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I Used To Dream

I used to dream

Imagine how things might be

Created thousands of lives for me

As singer, sailor, spy

Conceivably, I have done everything

That one could ever do

But none of it was true.

I used to dream

Imagine strange places off afar

And the long leisurely drives there by car

In BMW, Mercedes, Porsche

I have driven everything

Far and wide and at some speed too

But none of it was true

I used to dream

Imagine how things had once been

History lived, experienced and seen

As King, Prince, Earl

I have charmed and dined

Fought and loved, but right on cue

I knew none of it was true

I once had a dream

Lived it every day and every night

It didn’t work out quite right

In London, Houston, Prague

I worked hard and played

Though none of it seemed true

I guess this one will just have to do.

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The Importance of Asking Questions

Some days I wonder. About everything. I mean, there is a lot to wonder about isn’t there?

Why do men have nipples?

Why don’t Czech men know about deodorant?

Why is GOD DOG spelt backwards?

Why does Wayne Rooney get paid so much money?

What happened to Trilobites?

That sort of question. Questions to which there are really no definitive answers.

My favorite question is ‘What am I?’ I see and interact with a world that I sense but I at times of perhaps total lunacy entertain the idea that it is My world. There is only me. Everything is me. It maybe sounds arrogant but I don’t mean it that way. There is just a gulf between the real (me) and what seems to be real (the world) that confounds me.

I have always thought like this and asked those questions. Even as a child. ‘What am I?’ ‘Why am I here?’

Not being able to answer these questions literally drives me mad. I cannot stand the not knowing what the hell everything is. It must be something surely but why? See! Questions and questions.

We must always ask questions and contemplate even if there is no answer. In the quiet contemplation of the question, images and thoughts arise spontaneously as insights. We may not ever answer the question itself but we can prise open some other secrets along the way.

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Finding an Audience

How do you find an audience? Some people manage it. Others don’t. Is it luck? I don’t think it is necessarily talent – although my perceptions of talent my not be your view. I have blogged and written pretty much twice or more a week on this and other blogs since about 2004 or around 10-years. I don’t have much of an audience. My books don’t sell well. I have failed to find an audience. The hint though on how to build an audience was always right there. My single blog post about sex in the Czech Republic still gets more traffic than all my other writings put together. Is that a sad indictment of me or just a sad indictment full stop? Maybe I should give up? When I first started blogging there were many millions fewer blogs less than there are today so it has become much more competitive hasn’t it. The same goes with books… it is hugely competitive.

Which really brings you to a couple of questions. The first is why do I bother? You know I don’t really know but I don’t think I could stop writing articles about life and the world as I see it even if I wanted to. A few people read the articles. You never know, I may still find an audience. More importantly, I probably enjoy talking to myself and better I do it this way than in public where people might believe me to be a nutter. The second is why haven’t I found an audience? Well, in some ways I have. On the energy and commodities side, my writings do sell and are somewhat in demand. I am recognized as an expert and I make a reasonable living talking, writing about and discussing the energy and commodities industry. Its a niche and its quiet small but I have an audience and I have a voice. As for my view on what’s right and wrong with the world – well, maybe I’m old fashioned and out of step. I still believe in manners, politeness and decorum. My poetry may sometimes be good and rarely if ever better than that but everyone writes poetry and poetry doesn’t sell – not anymore. As for writing about the esoteric – well, if you take it seriously as opposed to sensationalizing it into something its not, its also a very small niche. If the truth be told, its a whole group of related niches that are all very small.

On the other hand, maybe I am simply kidding myself. Maybe my blinkers simply don’t let me see that no one is really interested in what I think – about anything. Everyone is so full of themselves they have no interest in anyone else. Maybe I am just the same pushing myself relentlessly to a bunch of others who are pushing themselves and on and on. If so, then plainly, I have yet to identify my audience because there are consumers out there – masses of them. People who take what is put in front of them and consume it. So how do I get my stuff in front of them? Are we back to blogging about sex again I wonder……

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Playing with iMovie

I got an iMAC for my birthday!!!! Its a beautiful machine it really is.Though ham fisted amateur with video and stuff, I thought I’d play around with iMovie…. This is my first attempt and its a book trailer for The Last Observer. Once I figure out how it really works, maybe I will get better but I had fun ….

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Disillusionment

I am bitterly disappointed with people I really am. Over the last 20+ years, I have watched on as people became increasingly bitter about their lots. People seem to expect something for nothing and life handed to them on a plate. If they can’t have it then they’ll take it and if they can’t take it then they will do their very best to make sure no one else can have it either. Jealousy. Pure and simple. People are jealous. Everyone wants what everyone else has.

People blame everyone and everything but themselves for their demise too. They blame the government, the rich, the unions, climate change, immigrants, muslims, christians, gays, gypsies…. anyone and everything when they simply need to accept responsibility for their own lot in life.

As a result of this, people are more divided than ever before. The gulf between right and left is wider. In fact, on almost every issue there is no longer debate but a shouting match. No one is listening, everyone knows best and the other point of view holders are slags and assholes. Even the politicians use this tactic now – as does the future monarch of Great Britain. Pitiful.

Look.

No one owes me a living. What I have I earned fair and square. I accept responsibility for my own life and hell, I would be a millionaire by now had I made some better decisions on the last 30-years. My fault but I’m still here. Still having some fun and doing quite well.

Here’s what you all should do – quit moaning, blaming and pointing fingers with your head always checking what the Jones’s have and get focused on taking responsibility for your own lives.

Oh and by the way, engaging in impolite slagging sat behind your PC rather than actually listening and debating is moronic.

Yep, I’m disillusioned right now.

I’m sick of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t have. What I should and shouldn’t do and furthermore, I am sick of people who think I should pay for them too.

Responsibility.

Its the R right after the F that is in the word Freedom.

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Goats! Sex! and…… Builders!

An unusual blog title borrowed from a blogosphere pal Alienora Taylor. She is a pretty amazing writer and an avid (possibly addicted) blogger. She writes about her life with a brutal frankness and a bawdy sense of humor that can and does have you literally ROFLing…. (Roll on floor laughing for anyone who doesn’t know). How this lady isn’t a household name as a writer is beyond me as she has a golden pen and a viciously twisted and maliciously funny way of seeing things……So what about the Goats and Sex and those Builders? Well, for just a couple more days, you can download her hilarious novel Long Leggety Beasties for FREE! Go on, download the bugger. You will laugh until you cry and find out what the Goats, Sex and Builders references are…

Oh, and while on Amazon downloading Alienora’s free book, how about spending a few bucks on mine?

Cheers!

My review of Alienora’s book

You know some books are just good and this one is exactly that. It is a giggle from start to finish and the author has a wicked but nice sense of humor. If you don’t find this book funny I reckon you need a lobotomy frankly.

Highly recommended.

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The New Religion

Who was it that said ‘if you lie often enough people will believe you?’

Apparently, John Kerry and Prince Charles subscribe to this tenet. Both have resorted to calling ‘climate change deniers’ a whole lot of very nasty names recently. Shame on them for continuing to propagate this nonsense and even more shame of them for denying freedom of speech or a differing opinion. Nether are fit to hold the office that they hold. For Charles he has an excuse as he was born into the role, Kerry, well, he is a politician aka a scumbag.

I don’t think either of them have a single qualification that enables them to have an opinion on the matter. Neither have any expertise on the topic. They simply both seem to worship at the alter of the climate change God – another scumbag… sorry Politician – Al Gore.

(Editor’s note: All politicians are scumbags and anyone who expresses a desire to enter politics ought to be barred for life from ever doing so)

I notice we have seen a shift from Global Warming to Climate Change. Funny that. Climate Change is a fact, Global Warming a fallacy. So at least they have caught on or maybe just hijacked better terminology to spout their fear causing rubbish. The issue for me then is exactly what is a climate change denier? Its not me. Climate changes all of the time and as a Geologist I have spent the last 30-years of my life pointing this out to everyone. There is nothing special about the climate right now… nothing except our perceptions and what these clowns tell us – over and over again until we accept it as gospel. I am not a climate change denier. I deny that man-made CO2 is warming the planet. How does that make me part of a “tiny minority of shoddy scientists and science and extreme ideologues to compete with scientific fact“? Actually, its climate scientists that fit that bill.

In the name of the climate God Amen…..

The facts are easy and they are;

1. CO2 is not a pollutant it is a natural life-giving gas that sustains and nourishes Mother Earth.

2. 400ppm is closest to the lowest amount of CO2 in the Earth’s atmosphere at any point in Geological history. Actually, there is a strong argument that we would benefit from more of the stuff as it would help agriculture.

3. The Earth is a one huge natural carbon sink. Over the last 4.5 or so billion years it has successfully reduced the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere down to its current near lowest 400ppm.

4. CO2 levels tend to follow temperature not the other way around.

I could go on.

What we are talking about is a small bunch of folk with computer models – pretty similar ones to those that predict our weather – who have over engineered the effects of CO2 in their models and produce hockey stick graphs of temperature change as a result. These people peer review each other’s work. Anyone who disagrees is stigmatized and isolated.

The best test of science though is repeatability and predicting actuality. Unfortunately, these climate scientists haven’t predicted anything anywhere near right. Temperatures haven’t increased in perhaps as long as 15-years. Their models lie in ruins and yet, we are told to believe. Repent and believe. Its like a bloody new religion requiring faith in the CO2 God and persecution of the non-believers.

I hear people say… but I see it with my own eyes…. glaciers are melting and so on. No, you don’t. You see a part of the natural cycles of Earths ongoing evolution and you have been told to believe that this is a result of CO2. You have been treated like morons by these religious zealots. Actually, for most of this planet’s history, there were no ice caps. We are in a warming event between glacial episodes. It is the glacial episodes that are actually not the norm.

By the way, who was it that used the idea that if you say something enough, people will believe it?

Joseph Geobbels.

If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will even come to believe it yourself.

To attract people, to win over people to that which I have realized as being true, that is called propaganda. In the beginning there is the understanding, this understanding uses propaganda as a tool to find those men, that shall turn understanding into politics. Success is the important thing. Propaganda is not a matter for average minds, but rather a matter for practitioners. It is not supposed to be lovely or theoretically correct. I do not care if I give wonderful, aesthetically elegant speeches, or speak so that women cry. The point of a political speech is to persuade people of what we think right. I speak differently in the provinces than I do in Berlin, and when I speak in Bayreuth, I say different things than I say in the Pharus Hall. That is a matter of practice, not of theory. We do not want to be a movement of a few straw brains, but rather a movement that can conquer the broad masses. Propaganda should be popular, not intellectually pleasing. It is not the task of propaganda to discover intellectual truths. Those are found in other circumstances, I find them when thinking at my desk, but not in the meeting hall.

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An Excerpt from The Last Observer

Edward looked into Stan’s face. There was expectancy about the look he gave Stan. “I am sure that you have many questions Stanley but take your time. I have as long as we need.”

Somehow, Stan didn’t like this feeling that he had around Edward sometimes. It was a feeling that Edward was entirely in control and knew exactly how Stanley felt.

“Well,” he began, “I have been doing some research along the lines that you had suggested.” He paused to think. “And, I have reviewed the files that you left with me as well.” Stanley could feel Edwards gaze. “What do you mean by the term observer?” he asked.

“Well, an observer is someone who has the power to create reality,” replied Edward.

“But, everyone creates their own reality so everyone is an observer surely?” asked Stan impatiently.

“That is true to a certain degree but some people really do create their reality. By that, I mean that they have a special talent for it. Their imaginative faculties and their magical skills are developed to the point that they really influence the co-reality that we all live in.” Edward leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the coffee that he had ordered on his way in. “Some people have deliberately honed these skills often through years and years of practice while some are simply born with a latent gift.”

“Magical skills?” Stan asked somewhat indignantly. “Magic like in Harry Potter?”

“Yes, I had detected your cynicism,” said Edward dryly. Edward shifted in his seat as if to find a more comfortable position and rubbed his chin with his hand his eyes staring into space as if struggling to find the right combination of words. “Magic is said by some to be the art of causing changes through the application of will.” He said after a short while. “For me, I think there are actually two forms of magic. The first is where the practioner attempts to change himself and in doing so changes the way that they perceive their reality. You probably now understand that by changing your perception of reality you are, in fact, actually changing reality?” But Edward didn’t stop for an answer to his rhetorical question but rather proceeded to explain, “The other form of magic is physical magic in which the Magician actually attempts to willfully co-create reality.”

Stanley listened carefully while studying Edward’s expression looking for any hint that he might be pulling his leg but all he saw was Edward’s sincerity. He thought for a moment. He could he supposed give some credence to the first type of magic as it was in a sense akin to self-psychology and positive thinking and he had read quite a few books in that vein but physical magic. Now that was Harry Potteresque wasn’t it?

“The first thing a good Magician needs to do, amongst other skills, is to know himself. To dissect himself bit by bit, the good, the bad and the ugly. He has to know who he is and why he is. This is achieved through various forms of meditation and reflection, which, by the way, is another skill the magician needs to learn. By understanding himself, he can begin the Great Work of turning the inner lead into inner gold. In doing so, he is liable to discover that nothing, absolutely nothing is what it seems to be. It can be both a mentally and emotionally challenging experience to go through this process believe you me,” said Edward. “As the process, which can take years, decades, entire lifetimes, is followed through with discipline, the magician will come to understand many truths and these truths come from within. He must learn them himself and can only be gently guided and taught certain techniques for it must be the magician himself that makes these realizations.”

Stanley was by now fascinated as much by Edward’s sudden utter sincerity and demeanor as he was by the content.

Grab your copy now at any Amazon.com website or any other reputable book seller. You can also read reviews here.

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Learning to Ski After Age 50

Learning to ski later in life is an experience.

Just getting the ski boots on is an almighty struggle and by the time those boots are on, I am exhausted. Then off you tromp as best you can with immoveable ankles and carting what seems to be two tons of skis over the shoulder. All around others from the age of three all the way to pension age move with effortless ease while you feel like an elephant on ice.

Next, you carefully put on the skis. A balancing act in of itself as the damn things slip and slide making you look like something out of a cartoon whose legs are whirling frantically but there is no forward progress. Now, with huge attachments to your legs making it nigh on impossible to move at all, you try to make your way to the lift. The lift. Getting on it is actually surprisingly easy as you catch the small round seat on a pole and allow it to gently pull you up the hill. You learn pretty quickly that now is not the time to take in the view as you inadvertently allow the skis to cross, get dragged like a sack of potatoes for a few meters before laying in the snow like an idiot wondering how to remove those skis.Small children ski gleefully around you treating you as yet another small obstacle to ski around. After an almighty struggle you manage to remove the skis. Sweat runs in rivulets down your face as you try desperately to stand when it is impossible to use those ankles locked irrevocably in those prisons called ski boots. Eventually, you manage and even manage to put the skis back on.

Then comes the moment.

You begin to slip slowly at first but ever faster down the slope. The snow plough is executed but for some reason, you are not stopping. There comes a moment of absolute terror as you realize that you are out of control picking up speed with skis heading if different directions. The grimace on your face from a distance looks like a smile. The only option remaining is to sit down before you fall down. The small kids look at you strangely. They have never seen an adult who couldn’t ski.

Despite the total and utter fear and strain on muscles you never knew you had which involuntarily tense up, you keep trying. Falling. Trying. Falling. You even finally manage it all the way up the ski lift without getting off prematurely and realizing to your horror that you are now skiing backwards….

After several hours, your back aches, legs ache, everything aches. But you did it. You eventually skied down the hill along with the other 3-year olds. Unlike them, a nice cold beer awaits you at the hotel and bed………

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The Topless Skier

I think politicians are the scum of the earth.

I have made this statement before and I will say it again. They are usually hypocrites, liars, cheats and eminently buyable. They use politics to polarize opinion, cause disruptions and sometimes war. Politicians work endlessly and tirelessly to find ways to be divisive. By being divisive, they gain a following and cynically they hope that the issues they divide us on are popular enough to give them a majority. I think the best strategy is to ignore them and certainly never to vote.

The topless skier from The Lebanon emphasizes my point today. Here we have a country polarized by religion (another crock of polarizing crap) and politics with seemingly endless violence (just as the politicians and religious zealots like it). I mean they have more than their fair share of issues and problems to solve but instead, a government minister feels it his duty to criticize a young skier who once posed for a calendar. I feel sorry for this young woman as the photos that are the center of this non-controversy are not anything extraordinary – topless, yes, but revealing? Hardly. Whoever released these photos should be ashamed of themselves too. For what purpose? Who cares? What is wrong with the human body anyway that people get so fussed about a nipple? We all have them – I suppose even that Minister has nipples?

A cynical man has taken upon himself to be divisive proving himself conservative for his followers. Why does such a man hold a position of ‘respect’ as he is plainly a bully, bigot and undeserving of anyone’s respect? Whatever his reason one can guess that it is self-serving. A typical politician.

For once though, I am glad for social media. It seems I am not the only one outraged by this nonsense. Many Lebanese are too and they have started a campaign posting nude pictures of themselves in support of the Topless Skier. You know, I sometimes question the role of social media but in this instance ….. it is playing a positive role.

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