life, a natural way of life, a non repressive way of life. A   life not of renunciation but of rejoicing. Hate is like an illness that has  some advantages that love cannot have. Be watchful. The ill person  gets sympathy from everyone; nobody hurts him, everybody is careful  j of what they say to him, he is so ill. He is the focus, the center,  he is important. And if he becomes too attached to this importance he  never wants to be healthy again: he will cling to his illness. Once   healthy he will lose the center of attention, he will be a nobody     again. ten you hate, your ego is fulfilled. The ego can exist only  when it hates, because in hating you feel superior. In hating you become  separate, you become defined, you attain a certain identity. In love the  ego has to disappear. In love you are no more separated love helps you  to dissolve with others. It is a meeting and a merger. If you are too  much attached to the ego, then hate is easy, and love is most difficult.  Be alert, watchful: hate is the shadow of ego, and love needs great  courage. It needs courage because it needs the sacrifice of the ego. Only  those who are ready to become nothing, utterly empty of themselves  are ready and able to receive the gift of love from the beyond. If you  are watchful, love will become simple and hate becomes impossible.  And the day hate becomes impossible and love becomes natural, you have  arrived home. Then there is nowhere to go , to look; God has been  achieved. To be absolutely natural is all that is meant by finding  God. Happy Valentines day, every day in love, happy day. 

It's hard to put a date on it, but some time ago, women became emancipated. They invade the workplace, other than housemaids and nurses I mean, and they became a considerable force in the economics of the country. Also in politics do we have women active, and often more so than their male colleges. The emancipation has changed society. It has made many women independent and free. For the family value, many still seek the company of men, which is not always the reason why men seek the company of women. Men for the most part have not kept up with the emancipation and men have not developed and progressed at all. They still live in the past where women had to rely on them for shelter, food and protection. Many men today still do not accept that women are just like them, that they like to be free, independent, strong and in command. I try not to pinpoint exceptions, outstanding examples of excessively strong women, female presidents. pirates even, or scientists. I try to look at the many women that have not had the chance to good or higher education, that have no good paying jobs and that still find themselves in the hands of men that abuse them. It is those men that cannot accept that their dominant role is over. Through centuries of male dominance, men feel that they can abuse women and get away with it. Even today, even here on Sint Maarten do men beat up women and think that they are right. How to stop this is beyond my comprehension other than to tell every man who reads this that he must watch himself and all other men he knows. That every man must look deep inside and find that he is only half of Gods creation, and that woman is the other half, which makes us equal. If man has rights, so has woman. if he can screw around so can she. If he can work, so can she.

If there is no equality, then slavery is not yet abandoned. Mental slavery, economic slavery. And religious slavery as well, because the Bible makers of old where men who did not want to admit the power of women and women have been underrated from the first days of so called Christianity. They could not and still cannot get into the high church jobs, reserved for men only. How long it will take before men understand what it means to love a woman or how to love women, apart from getting sexual favors of them, nobody knows, but every man can start to watch his own behavior and in case it needs adjustment, do it. Is it not amazing that for the protection of battered women a foundation had to be made: Safe Haven, while no such thing is needed for men. That should explain enough.

To those who seek (and will find, at some point in time), I recommend: the Masters.  Look for them in the library, on the internet and everywhere, because they are here to help. Call them what you want, do not believe (in) them, but study what they have to say.  And do not stop by One, seek More of Them, All of Them and recognize that there are many. You are not alone.

Here follow the names under which some are known. 

Bob Marley

Jesus

Osho

Neale Donald Walsh

Mahavira

Rudolph Steiner

Gautama the Buddha

Michael Jackson

Gurdief

Erasmus

Eckehardt

The Masters have tried through times memorial to help mankind and the human individual. There are two kind of Masters, those that dwell in the  Radiant Light and sit still to  wait for  seekers to find them and those that also found Enlightenment but go out to teach as many individuals as possible to lift them over and above their present state of ignorance, poverty, suffering and loneliness. Some use songs and music, even jokes and tricks. These Masters or Enlightened Ones, or Buddha’s, or Saviors, or Christ’s, call them Stars, have given methods of learning, solutions, ideas and concepts to alleviate the pain and the mental agony that exists in every human being that has a thinking and awakening mind.  You know in your soul that there is more than what we have here now. There must be more than the killing, the intolerance, the sexual repression, the hunger and poverty. Not one Master alone can satisfy all. But all the Masters together can teach many. Study them, read them, listen to them. Do not follow them but take their advice and ideas and create your own reality with the knowledge they supply. The list of Masters is very much longer than what I put here, and some are more appealing to you than others. Take your pick, you will find more of them while you go along. They will confirm your deepest hidden knowledge and bring it to the surface again. Do not follow them, they do not want dogs, do not obey them, they set no rules.  Recognize your deepest self in their words and let your True Being emerge. Their Word is  the same Truth that  lives deep inside of you but has been buried and covered over by useless information for many years. Throwing out your learned nonsense makes place for the Emptiness or Void that is required for Gods Wisdom to enter. 

Imagine an engine block of  a car, or a plastic housing for a telephone, or a pillar supporting a house, or an ice cube. These things have been made in molds. A mold is an empty space in the shape of the thing wanted. A liquid substance is put in the mold where it takes the shape of the cavity. The liquid substance, be it hot plastic, molten iron, concrete or water solidifies inside the mold which is then opened for the object to emerge. The item could not come into existence without the emptiness of the mold. The same is true for what you call “God’s” Wisdom. This what you call “God”  is Infinite Wisdom, Infinite Creativity, Perfect Compassion and Love, it can only enter you when you create  space for it. As long as you are full of thoughts and ideas of what you call God or Allah or Brahman or Jehovah, It can not enter you. It needs a totally virgin, empty mind. Does not the Bible begin with the words: In the beginning there was NOTHING? That NO-THING is needed for “God”, which I call the Unified Field, or simply the Universe, to begin its Work. The Masters try to let you find that Void, that Emptiness in which “God” can manifest itself. Through you “God” wants to Be. But how can “God” enter you when your mind is full of so called “knowledge” (of religions for instance), which is believed by you, which you cling to as a barnacle to a ship. The space that “God” should occupy is already filled up. You have stashed years of useless information and your mind is churning the same information over and over and you reach no where. If only you could empty your head, let go of all you ever learned, all you believe in, all that you are presently “following”. You could then find the Light and be True and Free and an instrument for God to play.  

My girlfriend got a dildo, 3 speed with batteries, very realistic, from Santa Claus. Unfortunately there was no instruction sheet. Being very religious she says that for a man masturbation is not allowed by the Holy Book that states that a man should not spill his seed on the earth. As a woman has nothing to spill she thinks that it is OK for her to masturbate, can you confirm this? Before she gives it a try, she wants to be sure.  

Religiously ignorant boyfriend

Hearing the dreadful news on the international radio waves, I realize how very fortunate we On St. Maarten/Martin are. Earthquakes, floodings, wars, murder and rape trials, ethnic and religious violence, the list is endless. The world has made hell for itself. Man against man in all its ugly forms. Why this is so, I cannot understand. How men have let themselves be so sickly indoctrinated with beliefs in superiority and so blinded as to fight other men, of the same race and country often, anyway, of the same planet, the globe. This silly idea of globalization has until now done nothing to bring peace and understanding to the planet. Neighbors are fighting as never before, weapon production is in full gear and the hate between nations goes on. The primitively is everywhere and civilized behavior is almost unheard, of. Efforts to curb violence are not made, to curb the fabrication of weapons, to educate for love and constructive environment protection, to broaden the minds of the young, none of it. Religions continue to shout their superior position over others, nations continue to reinforce borders. Immigration policies separate poor from rich, exploiting only those  it can use. Disgusting hypocrisies within beliefs, nations and industries are rampant. The USA fabricates *tools for human torture, high voltage stun guns and belts, for export to countries it condemns for human rights abuses... It bans tobacco at home, only to export it to third world countries... It does not want to curb its greenhouse gas emissions; instead it wants other countries to halt the development of the same, so it can continue to emit its overload of co2. Wish I was ignorant of these truths and live in blissful innocence Now I am bothered by the fact that I know at my fellow men are abusing their Own. And there is nothing I can do about it.

Having been a sailor on yachts for 15 years, I have encountered dolphins in the wild, that is: the open sea, often enough. It is a joy and pleasure to see these creatures play under the bow wave, jump and turn. I wish everybody could see it. Then I saw 2 dolphinaria , one in Holland, Harderwijk and the other on La Palma, a Spanish island in the Mediterranean. Wonderful, amazing and unforgettable. Better than lions in a circus, or the elephants and tigers, monkeys, and what have you... However, I hate to see anybody, any animal in captivity. But well, what people do to each other, for small things like stealing, money embezzling and other materialistic abuses is not very different.  Full jails everywhere. Then the poor cows, the pigs and worst of all the fowl. These innocent animals are worse of than all the others together. Prisoners all their lives, they are killed in their prime, to end up on our plates. I hope mr. Graham Crabtree reads this, and please explains to me what is so different In a dolphin from a playing calf in the meadow, a performing tiger in a circus or a chicken in a box, being force fed to be mechanical killed, plucked and put in a freezer. The mentality expressed in the article:  Save the dolphinsÓ, was more against the person who wants to open a dolphin lagoon to let people enjoy these lovely animals than it was to defend the animals itself. Defend them,  by all means, but please also fight for the closing of all zoos, abolishing of animal slavery in circuses and stop ignoring the cows, chickens and other food-chain animals.

They are all our living friends, and all of them are just as endangered as we human animals are. Otherwise the exercise of writing SAVE THE DOLPHINS articles make no

 impact on any rational, logical thinking human being. None. Short sighted people may love to follow the sentimental, emotional subject of just this one air breathing water creature as they will likewise give their signature to save the gold winged butterfly in Mozambique. SAVE THEM ALL, as God spark of life is in all of them.                  

One of the women I sex is married, I found out lately. I asked her how she can justify being with me. She replied that her husband could not satisfy her, but she could satisfy him any and all times. So, she argued, I have the right to get what I need from you and he has to behave himself. If I catch him with another woman I shall divorce him, because he has no reason. Now, as I can satisfy her, through my excellent self control, I asked her if I could have other lovers besides her. Indignantly she said that if she found another woman around by me, she would kill her. Do you think that right? Should I not make as many women happy as possible? Of course they must be single and of legal age, and with the necessary precautions, what we call today: safe sex.

Climax Master

Sorry to say that I observed some car with 2 adult women and 3 children in it stop at a garbage container, toss a plastic with garbage towards it, so it fell next to it, and drove off. Pulling up next to the car, I asked the lady driver why she could not pick up the bag and throw it in the container. I got the finger and she sped of. Being just behind I saw the children wave angrily at me, as if to say: how dare you bother, get of my case. Next I saw a lady with shopping bags trying to cross. Several cars in front drove on, as if she wasn't there. I stopped to let her cross, only to get honked at from the car behind me. Next I bought a bread and a piece of cheese at a supermarket. The bag boy double bagged it and when I asked why 2 bags for such a small light load, he shrugged. I explained that the more bags are given out, the higher the prices in that shop must go. Although one isn't charged for them, they cost something and the shop buys them somewhere. Then, those bags end up in the pond fill. At 5 grams a bag, at 10.000 bags a day, at 350 days a year that is: over 17 thousand kilos of wasted  material per year. Why is nobody concerned? Why do we not separate glass from the garbage, like all civilized countries? Why do you think Europe is so rich? Not because they waste, but because they conserve, recycle and charge for shopping bags. The American way to waste is outmoded and long outdated, as also the USA starts to understand that the world has limited resources. Our teachers strike for better compensation for their work, Do they teach concern for the little things that make life worthwhile?

Here is the remedy for the national problem. Most people claim to be nationals of the country they are born in. Others through marriage with one that is born there, others through being there very long. The ones that believe to be born there do so because their birth certificate says so, or  their parents say so. But nobody can be sure. For, let me tell you: nobody, not one living human being remembers consciously where, when and from whom s-/he was born. Nobody remembers the day, the week, the month, not even the year s-/he was born. Neither can the place of birth be remembered. So this outcry: I am right, because I'm born here, is based upon second hand information, documents and family.

Strangely enough, nobody knows this from the heart for sure. The only thing that one can know for sure, is not when and where one is born exactly, but in general, that one is born on planet Earth, one can be sure. We human animals are all born on this here ball of dirt that hurls through space with an incredible speed around the star we call the Sun once a year, and which turns with a speed of  40.000 km per 24 hours around its own axis. There can be no mistake, we are all global citizens, and we better live up to it. It's high time we realize that. Internet calls the world the global village. That now is too much, The world is big. Almost big enough to hold us all. If we continue to multiply as in the last 50 years soon there will be not enough place for us all. With rigorous birth control, intelligent family planning, we may save some degree of comfort for our children, because we are all together on this planet. We must realize that we here, use 12 times more waste than people in Africa, and that their suffering is the indirect result of our wasting. So Let me hear you scream:I am  right, I am born here. When "here" means the Earth. We should scream that all together, no matter where we are born.

… Queen Victoria knew about sex and its consequences, however, any woman who makes 9 children is obviously not aware of the ramifications of her sexual conduct. Nine times child birthing is no joke, the poor woman in her ignorance must have suffered a lot. Also, no woman can be pregnant 9 times and bring up so many children well. Her only excuse is that in those days, condoms did not yet exist.

 In order to divert from the subject you dare assume that I know nothing about other aspects of human relationships and you dig up my past. Well, I was (ab)used by two women who left me after taking a child from me. That was, I know now, for my spiritual development. I learned that (Gautama the) Buddha left his wife to find Enlightenment, that Jesus (the Christ) never went into relationships with women, but was sympathetic with prostitutes and that Mohammed, (Prophet of Allah), had nine wives, and allowed his followers to have 4 at the time. ( Which explains where the gay men come from, if the ratio man-woman is about 50:50) Any way, the subject is about young persons sexual information. And carnival is coming.

Sex brings joy into this world, it will always be a most intriguing aspect of life.

Then you change my “sound sexual practice”, into: “judging a partner”. It is not the same and judging is a most unholy and impossible thing to do. Does not the Bible say: “Judge not that Thy will not be judged?” Witness the number of divorces, after people judged each another to stick together forever. Although we are not discussing my past, I was fooled by two women who judged to live with me for 5 and 8 years, when we were mature and adult enough to choose and sex each another. Did they judge my intellect or my money? Once they had my child with my (by them judged right) genes, they took off with our matrimonial bank account.

We talk about sexual education, and Tantra. People are here on earth to Love each another. You may think of another kind of love than me, but my Love includes yours, mine is the Love of God, all encompassing and for everyone. Love is where you put your attention, my attention is everywhere, not only at sexual matters. My Love has nothing to do with sex, but sex surely can bring you to this (Gods) Love. Sound sexual practice everybody should learn about ( book: Sexual Secrets, the Alchemy of ecstasy, by Nik Douglas and Penny Slinger, available at our local bookstore, or amazon.com)

Sexual education in Europe starts at a very early age and note that the highest number of teen age pregnancy of all developed countries is in the USA . By the way, there is also the highest infant mortality.....

This is the subject. You did not help a 12 year old girl who asked how to avoid pregnancy . You said the best way is to have no sex. That is the same as answering a child that asks how to avoid tooth pain by saying: eat no sweets.

Thy Will will not be done. As Gods advice not to kill or lie or steal, etc., is ignored by grown up mature judge-ripe persons, so your advice not to have sex will be ignored by youngsters. The mother did not choose to inform the child. Obviously she wants a grandchild. What else is new? Nobody be surprised when next year another child-mother fails her classes. A 15 year old mother with a child of two years old has real, true problems . It can be helped if someone like you had told her how to avoid pregnancy when she was 12.

In finishing, please tell me what exactly is the benefit in refusing a child the information to avoid pregnancy in detail, completely, sex, condoms, pills and all? Nobody is ever too young to hear the Truth. Truth is Love is Truth. The Truth shall set you Free, remember? The Truth is: explicit informative education. To be had from the parents first and foremost, but if they do not know , then the schoolteacher, or in this case, The Womans Desk, or the house doctor, or you or me, or get books about it. But don’t tell the curious and seeking person to just say no. That has never yet worked.( see the number of teen pregnancy.)

 Listen to the radio, what do we hear? Songs with young fresh male voices, trembling with emotions that sing: “What am I supposed to do without you”, and: “Lover come back”, and , “Please don’t go, I don’t want you to go”, and “Do not forsake me Oh, my darling”, and: “Baby give me one more chance”. These are lines from different songs sung by evidently troubled young men. Men who are left alone by their girl friends or women friends. Weak men. Men without guts. They are begging and asking and pleading their woman- friends to come back, to stay, not to leave them alone. Lamentations and expressions of weakness. None of these singers is able to be alone and take care of himself. Crying for the woman to return. Like children asking mommy to stay. Any woman with ears that hear will silently laugh at those helpless impotent men that beg and plead and pray to them.

 What is music supposed to be, and what do we want to hear? I always thought that music was an expression of joy, of celebration, of energy flowing from one heart to another. Not lamentations for lost lovers.

 Women that are left alone by men never beg them to come back. At least not in songs that I hear on the radio. Do you ever hear a woman sing that kind of begging words? On the contrary, they sing that they wish men love, when they go out alone into the world. They express their force, by singing that they can stand alone. Women are stronger, they get on with life.

 Men who read this, take notice. Are you a feeble one clinging to your woman’s skirts or are you a real man who can be alone and feel good alone? Because only than a woman will find you her equal and her love will be true. Otherwise her love is like pity, or mercy, coming from her inner source of mother power, to rescue a lost baby, those men in their suffering lonesome situation. When both partners have realized true love for the world, for everything and everybody else, when the man has become love, there is no need to beg for her presence, she will be attracted naturally. You know the saying: “If you look for a friend, be one”. The same applies for love. “If you want love, be love”. Once you are love, you cannot fall in it any more, and you cannot fall out of it any more. You can only rise in true love.

 Then they say,” A woman’s place is in the kitchen”, but chefs in good restaurant kitchens are always men.

 Men do not bleed naturally and in reality they are afraid of blood. Women take care of bleeding victims in hospitals, male nurses are rare. To hide their cowardice, men fight and compete and box and wrestle. They war and try to draw blood from each other. They deny women the natural fact that they are stronger, by calling them “baby”. Men cannot get baby’s, they are not equipped for that. So, most men are baby’s themselves, most of their lives, wanting a mother-like girlfriend or wife to take care of them. When she has enough of mothering and bothering to care for him, and finally goes her way, he cries and begs and laments. Worse, often he becomes violent and tries to hurt her and scare her into staying, by physical force.

 Listen to the radio and hear the lamentations and identify if you are a man who depends on your woman’s mother-power, or if you live independent and free, if you are a woman who mothers her man, or if you both are real lovers, and together for the joy of life, for the celebration of living.

 This observation will help you to evolve into your Higher Self and to become the: One You Want To Be. To Be Who You Really Are.

There are a few fundamental things to be understood. First, a man and a woman are on the one hand halves of the other, and on the other hand, opposite polarities. Their being opposites attracts them to each other. The farther away they are, the deeper will be the attraction; the more different from each other they are, the more will be the charm and beauty and attraction. But there lies the whole problem. ten they come close, they want to come closer, they want to merge into each other, they want to become one, a harmonious whole— but their whole attraction depends on opposition, and the harmony will depend on dissolving the opposition. Unless a love affair is very conscious, it is going to create great anguish, great trouble. All lovers are in trouble. The trouble is not personal; it is in the very nature of things. They would not have been attracted to each other— they call it falling in love— they can not give any reason why they have such a tremendous pull towards each other. They are not even conscious of the underlying cause hence a strange thing happens, the happiest lovers are those who never meet. Once they meet, the same opposition that created attraction b becomes a conflict. On each small point, their attitudes are different although they speak the same language, they cannot understand each other. The way a man looks at the world is different from a woman. For example, a man is interested in far away things — in the future of humanity, in the faraway stars, whether there are living beings on other planets or not. A woman simply giggles at the whole nonsense. She is only interested in a very small closed circle— in the neighbors, in the family, in who is cheating his wife, whose wife has fallen in love with the chauffeur. Her interest is very local and very human. She is not worried about reincarnation; neither is she concerned about life after death. Her concern is more pragmatic. She is concerned with the present, here and now. Man is never here and know He is always some where else. He has strange occupations— reincarnation, life after death. If both partners are conscious of the fact that it is a meeting of oppositions, that there is no need to make it a conflict, then there is a great opportunity to understand the totally opposite point of view and absorb it. Then the life of a man and a woman can become a beautiful harmony. Otherwise it is a continuous fight. There are holidays. One cannot continue to fight twenty four hours a day, one needs a little rest too— a rest to get ready for a new fight. But it is one of the strangest phenomena that for thousands of years men and women have been living together, yet they are strangers. They go on giving birth to children, but still they remain strangers. The feminine approach and the masculine approach are so opposed to each ether that unless a conscious effort i5 made, unless it becomes your meditation, there is no hope of having a peaceful life.  Those are the words of Osho , late enlightened spiritual leader. Next time more , as letters should be short and to the.

There are a few fundamental things to be understood. First, a man and a woman are on the one hand halves of the other, and on the other hand, opposite polarities. Their being opposites attracts them to each other. The farther away they are, the deeper will be the attraction; the more different from each other they are, the more will be the charm and beauty and attraction. But there lies the whole problem. ten they come close, they want to come closer, they want to merge into each other, they want to become one, a harmonious whole— but their whole attraction depends on opposition, and the harmony will depend on dissolving the opposition. Unless a love affair is very conscious, it is going to create great anguish, great trouble. All lovers are in trouble. The trouble is not personal; it is in the very nature of things. They would not have been attracted to each other— they call it falling in love— they can not give any reason why they have such a tremendous pull towards each other. They are not even conscious of the underlying cause hence a strange thing happens, the happiest lovers are those who never meet. Once they meet, the same opposition that created attraction b becomes a conflict. On each small point, their attitudes are different although they speak the same language, they cannot understand each other. The way a man looks at the world is different from a woman. For example, a man is interested in far away things — in the future of humanity, in the faraway stars, whether there are living beings on other planets or not. A woman simply giggles at the whole nonsense. She is only interested in a very small closed circle— in the neighbors, in the family, in who is cheating his wife, whose wife has fallen in love with the chauffeur. Her interest is very local and very human. She is not worried about reincarnation; neither is she concerned about life after death. Her concern is more pragmatic. She is concerned with the present, here and now. Man is never here and know He is always some where else. He has strange occupations— reincarnation, life after death. If both partners are conscious of the fact that it is a meeting of oppositions, that there is no need to make it a conflict, then there is a great opportunity to understand the totally opposite point of view and absorb it. Then the life of a man and a woman can become a beautiful harmony. Otherwise it is a continuous fight. There are holidays. One cannot continue to fight twenty four hours a day, one needs a little rest too— a rest to get ready for a new fight. But it is one of the strangest phenomena that for thousands of years men and women have been living together, yet they are strangers. They go on giving birth to children, but still they remain strangers. The feminine approach and the masculine approach are so opposed to each ether that unless a conscious effort i5 made, unless it becomes your meditation, there is no hope of having a peaceful life.  Those are the words of Osho , late enlightened spiritual leader. Next time more , as letters should be short and to the.

Who is the God of Random? It is the God that many St. Maarteners believe in.

Those that buy lottery tickets and numbers, those that visit casinos and and pray that the God of Random will favor them.

Devoutly they look every day first at the page that shows the winning numbers. Eddy Williams announces with his graveyard voice those numbers, more serene than a prayer to the Virgin Mary, every day on the radio. It is so serious that a nationwide industry is built around the worshiping of the God of Random. Worship booths are abundantly placed at every strategic corner of the land, not a mile can you travel without seeing one or other sect represented. At those booths you can pay your offering and sacrifice your contribution so that maybe the God of Random will favor you with money. All over is the God represented? The God of Random voted for me as I could not make up my mind who to vote for. Who of the candidates merits my confidence? If I look at what the politicians have accomplished the last few years, I worry so much that my ulcer starts to play up.

 Here goes: Mullet Bay problem still not solved, road markings not done, no white lines, domestic violence not made a major criminal offense, mareachausee still not invited back to help curb crime, still nothing done at the road over the St.Peter hill straight into Marigot, which would be a real improvement, instead Link One Phase Two, ending up at the same bottleneck down the hill at Cole Bay, where still no roundabout is planned, the sewage still running wild at the Middle Region road, Dutch Quarter area still looking worse than the fourth world, the lagoon still too polluted too swim in it. And more signs of disastrous conduct by politicians.

So I made 23 scraps of paper and numbered them, folded them and put them in a box, shook it well and choose one . Voila, my vote was decided by the God of Random who is so fervently worshipped in this country. This God decides which team starts at international football( soccer) matches when the umpire flips a coin. When on a narrow road two cars face each other and none wants to give way, the God of Random should be asked to decide who should move first, by flipping a coin in the air and catching it, lay it flat down on the other hand. The stubbornness of drivers is ridiculous and childish. The mentality of the people is so immature; one wonders what will become of the country once it is on its own... The God of Random certainly should be worshipped, as only He knows the outcome.

A conversation with a young American girl who is having a relation with an older man. She is quit bold and I try to transmit or convey her style as close as possible.

I’ve been reading advises many times and I find that you always advice against us, young women, or girls, having relationships with much older men. Where did you get that negative position from? Who are you, and where do you come from? Are you giving your advice in the interest of the Caribbean young people or are you an egotistic woman who just wants to rule her own style?  Most people may not know, but fact is that when He got born, Bob Marley’s black Jamaican mother was 17 and his white English father was 52. He was three times her age! My question is, will any such couple’s child be like Bob Marley, Saintly and making wonderful music for all people? Will history repeat itself? From Bob Marley’s parents we learn that the most unlikely alliance can give the most wonderful result. Will you stop advising against young women making love with older men now that you have also learned the Truth about Bob? Or will you continue preventing possible Stars coming into the world? Any way,I will make love to my very sweet old man for he is a young spirit in an old body, that’s all.

Young black with old white

Not a little reluctant to write about this worn out subject, I am so disgusted and fed up that here goes: the quality of the movies on channel 7 and the most possible influence it has on our future peoples conduct. 9 Out of ten movies are about violence. Every American movie has the same boring ingredients: a gunfight, a car chase and an explosion. Not always in that order but always the same three ingredients. an explosion, a car chase and a gunfight, or several of each. When you've seen one you've seen them all. The so called wrestling madness with bulky unhealthy looking persons with hormonically unnatural pepped up bodies that will deflate after a few years, fill the screen with violence of the worst kind, what exactly is the message? What does the provider of these movies want its public to see, to learn, to become? Monkey see, monkey do, so it is well clear that TV looking youngsters, those with little education will copy the way a gangster holds up a store, restaurant or couple of tourists. Youngsters see and hear the foulest language, what the hell, repeated by the rude awakening dogs on a radio show, and feel important and great when they can foul mouth each another. Is that the way the world is to be? Violent like the old cowboy mentality, that killed the local Indians and now sprays the movie screens with blood, bullets and curses? What a boring culture and way down the drain of civilization. Badly educated youngsters are good to go in the army in order to kill the poorest dressed fighters from other cultures and fill the world with coca cola and Marlboro. Scantily dressed , foul mouthing wrestlers stand as role models for our youth. With decorations from the most hated Nazi time, they walk around the screen as brutal beasts that can hardly speak coherent language. Bashing into each other like crazed animals they depict human creatures at their worst. That the world was so in its earliest days, I can understand, but that it still goes on today, 2000 years later, I find incomprehensible. I do not belong here and I will take my leave, because I see no hope for a place that entertains its TV lookers with gore and blood, fights and explosions in its most primitive form. No educational products, no emotional love stories, no scientific solutions here, nothing to give the viewers any information onto better times. Destruction and hate, made in the USA, thank you, I pass.

I am sick and tired reading about men abusing women. I am a lover, and maybe addicted to love. But I'm also a free man and I will fight for freedom. Freedom in the  total sense, that means my freedom, your freedom, her freedom, their freedom. If dogs are free, why not we? Sung Bob Dylan generations ago. And those sick men that want to take away her freedom, own a woman, to believe that she is his must get cured of their stupid ideas. If a woman loves you, she will be with you, of her own free will. If she is not in the mood to love you, you cannot make her love you. Love is a two way thing. Although the Dutch law prohibits the carrying of pepper spray, no prosecutor will press charges if you managed-  to defend yourself successfully with a can of acrymogene as the French call it. In Marigot it is legally sold over the counter at the gun shop. Anybody can get this defensive article, as small as a woman lipstick, easy to carry in handbag or trouser pocket. Then there is also a gun for sale that is with two barrels that can shoot protection ammunition-  as it is called: rubber pellets, buckshot, or a rubber bullet. It goes of with a loud bang (130db) so as to alert others and to scare away attackers. The bullet or the pellets can hurt when hitting someone within 5 meters. Another gun with rubber bullets is legally for sale over the counter in Marigot, a cylinder revolver with 6 rubber small  shot per cylinder, it comes with two cylinders in a box.Any woman that feels threatened by a man should equip herself with one of the above mentioned defensive items. Maybe not legal Dutch side, but remember, better in jail alive for shooting a rapist or a madman, than raped or dead because of no defense. And I repeat, no prosecutor will press when the defense was proven and necessary, take my word. I do not want to read one more fatality of sick male behavior, I love women too much. The law against defensive items, pepper spray and rubber bullets should be changed right away. That's my idea. What's yours?

One more time I feel the need to express the truth about my origin. Now that the question of local or not local is again on the minds of many people. This person of mine is made of dust, of earth and air. Through the miracle of love did I come into this world, and found myself on this planet. An almost spherical ball with a circumfence of roughly 40.000 kilometer, or 25.000 miles. With my head sticking in the air, and my feet on the earth, I am a citizen of this planet. Of this world. The air that I breath is coming flying from the east, and from any other direction. The food that I eat comes from my own yard as well as the butter from New Zealand, on the other end of the planet, and many many other countries. If one is what one eats, then we all are true internationals. And being the result of breathing the life giving air in our lungs, the air that circles the planet freely, we all are planetary beings, from the life giving free air. Many fathers, brothers, sons and other members of families went overseas to work somewhere else. Would any one want those people, those relatives, treated as unwanted foreigners in those countries they went to? How do small thinking folks try to defend this local rights thing? Through being born one is automatically a world citizen. One has to grow into understanding that we are all together. I can sent you out of my house, out of my yard, out of my village, town, out of my country, of my island, but I can never sent you of the world. And this world is my home, and I share it with all the other living beings. I conclude that if one is what one eats, then it is clear why some people behave just like chickens. Fowl too, can never eat, or live together in peace. If one eats chicken most every day, one may starts to behave like one and does not tolerate others that are not born in the same nest.

After reading  comment on Sinterklaas and his Black Peters I had a vague feeling that he missed something. He states that black Peter represents everything that is: “ugly, stupid, frightening-  and bad”. They are wrong. Beauty and ugliness are in the eye of the beholder, and in the eyes of black people, a white Peter would be more ugly. Stupid now is another matter. What is so stupid to be in the service of a high official? Sinterklaas is(was) a bishop, a pretty high rank in the hierarchy of the Christian church who was the authority at those times. And still very much is. Frightening,Black Peter is only to those children who misbehave and who do bad things. Black Peters are policemen. And they should be frightening to the bad ones. Bad, I do not see where they gets the idea that Peters are bad. And if he feels that Sinterklaas represents all that is good, his feelings are his own. After my research into past, Nicolaus from Myra on the Mediterranean coast in Turkey, was traveling all along the harbors of the then known seas and helped women and children who had lost husbands and fathers through storms a shipwrecks. He gave the children the presents that they needed or liked on the way, some North African young men came along to help him. No slavery , no stupidness, nothing ugly or frightening. Nothing racist about all this, there is no exploitation, and the black fellows help the old man voluntarily. Here on St. Maarten I often enough see some young black boys help carry a load for an old white man. What is so racist about that?? The only person who can ever know who you are and how you think and how you feel is yourself; do not try to speak for others, as you cannot know what the others see, feel or think.

What I as an observer find very strange is that modern  people walk around with the same Book that the racist slave masters of old had in their hand to justify their doings. The old testament of the Bible makes it look like slavery is a normal and accepted practice, and it was in those days. The very book that brought so much misery to so many, now is in the hands of black people that swear oaths on it and believe it is the One and Only Book. Exodus 21 does not talk about what color a slave has, but it makes a difference what the slave beliefs. If the slave was of the same belief as the authors he(she) only had to suffer 6 years, if not,it was a life sentence. Sinterklaas is of the new faith that Jesus came with. No slave talk there and that his helpers happened to be black was mere coincidence, it was there he traveled where the people had had a bit more sun than in Turkey. Cool down mr. Lake, and check with yourself and with history what the facts are. Black Peters are the upholders of morality, and law. To reward the good and punish the bad. Help where it is needed and do so voluntarily.

 What exactly is pride? Is it a good feeling for something one has done? Or because one belongs to a group that one finds better than others? Or is it because one possesses something valuable, that came from labor, heritage or winning the lottery? It's hard to say and so I did a little research into what the ancient sages say about pride. Surprising to you maybe, read here the comments of the wise: Pride is a prison. Pride ends on the dung hill. Nothing is more dangerous for a poor man than pride. The proud are petulant and the petulant are foolish. God does not listen to the prayers of the proud. Concerning the man of pride God has said? “I and he cannot abide together”. ( Talmud, Sotab 55) A proud man never praises anyone. (Zohar) When pride cometh, then cometh shame; but with the lowly is wisdom.(Book of proverbs 11:2) Pride is a reservoir of sin. ( Sirach, Eclesiasticus 10) The proud man cannot humble himself to learn wisdom. (Gaon) There you go, on pride. So whenever I feel a little proud of having the Dutch nationality, after all, Holland does not have any enemies like the USA, I feel also shame to be of a nation that long used slavery, that exploited Indonesia and installed apartheid. Americans may feel proud of being part of the mightiest military nation of the world, if they also are ashamed for having stolen their country from the native inhabitants, waged war almost continuously world wide, but never at home, have more people in jails than any other nation and have more than 15 percent of the population illiterates...Have a very nice day, and just feel good.

Like a blind man groping in the dark is the person asking about solutions for the violence, the lack of concern, the hate and the pain it causes. Jesus message of love has never been implemented by the churches that have sprouted up around His ideas and teachings. Born out of love and born with love everybody should be loving. But  the politicians and priests have destroyed that love from day one. Love makes one a rebel. A rebel against the lies and the hate. Against the possessiveness of the world. Love does not posses. Love is freedom. And freedom does not exist in this world of frontiers, religious laws and capitalistic money hoarding. Frustration is the result of those people who cannot suppress their love any longer. The church wants you to be their member and nobody else’s member. You belong to this or that church, you are not free, you cannot be love. Love cannot be restricted to One thing only, then it is not love, then it is preference. One must love his country, but can only do so by hating ,or not so strong disliking other countries. Every nation calls itself best, implementing that others are worse. There is no love in that. Every persons intrinsic nature is love when born. From the beginning this love is curbed, destroyed and corrupted.

 tat of a jealous God that tolerates no other? Is that Love? The religions have created fear, the opposite of love. Only people that are afraid are easy to manipulate. A person of love knows no fear. Love is courageous. The politicians and the priests do not want loving people, they cannot be manipulated. The natural love that is everybody birthright is hidden, hurt, damaged, but not destroyed completely, it cannot disappear totally. Hence the rebellion, the frustrated violence, the crazy deeds from those who themselves not  know why they go crazy. In fact everybody is part of the madness. Except for those few that come like Jesus, with words of love, and whips to chase the moneymakers, and words of comfort for the whores, nobody gives in to the natural love that is the basic source of life. People like Jesus that want to change the hate policy and the wrong of the authorities are killed, deported or otherwise eliminated.

 Society has no place for those who are filled with love. When love is in a person, why should he go to a church or temple to look for god? ten he is dancing, happy, full of gods love, why look for god in books, temples ? That is why we have this violence, crime and problems in the world. And here in our own backyard. ten more people are involved in planting trees and flowers than in making weapons and war, maybe the world would begin to heal. It won't happen. For those who feel the wrongs, because love is still alive  inside, hold on, you are not alone, a few of us are always around, under the surface, low profile. We are not wanted, because    we upset the policies from church and state. What courage  must the newspapers have, to dare print this very letter of mine.

 Where truth and love is, crime does not happen

Some time ago, I read about a lady who was asked to perform some for her unusual sex acts in bed with her newly required lover man. Not that he was gay, wrote she, but what he wanted was strange to her. She did not explain in detail what was asked of her, but she asked advice from the wise woman in the newspaper. The wise woman did not answer the question other than telling the lady not to give in to a man that gave compliments in the street, that was how she had met him, and other nonsense advice, that would not help any questioner at all.

 However, mentioning the word “gay”, makes one think of man to man action and that implies back door performance. In case he wanted to use her back door, I comment that it is not proper to go through a back door where a front door is available. In case he wanted her to check his back, I elaborate:

 Every woman should study male anatomy if she cares for him, to find out that most men will develop prostate cancer if: 1, he lives long enough and: 2, that gland is ignored. The prostate gland is the place where the “milk” (yogurt, cumm), is produced, which holds and keeps sperm alive until ejaculation. The prostate gland should be exercised and possibly massaged when a man gets over 40-50 years of age.To stimulate the gland and prevent atrophy, sickness or cancer, contractions of the sphincter are very good to do, several times a day. The gland is located inside the body, between the legs, easiest accessible from behind. When a doctor examines it for swelling, indications of inflammation, or cancer, he inserts his finger in the anus. A healthy prostate gland feels in size like a chestnut, firm and round. The feeling is quit pleasant and is erotically arousing. That is why gays who act the female part enjoy much as the male administers his member just there, stimulating and rubbing his partners prostate gland. You have in the meantime understood where the name prostitute comes from. She who relieves the prostate gland of excessive pressure for a reward is called so. Inside tender massage of the gland with a (long) finger or with another soft thing, especially made for, available in sex shops, the active contractions of the sphincter and the eating of cooked, yes, cooked tomatoes(!) seem to prevent prostate cancer. For a fact, Italian men who eat cooked tomato [sauce] on their spaghetti almost every day, have less prostate cancer than any other .

 Women who want to give their men unknown pleasures could explore the male backside in more than one way. When on the verge of ejaculation, a touching of the anus can augment his excitement manifold.

 Please do use condoms and not Vaseline or oil based lubricants, only water based jelly’s, available in every supermarket, drugstore and pharmacy, wash with lukewarm water and use those condoms, try colored ones, or with taste of strawberry or banana, think of carnival coming , ribbed or smooth, use them. Abundantly. Enjoy your God given outfit to the full; it was not created to be ignored.

Is it the drugs that I tried when I was young! Is it the mind that awakened by meditation? Is it the result of the travels I did and the observations of all the dozens of different peoples and colors and religions and cultures? Anyway, tat ever it is, I am a free man. And detest patriotism, nationalism and fanatism. The world is One, this globe that hurls through space with an incredible speed. We are like fleas on the skin of a dog, we humans on the surface of the planet. And we manage to fight each other, we manage to be afraid of each other, so possessive of our own, so egoistically thinking of only ourselves, it is ridiculous. Fights erupt over the most stupid things, killings and murder in uniform are allowed,  in civilian clothes they are not. Ideas about an invisible God make people so hate full of others that they justify land stealing, war and sufferings untold. Way cannot other people see that we are all together on this planet circling the sun? Why must 99.9 percent Of all people follow those to bully others, be it by ideology, military might or money. Why are others not free like me to see the truth ? ty is only the result addressed and not the reason of conflicts? Way are only the symptoms reported and not the source of the troubles? Way is there no unity amongst men? How long will this madness continue? Untill all men have killed each another and polluted the earth so bad that no life will continue? liy do I see and they don’t? Am I so strange when I see the cost of war, the pain and the suffering against peace, sharing and happiness? tat am I doing here if I cannot join an army of fools and walk with them and perish with them? Way should I be free and cry to see the behavior of those that lead his, my world into fights and destruction? If only  could be blind and deaf again, without a brain, how happy would I be. To be just like them.

Now look here, the road is long and heavy. The cars are made to go fast and comfortable. They are so, and we love it. We go in them everywhere. We go as swift as we can go. We love it. And we pay road tax. To have the road made safe. Not to kill or to get killed. The cars and the roads are not made for that. We have to slow down a bit now and again. When a victim dies from our love of cars, it is a martyr, a saintly dead. A speed bump should be made on the spot where a car, that was not made to kill, and the victim, who was not meant to die, collided. We should slow down for that. Get real. Our cars and roads are not made to kill. Mistake too bad. I vote for a bump at the spot that a life, a precious life was taken, by a car that was not made to kill. To plant a tree alongside the spot, as memorial, with a bump, so that all that pass can reflect a moment on death and the car that he is in. Not made to kill, not meant to die. How sad. Better study the art of dying. Just to be prepared, you never know. And better still, study the art of driving, untill you really know. Those things we should do. With a speedbump well visible, we slow down. For death we must slow down. Always and forever. Respect

Originally the December parties had nothing to do with Jesus, the Christ. It has an older, more primitive feeling of happiness that stems from the fact that winter is over. On the 21st December, that day is the shortest day of the year on the northern part of our planet Earth. The longest night is passing and the 22nd day of December is a little longer and the light returns. Nobody knows if Jesus was born on the 24th; my Bible, the Christian Community Bible, even tells me that Jesus most probably was born a few years before what we call year 0.  It were the religion makers later that conveniently put the magic personality on the most celebrated time of the year, even if they got it wrong by few weeks . No matter at all, it is the time that the light returns, and that is the true reason for the good feelings that originated in the northern part of our planet long before the Christ was created.

Frustrated, in the southern part of our planet, the nights grow longer and the days shorter. Nothing to celebrate there. It was the northern man who brought the December party to the south, Australia, South America , South Africa... So if your origin is from the south, and you don't feel that inner relief and happiness that is deeply ingrained in the northern soul, do not worry, celebrate anyway, as you are here now. On 17 degrees north over the equator, where we are, we have only two hours difference with the longest day,21 June, when the turn takes place, which should be Christmas  for the southern half of the planet. In Holland and England the difference is as high as 12,13 hours between mid- summer and mid winter day. That is where the change is really felt and it explains why we have a northern tree, the pine tree, cut down as a sacrifice.

In the high north no daylight at all reaches the earth in winter; no wonder Santa Claus gets away from the north Pole, it is permanent night there now. A very happy New Year to you all, that you may have Health ,Love and Good Fortune.

No wishing list this year for me. I finally realized that Santa Claus comes every day. In whatever form, or appearance, the good giver is always there. How else did I get through all those years? What did I do for the world, for my fellow men and ladies, for the children? I surely did not do enough, by far. And still, everything was always there for me. Shelter, food, luxuries like telephony, wheels to go, radio, often choice of foods, clothes, and things to do. How very rich am I. Compared to many poor men and women, children in the cold and wounded refugees so very many, displaced by evil thinkers and evil deeds by ruthless men to men. How very poor are those, that suffer so much. Compared to me who has it all, although compared to a middle class suburban dweller I have nothing. My house is so small, I have no TV, I have no bathtub. Not even a swimming pool or a garage to put a car. Modest to the limit, I still have everything, gotten from the world, from other men who made the things I have. The things we must maintain as long as we own them. And I have it all year round, not only for Christmas, not at all from a man in a red coat who comes on a flying sledge with reindeer. What a great strange story; what people do for the kids; it is shockingly serious foolery. Painful for poor people who can't buy things, hurting for those who have no family or those who are displaced. No wishes for me this year, at this particular time, all my wishes have come true already, why ask for more. Wish for contentment with all your heart, I welcome you to it. Then your Christmas will last forever.

To the readers that do not yet know what Chamba Chada means; I will explain, it means: the little boy. Like the boy in the famous story of the new clothes of the emperor. Once upon a time, three men came to the then reigning emperor and told that they were weavers of a most wonderful and magic cloth. This magic cloth was only visible to those that where legitimate children of their parents. Those born out of wedlock would not be able to see it.

The three spoke with such persuasion and conviction that the emperor decided to want some of that cloth made for him. And so the three weavers, who where in truth conmen, asked and got a room to put their loom in, silk and gold threat, and food and drink. Soon the       sound of the loom was heard outside the room and after a week the emperor send his first minister to go and report for him on the progress of the magick cloth. When the first minister was in the weavers room and did not see any cloth, panic came over his mind. Maybe he was not his fathers son, he thought, as the cloth was only visible to legitimate children. So he didn't admit that he could see nothing and praised the weavers on the beautiful result of their labour. To the emperor he reported good progress and within another week the cloth would be ready. The second minister, send to see  the cloth was ready, could not see it either and afraid to lose his job when admitting that maybe he was born out of wedlock did like the first and pretended to see it when the three conmen showed it and pointed out the beautiful (invisble) patterns. Then the measure was taken of the emperor and his ministers who would be dressed in it to take part in a parade to commemorate independence day. Also the emperor pretended to see; what was he to do when his two main advisers saw it clearly? Admitting not to see it would be impossible. Dressed in invisible clothes the three highest authorities went on horseback through the city. All the citizens lined the streets, and nobody dared to say anything. Except the little boy, who pointed his finger to the naked emperor and screamed: Look him, he has no clothes. That boy was Chamba Chada. And I write what I see, not what others pretend to see. I see Israel trying to murder all Palestinians, I see Irish and Ulster English occupants fight each other, hypocritically calling themselves Catholics and protestants, I see the rich nations angering the poor nations so bad that suicide fighters (now called terrorists) hit back. I see them say nothing religious is the problem, while in churches and mosques they are praying to invisible gods in order to get help to destroy their enemies. I see those calling themselves  Christians throwing bombs and creating misery for thousands of civilians that flee their country. The rich nations that have for many years let the Taliban exercise  terror on their own population without lifting a finger now throw (Christian) bombs on (Islamic) targets. I see 60 countries angry at the USA and I cry of frustration. That centuries of so called civilization has not produced a peaceful coexistence of nations in the world. I cry to see the same primitive behavior between people that can put a man on the moon, do a heart transplant, make a classical concert or built ingenious worldwide electronic information networks. These highly developed nations behave like primitive warmongers and destroy, scare, kill and maim others instead of practicing what they preach.

Wealth, sharing, global development, international cooperation, all empty words and hypocritical speeches. So called Christian nations behave in ancient Jewish fashion: an eye for an eye, etc. I cry for all those that suffer through the misconduct of their leaders.

And what does the Department of Culture do to promote, expose, cultivate, stimulate culture? The Culture Club, another name of a group of concerned people; doing what? Folklore, old proven ways of doing things, articles for use in and around the house made in a particular way, different from somewhere else, from another culture. Historical cultural sites, rock carvings in caves, from a people long gone, ruins from buildings long out of use. The monuments of culture, we should have some here on Sint Maarten. But nothing is done to preserve them, we are losing out on culture. At our schools the children learn about foreign cultures, classical music from Europe, arts like dance, ballet, statues from the old Roman times, Greek and Egyptian. What does our department of culture do to bring cultural happenings to the island? Invite dance groups, musicians from other cultures, give performances to the young people who are going to be equals with those of same age groups from other countries instead of lagging behind and only know these cultures from books, Video screens and so. How many people work at the department of Culture and what exactly do they do all day? What do they get paid for, sitting in an airco office with computers and telephone? Will they organize street fairs with artists from all over? Or set up a group to preserve the remains of the old salt factory on Arch road? Or an art festival once a year like on other islands. If carnival is the only cultural expression of Sint Maartens people, what do we need a department of culture for??? Does the department keeps a list of all the artists on the island, all the dancers and musicians and painters, does it help them when these people need assistance for expositions, costumes, performances, rooms to exercise, rehearse and the like? The pan club is OK, steel band music is important for the tourists, however, all kinds of music can welcome a visitor. How much money does the department have available, where does it come from and for what is it intended? How much do the people working(?) at the dep. of Culture earn per month/year? What exactly do they do for the citizens of Sint Maarten? What justifies their salary? Let us have some cultural activity, before the IMF closes it down. Which is inevitable as it produces nothing.

I accuse the island government of neglect.

Lawmakers, law enforcers, department heads, and all others who fail to do something that they know could help. I accuse the island government of doing serious bodily harm to many people, through neglect. I accuse the commissioner of traffic of incompetence for not improving road safety. I have seen enough blood on the roads. I have heard enough cries for help, seen enough shattered bones, destroyed careers, depleted bank accounts, limping citizens, overworked surgeons and underpaid nurses, hopeless year long dragging court cases, fortunes lost. All through traffic blunders. They call it accidents. It is a form of terrorism, by people who are as uneducated as some governments employees. Accidents do not exist, only acts by unthinking, not looking, intoxicated and sleeping, cell phone using dimwits. Laws against speeding, overtaking, not stopping for pedestrians etc., should be enforced, a thousand times more more than wrong parking laws.  Government got money for Link One Phase Two, they make a road to Cay Bay Industrial area, BUT THEY DON’T PUT WHITE LINES ON OTHER ROADS.  Accidents do not happen. Every mishap is the result of a persons actions. Clearly, the people of Sint Maarten need guidance. The majority does not think. Witness the need for signs that announce fines for littering. Any normal thinking person does not litter, needs no sign every hundred yards. On Sint Maarten it is needed. The common man needs signs, guidance, a yellow line to wait behind, ropes to form orderly lines in post office, airline check in counter and bank. Otherwise the man of ordinary wit makes blunders, fights, gets hurt. He needs to be protected against himself . It is governments responsibility to protect its people, also on the countries roads, WITH CLEAR MARKINGS AND SIGNS. We have laws against maiming, hurting and killing each other with guns and fights and drugs and domestic violence. But hardly at all with cars. Those persons responsible for road safety seem to have no logic, do not objectively observe clear facts, have not the brainpower to see the relation between our hospitals financial burden and traffic accidents.

 WITH IMPROVED ROAD SAFETY, HOSPITAL COSTS WILL GO DOWN..

 Who can ignore that? The greatest calamity is that the responsible people do nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Our roads invite trouble.

 When asked why no white lines, the commissioner for traffic answered that his paint is not good and does not stay. My reply to paint again and again just like the grass on roadsides is cut again and again was not answered. That we could get good paint from the French side, or Holland, not answered.  The cost of road signs and markings is not as much as the cost of caring for traffic victims.  Death is not a problem, the deceased is gone, suffers no more. It is the wounded victims that claim the surgeons time and fill hospital beds. The problem is for the family, the hospital, nurses, the doctors, lawyers, employers.  When I drive past the SMMC I hear the cries, when I am at the other end of the island I hear them , when I fly over the ocean to Europe, I hear them still, those that suffer the loss of a limb, an arm, half a face, an eye, a finger. All from the stupid moves some ignorant persons do in traffic.

 Because there are no signs to guide the ignorant, to show who has right of way, no white lines to indicate where to stop, there are not enough lights, no side walks, not enough bumps...... North of here, the French part is cleaner, clearer, safer, brighter, well kept, civilized, NORMAL, an example of how it should be........

Murder, violent encounters resulting in serious bodily harm for the victim, and/or loss of income, transport and use of bodily functions are punishable crimes. Or are they??? In certain cases they are but if these things happen between traffic partners they are not.

Hit by a car, driven by an angry or depressed or careless driver goes unpunished. No matter how many victims roll bleeding on trolleys into the hospital, laws to curb these road crimes are not in place. Doctors tend to traffic victims more than to any other sickness in hospitals and all that because the perpetrators who put these people in  hospital are innocent as the law decides. I say Bull Shit, nobody who hurts another human being is innocent. How can I make this known to the lawmakers? By what norm do these lawmakers judge? If a crime happens in anger, or in sudden instinctive action, or through stupidness, or in innocence, the victim does not care. The victim has to cope with a lame leg, or a blind eye or a missing hand and the perpetrator is guilty, no matter if he did it on purpose, through carelessness, through stupidness or whatever.

Ignorance of a law does not mean that that law does not apply to you. Ignorance in traffic means to my thinking not that one can hit someone and get away with it. If you run a red light and you say sorry, you still get a fine. If you hit someone with your car, maim him, hurt him, or whatever, and you say sorry, you go free... Why is that???

As a victim of a traffic hit by a careless driver I am now waiting over 6 month for justice. Costs that I cannot bear, troubles, handicap and nerves, under medication , not so much now for physical pain any more, that lasted only three month, but now for mental agony, because I am going mad. Want to kill myself instead of waiting for justice that seems to be non existent. This is maybe the 6th or 7 th letter I write on this subject. I wish it was the last. Having debts to friends, landlord and doctors, hospital, why should I continue? Angry that the man who hit me did not kill me. That would have been the end of my troubles. But no, I have to talk to my lawyer, ask for free court procedures~ -- as all my savings are gone. And take medication so as to stay functional and not become mighty mad at the person who did this to me, or go look for him, to take revenge, as the old testament advises me. why do we have laws??? I would think to keep the citizens in a kind of morally acceptable way of conduct. But in traffic any citizen can misbehave and abuse any other participant to the full. Morals are not taken into consideration and I wonder what my lifelong honesty and morality have brought me. Is it not time for me now to go out and steal a car, drive it like mad, send a few pedestrians into hospital with injuries as it does not get punished anyway? Stealing a car is called joy riding, hitting anyone (without intent) is not punishable. And any- way, if I should get jail time, by writing some articles in the Herald I will get freed sooner, as we all have learned from the famous shoplifter who gets praise from the judge for his public writings and confessing that he is a thief. I should have built up a buffer allowing me to steal me rich unpunished after all the articles I wrote. Cultivating crime is what I call it and it makes me sicker than I was already from the hit I got on the 2nd of December.'99. And this is the truth, so help me God.

We are not separate from each other, nor are we separate from God. We are all together and this fact we have to live. Not just agree to this Truth, but we have to Know it, and Feel it and Live it.

Six month after the attack on the WTC in NY city, the meeting in Mexico City of over 50 Heads of State of developing countries this week came up with an awful, shocking, long known Truth. The final statement said:

Until the rich countries share more of their wealth with the poor countries, terrorism will not be beaten.

I see it almost as a desperate declaration of war from the poor to the rich. The primitive response of Might is Right of the USA will surely never stop terrorism.

The things I mentioned three days after the 9-11 attack in my letter titled: What makes one a terrorist, have now become worldwide recognized and accepted. Extremely wasteful big cars that are common transport in the USA and likewise here on our roads , and huge oversized motorbikes, compared to three wheel covered scooters and push bikes in India and Indonesia and Singapore and Thailand and in most Arab countries and in most of Africa, the small compact cars almost everywhere else on the planet, are proof to the strange unequal distribution and abuse of the worlds resources. We are not alone. Because national borders exists on the map, we still are not on another planet, we are not separate from each other. The planet is One, and we all stick to the same Earth with our feet. The wind carries the same air around the globe, we all breath it. The polluting exhaust gasses from the huge overpowered car engines do go into the same air that the people in Chili and Africa and Uzbekistan breath. The ozone depleting pollutants do hurt all people under the sun. We are all together. 50 Heads of State of Developing Nations came together in Mexico City to make this Truth known one more time. And they came up with the ultimate information about the present terrorist threat:

 Terrorism will not be beaten unless the rich countries share more of their wealth with the poor countries. So what else is new.

 Ironically this meeting was in a place where only 40 extremely rich families own an immense country that holds millions of very poor peasant workers.

 My letter about the American Military Academy in Panama some weeks ago was a warning about what happened just now in South America. The car bomb that exploded at the American Embassy in Lima, Peru, while president Bush is visiting there, was a clear sign of the terrorist approach to the USA’s presence in South America. If the USA wants to control and police the rest of the world, it must be prepared to scarify numerous of its soldiers that play the role of watchdog-policemen.

But we are together, all of us people of the world. As long as the United States separates itself from the rest it will be prone to terrorist attacks. How long will it take before the people in the highest positions will understand that ? That we cannot ignore the plight of others? Just as here on Sint Maarten, the government should not and may not ignore the ugly ghetto streets and their sewage problems, so in the wider world do the rich have to consider the plight of the poorer people that live on the same planet. I know that things are getting better slowly, the internet helps a lot, however, in my view it does not go fast enough and I remind you the one and only Law of Laws: Do to Others as you want Them Do to You. For better understanding of my ideas, read any or all books by Neale Donald Walsch and by Boone Shree Rasjneesh, and OSHO. Have a nice day, with lots of sharing.

Green, clean green, straight green, bright green, organized green, clear green, light green, dark green, gray green, soft green, red green, deep green. Holland is so very clean. Red, white, and blue are the flag, topped with orange for the Queens mother birthday, the day after I arrived, 30 of April 2002.

As long time resident of Sint Maarten, I send you my first report from Holland where I seek funding to open a school in Sint Maarten.

Even the garbage bins are green, unobtrusive, inconspicuous and not out of harmony with the environment, wherever there is a house or a dwelling. There is no visible garbage anywhere. No empty bottles, plastic bags or fast food paper plates and cups. This is the first impression after the overwhelming greenness. The filth and garbage of Sint Maarten is not here. Praise the Dutch! They have found the solution for a healthy and clean environment.

It works as follows: Garbage is separated by the people who make it, and goes in designated bins, green glass in one, and brown glass and transparent glass each in different small containers that stand at places where everybody can easily reach them. Paper in another, as well as plastic. In the bin one has in front of the house goes mixed household garbage. Biological offal, food rests etc. can be put in the compost bins in certain areas, for those who produce that, restaurants, food producers. On the street bins, the private bins, a label with dots, like an enlarged braille letter, is stuck. That label contains information of ownership and is read by the computer that is part of the truck which collect garbage. It knows whose bin it is and it weighs the bin before and after emptying. It calculates the price one pays for the garbage collection... One pays for every kilo of collected garbage 25 Euro cent.

For wood, construction garbage and old furniture one pays 18.- Euro per cubic meter. One can bring it to the dump or for a fee, have a truck come for it. Disposal of broken electrical equipment, iron and paper is free.

Here you have it, the garbage story of how a rich country makes itself richer. I tell you how it works, now you act on it.

As long as Sint Maarten does not educate its uncaring population to take care of its garbage, there is little hope that it will get help from Dutch politicians who come and see. The filth, the carelessness and the total neglect for the countryside works as a psychological detriment upon those who could dispense of funds. Why should one give help to people who do not care for their own place? What would you do for someone who makes a mess and then comes to ask you for help? WouldnÕt you say to first clean up your act before giving anything? First let people do what they can do them self, before giving help with what they cannot do.

Why not separate garbage, and make on the dump certain places for different sorts of filth? Glass to the left, electrical stuff to the right, paper in the middle. Once you have a great heap, recycling companies will ship the loads away. Compress car wrecks, and let the owner of the wreck pay for it. Containers can be filled with paper for recycling. Make the people who make filth pay for the removal of it. Why continue to ignore that what must one day lead to shame, health problems and loss of tourism, toxic residues that kill plants and animals? A Herculean task, but one that will reap great rewards. The very agreeable cleanliness of Holland is something that looks unreal and impossible to me coming from the dirty roadsides where the empty bottles lay as far as they will fly from a open car window. After a bush fire, all that is exposed and it looks so poor. It looks so sick. It is the result of sick minds in stupid heads of people who have no love for their own country. Who do not deserve help or assistance, and who Holland officials certainly will not give autonomy to start on its own. A people who shows no love for its own environment is surely not ready to go on its own. I understand better now why Holland is so against Sint Maarten leaving the Netherlands Antilles, it is still in the baby state of mind, it is not yet house-clean. It still is a baby, and first needs to grow up a little more.

I am tired of trying to give ideas, to give advice, to point out  errors, to ask for betterment. I will stop writing to my beloved readers. Because nothing is done about my ideas.  I do not ask God for help, I do not pray to some invisible power, I ask the men in charge to do their job. Read here the incomplete list of  things that are not done.......

No white lines on the roads, no pavements for pedestrians, no cleanliness in the ghettos of Middle Region, Dutch Quarter and Cay Bay. No garbage bins in the ghettos, no better behavior by young police men. Nothing done about the abandoned hotel at Upper Princess Quarter. Or at the salt crushing ruins at Arch road. Still no solution on Mullet Bay Resort. No local industries, no schools for young artists, jewelry repairing or making, no souvenir manufacturing, no schools for teaching  tourist guiding, no high level service teaching. No road over the St. Peter hill straight to Marigot. No garbage recycling bins like on the French side. No stop on free plastic shopping bags that pollute the environment seriously. No refunds on bottles. Do the people in power never travel to civilized countries? And if they do, are they blind to see how things are done there? Are we governed by blind and deaf mental cripples? And most annoying, still no education towards inner development, instead churches full of ignorance and lies. Church leaders, priests and others, are under investigation everywhere in the world for child sex abuse. They should also be under investigation for keeping the people ignorant about the truth of God. Real teaching of how to reach enlightenment, spiritual liberation, would lead the real world to become a better place. Then, the plea some weeks ago in the newspaper by the craft producers did not get answered by the governing powers, who seem not to be interested at all. The whole island economy and spirituality is in a pitiful  mess. What I can see and understand is that the people who should take care are not competent. Resulting in the economic stranglehold that the tourist industry has over this island.  The political ignorance  and ill will of not wanting to be full member and part of Holland, without different laws, just like a county, a province, a part like every other town and place, has brought about the poverty and dirty roads and lack of social  assistance that we enjoy now. How blind can people be not to see the prosperity and civility of the French side that is a normal part of France, and the ugliness of our roads and dirty shambles in our shanty town ghettos that are locally ruled. Time for a change, but as the good artist Michael Jackson sings: “they don’t really care about us.” Us being all people that are not in the Antillean Governments pay. Imagine the tourist say:  “How pretty , the dirt road leading to the old wooden shacks, how outlandish, no sewage under ground, it runs over the roads, what an attraction, see the poverty and the empty bottles, how different from home.”

 Dear readers, it makes no sense to write about the things that everyone can see. It makes no sense to write for the blind.  Those that are in power and do nothing about the ugly  reality in the ghettos and everywhere else, once they leave this life of opulence, squandering and neglect, I hope they will see their errors. Only then it will be too late.  Have a nice day.

Earlier I explained how to observe your thoughts. This is done with your mind, spirit, and soul, whatever it is that holds your sixth sense. This makes it possible to feel things, like the need to go see an old friend, or a certain client, who just when you arrive exclaims that he was thinking of you and wanted to see you. That may be called telepathy. It works between a mother and her child, if the child is in need, the mother feels it. With the sixth sense one observes political ideas, meanings, and abstract things like love and hate and moral issues. One uses it to judge. Church and state do not want you to use it. In [state] schools you learn that you have only 5 senses, not six. The Church says: Judge not, that thy will not be judged.

However, you do judge, if you are aware of it or not. You judge if you feel attracted to this place or that, if you shall wear this dress or another and if you shall feel sick, happy or sad.

What you tell me there, I judge how I feel?

When I feel sick, sad, angry, or happy, I can’t help that, you will say...

But you can I tell you: Start to observe   your feelings. You are not your feeling, you are only having it. How do you feel just now? Grim? What thoughts made you feel so? Did your partner get you irritated? Don’t like the traffic? Or was the coffee not strong enough at breakfast?

Don’t worry, no feeling stays forever, unless you  keep it there. A feeling is the result of how you think. You will never be able to keep the same thought all day in your head. It may come back tomorrow, likely it was there yesterday, but it will  not stay 24 hours. When you observe what you think, you soon will realize that any bad  thought can be replaced with another, a happy or pretty, thought.

Things you learn when young stick to you like barnacles to a ship. Traumas from the past may return unconsciously and behavior may be reduced to something that happened in the past. Psychiatrists are called in to evaluate sufferers that become a nuisance for their surroundings. Psychiatrists  do not even know the thought-observing process and will only listen to a patient, judge the severances, reduce it to something that happened long ago and say; now that the reason for the behavior is known, it is acceptable. How amazingly stupid. To teach a criminal thought-observing would cure his/her bad behavior. Any one who learns to see him/her self will become a better person. And a free person at that. Thought observing should be taught in prisons.

When a person starts using the sixth sense, [the mind, spirit, soul] and starts to observe the Self, s/he will find out that the past is gone. That the Present is all there is, that behavior today must be reduced to what is important today. The word is: Present, as Gift, Hand out, Grant, Award. It is a  gift  from the Unified Field, from Life itself, from God if you so prefer. The past is what you drag up from a time that is gone and should not be Here Now. People paste the past into the Present and so destroy the precious Gift. Realize that the Present should be graciously received as it is the best moment in your life.

Now look at yourself and say: I love you.

Earlier I explained how to observe your thoughts. This is done with your mind, spirit, and soul, whatever it is that holds your sixth sense. This makes it possible to feel things, like the need to go see an old friend, or a certain client, who just when you arrive exclaims that he was thinking of you and wanted to see you. That may be called telepathy. It works between a mother and her child, if the child is in need, the mother feels it. With the sixth sense one observes political ideas, meanings, and abstract things like love and hate and moral issues. One uses it to judge. Church and state do not want you to use it. In [state] schools you learn that you have only 5 senses, not six. The Church says: Judge not, that thy will not be judged.

However, you do judge, if you are aware of it or not. You judge if you feel attracted to this place or that, if you shall wear this dress or another and if you shall feel sick, happy or sad.

What you tell me there, I judge how I feel?

When I feel sick, sad, angry, or happy, I can’t help that, you will say...

But you can I tell you: Start to observe   your feelings. You are not your feeling, you are only having it. How do you feel just now? Grim? What thoughts made you feel so? Did your partner get you irritated? Don’t like the traffic? Or was the coffee not strong enough at breakfast?

Don’t worry, no feeling stays forever, unless you  keep it there. A feeling is the result of how you think. You will never be able to keep the same thought all day in your head. It may come back tomorrow, likely it was there yesterday, but it will  not stay 24 hours. When you observe what you think, you soon will realize that any bad  thought can be replaced with another, a happy or pretty, thought.

Things you learn when young stick to you like barnacles to a ship. Traumas from the past may return unconsciously and behavior may be reduced to something that happened in the past. Psychiatrists are called in to evaluate sufferers that become a nuisance for their surroundings. Psychiatrists  do not even know the thought-observing process and will only listen to a patient, judge the severances, reduce it to something that happened long ago and say; now that the reason for the behavior is known, it is acceptable. How amazingly stupid. To teach a criminal thought-observing would cure his/her bad behavior. Any one who learns to see him/her self will become a better person. And a free person at that. Thought observing should be taught in prisons.

When a person starts using the sixth sense, [the mind, spirit, soul] and starts to observe the Self, s/he will find out that the past is gone. That the Present is all there is, that behavior today must be reduced to what is important today. The word is: Present, as Gift, Hand out, Grant, Award. It is a  gift  from the Unified Field, from Life itself, from God if you so prefer. The past is what you drag up from a time that is gone and should not be Here Now. People paste the past into the Present and so destroy the precious Gift. Realize that the Present should be graciously received as it is the best moment in your life.

Now look at yourself and say: I love you.

The title could also be: The Way to Truth, but because the Truth shall set you Free, it is the end-result that  counts.

In part one I told you to observe your thoughts. I compared your thoughts with clouds that block the clear blue sky, which is you. A thought never stays, just like a cloud and a thought is not you, you are the one that thinks the thought. If you have started to observe your thoughts you will have found that most of the thoughts you think today are the same as the thoughts you had yesterday. They do not progress, and you are not [yet] creative enough to think new thoughts.

Now comes the most important part of this lecture: Between two thoughts is a moment of NO-THOUGHT. Just like between breathing in and breathing out there is a moment of no-breathing, so is there a tiny moment between thoughts when you think not. That is the GAP. You shall have found that observing your thoughts is possible for a moment or so, but soon after, you will be living again without giving it attention. That does not matter, go back as soon as you notice it. To help the process very much, also start to observe how you walk, how you sit, how you talk, how you read this letter. When you can observe your breathing you almost have it made, you are fast getting closer to Who You Really Are. The strange fact is also that the more you observe yourself, the clearer other people become. You can know others only after you found out who you are yourself. While you observe your inhaling and exhaling, you cannot at the same time have disturbing thoughts. You are then not exactly in the gap, but you come close. And because you are traveling inside yourself, wisdom can come in. Yoga can lead to the gap, but yoga is not needed to reach there. When you notice the gap between thoughts, stay there. That is not easy in the beginning, but try anyhow. It is this moment of

NO-THOUGHT that we started out to observe our thinking  for. When you think not, Wisdom enters. That’s how easy it is. To stop thinking though may take  quiet a while for you to reach.

Wisdom has nothing to do with knowledge, it cannot be learned. It can be invited, a place must be made for it. It comes to fill the Gap, that is the Void, the Emptiness  between thoughts. Knowledge you can gather from school, from books, from the library, from the internet. You can become a professor and still not have wisdom. Wisdom comes from the Unified Field, from God if you want to call it that. It is Omnipresent,  it knows All, it is the Truth, it transcends knowledge. To finish this part two of the Way to Freedom, I’ll tell you why you need an empty mind in order for Wisdom to enter.

I need an Empty Space on this page of this newspaper in order to get this printed, you need an Empty Stomach in order to eat, and you need an Empty Mind in order to let Wisdom enter. As long as your mind is full of thoughts, of lamentations, of prayers, of anger, of wishes, there is no place for wisdom. Church and State want you to stay away from Wisdom, because the sage needs them not. That is why you shall never learn this in school or church.

Recap: first observe your thoughts, then discover the gap, and stay there. That’s all there is to it. In Wisdom you find Truth, which leads to Freedom. In Wisdom you find yourself.

Now look in the mirror and say: I love you.

In the past 100 days not much has changed. Except for the new Dutch government, the killing of the most famous politician in Holland, and the American President, eager to revenge the blunders of his father. With thoughts always in the ancient past, most poor souls still think that revenge and violence and killing can solve problems...So far so bad. 

Remember that those who revenge a crime are no better than those who started the crime in the first place. They do this in the name of religion. The ideas of religion and state are only a justification for some to dominate others. State and church work together to keep the small man quiet, promising a better world, forgiveness for crimes, salvation from [imaginary] sins and paradise in the hereafter... So far so bad...

There is hope though, for the doubter, for the seeker, for those that are right now wondering what is true and what is false of all that church bell ringing and those endless political debates that lead nowhere.

The truth can be known however, because Truth is Love, is Life, is Nature, is All. Only is the Truth twisted and hidden behind the lies and the empty promises and the beautiful singing in the Sunday service. I will reveal in several parts written over the coming days how you will find Truth. And who you really are.

It works as follows, first and foremost: you  start to observe your  thoughts.

You may be thinking of work, or of your partner, or of what is for dinner tonight, no matter what you are thinking of, observe it.

When we where young we learned that we had 5 senses, for: smelling, touching, hearing, seeing, and tasting. However, you have 6 senses. You wasn’t told that, because  this knowledge will set you Free. The sixth sense is your mind, or spirit, or soul, whatever you call it. The 6th sense you use to sense what is wrong and what is right. You take decisions with it. You weigh with it if you shall buy  this thing or that. If you like a  person or not, if you shall go out or stay home. All that and more you do with your sixth sense. And with it you can observe your thoughts. Your thought is not you. Say, you are full of sorrow, you have lost something, or someone, and you are grieving. Now the thought of grief is overwhelmingly blocking all else, it is like a cloud blocking the sun. But, the grieving thought does not stay for ever, sooner or later it is gone. As sure as the sun comes up, another thought soon takes its place. Maybe your next thought is a happy one, you won the lottery, or you feel good in your new shirt and look in the mirror while you put on a fresh after shave, or while trying to get out on the road another car stops to let you get out of your driveway, whatever. That happy thought soon makes place for another thought again, you follow? Perhaps your next thought is angry, you found a scratch on your car when you got out after parking, it must have happened sometime when you wasn’t there, or the cup of hot coffee you took from the drive-through spills in the car on your skirt. Again, you are under a cloud, blocking your true own self.

 Because you are still you, whatever you lost, you are not lost, and the lottery money did not even cover what you spent on tickets over time. The scratch is on the car, not on you, and  your mind did not get soiled, only the skirt.

To find the Truth, first start observing your thoughts. As if you are sitting next to yourself and watching yourself and witnessing what is taking hold of you right now. YOU ARE NOT THE THOUGHT, always keep in mind: YOU ARE THE THINKER.

Learn this and soon you will find out who you really are, and all by itself you will see that the thought is nothing but a thought, it is not you. Next I will tell you how the thought observation process leads to Truth.

And why do you think, is this never told to you in school or in church or anywhere else?? Because when you know this you cannot be mentally enslaved, and you will become free. Which is very much against the interest of church and state. To be continued.

Black history month is fine, yellow history is fine, all history is fine, but it does not make a difference today. Whatever teaching from historic figures has survived the times and can still today be applied is worthwhile, but otherwise, history is past and doesn't come back. Useless is the time spent on history, as useless as the time spent on future. All we have is here and now. And me, as a light skin member of the human race enjoyed last night a fantastic evening with members that are fitted out with dark skins. So what? What in Gods Name has the outside to do with anything? It was our souls that met in a surrounding of colorless music, dance and merry laughter. It was our souls that celebrated life together, and nothing could come in between our happiness.

How sorry are we for those that have no inner eyes that see joy and love more clear than skin and race and all that superficial layers of color and where are you from and what language do you speak... When love is present, nothing can upset the feeling, and all this talk of black history is dust in the wind, it has no substance at all. Who can feel pride for what someone else has accomplished is a thief of the others doings. Be proud of who you are, not of anybody else. I am proud of the intense bliss that I felt with the friends of different skins and countries of origin and language, what do I care, the feeling of togetherness and warmth is all that counts. Bless all people of love, as love knows no color, no gender, no restrictions whatsoever. Love is timeless.

Imagine the Netherlands Antilles highly developed and prosperous. All systems under control, taxes pay for roads, education, and all the rest, sewage, bridges, airports, harbors, everything.  All people are working and rich. There comes a bunch of Dutch poor slum dwellers, unschooled youngsters, jobless boys and men. Not just a few, but hundreds. At first the island government finds lodgings, shelters, housing, and helps them to get free money to buy food, clothes, shoes... These guys do not know how to play domino, they do not find the way to Campo Allegro, they have no money for the dozens of casinos, they do not know how to grill a chicken leg... with other words: they are lost. Then they get some crack forwarded from a dealer to sell, to make a dollar, because there is nothing else they can do. After a while these Dutch young get power on the islands, they get weapons, they get dominance over certain areas and they wage little wars. Blood flows, arrests are made, many end up in Point Blanche prison and in Koraal Specht. The jails are full, and every day more young jobless Dutch arrive by the planeload. Imagine, our prosperous islands under attack from Holland, and nothing can be done: when the politicians impose - a study course to to teach them domino and steel pan and salsa and rib grilling, the Dutch protest: Discrimination.’ When the familiarization course shows the young how to play Black Jack and pull the One Armed bandit, when they get to learn how to sex a young woman from Santo Domingo in max 20 minutes, the Dutch scream: Racism! And when the Dutch girls learn how to walk the catwalk for the next Miss Contest, the Dutch call the islanders traitors! How good is it to have prevented this scenario from playing itself out Dutch were, thank God, never allowed on the islands, only last year, or this year recently do the Dutch get a little easier entry, if they ask; but without getting permits to work...Happy New Year Dutch passport holders, welcome home.

First I must stress that slavery was no white men's invention and was at those days so widespread, it was all over the world. It has been recorded that the white men came to African coasts to trade. They brought articles that the local people very much wanted, as they did not make them. Mirrors, iron axes, beads, cloth. As it was African practice to war amongst tribes and kill and capture the weaker one, slavery was everywhere. The white traders did not come for slaves, but accepted them as payment, because there was not much other things that they could use. Slavery was encouraged by the local Africa rulers. The Jewish bible reminds us that the Jews were slaves in Egypt, an Africa country. From centuries of sunshine all skins turn dark, so Jesus being sunburnt is no great revelation. Why your fear of the wrong coloring by medieval artists? Serfdom was the word used for European slavery, it was everywhere. To accuse one nation or group of nations, or some people, other than your own of being the culprits is shortsighted to say the least. A man who knows not what goes on in the world, and thinks that his own group of race or color is unique, needs more education. Besides that, it is of no importance whatsoever color Jesus was, it is His teachings that are important, nothing else matters. Mistakes, crimes even, done by our ancestors and those that went before us, against humanity should not be forgotten, so as not to be repeated by us. If you want Jesus to be dark skinned, have it so. If your neighbour wants Him to be white, what do you care?

Tell me which way to go. I have in my life met a number of young women who went into a relationship with me. I always thought them freedom, independent, and equality. They used to be shy, withdrawn, submissive and sweet. In a couple of years they became bold, outgoing and dominating. With the result that they went their own way, took their own apartment, take men only for the pleasure of the money and a short time of physical relief for the sexual urge. Now I am all alone and as I’m growing older, the women have less or no interest in me. How stupid I was, to teach them girls to be free like me, or what do you say. How do I get a woman now that I get older? I’m always in love with them, their differences attract me so much, only together do I experience life fully, and with a female I feel that God exists. Alone I feel inadequate and useless, as if God has no more interest in me.

The title is from the first story that Simmel ever wrote. It is a heartwarming story that brings honor to those good people that manage to make a park from a garbage heap. It is easy to destroy, to pollute, to litter. But to restore, to cultivate and to create is another story. The few people that plant seeds, that water seedlings and protect young bushes with supports and tender care, they are the ones that I play the fanfare for. To garden makes one a better person  There where now is bare earth, brown grass and dull green grub can be colorful flowers and fruitrees, pumpkin and lemon grass.

Respect to the man who bends down and touches the earth and makes the plants grow. The bananas the palm trees, they only need a kind word in passing, and they will give of their fruits indiscrimatory to whoever is hungry. Let the plant world be our guide in living our  life. See the tree, it does not go anywhere but with its roots goes down to find water and with its head goes up to find the heavens. It does not get angry when something goes wrong , it waits patiently. All it wants to do is give. To grow its fruits and give. The tree dances in the wind or stands quietly awaiting the rain. And all it wants to do is give. The plantworld is the source of food for all others. All animals that eat other animals eat plants. How strong is the bull, from eating grass., how swift the antelopes that eats but grass. Be like a plant, powerful and patient, and the agony of the ratrace will disappear from you. The plantworld is not the lowest on the scale of evolution, it is the highest. Exactly because it does not fight, it does not destroy; it is the highest form of development. It was first in its most simple and primitive form, from wich all the other life forms developed. Is it then not the most high? To be that from which all else comes?

Without it no animal or human would ever have come on this planet. So, hail to people that care for plants, that plant them where ever they can. If politicians and penpushers and those that race around all day would give a little more attention to the plants,oh how wonderfull would Sint Maarten be. To make this place green and colorful is possible. Carefull water management, not much else is required. Think: does not most if not all medicine comes from the plantworld? All food, direct or indirect? And if you cannot paint or sculpt, or sing or create anything or if you are a servant, you can always plant a seed, plant a tree that will be still there when you yourself is long gone. To do something for your country, for those that come after you, plant a tree. Remember the ancient Chinese saying: If you want to be happy for a day, roast a pig, if you want to be happy for a week, get new clothes, if you want to be happy for a year, get a new lover, if you want to be happy for the rest of your life, start a garden.

To stay in Saudi Arabia, will be more and more difficult for the USA. Both sides have great potential. In the hands of fools a sorry event. This Potential of mutual respect could lead to better living standards, also for the masses who live upon the surface of the earth from where oil is extracted. This is to be seriously considered. Womens equality to men could be a condition for withdrawal. Like , give the women same rights as men and the western civilized rich world will retreat somewhat out of your land. A quick calculation explains the wealth that

the oil producing countries are in possession of. For 50 years or more they have sold around 3 millions of barrels of oil per day. For 20 dollar per barrel, that gives over 1 million dollars. Does Fort Knox hold enough gold, if it was asked? They and us. But never we. And that is the problem. I have sat with a turban on my head chatting in a roadside guesthouse in Afghanistan, for true, I was 22 years of age. There was no difference. I had food, sleep, movement, food, sleep, love. Nothing strange or bad with the Afghans.

People have lost their curiosity, their wonder, of seeing things as they are. They compare too much and they know not how good they have it, but they should not flaunt it. He who flaunts his wealth will surely get robbed. That what happens in micro, so happens macro.

The illiterate rate in the USA is high, but very low in Japan. Gunfodder they called the multitudes of men that went in front of enemy guns. But gunfodder cannot solve the present problem, even if the USA has many illiterate soldiers that are willing to die.

Powersharing is more like it, mutual respect and if possible not based upon fear and violence, destruction, but based upon comfort, easy living, love and understanding. To let go of the past is unfortunately not possible, to prevent similar foolish attacks will not be possible.

It is we who have to do it.  Not They and We. If it is us and they, we are lost, you and I, we cannot stop the war of the leaders. Both psychopaths, the lack of intelligence leads to violence. To force people to flee for satanic behavior, is nothing Christian. I do see that both sides are stupid in certain aspects. In the Saudi green flag, the two swords crossed. Conditions I suggest, to set humanitarian rights sure. Granted living standards will do the trick. Stop all military action, ban that to designated areas in big deserts, and organize human relations man to man meetings and exchange niceties. Jokes if possible.

I will take my leave now if you please by explaining what Chamba Chada means. The Little Boy it means. The little boy that sees the nakedness of the Emperor. The Emperor who was naked but thought that he was dressed in the most delicate invisible cloth, made for him by swindlers and conmen. While all people came to the show and watch it, they do not participate like the little boy. See what I mean? Set conditions, split the land equal between the Israelies and the Palestinians, split Jerusalem; its we, not they and us. It must be understood one day; we are together on mother Earth. She breathes a fresh wind with much less Co2 in the upper skies, these days. Men do more bad than good to each another, and that must stop.

Share the fun, and share the pain. And admit that there are other powers out there. Lets make deals,raise the standard of living and comfort, and have fun, not destruction and violence, the most childish of emotions, more befitting a 5 year old than middle aged leaders. See the child make a tower of blocks and then kick it over. How happy is that little boy. He should not mingle when older men meet. Still his clear observation sets us all an example.

The answer you gave to the 16 year old girl who asked if she should try the next boy in order to find out if sex was different with different boys, was very useless and not at all helping the girl. Sexual activity is the one and only God given pleasure that  can lead to intimate love and  better understanding between people. Sexual  art  must be learned, just like cooking. With the same ingredients an amateur cook makes a simple primitive plate of food. A chef who has experience makes a wonderful exquisite delicious plate with those same ingredients. He  who has studied the art of cooking knows what I’m about. The same is true with sex. I can feel from your answers where it concerns sex that you have never had the luscious intimate  sexual experience that leads to spiritual enlightenment.  This ancient knowledge is called Tantra and brings the human being through sound sexual practice into a realm of higher consciousness. This in turn brings better behavior, dignity, understanding and health.  Tantra has been practiced for thousands of years in Eastern countries.  The book by Penny Slinger and Nik Douglas, called Sexual Secrets, The Alchemy of Ecstasy, for sale  at Van Dorp or can be ordered there, explains what every young woman and man should know to avoid problems and disappointments, to enjoy their bodies and to give great lovely pleasure to each another. It is time you stop answering young people as if we live in the time of Queen Victoria and as if the ancient rules of the Bible are still useful. Sexual education is extremely poor in western countries, your answers are proof of that,  please do get some real facts and information Queenie, so you can help youngsters instead of trying to have them just say no and letting them experiment in the blind. At the very least you could have advised the girl to do nothing without a good supply of condoms at hand, because your answer will surely not stop her from finding out what you did not. 

Sexpert

Zionism is or is not racism, casts in India are not sure of what to do about it, and the past behavior of the white countries in the context of slavery. And if apologies are proper, and even financial compensation for past slave trades. Arab countries that provided the slaves to the whites seem to be forgotten. African tribes that warred on each other and sold captured prisoners as slaves to the Arabs are not mentioned. Before that we had Egypt, where thousands of slaves built the pyramids. Today’s economic slavery is not mentioned where low wage people in underdeveloped countries manufacture Nike shoes and Hilfiger clothes. To bicker over the past suffering of individuals a who are long dead and gone I find stupid. To talk about compensating the rape of the countries in Africa would be more useful. Where basic materials are mined in Africa and taken away by the white countries to be used for the making of all kind of things to be sold back to African countries with huge profits. The basic materials are mostly not even paid for realistically, but with guns for tribes to fight each other. Divide and rule. The European way of managing Africa. All kinds of metals are /were mined and taken away, also uranium to fuel nuclear power stations. Gems and gold, agricultural products. Never compensated fairly. That now I finds an issue to address. And ask yourself, if your skin is dark, do you rather be where you are or would you prefer to be there where your forefathers where captured and imprisoned to be sent away to where you are now. Gods ways are mysterious. Make the best of today and don’t look back. Yesterday cannot be undone, not with money, apologies or monuments to those that went before. And if the past was bad, better forget it and make tomorrow a nicer day.

The USA has a list with countries that harbor, help, assist or otherwise are in league with terrorists. These countries are more or less hostile to the USA. The list has 60 names. 60 Countries that do not like US policies, does that not put you to think what is really going on? First: every time in the media, the word "innocents" is used, I would replace it with "ignorants". The US government keeps its citizens ignorant of the rest of the world. The internet opens up the world a little, but sitting in front of  a screen in a comfortable home watching poverty on the other side of the globe does not make One a better person. Or helps that poor sucker in the desert. The word is: SHARING. Only sharing the wealth can alleviate the troubles. The wealth of One is the poverty of Another. It must be understood that the world is a ball of material hurling through apace, with a crust of earth on which human beings are crawling like fleas on the skin of a dog. The big words of "globalization" would make one think that we understand a little better that we are on the globe. On the planet. That we are all together. That we are all humans living on this one planet circling the sun. However, it scares people to change their little surroundings and well-known area for the world in its totality. We have seen scared groups defending national values, waging war at neighbours and different ethnic groups. Nowhere do we see a global understanding of each another. Nowhere do we learn that all human beings are one family. A Negro can mate an oriental, a white can mate a North American Indian, an Indonesian can make a baby with a Russian. We can all intermix and function well. Instead we separate, we claim to be better, we discriminate, we behave like fools in the greater scheme of things. Take a trip in a plane and ascend to 10.000 feet, and you will not believe that the fighting, the hate and the atrocities continue down there on the surface of the earth. You will see the curvature of the planet and understand that it is a ball after all. Why can men not unite, why do leaders keep up the silly primitive destruction, fear, hate and war? How long before hum animals become civilized human beings? Some claim to be Christians and shout revenge, others say

that Muslims are terrorists while Moslem hospitality is second to none. Ignorance over and over again. Blame the governments that do not inform the people of what really goes on. Poverty for some is wealth for others. I am not a communist but I can live with only two pairs of shoes, with only the basics for comfort and carefully not wasting one crumb of bread. I have chosen for modesty after having enjoyed wealth and poverty both in my life. And I  have no enemies. Not one.   Sharing is the key.

The reports I follow on the radio international news touches me most when the survivors suffer the missing-partner -syndrome. They cannot imagine how death works spirituality. That the body is not functioning any more they can grasp, but that the persons light and life are gone, baffles them. The more as nothing about the way how to die has been taught in schools, church, temples etc. My curiosity has lead me to the most satisfying: "Book 0f the Dead", from Tibet. The ancient unperturbed monks in the monasteries high on the slopes of the Himalaya have preserved the teachings of the Enlightened Ones and composed a guide for the spirit of the dying person. The symptoms of the arriving death are well described as in normal cases death takes about the time it takes to use a meal. This manual for the spirit of the dead person is to be read out loud by a friend even as minutes and hours and days go by. Time exists only on our side of the clock, and after 7 weeks it is said that the spirit must have found its way and the guiding prayers cease.

This reading while one is alive, for a dead friend or relative, or for only one self, while living, gives the reader the wisdom to help others that happen to die in the

field of influence of the present. It makes life so much richer, this knowledge of how to die. That, if it comes, at least I have an inkling as to where to steer my spirit, if it is true that it cannot die and live forever. The information, once stored in the brain, after reading a modern translation, will be of use in case an instant death takes place. Life becomes so fearless and easy, bad habits are laid off , morality strengthens, integrity sublime, here follows the name of the book: The Tibetan Book of the Dead. Oxford University Press. ISBN 0-19-500223-7.

This version is a bit old-fashioned and I recommend you find a newer edition. I have seen one that explains the message clear and good. Life becomes more marvelous and full when you have understood that you have been here forever and will stay, no matter how many death we pass. We grow towards fulfillment of the Lord and appreciate His mysteries the more we do scientific research to celebrate His ways.

This letter is directed to the ones who dare take responsibility to the general public and their leaders. Be aware of this message from the Ombudsman. Rituals create discipline. It happens at the ritualistic military funeral as well as at the rituals in the church and in, a different sense at, the theaters. Rituals bring a feeling of togetherness to those that attend. The performers and the public create a bond that is as strong as love. Leaders of people use rituals to bind their flock together. That is why the VKS leaders may have used the untimely self-inflicted deadly departure of one of its members as a pretext to do the military funeral ritual. It was great and awesome. Deeply impressed and fully committed were the crowds that did attend. Any soldier killed in the line of duty should be honored with a military funeral. A soldier must obey his superiors. Even if they are wrong. They must always be vigilant, courageous and alert. He must defend the honor of the uniform at all times. Even out of uniform and off-duty, a soldier must still possess the qualities that the uniform represents. However, the case of (tragic) self-inflicted death of the soldier, not killed in the line of duty is without merit. It did not merit a ritualistic military funeral. It should be contemplated that not every time a soldier who kills himself irresponsibly while driving drunk, can or will or should get himself a funeral with full military honors. That not every soldier must believe that no matter how he or she behaves out of uniform, off-duty, he will get such honors if he happens to kill himself. Integrity to the uniform and what it stands for is a must and will lead to respect and honor. Be aware of this and err not. Furthermore, it must be said that those responsible for the white lines and road markings are partly to blame for this and other gruesome accidents that occur on our roads all too often. The absence of clear road markings reflects the incompetence of those responsible. The general public should demand safer roads from the authorities to prevent costly medical and painful emotional events resulting from future accidents.

No flags fly halfmast, no mourning at island level. Oh no. That’s for when the far away Queen dies, or her first minister maybe, or some soldiers that died fifty years ago, far away. But when about 30 persons die right here, close by, on the doorstep so to say, not a word. 'Sorry' says the island boss, 'It can not be helped.'

However, the tightening of the immigration laws not only here, but in every wealthy country, is the reason for more poor people trying to get out of poverty.

Respect is what people crave, respect and dignity, for death comes to all , it should not be wiped under the carpet as if it is not important. One day of mourning should be observed, or at least one minute silence for every person that died in the battle to try to survive. The war here is not with guns and bombs, but with hourly wages and visa. Respect for the poor who make the walls of the houses that the rich live in. Those workers that make this world so full of goods, luxuries and commodities themselves live in shacks, with unpaved roads and no sewage. Also here on prosperous Sint Maarten. Go see Cay Hill ghetto, Middle region and Dutch Quarter ghettos, no roads, no sewage. There live the people that seek education, relief of centuries of suppression of the rich and powerful. It is them that died on their search for a better life. Remember them, when you hear of brotherly love from the pulpit, remember them.

Bless the day we be free of streetdogs. Bless the day the department of hygiene, Public Health and Public Works employ a dog catching unit. Bless the day we see no more garbage strewn around collection points. Bless the day the hairless flea infested tick covered skinny eyesores are gone. Bless the day when all loving dogowners keep their dogs inside their property. Bless the day when all dogowners have to register their dogs and pay tax on them, have them tagged and vaccinated. God bless the dog who has a good master. Nothing is as miserable as a dog alone, dogs are natural cowards and bark only out of fear. They attack always from behind a person, and in packs. They always look for food or they sleep. They are useful as flea catchers and tick gatherers, because a flea prefers a dog over a human, dogs put their noses in any kind of dirt, rotten fish, horse manure and roll in it if possible. Dogs shit indiscriminately wherever people must pass. Bless the day all owners keep their dogs on leash when outside. Bless the man who loves his neighbour more than his dog. As is the man so is his dog. Throw it to the dogs, but let sleeping dogs lie.

Here comes Lolita, and she is very real. She is hot , this is (Sint Maarten) scandalous. (not French departement Saint Martin). Her name is changed for privacy.

 Since time memorial, the combination of Virgin and Whore has been the Woman that Men admire most. Before the Jewish Patriarchal (God=father) religion came into being, religion was Matriarchal. God was a Woman and a girl and a mother and was worshipped as such. With the name Aphrodite in ancient Greece, Venus in Rome, as Inane in Sumeria, Astarte in Phoenicia, Ishtar in Babylonia and Isis in Egypt.

 In those days in temples where the Goddess was worshipped, a virgin was to be a prostitute for one time only, to become initiated in sexual knowledge, and eligible for marriage.

 Then came the Jewish religion makers, who scared women and made men their protectors. They replaced the Holy Goddess with a male God. Later Christian religion makers added new stories to the Bible, and in order to take advantage of Her still tremendous Supremacy, they took the former Goddess apart. Applying the principle of divide and rule, they split Her in two. The Virgin, (most impossible christian combination Mary, virgin+mother simultaneously) and the Whore, Magdalene, (JesusÕ devoted admirer).

 Men are attracted to either or both.

 A young (virgin) woman with childish face and firm breasts will always compete successfully with a grown, motherly woman, when it comes to seducing men. The religion makers created an impossibility to be worshipped; the virgin mother. Worshipping an impossibility leads nowhere, and the religion makers knew it...

 Young women, nearly ready to become mothers, have a God given strong attraction over men.

 Everywhere in the world growing up girls find the power this gives them very exciting. Some successfully exploit it. Also here in our own society. We have a very young mother, almost still a virgin.

 Now you'll read how Lolita, our child wench, came to be what she is. How creation's natural attraction between the sexes is taken advantage of for money.

 Her mother got pregnant at 14 years of age and baby Lolita was born when mother was 15. Father unknown; and not a year later, mother was selling sex. She had to feed her child after all. No education or schooling, but the education of the street. Lolita grew up in the little shack where mother received her men. Sex was her economic education, together with raffling and gambling. As soon as her breasts started showing at 11 years of age she became the object of interest of men that where with her mother. She was sometimes taking part in the activities in the big bed, encouraged by mother. Just stroking and fondling and kissing a little, to the delight of all involved. Mother could now charge more for something out of the ordinary. Lolita was good at it and basked in the warmth and the interest, the praise and compliments. She then tried what mother did on her own, and although she hardly knew when, or from whom, she was pregnant as soon as she became fertile at the tender age of 12. The baby grew inside her womb and her baby daughter got born when she was 13. It was delivered by Caesarean method, as her birth canal was narrow. It was good, men like it better so, said mother.

Her mother had never been to school, and did not put her daughter to school either, and now, after the baby and all that, Lolita did not feel at ease with other children who did not have experience like she. She never learned to write and read. But she was so much wiser.

 Grandmother took care of the baby, far away, and at 14 Lolita was feeling very good when she discovered that she could get almost anything from any man by touching their private parts. They would be as putty in her hands and do whatever she asked. Which was exactly what she did when she let herself be picked up at bus stops pretending to need a ride. From asking for bus money it went to asking for a five dollar note, a ten note and more. Of course most men wanted something in return, and that she knew very well how to give, had she not done that all the time, with her mother together? When asked her age she always says that she is 17, going 18. It is for her the safest thing to say.

 Long ago she found out that she was worth a lot, when her mother furnished a man to sex with her. He paid three hundred dollars she told me proudly, but, that was for her mother, not for her. She did not like that at all and at 15 years of age she had her own shack for 150 dollars a month. She does not want to make money for her mother any more. If she is going to sex, she says, she does it for herself, and she wants to choose who to do it with. Asking if she does it with any man, ugly or nice, old or young, sober or drunk she answers: “Any man of course, as long as he pays and I need money”.

 The rent, she easily gets together by seducing a man when she strolls the roads looking for fun as she calls it. Fun she has, she says, especially when she lures a man, and tantalizes him, to make him believe he’s going to get her, but not yet, maybe later. Some times she gets money without giving sex, she tells me with a smile.

 With her innocent child face she knows exactly how to use her little breasts and bare midriff to her advantage. Today’s fashion, super low cut jeans and tiny tank tops, bare back with a few strings, makes her look tremendously sexy. Asked if she considers herself to be a big girl or a young woman, she answers: ÒI am an old woman in a young body”, and she laughingly walks away, into the night.

 The night hides everything, all bad thoughts, there is nothing ugly here, no evil, she does not suffer, she likes what she is doing. She is good at it, knows nothing else, her mother didn’t know anything else, and her daughter maybe knows no better. She loves Jesus, and He loves her, is all that counts.

 But is she safe? She could contract a sickness. Is she strong enough to refuse the men who want it without protection when offering more money? What does she know about hygiene? She may not be so happy and carefree for long...

 “Unless,......” you say, yes, I listen, unless what?

 Get real, who has the money to pay her lodging and food and her schooling, to keep her from plying her trade? Is here a monastery that will lock her up so she will play hooker no more?

 And the most disturbing, the real impossible part of the issue: What can replace that Feeling of Power she has over men? When she leads them on so they will do anything to get relieve from the urge she has built up.

 Nothing can replace that feeling of Power Over Men.

 So lives child whore Lolita; if we like it or not. She is free to do her thing, and she knows, if nobody else, Jesus loves her.

Sexpert

St. Martiners are aware of those residing among us who would prefer to see the present one pillar economic dependency only on tourism maintained; the system of low wages, modern slavery and exploitation. St. Martin in their eyes must transfer itself into an island of 10,000 artists and drug dealers, selling kitsch and drugs imported from Holland to the tourist. ln their eyes St. Martiners are too stupid to learn anything about computers and E-Commerce. No, that must be only reserved in their eyes for "superior" Europeans. We St. Martiners know better, the youth can take Charles Wattley as an example, who grew up on St.Martin and currently holds a supervisory position in one of the leading United States E-Commerce businesses, QYC. Quoting from Today: "His message for young people of the island is, continue to seek higher education.' He advises that the youngster should find positive role models and take their studies very seriously. Wattley was part of the Cole Bay Theatre Company and he believes that his association with that company has helped to mold and shape him to what he is today. He was of the opinion that there should be more organizations like that for the youth on the island. Wattley stated that growing up in St. Martin was a wonderful experience, people looked out for you. He was of the opinion that the island has developed and think that the officials did the best they should have done with available resources. Wattley attended Simpson Bay Regina School and Milton Peters College before he went on to study and achieve his Masters in International Business at Johnson and Wales University. At his job, he oversees a crew of 45

persons who work in the outbound area of QVC. He added that they are responsible for the packaging and handling of all the jewelry that is sold via E-Commerce. Wattley claims that the company sells the most jewelry in the world.  The National Democratic Party (NDP) estimates that specific Internet-based enterprises on St. Martin engaged in various E-Commerce activities will be able to employ more than 4,000 St. Martiners and skilled Caribbean nationals in well paid job positions at Cyberparks with smart buildings over a 15-year period.

The charlatans among us with their ideas to turn this economy into one base on legalized drug trade can continue with their pipe dreams.

Those that have their ears close to the ground may have heard the latest on the subject of cannabis, marijuana. In good old England the police does no longer arrest and prosecute individuals who are in possession of small amounts of cannabis for personal use. A National debate is on the agenda of government in order to make it legal. And out of the blue came the news that Portugal has all at once legalized the use of Cannabis, and more surprisingly the use of all other recreational drugs as well. Ecstasy, cocaine and heroin, all legalized for personal use. The reason for this decision given by the Portuguese spokesman was that the zero-tolerance policy did not work. Clear case. As Portugal has enormous many English tourists, it might have been afraid to lose those when England legalized cannabis before Portugal did so. Looking back we see: Holland, Switzerland, England and Portugal having decriminalized people who use some or other substance to relax and enjoy, besides alcohol and the killerweed tobacco. Whose next? What if Sint Maarten decriminalizes the use of Cannabis? Would the good people that now have to smoke their spliff in the closet for fear of the law not flock to our beaches, restaurants and hotels? Of course they would. And they are not only poor people that find solace by the herb cannabis, far from it, history tells of kings and princes that used the herb. The Indian Godhead Shiva is directly associated with the benevolent properties of the herb cannabis. I hereby call on all readers, to please write to this newspapers opinion editor and let him know your point of view on the subject. If you are for or against, let yourself know, sign as you like, your name doesn’t have to be known if you don't want. Seeing the great economical potential, and the changing laws in Europe, it is obvious that Sint Maarten could take the one chance in a lifetime and be the first Caribbean country that is in line with the modern world. Educate drugs, make them harmless by knowing them, it is the only way to make our society more healthy and honest.

Gurdjieff tried from one corner. Raman Maharishi tried from another corner. He made it a meditation to ask, to inquire, "Who am I?" And don't believe in any answers that the mind can

supply. The mind will say, "What nonsense are you asking? You are this, you are that, you are a man, you are a woman, you are educated or uneducated, rich, poor." The mind will supply answers, but go on asking. Don't accept any answer because all the answers given by the mind are false. They are from the unreal part of you. They come from words, they are coming from scriptures, they are coming from conditioning, they are coming from society, they are coming from others. Go on asking. Let this arrow of "Who am I?" penetrate deeper and deeper. A moment will come when no answer will come. That is the right moment. Now you are nearing the answer. When no answer comes, you are near the answer because mind is becoming silent or, you have gone far away from the mind. When there will be no answer and a vacuum will be created all around you, your question will look absurd. Whom are you questioning? There is no one to answer you. Suddenly even your questioning will stop. With the questioning, the last part of the mind has dissolved because this question was also of the mind. Those answers were of the mind and this question was also of the mind. Both have dissolved so now YOU ARE. Try this. There is every possibility, if you persist, that this technique can give you a glimpse of the real- and the real is ever-living. From Osho.

Dirt, filth, garbage, refuse, waste, leavings. Ankle deep, bin full, heaps of it, spread out all over. The carnival village: Stinking toilets, overflowing feces, urine, piss all around. Unbelievable: said the visitor, disgusting: said the tourist, incredible: said the timeshare man. I do not so much convey my own opinion, although it is the same as the above, as well as the opinion of people that surround me. Follows here some opinions of people that saw it. One said this; "Me, as a visitor and a person who has seen the past, I know that most local people now live in nice houses. Made of blocks and bricks, with windows and running water, electricity and a waterproof roof. These people do not really appreciate that luxury. When they have a party, they built shacks like their forefathers lived in and they behave like wild animals, get drunk and throw garbage all around. Another one said this: Carnival originally is a celebration after a month of fasting. One does not have sex, abstains from drinking alcohol, from eating expensive and rich foodstuffs, and is modest in everything. That is the month before carnival. The party is the ending of a month of serious contemplation of God and His creation, to celebrate and to give thanks. Here, nobody fasts, not even for a day. The party therefore has lost its significance and has become nothing but a wild feast of mindless people that go about like a ship that has lost its rudder. As the meaning of the celebration has been lost, the party itself has become an ugly ting.' These facts are worth contemplating. For the next year I will have a few suggestions. The committee that steers the whole village collects a good amount of money. Where that goes to, I do not want to know this time, but for next year It should have to go to a cleaning crew on a daily basis, to clean up constantly in the village. Just like after the parade has passed, some very good guys pick up the debris; that should also be done in the village grounds. Bins should be emptied constantly, the toilets should be supervised and kept clean. That is such a disgusting degrading fact of the carnival organizers, that they get no compliment out of me. Oh, no. Spoken to locals, black, red and white, all agreed that the organizers where to blame for the filth and stink. I am of another meaning, slightly; I say all are to blame; the parents that did not teach the children to be neat and clean, the children that did not teach their parents to behave, the politicians that did not organize a way for their unthinking subjects to dispose of' their energy correctly, the religious leaders that did not prepare the partygoers before the party of the true meaning of carnival. Ask anyone, and all will say that this year something was not there. Something un-definable, unspeakable, something spiritual. Zest, conviction, integrity, spontaneity, motivation. It was like without direction, without hope. We have to open our eyes and minds to the reality and fix this knowledge in our hearts for next year. To make sure that we progress towards separate status and show the rest of the world that we are not a bunch of filthy pigs and that we can celebrate in style next year, artfully and splendidly. For some it may have been fun, but splendor there was none.

I am very upset by the letter from Gerard Bijnsdorp, where he accuses me from having called the Sint Maarten revelers filthy pigs. His wrong interpretation hurts my image not a little and I

would like you to print the following: please

Be an example Bijnsdorp.

Hi, Gerard, you ask who the fog I am. Well, if you would turn your foggy mind inward for once, and find out who you are , you will instantly know who I am. And who everybody is for that matter. You accuse me of calling people filthy pigs. I never wrote that. Put on your reading glasses, and check: I wrote; "Open your eyes and show the world that we ( and that includes me, not you of course) are not (!) a bunch of filthy pigs. But I can understand that you feel personally offended, as a teacher for so many years, you have failed to teach your pupils cleanliness, and the bad that comes from polluting the place with plastics and excrements and urine. You may not have been at the carnival village in Marigot in January where the bins were emptied regularly and the toilets were kept very clean. Still everybody there enjoyed themselves, as much as if not more then on the village Dutch side. You try to make the filth look good by comparing it with more filth in Holland. You must know that better than me, I have been only 3 month in Holland in the last 20 years. By the way Bijnsdorp, how come you know so much about bribes and bribery, wich you call fruits, in an attempt to make fun about that ugly thing. Do you know people who give, gave, received or receive those? Nice company you're in. Keep it up for the betterment of the country. Defend the dirt, make it part of the party, urinate in the pond and be an example for generations to come. Please get your head out of the fog, clean your glasses when you read my letters and show the world that you are not a filthy pig.

Born a free man, and having stayed free from indoctrination by church, state and society, all I want to do is free my fellow men. I have put myself an impossible task. Surrounded by enslaved people who cannot imagine what freedom is. Having a free mind, an open brain, and one can never get stuck in only one pattern of thought. One is always open to new ideas, learns daily new concepts and absorbs new information constantly. An enslaved mind accepts those things it was forced to learn as a child, and sticks to that for the rest of its life. Imprisoned in the past are those that Jesus called dead, sleeping. "Leave the dead to the dead", he said to someone who was torn between following him or staying behind.

I visited a church on Easter Sunday, just to see for myself once ageing what really went on. Lured by a free breakfast I went in and got the books of songs and writings. The music was good, I sung from the deep of my heart, with a voice so full and clear, that other people looked approvingly at me with great smiles. Then came the sermon. The absurdity of Jesus coming back to life, in the flesh, was spoken about over and over again. As if it was a real true happening. With every word I got sicker and sicker. To hear someone trying to convince a group of listeners of a totally unreal happening that should have taken place thousands of years ago was pathetic. And when the speaker started raising his voice trying to impress the congregation that the resurrection really took place, I felt a disgust so great that I had to leave the place. Why should anyone scream at me to convince me of something that he himself did not witness, that is not only unlikely, but truely impossible, and why should all those people accept that screaming and ranting? That is when I saw the dead. And They did not care the screaming, they all said yes to the ridiculous statements from the pulpit and I felt what Jesus felt on the cross, when he said; "Forgive them Father, they know not what they do". One person next to me understood the spark of freedom I conveyed and he too woke up, a Lazarus for true, who came away with me from the rest of the group and said later how glad he was to have found someone who had a clear   head. That what never happened, never been repeated, never been proven, but only exist in churchmakers writings, that must be shouted out over the heads of the non-thinking people is a sign that this world is not yet ready for freedom. Hypnotic leadership by church authorities seems to continue and whatever we may believe, politicians have little if anything to say about the running of the country. As long as people truly believe that they are born in sin and feel guilty from day 1, the church can manipulate them as they like.

No politician can change that, unless we separate the Church and the State. Only freedom of the mind, good honest education can help. In 1633 Galileo Galilei was condemned to lifelong imprisonment by the church because he declared the sun the centre of our planetary system. The church has held unto lies and fabrications hand and tooth for centuries. Even today I run the risk to be accused of hearsay , because I do not care if Jesus came back to life and flew away to the sky. That does not help me to become enlightened. Only His Love is my guide, not the stories around Him.

People warn innocent  young girls  against older men. How come you never warn innocent older men against young girls seducing them. In the place where I sit typing, females come and go and there is this young one who came to stand behind me. With  her  arms around me she laid her head  against mine to look over my shoulder at what I write. She sucked tenderly on my earlobe and breathes hotly through my hair. I try in my innocence to work on but she really  distracts me. I almost lost my concentration as she pressed her soft breasts against my back. One hand into the front of my shirt squeezes my nipple. I feel embarrassed, my manhood awakens. And she smells sexy, like a seductress. I am just a man of flesh and blood, you know.

I ask her please to stop, she whispers: “Why, don’t you like me?”

I say : “Yes, but you are so young, go play with the young man I saw you with.”

She says : “No, I tried him already, he’s  just a boy, I want a man, I want  you for true.”

She arouses my male ego not a little. She flicks her tongue into my ear, one hand strokes my breast, the other holds my head gently;                       

“Give it to me, come on, let’s go!”, she whispers hotly, urgently, pleading, her voice lower than normal. Here I sit, erect, trying to work. How should you advice a situation like this to develop? The girl was 110 pounds, a month short of 18  and  determined to get what she wanted (sweet, honest, innocent, straight forward love making).  If I said no, I missed  the chance  to give my pure, sweet and true love where it is wanted. If I say no, she misses a mellow, safe and expert, mature pleasure. God only knows what she will find somewhere else. Inexperienced dissatisfaction, risk of abuse, pregnancy, primitive instinctive sex without climax, even rape? If I say no and something bad happens to that girl because of my refusal, I’ll never forgive myself. Who is seducing who and who is innocent here?

O,la la, les francais. They are checking on religious sects. Well, they better talk to me, as I am someone who has checked them already long ago. My conclusions are that the biggest sect is the Roman Catholic one, then comes the Protestant Christian one, then the Muslim and Hindu ones, and following those, all the other ones, too numerous to mention. All those sects are in some or other way discriminatory towards the others. Which is the explanation for the French investigation. Being Christianized some centuries ago, the originally pagan country worshipped trees, fire, the moon, stones and what not. Once they became members of the Roman sect the most hideous crimes were committed in the time of the inquisition. If you so much as owned a black cat, you would end up on the pyre. Today they jealously look at any other club, group or organization that takes away members from their powerful lobby. Oh, la la, les francais, Liberte, Egalite... Talk about freedom of religion. I do not commit myself to any club group, lobby, party or religion, although I have been invited to join by many. I rather stay a free man, with my own knowledge and my own god in my own soul. My own God, who has no name, no

substance, no attachment whatsoever. That way I see clearly what others are doing or trying to do. And honestly, most are very good and commendable indeed. The biggest is not to my mind the best, as it insists to blind faith, which is logically foolish. To blindly accept anything not even a blind man should do, let alone one that has eyes that see. Obedience, guilt and repression are the pillars on wich these sects' credo is built; and calls itself a religion because they mix the idea of God with it. To attack other religious groups under the excuse of human rights is nothing but the same that the Romans have done since the time of Julius Cesar, accuse and destroy, in order to rule alone. In these times that (some) people slowly

become educated, the dominating superiority of the church leaders is crumbling and people are looking for alternatives to winged creatures, the magic tricks of changing water into wine, and walking on water. Those things belong to fairy tales. People are looking for more realistic experiences. How many enlightened beings did 2000 years of Christian religion produce?

Not more than one can count on the fingers of one hand. It is like a gardener with 1000 trees and only one blooms, is that a good gardener? More like the one tree blooms in spite of him, not because of him. So it was with master Eckehardt who was enlightened in the Middle Ages, and a few others. They became enlightened to show the church its absurd demands on the minds of the people. And to become enlightened should be the ultimate goal of religion, of any religion. Once awakened, when one sees the light, and God is found, is realized, nothing else is important and a group, a leader or a place of worship has become superfluous, unnecessary. That is why the religious groups do everything to prevent its members from becoming enlightened.

Nobody but a master can help a seeker. Jesus had found it, Buddha had found, Mohammed and Krishna had found. However, they could only help those that were with them, once they died it was over. No matter how one follows the memory of those masters, only a living master, a present One can help, but they are few and far apart as the world does not tolerate Holy men, they destroy the groups’ reason for existence. Oh, lala, who shall awaken next? And: how to keep the group together??? Ask the French, they may know.

Now that springtime is here and the buds are bursting with new life, hens are trotting along with their chicks, the dogs are making little puppies all over the place, I have this impossible wish. For a springtime of the mind. For a new awakening of all enslaved minds. This came about because I was visited by a certain individual who carried a Bible, and wanted to chat with me. So I made him sit down and let him talk. "Who made the mountains, and who made the fair blue sky?" asked he. “Not relevant", did I reply, "Those things are here, how they came to be does not change my day a bit, I just enjoy all that".

"But mister", said he, "do you have no respect for He who made all that?" came the accusing answer. When I asked where he got all that knowledge from he triumphantly held up the Book and told me it was Gods word. "Well, that may be as it is , but where are you yourself,?" asked I. He wondered what I meant with that.

"Where are you, what do you think, where is your mind about this, what does your spirit say?" I insisted. After a good while thinking he admitted that he had no mind of his own, he believed the book and that was all there was for him. Then I pointed out that he was thus an extension of the book, just another page, an appendix, a useless addition. I told him to go look for himself, and when was found to come back and talk to me as a man to a man, I could look in the book anytime myself, he did hot have to be the book for me.

Springtime of the mind, wake up from the long long sleep, the mental slavery that Bob Marley sings about, be someone, not a zombie who cannot think a single original thought. The free man Jesus called Lazarus out of the death back into life in the symbolic parable to illustrate how people should wake up from the spiritual death and come to life again. So am I calling all to wake up in this new spring, and live. Only when Sint Maarteners have become free people can the island become free itself. It is my believe that as long as people have no minds of their own, they cannot become free of anything. Then they will always follow those that scream loudest, even if that scream is foolish. My wish is impossible, I know it, so to all that are deep asleep I better say: "Dream Sweet".

Sitting talking to this person of the other sex, less than half my age, it were our two spirits that met. My spirit was happy to contact another free being, her spirit happy to meet with information that not even the internet could provide. Our two spirits merged, complemented each other, melted into one. Our skincolors, our age, our education, our social status, all external values dropped away. Our spiritual beings had suddenly no say over our material hunger and now anything could happen.

What other people, who saw us, said about the two of us, whatever they thought, was non-existant. God was close to us, so close that we were out of this world. And forgetting our selves we became one and we made love and experienced bliss complete. The alchemy of extasy had brought us total oneness with our Maker.

Afterwards we lay completely satisfied, entangled in each others arms and legs, reluctant to separate and return to our individual realities, wondering if we were for real.

To Richardson Julians questioning the lack of morality and consequent misbehavior of the youth. To the Lions that organize a day of "Peace". To all that are asleep and dreaming.  The young people today , those that are coming into adulthood, teenagers especially are getting desperate from the lies, the hypocrisy and the falseness of the (so called) authorities. A baby is born with an open skull. Fontanell it is called, an opening at the top of the skull that allows the brain blood volume to expand at will. The total potential of the brain s available to the young child and it is evident that it can use telepathy to call when it need help without words. It only presses more blood to the head, the face may get a little red, and the mother feels that the child is in need, even if she is in another room. Growing up, the child absorbs information like a sponge absorbs water. In no time it speaks the language, any language, whatever is spoken by the people around. Put a Spanish child in an English surrounding. in 3 month it speaks English. Try that with an Spanish adult. The brain blood volume cannot expand anymore once the cranium, the skull, is grown closed, at age 20-21, what we call adult age. The adult has a hard time learning new things and relies mainly on what it learned as a child. Only those individuals who learned to learn, those who studied learning, and subsequently escape the adult sleeping state, stay free. The youth can be indoctrinated with anything, any idea, fairy-tale, information, concept or ideology. Sadly enough the only institution that uses this fact is the religious lobby. Already at birth the child is condemned to a lifelong membership to this or that religion. Nationality is next and bewares the military who can turn a young loving person in no time into a veracious killer. With today's access to information on the internet, and before that by TV and radio, young people that are growing up have insight in what is and how it should be. This world is producing weapons. Weapons that have no value at all when all people were loving each other. So, hate is instigated all over the world. Country against country, religion against religion, political ideas against each other, what a mess. To see that, makes one look for a rope to hang oneself, a joint of ganja, even a pipe of crack. At least for some moments the worry of a rotten world can be forgotten. And who is guilty for this mess? First of all the church, who tries to saturate the child with absurd stories of fear and guilt and sin and commandments that itself does not follow. Second the politicians who promise to work for the people but only seem to enrich themselves and brake their promises. Third the capitalistic idea of greed and consumerism that leads to world pollution, slavery and envy.

Is it a miracle, a mystery, that young people show disrespect for the world that forces them to study for years and does not provide a job afterwards? A world that says: Thou shalt not kill, while the news is full of murder by armies, revolutionaries, police, rebels, Israelis, and the rest? And so on and so forth. Get Real is my motto. Which is possible after all, when one has the courage to stand up against the established liars, learns an independent profession like shoemaker, mechanic, artist, goldsmith, gardener, musician, in order to produce something. Computers are nice and interesting but they do not produce anything and are for 95 percent a waste of time and energy. Get Real. And learn to study love. That may not be easy but it is possible.

The old man is getting older but no wiser. The new man is getting wiser but not older. The old man says to someone who has lost a leg: do not complain, there is someone who has lost both legs. The new man says: One cannot feel better for someone that suffers more. If the suffering of someone can make you feel better, there is something basically wrong with you. The old man believes everything the priests and the politicians tell him. The new man questions everything. The old man tells non-sensual stories, the new man tells jokes. The old man is full of desires, when he sees a beautiful woman and cannot get her, he makes her look bad. The new man sees a beauty and gives her a compliment. Seeing a beautiful car, the old man will find something wrong with it, the new man congratulates the owner. The old man begs to his god to give him things and calls it prayer. The new man sings and celebrates and his dance is his prayer. The old man sees no violence in the threat to hunger strike to death; the new man begs to differ. The old man is proud of his nationality; the new man wishes that all borders would disappear and feels sorry for the division between nations. The old man sticks to religion, the new man is religious. The old man spends time with the past and the future, the new man loses no time in the here-now. The old man is prisoner of his society, his club membership, his religion, his nationality, his skin color, his culture. The new man is free.

Still more so than the bla-bla of Gerard about his total misunderstanding of boating. The interaction of man with the sea and the wind is an experience that brings one into close contact with the elements. No other happening brings out the natural respect and satisfaction of man that successfully crosses the great waters. Gerard, please do not write about things you do not understand. In the Regatta article you use the words "I" and "my" 37 times, do you suffer some inferiority complex? If you cannot enjoy the feeling of sailing the mighty waves, and have no part in it, take another subject to educate the readers, as an pensionated teacher, you should do just that. Not everybody needs to know your misunderstanding of the noble sport of yachting, and it takes away some of the credibility you have built up. Are you going to condemn horseback riding next, as it may give you a sore ass, and then say how wonderful it is to be able to control an animal so great and big? Or the useless running behind a ball, or hitting it with a racket, There is more to it than the eye in a wink can see Gerard, much more.

Dear Mr. T .Priest, after reading your article about the ugly Mr. Lynch and his sick ideas from 289 years ago, I wonder, why did you write that? Your explanation to provide ammunition for the healing process does not strike me as valid. For healing One needs medicine, not ammunition, that is for weapons, killing, hurting etc. Let me ask you also if reminding one the ways of the past can do anything to make today a better day. I may suggest a healing method that is timeless, although mentioned first some 2600 years ago by a spiritual master. I do not mean: the Older the better, but this method can surely help the ones that find themselves in trouble, from whatever origin or reason. Imagine a water Lilly. A lotus flower. As it sticks its multi petaled flower out of the water, with its golden center that emits a fragrance delicate and fine. The water Lilly exists in many colors, every One as beautiful as the next. The stem of the flower grows from roots that stick in the mud. They grope in the dark dirt, in the slime and grime of the bottom. There the plant has its roots. Then it has the will to go up. It grows through the water, until it emerges with a flower so exquisite and clean that the muddy source from where it came is all but forgotten. The comparing of a persons life to the lotus flower is my advice to all you troubled souls, from whatever mud you came. Grow out of it and leave it behind and emerge as a pristine, clean, new human being. We all that have our roots in mud, and emerge as beautiful flowers.

Most of us know what a molecule is; it is the smallest part of any given material. An atom is more difficult to grab, as it is in itself not a material thing. Although every molecule is made up of atoms, they are basically different. An atom is 99,999 per cent empty space; the rest is energy and information. Subatomic particles, too small to see, move about a centre with the speed of light. Scientists can only photograph the trail they leave behind, as the particles are too minute and too fast to catch.

A thought in your head is also made up of empty space. It is like the atom, energy and information. To project your thought outward into the world, the atomic energies

are bound to connect and the universe clumps atoms into molecules that become the thing or action that first was a thought. A coffeemaker, a theater play, a dollar, a marslander, an eraser, a holy book, all came into the world first as a thought.

Also a crime, a gun, and a bomb start out the same, it is of utmost importance what one thinks. I never learned to observe my thoughts, until recently I read something about that. To think positive is not a worn out cry, and it merits more than just attention I say to our Suckergarden Vodoo worriers. If you think voodoo, you will make voodoo, if you think baby doll, child toy, in the tree instead of on the dump, than that is what you get. If you think that those dolls once were loved by a child, and that love still lingers on in that doll, it gives its love out to all the people that see it. If you have a bad conscious and feel you need punishment, you may see yourself hanging there. That is the power of thought.

That God is Love I agree, about the title calling God: HIM, I Object. He or She, better then: IT. Fine with me if you defend various religions, I still maintain that in the name of religion much evil is brought into the world. Yost all conflicts present and past have religion at the base. ten referring to a loveless religious book, check Dayananda's  Sathiarth Prakash, and you will find hate, almost on every page. And this is a so called spiritual book. Then you state that words in various scriptures are words of the Lord Himself. I object: these are words written by people who say they are inspired by God. Now, who can prove or disprove that my, or your words are also not inspired by God? What criterion must one's words have to be holy? My love for mankind and all that is, is genuine and total. My understanding of what man does to man is great and I see how few of us are awake, alert, observing, witnessing, loving. That now bothers me, as Ghandi was not nonviolent, even as the world says so: I see it as violent if a man threatens to kill somebody, even if that somebody is he  himself. Ghandi threatened to kill himself if he did not get what he wanted, and that was as violent as the ones he opposed. And Marten Luther King had a dream, it means that he was still asleep. When fully awake, one doesn't dream, but speaking to dreamers, he was right. To love is a conscious living art form that sharpens the wits that makes one a human being. To end this reply to Mr. Pawa, do not wait for god to ask you: What have you done, ask yourself now and here the question all the time: what am I doing?

Emptiness does not long stay empty. A vacuum is soon filled up again. An empty stomach soon finds food. The trick is to get the right thing to fill up the empty space oboe it is created. like the mind that is full of thoughts. Most people think today the same they were thinking yesterday. Thoughts come and go like clouds in the sky. Thoughts of work, of the partner, of the bills to pay, of the kids; endless thoughts leave no place in the mind for peace. But as those thoughts come and occupy the mind , they also go, to be replaced by the next thought. Like a monkey jumping from branch to branch the thoughts jump from onto the other. Between thoughts though there is a tiny moment of no thought. Like the quiet between the songs on a CD or cassette. A little moment of nothing. Silence. The gap between thoughts does exist, like the blue sky between clouds. That gap is what is going to save you. What can safe you if you look for abetter you. If you can look for the gap of silence between thoughts and hold on to it. Fake that quiet moment yours. Make it longer, draw it out. And you will become silent .This gap is the silence that God needs to enter you. How can God enter you if you are occupied with thinking all the time? God will not force itself upon you. You have to invite Him. You have to make place for Him. Stop thinking all your busy thoughts, stop even thinking of God, just create emptiness. does not the bible say In the beginning there was nothing. Then God came and filled it up. So you have to create nothing. Even you have to make place. The egoistic, self centered you, your ego has to make  way for the Divine to enter. Only when that happens does the real world that was meant to be reveal itself. Until then you will be tied up with what others have told you, what the people around you have tried you to believe. There is nothing to believe. There is no art or inspiration when you are thinking your endless thoughts. Only in the silence can creation take place. Only when you forget who you are in lovemaking with your partner, can a new being come into existence. Once you are not anymore you, when the two of you have become one, without knowledge, without ego, without mind, deep in love together none, can a new creation come into being. And so it is with everything that you want. Create it in the gap. Let all thoughts go and let the universe do the rest. It is there to help, and it can only help when you are not. ten your busy thoughts are gone. Then God enters and lets the harmony return were it was gone, the light enter were it was dark. The pureness will take over the intoxicated mind when the thoughts have stopped and the silence has arrived. Try it and see for yourself. There do you think I get my funny ideas and knowledge from? Or any painter or artist that plays his instrument, from the silence. In the beginning there must be nothing. Then suddenly everything that you was looking for enters. These letters appears out of the silence of  my mind that has stopped working. Zen calls it The sound of one hand clapping. Or tea from an empty cup. This is the remedy for stress, trouble and anger. Create emptiness. watch the thoughts inside yourself. Become a witness to all you do and you will become the true you that you was meant to be. Full of the love of God. Once you let Him in. When you have silenced your mind and made place for Him

The complaining writer who got no job. Sorry, I found it very hard, but also true. However, without exp(t)ensive education nobody can write a nice letter. Mastery of anything needs teachers, masters, guidance, pupils, students and/or apprentices. Most all handmade articles need professionals to make them. Hands-on teachers is what is needed. To manufacture things. Ones handwriting is irrelevant. What job did writer seek? Tailor, shoemaker, goldsmith, sculptor? Knowledge gives security, wisdom and art give peace. Why not give the man a boost. Tell him to go observe people that are making things, so that he may learn it too. I learned all I know by watching for it. How it was done, to do it later all by myself. That is the curious child inside. Now I show others how to do it, that they may learn it too. Everybody must pass the time one way or another. By doing anything, knitting, soldering, stringing, sewing, one cannot do anything bad. And the miracle of creating happens in your own hands. Baskets, handbags, rings, shirts and shoes can be made in Sint Maarten. The profit would be enormous. Tourists always ask for things made local. At present all goods are imported, except some booze, that is mixed and bottled here. The manufacturer abroad made his money, then the shipper who brings it here, and the salesman also makes his profit, to the shopkeeper who sells it for profit again. At least three markups, which we could keep here by only getting the basic materials and producing. Especially jewelry, as that is article number One. It can keep hundreds of people busy. A school for professionals would not hurt a nation that wants to become independent. Local power to the local people. Power in making it nice. Fight apathy and steer violent thoughts into making sweet and pretty things. We are in the material world, we are not all pen pushers. Every person likes things that are made with taste and pleasure. Small things deserve respect. Super rich Japan never invented anything, it only made existing things smaller. As god lives in the details, hands-on teaching workshops are what Sint marten needs. Nothing that is sold did not get made somewhere. Lets make it here. And to improve on letter writing skills, once you know how to make a pretty thing, that can always come later.

Most everybody that has had some schooling knows what a molecule is. It is the smallest part of any given material. Molecules are made up of atoms. Atoms represent the elements of which there are about 105 discovered. Water is not an element, but made up of two elements, Hydrogen(H) and  Oxygen (O). H2O is a well known way to describe water, it means that a molecule of water is made up of two atoms of hydrogen and one atom of oxygen, stuck together. Now comes the strange thing: an atom is not a material thing.  The atom is made up of 99 .9999 percent empty space. The particles that make up an atom are not particles in the material sense and they are so small, so minute, that they cannot be photographed by our most sophisticated apparatus. They move with the speed of light around each other, the inner ones called protons and outer ones neutrons. Our scientists can photograph the trails these particles leave behind but at the moment of observation, they are already gone. As I stated, the atom is 99,999 percent empty space, the rest is energy and information, not any material substance. How then can a molecule, which is a material thing, exist??? This is the mystery that we all live. It is a fact that all that exists is in reality 99.999 percent empty space. Whatever one looks at with an electron microscope disappears in the emptiness of the atom. So however solid you think you are, and your bank account and your house and your family, and your car, know that all of it is just an illusion. The Buddhist from ancient times, knew all this, their Holy number is 108, and scientist believe that that is the true number of elements, a few have not been discovered yet, and , the Buddhists say all the time that the world is nothing but an illusion...The only thing that keeps it together is your mind, your thoughts and your accepted ideas. Thoughts are also made up of the same stuff as the atoms. Your thoughts are 99.999 per cent empty space, and a little energy and information. The relation between thoughts and atoms is direct; whatever you can think of will come to pass. Anything that now exists in the material world started out as a thought. So,observe your thoughts and think positive, that good things may come of it. And wanting , desiring something very much,will lead to the creation of that sornething. The universe has nothing else to do than to create for you that what you desire. Just please do not ask for anything bad, the universe does not have a mind of its own, it creates everything that we can dream up.

Knowledge about dying is hard to obtain. Nobody escapes that one certainty, and still it is never discussed. It is not studied or talked about and the art of dying is at a very low point in our society. I myself do foresee my death. And I do not want no wailing and snottering at my departure. Feast and be merry when I am set free. Address me as if I where still there. Nobody knows in what Wisdom and Light I will have gone. So I start saving for the party after my death. Every coin I get through the neck of an empty ketchup bottle adds to the party money. When the bottle is full of coins I bury it. It holds approximately  $50.- When long after my death someone finds the bottle full of coins he will have a little party. When I have buried enough for a big party I make a map. With a cross at the spot and a dotted line to the nearest tree. With numbers of steps to be taken in various directions of true north. To maintain the Caribbean dream of buried treasure, I recommend all future party mongers to bury more treasure, deeper, When so much treasure is buried by me as to make people want to kill me for it I have reached. Then I will reveal it all to a good friend shortly before I go. I will hand him the chart with the secret of the buried treasure and he may do with it as he likes. If I die as planned the party may be delayed by my friend or consumed ad hoc. If I do not die, I keep adding to the hoard. If my body is to be disposed of I would prefer to be thrown in the deep, clear  waters of the sea. My organs may be reused if desired, the rest cut in small pieces for the seagulls, burnt, or eaten by worms, that does not bother me, but a party with happy people, cake, sweetmeat, drink and music, that must be. I hoard my  treasure now for the people that live longer. Cheers.

Human beings of ordinary wit are scared of freedom. Also it is never given to them and those who are free are rare. Mostly looked upon by others with contempt. It starts as soon as one is born. Post newly born beings are robbed of their freedom of religion, as they straight away get it from their parents. Catholic, Jew, Moslim or Hindu, there goes the spiritual freedom. Of course it happens in some country, so the nationality is next. The newly born is American, Dutch, French, Colombian Saint Lucian or whatever. Freedom to be a world citizen or a universal person is taken away. A few years later one enters school and it becomes more evident in wich class one belongs, well-to-do, rich, middle class, or poor. Belonging to one class means that the other classes are out of bound and the freedom to mix is frowned upon, especially when a few years later marriage comes into play. Now the profession. Studied for doctor the person now is stuck in that line of work. Having grown into a merchant, manual labour is out. And he who tills the land might just as well do that for the rest of his life. And if this prison of religion, nationality, profession and wealth is not enough of a prison that locks out the rest of the world people tend to form groups where one has to become a member so as to exclude all others who are non-members. Lions, Freemasons, Rotarians and not to forget political parties. Now it becomes clear what freedom means to be imprisoned in a self created cage of strict limits where others are kept out. Reflect on this idea when you believe that impedance makes us free. It only makes our prison smaller. True freedom knows no master, no boss over one, no credo or creed, no dogma, principle or class. True freedom mixes and mingles with all that are imprisoned and bound by rules to show them the limits of their beliefs. A slave is a free man if he is content with his lot; a free man is a slave if he seeks more than that. Prison is envy, pride, ignorance, greed and all the above. It takes much power to be free, so I wish you strength, if you really like freedom.

Imagine some pain, somewhere in the body. A pain that keeps you from sleeping. So much so, that you cannot read, are sick of watching tv, can only have a radio on in the background, unable to concentrate enough to hear exactly what is being said. That pain, over one hundred times, past three and a half months, more than 100 days pain. Somewhat too much to get used to. Just so that by times, when busy with important matters one can forget momentarily. Returning pain, especially at night when it keeps one from the sleep of peace and oblivion. Advil, Tylenol, codeine, aspirin, over the counter, under the counter, anything to alleviate this horrible feeling. Legal or illegal, as long as it helps, it is welcome. One more cigarette maybe? All this just because some careless driver did not look out, drove a little fast, took the corner too tight and: oops,sorry, I did not see you, my mind was somewhere else... Resulting in another tragic victim. Hit on the 2nd of December. '99, forever lame in the right foot, now 100 days later, still hoping to make you all aware to drive careful and not do to others, what another did to me. Victims keep being brought into the hospital, do not think that anything has changed. Perpetrators are not punished, and continue to put people in pain, misery and financial mayhem. I write this in the night at 2:30, to try to keep my mind of my painful leg. And to let you know how important it is to stay alert on the road and be careful, full of care for the way you behave on the road... Most pain is mental, an anger that I cannot name, something to do with the loss of creativity, this hang...up over my leg. I wish it was gone. But the experts say that I can walk again in a year from now, I should be cheerful, there are worse victims, how do I dare to complain so much??? I dare, because I was a healthy man before and I could walk in the fields, and on the beach and from my home to town and back. And now I am stuck, and cannot go anywhere at all. Depending on friends that come to take me out. Out of control of my own life. I suffer and I have to let you know Road users on Sint Maarten. Behave yourselves.

After years of mismanagement the higher supervision came. In fact it was brought upon ourselves through the things that were done wrong. The disappearing funds, the non appearance of projects etc,etc. Now I suddenly hear of a political person who is  calling Philipsburg Johannesburg. I didn't hear exactly in what context, but if he referred to the reconciliation committee from Jo-burg, indeed, Ph-burg has some way to go. Imagine to try to reconcile all the people whose roads are withheld by the former thieving politicians, the sewage plants and other  plans never executed; all the taxes that had to come after the real money had gone and debts reach sky high. Some politicians find that there is nothing to take anymore as it was before, money for trips abroad, for land, for cars etc. They have to find normal work or other legal means to make money. They will surely have a hard time. Still it seems to me a very good idea to try to reconcile the former thieves with the people and to forgive and work together as friends. Peace and contentment in stead of hate and spite. Let's begin with a clean slate. The jailed mr. Van Putten may be the last one who did his trick and now sits for $ 70.000.- per year, as he has over $ 210.000.- ,  stashed away somewhere. He must sit there with a big smile, good earnings. If he can be reconciled with those he duped I doubt it, but let's propose it to the committee when Philipsburg becomes Johannesburg. And by the way: don't blame the judge for the law.

One of my favorite subjects is: symptoms and source of things. These ”things” are the ills of our world. Have you not noticed that the newsmedia always only tell the public the symptoms of the problems and never the source? Take drug abuse for example. What a noise we got from the testing results and the fact that so many youth are intoxicating themselves etc, etc. Not a word about the untenable conditions that some or all of the victims of drugs are living in, the fatherless families, the lack of recreation, ball fields, you name it. Or take the bad roads, photographs show us the holes and the problems, but not a word a about the years of neglect of the then reigning commissioners and responsible people, who could have prevented the present horror.  An airplane hostage taking, one hardly hears the underlying terror that has driven the hijackers to their deed. And about the victims, refugees and sufferers of war the papers are full, as truly the agony is so terrible, that the whole world must hear about it. But not a word about the weaponmakers who make the weapons That get sold to any One that pays and starts a war, small or big. The real source of misery is mostly hidden and not talked about, so much the more about the symptoms. Is it not time to get the real information to the people, so they know why all these problems are in the world? The symptomatic treatment never solves the problem, the reporting of same is shallow and  in itself no news, a respectable newspaper should get to the roots and report on the  causal the ills, instead of only reporting the ills, That way the public can help to prevent future wrongs better.. Right now world—level discussions are about the poor countries that need help from the rich. Not a word about the exploitation, and pillage of the poor uneducated by the rich. The rich who had no morality or compassion, and who created the poverty by taking more than is fair. This discussion can go on for ever, so I stop here, and hope that you reflect a little on the reasons for the wrongs that are everywhere, all around us

This, our life on Sint Maarten, is very special and rich in experiences. I am honored to be with you all, on this very special island and I like to share some knowledge that I gathered from the over 50 countries that I have visited. Chinese wisdom is by far the oldest as they have had laws in place all the time that the European countries still were primitive and populated by barbarians. They had the longest time to observe nature and its phenomena and I tell you this because their idea for the reasons of disasters is interesting to say the least. The Chinese of old believed that natural disasters like earthquakes, floods and storms take place where the governments are bad, corrupt and inadequate.

So much for the Chinese... When I settled down on the French part of Sint Martin, over 12 years ago it was a backward and forgotten part of the Caribbean. Not long after I was feeling at home so to say, new laws issued in France brought a vast amount of money that resulted in new hotels, charter boat companies, businesses, and restaurants, by far too many for the tourists that went there. I met president Mitterand and shook hands with him in Marigot, after he had seen president Bush in Anse Marcel. Some time later came LUIS and I had to move for a while, for lack of housing. Thinking of what the Chinese had told me, I wondered how bad a government could be to provoke such calamity over the land. In '96 I settled on the Dutch side where I found a sweet little house to contemplate, meditate and create my ideas. And I saw how very much had to be done about the enormous chaos left behind by former governments and the storm LUIS. Higher Supervision just then came about and technical assistants for the governing agents tried to pinpoint what was wrong with those who govern SXM. For so long things had gone wrong that it would take long time correct the situation. Terrible storms hit the island over and over, as if the Highest Powers were trying to say something. The warnings from Above were ignored time and again and all the broken poles were replaced, roofs redone, roads repaved more than once. Nothing though changed the minds and the hearts of the rulers of the country and improvements that should have started long ago where ignored again and again. Illegal house building without inspection, garbage dumping in the middle of the country, drug trafficking, bad roads and unrestricted car sales, money squandering went on just as before. And now, right in the time that the mother country starts enforcing order and the Queen came to pay a visit to this little island in the tropic sea, LENNY came to show once again how bad the former governments had treated our fine island. Almost no sewage systems, no roof building rules, no underground cabling, no drainage and so on and so forth. This time I hope that the warning from the Very Highest is taken serious and the responsible ones on the top start the program that may have to run forever, that will ensure the building of a real paradise island. Hurricane proof, flood proof, corruption proof, poverty proof, zinc roof proof and all the rest that needs to be done to prevent the Highest Power to come and lash out again. The people of St.Maarten   need all the love and care that serious politicians can give.

The island was compared with an eagle and the two sides with the two wings of the bird in the poem from Ruby Bute. It ended the speeches by the highest dignitaries of Sint Maarten/Saint Martin in French quarter on Saturday, 11 November. For all those people that could not be present I obtained a copy from the one and only nonpolitical recital on that total political performance. The counselors Arnell and Mussing ton, our very inspired Sarah Westcott and Albert Fleming where followed by the boss man from France mister. Patrice Laton who spoke in French and perfect English how keen his country was following the development of the Dutch side... Our Own ambassadrice of culture Ruby concluded the recitals with:

St.Martin, the beautiful, the peaceful domain,

Let's fight to protect and preserve her tradition and treasures

special and unique, forever she'll reign.

I plead today to those who ignore distress for the sake of progress.

My words, my thoughts are for St.Martins best interest.

It's tine to take a stand to save our land.

There's an urgency for national pride and friendship,

Let's find it again through care, brotherhood and worship.

Times are testing our faith, but may there never be for my

Island any sort of unrest.

Oh no, not for this haven where battered soldiers daily come to rest.

Since days of old papers were shuffled around the table.

Treaties were signed, and the people were left behind,

With courage and love we labored, by nature loving and kind,

we became one family, one culture, one mind.

Therefore my cry is to claim what is still left of your traditions

and treasures.

St. Martin, the beautiful, the peaceful domain.

St. Martin people believe in yourself, forget not your noble

history of pain and survival.

There's no burden too great that we cannot bear

If you remember the travels that brought us here,

then never should we despair.

My words flow today for this little rock,

St. Martin the beautiful, the peaceful domain

Your rolling hills spread from Concordia to Reward,

From Reward to French Quarter, all around to Simpson Bay

Contradicting the story, proclaiming one island

please unite, become one head and both wings will fly

like an eagle in the sky.

St.Martin the beautiful, the peaceful domain,

Forever you'll reign

It is most reassuring to have a representative of our culture department stand in the row of dignitaries. As the only one who does anything for the promotion of culture, Ruby Bute should be the example for all those who sit in the office of the department and produce nothing at all. Well done Ruby.

As a victim of a recent traffic accident whereby the other party clearly was wrong, I, together with many others, am experiencing a very frustrating time. A time that I have to  live with a newly acquired handicap, a loss of income and a period of waiting for justice. I am waiting for my lawyer to get my case before the judge, who must after carefully  considering the facts come to a just verdict. Why the public prosecutor not immediately prosecuted the traffic offender is to my mind still an enigma. Wrongly parked cars get towed and fined, helmet less bikers and other small  offenses right away get punished right away by the policeman who in the case of giving a fine acts as witness, prosecutor and judge all in One, the offender who drives one into hospital and lifelong invalidity can, after haven given his name and license number, drive on unpunished. I have spoken to the highest police official in our force and he told me that we do not have enough prosecutors. The few we have are so busy with drug offenses, violent crimes and the like that the file of traffic victims from traffic offenses is sky high. He told me that we have no prosecutor who is specialized in these matters and so they are not considered important enough to be dealt with fast and conclusive. Here I feel a most terrible injustice taking place. Especially because of marijuana. That(soft) drug is allowed in Holland for over 25 years and it does not cripple people, it does not lead to criminality and no marijuana user ends up in hospital as do traffic victims. Which is the more grave occurrence then? Not even cocaine puts people bleeding on trolleys in the emergency room, unless it is from shooting of jealous and greedy dealers. These so called drug offenses are economical, they drain money through the users away from the system and to those that are not supposed to have it. But the drugs do very little harm compared to what careless car drivers do to each other and to pedestrians. There is something definitely wrong in the handling of our justice. And I will keep on pointing to this until it is rectified or I have gotten satisfaction, as I am most likely to be corrupt enough to let matters rest once I am compensated... I hereby ask anybody that has been involved in a traffic accident without getting justice to write to this newspaper to let the public know how the case is solved or not. How long it takes to get settlement after an accident, how much was the compensation for a lost leg, foot, hand or eye??? How many times one has to return to the past to be reminded of what happened by asking the lawyer how things are progressing, what the results were from the last meeting and when the next negotiations are taking place...Why this painful part of out justice system is not corrected while punishments for many crimes are doubled not long ago, to overfill our already full jails, is an enigma. This riddle has not been solved, not by a high police chief, not by my lawyer and not by insurance officials that I spoke to. Whomever can comment and add any information to this problem please write to the Herald so the public can learn about it more