The last line says it all. 

Justice

The world as everyone now knows is in a huge economic crisis, and for some it's like this economic crisis came out of the blue, but the truth behind all theses lies and all this blinding "bullshit", is that this crisis did not come out of the blue. No, no I know it's hard to believe that around 2.000.000 people on the street without anything was planed, but in the end well the truth is that actually it was. Now thousands of dreams where broken in just one night, thousands cry asking them selfs how will they tell their kids that mama's broke, now thousands see nothing but darkness, now many ask them selfs if they get to live another day? There's no promised land for them, no time, no time to rest, no time to dream, no American Prayer for them.... All they had was lost, all their beliefs faded away in the immensity of their, that darkness that fulls their dreams...
And all of this because of a handful of cold blooded machines , that don't believe any more in men, a handful of cold blooded machines, that believe only in numbers, and that don't really care for their brothers, because if their brothers starve or eat, it doesn't really matter "for them", because at the end of mouth if a hundred starve or if a million starve they don't give a damn because their get their check anyway...
That's the problem, that's the problem, we let the great tool become more then just a tool, we became money's servers and not the other way around, because today, money is not a tool, today the problem isn't about the quantity of money you need to live, it's about the quantity of money you want, because instead of trying to see if there's just a small really small possibility of seeing if maybe, just maybe we have enough money to go around, we always want more and more, blinded by our greed we gave up on our values, we gave up on that necessary glue that keeps us together, and then we ask our selfs why? why? is our world jammed? why? why? is our world dying?...
We made the monster grow, we gave those men the possibilities to use the system and in doing so, destroy the global markets and put the lights out on more then 1 million lives "at least in the US".
Because the goal of this society, of this society in which we live in today, is to get rich quick and damn the consequences, and what's the problem with that attitude? Because in the end those same cold blooded monsters that recked the global economy, like a band of hypocritical bandits, got there gold parachutes anyway ,and the worst thing is that they where fabricated with the money of taxpayers, listen at least it's got the label "made in the USA"...
It's probably one of the last things that will have the honour to wear that label, because now because of those terrorists, the "American Economy" is dying, that's a fact, another fact no one seems to care. For the first time in my life, I thought that the Republicans where right, the day, the Republicans said no to a bailout plan, that assured those terrorists 2 million, no what I'm, I saying sorry... 20 million dollar refuges... So today thousands of tax payers are living a hard, one of the hardest winters in history, others starve on sidewalks of Philadelphia, and you know what others are living the "big life"...
Now where's the justice? Where are the values, that once made a this nation, a great nation, this world a great one? Is that what we are all about? And you cold blooded robber, what do you feel deep down inside? what do you see in the mirror? do you see the faces of those you robbed, of all of those lives your destroyed? of course not, of course not you couldn't care less, because your on a yacht in the middle of beautiful blue southern seas right?...
And really it's not your blame, no it's ours, it's ours, because we gave the power, to such "jackasses" like you, it's our fault to believe in poison fulled men like your selfs.
So a dark, cold, night falls, once again, on Philadelphia, a night in which thousands more will lose everything, a night in which many more will lose the reason they lived for, thousands more will feel bad about looked them selfs in the mirror, a dark cold night falls on humanity, but we now understand, believe me Greenspan, trust me Madoff, we don't believe in green paper anymore, we know that numbers aren't all powerful now, and now we know that your just band of greedy rats.
This not really a bad ending, in the end it was our fault to believe, and to let these men control powerfully all the economy, but this was lesson, a lesson for all of us. Humanity was corrupt by the magic green dollar, no the dollar isn't all mighty, that's for sure. During this last years we lost our way, we got lost and somewhere started heading back, but in the end thank you Madoff, and thanks mr. Greenspan finally you gave us the chance to see the light.



Sky

Dom Juan

Here as I sit, knocked off my feet by a bad cold during a wet rainy day, thoughts spring up about one of my most detested elements of this world: those excessively “pious” people. These come in such a great variety, and as much as I love variety, this isn't the kind I like.

Once, some guys thought that it would be a great idea to take the common people's only source of hope and turn it into their own source of wealth. I can't be too precise to say whom, but I'm sure they shall recognise themselves in my words. They would crush the only value of religion to see if it made gold. Their materialist intentions and desires turn them into monsters of the human race, worse than the worst of crooks and cons. They would abuse the trust of billions of men, women and children just for some sort of compensation. Popoff and his powers, people? And the worst thing about it all is that I'm sure you could never pull out a single string of truth from their mouths, not even to save their own lives because honesty is inexistant in the minds of liars.

Others do pretty much the same thing, but more for special favours and power than money. Wasn't christianity born on the principle of humility? What the hell is the Pope and his esses doing in a huge palace down in their own state? Would it make a big difference to Jesus if his churches were more laden in gold than a top of the charts rapper's toilet?

Some are just all out maniacs who got religion all wrong. Why on earth would God want you to kill others of your kind if supposedly he wants peace? Muhammed got pissed off at some posers checkin' his land, so he decided to get all litterary on their asses and wrote a new rule about getting to kill someone who opposes himself to Muhammed's power. How godly. A group of dudes get in a car, drive up really fast to the motorway, blow themselves up, and for what? Some doubtable hope that you'll get more poon in heaven than on earth?

Wackos got their shit all wrong when they sought out the use of religion as a way to enslave the people and build some sort of common moral values in a society whose's ones weren't good enough for them. I hate quoting communists, but religion really IS the people's opiate. Would those guys still have written a big book if they saw the harm their fantastic foundations to a utopic society did? Maybe they should've thought about making the stories a little less sublte instead of giving people the idea that the first men appeared 10,000 years ago with a couple of candid idiots. What the fuck? Dinosaurs?

I don't know about you, but I think a constitution is a better idea to found a country instead of a fucking science fiction novel.

Get your shit together people.

Red

Hope over Fear

Yesterday a great man stood on a hill, in front of the world, he stood there in depths of winter, whiteness surrounding him, he stood there, like the light that flashes in depths of darkness, he stood there and he said, these simple but incredible words...
Yesterday, the world was reborn, like everyday, only this time around under a new light.
Yesterday, hope triumphed over a besieging fear, a fear that was everywhere on every street, in everyone's mouth, in everyone's mind,and yet yesterday a new light came...

For too long we have stood here in indifference, scared to make a stand, scared to our rightfully rights, since the arrival of Georges W Bush , it was as if America, a nation of so many ideals, a nations of so many beliefs had just faded away, and like accepted it's "faith", as if America's decline was unstoppable, unbeatable, and that the best thing we had to do, was to wash our hands and walk away. And in the end it was probably the easiest thing to do...
Since my youngest age I was always had that sensation that history, belonged to the past, and that no one was making any more in these days, That those great values that make this world such an amazing one where lost forever, and that the future was just a banal word...

Yes before I was like you, many of you, a pessimist, that believed that history, that society was just the grouping of all these human errors, and that ache and everyone of our actions already known to someone, was already programmed by something...
I had no faith, I guess it was the easy way, the fast way, the majority's way, but for sure not the good way...

Yesterday on a "Hill" a man said these words "Hope over Fear" at first sight they may seem banal, and not very important words, but the truth is that these simple, banal words are the words that represent the best in us, that represent that good road, the road on which ride the believers, the men that believe that we can change this world, that we can fight and win, and that for sure never will we give up...
Those 3 words are the words, the motto of a whole thought, the idea that we are more then just simple men named "Niall or Fintan.... etc ", we are voices, we are the transmitters of ideas, we are builders, and changers, revolutionaries that have the power in our selfs to do what we want with this world... For too long, too long we had accepted to believe that there was some superior intelligence that, decided of the evolution of mankind, and that our acts where not of our will, our will had nothing to do with all of it. But in the end, we are the makers of our reality, and even if we all want to accuse this superior intelligence of all the darkness that surrounds us...
It's a hard thing to accept failure, it's a hard thought, the thought of responsibility even I do not know what profoundly it really means, but one thing I'm sure about is that we where or maybe even still are headed down the bad road.
A road of failure, a road on which we have or bring no really big expectation or hope, the time has come to change roads, the time has come to for once in this worlds life, for once in humanity's life walk the steeps we should of walked a long time ago, walk the steeps we promised to walk, scores ago...

For too long, too long, we have accepted just to be an illusion, an appearance of what actually we should be, because that was how it was when we still walked the down the easy road. But something shifted some days ago I felt, I promise you.... Something, somehow happened, we're not on the old road anymore, we feel no fear now, between us, we felt no more cold, because now we know now that "Yes we Can" that there's not real wall that stands between us, there's no real difference between us, nothing that "Math' proves understand? anything that's put in front of us we can surmount, probably the only thing we must really surpass is probably, is this hate, that exists between us. So this is my motto "Hope over Fear" because now there's no going back the time is upon us, the time of hope, and you know why?
Because once a hill was covered in white, no black could even get close to that secrete hill, and today that hill, that house on the top of the hill is black, so now tell me whats impossible.
My Grandmother that lived in San Francisco and had seen times of hope die in rivers of blood, she told me just sometime ago before she died, that I would see, I would see that light that she fought, she told me watch that man take the hill and now never give up on that believe that anything any "damn" thing is possible...

So this post goes out to my grandmother, to my grandfather, because they never got the opportunity to see that great day, but they always knew, they always believed in "Hope over Fear" they believed that no matter what, one day hope would prevail, and now it's my turn to believe, to believe that "yes" if we unite nothing is impossible, so call me a dreamer all ll say is thank you because I am...

Tonight I'm going to walk to the top of that hill to let my Grandmother's ashes rest there for the eternity.

Sky

I concede

I have to agree with my ridiculously optimistic fellow blogger and friend, yesterday WAS a historic moment for all of us. Today a special man will enter a special office and take the reins of a special country.

If he of all men could rise to the power of an entire nation, why not every other citizen? I am not a person too immersed in politics, but I know and knew that Mr the 44th President of the United States of America Barack Hussein Obama II is a symbol of the American Dream, that one's will and determination surpasses all other forces, and that with the pure power of will we can rise to the be who we want to be, regardless of any possible factor existing.

Nothing can stop us being who we want to be, because we have the will to do what we will, and I see that Barack Obama is an adept of Crowley, which greatly raises my esteem in this man who has done so many things to reinforce the Republic he now presides and to enjoy his liberties, even those condemned by the state like some of the “vices” he committed while he was young, which I need not clarify: he is clearly THE final product of the American Dream.

Those who told him when he was once young that he could never achieve what he set to achieve were wrong; they are the antithesis of the freedom hosted in the U.S.A and are worth less than those courageous immigrants who wish to do as they want in a land of opportunity. He is now so much more than he ever believed he could be.

The U.S.A has long been for me the example of an ironic Land of the Free, a land stolen by brute force and violence from the humble hands of millions of natives of their own land, victims of a genocide cast onto them by the conquerors of a new world. Finally, with the arrival of Mr Obama as head of the American government the image of the U.S.A has been quite redeemed in my eyes, by this man who's esteem would have been so low in the eyes of so many ignorant people and is now raised to a legendary statute.

Let us see if Mr Obama has not delivered yet another dream to be deceived and fulfills his promises. I don't really trust in politicians...

CHANGE

When the sun lifts through the darkness of the night, on the 20th of January 2009, a new world will be born. Once upon a time somewhere on a hill in Washington D.C, in front of the statue of Lincoln a young brave, brilliant African-American, made a speech, he said that he had a dream, and that for that dream he would make the ultimate sacrifice. Martin Luther King Jr died 40 years ago, but through out those 40 years his dream seemed dying slowly in to the deep darkness, that blinds us and keeps us from seeing the promised land. Once in a speech Martin Luther King Jr talked about that promised land, but the difference between MLK and the rest of those who talked of that promised land, is that more then anyone MLK fought for that dream, the dream of one day getting to that promised land together as he said as one people.

Before the drawing of dawn on the 20th my home didn't quite look, like it looks like today, before dawn, there was not one united America, there was many America's, one that lived in great poverty just because the colour of their skin was "Black" or that their native language was Spanish. Before dawn on the 20th of January 2009 nothing was the same, our beliefs where different, our values, who's talking about values, we didn't have values, we where consumed by the greed, and blinded by power, we didn't really know what was our goal in life, we lived like a leaf in the wind. We would walk down streets, and see the homeless and ignore our brother because he was of another colour, we talked about great things, we talked about the "dream" and yet we didn't really understand the meaning of all of it. Before the United States of America, where just merely a word without any real signification .

Before I remember one night, on the red hot streets of Birmingham, two "blacks" where killed just because, for the killers their lives didn't mean that much because they where Black, because as the killers said they where "Negroes", before in the south African-Americans where lynched just because they tried to get a education, all the nation lived in separation, in the nation there where two worlds, one for the "Whites", and one for the "Blacks", one in which all the "American Dream" was a possibility and another where the simple dream of living in nice neighbourhood, in a nice house, with a garden and a dog was an impossibility. Before dawn the American Dream was but an illusion, a abstract thought, something for some, nothing for some others, paradise for some, hell for others.

But in the deep Darkness of night, just before the rising of the sun, a calling came, a calling for the most profound of our souls, probably similar to the calling that called our ancestors to declare independence, similar to the calling that called upon a generation of northerns to sacrifice all for the liberty of their "Black Brothers", a calling that came from a hill, a hill back in 1963 a hill in Washington, a calling that said that the dream was still there, that it wasn't the dream that was giving up on us, but rather us that where giving up on the dream. We tried to shut that damn calling up, and yet the more we tried the louder it sounded, it came like waves, it ask us to believe once again in the possibilities, in what once made this nation, the nation of possibilities.

And in the depths of the dark night that, had consumed our nation a movement was born, a movement that called out the best of us, the best of our values, it ask us to believe, believe that we weren't that different, that really we all just wanted a better life, and better dreams for our kids, that deep down no matter what colour we wear, no matter what god we believe in, our will is the same, our will is in the end a good one, and that together we could brave the dark night, that together we could make the dawn come, and together even one of most impossible of dreams could come true.

And like a blast came the 4th of November 2008, and that day proved us right, that the sun was hided there behind those dark clouds, the 4th of November, was like a rebirth, as if our country was reborn, and us with it. That day changed me for ever, it changed my vision of the world, because before like many of you I believed, that, well that there was no real need to dream big, because the bigger your dream, the harder you fall back to reality, but that day showed me that reality is not an inflexible thing, that's there to keep you down, no, on the 4th of November we made reality, Yes we did.

So on the 20th of January, I will probably cry, come and see if you want but the truth is that there are rare moments, they are rare, because their rarity, is their to prove to us that no matter what, the world still is a wonderful place in which you make and break everything. On the 20th of January all those pessimists with be "shut-uped" once and for all. All those that said that this day was never possible, will know that anything is possible, and all those impossibilities will become possibilities, when Obama becomes the 44th president of United States of America, we like end the terrible civil war that has consumed us since 1864, and with his presidency, together as a people we will reach the promised land.
BELIEVE IT.

Sky

What we are

At first, there was nothing but silence and darkness. There was nothing but oppression, the oppression of crushed possibilities, of rubble instead of walls, of chaos instead of order. Silence had imposed it's weighty reign and darkness had shadowed everything.

But then my eyes opened wide, they opened now, then or later; my eyes, they were white and glowing through the eternal night of cold and calm. Like a failing breath on a feathered bed of death darkness fell away and out of naught, out of the purest of necessities came light.

Light like an explosion, rushing through everything, giving to all the beauty and the divine grace of shapes and colours. The shapes, they drew around me, shaped as I could only be shaped, solidifying me and that which was around me. There were shapes around me, light years away but at the same time so close. There was no ground, there was no sky, just blinding light like a photograph that went horribly right, and our eyes and silhouettes gently protruding out.

The colours burst forth in a universal infinity of shades and shapes, writhing around our defined but yet to be outlined bodies, tickling our subtle skin, flying through the air, ripping around like ferocious lightning, lashing at us in strokes that gave us life, as if those colours were being applied to us by a painter with an unexperienced hand.

The colours were still flying around us when I saw that there were others around me. At that moment, out of highest of ethers, into the inferno and absolute chaos came a straight, inexorable booming bush of mauve sound, pounding into us, blinding us at first, and then we saw the world under a different light, we saw ourselves and that we were not the only ones; “that” truly existed. The sky and the ground appeared: rainbows of intense colours tore out of the shiny silver sea, whose blues were occupied by all the brightness of life. Shimmering shoals of fish flew into the airs and birds of an angelic purity planed above the gorgeous, solid ground. Trees of brown essence emerged out of the fresh, lush, green ground and bore fruits as numerous as the colours of light.

We were glorious; divine children of the sun, beautiful in our golden nudity, victorious in our proudest of stances, for we were guilty of nothing and innocent of everything. We looked at each other, and smiled.

Then that which threw light at our divine figures turned into a burning yellow ball of fire and lust. We roasted in splendour beneath it's golden haze, and the heat kept us snug and warm like a woman's adoring embrace. We were gently lifted down to the ground, and poised ourselves to observe the life around us.

And so the burning ball gently descended fingers above the sea and the light it spawned was mauve and glazed, illuminating our figures in a weaker light, making our pupils bigger so as to see better the ones around us. Interest came to mind, intentions formed, desire became and lust decided. Under a soft purple roof the time of loving had come.

Things happened to our bodies, our hearts beating faster as every moment came and went. Our eyes widened, our skins turned moist, and all we could see was the object of our sweet, unspoiled desire, caked in the water and sand, with eyes piercing through us like arrows.

We understood these were emotions, and that they were what we lived for. We lived for this moment, and we lived for every moment there ever was.

The globe of hazy fire then, in a moment of utmost singularity, suddenly plunged into the sea, ripping into the freezing distances and disappearing from view. Any fascination that we had for it vanished, and we were now fully aware of that which lay before us, that beautiful thing, that marvellous creation.

The ball had turned pale and we could see the reflection of it's downward fall through water in the sky, and to illuminate it's path in a little comforting light stars came in sight and fired up like miniatures of the one they were shining down on. The fire of our desire kept us hot and steamy throughout the night if having each other was not enough, which it was.

A vast radiant beach and a cool jeweled moon: the sand seeps into our senses, the wind caresses our bodies that were being held as we held the other, the perfect half. We laughed like toddlers at the delight we experienced, we knew this was right, this was meant to be.

And then it happens. The annihilating emotion that blows it's way into our life, thought, reality, dreams, whatever, burning holes, leaving it's mark and leaving us looking for more.

We are now children of the moon, and we set sail into the sea of time and space, diving into our intentions, swimming through the elements and carrying with us that mellow yellow streak of nostalgia time has eventually given us.

Here's to the Electric Feel.

Red 

Free Fallin'

Oppressors came in to my room today, they are everywhere now at days, they came from the sea to take me away, and usually no one really fights against them, it's like food, it's became a necessity, I guess. I guess, I write to in some strange way liberate myself from theses Oppressors, that live all around me, that live in my T.V., and in my P.C, many people don't even notice them because they are so evident, there allover the place, telling us how to think, and what to do, and everybody I guess just fallows, without really saying anything. Because people think that, that's the way the world is, that's the way things are. But ask your selfs is that the way things should be?

The Question, is "Who are we?", I don't really no what the answer to that important question, all I know is that I will never give in to the society that let's it's children die under the fire of guns and of bombs, and how about if since the start of time we have, got it all wrong, and how about if our society was but just a corrupt error, of these Oppressors, I came down from the Sky today, after a long stay, and I ask myself, why?, why?, can't our world, our society look more like the sky? why?

Once a wise man, in the sky told me that all of this, all, the hopes, the fears, the unions, and the things that disunite us, the things that make us happy, the things that force us in to depression, in to hate was all an illusion, that all of this was but an illusion created by man, created by mind, he told me that destiny was not an inflexible thing, and that more then we believed in him, he believed in us, and that in the mourning it wasn't him that brought dawn it was us, and that in the end the only thing that shaped the world, was the belief we had in our selfs, and more importantly the belief we had in ache other, he then told me that the time had come to belief not in him anymore, but yes in our selfs. And he pushed me out of the sky, he made me fall....

And well I was free, free falling, I saw all that we had done, all the errors. First of all I saw the greed that had consumed our societies, that greed that blinded us, that had made us forget our neighbour, that had made us forget that actually that poor man that was there sited on the eagle of the curve was actually our brother, the greed that made us always want more and more, that made kill our brother for more, the greed that consumed us and that had pushed us to kill our mother, our sister, our girlfriend, for more. That greed that made us lose our values, that made us lose those timeless values, that are the values of love, solidarity.

And well I was free, free falling, I saw all that we had done, all the errors. I saw a man, a man who was fired for no real reason, just because he was black, and that we where in a crisis due to greed. That same had 4 kids and wife, he had a good life instill that day actually, but that night he found himself on the streets, with nothing to eat, not wanting to go home, to show his family that he was a failure, so he committed suicide, so that night well 4 kids lost a father, 4 kids that lost there life, the wive later committed suicide because, well for her there was nothing left to live for.

And well I was free, free falling, I saw all that we had done, all the errors. I saw men, women, children, in some sort of camps because, well some said they weren't like the others and so did not have the same right to life, so they where stocked like animals, and periodically killed one by one, just because they were Jews, I saw amongst those helpless faces, my grandfathers face, and I couldn't do anything, I could but stand there, and watch.

And after that I felt like, all the bones in my body where broken, I felt like suicide, I felt like nothing mean anything more, and then I found myself in the streets of Baghdad, in the streets of Kabul, then in the homeless full streets of downtown Lisbon, and a voice didn't stop saying in my head "This dead body is your grandfather's", "This homeless man sited in the harsh cold of the winter is your grandfather".

After some free falling I came back to the sky and in front of me stood the old wise man, he looked at me with his wide eyes and he said have "you leaned?", "do you know ?"

And now I know that behind the clouds there is a light that will soon shine on us, because today the oppressors came into my room, but I fought them, they lost, because now I know, I know what's right, I've got just one life. And life is about standing ones ground, fighting for what we feel deep down in our blood, for what we know deep down is right. Life is a fight it is a fight for what's right, it's a fight against, the oppressing powers that surround us. It's the fight to get through the mist of life, through the mist the hides the promised land, because a land form which honey flows like rivers exists I know it now, I know how to get there too, I leaned all of that when I was free falling , I know now that ache and everyone of you is a part of "me", like I'm a part of you , and that we are a part of "us" and that without one of you I am incomplete, and this is my fight making this world look a little bit more like the sky, making this world look like paradise.

And well I was free, free falling I saw that land that so many had talk to me about, I saw that land where nothing is needed, and where all are needed, that land in which everyone is free , free falling, a land in which a sweet air fulls our lungs, a land in which, we will feel no cold, in which ache and everyone will believe, believe, not in money, or in hate, ache and every one will believe in "us" in ache and everyone of "us".

Sky
Here your International moment of Zen.... enjoy.......

There's more than one side to the coin, you know...

As I passionately take pleasure in the art of procrastination and lounging out a wet day, thoughts blast out of naught. So randomly comes to mind the degradation of the human race, and how far we sink with each passing moment. Rules have been raised to keep our sense of morality up, but it seems that those rules vary from region to region, as I have noticed in my various trips.

When rules collide with other rules, you know something is wrong and if it keeps up that way some serious damage will be wrought. Cultures prone different values to other cultures, it is understandable, but as, for the first time ever, a civilization encompassing the world (thanks to high speed telecommunication) we should have the duty of ending one curse, suffering.

But do we? What a dream. Wished for by billions of hearts and minds, it's just a prayer that won't ever fall on through to the other side. We've been in existence since the beginning of consciousness, we've had the time, why haven't we stopped it yet?

Because we don't want stop it. In the deepest ditch of humanity lies the actions of irrationality. Push someone over the edge and he'll lose his head. Greed, hate and fear are feelings as natural to us as joy and indifference. We constantly attempt to better ourselves as humans under the rights of Thelema for we have the will to do so, but those so called “vices” are completely impossible to eradicate because they are just part of us.

The greedy capitalist slob dominates his world and the communist angel wants to end his reign of tyranny, but in the darkest gutter of his heart he has other intentions than to do good. Freud gave us the gift of the sub-conscious but those negative “unconscious thoughts” filter on through. Desires are often left unscathed by our mind control, so why should the desire of power be repressed? If others in the perfect capability of doing so wished to see suffering end, why is it not ended yet?

As nature intended do what thou wilt is the one and only law, the law of survival that perpetrates our safe and sound moral values. Good and bad have and must coexist. Suffering, no matter how much effort we give to it's demise, is forever. Even in the day that the stricken arise there shall be suffering. It's like that and that's the way it is.
Huh!

Red

The Road to Perdition

Somebody told me this morning, that Israel had just declared a "Cease Fire" in the conflict against Gaza. The "Smell", that horrible smell of death, blasted through my door into my room, I couldn't sleep anymore. The "Smell", that terrible smell consumed my wildest dreams, I couldn't stand there in front of the T.V. so I came up here to think, I came up here beyond those "red clouds", that fell like mist on my home today, I came up here to where the sky is always blue.
Today in the morning someone told me, that Israel had won, that it was over. In the morning I heard the Israeli prime minister, talk from his save office, that the "Tzahal" had won their war. I then heard from up here that actually it was the "Hamas" that had won, and then I decided to go take a walk down the streets of Gaza to see the truth for myself.

So I came down from my "Sky" to walk amongst those, people in need of Gaza. From where I had heard, the word victory, I saw but loss, destruction, rubble. And form the people that where supposed to be "conquered and helpless" I heard but words of hate, and plans of revenge. Israel may of bombed Gaza back to the stone age, the truth is very different on the ground. When Israel started this war, they said one simple thing "at least they thought that they where saying one simple thing" , they said that they would fight a war, a war for peace. But sorry for you buddy that just doesn't exist. So when on 27th of December 2008, the Israeli bombs came roaring down on the "Strip", nothing had really changed on the ground, except that now more then ever Hamas position of "destroying" the state of Israel was reinforced by ache and every falling bomb. So I guess that from the first day in, Israel's war was already lost, but can we really say that Hamas won the war?

No I guess we can't, because from walking with the people of the "blood fulled" streets of Gaza, I know now that a killer wave had came and washed away everything they believed in, washed away their lives, now they stand there in the middle of the rubble, of was once there home, where once they felt save from all the invasions that life could bring, with the corpses of there loved ones around them, they now have nothing to feel , nothing to cry for, nothing to love, no want for peace, the only will they have, they only will that now keeps them living, is that will, that belief, that one day they will revenge, revenge those lifeless corpses that surround them.
No one has won, and once again this war shows us just how fragile our lives are, and just how inutile war is. Because today after a war that was supposed to protect the people of Israel, Israel is more then ever in danger, this war just showed us once again that it's time for rupture, between us the new generation, and those dying ages old politics that still keep their dying grip on us, on the people of the world.

It's like, all the values that we once believed in just died away, with those bombs that fell on Gaza and with those rockets that fell on Ashkelon, I never really believed in anything, the only thing I believed in was in the Humans, in Human progress, I believed once that actually that History really meant something, but the truth is that now I do not believe in anything any more, I do not know where to turn, I can not turn to what we called the civilized world, because well they sat there in their comfortable houses, in their peaceful land, and watched on CNN, and on BBC what was happing in a far away land, they couldn't care less if there was 100 or 1000 dead because for them it was just numbers.

We are on the road to perdition and this war, just showed me that we are already well headed down that dark road, does humanity have any real values anymore? do we love our neighbour anymore? I guess not, because we are all hostages of easiness, of that easiness that modern society has forced on us, that, that "easy" society of consummation that does treat human beings like numbers, like possibilities, possibilities of buyers, that why this world is so **** up, because we don't know who we are anymore, we don't know what we believe in anymore.

The answer to that important question is probably that the only thing we have to believe in is our selfs, this mourning I heard a man say that the people of Gaza are the hostages of the Hamas and he was right, but aren't we all hostages, hostages of this society? Aren't we all just treated like numbers?

I went back to the sky, they didn't accept me, they told me that "too many sins my people had committed", but I don't care anymore because I don't believe in the sky anymore, I don't believe that one supernatural will come and save me, from all this fire and rage, the only thing I believe in, is in "you", is in "us", the time has come they told me before leaving the sky, to go, to the sea, to go into the sea wash away your sins, give yourself up to the wave, let the wave surround you, let the wave consume you, then stay there on the wet sand of the beach, stay there instill you feel your heart pounding through out you body, pounding on your bones, stay there and then at dawn come back to the sky.

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Here your International Moment of Zen

Hope

Today the day has risen under a red sky. “Red sky in the morning, sheperds warning” says the old proverb. And yes, it is raining, maybe in my part of the world but that's enough to see the world under a new light.

Hope has always been for me a word that conveys two possibilites rather than one. It is a word like “maybe” in my eyes. Maybe good shall come, maybe bad shall come. Like a flip of the coin, like a roll of the barrel. Inexorably the possibilities surge forwards and consideration isn't always given equally to both. You may live your life candidly but I assure you pessimism is right behind your back.

But you shouldn't. Doom is only doom if absolutely no possibilities lie awaiting. The legions of Israel may not crush the Palestinian state into a cake of blood and mortar; the Palestinian student who courageously filmed scenes of his home town lying in rubble and grief may live yet to see peace in his state: factors come and go yet leave their mark on what is to come.

Maybe the so called Land of God's Children shall never see other days than those whence it's land is soiled by the blood of the innocent and guilty. Maybe Shalom and Assalamu Alaikum shall never come.

The power of possibility is what makes the world go round and people around the world. Never will we see the other side to a possibility. Life is full of them, and some lead to a place where there are none. Be careful and watch your step.

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Music

Oh, music. Ageless as sound, yet never dating. What mishaps shall you spurt out next, some wonder? I don't know. And I certainly don't want to know.

Every century you manage to vomit out yet another putrid offspring that will attempt to bite the hand that feeds. Your womb is always swollen, yet most do not notice. Some do, and fear the worst abomination ever conceived.

But sometimes it isn't. Thankfully, sometimes it is content with being just another carbon copy of another carbon copy, a monument to plagiarism without wishing so. And then they praise it. They praised Wolfmother for sucking on savaged Led Zeppelin's teats long after menopause, they certainly shall do so again for other examples of the art of anti-art.

Creativity is an ambiguous term. You'd want to believe that making noise punk with a washing machine and a wall makes you creative; no, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fool compared to those who are held high in regard for they have nurtured their existing influences and twisted them into a product of their own!

Often, totally chaotic cacophony is laud by some whilst the very same is abhored by others who extol yet another proof of organised pandemonium through sound. What counts is not the ear of the auditor but the eye of the beholder, and a paradox is a big black spot on the white wall. Thus, the blind rely on hearing, and if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall in the ditch (good old Matthew). You catch my drift?

Values are protected sonically but only for the interest of the host. Thus the latter is lured like a fish to a daring piece of worm. Some, naive, play the good guys, hoping for a bigger hit of attention, some, retarded adolescents or marketing geniuses, do the exact opposite, wishing for the same. And they get it, because controversy is like sweet and sour pork, and everyone wants the action on sweet and sour pork!

Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe music is worth so much more than I can criticise. Maybe I'm so right that those eloquent comments I serve come with a bitter taste, because truth is bitter. Maybe it's a theme to be further developed. Who knows? No one knows. I might throw you another cream pie one of these days. Just watch out.

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Somewhere along the way, humanity lost it's way, the dark now besieges the day, the result of getting too high on information, as if today all those values that once upon a time our founding fathers had, had vanished away. Today "Humans" cry, morn,die for no real reason, where are the heroes? Where are the believers? Today bombs fall on the streets of Gaza, a civil war rips apart the weak limbs of H.I.V infected Africa, and yet here I was just 20 minutes ago sited in front of my computer, thinking about such inutile stuff, questions like "does she love me?".

Live is about marks, the only thing that we learn about is marks, the marks of those great "Heroes" that forever left their mark on the world pattern, but the truth is that today am I leaving a mark? Is my generation leaving a mark? "oohhh another bomb just hit Gaza just another 5 young potential fulled futures destroyed is glimpse of an eye."

I write because I believe that it is the only way to fight, my sort of war, my crusade for justice. Because more then ever before, in these dark times we need justice, but no where I turn I see justice. I do not see justice for that lady that worked more then hard all her live that believed in the wried thought, wried ideal called the "American Dream" but that from one day to another because of some numbers in Wall Street she was fired and founded herself on the street two kids in her hands and yet nothing to eat. There is no justice for the Israeli Arab that was promised that if he fought for his country "Israel" and he sacrificed everything for it, his family would finally have the right to be citizens of the nation "Israel" that where born and in which they lived all their lives in, that young courageous man gave his life that day on the battlefield for it, the word was never honoured. There is no justice for that young kid that was born in starving Darfur, or for that "Latino" that was deported for America after 30 years of serving it.

So this is the really fight, this is the mark I must leave, as if some supernatural force called on me to do what was right.

Humanity has maybe lost it's way, but even in the darkest hours of our existence there will still be a light that will shine behind the dark red clouds, and if we know that, that light is there, that light is possibility, there just maybe, just maybe there is still a possibility that we just have what it takes in us, to surmount this insurmountable "say they" mountains, and see through to a clear sky. Because I know that there is a promised land there beyond those dark mountains that are covered by those dark clouds. Live is but a dream, we make what want of it, and this means that everything that divides us as human beings from our supreme gold which is getting to that promised land is but pure invention, our invention, the truth is that we are not different, because no matter what god we pray when the dark is closing in, our prayers are all the same, when we find our selfs in times of trouble, that feeling we have deep, down, inside our bones is the same, when we find our neighbour, the one with whom we sheared timeless moments, the one that always lived beside us, the one that was there to help us in times of need, dead amongst the rubble of his, of our, bombed house, we all feel that invasion of immense sadness, but at the same time a sadist will of revenge. We in the end are all the same, and the truth is that if we want it or not we must live together.

So the time was come, the time has come, it is time for change, the time to break the bridges with the past have come, the time to break the bridges with the past generations is here now, because we can wait no more, we must wait no more, because even this article that I am writing with all my heart, and all my will, has actually just been another 30 minute period of my life, just another 30 deaths due to war, sickness, and other curable things, another 30 minute period in which I did nothing to help. So the time has come to once and for all sacrifice, sacrifice spirit and body, will and mind, to this revolution that will blast your mind, blast this world to the place where it should be, blast like a bomb of peace, a little bit of "Sky", little bit of paradise to the whole world.

Change is upon us when dawn comes on the 18th of January 2009, this world will be another one, a new one, finally we shall be a world united under a "Red Sky"

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