Clean air blue skies clear waters sparkling silver flounder peachy marmored mermaids stocky muscled warriors bronzed on timber lusting through my virgin veins in silky wedded sheets of bambus covers – this I dream and create in thought to live a life a human can in twilight with the smallest sprout I find at Migros-City.

I’ve cut the Wireless and switched-off the i-pod to see first hazel juice upon my child’s tugged-up Barbie in plastic legs around my stockings bent to cobra cows of arching dogs in sunny Florida on a hot sandy strip of scotch.

Zuerisee and my inner drive

People will most likely choose naïvety and to be gullible, before burdening their minds with thinking for their own.  It is easy and safe, to believe the mainstream media and the mainstream folks.  This we cannot change and we are too many people on this earth – fact. We have multiplied ourselves and are now the greatest virus threat our planet has ever seen.  What is happening to us is happening through natures influence over us, to save its own self – the earth or balance within our colorful galaxy.

I have started to take more serious Rumba lessons and find the connection to understanding better the culture of other lands, in leaving out the words whilst allowing the parquet to transmit the moves, to transmit the movement, to transmit the motivation I choose well.  There are many ways to learn, find your rhythm and practice until it hurts.  To become the expert within myself, comes first to seeing the expert in others and realising no experts exist but in your head – the masters know all but nothing to the novice who has it all – a head of him.

Rumba one step at a time

Negroni

If war is the trigger to “success” in modern times, going on as long as man has walked upright on this earth, what better way than to call it this the same.  It is actually, “War on Kings of Corruption” to put force accurately where its origins may be found.  The objectives of Tavistock, to keep us disengaged and more, reflected well in daily life inside and outside our homes, need first be combated constructively.  The key is to unite globally, as the Kings have done dynamically and traditionally for as long as history has taken notice.  The next is an unconditional committment and trust in oneself.  The next is to boycott all the Kings have produced and to stop payments for that already bought and used in.  Leave the debts to the Bauers and the Land to the People.

Call it “War on Corruption” first, the next I know not, now!

War on Corruption

“Lang bei Hofe, lang bei Höll’!

Dort wärmt sich mancher gute Gesell!

So wie ich bin, bin ich mein eigen; Mir soll niemand eine Gunst erzeigen.

Was willst du dich der Gunst denn schämen? Willst du sie geben, musst du sie nehmen.

Willst du die Not des Hofes schauen: Da wo dich’s juckt, darfst du nicht krauen!

Wem der Redner zum Volke spricht, Da wo er kraut, da juckt’s ihn nicht.

Hat einer Knechtschaft sich erkoren, Ist gleich die Hälfte des Lebens verloren; Ergeb’ sich was da will, so denk’ er, Die andere Hälft’ geht auch zum Henker.

Wer sich in Fürsten weiss zu schicken, Dem wird’s heut oder morgen glücken; Wer sich in den Pöbel zu schicken sucht, Der hat sein ganzes Jahr verflucht.

Wenn dir der Weizen bei Hofe blüht, So denke nur, dass nichts geschieht; Und wenn du denkst, du hättest’s in der Scheuer, Da eben ist es nicht geheuer.

Und blüht der Weizen, so reift er auch, Das ist immer so ein alter Brauch; Und schlägt der Hagel die Ernte nieder, ‘s andre Jahr trägt der Boden wieder.

Wer ganz will sein eigen sein, Schliesse sich in Häuschen ein, Geselle sich zu Frau und Kindern, Geniesse leichten Rebenmost Und überdies frugale Kost, Und nichts wird ihn am Leben hindern.

Du willst dem Herrscher dich entziehn? So sag, wohin willst du denn fliehn? O nimm es nur nicht so genau! Denn es beherrscht dich deine Frau, Und die beherrscht ihr dummer Bube, So bist du Knecht in deiner Stube.”

Much wisdom spoken well in those lines past ages a-go.  But or rather just so, for means of “order” I do rule with words understood to make the others move in tune to mother’s latest wish.

Stock those red bricks neatly

Count your space ships nightly

Eat you local veggies daily

Save on nothing but your belly…

dance for your life

The Economist seems to withhold valuable information and prefers to print-out news rephrased for some unknown cause. The Federal Reserve Bank (see your comments in last issue on Business this week) has been a privately owned and run bank, since its founding more than 100 years ago.  It prints money  and charges interest for self-serving purposes.  A full research can be found in its documentary “The Money Masters”, a simple plain documentary – for some naïve for others hurting for others revealing and still for others, insane.

It is insane, our world and to what extent our own species has evolved out of it, on this fragile planet.  Emotions may be fulfilling and essential to human development, but it has been at a huge cost, if not huge sacrifice to nature.  We visit friends across the earth to feed our emotions, we make children to respect our emotions and honour our egos, we buy homes, cars, clothes, all sorts of materials to feed our emotions, we never think twice whilst buying great things at highest cost to our environment in its production and to the space its end product utilizes, because we are fulfilling our emotions to keep sane.  So what is wrong with insanity?

The economist seems to be a bought paper and telling all but the real and troubling truths which are necessary to know but uneasy to take.  At our pace of living with our so touchy emotions, life for us humans on earth will become useless for the money we’ve made by keeping to our soothing lies of profits from those feeding us some worthless printed notes of never to be paid back debts.

Be brave now to speak the truth and research the facts.  The Economist need not enslave themselves, but rather keep to its very first committment of existence – the committment each one of us carries to our grave and our last bit of energy may bring to space.

gogofish

garn

Every morning a new debt is paid. Every minute a new debt is made. Every man a new woman laid.

Have a sweet day…