In the war against the machines. Part 8

Friday 9.00 p.m.
                        I think I've worked out the Picassa thing. It's got all the photies I've ever put on the blog and so it won't give you the chance to delete them. So that's it unless anyone knows any better. I guess I could get round this by starting a new blog with new everything, but I can't be bothered with that just now. So no photies, which is a drag because I'm going to buy the proper batteries and learn how to use the bloody thing.
                        Brian Wilson is worried that ten years after Independence the peasants will storm his castle and send him back to England just because he likes creekit. If I was undecided about voting YES before this, that clinched it! It would also be good if we could have a vote on bringing back hanging and then hang all the vote who voted for hanging to be brought back, and that would probably get most of the creekit lovers anyway! And also most criminals who are very right wing. I'll have to write about politics if I can't put in photies!!!

In the war against the machines Part Y

Thursday 2.35 p.m.
                              I'm in the library!
                              Beautful day yesterday and I took some photies, but when I tried to upload them here, the machine told me that I'd ran out of I GB of memory that I had free from Google for Picasso Some Nonesense. I had nothing to do with Picasso and thought I was saving my photies onto a desktop folder. But, oh no. I've to pay them money now or no more photies. What kind of way is this to treat an old person? Just as well nobody reads this blog or I'd start a campaign!
                              I had the most marvellous meditation sessions this morning. I thought this must be the start of a breakthrough. Another one. Oh, ra bliss! Ra bliss! Ra bliss! I was going to leave here and go up to the allotment and wait for it to get dark, but I've just discovered that Brian Wilson is coming to visit.
                              The last time I saw Brian Wilson he ended up having to be cajoled down from the flag pole, but since that fateful night I'd heard that his long suffering wifie thing keeps him in a cage in the attic. Well, he must have got out on a good behaviour pass or escaped somehow because he is on his way.
                               What do you think, Jack? You've got a free bus pass, Hotboy. Make a break for it!

A Typical Day!

Tuesday 11.09 a.m.

                             Today is not so typical because I started meditating about half eight and recently I haven't been starting till half nine. I usually meditate for about two and a half or three hours in the morning. Then lunch. I haven't been having a wee lie down recently, but I sometimes do that. Then I meditate again. Then it's time to go outside. Sometimes I feel a bit hyped up with nowhere to go. I go to the library these days and log on. Then I might have a cup of coffee, walk in the botties, go to the allotment or whatever. Then I come  back and start meditating again. Prostrate. Meditate. Prostrate. Have a bath and something to eat. Then I meditate for a couple of hours in the evening and recline on my bed watching the telly. That's about it.

                            In the morning, I try to have done dog poses, a backbend, a headstand. Sometimes I shadow box instead of prostrating. 

                            The meditations over the last couple of days have developed again. It seems to involve levels of concentration along with the white out bliss and all. It's as if the higher levels of concentration are out there and you somehow penetrate them, but they seem to be penetrating you. They're waiting to encompass you when you do the right things with the juju and all.

                             I'm hardly drinking, sometimes smoking. If I could just show you the bliss, you'd see what a fortunate creature I am, I am. What a fortunate creature I am!

Why they are going to hell!

          I got an  email from someone who landed on one of my old blogs. It shows quite clearly why the evil bourgeois should be shown no mercy when we finally gain independence and can be a nation again.

I am pleased and proud that he is/was still remembered by the people of the community in Bellshill/Mossend where he and his/my family lived and grew up.

We had a council house at 576 Main Street, Mossend. 

My grandfather had been unable to acquire “gainful employment” after becoming politically involved in a Dispute over working conditions at the Stewart & Lloyds Steelworks. 

He had discovered that their intention had been to bring in cheap labour from Ireland and to pay the incomers lower wages then the local lads.

So he organised the workers to support the incomers and demand for them the same working conditions and wages as the locals had.

The employers never forgave him for that. 

He was “blackballed” by ALL the industries in the area and was unable thereafter to get work. 

He did however continue as a full time organiser for the Labour Movement and worked with the Communist Party until he died – of a “broken heart” my father (also Bernard “Barney” McCourt – also deceased) said.

 

Basturns that they are!!

Auntie Kathy

Friday 11.15 p.m.

                           So I goes to see the Auntie Kathy, who is living in the heaven for old people, but it is in the west. The man on the other table won't let them put a green vase on their table and swops it. So they are not discrete. At least, they are in your face. She says she doesn't let them know which side she's on. She's called Kathleen O'Connell. I've heard it said that her father came to Scotland and called himself O'Connell when he was really called McConnell. And he called his son Daniel O' Connell. So not much cover there!

                             I'm an atheist, buddhist, libeertarian socialist, but only in the west do I feel like a tim. Thank God we won't have to put up with these unionist folk, and they can all go to live in England, with their warm beer ... actually, I really like the English. Much more than I like the Scottish, puss bags of prejudice that they are.I think I'll have to make preparations for going back to my own planet.

                              We were brought up to believe the Orange basturns were ignorant. Pay no attention. They're ignorant. Why should anyone have to put up with that?

Ironies

Wednesday 7.24 p.m.

                                 I don't usually comment on politics on this blog. This is partly because most of the folk who come to this blog (apart from the spam robots!) were brought up among the evil bourgeois and are, therefore, almost bound to have fascist tendencies.

                                 It's not their fault, Hotboy. I know, Jack, it's the way they were brought up .... by the left .... def, dight, def, dight, def dight!

                                  But this isn't a post about politics. It's about historical ironies.

                                   I was thinking the other day that Israel is almost bound to get nuked sometime over the next twenty years. With the advance of technologies, etc., it'll be a lot easier to get hold of them, or make them from now on in. Of course, if this happens, all that stuff about Jerusalem and Armageddon and whatnot won't look so silly since there's bound to be a big hole in the world where the near and middle east used to be.

                                   Anyhow, one of the most densely populated places in the world used to be the Warsaw Ghetto. Now it's the Gaza Strip.

                                    Adolf Hitler did not like particle physics and all that because he said it was Jewish science. Unfortunately for nazi ideology, a great many of this "inferior race" were dead smart (Okay, where there any smart folk who weren't Jewish: Christ, Einstein, Freud?) and buggered off if they could. The Manhattan Project was full of Jewish scientists and they didn't have any problem nuking Hitler. Some of them weren't so happy apparently about them nuking the Japanese. "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

                                     I reckon the Israelis are going to get nuked because I don't trust religious people. Of  course, a great many of us could get nuked right afterwards.

                                      Are you worried, Hotboy? Am I hell, Jack! It's great to be nearly sixty two. Almost ten years in the gravy alreadys!!!

                                  

Sunny day constitutional!

Saturday 6.53 p.m.
                             Things proceed better when one doesn't drink. I'm still as crabbit as hell though.
                              After meditating in the morning, often I go out for a walkabout, a bit of a constitutional really. During the week there's nothing out there but old folk and young mothers and the generally economically unproductive. But it's so much better than walking about in Bellshill!! You just open the front door and it's all there.
                                I went a walk through the Botties today because the light was so great.
                                The meditations are definitely going somewhere else these days. Somewhere much better. Even with the sometimes inconducive lifestyle choices. The retreat would take away these choices of course. They've said to bring mitts of some kind or oven gloves to help you slide your hands over the shiny floor whilst doing the prostrations. What a bunch of wimps, eh?

Blog reflections!

Thursday 8.17 p.m.
                             Back on the beer. I stopped the nicotine today. I'll be back soon. So sometimes today I'm thinking that I can't wait till the evening when I can start getting pissed, and, hopefully, forget about the nicotine withdrawals. Then I goes out for the beer and I've had two, and it's still not great.
                              I used to really like blogging! I used to like reading it when I was half pissed because then I thought it might mean something. But I enjoyed it. Now I'm enjoying looking forward to stopping it, but it's a wee bit like enjoying looking forward to stopping nicotine. Except I think once I stop with this, I won't go back.
                              At first I was really bursting to tell somebody (else) about the bliss. I thought even the biggest moron in this world would want to meditate once they heard about the bliss, but the trouble with meditating is that you have to make an effort, and for the sweetie eating I didn't realise how difficult it would be for them to make an effort. Of course, I was used to trying hard. But only with things I wanted to try hard with. Like keeping fit and healthy. Like trying to write books when you knew you weren't really all that talented, and realised that the currants who ran this world would not like what you were writing because it basically told them, when it was good, to go and extinguish themselves. Because it is because of the bourgeois scum that the world is organised the way it is.
                               There is a person with a sore back. I said to this person a couple of decades ago that maybe they should get a decent sitting position (couches, chairs, etc. should all be set on fire!) and then the better alignment might help their back. Well, this is like trying to get the sweetie eating person to do something that might make them less unhappy in the future. So what happened? About thirty five the person has a sore back. No helping themselves. Twenty years later they've still got a sore back. Sometime over the next twenty years this person will be completely incapacitated by back pains.
                                Nothing anyone could ever do in the face of the stupidity.
                                 I don't have an answer for the big things, but little things like that ... of course, I'm  so crabbit and getting drunk from a similar source. Smoking. But even that is not as stupid as sitting all your life in a way that will hurt you. It is pretty stupid though. Are folk addicted to sitting in stupid positions? I think not. Lazy stupid basturns!
                                  So, I thought if you told folk about the bliss, they would meditate. Ha, HA, HA, HA!
                                   It's hard to do the juju when you are surrounded by folk who haven't the slightest interest in this and who are obviously suffering from the results of not doing it.
                                    The bliss that came on today was saying to me that this is what you can get if you stop smoking. This is the start of what you can get if you stop smoking today.
                                     I used to look at these wee baldy guys in the claret and amber and I wondered why they weren't as open as I thought they should be with other people. There is no point in telling flatheids about the bliss. The folk who are going to get into the bliss are going to get into it and there's probably nothing can stop this latent propensity from engendering something ...
                                     There will be a break at the beginning of January. I will be away from the beepy beepy clicky stuff. It has been nice being able to keep some contact with some folk through this blog, but all the reasons for starting it (Brian Wilson hassling me; the search for an agent, etc.) have gone now. It's really just another addiction.
                                       If I get to the Holy Isle and spend three months there, when I get back... dearie me! I hope I have the compassion that the juju folk have about the flatheids because right now I think it would be better for them and the future of the world if they would all just spontaneously die. Right now. This is not a compassionate position. No points!

Mare Cyclisting

Tuesday 6.32 p.m.
                            I went a cycle run today. I've been doing more cycling just recently, but Poisonous has been out of action for the last two weekends with a sore back, so it was nice to get out again. Finally reached Cramond, but did not stop in the wonderful bar down there for a drink. When I got out of the bath back here, I scaled 10st 13lb. It's been quite some time since I was ten stone anything, so that kind of widened my eyes. I'll make welterweight yet!
                             The damn camera gobbled up another three batteries in super quick time. It cannot endure. It cannot.

Recent Photies!

Monday 7.08 p.m.
                            I took these photies while wandering about the neighbourhood over the last few days. I try to do that every day. A break. I've started walking down to the library. I'm trying not to write or do anything useful at all.But today was great. Fabulous meditations like better and better and then go for a wee walk. Apart from the nicotine, everything is great. I'm  much fitter than I was since I stopped bevvying and started adding in the prostrations. Onwards and upwards!

Autobiography of a Yogi

       

           I was going to buy the kiddo's boyfriend the Johari book about chakras.  I couldn't find it, but I found a copy of the Autobiography of a Yogi. I read this book nearly thirty years ago and it had a big influence on me. Hope he likes it. I got it from the Big Jambo. Pass it on. I've started re-reading it. Must be the third time!
          The Domestic Bliss should be back sometime tomorrow morning. I've been meditating on and off all day. Yesterday I wondered if I'd meditated for 40,000 or 30,000 or 25,000 hours so far yet. During this time, the last quarter century or so, I have also drank, smoked, and behaved generally as badly as anyone else I know.
           So this evening I'm meditating and I lean forward into the dark quieter place and then straighten up. I cannot explain what that's been feeling like this evening. But it arises and floods through your body, and it feels as if everything has opened up, and it comes on brighter and better than ever before.
           Over the last day or two, despite the self imposed difficulties, the meditations have been wonderful, truly wonderful. As the boy says, this is my second pension and I'm so pleased that I'm going into my old age with this building up at my back!!
            What about the flatheids, Hotboy? Well, Jack, we are truly the authors of our own misfortune. And if they're too dumb to meditate, there's nothing anybody can do about that!!

Still home alone

Sunday 6.50 p.m.
                          The photies are from walkies in the Botties.
                          I've had an interesting week. Since last Saturday, I've smoked on probably just under half the days, so the purification has been more difficult than I anticipated. Thank God for that!! As the purification is making the meditations better, I've had trouble settling due to the johnnyjumpup effects of the withdrawals! But I have been making progress. I think the kundalini is moving further up the blue channel, if that means anything to anyone!!
                            I put on a few pounds this week. I scaled about eleven stone three or four after doing my shadow boxing session this evening. What a joy it is to do that instead of the prostrations!!
                           

A week home alone!

Thursday 1.16 p.m.
                              I meditated this morning for two and a half hours without changing position. This means that the jumpiness from the nicotine withdrawal has largely abated.
                               There are five sheaths mentioned in yoga. The bliss sheath is the third sheath. The fourth sheath is where your I-consciousness dissolves into the ocean of consciousness. I've been getting the odd intimation of this here and there, and I hope that's something I can get to when I go to the Holy Isle.
                                Why would anyone ever want to go into permanent retreat, the kind you die in, the kind you might be walled in for, Hotboy? Well, Jack, you might be able to get into samadhi, which is the fifth sheath, and that might feel so, so amazingly wonderful that there wouldn't seem to be much point in doing anything else, or hanging about in places where everyone else acts like a moron, and wanders around with their heads stuck up their backsides. Hmmm? Maybe still got a wee while to go with the nicotine.
                                I have to speak to folk today. I've been three days on my ownio, just speaking to shopkeepers and that. Just now I'm settling into it, but I have to go forth and interact today. Tomorrow I'll be going to Bellshill. God protect us from the flatheids!