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?

Out the dairy of a young mother of 16; I got my babygirl when I was 14 years old.

My problem is that I do not get “off” when I have sex with my boyfriends. We like to make love as a pass time and recreation, because it cost nothing and it gives us all sweet, warm, sexy feelings and it makes us better and dearer friends.

We stroke and massage and kiss and hug and whisper sweet intimate jokes to each other. It’s real fun. Of course we always use condoms. The boys get “off” all the time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me because I don’t feel that wonderful relaxing pleasure feeling which other girls tell me is called orgasm. It must be so wonderful when I hear them explain it to me. But I don’t feel anything special, other than the loving sweetness and the pure togetherness.

Would it be better if I try an older man who don’t get off so fast? Or will I get it spontaneously when I am older? Is it something I can learn or do, or do I have the problem because I got my baby already?

My mother who is 29 years old does not know why I cannot get my “climax” as she calls it. She just say to keep on trying. What do you think I can do? Is there a sex doctor I can?

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.

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.

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.