Wednesday, March 27
Wednesday, March 20
Wednesday, March 13
This whole catholic pope thing has been going on for days on end. Who cares? The next pope will be the next pope, an other clown with a costume on.
And the Cardinals are voting and choking - and black smoke evaporates out of the Vatican as a signal that no decisive decision has been made. When there is white smoke, it will be a done deal. Hallelujah!
I find it rather disturbing how so many people are still hooked on organized religion and their accompanied rituals. It is bizarre, we do not live in the Middle-Ages anymore.
But as a German singer-songwriter once wrote: "Immer noch werden Hexen verbrannt, auf den Scheiten der Ideologie..." (and still the witches are burnt, on the flaming ashes of our own ideology).
The catholic church is one of the most cruel institutions I know of, because it exploits human innocence while keeping all real knowledge to itself. The spiritual growth of a given individuality is completely ignored. It is the shepherd to to the heard speaking. It was always like that with this church. "I as priest, bring you the (holy) spirit, you my folks have no spirit, merely a soul ( and therefore excludes divinity). What a bunch of crap and elitist talk.
Every human being has the right to gain knowledge, physically, emotionally and spiritually. One does not need a Pope or a church to attain such a task.
So to heck with the new pope, whoever it might be. He will not be able to change the attitude of humans towards spirituality. Amen!
Friday, March 1
Friday, February 8
Some soft spoken Hippie group, Crosby Stills and Nash coined that phrase: "And I feel, like I have been there before - and you know, it makes me wonder, what's going on... " .
Where have you been?
Hiding like a fox underneath
some roots for the winter slumber?
There is nothing what I have seen
this story is not about a fairy tale
that of course is understood.
The human heart pounds away
every second, every day
and I almost said - we look away
to neglect the beauty and warmth.
What a shame, there are so many
opportunities - to come to fame,
and a voyage in harmony on this train,
is a beginning if any.
Thursday, February 7
Tuesday, February 5
In the western hemispheres you would call this practice going to the "booth" - in particular the Catholic church. You go to the "booth" and all your sins are forgiven, at least until next Sunday, when the priest fondles your dick again before listening to your sigh.
Yes, I am afraid of the future of man - or - womankind as long as there are practices alive denouncing human liberty and equality, and continue with some kind of witch-hunt of the sinner, a dogma deep embedded in the morality of our societies and particular in organized religions.
Of course the pollution of the rivers in India will flow down stream. But it is not until the moment that the shit lands in your lap that we can await further success. Then there will be no booth to forgive, nor a river to wash away your wrongdoings.
I am very afraid that people do not wake up until "the shit hits the fan" - but since I am cynical-optimistic, I think that is exactly what will happen. I stand in awe and wait.
Saturday, February 2
So I was in town again this afternoon to eat a bite. But all the kitchens except for MacDonald's were closed. That is Neuchatel (that Kanton) for you. So in my frustration I bought a small primrose-flower with a matching flowerpot.
PS. big trees still grow in New Zealand - there where the Brits did not managed to cut them all down making space for the meadows to their bloody grazing cheeps. What useful things did the Brits give us anyway besides being a lousy colonial power? Chutney, Cheddar and Whisky, ah, and the Scottish are better with that stuff anyway, never converted to Brittendom anyway...
So there is very little left. Oh I forgot, they gave us Adam Smith, the philosopher of modern darwinistic capitalism. Maybe they outtricked the Spanish Armada once, but that was a very long time ago. Ah yes, they also brought us tea and spices from India, but also that was a long time ago and Ghandi with his method put a definite end to this relationship of robbery, colonialism and slavery. There is really not much left, is there. Even Rolce Royce and Bentley are not in British hands anymore. Wow, you could almost have pity with them.
I haven't posted anything for a long while - and nothing really substantial in the recent past except for the human shit and tragedies you know all about already. My mind has kind of come to a standstill with human stupidity. There is so much nonsense and pain human mammals inflict onto each other, it is almost unbelievable if it wasn't for real. I come to believe that humans are the most stupid creatures on this earth/globe. I mean look at it, they kill for religious beliefs, money, survival and social status. It is absolutely ridicules. No squirrel in the woods or a cow on the meadow would act like that.
Do you get my point - we are the stupidest animal on this earth because we haven't learned to use our freedom to become a spiritual being which traverses unprotected and naked towards unity of being - freedom is the idiom of new consciousness here... but we are to lame to catch it.
So no, instead we act like stubborn beasts -- an just let it all slide by.
This post is mostly for Nova because she called me elusive and I could not let that sit on my non hairy chest.
be good, be strong and miraculously wise and intuitive - Lukas
P.S. Sorry that I can not produce gibberish nonsense for you all anymore
PPPPPPS - I do take seldom photographs these days - I mostly paint and I start an Art-therapy training - that will be interesting. We will see how long I can stand to shut my mouth. But I need the paper - so I better shut up for real and wear a wet towel around my head and take notes with my eight dollar newly acquainted real ink fountain pen.
Don't you love it when it just glides and you do not have to type? Maybe I am old fashioned.
Thursday, December 13
Condemning North Korea for shooting a rocket into space is laughable. Those who hold the known sole imperialistic means to shoot satellites into orbit are angry. Why? What is the real threat?
The threat is that humanity and it's culture is deteriorating - people are obsessed by power and selfishness - hence the crisis in the finance market presently spreading around the globe is eminent, nonreversible.
Syria is an outer example what goes on in the inner works of many human souls. An indescribable despair to find a new road, perhaps even a new horizon.
But it seems like all "the old" has to be first destroyed before the "new" can arise, sad story I know, but I believe it is so.
Humans are in some ways much more stupider than monkeys - the latter at least had group-sex to ease the tension before a settlement of an argument.
Perhaps we still can learn from the apes.
Sunday, December 9
I post this last part of an CNN article here, because I find it to have a genuine conclusion. The Maya calendar stops at 21.12.2012 - hence the hysteria of some of our earth-dwellers to believe that earth-life will come to an end as we know it. Well, so far we are doing our best to make this happen - unfortunately. Has nothing to do with some ancient calendar though!
Just a few years before the rot set in, Maya painters at the site of Bonampak, a small city in Chiapas, Mexico, covered the walls of a small three-room palace with extraordinary murals.
They painted more individuals -- men, mainly, but women and children, too -- than had been rendered before, numbering more than 250. They deployed more fancy pigments than had been used before, more than would ever be used again in ancient Mexico, some 47 vibrant blues, reds and yellows. The paintings reveal the social layers of courtiers and lords, musicians and dwarves, victims and their blade-wielding sacrificers. Musicians, singers and performers lined up to perform on plazas and pyramids.
None of these activities or materials was new, but what was new was the rapidly crumbling world around the Bonampak painters.
No one could change -- the paintings seem to tell us. The Maya ignored the crisis in front of them, instead dancing with great panaches of precious quetzal feathers on pyramids, as if the present would forever hold.
Now in the 21st century, perhaps we have also reached a precipice. Global warming is not just fearful thinking -- it's real. Weeks after Superstorm Sandy, scientists are now predicting the near-term and long-term effects of global warming as more dire that previously thought.
Some, perhaps like our Maya predecessors, would rather not see the writing on the walls of our flooded cities. The crises pile up in front of us, one after another, and we ignore them at our peril. Acknowledging and doing something about the problems in front of us seems hard. Give us more feathers. Build more walls. Stockpile canned goods and buy a generator.
As for December 21, rest easy. This day will pass as if it were nothing more than the Maya Y2K, the nonevent of the decade. We'll wake up on December 22, and the world will still be here.
And so will our pressing environmental challenges.
We need to make some hard decisions and resolve that we will confront our own brewing apocalypse before it's too late.
Thursday, November 8
Friday, November 2
That works out to about $20 per vote.The money comes from a variety of sources: from the candidates' own fund raising, to money collected by groups called Super PACs.Super PACs cannot work directly with the Barack Obama and Mitt Romney campaigns, but they spend millions on TV ads hoping to influence the electorate.
Thursday, November 1
This is surprising and disturbing because a president's picks for the federal judiciary are one of the most long-lasting legacies of any presidency. There is a sharp contrast between the types of individuals that Barack Obama and Mitt Romney would place on the Supreme Court and the lower federal courts, yet neither is saying much about it; perhaps it is hurricane Sandy's fault.
Romney's choices would definitely bring us back to the Stone Ages, or at least to the 19th century where the then so called Mormon leader declared that Christ was an US citizen, an American. I mean, give me a break!
Hence on forward, I will encourage all US citizens, native or not, to vote for Obama - not so much for Obama's sake, but for the sake of our children who will have to live with Supreme Court rulings for decades to come.
Sorry, I am a bit crude (as usual about faith based outer materialistic religions) - so I need to add this from Wikipedia to dampen the image I described, this is Romney:
Tuesday, October 30
A couple of years ago I was visiting Manhattan, the lower East-Side, the place that now has no electricity - and even then I noticed how fragile the situation was, the Metro-Subway stopped at Gramercy-Park, my station, but did not continue towards Staten Island, because the rail tracks were flooded. And there was no storm then, just winter weather, nothing unusual.
What do we learn from Sandy, actually ALEXANDRA (SANDRA) or CASSANDRA, the first protects human beings, the second one "entangles" men, because Apollo spelled a curse on her.
Well, the curse can be lifted - and the protection can be granted, as long as humans in the USA understand that investing resources into their own infrastructure, roads, bridges, waterways, manufacturing jobs, etc... will give a new generation the head start to live a life of plenty and peace. Forget the Middle East, South Korea, Germany and all the other Military Bases around the Globe. it is a waste of money and focus whereby the homeland of the USA suffers. I hope this storm is a wake-up call.
Truthfully, coinciding with this, the upcoming election in the US excites me very little. Whoever gets voted in, it will make no much difference. Capitalism will plow it's corse way down main street until it (or we) will loose our breath.
Until then: How many "Sandy's", "Katrina's" and other hurricanes do we actually need to finally wake up and make mens with those things that we already have in our homeland and make good on the promise to preserve them.
Friday, October 26
Not sure if I ever posted this before, with x100dreds of post you loose track even though the distinct remain in memory, almost as visible as written on blank paper.
I picked this tape up on a grand ferry from Ireland to France, just out of the blue, impulsive I guess, because I was tired to listen to the Clash "London calling" debut album. All this might have been in the beginning 1980‘s or so... The album was called "Last station" or "train station", driving pop music from a former kosher celtic traditional musician.
I arrived in Calais with that ferry, and lo and behold, two hitchhiker-girls were being picked up. My destination was Geneva, then cross Switzerland and land at my homestead in the region of Basel. They had other plans, Mediterranean somewhere. I was young and stupid and was lured south towards the coastline while the music of Brady was resounding on my well kept audiosystem in this mouse grey BMW (do not even have four wheels these days).
As it turned out, I drove miles on end to place a young lesbian couple to be near the seashore, and when I glanced at their sensual foreplay at the beach where they were tumbling around and about naked, they signaled a clear sign of: "Back off". So I split, slept on the beach somewhere's until a police woke me up at dawn. Had a coffee at midtown where a persistent gypsy tried to tell me about all my by bad fortunes - and on top of it wanted to get payed. I shooed her off and went my way homeward. All along withe the music of Paul Bradly.
Tuesday, October 23
Lebanon is like the liver of the Middle-East. It tries to filter and clean what the "body can not tolerate". Talked to a friend in Beirut the other day. Her brief but positive urgency said it all: Do not handle matches if you are not prepared to control a fire. I mean, that is not exactly what she said, but that was the unwritten message between the lines.
From the Phoenician past to the fragile present, Lebanon radiates a magnetic aura.
Sunday, October 14
Friday, October 12
I am not sure I understand this.
You win a price for your achievements or the effort to promote peace. Nobel, the Norwegian industrialist and weapon maker thought this up.
But why EU? It is not a person, it is not even a country -
Who will have the honor to receive the price, me? Oh, I forgot, I am not an EU member, so count me out.
Friday, May 18
I do not aspire to be a prophet, nor am I some kind of reincarnate initiate. Far from it, I am a simple man, a man on this earth who shoulders all sufferings, all stupidity, all violence - and sometimes the good moments ... when they come along, by grace.
And as I watch the beastly theater on this globe, I keep thinking two things:
Why can't I do better and give more support where it is needed - and why has it all gone so awry?
Lamed, like a "Wall-Street" demonstrator, I sit here clueless and succumb to this notion: Kiss my ass! Not very helpful either.
The world has become a bizarre playing-ground for the people with money, and hence power - therefore political power. Unfortunately money and politics are intertwined. It should not be so, but it is so for the time being.
I have no immediate solution, just like these "Wall-Street occupiers" protesting against bestiality within society - but I do know, now being in the middle of Europe (Switzerland) and observing all this first hand, that the future will be decentralization, away from the Euro, away from power-politics. Greece, the cradle of Democracy is a good example. They are dancing with their ship on the thread of an abyss. Odysseys, were he still alive, would have said: Tie yourself to the mast and plug your ears, otherwise you will not survive the Sirens.
Well, he did survive - and so do we.
The Sirens of nowadays are Bankers and Politicians, plug your ears, ignore them, they are all foul. Instead do something that creates prominence in your local community, may it be with the means of agriculture or through art.
Best, Lukas (akka Zee)
P.S. I just happened to like Hamilton for what he did in imagery - kind of special
Sunday, April 22
In the process we are being dehumanized, forced or persuaded to buy the latest gadget, the latest prank. It is truly amazing how peoples desire for an "upgrade" motivates their daily existence. The best, the fastest, the coolest.
In this kind of world of technical progress we as humans seem to digress. No longer is the computer a tool for research, and then the iPhone replaces the void of being next to another and we are playing cryptic games when there is no music. We have become so dissociated, it is not funny anymore.
My "upgrade" is therefore a downgrade. The carrot in front of the donkey might be tempting, but I am neither a donkey nor a mule, and I refuse to go for it any longer.
Tuesday, April 10
was offensichtlich ist und in Planspielen
geübt wurde, an deren Ende als Überlebende
wir allenfalls Fußnoten sind.
der das von einem Maulhelden unterjochte
und zum organisierten Jubel gelenkte
iranische Volk auslöschen könnte,
weil in dessen Machtbereich der Bau
einer Atombombe vermutet wird.
jenes andere Land beim Namen zu nennen,
in dem seit Jahren - wenn auch geheimgehalten -
ein wachsend nukleares Potential verfügbar
aber außer Kontrolle, weil keiner Prüfung
dem sich mein Schweigen untergeordnet hat,
empfinde ich als belastende Lüge
und Zwang, der Strafe in Aussicht stellt,
sobald er missachtet wird;
das Verdikt "Antisemitismus" ist geläufig.
das von ureigenen Verbrechen,
die ohne Vergleich sind,
Mal um Mal eingeholt und zur Rede gestellt wird,
wiederum und rein geschäftsmäßig, wenn auch
mit flinker Lippe als Wiedergutmachung deklariert,
ein weiteres U-Boot nach Israel
geliefert werden soll, dessen Spezialität
darin besteht, allesvernichtende Sprengköpfe
dorthin lenken zu können, wo die Existenz
einer einzigen Atombombe unbewiesen ist,
doch als Befürchtung von Beweiskraft sein will,
sage ich, was gesagt werden muss.
Weil ich meinte, meine Herkunft,
die von nie zu tilgendem Makel behaftet ist,
verbiete, diese Tatsache als ausgesprochene Wahrheit
dem Land Israel, dem ich verbunden bin
und bleiben will, zuzumuten.
gealtert und mit letzter Tinte:
Die Atommacht Israel gefährdet
den ohnehin brüchigen Weltfrieden?
Weil gesagt werden muss,
was schon morgen zu spät sein könnte;
auch weil wir - als Deutsche belastet genug -
Zulieferer eines Verbrechens werden könnten,
das voraussehbar ist, weshalb unsere Mitschuld
durch keine der üblichen Ausreden
zu tilgen wäre.
weil ich der Heuchelei des Westens
überdrüssig bin; zudem ist zu hoffen,
es mögen sich viele vom Schweigen befreien,
den Verursacher der erkennbaren Gefahr
zum Verzicht auf Gewalt auffordern und
gleichfalls darauf bestehen,
dass eine unbehinderte und permanente Kontrolle
des israelischen atomaren Potentials
und der iranischen Atomanlagen
durch eine internationale Instanz
von den Regierungen beider Länder zugelassen wird.
mehr noch, allen Menschen, die in dieser
vom Wahn okkupierten Region
dicht bei dicht verfeindet leben
und letztlich auch uns zu helfen."
Monday, April 9
Instead they should focus on achievements, report about the betterments of society. That I would find exciting!
But no, we hear about Syria on and on, we hear about the latest traffic accidents, we hear about floods and other disasters, we read about financial concerns, hyped by banks and global companies. Then we follow sports news, thereafter the weather-forecast.
My adrenaline for this shit is used up. It is an all in one brainwash factory. Though I must admit, my own habits and curiosity still prevail, and I check into the news-channels every day, but I get a lingering feeling of self-disgust.
What the world needs is not bad news, but good news! You can not make anything better when you continuously spread the message of destruction and decay - that is in esoteric terms: Black Magic.
Instead the news should concentrate on stories like how one neighbor helped an other in need, how one instrumental achievement was made in technology, perpetuating the safety of our planet, how a child looked at a flower and found the sun in her eyes.
By all means, I am not a flower-child myself or a "hippie". Still, at least some concentration on the good in this world could propel an other atmosphere of togetherness amongst people.
The Press and News destroy all this ... every day.
Hail to an area when News become human again and not the mouthpiece of cooperate and national interests who's intent is to brain-wash - and create unsolicited fear.
Until then, I will consciously refuse to have negative or bad news enter my soul.
Sunday, April 8
It was hilarious, people were stuffing their carts and baskets as if the end of time had come, a catastrophe around the corner, a disaster around the bend. Actually it made me almost puke, at least I lost my appetite.
I guess I have to admit, I also often bye "extra things" I hadn't planed to purchase. Because of the surrounding atmosphere of panic and greed, I stuck to my original plan: Colors for eggs, nothing else.
Finally I found the section where they have that stuff.
The intention of this story is - that sometimes less is more, that a gesture that comes with well intent can build a bridge. The rush and greed of consumerism is just a "cheap" compensation of that what actually should flow from heart to heart. In that sense I try to make a difference, but not in all times I succeed. But I will keep trying, and so may you my friend.
Wednesday, March 21
John Henry Browne said there was "no forensic evidence" against Staff Sgt Robert Bales and "no confession".
Sunday, March 18
This Coptic Pope who just died in Egypt , Shenandua I believe was his name -
banned members of his congregation from visiting Christian sites in Israel, stating that Christians should only go to Jerusalem hand in hand with Muslims once the conflict between Israel and Arab states was resolved.
That is a stance I haven't heard before!
Saturday, March 17
Of course there are white witches and wizards who belong to the cast that is above average grey. That is not what I am talking about. Those are cool. I am talking about food.
There has been a study out there the other day, that hepatitis-B is more common amongst people who eat white rice only (to their meal). And that is a majority of people in Asia and in the USA, maybe in other places as well, I don't know.
White should be out-banned in foods in general, except for the occasional exception.
1. Refined white sugar
2. Refined white salt
3. Refined white rice
4. Refined white flower
So, if we sometimes are so gracious to ship bags of rice to African nations who are starving - remember this phrase: White kills white AND also black!
I guess that is a statement that enters the non-food section.
All I wish to say is, "refining" (whitening) foods don't make them better.
Time to go back to the actual harvest, the crop that nature intended to offer.
Sunday, March 11
Saturday, March 10
Then look at his eyes, narrow, close together, a susceptible sign of zero tolerance. His lower ear-lobes are not free but connected to the skin of the upper cheek. A sign of self-indulgence and self-righteousness.
I could go on forever. And even with the possibility of a death-squad knocking at my door, I will remain honest and tell the world that this guy is evil, always was, always will be. I mean, look at this picture - is this not pitiful?
I do not know what fate brought him to the "throne of Syria", little do I know what is happening there in the present. One thing I do know, this idiot has to go.
Sorry Assad, but you really look like the fool on the hill.
Irrelevant. The pretentious whore turned out to be a filthy, hairy male prostitute, not that she or he was of any interests to me, but I stayed curious. 12:30 in the afternoon, she came back from a smoke outside, and then it (he/she) raised it's arms, revealed a super hairy belly, it almost made me puke at the restaurant in this train station. Transvestites are not my primary choice.And then there was this old papa, sitting there every-time when I wait for my train connection after I have went shopping. He is absolutely "out of it", derailed, talks sweet nonsense to everyone, starts singing songs at times randomly, well known tunes, with a passion.
Then I observed a father and a child. They were kind to each other. Very refreshing. I wondered how the mother of this child looks like and where she was hiding, or working?
I know one thing now, perfection is not a pursuit of riches and money which we seek. Instead somehow your blessed palm will capture a sparkle that dropped from the sky. And it sparkled long enough for you to get inspired indefinitely.
That is linear, and this non-linear complexity supported by Einstein's theory of self-persecution, e2-what? You forgot the formula? Perhaps you are an artist! It never mattered anyway - Einstein was a freak, and he never made a secret of it. He was able to compose passion and still keep his posture. And sort of left-handed he jerked out the theorem of relativity. Pretty brilliant move. Do I adore him? Absolutely.
(All imagery is mine of course, soundtrack is stolen from the Web, it happened to be from Whithesnake - cheers!)
Friday, March 9
I am not advertising Hoffman La Roche's "miracle cure" here, and I am definitely not giving you a green light to try LSD. That drug is not a trip, it is a voyage. And if you do not have a good coach (or several) - taking this substance might turn out to be disastrous to your health and well being - and, you might experience permanent damage.
So said, I have to be honest, I did try it once myself, in 1981. The journey was spectacular and I found myself crossing borders and opening doors I had never touched before. All inner energy was absolutely focused, you were able to shatter a brick-wall with the blink of your eye, no kidding. And you perceived the future about three seconds before it happened.
Would I do it again? NO! Once was enough. I do not want to spoil the treat. It can not be redone.
So what do I do now? I silently moved up to the top of the list, namely alcohol, and I hate it! And I am getting rid of it as I speak ... even with help - not my usual style, but I accept!
What is missing on this chart is mescaline, that cactus derived thing. Or maybe I just oversaw it. Never would try it anyway.
One of the more stupid songs of Lennon comes to mind here:
"All you need is love, tatahdadadah". Drug of the future? Maybe.
Thursday, March 8
I am kind of discombobulated, because the friend who originally invited me to Switzerland to work here, said that all my writings are worth shit, garbage, no purpose. His Zen mastery elevated him to an other plain I guess. You know, give him grief to be able to learn more about Zen, perhaps that will suffice, first suffering, then clarification. You can climb a mountain barefoot, but you can not walk a mountain ridge without shoes.
Snow calms my valleys, but spring will melt the ice.
You all be well.