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| Rome remonstration |
Rome remonstration Zolar 2 The tale of Uptown Suzy The Societies within me The Missing Link? |
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Early August - 1998 - Bern, Switzerland (an excerpt from the diaries of Brian Pearce Now it's half six and I sit in the Manora in Bern. MJ, Danny and Tina are on their way back to Antwerp and they should be north of Basle....into France by now. There is a strange conflict of identity within me as the social structure efforts of the past weeks led to the immense reward of a free excursion to Rome. Such an action was MJ's wish..and I knew this...alongside the unspoken expectation of good energy he sought to enjoy his holiday. At times, it seemed Tina didn't appreciate the beauty of MJ's gesture toward us on this holiday, until Thursday night exploded into bad tempers within the circle of Sylvano, MJ and Tina. The setting for the conflict was a square that, in ancient times, was the stage for Roman chariot races. Today, it is a place for terraces and hanging out. After feasting on Pizza and wine on a terrace restaurant in Tresatavori we promenaded, after midnight, past some of the architectural wonders of Rome. Then came the fracas as we seated ourselves on a terrace in the chariot square. It was a long wait, until Sylvano lost patience and asked the waiter for service. The waiter, a shade irritable after no doubt a long hot night's work, appeared to lack in politeness informing Sylvano the place had closed.Sylvano's Latin blood fired, and he argued with the waiter to the point of standing up and squaring up to him. This made MJ annoyed and he got up and left for the next terrace. The entourage followed, with Sylvano seeking to justify his anger to MJ, who was not in the least wanting to discuss it. A waiter on the next terrace moved a chair, probably accidentally, against Tina's leg. Sylvano, with an anti-waiter mood in full flow, rounded on this waiter. The waiter responded angrily back...and the argument was dispersed by the other waiters and manager. We had our drinks, but the half of the table that represented Danny, Raquel, the twins and I sat passively listening to Sylvano justifying his new source of anger, while MJ was urging him, with annoyance, to drop the whole thing. Tina, disturbed by the energy of the argument, sought to change the subject by asking MJ who were the minorities of Italy. MJ, exasperated by Sylvano, responded to Tina with a joke. Tina lacked the ability to appreciate this because she evidently wanted a serious, weighted answer. So her moody response to the joke was met ny an angered response from MJ. He complained about the difficulty of seeking to interpret so many languages since the holiday began. The message, basically, was that Sylvano's verbal diahorrea was enough without ' trying to think of how many Iranians there were in Italy.' In addition, he was at breaking point with Tina's constant down energy about 'this' or 'that.' Tina, always ready to take umbrage at MJ, naturally took umbrage at MJ and came to sit on the passive side of the table. She rebutted any conciliatory efforts by MJ, saying he was drunk and that it was pointless talking to him until the morning. The agitated entourage made to leave eventually. But as we were going the waiter was, naturally, waiting to re-convene his argument with Sylvano.......Sylvano was only too happy to oblige and very soon it was heated enough to threaten violence. Not understanding too much of what it was all about I stood close by Sylvano...alert for escalation of thuings. The waiters were busy restraining, or pulling away, the angry waiter. But neither party were willing to surrender the final word. Then, curiously, I had the sudden awareness of having my guitar on my back..and that if I was drawn into fracas it might get broken. It was the same instinct as the one I had when two muggers were about to make a violent move on me back in December,95 [Antwerp.] At that time it was a CS Gas attack. This time it was the waiter flinging a punch at Sylvano. The punch was hard, but more side...backhand...maybe more a slap. But Sylvano has a solid neck and head. He didn't even flinch. It could have been war, because a counter-attack by Sylvano or an interception by MJ, Danny or me may have meant the waiters would cease their neutrality and defend their own. Instead, it was Tina, like a tigress, throwing herself at the waiter and forcing him against a wall. The waiter was probably cowed by this, because his sense of macho confronting Sylvano's sense of macho had been neutralised....and he was faced by a tigress. Any attempt to injure her would probably bring everyone down on him. The whole thing was reduced to Sylvano and the waiter seeking the last word, but from a distance, as the waiters took full control of their over re-acting work mate. But Sylvano continued to want to go back and 'have it out' until MJ , in an explosion of anger he has never been led to, turned round and screamed, "Tu! TU!...ALTI..! " This drew people from all over the square to look curiously at this modern gladiatorial verbal duel. Sylvano argued back. He would probably have argued with himself if he stumbled across a mirror. MJ stormed back to his car... in open schism with Sylvano. Reaching his car MJ got in and locked the doors, saying, "I am letting NO ONE in here!" " I don't care who you let in the car," I exclaimed, " But you must not drive! You've drunk too much!" This sank in and he handed the keys to Danny, "See? Danny has the keys! I can not drive!" The conflicts represented by Sylvano and Tina took the other car back. Eventually, the passive adult contingent of Danny and I joined MJ in his car, and Raquel drove the car back to the appartment in the suburbs. Once there, MJ and Sylvano hugged and made their peace. MJ and I sat up in the kitchen into the early hours, imbibing beer and talking through the whole thing. "I want a holiday," complained MJ, "It is my wish to take both you and Tina down here to Rome. I don't ask for much! Only that people will be nice to me. But Tina..... I give her this, I give her that...but she gives nothing back." Sadly, that seems often true. The material energy offered by MJ has often been met by a negative stream of energy-almost inadvertently by Tina. She would say negative things about the trip, about excursions, about places and people in a way that deflates the energy of others.It must sound accusatory to MJ. I equally have annoyances regarding her. But things can remain neutral...or they can be healthily catalysed. Tina does this very well...healthy or otherwise. But the true reward for MJ, Tina and myself is the release of energy within the soul. |
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| Zolar 2 |
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| Belief
- Heaven - Zolar - Astral - The Wall Creativity 2 A new song is written in 1998, and as the journal analyses its textual message it drifts to a remarkable conclusion that could comprehensively explain our actions and unveil the reason why shared belief is so avidly sought. TO HEAR THE SONG DEMO OF "THE WALL": CLICK HERE Excerpt from Labyrinth Busker Journal (written over the period 1994-2000): 09/03/98 - Mon - Berne (Switzerland) - If a song doesn't take shape quickly, it usually follows the song isn't worth persevering with... because the end result will reflect the forced nature of the creation. All afternoon, I sought to shape "The Wall" with a chorus ready settled. But nothing else would bite. No chord sequence appealed. No melody stuck. In the end, I stuck to a simple idea (at least, so far) of transposing the chorus sequence for the verses with an ad-libbing melody seeking to highlight the cynicism of the song. Perhaps there is a background influence of the 'Doors', with maybe a little Dylan, in the method of vocal delivery. The words reflect the mundane existence of living without any intensity of emotional stimulation. From the highs and lows of passion to the level drabness of what might be considered as a sensible balance. With such a thing the mind takes over... and the soul (bored) goes to sleep. As people are growing increasingly isolated from each other in direct interaction within modern society (it is in the interests of commercial and media third parties that this should happen) they are left to seek artificial stimulation by plugging into other people's doings (local, national or worldwide). Thus they become impassioned with indignance, sorrow or joy through the media. For example: the results of your favourite football team matter more intensely. But through all of this artificial, non-interactive stimulation the underlying feature is helplessness to make any difference. Simply relief when someone says, or does, something we want - and frustration when someone says, or does, something we don't want. But when we feel love and ACTIVELY ride the roller coaster of experience, our lives take on a key significance. Each failed affair, however, makes the next one a little harder to believe. It doesn't mean you wouldn't try, but the cynic inside is less easily fooled. Gerhard told me, "We all have our systems for living." Most people discover a system that works within their lives. That is fine..... but dangerous and irresponsible to then insist their system is workable for all. Every situation has its own story. So whatever issue that comes to the fore (eg. divorce, abortion, corporal punishment, smoking, equality etc... etc) should be freely discussed, but if you find yourself too firmly entrenched in the 'right wing' or 'left wing' school of thought I would recommend a double check inside yourself..... ARE YOU HAVING AN ARTIFICIAL LOVE AFFAIR? HOW BIG IS THAT WALL INSIDE YOU? Moralistic zealots (social, political, religious) seek to convert the unenlightened.... WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT TO HAVE THE REST OF THE WORLD BELIEVING THE SAME AS YOU? Quite often, it is because there is personal or economic gain to be had, or the acquisition of increased power for your 'beloved' (your cause or belief). Sometimes, it is because of narrow existence. The desire could also arise through harrowing experience, in which case the 'beloved' acts as a defensive wall. But the aim of a Christian zealot (example) would assumedly be to turn the world Christian. Does he believe (truly) the world will be saved should this aim come to pass? Virtually everyone in Northern Ireland is Christian. WHY THIS PRESSING URGENCY TO HAVE EVERYONE BELIEVE MORALISTICALLY THE SAME AS YOU? In the esoteric 'world' of Zolar it was claimed that the Astral plane contained several layers (levels) - and that souls, after death, will eventually ascend to the level where their beliefs become true. What they expected to see is what they see (in essence). Thus, there is a Heaven for Christians, another for Muslims, another for Jews... and a Heaven for each different variant (Catholic, Shia, etc.) As for beliefs that are given little credence these days (eg. Roman Gods, Valhalla, Mithras, etc)... these Heavens are now very much depopulated. Almost no one believes in them anymore. IF SUCH AS THIS IS TRUE, THEN IT WOULD MOTIVATE SOULS CONSIDERABLY TO ENSURE THEIR RELIGION OR BELIEF IS NOT DESERTED. If the self conscious were perfect there would be no need of religion or social, political morals.... because, being perfect, everything we do will be perfectly correct. But we're not perfect. So we need our systems and beliefs to guide us. But, without love (and its by-product emotions), we would not even need a personal code of moral behaviour. We wouldn't care about anyone, or anything, other than ourselves. In a sense, we would be perfect..... because we would do everything predictably, including 'becoming extinct' after 'Adam and Eve' died. The imperfection that sees humans prosper is love, with all its unpredictable 'emotional side-effects'... positive or negative. Even 'Hate' can be beneficial. People had to hate the idea of slavery to be motivated toward abolishing it. And there is the answer.... It is 'Love', or its side effects, that demands a pressing urgency to have everyone believe moralistically the same as you. |
Rome remonstration Zolar 2 The tale of Uptown Suzy The Societies within me The Missing Link? |
| The Tale of Uptown Suzy |
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THE CACHE OF '95
The tale of Uptown Suzy Early June, 1995 - Antwerp - When I got back to England (from Ireland) I had to get
up to London 3 times before I could get my passport... and
then, only a temporary one because they said they had to do checks
(which took about 3 weeks). So, as I said I needed one urgently they
gave me a 6 month passport (a full one)... but to get the remaining
nine and a half years I would have to take it to the Consul in Antwerp.
I earmarked November for doing that. When I called at her place, she
wasn't there. I tried a little later... she wasn't there. Who was there? Yes, Bennie. The
three
of us sat uncomfortably in her room. Bennie and I talked a little. Char
sat on her chair like a queen; a sort of arrogant pose. Bennie was a
friend of mine, but I resented his presence. I wanted to talk with Char
alone. Once awake, I got up and
downstairs
for coffee... "Hi Jena".... and all that... When I'd come back from England
it
was Monday morning, after overnight travel. I took my time settling
back into Antwerp. It was not until the early evening of the next day
that I finally went into town to call on Char. No answer. |
Rome remonstration Zolar 2 The tale of Uptown Suzy The Societies within me The Missing Link? |
| The Societies
Within Me |
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THE SOCIETIES
WITHIN ME It is 1999 - and the journal
responds
to two different inputs ( from a friend, and from a news article in the
Guardian on 01/11/1999 - Antwerp, Belgium -
.....It is curious that Evi and Gill have
both outlined to
me their personal perception of Antigone seems to be absent
from the
'Mythic Tarot' book, and this surprises me... because Antigone doesn't
seem Iran became a place where
(after the
overthrow of the Shah and coming to power of Ayatollah Khomeni) laws
were the Today, I read a news column
that
claimed that Iranian students are facing a possible death penalty for
participating in a Antigone chose to openly defy
the
'White sheep' laws of her country - and her death brought strong
repercussions. A law that seemed right and
just
suddenly becomes illustrated as wrong, because it can not adapt itself
to every situation or 'Black sheep' can be moral,
immoral
or amoral; they can be open, or locked into belief. They cause Society
to become 'Black sheep' should be free to
express themselves - and people should be free to view the expression.
But for all of Dogmatic administration always leads to stagnation. But this whole monologue is
like
opening a door and seeing more than can be possibly summarised. I tried
to philosophise So if swimming is possible?
Then
exploration is possible... in whatever direction I choose... and taking
any alternative because
I, myself, am made up (on inner and outer levels) of White
Sheep and Black sheep impulses and viewpoints. In myself, there are
whole societies where
White Sheep and Black Sheep interaction has led to dogmatic or liberal
nations. Nations where
oppression and free expression are in place.
ALL of
this is inside me.
When I
interact with another person, I am interacting with someone who has
their own inner and
outer societies. Their nations, or societies, will have reached
differing evolutions from my nations,
or societies.
But
the other person and I meet... and the way we respond to each other is
via the universe of inner
nations within our independent bodies. The oppression and free
expression of all these nations
will formulate my psyche, and the psyche of the other person.
A full
analysis of two people meeting is impossible to completely undertake,
because it would require
an analysis of each and every inner and outer society in both our
bodies and minds. We would
probably find this same complexity facing us if we were to attempt to
analyse just one of
these inner societies.
Maybe
I may even find myself inhabiting a place called Earth... and writing
this.
There
I am... looking out at the Universe and wondering about it, only to be
looking at something
that is actually inside me. Imagine it:
We are
all inside each other, looking at a Universe that is ourselves, other
people, other forms...
and what is outside is inside... and either journey is eternal, whether
we look inside or outside.
Perhaps
a little thing I concocted yesterday may give an idea of my line of
thought concerning two
people meeting, and the result:
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Rome remonstration Zolar 2 The tale of Uptown Suzy The Societies within me The Missing Link? |
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Jim meets Jane and thinks:
"IS LOVE
SIMPLY
LONGINGS
AND
REMEMBERED
TEARS
MELTING
AS
IRON"
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Jane meets Jim and thinks:
"WHERE GOES
OUR
LOST
DREAMS
IN
OUR
HEART'S
FORGING
SHAPE"
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| Two
musing thoughts. One from Jim. One from Jane.... but each word in each
sentence represents an association with bacterial societies within Jim
and Jane. These societies have their own needs and priorities and,
quite possibly, morality. So let's take a quantum leap and analyse each
word in each sentence and allocate it to bacterial or genetic nations
within Jim and Jane, as a measure of aspiration: |
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The
triggered inner nations of Jim:
IS (a nation sure of its identity) LOVE (a nation that cares)
SIMPLY (a nation that wants easy answers
and non-complexity)
LONGINGS (a nation that sees opportunity
as paramount)
AND (a nation seeking unity)
REMEMBERED (a nation feeling contrition)
TEARS (the nation that suffered from
the
contritious nation)
MELTING (a nation blending with another)
AS (a nation keen to emulate or imitate
other cultures)
IRON (a nation under dictatorial
rule).
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The triggered inner nations of Jane:
WHERE - a nation seeking direction GOES - a nation taking a chosen path
OUR - a nation asserting possession
LOST - a nation defeated
DREAMS - a nation with unrealistic
ambitions
IN - an ethnic nation within a
larger nation
OUR - a nation asserting possession
HEART'S - a nation with clear purpose
FORGING - a nation under construction
SHAPE - a nation questioning its construction
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The converged
thoughts of Jim and Jane emerge thus:
"Is where love goes simply our longings lost and dreams remembered in tears our melting hearts, as forging iron, shape?" |
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I
leave it to you to pick out what is being said, but with two people
meeting and facing a prospect
of interaction? Or during the process of interaction?
The
two people will project individual questions like these constantly and
both individual questions
will constantly merge into a joint question - and all at a rapid pace,
faster than the conscious
mind can absorb.
There
is a second or so to analyse both questions - and the jointly conceived
new question.
Nor is
the new question only a question. It has suggestion.
Imagine!
Every second the two people interact (whether they speak, or not) there
is a question from
each, moulding together into a new question with elements of suggestion.
EACH
WORD IS A NATION, implying the aspiration (or concentration) of that
nation's populace.
This not only makes it utterly impossible to fully know another person, it also makes it utterly impossible to know yourself. We are a compendium of the nations inside us and the nations inside us are ever changing. |
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| The Missing Link |
Rome remonstration Zolar 2 The tale of Uptown Suzy The Societies within me The Missing Link? |
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THE MISSING LINK? A tv documentary looked at
recent
breakthroughs in epigenetic research. The mystery was: What switched a
gene on or off and why? "Humans" invade
Earth
from Veritas, a broken fragment from their former world.
These microbes would be able to survive at extremely
slow
local time conditions (temperature) and would thrive and replicate at a
faster local time condition (38 degreesC ). Given time, they will
displace or dominate the microbe culture within many species and
ultimately control the information and formation within sperm and egg.
Not all members of the species indigenous to this planet would have
succumbed to the microbe invasion borne by the cosmic dust, but the
eventual product of the asteroid 'invasion' would include our human
ancestors. * Chronicles of the World - Longmans |
