Some books

Sunday 10.11 p.m.
                             After the various sifting and liftings and moving the books around the flat for the last two or three years, I ended up with four books. The ones to save. I took them partly because I would like to be more normal and read a book.
                              Leon Trotsky, 1905.
                               When I was mentioning all the smart jewish people, I forgot Trotsky. I read almost everything I could by Trotsky is my early twenties. Apart from having more brains than anyone deserves, he could write brilliantly. I have read this book before, but it was nearly forty years ago and can't remember a bloody thing about it. So I kept that one.
                               Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.
                               I must have bought this decades ago and I don't think I've read it.
                               AJP Taylor. English History 1914-1945.
                                I've read a lot of books by this author, but a long time ago. All I know is that he was especially good at writing history and I'll have a go at that one again sometime.
                                Wilhelm Reich. The Mass Psychology of Fascism.
                                 I wrote two quotes from this book on my wall, but never finished it. It is the worst translation of anything I've ever read. One of the quotes on my wall isn't even in English: "The guilt experienced from playing with one's sexual organs stands at the top of the lists of forbidden deeds.". I will re-read that sometime. It's a very interesting book because Marxists had a problem with why the collapse of capitalism lead to Hitler and not the dictatorship of the proletariat. Reich, I think, said it was all down to the marching up and down ... def, dight, def, dight ... and not getting your rocks off properly. I'll read that again sometime. It was an interesting challenge to orthodox Marxism from a marxist, but a psychologist. I'll read that book to the end sometime.

Not Going on Retreat

Friday 10.21 a.m.
                           Whilst waiting for the white van man to deliver some furniture.
                            I've been thinking a lot about the Holy Isle retreat, not surprisingly! I've been trying to make life as quiet as possible so that when I go away it won't make much difference. Also, since I saw the lama, my weight is down to eleven stone and I'm not even drinking once a week. I'm really getting quite fit with all the prostrations and shadow boxing and all.
                            It never does to anticipate things too much. I'm not the only one around here and the other one if off her work just down with a condition turning a bit chronic right now. It's not the black spot getting handed out, but if it doesn't clear up before the start of January ....
                            But there have been a lot of black spots handed out recently. I expect to be going to a funeral this Tuesday. It's like the Somme out there, so it is! My advice to anyone who gets handed the black spot is to do what Albert did. He died years ago, but it didn't stop him getting around. You could also consider the folk who haven't been given the black spot. Look at Brian Wilson. I think he should get a dog because he's going to start trying to bite the men digging up the road and then they'll put him away.
                            So much for the flatheids, Jack. Still funged, eh, Hotboy? Well, if they'd started meditating when they started reading this blog they'd be doing the bliss by this time!!
                             I think I may not need to go to the Holy Isle. It would be wonderful if I could go there, but if I can't, I can do it here. Every day sees developments in the bliss. A breathless state becomes easier to imagine.

In the war against the machines. Part 4

Wednesday 7.30 p.m.
                                 I went out for my constitutional this afternoon, heading for the Botties in the bright, cold, wintery light, my camera with the new rechargeable batteries at hand. I skipped along then stopped to take a photie of a line of trees in Inverleith Park. Unfortunately, I could not take the photie as the camera said Low Battery despite the new batteries it got. That's what it said with the other batteries. Low Battery. Could it be that they sell rechargeable batteries without a charge in them? Could it be that they don't sell you a battery at all, but an empty battery which you have to fill yourself? Anyway, it only cost me about fifty quid for the battery recharger thing and I will attempt to use it sometime and see if it works.
                                 This all started because somebody bought me a mobile phone a few years ago and I said it was the last bloody thing I wanted and someone else said I could put photies onto my blog with it when I found a cable ....
                                  I cannot adequately express how much I hate footering with these toys. I do not think it is wonderful how complicated these things can be and how many functions one of these gizmos can have. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS POINT AND CLICK!!!
                                   You know, Jack, I've got better things to do. It is much better just to sit still and do the bliss.
                           

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!!