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Maker of the Atlantisring - Thursday, February 10, 2005
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# Thursday, February 10, 2005

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.

 

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# Wednesday, February 09, 2005

click onto  www.Osho.com,  and see for your self. Or find OSHO in bookstore, library or  amazon.com. He gives you the days “no-thought”,  not a “thought for the day” , those are  outdated and belong to the old-minds.  It bores me to have to put up with a world  full of people that are not free and progressing. The Truth has set me free.  People that still make this world are stuck hands and feet in the quagmire of the same old ways, work with the same old ideas and  bring the same wars, the same fossil-fuel burning engines and the same eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth. As long as people follow those old ideas and religions, I cannot mix with them . Study OSHO if you want to get anywhere ,  if you want to get into the present, the now.

 I will write more comments on everything, for I  am new. ( read Conversations With God 2 , by Neale Donald Walsch, Jubilee Library)

Dear friends, information by enlightened people, OSHO and Neale Donald Walsch   confirm only what you know deep down is true. I was already new, I never was old. Only suppressed by society, put down. When I wanted to soar high, I was to be low, with them. Where I was free, I had to be shackled. To follow rules made for fools. To be a free mind  is the hardest  thing in this world. Confined by religions, by political directions, by skin color or language, by nationality and god knows what more, to be free is almost a crime. You may try to understand, but unless you are free, you will not know the pain. To be born free and find oneself in this unfree world is a curse.. That is why reading the authors I mentioned is such a comfort.  They know where we are coming from, where the pain comes from. Osho comforted me when I cried my heart out. Walsch comforted me when I carried the worlds pain on my shoulders. And very young women comforted me when  tragic disaster struck. Young ones comfort me when I cringe with loneliness,  because  old women cannot understand the freedom-suffering-boy inside . Only very young women who are not yet set in society's rules. It is why Jesus loved  whores , because they also defied the rules, they rebel against the laws of the world. They ease the pain of  boy-men. A very young woman  still  has  freedom, defying everything. Differences in age do not exist  when a young woman caresses an older grieving man. When I look in loving ageless eyes, there are only two immortal free spirits. I may end up on a cross, judged by the ancient rulers and criminal lawmakers that call them self right. I puke of them and on their world. They believe in their  jails, they build more jails to lock up anyone that is not following their decrees and laws and religions and rules for refugees and passports  and rules for their material possessions and for drugs, and AIDS patients. Freedom flies out of the window with a whiff of incense, burning on the altar of ignorance. From behind  tears for lost freedom this mail is reaching you, slipped through the keyhole of a jail door. Will  you  ever open that door ? 

Now you read the true reasons for drug and alcohol abuse, for domestic violence. People are never angry for reasons they think.  They are angry because their original freedom, that is, their birthright, is taken away. And they and you, you rebel, you dream, you drink, you drug, try to escape. You get so frustrated, you take it out on your wife, your girlfriend, your neighbour, none of them have done you a thing, but  you find yourself frustrated in this world of rules, while you were born free. Acceptance, surrender, consent, words that describe defeat. I know that deep inside of you, freedom is asleep. I will awaken it  gently with the truth. Rest assured friends. The Truth shall set you free and it will curb your violence, make you a loving human being again.

                                 

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# Monday, December 06, 2004

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.

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# Wednesday, December 01, 2004

 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.

 

 

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# Tuesday, September 07, 2004

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

 

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# Thursday, August 12, 2004

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.

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# Thursday, July 29, 2004

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.

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# Saturday, July 10, 2004

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.

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