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.

What makes the difference between primitive and civilized people? The complicatedness of their paintings, their music, the depth of their writings, their knowledge of the soul, of science, of what exactly?

Those questions sped through my mind when a terrible noise broke free close by my home last night. Through the bad quality of the amplifier and other technical equipment of the group the language they used  was indistinguishable from any stormy seashore noise, wave after wave of noise came crashing through my door and windows and I even thought I felt the earth tremble. How long these sessions must torment and terrorize people all around I do not know. What I know is that man is born with only two natural fears: that of height and of noise. Thunder scares a child naturally and standing on an edge of a cliff looking down is scaring to every one.

The making of noise with amplifiers and speakers does no harm directly, is what one thinks. But deep down it is a violent action or crime against all who are  in the immediate vicinity. Insanity, madness, hypocrisy, fanatism, globalization ion, war crimes, let's look at that word: war crime. First, war. Which is a crime.  Killing is a crime. Now, war crime; a criminal crime. Madness in its pure form. Cleansing is next, it means to make clean, to make proper, take away dirt. Ethnic cleansing; an impossible idea. No ethnic group is clean. If it was kept pure through time it would have been inbreeding to the point that most members were bubbling mongols. Any group must let outsiders in to strengthen its genes. Globalization would suggest coming together, in stead countries that once formed a union are trying to separate.. .Mad cow disease, it is not the cows that are mad, the people who abuse them are. Imagine feeding a vegetarian animal like a cow with meat rests. Nature responds with sickness. In a world like this, so full of lies, poison and hate, it is difficult to stay loving and straight. The true love from a mother to her child is the example of how all people should love each other. She would not scream to her child if she has love. Wars have been going on from the days of Cain and Abel and will only stop inside your loving heart if you want it to.

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.