"INTERMITTENT SIGNAL."

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Thatcher caused rich businesses and 'baptised' the stock broker belt. All the young dudes have lives full of great fitness and they all buy into firm fitness and 'handle' inconvenient glitches. Conversational charades and hot topics prove to the players that they're right to see a beautiful person staring back from the mirror. Reality must be just as it is, as 'all' have been switched on. Was Thatcher informed by the work of Mengele? By contrasting the withs with the withouts, and the greatest withs with the destitutes, are some yuppies joining the withs in the belief that they 'help' others by becoming rich and wealthy? Thatcher is a bitch: a curse on her house. The special gift possessed by the nouveau riche is appropriate 'husbandry' of the poor to ensure they will never again rise on the back of a famine or exuberant expectatons. It does seem that the spell cast by the bitch has been played out from the heart of new labour. Nowhere near enough of the underclass can figure all of this out, too busy scraping up a pound for rizlas. Who in the military deals with the taliban about how much heroin gets to the streets of UK?

Z,

Sunday, February 14, 2010

My team at work, worked on teamwork last Monday. In my team role as a "Plant", the colleague with a tsunami of worked up new ideas, I played around, with my team, experimenting with each others attributes, written down on yellow post-its. A woman arranged all of our gifts in concentric circles with secret attributes enticingly protected by a small circle of overlapping post-its.

In such a close-quarters, sublime few moments of creativeness, what I saw on the A1 sheet of paper, was a lotus flower with petals that persisted in opening.

As a little bit of a mystic, the image of this beautiful flower forever revealing its secrets, took me to the writing of a self-made mystic called Douglas Baker. In beautiful prose and exquisite illustrations, I learnt an early lesson about the Ego of a disciple.

He taught that there exists an 'egoic lotus' whereby our selves become so deep in time as the petals unfold, that we prepare ourselves for our egos inperturbable acceptance of self-actualisation.

I had an early exposure to mysticism through reading many books and although I avoid alot of the deeper paths, I see no more usefulness in playing the sceptics card.

Z.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

SOUL

Funny how "credit crunch" as an expression, has been hurried away, dumped in the spin doctors' recycle bins. Quiet have gone the grumblings about rich people's bonusses and multibillion bail-outs of the banks. Of course things need to 'chill out' before the prols come aknocking at the door of the Bank!

When it is time to lob currant buns and teacakes out to parliament square, that's when les Boys fall back on the claims for expenses so at last that high class moat is built around the Mother.

Now we have seen Les Boys jacking up the fruits of the Afghan Calamity, playing at their devious little games of cowboys and indians, I crave so pointlessly for news of the arms dealers and Walmart's own brand of one minute soup.

Still, I guess we'll all laugh about it in years to come. Saying stupid things is the speciality of the very young and the very old. I do it because I don't give a fuck.

We are a bit of a quirkey lot, us people. Two weeks in Espagne and Sunday stripteaze? Yes please!

Z.