The carpenter is branching out...

I have decided to publish a new occasional blog. Read about it here. A carpenter from Nazareth will still be active, but the other site will be a bit more...niche.

The stowaway

Halt your vital search elsewhere for that great illusionist, God. Turns out he was already on board all along.

He is in the cargo hold, hiding among the baggage.

In order to find him you only have to remove the baggage. Of course he could be in one of the pieces, so each item must be opened, pulled apart, the contents strewn around.

Once the baggage is removed, the stowaway is not there. There is only empty space - nothing.

It is in the very act of removing the baggage that the truth is revealed...

Relax - you're already dead

The individual life is wafer thin. Hours and minutes and seconds are peeled off like sheaves of paper and blown away in the breeze. Looking back everything is a distant memory. We can barely remember anything, and what we can remember we struggle to remember accurately. We are only left with residual feelings and emotions, and even these may not be true. We are casting an eye over our own demise.

Every minute has passed away. The walk from one destination to another has happened and is no more. A muddy footprint like a memory is the only evidence of where you have been, not where you are right now. Just mud on the floor, footprints in the rain, even they will disappear. A scent a dog might follow, this too will disipate.

The only thing that exists is right now; this very moment. This instant.

You can not die if you are already dead. Do you believe in life after death? You have nothing to fear. Do you believe death is non-existence? Then you will never die. You are not dead tomorrow, for if you were, you would no longer remember this very moment of being alive. You are aware of being alive this very moment - then do the same tomorrow.

It only matters if we are anxious about time running out. Time can run out no more than life can. Life does not run out. Life is. I am. We can no more imagine life ending than we can imagine life beginning. What was there before life began?

Life is for ever.

What is the purpose of life?

Life has got itself in to a spot of bother. It has turned down a blind alley; got itself in to an endless loop; it is a stuck record, skipping on a scratch; it needs to sit itself down in a corner and give itself a damn good talking to.

Jon Rappoport: The secret at the bottom of psychiatry’s rabbit hole

Retract every one of the 297 mental disorders. Erase their names. It’s over. There is no proof any of these disorders exist. They only have the status of fictions. Psychiatry doesn’t have some special dispensation to do “a different brand of science.”
Read the whole article by Jon Rappoport: The secret at the bottom of psychiatry’s rabbit hole.

Derrick Jensen: Beyond Hope

When you give up on hope, something even better happens than it not killing you, which is that in some sense it does kill you. You die. And there’s a wonderful thing about being dead, which is that they—those in power—cannot really touch you anymore. Not through promises, not through threats, not through violence itself. Once you’re dead in this way, you can still sing, you can still dance, you can still make love, you can still fight like hell—you can still live because you are still alive, more alive in fact than ever before. You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.
Read the rest of Beyond Hope, by Derrick Jensen.

Carol Black: Occupy Your Brain

Once learning is institutionalized under a central authority, both freedom for the individual and respect for the local are radically curtailed. The child in a classroom generally finds herself in a situation where she may not move, speak, laugh, sing, eat, drink, read, think her own thoughts, or even use the toilet without explicit permission from an authority figure. Family and community are sidelined, their knowledge now seen as inferior to the school curriculum. The teacher has control over the child, the school district has control over the teacher, the state has control over the district, and increasingly, systems of national standards and funding create national control over states. In what should be considered a chilling development, there are murmurings of the idea of creating global standards for education – in other words, the creation of a single centralized authority dictating what every child on the planet must learn.
Read the rest of this article, and find out more about Carol Black's film, Schooling The World.