aliens, egyptian magic, shamanism, acid.........

i would like to lay down in a field in the middle of nowhere and just dream away, dream out till i disconnect from reality , sleep and dream till hunger and thirst force me from my enchantment, then i would stagger , immersed in visions, to my tent , eat and drink then sleep and dream more, to get past these blocks that have grown out of modern life and how we have ended up living. so far we have strayed, the fun is hollow and pointless, immature even, there is no time for reflection in the hustle and the bustle, and the eyes grow dim and close........so i would rather go out into the nature and close them willingly, with no distraction, and give myself a chance, to open out in some form of splendour which is the result of being attuned, to the heartbeat of the earth.nature, you are still there, i apologise that i havent been with you for a while, but remember my essence and my past dreams, and enfold me once again, when i return to you.......

illegal raves

i know it was a long time ago, so long ago that it feels like another incarnation, but such fun was had, such ground covered, psychologically, spiritually, chemically!!!!!i am talking about the free raves of the late 80s and early 90s, i am talking of that moment when one witnessed a tribe of humans united and moving to the trance beat like a unified shoal of fish or flock of birds. cyber shamans, magicians! i remember the police choppers overhead, the tribal faces, the spirals, the energy. i can see why they stopped them even though i wish they hadnt, surely these colourful events were prefferable to the drunken anarchy we witness in cities today, was it worth it government people? was it worth spoiling the party for the sake of fear and control? are your dreams really so dull......cctv, fear, restriction, monitoring, is that all you are about? why? what is the point! are you scared? no, i really want to know what makes you tick! but i know youre not gonna tell me! dont be frightened to free your mind, and revel in the spirit, no matter what you have done or how twisted you have become, there is always a way back, a ship will always come and look for you...........out in the hopeless wastelands of that path you followed!

fake boobs and brazilians

i was shocked whilst reading a mag the other day when a poll of schoolkids revealed that most teen lads preferred fake looking girlfriends and most teenage girls were hating their bodies in their natural states and thinking about cosmetic surgery........dont do it girls!!!!!if things carry on down that route then real women will sadly be a thing of the past! and lads, come on! you may as well take a shop mannequin as a girlfriend........you are missing out here....whats going on, real women, real curves, pubic hair au naturelle, these are beautiful things, these are passion inducing things, or maybe my tastes are just out of date, but seriously, these images are so misleading, that fashion model who has been airbrushed for that pic you are looking at, take all the lighting, professional makeup, airbrushing etc away, and see her yawning and looking at herself in the mirror when she wakes up, she dont look like that now, these misconceptions are robbing young girls of their happiness and leading a whole generation of young men away from true beauty!

prozac

depressed? well, a good number of the population are......or are we geared towards imagining that? First, the myth.......no, it is not normal to be happy 24 hours a day, so dont worry if your smile isnt breaking out all over yourface all of the time, gordon brown has tried this, and it makes him look extremely daft....have we reached this stage of evolution to be gurning and sickly sweet all the time, no wonder we have all this rage bursting out, road rage and the like, the shadow grows bigger, the more we pretend it aint there.The problem now is that people go to the doctors if they are not living up to this illusion. the illusion is created by pharmaceutical companies to make lots of money and the more prozac we gobble up the more money they make! we need to rebalance and learn that other emotions exist, and rightfully so, alongside happiness, after all, the collective shares some pretty tough realities for blindly travelling along in this train created by the system, based on greed and lies, thinking we are seperate from nature, and walking roughshod over it. get out, get some fresh air, stop feeling sorry for yourselves and dont get into the likes of prozac........plant a few trees in stead of popping those poison pills, do you really want to be a droid?

people movers.....yep! I hate 'em

Well, I think it was the holy poodle himself, the king of cool brittania, mr t.blair, that started the craze for these giant, gas guzzling status symbols now clogging up our roads.......you see.....he had one.....and soon, so many people had them, now, i could have some sympathy for this if one had 3 kids or more, but statistics show that we are still only having two children on average per family!!!so why wont a normal car do? not big enough for the ego?I used to be angry but now i almost laugh(as in a black comedy) when i spot one of these with one parent and one child getting out of it.....no, it dont make you look good, we know you cant really afford it(adding to all that debt),and it just makes you look foolish!Actually, theres the new labour connection again....debt this time........from cool to fool in a few costly years!progress eh!lol!

illegal exercise

i went a walk by the local river today and it reminded me of some of my exploits from the past which i intend to recreate again soon. one side of the river for a good mile between two bridges consists of a popular walkway/cycleway, and here one can find many people going about their recreation. but on the other side of the river can be found a large row of huge private houses with their gardens steeply and massively heading down to the muddy riverbanks. i used to take my own path through the muddy and overgrown parts of these gardens from one bridge to the next. This is great exercise as each garden has either a fence or a wall or hedge seperating it from the next, and many parts it is a mad scramble across precipitous mud banks grabbing on to overhanging trees for support. so you are dealing with barbed wire, brick walls, hedges, wooden fences, slippery banks, brambles and undergrowths, and the exciting bit, it is trespassing as well. now, the householders, by and large dont bother with these muddy outposts to their steep gardens so it is a fairly unchallenged route, but it is a surefire way to fitness and agility. forget the gym,this is the real thing....illegal exercise out in the open, one slip and you are in the river, evry twist and turn banged and battered by the undergrowth, but get to the other end and you feel great, as you look back , and know you have won the day!