Monthly Archives: May 2011
Posted on May 31, 2011 by Alan Forrest Smith
According to the BBC today, in the year 2030 food prices will double, so what are you going to do about it?
Also on the BBC today they are marking the anniversary of the doomed Titanic.
Interesting don’t you think?
Interesting in this way.
I know a man named Derek who talks about how things used to be, how things were and how it was all great, nice and wonderful in the past.
He tells me with a lack of positivity and belief that things will be fine sometime, someday.
It’s a very zoomanic process, dream of days gone, hope for days ahead with nothing but being distracted right now.
Distracted by the web, by facebook, by email, by TV, by jobs, by radio, by anything apart from knowing and being there right now.
Of course this is the way of today, right now, Zoomanity. Focus is always somewhere else apart from here right now.
The problem with looking back is it gives a feeling of what was or even loss. The problem with focusing on the future only it gives a feeling of what can be not what is right now.
This is the way of Zoomanity, the gift given to us by the repeatists. I’m just back from a café where two women were sat near by. They talked and talked and talked about how things used to be. Then in period between both sat in silence almost in reflection their own losses.
Yet there they were, two beautiful… continue reading
Posted on May 17, 2011 by Alan Forrest Smith
Right now I’m in Starbucks drinking coffee, watching, listening, looking and observing humanity.
There’s a guy sat around 5 feet away from me. He is alone, around 35, short black hair, looks like he hasn’t been sleeping,, pretty stocky and ‘feels’ very angry.
He keeps going on his phone, speaking to people and almost slamming his blackberry on the table at the end of each call. Actually I over-heard and he is heading to the court across the road soon.
After each sip of his drink he shakes his head in a slight shake of disbelief, bangs down the white, rather over-used Starbucks mug and then picks up an empty sugar packet, napkin, stirring rod and takes out his anger on them by crunching, snapping and crushing them to almost nothing.
I’m almost scared to catch his eye in case he grabs me and tries to drown me in my cappuccino!
I wonder, why is he so angry? The power of his anger is so strong I can actually feel it reaching me and affecting my body.
This took me back to a few visits I had over at Heart math in Boulder creek California.
This time just last year I sat in the blazing sunshine just after a rain storm and sat with Howard as we drank tea and ate a delicious organic lunch.
At Heart math they are scientists that have proven the connection with emotions and the heart of the human body. They have also discovered how they heart radiates an energy field from the human around 5 foot in circumference around each person (including you).
The energy in that field your heart
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Posted on May 13, 2011 by Alan Forrest Smith
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I’ve known Annie for years now. She is a beautiful woman with a lot going for her. Smart, married, kids, great job and drop-dead gorgeous. Like I said, she has a lot going for her.
Four years ago I saw changes in her that were to redefine her life forever.
She had read about how women in particular were to find their life purpose and stop at nothing until they found it. She was ready for he message, her life had become a bore with nothing taking place on any day of the week. Her man had become dull, her home life had become an endless routine, she thought more and more about her self.
In the past she had looked for more meaning. She had studied Taoism a simple almost stoic life. She had looked into many aspects of christian belief then quickly moved on into Indian culture studying life, time and reincarnation.
So when she heard someone on a stage saying, "would you like me to show you how to uncover your life purpose", it really was music to her ears.
It sounded so easy, the women spoke on stage that she was getting messages from a divine source and these messages gave her the knack of being able to intuitively just ‘know’ a strangers purpose for life.
Annie loved the sound of it and fours years later her life is very different.
Annie is broke. Annie is alone. Annie is part of a pack. Annie is no longer searching, she goes home every night and cries to her Gods, asking them, "why, why, why are you not showing my life purpose?".
Sadly Annie is not unique, as a speaker myself on my world travels I have met so many people that are… continue reading
Posted on May 13, 2011 by Alan Forrest Smith
As I walked along the side streets of Manchester, I see a pathetic looking youngish man sat in his own filth, in the doorway of Aramani clothing. Ironic I thought, two extremes living side-by-side, extreme poverty and extreme blatant consumer wealth.
The next day the long haired, long bearded man was there again. The very next day he was still sitting there in broken silence waiting to be moved along by the 5 foot wide security guard and treated like some kind of under-life that should never be seen or heard.
Every day I walk past, the guy wrapped in a filthy blanket, sitting on the big stone step at the door of Aramani, he is there.
I have to admit I talk about him to my partner. I say things like
"I wonder how he got there?"
"Surely he can get out of his situation?"
"How can a man allow himself to go so low?"
"He might be homeless but is there a need to be so dirty?"
This raises a question.
Am I judging or observing?
You see there are lots of things seen with the eyes, lots of things recorded into the ears and stored into the brain and lots of things talked about in coffee shops across tables covered in little brown circles where the last coffee drinker sat just moment before.
Let a lot of what we talk about is based on the thoughts of others, based on hearsay, based in a visual moment that is then translated into… continue reading
Posted on May 5, 2011 by Alan Forrest Smith
Counterfeit Beauty
Every year a magazine runs a vote called ’100 sexiest women’
The women all look stunningly drop-dead gorgeous, lips, breasts, eyes, hair to die for.
I noticed in a magazine some of the women on their list, know drug abusers. Hard drinkers. Rehab regulars and many regulars to the parade of the media-meltdown babes.
Some have even got their own TV shows parading their dis functionality, their inability to be human-beings and cope in a world that appears to demand so much from them. Some believe they are no longer ‘just women’, they believe they are almost like a ‘super-being’ almost different or an another plain of the human race.
Yet these are the women, the images that are fed into the minds of men and women alike as something to aim for, to reach for to see as the ultimate aim and gain of the female form.
Make small breasts big and big breasts small, remove lumps and bumps from noses, pumped lips, crease free skin. Dysfunction and pursuit of youth at all costs.
Yet I wondered as I read this article about the 100 sexiest women what is it that makes a woman truly beautiful?
We see all the time the narccistic state of some women, they appear to become destroyers of themselves and those around them. Relationship breakdowns backed up with a fix-it trip into re-hab for good measure.
Is that truly the sign of a beautiful woman? I almost feel reserved to write for fear of some backlash yet the reality is the teachers of Zoomanity, the repeaters and conditioners that have formulated the 21st century sexiest women are usually men in packs, in offices, in briefing rooms like a pack of wold wolves searching for their latest prey.
These are the… continue reading
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