Julya Oui's Blog, page 24

What I Learned Today: The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement

www.vhemt.org

I was researching about human genocide and massacres when this site popped up in the search. I was always thinking about the same ideology - for an unwritten scifi novel which I was planning - and now I believe I am not alone. I love the way they answer all the frequently asked questions which makes a lot of sense to me but I doubt if everyone would agree.

And I love their motto : 'Live long and die out' and would have loved to attend their talk 'Thank you for not breeding' if I ever get a chance.

Now, how cool is that?

What I Learned Today: The 100th Monkey Phenomenon

Extract from http://www.wowzone.com/100th.htm:


The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, has been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.
In 1952, on the island of Koshima scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkeys liked the taste of the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant.
An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem in a nearby stream. She taught this trick to her mother. Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their mothers, too.
This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists.
Between 1952 and 1958, all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable.
Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.
Then something startling took place. In the autumn of 1958, a certain number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes — the exact number is not known.
Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes.
Let's further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.
THEN IT HAPPENED!
By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them.
The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!
But notice.
A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea —
Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes!*
(*Lifetide by Lyall Watson, pp. 147-148. Bantam Books 1980. This book gives other fascinating details.)
Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.
Although the exact number may very, the Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it may remain the consciousness property of these people.
But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!

Be Ready

It's how you define yourself.
It's how you want to see the world.
It's how you judge the good and bad,
draw the line between right and wrong.
Everyone can tell you everything
but you determine what you want to do with it.
It's your choice.
If you want to follow
that is also a choice.
If you want to be blind
you choose it for a reason.
No one can screw you up
as much as you can screw yourself.
Your ultimatum is the way
you keep tab of yourself.
Your indecision is just another
reminder of your disillusionment.
And your diabolical mind
is just a playground for the
demons you have raised.
It's how you see life for what it is
and not meddle with other people's.
But if you choose to be
what you've become.
Be ready to accept the rewards
or pay the price.

Euphony Series 2

Thought of the day

It's always the same - the sun comes up and the hours slip by. The noise that the people make in the morning to let everyone know that they are alive and preparing to make good of themselves for the day. The noise from the machineries and mad-made gadgets, and the sound of inaudible voices vibrating through the silent air. It makes me wonder where this is all going. It makes me sit at my corner and sip a hot drink and look out the window to see high rises blocking my view of the sky. It makes me ponder on how long more I want to be around all these. Around things that agitate my tranquillity and shake my heart with irresolution.

How you turn the world

Are you happy now? Are you so elated, so exhilarated, so utterly rapturous that you put someone down today? Just because they are different from what you believe yourself to be? Are you and your god celebrating the death of a person who took his own life because you had a part in it? You put them down with name calling, with your ideals and values, with your principles, with your  narcissistic beliefs and your laws and governance. Are you happy now that you have driven someone to death because of all this?

Last night someone committed suicide. Last night someone was killed. Last night someone died for no apparent reason. Last night you murdered someone with your selfishness and you continuing living because of that. How the world turns for you. How you turn the world.

Extract from Lamia

there is this time,
a time of loss ...
somehwere between achievement
& failure in life's course.
a moment of quiet voidness,
somekind of uncomprehended noises;
an evening transcending into night
& the darkness condescending upon us.
a walk through chambers of nothingness ...
rooms without doors.
nothing becomes logical,
nothing to be perceived,
in the limitations of our psyche,
a time loss consumes our cries.
what are we most afraid of?
what fear do burn?
it's of course
an origin of the timescare elements

Read at your own risk

Disconnecting the Dotted Line

It goes like this.
Take this pen
and dot by hand
lines that lead you somewhere.
It can spread like a disease,
take a form
or be what it is.
If you know Georges Seurat
you may want to know
he started this genre
call pointillism.
But today it's known
as stippling too
if you're not into
that kind of religion.
Or hell it's just doodling
while you're bored out of your head
and if it doesn't satisfy you
you could use lines instead.
Once you're done
the dots could mean
fold or tear
or simply you're not all up there.

And then there were Five

I counted them
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
and asked where's the six.
But
they told me
there was
only five
all
along.
Are you sure?
I asked.
They nod
and agree
unanimously,
There are only five,
always have been,
and always will be.
But I knew
there was one more
deep within
the recesses of
their belly
since one of them
burped.