The law on littering for instance. If I leave a bag of garbage on the public road, you can call that littering. If I run my septic water on the public road, what do you call that??? It happens now for years and months on the Suckergarden road next to the Tropical Building, belonging to a Mr. Labega. This building houses a number of illegal’s, and has its septic tank water constantly run over the public road. Telephoned to the head of the department of hygiene, the headman, Tony Boyrard told me on the third call, that he had written a letter about the sewage water, without any results. I myself wrote in The Daily Herald two month ago, no result. I talked to several departments, to Public Works, where I got to speak to four people who all said that it was not their responsibility, and Mr. Buncamper who is responsible, was not available. There is a rumor that public works is going to make a sewage pipeline, in the far future. That is if the money from Holland does not disappear somewhere on the way. Untill that happens, the owner of the  building is responsible. The law on littering should be enforced.

If nothing happens after this letter gets published, I will contact the prosecutor, to ask him why the law does not get enforced, applied. Gedogen? Does the government people allow Mr. Labega to pollute, because he is one of them? Tolerate it, as a dumptruck cost money and Mr. Labega does not want to pay? Or will he run a pipe under the road so that the sewage runs straight in the pond, under the road, instead of over it? I am sick and tired of the stink that sticks to my car every time I pass there. At Archroad the stinking sewage is being led by an ingenious system of expensive gutters under the road into the pond. Great, shovel the dirt under the carpet. Now it pollutes the pond, for all that live around it, and the rest. Public Works, money from Holland pays for something that all the house owners are responsible for, and they should pay. All the shacks on Arch Road torn down? What happened after that idea was launched some time ago? Nothing, KOOP built a drainage. That happened, not to solve the problem, but to hide it. Instead of running over, it now runs under the road. At least it does not stick to my car any more.

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.