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Gaza Needs This Now, The World of States Needs This Now


A military assault upon a civilian population is not a war - it is a genocide.

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Gaza needs this now - read with cadence.. 

'Time is of the essence.

Gaza needs this now

While they are
Aching for safety,

Crushing onslaught,

Gnawing hunger,

Pounding barrages,

Pressing hunger,

Sharp shards.

Dull crunch,

Stabbing pain.

Throbbing hearts,

Burning desire.

Deep despair,

Knot-like resilience.


Pinching myself

Is this real?

Prickling dust,

Sore feet.

Stretching canvas

Tight.

Crampy conditions,
Electric disabled,

On-the-surface rubble,

Pins and Needles. 

Pulsing Terror,

Shooting Civilians,
Hunger, 
Always 
The Hunger.
Death.
Gaza.

Liberation from 
Occupation,
Oppression,
Dehumanisation, 

Genocide. 
Gaza. ..

Unconditional 
Israeli ceasefire.
Gaza needs This
 now.

Unconditional.
Just STOP.

The world of states..
needs this 
now.

Gaza. 
and so many other places.

Ceasefire! You bloody maniacs! Ceasefire!'

a cartoon from mondowiess
The area of Gaza overlaid on London

Every day, all day, all night for 5 months

Mike Pence signing Israeli Artillery Shells 2024
Keeping it going.


Stop it.

You maniac!

~

Why do children bully other children?

Because Adults bully.

Nobody wants to have that conversation.

History tells us the modern State was born of Kingdoms, most often with much bloodshed.


Hierarchies of Wealth and Power that deploy layers of violences to maintain and expand their dominant reach are a threat to our species.

We do not need States that rationalise mass trauma as part of a 'necessary' and 'inevitable' historical struggle for dominance. We never have.


We need States that are born of peoples, emergent states that represent the healthy and just self determination of each people, each language group, each ethnicity, each culture, each territory according to how they best live well, nurtured and safe.


These States must therefore be bio logical egalitarian entities, rather than structures of hierarchical belief systems, and must reflect the evolved state of healthy mutual aid that is the base line of human and Homo Sapiens evolution and optimally biological health.


~

Kindest regards

Corneilius

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Secret Santa : and a christmess Christmas carol

Secret Santa. 


Sometimes I wish Santa was secret,

that no-one knew his or her name...


more secret than the CIA



Egalitarian Indigenous Culture - good people, shared parenting.


so secret that no one knew of him, or her.


Or it. 


It is a thing. A concept. Santa was always dead. Santa is a zombie.


I wish....


that millions and millions of microplastic tyred miles and tons and gigatons of plastic toys and wrapping would simply vanish.


They won't. 


The plastic just gets smaller and smaller and smaller until we are drinking it without seeing it, we are peeing it.


A bit like Christmess shopping  - we do not see the poison, for it is covered in glitter.

We pay for that!?


The roads are still clogged with plastic shedding carbon dioxide exhausting metal boxes moving flesh and merchandise, for more shopping..


Patterns.


Faith in the myth appears to be sapping, replaced by open lies.


Mental emotional wrapping, a clingy film of cultural appropriations toxic mimicry.


Do it!


Unwrap yourself.


Do it now!


Feel the relief!


Imagine plastic

created to miraculously bio-degrade, by clear thinking..


designed to be

re-up


-taken,


(sorry Liam Neeson and Luc Besson!)


"we will find you and we will re-use you!"


thus, cycling nurture into a myriad web of living, caring for 

the world that we make safe for all its children, for all our children, for all of their lives.


Will we unshrinkwrap our Earth?


I wish.


Wish is one thing, what we do another -

Some things are assuredly worth the bother.


Christmas?


I can't be bothered. 


I think I am immune.


Though not immune to the pollution, not immune to the poisoning of the habitat, and, happily, I am also not immune to the love of chocolate. And mince pies. And family and community. Sharing time, feasting together, chillaxing in love.


Christmas without the pollution might be a worthy solution, the best gift we can give Is always love, because love guides action in ways that maintains a life of dignity.

From the cradle to the cradle.


this song, my Christmas wish, humbly.




Kindest regards

Corneilius

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Living within a Violent Hierarchy - Protest, action, change, healing and recovery amidst a pandemic.

Today I feel a bit poetic... so here goes..

Protest


I get that these protests are ways to
speak out,
to call a voice
to
say in public :

'stop! this is a harm you are causing!'

To spread awareness,
to gain support,
to start, yet again,
honest conversations
in public
that we must have.

Such harm cannot be allowed
to continue.

Racial profiling? Really?

I get that the people and institutions
who Rule do not Govern.
They seek therefore to control
public published narratives,
because they have to -

Stay Alert!
Control The Virus!
Control the Narrative!

- they cannot bear the truth
and we all know why.
They will try to co-opt whatever they can,
and what they cannot, they will bury.

They will not mention the warts
on the Emperors nose.

They do not listen to hear,
they already understand
what it is we are protesting about.

I am not against the protesters.
I am for seeking ever more efficient,
effective ways
to counter the system's silence,
we are all leading through example
as in:

Disabled people in the UK where
Thousands die before their time
confronting the Government
with support from the UN -
almost nothing from The Press,
and the general population
are mute on this?

The disabled are leading,
and who is following?

Really?

Today, in the midst of epidemic
and pandemic,
a protest where
we observe social distancing
which we need to do, in these times.

SARSCOV2 is real -
and it changes nothing about the abuse
of power.

COVID19 changes nothing
about the existing power disparities,
it accentuates aspects of that dynamic,
in that Governments in New Zealand
and Vietnam
appear to care more for the people
than do the Governments of the United Kingdom
or the United States of America.

Some people exploit
emergent vulnerability.

They know who they are.

We know who they are.

We all do.

Social Distancing
is Physical
Distancing,
it is
people taking care of each other,
looking out for each other.

Physical Distancing is extending generosity,
and is very, very social.


and for all these:

Black Lives Matter, 
Me Too, 
Disabled Rights,
War is Shit,
Nukes are Puke,
Misogyny is Medieval. 
Abolish Poverty,
Stop Polluting The Earth,
Just Stop Male and Female Genital Mutilation,
and
of course:

Stop The Spread of Infection, 
Spread The Love.

Go, New Zealand!
Go, Vietnnam!
Go, Finland!


and more.

Inequity is all around us -
we know this.

Every demonstration
turns out to be a demonstration
of our human vulnerability:
this is a discipline,
this is a human strength -
and I think that this is the only way to avoid
being co-opted by the system.

Remain vulnerable.
Never armour up.

Never be a cop, in armour.

Each 'protest' ought to have that same deep, deep discipline,
a determination to show how strong our mind really is,
how strong our heart.

Honesty.

That we are vulnerable
and still ready
to resist the ones who abuse,
to resist the ones who want to start a fight,
by refusing to fight,
refusing to shout at,
and always shouting about the subject,
the harm that must cease -
still refusing to be drawn in -
and there is silence, as a deliberate action,
that too can be potent in a public space.

The Emperor gets no applause.

Millions just standing there, silent, accusing,
presenting the knowledge, the evidence.

We all know.

Some things do not need to be said,
let alone shouted,
once they are fully understood.
And it is reaching for that understanding
that is a critical task,
to go beyond personal belief and opinion,
to find what is really true
and useful to know.

Justice is based on knowledge rather than belief.

We know injustice causes harm.
We know this.
We know.
You.
Know.

Only with that understanding
does the silence
of knowing
begin to present the
space for ways
take action
together
to stop
the harm.

Ghandi got it wrong.

Mandela was co-opted, he was threatened:
'the mines are ours!' the owners said
dangling war in front of his people.

Martin Luther King had to be murdered.

Because the bullies could not co-opt Martin Luther King.

He was that powerful. He was that vulnerable.

A quiet voice. Did he shout? His heart was louder.


For me the cycles of news worthy events
and the timing of protests,
the headlines and head lies,
the hashtags, the issues,
the stories behind the slogans
and the soundbites - are not cycles.

They do not come and go,
they are not tidal,
they are not seasonal.

They are all permanent flavours,
they are tastes I taste every day,
they are scents I pick up on the wind of thinking,
they are sounds and silences that tell stories,
that speak of the unspoken,
that cry the tears of frustration and despair,
they are the rebels wise laughter
in the midst of obvious deceit,
 - i see through you  and that sets me free -
no matter what the media,
be it public, social or secret
mainstream,
alternative,
alt-right,
underground
or open source
is promoting,
loving
or hating,
or ignoring
on any given day.

#metoo
#bulliesexploitthevulnerable
#eglaitarianhealthisabiologicalmandate
#kindnessispolitical
#blacklivesmatter
#all_lives_really_do_matter_more_deeply_than_you_could_possibly_imagine
#BLEAKLIVESMATTER

I was there before 'the media',
I will be here after they have gone.
We all were, we all will be.
They and the bullies they serve
are temporary, delusional,
ugly, ungainly, awkward,
lacking grace or style -
the Human Heart is ancient,
potent, beautiful, resilient,
an intelligence kinder that they can ever imagine,
braver than heroes,
stronger than their biggest bombs.

The Vietnamese stopped the spread,
because they spread the love.

Their love also broke the Yankee Impertinence of Imperialism.

They broke the bully who broke his own children.

They persisted. They remained.

58,000 murdered on one side,
3,200,000 murdered on the other.
And no American leader was prosecuted.
The Land of the who?

Ali did not participate:
so they threatened him with jail.
He protested, court by court.
He won without ever throwing a punch.

We all have issues,
they are big in our lives,
and
yet they are also small change,
because when we see the real devils in our midst
- the system itself,
the power system is the devil among us,
the bully is the anti-human in all of us -
we see that most human distress is
generated by bully social systems,
rather than by human or personal flaws

or predispositions
or genes
or sinfulness.

What is sinfulness other than
the vaguest label possible?

Self judgement is the bully within,
the cuckoo in the nest,
shame is the bully within,
guilt is the bully within,
pride is the bully within,
and yet, true remorse
and kindness
and compassion
and honesty
can throw that bully out!

Because we are vulnerable.

Trump was a born baby,
little Donald was vulnerable,
that baby boy was not a born bully - that he learned,
that he was taught.
This is not to excuse his behaviour,
it is to understand it,
to prevent it feeding back
into our lives.

And to any degree that it -
The Bully -
is within us,
in our unchecked assumptions,
in the values we have internalised,
in the forms the bully culture gives us
that we adopt,
in the  ways we bend to fit in,
in the ways we give up our honesty,
in the ways we seek escape,
the comfort
of numbness
and in our parades of self-righteousness,
to those degrees of infection,
we must turn our attention
and see them,
release them and then

stand free, alone and together,

without labels,

or even names.

Who am I?

Who, exactly?

Our love for nothing,
our love for being,
our love for each other
just because we are,
that love will quell those bullies
when we put it into action.

There is so much useful going on
away from the
Mefia-politico indoctrotainment
cycles

When the day comes
when nobody reads the newspapers,
when they get no clicks on their web pages,
when the trigger content is disarmed,
when theories give way to evidence,
when the only activity is their few
remaining
paid up hacks
liking their own content,
pretending they are more of them
than there really are. Bots.

Make that day happen.

Sooner rather than later.

Kindest regards

Corneilius

"Do what you love, it is your gift to universe."

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If we had been listening to the old, old peoples, we probably wouldn't be standing in this mess.






First People's

Axiom Poem


"If we had ever listened to   
the old, old peoples,
we would not be in this mess,
right now!"

I have been hearing the ancestors all my life,
heeding their call.

Others, born before me, and after,
have put me and kept me in this mess.
They call it civilisation.

Others, born before me, and after,
are doing their best to clean up this mess.
They call it living well.

"We are the forest, 
we are the rivers and the valleys, 
we are the weathered rocks, 
we are the trees, 
we are the roots and vines, 
the creatures are our neighbours, 
and we theirs.
living together, 
in a shared living space. 
we all nurture together. 
We are the food we eat. 
Knowing this, our intelligence, 
our sensitivity and 
our love is what makes us truly healthy human
in this place.."

We will tidy up the mess, if you let us.
We will help you heal, if you want to come home.
We will care for you, we will nurture you.
Oligarch, Pope, President or Prime Minister, Slave or Worker,
Your status not really matter,
Our intention is not sinister.

This is the generosity of ancient cultures,
Who have seen so much you do not know,
Calling to your heart and ears -

"Listen! We have much to show you,
and you have much laughter ahead,
when you heal the bully behaviour.
then you can safely rest your heart,
unworry your head.".

This is the generosity of ancient cultures,
Who have seen so much you do not know,
Calling to your heart and ears -

"Listen! We have much to show you,
and you have much growth and love ahead,
when you heal the bully behaviour.
then you can safely rest your heart, unworry your head"

whisper in their hearts :

"unhealthy behaviour is not a biological norm".

Now it is also a song...

  


Kindest regards

Corneilius

"Do what you love, it's Your Gift to Universe"

Thank you for reading this blog. All we need to do is be genuinely honest, responsive to the evidence we find, and ready to reassess when new evidence emerges. The rest is easier .

I wrote a Poem. About Neligent Fearage.


 Nigel Farage : he is part of the Power Establishment. He is an agent provocateur.
Negligent Fearage.





Farage forages for rage, fettling fearage, a foul farrago, frankly feral.

Murdoch Mediates Misery, Meticulously Mouthing Malice, Machiavelli.

Cameron comes on, Compassionate and Calculated Cruelty, Crafted.

Ian Duncan Smith is the Hammer, and Poverty the anvil.

With the Vulnerable in Between.

~

Anthony Charles Lynton Blair

Hilary Benn.
Angela Eagle.

Walking Eagles all three.

Iraq.

"That was in the past!" they say today.

And the Horror for  the Iraqi People Lives on!

Long Live the Post Trauma Distortions!
Long Live the Lies!

~

Back to the present predicament.

EUref!

Where's the referee?

Was Corbyn Silent?

He was not!

The Media silenced Corbyn.

He was clear.

"Remain to Reform" he said, calmly.

Paper View.

What the media opines as fact is false.
Corbyn is  Communist!
Corbyn is a Terrorist Sympathiser!
Lies are
so easy.

~


Pay per view. 

Poverty Porn, on the television - THAT had a budget!

The Independent Living Fund cut!

Free Nappies to provide Independence to the disabled,
instead of well paid, well trained supportive care,
 to maintain Independent Living?

The disabled fought back.

In wheel chairs and mobility scooters, on crutches, limping into parliament!


Who stands with them?

Who, then?

Who?

It has to be you.

It has to be me.

Not Corbyn alone.




Not that.

It has to be us.

All of us.

All hands on deck!

*  edit January 2021

*Mr Negligent Fearage, presents - taking back control by giving him your cash to invest.
Niggle Forage, fettling Fearage, grooming as a revenue stream





Kindest regards

Corneilius

"Do what you love, it's Your Gift to Universe"

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Birth, Love and Gaza - A SONG FOR THE CHILDREN OF PALESTINE AND ISRAEL




A SONG FOR THE CHILDREN OF PALESTINE AND ISRAEL

The push, the release
the squeeze, the belief
in letting go - we both
surrender to the next life
as in the new world
I arrive to the softness of
the strange dry air,
something unknown to me,
the pulse of my mothers heart
the thumping with which I have
for nine months lived
- all of my life thus far -
oh the relief of hearing that sound again
having been briefly, yet intensely
separated from that
fundamental pulse.

I gaze with all my body,
all my soul
and we catch each other,
before I reach to feed.
and oxytocin mediates the adrenaline
I am born, and we are clean, together...

My fathers deep voice rumbling in peace and joy,
amazement and bliss.

Being born is the art of the eternal welcome.
 Mind and body
one ingenuous zone of love,
head to toe I know
that my love of life,
this desire to nurture,
the qualities
we see
and feel in each other,
and we are recognised,
for these are the echoes,
these are the dreams
that are essential
above all else.

Nurture love,
tend the garden

Blessings are
these tears of love,
these peals of laughter
like a silken glove
held and yet unrestricted.

And then the flags, the tanks, and the shelling?

This tragedy is pathology,
the loving is all gone,
the culture says no breast-feeding in public,
it's more important
that you learn your Nations song!