Poppycock

Ben from HPANWO has written an article speaking up about War Remembrance ceremonies, if you haven't already seen it - commemoration of blood sacrifice has been going on for far too long

http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/remembrance-poppies.html

Mo-Men-tus History

Don't ask me why but I got to wondering the other day if Hitler would have had the same impact without his moustache.

If you were drawing a picture of him, & I must admit I don't know why you would, it would be the most significant, dare I say symbolic feature on his face.



I guess this article comes from some personal observation. There is a mustachioed person I know, alright I'll admit it's a man, who at times I find intimidating & I have wondered just how much the effect would be reduced, without the 'mo'.

I feel there may be more to the moustache than meets the eye, especially as I cast my eye back over recent history. The last hundred years or so have seen a dazzling array of be-whiskered head honchos. Picking my may through the Internet I find I am not the only one to notice:

"In my short experience, and short research, one thing has become evident: the 20th century displayed many a dictator sporting a certain kind of facial hair…the moustache! While they vary in types, from a curt and almost square Hitler, to a cheeky and vibrant Saddam, each of the following show style and a distinctive flair with their moustaches, often contributing to their image as an icon."

I have shamelessly appropriated the pic below, from this site so here is a link if you like to browse.
http://drupeau.blogspot.com/2004/10/famous-moustaches-part-1-moustache-of.html


In case you're not familiar with any of the moustaches & the faces they wear - here's a quick run through - Franco, Charles de Gaulle, Gandhi, Stalin, Hitler, Nasser, Einstein & Saddam Hussein.

Having recently written about Kemal Ataturk, I cannot leave him out of this article, although he did not always sport a moustache, the above image is imposing enough methinks, to have spurred on his rise to power.


From another site doing the Top 10 of Moustaches we find "Otto von Bismarck. I guess you could go with Chaplin or Dali or Zappa here, but while those guys were probably all assholes, the #1 moustache should go to an asshole who made war." - ok so he didn't quite make it to the 20th Century but something that invasive cannot be ignored.

So here we have is an imposing collection of men who made a huge impact on the distribution of power in the modern world.

Further bristling impact has been made via the movie industry. For starters we have the forerunner to Hitler's famous moustache
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"Charles Spencer Chaplin (can't help but think of Princess Diana with a name like that) is considered one of the most important stars of the early days in Hollywood." Interesting that the birth of the mind-programming industry is ushered in with what will become one of the most feared symbols of the 20th Century.
From Wiki: "This moustache is most famous for having been worn by German dictator Adolph Hitler, although it was already well-recognised due to movie star Charlie Chaplin wearing it as part of his iconic Little Tramp costume. Chaplin did not wear the moustache in daily life. In a 1933 interview, Chaplin said he added the moustache to his costume because it had a comical appearance and was small enough so as not to hide his expression. Chaplin took advantage of the noted similarity between his on-screen appearance and that of Adolf Hitler in his 1940 film The Great Dictator, where he again wore the moustache as part of two new characters that parodied Hitler" - Reality imitates art & then art imitates reality or IS that art & IS there really any difference?

The name Chaplin means chaplain or clergyman. This clergyman wore his 'dog collar' on his upper lip as helped usher the movie industry into it's present idolatrous position. If you doubt his effect on the world check out the website below. There's a couple of mustachioed big names lurking in there too.

http://images.google.co.nz/imgres?imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEuSTaiw4VwEuoTncqFYEZlHbJ5mVuHcZ9RgiPCP5crwDQ7hICPZ8UNjvIdUSlMUED4K4sglQ0HuFeRi8gjzu5ULf7ItVmhNqSbQiK80vj25qKIP92qgbq8k9x0ELB0dleFtMlgsFQhg/s760/charlie11.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.chaplinstamps.blogspot.com/&h=533&w=503&sz=99&hl=en&start=2&um=1&usg=__dWFZRw7zJaetsRdvd678jvbkL1Y=&tbnid=YUa_uLCY0BS_cM:&tbnh=132&tbnw=125&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcharlie%2Bchaplin%2Bspencer%2Blady%2Bdiana%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN

Other actors with textured upper lips followed in the wake of Chaplin. Lip smacking romantic heroes appeared for the ladies - never underestimate the power of romance as a control mechanism for the female of the species.





As the decades advanced, a more manly romantic hero came to prominence







Interestingly there never seems to be many mustachioed 'hunks' around at any one time - admittedly the majority of the male population does not sport the necessary sub-nasal shrubbery, but still I wonder if perhaps one (at at time) is enough 'to rule them all.'



Turning to art & literature we meet with artistic licence in the field of nasal drapery






Last but not least, what's the first thing that the majority of us do when we 'de-face' someone's portrait. Here's one that was done earlier & has been labelled 'ART'.



So I've been wondering about the power of the moustache.

I'm reminded of a news item in NZ a while ago about a man who bought a Lamborghini & crashed it on the first day - something with that much power demands ownership by someone 'used to' power. Some men do seem to be one with their 'mo' - have a peak at the meaning of the word 'Mojo':
"A magic charm or spell.
2. An amulet, often a small flannel bag containing one or more magic items, worn by adherents of hoodoo or voodoo.
3. Personal magnetism; charm"

I remember reading somewhere that hair acts as an antenna, like fur on animals. On top of that as all property owners know is the tremendous value of - location, location, location. From wiki -"The philtrum is the vertical groove in the upper lip, formed where the nasomedial and maxillary processes meet during embryonic development."

"The ancient Greeks believed that the philtrum was one of the most erogenous spots on the human body, hence the etymology"- from Gk. philtron "love-charm".

"According to the Jewish Talmud... God sends an angel to each womb and teaches a baby all the wisdom that can be obtained. Just before the unborn baby comes out, the angel touches it between the upper lip and the nose and all that it has taught the baby is forgotten." There are other similar stories to this one - & doesn't it just piss you off!

Anyway the point I'm suggesting is that this area is an important, perhaps magical? part of the body. The faces I've included in this article are famous faces - famous perhaps because they had access to a little more knowledge than the rest of us or were in the keeping of such people.

"Whiskers (on cats & dogs) serve as delicate sense organs of touch and are believed to be as sensitive as our fingertips. They are sensitive to vibrations in air currents. As the air moves, the whiskers vibrate, and dogs use messages in these vibrations to sense the presence, size and shape of nearby objects. Whiskers help protect the eyes. Any touch to the whiskers causes the eyelids to blink."

Can whiskers on a man have some similar abilities & more - look again at the images, what would these men appear like without the 'mo'. Often a great deal af attention is paid to a man who shaves off his moustache, he becomes a curiousity - Tom Selleck just was not the same man without his - some force or energy seemed to be missing.

So strange as it sounds, can a moustasche increase the power of certain men? Does it access some energy within a man or make him more accessible to an outside energy? Or is it some kind of kind of subconscious symbol. Is this why some men have negative reactions when they grow moustaches because thay do not fit the subconscious criteria.

I found myself thinking of Samson & wondering, could the hair that Delilah removed from him have been a moustache?

Fair Phantom (Part 1)

My series of articles on the Sacrifice dated back to a mind expanding five day visit to Sydney last year. On either side of that epiphany was a plane flight & on both those flights I watched a movie. This movie or should I say what happened to the movie's writer & director has been my companion since then. For many months I have held a promise to write about it.

Maybe it's just fanciful but I have had the idea that if we could put truth or awareness back into the time frame from whence it was stolen (or manipulated), perhaps we could reverse (or release) it. The PTB certainly seem addicted to time frames & rituals, so with that in mind, this article has bided it's time, until now.

That flight to Australia took the usual three & half hours. I flicked onto & then off a few bad movies & then spotted Waitress. I remembered seeing the 'shorts' for it & thought it looked quite fun. I was still watching it when the announcement came to switch off for landing, but that was fine as I thought I'd watch it again on the flight home. And so I did. I enjoyed it as a feel good movie, savouring the sensuous tie in with delicious looking pies.



Some time later I thought I'd take my son to see it - while I realise it would be labelled a chick flick by many, it had a nice flavour to it that I thought he would enjoy. It also happened that I invited a friend who was feeling a bit down at the time. It was she who first told me about 'the actress who was murdered'. I was rather stunned & I thought she meant Keri Russell who played the lead role. I've not watched tv in years, but I remembered seeing previews for Felicity, & that there had been a tremendous palaver about her hair.



I went looking on the internet, it was not Keri Russell at all, but the movie's writer & director, Adrienne Shelly who had been killed. She had also played a role as one of three waitresses in the movie. It was the date she died - 1st November, combined with the overkill of her death, some lines from the movie & an amazing synch that kept this event alive & unsettled for me.



There isn't a particularly straight route in this article, just things that have called for attention along the way, nor is it meant to be sensationalist - this story was part of a very important event in my life, so in a sense I'm trying to return a favour.

To start with I have borrowed some info from Ellis Taylor's site because what he says, he says well & with great integrity. The following words relate to a number of different murders, but are they so different after all?

"My insights and research, so far, suggests that both culprits and victims are chosen because aspects of their energy patterns suit a specific purpose. The locations that are involved are selected for the same reason. It is not necessary for any of them to be consciously aware that they are being motivated to fulfill the intended agenda...There is always an occult element to every incident, every experience, because all things are manifested thoughts and are therefore devised in secret.
In many cases major incidents are callously manufactured to camouflage or bury something else that the Darkness or its Dark Ones are trying to hide from the public."

Adrienne Shelly was killed on November 1st (2006) - the day after Halloween, All Saints Day & the Day of the Dead in numerous cultures. Here Ellis Taylor refers to a woman who went missing on 30th October, 2006 - one day before Halloween (& two days before Adrienne Shelly's death).
"The evening of 30th October is the night before Halloween/ All Souls - 31st October and 7 days prior to the true Samhain 5th November in 2006, which also hosted a full moon. This Samhain moon is known as Dark Moon, Herbistmanoth (Harvest Moon) and Blotmonath (Sacrifice Moon). This is a time dedicated to the Scandinavian goddess Hel."

Most sites I've read refer to Samhain as the 1st November, that was why I paid attention to this date - Ellis puts it at the 5th, either way, countless cultures pay great attention around this time, the Western world simply snuck in Guy Fawkes Day on 5th November to keep this week brewing nicely.

So looking to some additional info on the Celtic festival of Samhain.

"Feast of Death.
The rituals of Samhain involve bonding with the dead. On this night, the Celts believed the doors were opened between the worlds and the paths were travelled by the spirits going back and forth on this night. This world and the Otherworld become equivalent to each other, and no barriers existed between the dead and the living, that is, the “Veil” was at its thinnest.
It is The Veil between the two worlds that Wiccans invoke when they cast the circle to worship or perform rituals; thus, on Samhain night, when the Veil is thinnest, spells are most powerful because we are closest to the spirits."



"Samhain is the most sacred and high holiday of all the festivals of all rituals. Samhain combines a number of elements: the end of the agricultural harvest, the wild harvest, the transition of the fall foliage season into the onset of winter weather and the commemoration of The Day of the Dead. It is a time for remembering our ancestors and our departed loved ones, and a solemn time should be set aside for contemplating the mystery of Life and Death as taught by the ancient ways."

"It is generally celebrated on October 31st, but some traditions prefer November 1st. It is one of the two "spirit-nights" each year, the other being Beltane. It is a magical interval when the mundane laws of time and space are temporarily suspended, and the Thin Veil between the worlds is lifted. Communicating with ancestors and departed loved ones is easy at this time."

"Symbolism of Samhain:Third Harvest, the Dark Mysteries, Rebirth through Death."

This time of year is honoured by numerous cultures around the world, each linking into a belief in some form, that the spirits of the dead or the world they inhabit, are closer than at any other time of the year.



Día de los muertos or the Day of the Dead is a very important holiday in Mexico, it can be traced back to "to the indigenous peoples such as the Olmec, Zapotec, Mixtec, Mexican, Aztec, Maya, P'urhépecha, and Totonac. Rituals celebrating the deaths of ancestors have been observed by these civilizations perhaps for as long as 2500–3000 years....Similar observances occur elsewhere in Europe and in the Philippines, and similarly themed celebrations appear in many Asian and African cultures." - From wiki



Now lets take a brief look at Ecuador

"Día de los Difuntos, or Day of the Dead, is without a doubt one of the most important and highly respected days in the Ecuadorian highlands, taking place on November 2nd."

"The most important dates in the indigenous' calendar are the 1st and 2nd of November. All Saints' Day (Todos los Santos) and Day of the Dead (Dia de los Difuntos, o muertos).The ancient belief is that the soul visits its relatives within these days and should have plenty of food to be fed and continue further on its journey to the after life."



"The Ecuadorian Day of the Ancestors isn’t quite like the Mexican Day of the Dead, nor is it like American Halloween. El día de los difuntos is a time to celebrate one’s dead ancestors. In the small country villages, families dress in their finest clothes and carry a meal to the cemetery, where they dine on top of the grave of their ancestors. One plate is always left for the dead ancestor."



Now we return to Adrienne Shelly.



I don't like this bit & in fact I have never been able to reconcile myself with it. The following is the gist of news reports. She was found hanging by a sheet from a shower rail in the apartment she used as an office at 15 Abingdon Square, in Manhattan on the evening of 1st November, 2006. At first it was reported as a suicide, but her husband & family & indeed common sense said this was not so - she had been waiting to hear if her movie Waitress had been accepted into the Sundance Film Festival. A reebok shoe print in the bathtub or on the toilet (versions vary) led to the arrest of Diego Pillco, a 19 year old illegal immigrant from Ecuador who had been working in the building. Again versions vary, but it seems he first denied murder, but then later confessed. Stories also vary as to the 'reason', at first it was that they argued over noise & then later that she found him stealing money from her wallet. There are also various versions of what happened next, with a general acceptance that he hit her & presuming he'd killed her, he thought of making her death look like a suicide to cover his tracks.

The overkill in this event disturbs me & also how 'dramatic' it feels. Acceptance of the idea that an illegal immigrant would stoop to murder to avoid detection seems plausible. However I wondered why someone in such a knife-edge position would risk any kind of exposure in the first place.

"Neighbors at Mr. Pillco’s apartment building said he was hard-working and respectful. He lived in a basement apartment with his cousin and held a variety of odd jobs, they said.“He sent money home to his mother and father,” said Frank Lingo, a neighbor. “He minded his business. He never bothered me or anyone else near here. He seemed like a good kid. I’ve never seen him hang out.”Chris Pannhorse, another neighbor, said: “He was always respectful to me and my wife. He’s a good kid. Because that is what he is to me, just a kid.”

"Pillco's cousin told The Post that the accused killer was "quiet and peaceful. He didn't have a temper," and was working to pay off his smuggling debt, and to support his parents and five siblings back in Ecuador."

Pillco comes from Ecuador where, "the most important dates in the indigenous' calendar are the 1st and 2nd of November. All Saints' Day (Todos los Santos) and Day of the Dead (Dia de los Difuntos, o muertos). So November 1st is the Roman Catholic feast day, All Saints Day - a part of of Pillco's tiny room included "a simple shrine to a Catholic patron saint, adorned with flowers and prayer cards." The modern Oracle better known as the 'media,' incubated guilt in the 'discerning' public with the next few lines "In the corner near the bedroom door was a cheap TV. On a nearby shelf were a collection of Spanish horror and smutty films featuring women dressed as schoolgirls posing on the cover" ... hmmm, no mention of the cheap dvd or video machine with which to watch them, or am I being picky? It's amazing how a little pornography, casually dropped into 'objective' reports basically guarantees public acceptance of guilt - I couldn't help remembering the stories of 'Korans left in bars' prior to Sept 11.

Am I saying he didn't do it - I have no idea, I wasn't there. I just noted interesting points. Another significant date in this scenario was Pillco's entry into America on the auspicious date July 7 (7/7). A little further along, we have the date of 14th February (Valentines Day), this year as the date in which he pleaded guilty.

"During his testimony in a New York courthouse on Thursday (14Feb08), Pillco then confessed to hanging the 40-year-old to make her death look like a suicide." I have found his choice of words strange - description followed by an extra admission.

"I didn't mean to kill her. But I did kill her."

I saw a sheet and I decided to choke her and that's what happened."

Part of the reason I find this murder so hard to accept is the dramatic feel of it. It could so easily be the plot of any one of the multitude of tv crime shows that drop bodies into peoples living rooms at a dizzying rate. I'm not sure how many panic stricken people would have the wits to create a suicide scene using a sheet as a makeshift rope & if they did because they'd seen it on tv, surely they know to wipe away prints. Perhaps he did, because I've never heard of any other evidence being found.

I was obviously not the only person to see the dramatics of this event. The crime show Law & Order, jumped on it & a few short months later, exhibited their own rendition entitled 'The Melting Pot' - "Well, it was bound to happen sometime, but frankly we're a little shocked how fast Dick Wolf is getting going on the Adrienne Shelley rip-off episode"

and the storyline...

"JULIO CONTRERAS] male, 19-24, Hispanic, illegal immigrant. Speaks English w/accent. He has been working as a day laborer/construction worker in this country for almost two years. He sends money back home to his family in So. America - he is the sole breadwinner for his mother and siblings.

He is suspected of murdering Erin Garrett after they argued about his construction crew turning off the electricity in her building. He admits to the argument and pushing her. She fell, hit her head, and was knocked unconscious. Julio swears he did not hang her. He is brought to trial".
Notice the victims name Erin is a twist of the four middle letters of Adrienne's name. Erin means Ireland - the Celtic home of Samhain.

Adrienne began her career as "an Indie film actress who gained fame as filmmaker Hal Hartley's early muse." She came to prominence in two of his early movies, The Unbelievable truth (1989) and Trust (1990). She, herself guest starred in an early episode of Law and Order, as well as appearing in Homicide: Life on the Street & 'Oz'. She turned to "writing and directing, making her directorial debut with "Sudden Manhattan" in 1996."

I realised today that there was no way I could complete this article & publish it for November 1st, it has been steadily growing in a strange variety of directions, so I have decided to divide it into two parts, having only just skimmed the surface. My intention was to somehow help return what I see as stolen energy - I have no idea if this is possible, it was simply my intent. Along with this, I now feel the desire to use & share the energy of this time as best I can. I found some interesting ideas on Samhain that I had not contemplated - ideas that belong to us, the living & so I pass them on.

"Samhain is a time of introspection, of emptying the false from the mind, heart, and soul. It is a time to heal the source of our deepest wounds....and those we have inflected on others around us.....before time fails us. It is a time when we can learn to see clearly."

"Like New Years' celebration all over the world, Samhain festivities fall into two sequential phases: one that signifies the return to Chaos, and involves the disposal of old goods, potlatches, parties, suspension of taboos, return of the dead, and the mixing of the two Worlds, in Past and Future; and a second whose theme is the rebirth of Order and Cosmos, of creating anew, of preparations, and of the rites of Samhain Morning."

"Health or disease came from the ancestors in the Celtic Cosmos; to live well one had to be on good terms with the dead and with one's past. The past becomes present again on Samhain, between the years. All oblations and funeral rites due the ancestors must have been offered, and all debts of this World paid, if the traveler is to step lightly between the Worlds. If all was not in perfect order, the quester might become trapped or the ancestors could send disease and misfortune when the passage opened. Or the wronged dead could pass into this World, and walk in the time between the years, seeking revenge."

For the first time ever, I have contemplated this day in line with what I have learned from the festivals of the Day of the Dead. I have a candle burning amid photos of family members who have died. My cupboards are bare, as I 've been rather busy researching, so the food I have offered consists of dry bread & cooking chocolate - so far no complaints thank goodness.


I leave you with my own personal offering on this Day of the Dead. The time in this world is too precious now to withold our stories when they may offer healing.

Many years ago now my first child was stillborn. It was completely unexpected & I was shocked & angry for a long time. Somewhere along the way I felt a desire to create a memory of him & so decided to put an entry into the Book of Rememberance at the crematorium where his ashes were scattered. I struggled for some time with ideas & words of rememberance or not forgetting. When the words came, they came quickly & simply.
Beside his name is written "Go with Love, Little One."

The day after I arranged this, I experienced a feeling of intense joy that lasted for hours, even in the midst of a very tiresome activity. I have always associated the two events.

"Go with Love, Adrienne Shelly & all we have loved who have left this world."

A little something for the weak-end (sorry it's a bit late)

I generally enjoy reading people who are willing to go out on a limb & present information that would have most experts salivating & squabbling over who gets to cast the first stone.

I'm one quarter of the way through just such a book now, perhaps by the time I'm half way through I'll put it down, I don't know, but it has provided me with an idea I had not thought about before & find thoroughly refreshing.

I'm thinking you might agree that there is a tremendous amount of energy being expended on 'end of the world' scenarios. We have been primed through school, history, media & movies to accept the destructive tendencies of our race. We have been taught (taut = emotionally or mentally strained) that our blood thirsty species has little or no respect for life & must be policed to keep us from running amok. History tells us our predecessors tried to obliterate all & sundry, not once, but twice, through world wars. Our daily buffet from the media reads like a mafia menu - a double helping of blood but easy on the onions.

The trailers for the lead up to the 'Apocalypse' include a dazzling array of expert knowledge of climactic change, 100% natural (cough) disasters, media hype plus the most scary thing of all - leaders with as much common sense as a toilet brush (& far less useful). There is enough doom & gloom to whet the appetite of any number (max 144,000) of Apocalypse spotters.



I'm not sure what the RDA of doom is, but I think we're overdoing it. In my own city of Auckland, we've gone from the odd mention of what to do in an emergency to media statements from the pulpit, err sorry local paper of 'It's not if, but when...' - wtf, where did that come from - nothing has happened in Auckland, if I follow the same logic I should now rush out & buy a lottery ticket because I've never won anything & "It's not if, but when" - it's true I read it in the papers.

Sorry got side-tracked. My book is called Catastraphobia by Barbara Hand Clow. She suggests that the devastation that we so fear or have resigned ourselves to, is a fait accompli - it has already happened. It took place around 11,500 years ago when the Cataclysm that almost destroyed this world & which virtually every culture in the world has recorded, occurred.



Clow suggests that our fascination with destruction comes from the unhealed trauma that resides in the collective memory of the human race & that, as with all trauma, we need to remember it so that we can heal, otherwise we keep re-creating it or allowing repeat performances.

Personally I am touched by these ideas, perhaps you had heard of them, I had not.

The devastation would have been indescribable - what words have ever equalled an experience - good or bad - we just use them to create movies in our head. Watching a disaster movie while scoffing popcorn in a movie theatre is not real - sorry I hope I haven't spoiled that for anyone, but movies are actually made up & the actors go home in the evening to watch other disaster movies.

Families, villages, towns, the familiar landscape would have been obliterated - our world almost destroyed. Were we there I wonder?

Following on with his idea I have wondered if the traumas of our present lives would be compounded a thousandfold by the buried memory of such an incident - a fear of abandonment in this life could be resonating with the unbearable loss of everyone, everything in that previous time. A fear of fire or water which may outwardly appear to stem from this life, could have it's roots in the memories of something infinitely more terrible. Religion would gain an easy foothold when something so awful happens that we believe we are being punished & need protection - isn't that what religion is about? I thought about the Aztecs too & their hideous sacrifices designed to maintain the universe - surely you need some bloody terrifying reason to make you consider butchering fellow human beings by the thousand.

I have been allowing these ideas to wander around inside me to see what comes up. As a result I wondered what effect this cataclysm would have had on the Earth herself - surely she too would have suffered the same trauma as her peoples. I wonder if somehow she has blocked out her memory too & perhaps we need to remember in order to heal her - does she allow so much disrespect through pollution & overuse of her body because she carries this deep trauma & has been unable to rouse herself & heal. Is this why the majority of the population of the world are so easy to dumb down - they are simply following that same route - the one that leads to escape from pain?

There is a further suggestion in the book that prior to this time Earth's axis was straight & the world experienced a 'golden age' - the Garden of Eden. The devastation that not only wiped out much of the world's population, also changed the world forever, the topography was drastically altered, distinct seasons were created, a whole new way of living was called for... "And there's so many myths with such similar themes. Catastrophic devastation, flood & fire, destruction of mankind and cold & dark."


.........Was the world once a very different place?............

Catastrophobia also suggests that time was created as a result of this new world - there were now identifiable seasons & the stars had changed & moved in the heavens & humanity developed a deep fascination for them.

I guess it was the book Out of Antarctica by Robert Argod that somehow melded with this one & created such an interest for me (there's a link at the bottom to a previous post that resulted from that book). Argod had studied mythology from around the world & had a passion to understand this enormous catastrophe - indeed it seems there is much that could be called 'proof' for those who wish to go a-hunting.

Mostly I'm happy to turn this idea over & over. I find myself resting within this meaning-filled theory.

Playing with some wild ideas, I thought of trauma based mind control - the entire human race would have been programmable & there were those kindly beings who turned up & taught the basic skills required in this 'new world' - can we date the start of the NWO to this cataclysm, with a continual build up to this present time where we face the ultimate choice - to heal or to escape from remembering?



Anyway these have just been some thoughts sparked off by an idea that I think offers hope & resolution & is such a welcome change from a diet of over-processed doom.

I wish you all whatever your heart's desire to create your personal paradise.



http://toolonginthisplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/white-heart-of-world.html

Serious play

"Play is freely chosen, intrinsically motivated and personally directed"

Last week in the midst of completing my previous article I went for a walk. A headache had developed & I needed some fresh air. A short distance into my 'planned' walk I decided to switch over to 'gut feeling' mode - something I've been trying to do, especially on weak-ends when I have a small patch of relatively uninterrupted time.

For me gut feeling involves becoming aware of my midriff area & waiting for a pull or tug which gives directions. Sure enough I felt a tug (that's 'gut' in reverse) to turn down a road I have only ever walked once before. At the bottom of the road were two boys busily engaged in transforming the footpath into a giant Picassoesque canvas. They looked up as I passed & I felt a comment was in order.



"You've been busy" said I & they proudly & seriously agreed. It seems they were on a mission to create a numerical walkway & indeed there were loads of chalk boxes each individually numbered. They informed me that it was their intention to get up to 100. Doing the 'kindly adult' thing I said "Great" & that I would return that way later & take another look.

I walked on feeling satisfied in this friendly interlude, until I came to the bottom of the road & followed a pathway that led I knew not where. There as I walked through nature I began to feel a little ashamed, for I now realised that I'd slipped neatly into the condescending adult role of viewing 'child's play' as cute. I thought of the seriousness with which these two small people had imbued their activity & I got to wondering if the play of children might in fact be essential to the energy in this world - could it be that play generates a positive energy like that found around waterfalls? Could creative play be responsible for the beauty we see in this world & likewise could the dull energy created by most adults be a huge contributing factor to the ills of this world - a mass negative pollution? Could it be that children are maintaining the 'quality' energy in this world? (I'm sure animals have a tremendous input too, but humans do seem to create on an extraordinary level).

When I read Matthew Delooze's new article later that same week I was blown away;

"I need, we need, to connect with the elements on a spiritual level. I was being shown that we need to retain the spiritual energy that is being sucked from us. The energy we create to feed our planet is being stolen, therefore we starve ourselves spiritually because we starve this world spiritually. I was shown again that that our energy is created with the intent to feed this planet, our world, and not feed the deceivers that are stealing it from us."

I was also shown how we all 'equally' create these rainbow rods through our emotions but instead of these rods feeding and continuously healing our world, as they should, they simply feed another world. A parasite is stealing the world's spiritual energy."

"It's time for 'us' to provide the medicine the world needs. It's time for us all to give our love to the planet and also the elements that make our physical world possible."

In an ideal world (which this is not - currently) we would all willingly contribute to it's balancing & energising - I'm reminded of a rain forest & the interdependence that nurtures it. We however, are not in balance & I shudder to think what we would see if we really knew how to use our eyes.

Later in the week I found myself once more doing the 'nice' adult thing to a 5 year old child & I did shudder. So it's time to look seriously at play.

Have you noticed how the word play has been fucked with (a strong word perhaps, but I feel necessary) by the media? - it has done a neat little job too of splintering play into two dodgy areas - one, by linking it to 'childishness' & thereby making it too hot to handle by any self-respecting adult. The other is by using it as a term for the sex industry - terms like playboy & playbunny may hint at lots of fun romps, but this play is highly selective & you can only play if you have a perfect body or a shitload of money.

If this David doesn't have a Goliath-size bank account then a sling shot is the only thing he'll be playing with tonight.

I've looked up play on the Internet but they don't half go on in big words, so I thought I'd just pop in a few thoughts before getting on. I'm guessing most of us link the word play to children, young children - an image of kids absorbed in some messy activity or racing like lunatics, springs to mind. Nowhere is there a sense of order, structure, permanence or 'To Do' lists which makes it a tad frightening for us big people.

Yet it was the seriousness that really struck me about play. I'd gotten so used to the idea that it has a frivolous quality, that even though I could see the intensity, it didn't register. But play has this laser like focus where all the senses are intensely involved, shaking someone out of play is akin to shaking them out of sleep.

Etymologically we find serious - "1440, "expressing earnest purpose or thought" (of persons), from M.Fr. sérieux "grave, earnest". This is the element that I have found so confusing - wtf has seriousness got to do with play & how did I miss it? Lets look at the words given for sérieux - first there's 'grave' (the adjective not the noun as that's a dead end) - "1541, from M.Fr. grave, from L. gravis "weighty, serious, heavy" & then there's 'earnest' - "O.E. eornoste (adj.) from a noun eornost "passion, zeal".

How's your maths? Lets see

Weighty + Heavy x Passion + Zeal = Play = wtf!

that can't be right. Surely the equation looks something like this:

Frivolity + Childishness x Lightweight +Chaotic = Play.

My grounding (down) into adulthood came with the understanding that I would 'put away childish things' & 'get serious', however what I'm starting to wonder about is "should 'seriousness' be taken more seriously?"

I've plodded away at this article a bit, I must admit. I have another one on my mind that needs completing, & have not been giving it my full attention, hence it has not flowed as usual. I 'clicked' last night that unless I got serious about it I would not be able to finish it & that's the thing - in all my life nothing I care about has gotten done well without my getting serious about it. When I put weighty zeal behind something then... Look out!

In a conversation with my son last night, I suggested that 'you can't do something well unless you take it seriously' - he then refined & redefined it as 'you can't 'get into' something unless you take it seriously' & I got this aha feeling as if the 'get into' was like a password on a computer or some kind of entry system where you must take something seriously before you could access it.

Is this why we have lost our connection to play - because we're just NOT serious about it. As children I'm quite sure we'd have virtually sold our souls in order to play, now it seems a great part of our disrespect for play comes from having sold our (adult) souls to society (which rates industriousness, productivity & 'success' as it's crowning achievements). I will stick my neck out here & say that I think play is the Enemy of THIS State (known more commonly as the Modern World).

Some more etymology:

Play - "Meaning "free or unimpeded movement"
Move - "from L. movere "move, set in motion"

An idea has presented itself to me today that perhaps play is no thing at all, but rather an attitude or approach. Is this the secret of children? - that they approach experience from an attitude of 'serious enthusiasm' - SO serious that almost any task can be turned into an adventure? I remember years ago asking my son, who was about 7 years old at the time, to wash the dishes. I found him quite some time later with a sink full of dishes, singing & chattering merrily to himself. The water was cold & the dishes greasy, but hey I've never had that sort of pleasure washing dishes.

Taking this idea a step further it seems that a playful approach widens an event - it takes the accepted confines, boundaries or results of an event & throws them out the window. In their place a new adventure is conceived & set in motion. Have you noticed how our adult life revolves around reacting to things that already exist. A quick resume of 'childishness' might read something like excessive enthusiasm, embarrassing candidness, no sense of image consciousness & a desire to lay hands on everything in site - no object is 'sacred' - all is fair play.

Some quotes by like-minded people:

"Sudbury model of democratic education schools assert that play is a big part of life at their schools where it is seen as a serious business. They maintain that play is always serious for kids, as well as for adults who haven't forgotten how to play, and much of the learning going on at these schools is done through play. So they don't interfere with it."

"play is commonly oft-defined as a frivolous and non serious activity; yet when watching children at play, one is impressed at their transfixed seriousness and entrancing absorption with which they engage in it."

"James Findlay, a Social Educator, defines play as a meta intelligence, suggesting that play is behind, together with, and changes, the various multiple intelligences we have."

"In giving primacy to adult knowledge, to our 'grown-up' ways of seeing the world, have we forgotten how to value other kinds of wisdom? Do we still care about the small secret corners of children's wisdom?"

The closest adults seem to be permitted to play is through hobbies or organised sports. I don't like the word 'hobby' - it has an 'isn't it cute' feel to it - something to amuse oneself in their 'spare time' or so one has 'an interest.' Etymologically it's even worse -"1298, "small horse, pony," later "mock horse used in the morris dance," and c.1550 "child's toy riding horse," which led to a transferred sense of "favorite pastime or avocation," first recorded 1676. The connecting notion being "activity that doesn't go anywhere." Another word that popped up with hobby was 'fad' - "1834, "hobby, pet project;" 1881 as "fashion, craze," perhaps shortened from fiddle-faddle. Or perhaps from Fr. fadaise "trifle, nonsense," ult. from L. fatuus "stupid" - our attitudes to play in a nutshell.

There is of course 'sports', but I think that's just more word-play. Once upon a time it had the same connotation as a 'hobby' "c.1440, "pleasant passtime," now it's more of an organised & regulated activity - quite a long way down the track from pleasant pastimes.


I must admit that I don't remember how to play, the closest I have got so far is in this blog where a passion for truth is combined with an intense focus & openness for exploring ideas. I do however feel that our bodies are absolutely essential to play & if we could ease up on our minds, our bodies may well help us re balance & rekindle a playful attitude. Watch any child or animal absorbed in serious enthusiasm & I'll wager you won't find a division between mind & body anywhere. We do get there too - sometimes - I've seen the light go on in 'grown-ups' faces when they've unbuttoned themselves but I've also seen it snap off when they zipped themselves back up again.

I'm just wondering if perhaps it's time to ponder a little on getting serious about play.

The Sacrifice - Final Part (4)

"They were …the finest body of young men ever brought together in modern times. For physical beauty and nobility of bearing they surpassed any men I have ever seen; they walked and looked like kings in old poems, and reminded me of the line in Shakespeare, `Baited like eagles having lately bathed'.....there was no thought of surrender in these marvellous young men; they were the flower of the world's manhood.”

John Masefield (Poet Laureate)

William Shakespeare or Francis Bacon or Edmund Rasher or whoever held the quill, once penned the phrase "What's in a name?" - well bugger me if that's not a loaded word & statement.

I realised I've been putting off this last part of The Sacrifice because I didn't think I had enough info, but then a juicy little four letter word comes along & there can be no more prevaricating around the bush.

For anyone who has not read my other articles on 'The Sacrifice', this may not make quite as much sense. The first one will give you a reasonable grounding
http://toolonginthisplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/sacrifice-part-1.html
(but the other two are bloody good as well).
http://toolonginthisplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/put-out-light-sacrifice-part-2.html
http://toolonginthisplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/harvest-of-fools-sacrifice-part-3.html

So I thought I'd start with the ANZACs (if you don't know what I'm talking about then it's because you skipped the link - off you go now & do not pass go & do not collect $200).

In that first part of the Sacrifice I wrote that I believed that the Gallipoli carnage of 1915 was a re-enactment of the Battle of Troy. Now if this really was a large & bloody 'dedicated' sacrifice then I reckon that I should be able to unearth a tad more to substantiate this idea.

So is anyone in the audience here tonight a professional sacrificer?

"You sir in the back, yes you, with the scythe, tell me what should we be looking for to create a fitting sacrifice?

"Yes exactly, thank you Mr errr... Reaper is it, marvellous!

As Mr Reaper pointed out, prior to their bloody exit from the face of this earth, a good sacrifice needs to be 'prepared'. In NZ (possibly Australia, I'm not sure) we have a popular nibble known as the Anzac Biscuit. I got into the habit of making them a little while back, however because I was invariably researching (a bit like Nero with his fiddling) they did have a tendency to get burnt. By a slip of the tongue or perhaps picking up on some historical vibes, my son nicknamed them 'crispy aztecs'. The other week as I was discussing the ANZAC situation with him I also found myself repeatedly calling them 'Aztecs', so....

Well for starters the lettering is interestingly similar AZTEC / ANZAC. And do you like numbers? Then have a squiz at the dates - on 21st April 1519 Hernan Cortes landed in Mexico for his successful takeover bid on behalf of the Court of Spain. With a slight numerical juxtaposition we have the ANZACs landing on the Gallipoli Peninsula on 25th April, 1915.

A little further play with numbers - April 21 (=3) & it is the 111th (=3) day of the year & April 25 (=7) & it is the 115th (=7) day of the year. I'm not a numbers expert but the interestingly similar repetition of numbers was, I felt, noteworthy.

The name of the ever so lucky Hernan Cortes is also quite interesting. His parents must have had a premonition (or something) to call him Hernan - Bold Explorer . And this is rather interesting "Cortez: is of jewish bloodline. see sephardim.com, it means cort or court, courteous, kind, mannerly, stately and the "ez" means "eres zion" or "of zion", or "es" means eres sion, or "of sion", zion or sion used both ways in the bible means "jerusalem", so then the surname "cortez" means in its fullest definition - "the kings court or the kings residence in jerusalem", and the only way you could have a name like that is to be the descendant of a king." I must say here there was some dispute on the site I got this from, but I just thought it was ...interesting.

OK moving right along. I did some research on the Aztecs, but had to stop. I remember reading about them in my younger days & being somewhat fascinated, now they just make me feel sick. So I'm not going to give lots of details, suffice to say, that bloody sacrifice was a big part of their culture. Thousands upon thousands of human beings were slaughtered atop their pyramids, by having their bodies cut open & their hearts ripped out & offered to the sun.



Because you can find anything on the Internet, I went browsing for info on blood sacrifice - not something I'd do for fun. I've done a quick cut & paste from a site I found to put things into a bit more perspective.

"There have always been cultures throughout history that have made sacrifices to their God, deities or idols...There were many times throughout the Bible that sacrificial offerings were made to God. In most cases a virgin lamb was used. You will note that in most animal sacrifices the animal is to be virgin. This is because it is pure. You will note also that God only found blood sacrifice pleasing.

We have Abraham in the Bible who was asked to sacrifice his firstborn son to God. Replacing animal life for human life...Let's face it...the Bible is full of blood sacrifice and killing in the name of God. Makes you wonder doesn't it?

We have the Aztecs who were very big on human & animal sacrifice...As they saw it, the offering of blood through human sacrifice ensured the perpetuation of the universe.

Why do you need to use blood? Because blood is life...it has an energy...a life force. So demons are attracted to it. Plus it gives them some substance to take form. If only you could see the demons attracted to the fresh corpses of the newly killed on the battlefield in times of war...it only has a life force of about fifteen minutes. Once the life force is exhausted the entity will probably leave."

Surely by now at least some of us are aware that there is far more to life than what we can see with our eyes or what science will allow us to believe. Anyone who comes to sites like this does so because their whole being cries out that there is more & not all is as it seems in the world (either that or they accidentally leaned on the keyboard toolong!).

By the way, it seems the Aztecs also ate bread which symbolised the body of the gods long before the Eucharist was introduced to them courtesy of the Catholic Sunday School. It rather makes me wonder now about the significance of our Anzac Biscuits.

Anyway to return to the theme of 'preparation', where do you think we might find our sacrificial lambs, sorry I mean 'heroes' as they are prepared for battle?



You were going to say that weren't you! I mean it's pretty bloody obvious really. You sail away for a year & a day to the land where the palm trees grow (or Egypt, which ever is closer), then unload your troops & transport them 140 miles to Cairo. You set up camp a handy 16 miles outside of the city - it's the ideal place because if the wind is blowing in a certain direction you can shelter behind the pyramids & the Sphinx makes a great backdrop for concert performances.

The Straits Impregnable by Sydney de De Loghe (real name Sydney Loch) was a true story of Gallipoli which was published as a novel to get it past the censors. In it he describes Mena Camp as "a huge triangular area reaching almost as far back as the pyramids...we would see the sun rising behind the trees along the Cairo highway. It was of immense size & blood red, it's long rays swept across the desert..."

I didn't click on the pyramids at first, I'd seen the photos before & they'd been filed in my mind in the 'I already know this' drawer. It was the name of the camp that first grabbed my attention - Mena Camp. In Matthew Delooze's book Is it me for a moment? he says this of the ubiquitous prayer ending 'Amen' "AMEN is the Egyptian Sun god. Amen Ra"." His opinion is that when we say Amen we are invoking that deity. What I saw in the name 'Mena' was 'Amen' rearranged - particularly interesting given the location of the camp.

That wasn't the only time that that four lettered word rearranged itself. It just sat there on the desk in front of me & every so often a word popped out like the once popular party trick of a woman appearing out of a cake.


"Mean as in "Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) is a term originally referring to mean solar time at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, London." OK so pop Mean into a blender, whizz for 3 seconds & pour out an Amen, which just happens to refer to solar time - very neat (or did you want ice with that?).

Whizz those letters around again & we have Mane - owners of which have long been associated with solar worship




"The winged or white Horse is recognised in almost every culture as a solar symbol of light, life and spiritual illumination."

And then wonder of wonders I spotted what Shakespeare had seen all those years ago (without the aid of a blender I might add!) - NAME. What a truly cost effective set of letters they are. I had a little word play which I can't say means anything & I may be stretching it a bit, but what the heck.

A M E N
M E N A
E N A M
N A M E

I have to admit I haven't come up with anything particularly exciting for EMAN except of course it is MANE spelt backwards. What did interest me was finding yet another hiding place of these letters - how about (CI)NEMA - all the more interesting if we look at the first two letters as see (C) & eye (I) - (you know the seeing eye I mena!) & then just top them off with twist of AMEN.

Speaking of twisted men "During the Clinton presidential administration, there were accusations (most notably in the controversial film Clinton Chronicles) that Clinton, during his time as governor of Arkansas, and other high-ranking state officials were involved in some way with alleged illegal cocaine importation, money laundering, and drug-use centered upon the airport in Mena."

Mena was also home to "Operation Black Eagle" of the Iran-Contra affair.

I presume the official explanation for the Mena Camp name would be as described in Wiki "The term MENA, for "Middle East and North Africa", is an acronym ... generally covers an extensive region, extending from Morocco in northwest Africa to Iran in southwest Asia. It generally includes all the Arab Middle East and North Africa countries, as well as Iran but not Turkey." (v-e-r-y interesting). So there's a plausible reason for the name & even for the troops being under the pyramids - they were there to protect the Suez Canal which was a mere hop, skip & 70 mile jump away.

So now to Turkey, the country, not the sacrificial bird, for an introduction to a man whose power & fame were made by what seems like an unstoppable energy "He was the type of general who seemed, like Caesar and Napoleon and Robert E. Lee, that he could make his own luck." He has also been called "The Man of Destiny." At Gallipoli "he made his name as a brilliant military commander although he was extremely wasteful of the lives of his troops", like Zapp Brannigan in Futurama, it seems he too was only too willing to send wave after wave of his own men out to die.

Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, the man who rose to become the leader, some may say virtual dictator of Turkey.

I got curious about Mustafa Kemal because the ANZACs & other soldiers at Gallipoli had such bloody bad luck, loads of it wrapped up in yards of ineptitude & criminal negligence. Mustafa Kemal on the other hand seemed, fortuitously be in the right place at the right time so often.

"Our troops landed on beaches (now called ANZAC cove) on the Turkish peninsular at dawn in this fateful day. They suffered a terrible defeat but our men fought with great bravery and would have succeeded if not for one man - Mustafa Kemal, later known as Ataturk." To start with I knew nothing about him, but he appeared again & again & then, f**k me this guy becomes the leader of his country, completely turning it inside out & upside down & hey presto a "modern, democratic, secular, nation-state" is born.

If ever a country had a ‘make-over’ it was Turkey after the First World War. In very large part due to the efforts of one Mustafa Kemal, it went from hundreds of years as a Sultanate to Republic in double quick time – adopting western politics, laws, dress, the Latin alphabet, secularism & industry – huge changes indeed. Kemal became this new Turkey's first president in 1924 & held (some may say very tightly) to that position until his death in 1938. When the surname law was brought in, Kemal took or was given (I’ve read both) the surname Ataturk which means ‘Father of the Turks’.

Just to give you an idea of how BIG this man was & still is "Atatürk's face and name are seen and heard everywhere in Turkey: his portrait can be seen in all public buildings, in schools, in all kinds of school books, on all Turkish Banknotes, and in the homes of most Turkish families. Even after so many years, on 10 November, at 09:05 a.m. (the exact time of his death), almost all vehicles and people in the country's streets will pause for one minute in remembrance of Atatürk's memory."

There are a number of reasons why I have looked at Kemal Ataturk. First off was his unstoppable rise. We seem to see this so often in history, with all the 'great' leaders, it's part of their greatness it seems. But I don't buy history anymore. I'm tired of being taught who & what is 'great'. I'm tired of seeing humanity as inhuman & I'm tired of believing there are great people & little people. I'm just damn tired of lies.

I don't know what the 'truth' is, but I do think it's important to look for yourself & ask questions. Because I was so surprised by Ataturk's meteoric rise I went looking & found sites suggesting that among other things he was a British Agent, a Freemason & that he was Jewish (wiki says of Turkey - "99.8% of the population is nominally Muslim"). Here's a site for your own investigation:
http://www.atajew.com/2000/01/freemason-lodges-confirm-that-mustafa.html

Now it could all be sour grapes but somehow it is the kind of thing I expected to find because a pattern of laundered history keeps emerging & it sure doesn't fit the history books. "Stories about the Jewishness of Ataturk, whose statue stands in the main square of every town and city in Turkey, already circulated in his lifetime but were denied by him and his family and never taken seriously by biographers."

By the by & in keeping with the theme of this & earlier articles you do realise don't you, that Troy is located in Turkey. Thus far we have the bloody remake of that battle at Gallipoli & in little under 10 years (the Battle of Troy's meantime) the new Republic of Turkey is born from it's ashes.

Of further interest is that the Armistice of Moudros, whereby Turkey stepped out of the war, was signed on 30th October, 1918 on board the HMS Agamemnon. Agamemnon (the original) was brother to Menelaus, Helen of Troy's unimpressed husband. He was the leader of the Greek squad during their olympic 10 year war, after which time he returned home to his wife Clytemnestra (none other than Helen's sister). Clytemnestra was not overly pleased to see her husband & in fact dispatched him to the afterlife with the aid of a lover, shortly thereafter. Interestingly, after the war the HMS Agamemnon was dispatched off to become a 'target' ship - she was exposed to poisonous gas, strafed by machine gun fire & had 40 & 120-mm rounds fired at her. Agamemnon was done to death in the bath although the autopsy revealed no signs of strafing.

I've had a little wander round this article & here seems to be the best place to pop in a savoury tidbit. Just out of interest I did check out the sacrificial turkey i.e the bird so prized at traditional rituals like Christmas & Thanksgiving. Come on now, nothing should surprise us anymore should it?

"Turkeys were taken to Europe by the Spanish who had found them as a favorite domesticated animal among the Aztecs and other Mesoamerican peoples...The Aztecs relied on the turkey as a major source of protein (meat and eggs), and also used its feathers extensively for decorative purposes...The turkey was associated with their trickster god Tezcatlipoca.


On closer inspection it seems Tezcatlipoca possessed a number of passports with some interesting identities - Titlacauan ("We are his Slaves"), Ipalnemoani ("He by whom we live"), Necoc Yaotl ("Enemy of Both Sides"). It would be worth your while to take a minute to read up this link at wiki, especially if you're a bit of a turkey gobbler during the aforementioned rituals - hey get to know your scarificial meals, that's my motto & besides there'll be a brief intermission shortly so that you can go to the toilet or make a cup of tea.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tezcatlipoca

According to wiki, prior to WWII, turkey was something of a luxury & although it is rumoured to have been served at the first Thanksgiving dinner in America, it seems that there is little evidence that this was so, but never underestimate the value of a good rumour to get things started. I was interested to read "Turkeys are popularly believed to be unintelligent birds with claims made that during a rain storm turkeys will look up into the sky until they drown... Other criticisms include the bird being 'too dumb' to realize it can't fly." I have certainly heard the phrase 'turkey' used to refer to a stupid person. ThHis caught my attention too "Benjamin Franklin regarded the turkey as a noble bird and preferred it to the eagle as the proposed symbol for the new United States, describing it as a "Bird of Courage." Having read some very questionable things about Franklin, I had to wonder about this comment & then with this "US President George W. Bush noted the long tradition of keeping turkeys as pets in his 2001 National Thanksgiving Turkey Presentation speech. Bush noted that Abraham Lincoln's son Tad kept a turkey as a White House pet." Well I got to wondering if this ritualistic turkey consumption of the last 70 odd years wasn't a little yoke, I mean joke on another group of disposable or sacrificial "turkeys" - guess who? A funny coincidence too about the country & the birds simultaneaous rise to prominence.

Sorry I digressed. Along with Kemal Ataturk, there is another famous name in connection to Gallipoli, one that you will definitely have heard of:
"The Gallipoli Plan was devised by Winston Churchill, who at the time was the Lord of the Admiralty. This was his first position of high power." Churchill pushed this plan through & lost his post when the campaign failed. He did make a dramatic recovery along the way & I've heard he did quite well for himself.

This particular detour is via a book called The Mark of the Beast - The Continuing Story of The Spear of Destiny. I'm not quite sure why I picked it up, but browsing through it I came upon a chapter about 'great' men & their past incarnations. Now I don't know where or how the authors get their info & I'm not drawn enough to the book to read it, but I am drawn to questioning history from any angle that may shed some truth - so see what you think of this.

The chapter in question is entitled "The Drama & Symbolism of History as the Result of the Interweaving of Reincarnation Patterns." - or more simply a look at the rencarnations of 'great' men. First up was Winston Churchill, with one of his previous lives being given as the great Athenian statesman & general, Pericles who amongst his many works sent an expedition "to fortify the area now known as Gallipoli."


Pericles was a famous orator & champion of democracy & a leader in Athens.

On top of that the authors state that one of Pericles' &/or Churchill's earlier incarnations was as Priam, the King of Troy - now if I hadn't read this with my own two eyes I might have thought I was making it to impress myself - The reincarnated King of Troy recreating the Battle of Troy in 1915.

And that's the thing what if we are just going round & round in big circles, with the same contestants in different human costume & slightly different environments. I have to ask "what is the point?" are we really learning anything? Why do we need the same bigshots creating the same mayhem over & over & over again.

Anyway there's one further stop on this tour. Guess who else got a mention - Kemal Ataturk - I have to say I was gobsmacked. He's just not your average 'Western' hero - I'd never heard of him & then he's popping up in the most unexpected places. So who do the authors give as one of his previous incarnations - how about a naughty member of the Borgia clan (I know that's not hard) who became Pope Alexander (& managed to father the formidable Lucrezia). Interestingly enough Ataturk, who adopted rather than fathered several children, had a formidable daughter himself. She became the county's first female combat pilot.

Ok folks feel free to stretch your legs or go make some genetically engineered popcorn. Transmission will be resumed shortly.

Go on, off you go, this is not a drill

Welcome back.

So we were looking at Mustafa Kemal, an unusual name at least to us Westerners. I had certainly not come across it before. So my eye was caught & held some time ago when I spotted on a WWI map of Belgium, a place called Mount (Mont) Kemmel, not quite the same spelling but intriguing enough to warrant a closer look. Here's what wiki has to say about the Battle of Mount Kemmel (1918);

"Reinforced by French units (who occupied the critical position of Mount Kemmel), the Germans continued their attacks on 17 April,.. they were able to seize Mont Kemmel from the French defending division on April 25... the German High Command called off the offensive soon after."

A more action packed description "The hill which had remained in Allied hands for four years had been taken by a spectacular display of brute force. Even the German airforce had joined in with 96 aircraft dropping 700 bombs and machine gunning the French positions as the Leib Regiment of the élite Alpine Corps stormed forward."

Kiwi's, Aussies & those in the audience who have been paying attention will have recognised the significant date of April 25 as ANZAC Day. I found it very interesting that after this takeover display Mount Kemmel was so soon abandoned, I couldn't help feeling a ritual had taken place.

A painting of the pyre-amidal Mt Kemmel

Is this a memorial I see before me? Indeed it is - it's the French Monument at Mount Kemmel - a 16 metre high monument with Nike, the goddess of victory looking out towards the area where the French fought - that goddess sure gets around. If she looks down the road a bit she'll be able to spy an ossuary containing the bones of 5000 unidentified & slightly less than victorious soldiers."

One last little tidbit. On February 25, 1924 Kemmel was granted its own Coat of Arms - I know they're usually pretty dull, so what think you of this?

"The arms show the local castle in fire and 7 cannonballs. The arms symbolise the heavy fighting that took place around Kemmel in 1918."

Among other things it rather made me think of this:

I can't help wondering if the land in Belgium & France, where unimagineable slaughter took place in WWI, is not some kind of energetic holding bank, something like Switzerland, but with vast human energy held securley in War Memorials, instead of safety deposit boxes.

Some time back I found a marvellous paper on the internet, I've sought again but cannot find it as I'd loved to have put up a link to it prior to posting this because it's so bloody good. Instead here are some excerpts from a person with the great good sense to ask questions (I've just added a bit of emphasis).

"Many of the major political events of the Twentieth Century have been characterised by massive killing, dying and destruction...These events - preserved in our collective consciousness by a relentless stream of books and television documentaries - lie the the core of the 'history' of the Twentieth Century.

Historians concieve their fundamental task as describing or documenting what occurred. Although the events that they depict may appear from a human perspective to be irrational or bizarre, rarely do historians describe events as irrational or bizarre. Rather, they focus upon the details: for example, the political machinations and economic situations leading to war; strategies of battles and descriptions of battles. The underlying assumption is that events are governed by logic.

Given the rational bias of Western culture, it is difficult to imagine that significant events could be the consequence of obscure, irrational forces. Once written up in "history books," the reality of what occurred becomes part of our world-taken-for granted. However grotesque an event may have been, historical documentation "normalises' it, confers dignity upon the event. Soon, given the weighty accounts that appear in so many books, one comes to assume that there was a reason for what occurred; that we understood what was going on.

We shield ourselves from anguish by telling ourselves that warfare is a firmly established social institution that has existed since before the beginning of civilisation...When we witness the killing, dying and maiming, we simply are observing the normal behaviour of soldiers. Why become upset?

I suggest that conventional representations of war in documentary and feature films function as a distancing mechanism required by the institution of warfare. These portrayals act to shield us from the reality of death and body mutilation, even as they allow us to 'get off' by depicting war as exciting and heroic. We enjoy our nation's power, but would prefer not to look too closely at what happens to soldiers bodies on the battlefield.

If what I describe does not seem to make sense, don't assume that it does make sense. Do not assume that historians or anyone else knew or knows what is going on. If what I describe sounds bizarre, strange and abnormal, do not assume that what occurred was not bizarre, strange and abnormal simply because it is written up in history books.

The victimized crowd of attackers in no man's land has become one of the supreme images of this war..."We were very surprised to see them walking," wrote a German machine gunner of his experience of a british attack at the Somme. "The officers went in front. I noticed one of them walking calmly, carrying a walking stick. When we started firing we just had to load and reload. They went down in hundreds. You didn't have to aim, we just fired into them." A frenchman described the effects of his machine gunners more laconically: "The Germans fell like cardboard soldiers."

Political scientist Jean Elshtain...The First World War...was the "nadir of nineteenth-century nationalism". Mounds of bodies were sacrificed in a prolonged dreadful orgy of destruction. "Trench warfare"... meant "mass anonymous death."

Eksteins discusses the soldiers' behaviour from the perspective of a "sense of duty" and "devotion to the cause of civilisation"...that what we were witnessing in the First World War was "modern state worship," with combatants being "sacrificed to the conflicts of nation-states."

..."the individual must die so that the nation might live"... According to the ideology contained within this phrase, countries exist as entities in their own right, separate and distinct from individuals residing within them. So pervasive is the ideology of nationalism that one must remind oneself when speaking of "France", "Germany" or "America" that these words refer to ideas or concepts created by human beings rather than concrete objects that actually exist. To make a statement like "The individual must die so that the nation might live" is to suggest that countries are living creatures, the preservation of which is more significant or valuable than the preservation of actual human lives.
Sacrificial Acts function to affirm the reality or existence of this sacred object, the nation. Entering into battle may be characterised as a devotional act, with death in war constituting the supreme act of devotion.

Excerpt from letter by George Morillot (died Dec 11, 1914)... "If this letter comes into your hands it will be because I am no more and because I shall have died the most glorious of deaths...Speak of me from time to time as one of those men who have given their blood that France may live and who have died gladly...What matters the life of individuals if France is saved?"

P.H. Pearse, founder of the Irish revolutionary movement upon observing th daily carnage in France "The last sixteen months have been the most glorious in the history of Europe. Heroism has come back to the earth. It is good for the world that such things should be done. The old heart of the earth needed to be warmed with the red wine of the battlefield. Such august homage was never before offered to God as this, the homage of millions of lives given gladly for love of country."

"As a soldier dies so does a nation come alive." This last sentiment is so similar to the Aztec belief that constant sacrifice was necessary for the survival of the universe. Three nations came alive as a result of Gallipoli - New Zealand & Australia carved out identities through the legend of the ANZACs & Turkey was reincarnated as a Republic.

Speaking of war memorials you are now cordially invited to drop for a visit to my home town in Auckland. I had previously forgotten that the full title of our stately museum is in fact the Auckland 'War Memorial' Museum, and indeed the entire top floor is dedicated to war & sacrifice.

Gallipoli is glorified. Until I saw The Sacrifice statue in the memorial in Sydney last year I would not have questioned this. It's part of the story I grew up with.


Ahhh the beauty of war & sacrifice - pretty colours & pretty coloured symbols. The only stains here are the ones on the glass. (Please note no humans were hurt in the making of this display & not a single drop of blood was spilt).

More coloured glass adorns the ceiling with interesting patterns


This stained glass ceiling is situated directly above the Grand Foyer three floors below. Looking down this is what you see.

A ramp hides the top of the design but you can be sure it's there. Wherever you find a memorial there you will find a secret symbols. I asked one of the museum staff what the symbol meant & she had no idea, had never even thought of it before.

Before we leave Auckland & return to where this journey started, I just thought I'd show you some images (from regiments I think) displayed on the walls on the third floor - who wants to play pin the symbol on the country.







Ok so lets return to Hyde Park in Sydney, where this tour first began for me a little over a year ago now. If you remember it was the sight of the statue below which sickened me. The blatant symbolism speaking volumes about what WWI was really all about.


I covered that in the first instalment of The Sacrifice so I won't go through it again here. There are just a few other points I would like to make.

When I went to Sydney I was full of questions but I was a closet questioner. I had not really experienced a sense of something deeper, hadn't shall we say, felt it in my bones. There is a further little story to my ANZAC awakening that I have not mentioned previously. What seemed rather weird then I would take in my stride now.

When I returned to the ANZAC Memorial for my second viewing, that September day something said to me to look at what was beyond the memorial.



I will just remind you that at the opposite (northernmost) end of Hyde park was the Archibald Fountain which I found very unpleasant - my first introduction was this

Obviously there was no hotel rooms to be had, anyway if you go directly south from this couple, you travel quite some way along the 'Avenue of Figs' which eventually leads to the ANZAC Memorial (shown above).

"Have a look' said the voice in my head, "at what lies beyond the memorial" - which made sense to me because if energy was being chanelled down this corridor of Sacrifice, then it would also travel through the open doors of the memorial during the day. So I looked up...


In case the picture is a wee bit fuzzy I'll spell it out for you, it is 'American Express'. So I'd looked & thought hmmm & accepted that this felt important.

Around the east side of the memorial I found this - while you may raise an eyebrow I got more of a 'eureka' feel.


The message begins "Designed to express..." Now I admit at this point my son did the raised eyebrow thing, but then he had not heard my little voice (probably just as well). The use of the word 'express' twice in a very short space of time (combined of course with the little voice) meant that that phrase stayed with me afterwards. I started to notice how frequently it gets used in buinesses & they often have highly symbolic logos.

Some time later I read Ellis Taylor's book "In These Signs Conquer" & he introduced me to the Chi Ro which "are the first two letters in the Greek spelling of the word Christ (Greek : "Χριστός") - in other words 'XP'

It seems the Roman Emperor Constantine had dreams/visions in which he saw this sign & in a two for one deal also got the message "In these Signs, shall you Conquer." As conquering was the 'in' thing, he adopted this as his symbol & went on to kick ass.

So nestling behind the ANZAC WAR Memorial we have the symbol for conquering heroes, I could even tie in the Aztecs here or at least their conquerors the Conquistadors. If we look at conquering by another term - Victory, then we could say that Nike also overshadows this memorial. Perhaps the symbolism is a little clearer now & that eyebrow can be lowered a fraction.

I will finish this tale on a fine little synch. I emailed Ellis Taylor a while ago with the hope that he just might have taken a picture of the plaque shown above, on his visit to Sydney earlier in the year. Two weeks later while browsing the internet I found an image of a stained glass church window in NZ with the XP symbol on it & decided to send it to him. As soon as I had pressed send, back came his email with the image of the plaque I had requested. (Many thanks Ellis)

I could go on but I'm not going to. You probably have homes or jobs to go. This is the last in my series on the Sacrifice, although I have one more article which also came about as a result of my trip to Sydney. Many thanks for coming along on this journey with me.