Hair Like Einstein

It’s with wonderment and envy and hope I sit here right now looking at the wild, thick, rampant and totally untamable hair on the head of brilliant thinker Einstein.

With only one real thought coming to me right now, that of I’d love to have hair like Einstein when I am 76 years of age.

Of course, a very man like thought but not a thought that hasn’t passed through my mind on more than one occasion.

Why is it some men remain covered in hair while others lose all of it?

It raised a question, not founded on any kind of science or truth but just a question in a moment of thoughtfulness.

David Bowie, pop star extraordinaire he of space oddity, major Tom and ashes to ashes fame not only looks good on his self confessed period of drugs taking but still has an infinite head of hair.

Pop Icon Mick Jagger another ageless rocker of the Rolling Stones shows off his thick locks of hair while strutting around like a teen idol even in his 60s.

My granddad, drunken bum, unknown no one, lived a life of drink, smoking, women, song and fighting. Went to his grave in his mid 80s with a full head of hair.

I also had the unique experience of spending time in the middle of the Amazon in 2008 where I spent time with real Indians. One thing that really struck me, all of them had thick, long, black hair, even the century old shaman.

Just the other day I went over to yellow and blue Nordic superstore IKEA near my home. As we walked around I noticed a lot of bald men looking sad, miserable, unhappy, pressured, grey and downtrodden.

They reminded me of what the Pharisees called the Israelites in the old days … Amerats (common people of the dirt). They were called this as they were down trodden and oppressed by their (spiritual) leaders.

Moaning, sighing, looking like they had been dragged there by a woman that has her mind on one thing only – shopping!

It also had me asking the question why do so many people appear to be filling their days doing things they appear to not want to do?

I saw no men there with hair like Einstein!

Then I had to go into a store around the village I spent most of my life. The store I went to sells bread made to perfection, unsliced and heavy with grain so I can go home and cut myself a 1.5 inch thick slice of bread, toast the bread and prepare it to be slowly, masterfully and ungracefully eaten in a moment that I can only describe as euphoric while I allow the warm honey to slide from the toast, into my mouth and down into a deeper place that serves me well!

So just across from me at the next cashier was a guy called Chris. I don’t really know him but I met him on October 13^th 1989 in the early evening. I remember the date so well because his wife had a child the same time as my wife, they shared the ward at the hospital and in fact were in the beds next to each other. His wife held her newborn while my wife at the time held ours. Chris stood there at a height of 6 foot four inches staring down from his lofty perch looking at his wife and his new daughter. Honestly he looked miserable then.

Despite the fact he is 3 years younger than me I was shocked when I saw him buying bread. It wasn’t the buying of bread that shocked me it was the fact his head was shining under the cheap lights in the bread shop. His thick dark blonde hair had vanished only to reveal a slightly rounder than usual head shape that had now added years to Chris. He looked ill, sad and grey.

Now don’t get me wrong, this isn’t about balding men so if you’re bald and reading this, please read with a smile.

Yet it does takes me back to my original question of hair like Einstein?

Isn’t it an interesting thing to think about when we notice that a lot of creative men rarely seem to lose their hair?

Zoomanity will squeeze almost every ounce of life from us. It wants to shape, conform, mold and control almost every aspect of your life. Really?

Yes really! Just take 30 minutes, get a sheet of paper and a pen. Write down in blocks the sequence of life and expectations of life then the reality of life.

You’ll quickly notice the cycle presented to you as an ideal isn’t really ideal.

The career, the job, the wage, the holidays, the pressure to buy more, have more, do more, achieve more and save and save until death can be so over whelming powerful – it literally does make hair fall out and leave less and less men with hair like Einstein!

Of course not all creative men keep their hair. Elton John is bald, Micheal Jackson was bald so guys – sometimes it’s just that way. Yet as an ex-hairdresser myself I have seen vast amounts of men of decades lose their hair due to stress and pressures of life.

So guys if you want to have hair like Einstein when you’re in your later years maybe its time for you to let go of the stresses and strains of an unnecessary life designed by Zoomanity and get a little more creative. Attach yourselves much deeper to nature, to yourself and to your needs so you can create a happier, more relaxed, more fulfilled life that gives you hair like Einstein.

Just a thought, just an observation.

Alan

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Whitney Houston Dead.

See that picture above? That is a realistic picture of some stars end to life. This was a young kid named Racheal living the manufactured dream of living like a star. 

Whitney Houston Dead.

Yes she was a great artist and it appears we are told to expect that all artists are tortured souls. Maybe they are and what they get up to is their choice, not the choice of another.

I’m remember my first encounter with her as she sang the theme from the Bodyguard movie even asking myself why didn’t she pick me! She looked amazing. She sang like an angel. She had wealth, fame the lot. Yet she also had a serious long time, death inducing drug habit.

Now like a long, long line before her she is dead, Whitney Houston is dead.

For years she has appeared in the papers, on the news and other media looking like a half hearted copy of her former self.

She was a self-confessed crack cocaine addict with addictions of a lot of other things being reported.

Of course her death is sad yet her death is self-inflicted. Far too often we see others saying… her death came as a shock, total surprise, heart ripping news yet they are the very same ones that knew about her addictions.

How can the death of someone constantly filling him self or her self with death inducing chemicals be a shock?

She is now part of the hall of death where the rich and famous are remembered in a cheap frame covered in cheap glass. A photo, a name and a ‘well done you’

Yet our media is overflowing with so called stars, luminaries that are to shine on our young and send them examples of the best way to live and desire a best possible life.

Gangster rappers with drugs, guns cars, money and porn. Non-achieving silicone planted, lip pumped, veneer clad, lash extended egos that desire nothing more than fame.

To be with the stars is seen as the ultimate. Of course some things never change but the form of the person is changing more and more. As we parade freaks on red carpets, chiseled and honed and preened and painted to look like the media sellers idea of perfection. This is of course an idea that is formulated in a room, usually amongst a tribe of men.

They feed the lowest of the lowest thoughts, a life to be built around pleasure, gain and thrills of any kind at any cost – even the cost of a life.

Interesting that the shock and dropped jaws appeared on the death of Whitney Houston yet my question is why were they shocked?

You can of course fool the mind but the reality is the body cannot be fooled and eventually will only take so much. The body is an incredible piece of work, creating and doing things that no man could ever create or do.

Even the Liver is a marvel of biology. A factory in itself; cleansing, working, slaving away daily to clean the blood and keep the person alive from a million and one impurities that if left alone can create overloads of toxicity.

Just a sneak at modern day foods reveals a lot, the volume of additives that our liver has to cope with and clean out. Of course apart from the additives there are also the additives that are added so we go back and buy time and time again. That’s another story of course.

Yet … if something as simple as paracetamol can shut the liver down and lead to death how can the luminaries, the rich, the stars, the famous expect the body to survive the endless feeding of crack cocaine and other pleasure (?) bring drugs?

Then we have the acceptance of addiction today.  Being addicted to: drugs, to the web, to Facebook, to phones, to text, to sex, to alcohol, to fame to almost anything that feels as though it enhances the ‘moment’. Like all sex… sleep always follows! Wake up, then the addiction continues.

Now the new phenomena of being addicted to significance on earth, to a personal purpose, to our own self perpetuated divinity and connection to a higher source only to find out at some point we are just human like the previous billions that walked this Earth and died on this earth.

This of course takes us back to the start and the death of another ‘STAR’ – ‘LUMINARY’

For years and years we have had to see this as the face of greatness. Like a bloated Elvis facing his end singing my way on stage to a bed-ridden Edith Piaf also waiting for the reaper to swipe her away back to the dust.

For the sake of our younglings I dream of a day when the only photos are the reality. Elvis dead on a stinking toilet. Winehouse alone. Sid vicious a rotting mess. Jim Morrison, Jon Bonham, marlin Monroe, Judy Garland, John Belushi, W.C. Fields, Heath Ledger, Michael Jackson… and literally dozens more that are held are stars to be admired and sought after.

Their realities were all very different to the public face. Death, disease, addiction, divorce, sadness, grief and a tribe of friends that vanish like the morning mist.

Surely the pictures of these dead stars are more shocking than the news that they have died due to life abuse?

Surely the death of these ones can only be attributed to the claims that living faster and faster is the way of live that is attained only by mortals. Then only to have their immortality chiseled into folklore as something they clearly really were never.

That’s the way of Zoomanity. That’s the way it has to be seen for now. You see if they are sold any other way, they create no rush of DIFFERENCE; there is no rush of what could, would or should be. They create no illusion of a magical like. And if there is no magic, people won’t part with their hard earned cash to watch the show.

Most of these stars are abused by the repeatists of Zoomanity. Those that condition the younger ones to believe and accept that this is a way to live, a way to go and survive and thrive and reach to become.

Recently I had a conversation with one of my boys, the conversation was about smoking dope. Drugs, marijuana.

He said there is nothing wrong with it. He told me that the rapper snoop dog famously spends $20,000 a month on this habit. If it’s good enough for him and does him no harm, surely its ok to do it? That’s what my son said in front of his friends to me.

The point being we don’t see these rockstars abusing themselves in mind-altered states doing things most normal humans would never do. We only see the public images sent out by the media, never or rarely the real life behind the chaos.

Of course it’s really not seen as a good thing to say things like that these days yet it’s a fact.

Lung disease, venereal disease, liver disease, brain disease and an altered body state brought on my abuse.

Whitney Houston was an incredible singer that sold over 175 Million albums. She was also on the brink of bankruptcy (no cash) due to … Drugs.

A sad, pathetic reflection of the death, abuse and destruction of another one of Zoomanity’s luminaries by … Zoomanity!

Its hard to feel sorry for anyone that abuses themselves in such a way but at the same time you have to feel sorry for the weaknesses of those that allow the trappings of fame to bring destruction into their lives.

Is it right that we allow on mass, as a society this endless garbage to be feed on stream into the minds and hearts of our younglings?

Of course there are those that will happily mock any such suggestion.

Zoomanity has spent generations mastering how to win over the mind and become master persuasionists directly into the homes and ears and eyes of mankind.

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I’m at the gym. Just across me on a facing treadmill is a young guy around 5’8”, thinning hair, large nose and absolutely focused on his gadget. His gadget is an iPhone where he is playing a movie of some kind. His earphones are not quite long enough which makes the guy run with his lower chest touching the frame of the treadmill. If he pulls back the iPhone will fall. He barely notices he barely blinks. His eyes are fixed, staring directly into the three and a half inch screen with a hypnotic stare that appears to be unmovable.

After 30 minutes running non stop he appears to snap out of his fixation, switch off the treadmill, change channels on his TV screen, switch on another channel and then walk out of the gym staring fixed, glazed into the tiny screen of his iPhone.

Some words instantly came to mind.

Hypnosis

Addiction

Disconnect

Unaware

This is not uncommon of course.

I just wondered as I thought about the way we are so addicted to our gadgets these days. I then thought about the young girl just a week or so ago in England that walked home in the daylight listening to her iPod whilst texting at the same time. It cost her life. She walked across a rail track and was killed instantly buy the train.

Just the other day I called one of my boys who happened to be in the other room next to where I was sitting. I went in to let him know some food was on the table waiting for him. He was looking at the laptop, listening to his iPod whilst staring at the TV whilst gaming.

I spoke to him in my fatherly way he heard nothing. I stood in front of him; I don’t think he saw me. I nudged him and he hardly flinched.

So I went back into the room I was in, picked up my own mobile phone, and then sent him a text to let him know food was ready. He replies instantly that he was coming.

Towns are full of the plugged in. Buses are packed with the plugged in. Streets are walked by the plugged; it looks and feels as if almost everyone is plugged in to something, somewhere, somehow.

HYPNOTISED but by whom?

This got me asking the question; if we are plugged in does that mean we are plugged out?

Plugged out from what?

Just look and think about the human being. Its clear each and everyone one of us are sensory packed. If you went for a walk right now and heard a bird singing in the trees do you ever wonder how you can locate the bird, the tree, and the direction of the sound in seconds?

Our senses are connected at a level we almost only just understand. The feel of the wind awakens our senses, the touch of another creates a chemical reaction within us, and the touch or lips against our lips creates a rush of hormones so fast we are unable to stop them.

And we get most of our senses hit at the same time. Is it because they are hit at the same time they stay in balance? As you walk out you see, you hear, you think, you digest. Your face reacts, you smile, you frown, your head twists, your body turns and decisions of what you are sensing are made for you without you even realizing it.

Then there are your other senses from your body, then cellular senses, the invisible senses, the feeling of knowing things without knowing.

Like the point you can feel someone if near by yet you cant see them. How does that happen? Like the ability to know what is about to take place yet not knowing how you know what is about to take place. Or even the ability to feel something is about to happen.

How do we know those things? How do we experience those things? How do we stay plugged into those things?

Our conscious person is aware for the need to be plugged in. The problem is today we are being guided, being pushed, being directed to plug into what others are telling us to be plugged into. So we have a feel, a need to be plugged in and be aware but we have replaced the natural inclinations with the unnatural inclinations.

Just look how incredible the branding, the marketing, and the spread of certain gadgets like the new iPad2. They are seen as the ultimate in cool (of course they are) yet the more we plug in to this stuff; the less we see and feel our environment and what’s around us.

Who and why are we hypnotized this way? Who really is in control, is it us or those that feed us this endless source of mind and body altering gadgets?

Don’t under estimate what being part of that environment actually does for us. We are stimulated in ways that we can hardly understand. Being in a natural environment slows us right down. It removes forced demands from us and gives us a sense of aliveness that is hard to get from forced feeding of the human being. Our sense are provoked and called into action. This alone makes us a stronger human being.

Think about this. If we watch the news each day it would be easy to believe that certain things are bad or bad things are coming to us all. Just a few years ago in the UK we’re almost all convinced that if we had ever eaten a burger at some point in the future we would get a brain disease that will drive us insane.

People would talk about it, ask about it and think are they next? Of course they weren’t yet the feeling at the time for a long period was so high that most of us had that worry at the back of our minds.

Its not called news feed for nothing… it feeds us what it thinks we should eat. Once we eat, it becomes part of us.

Yet imagine if you went to someone living a more remote, more unplugged lifestyle and asked them what they thought about this story of madness and burgers and how it was affecting mankind or about to affect them? They would have no or almost no opinion because they are simply not plugged into the mainstream feeds of information.

Once plugged into those feeds our body, our being almost accepts what is thrown our way as the real thing, the truth, and the reality. Yet it is usually never further from the truth or even reality.

Is it time you unplugged for a while and re-gathered yourself and your nature? Zoomanity is tightly controlled, the Zooman is fed only what is profitable or controlling?

Do you go to the gym and stay plugged in whilst you could be more aware of your health, more aware of your environment?

Could you unplug whilst running outside or walking in nature, hearing the birdsong, feeling the winds, catching soft or loud noises and using your eyes to pick up a billion calculations as you walk?

Can you go on a date for the first time and leave your mobile phone off or even at home or even not check it once whilst being on the date?

How about you try something?

Take one day of the week every week to start with and unplug from everything. No phone. No iPod. No TV, no anything that feeds a stream into your mind and ultimately your consciousness.

Is today the day you start your return to a fuller humanity?

Is today the day you begin your own escape from Zoomanity?

I’d love your comment.

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Rick is the kind of guy you really don’t want to get into an eating competition with after all at just under 500 pounds in weight, he’ll take more than a bit of beating.

In one serving Rick is proud to announce he can eat 9 fat dripping double burgers, 12 protein packed eggs, two large bottles of sugar laced coke and that’s just to start with.

It wasn’t always like that of course, at one time Rick would eat a meal just like anyone, average servings, average foods, average everything.

One day Rick discovered foods that hadn’t been tasted before. They appeared to have more flavor and yet in a strange way, more addictive.

One burger went to two, two went to four and four went to eight. The volumes just grew along with the regularity of the foods.  It was now un-official, Rick was addicted to foods and the worst kind of foods at that. This of course would lead to weight gain, bad health, social restrictions.

At 33 Rick couldn’t leave the house due to his weight. His weight was now giving him heart problems, the heart problems held Rick in fear and his fears were now being subdued by even more food.

At 500 pounds, stuck to a bed, addicted to food and literally rotting on his bed some would see him, speak to him and stared at him asking “how does that happen?”

Let me bring this back to you.

Have you ever eaten junk foods that are salt packed, sugar packed or clearly over-flavored? I know I have and the clever thing with these foods is this; you rarely feel satisfied after eating them.

Yet not only are they over-done they are also designed that way. They are designed to create cravings and create addictions.

Scientists report that there are certain foods and food additives that have a similar affect on the body and the mind as do hard drugs like cocaine and heroin.

The food manufacturers know this. They convince us through good marketing that good taste equals good foods when in fact, better than better taste can often mean the food is laced with addictive ingredients.

I wonder, is the age of i-Consumer built and perfectly designed the same way?

How much can a person buy and actually enjoy? Christmas is such a great example of many of these things in action.

Marketing, feeding frenzy of mass desires.

It starts very simple.

The marketing starts to feed the mind.

The mind is captivated as mostly the marketing feeds a most basic human desire.

Hypnotic language and words creates an inner call to action on the consumer.

Photographs are taken in a way that creates moments of pleasure.

The consumer is then ready to consume and will do almost anything he can do get his fix.

Loans, credit cards, borrowings and even selling older goods to replace with new goods, the wheel of consumption begin yet the reality is it never stops.

The sellers plan their selling. Almost every additive substance, thought, desire is placed into the campaign. The addiction of the consumer begins.

Here’s a good example that even I have fallen for.

Apple products are incredible yet look at the mass frenzy that is created during a new product launch.

The iPhone 3gs or 4 worked perfectly well yes some would almost sell, steal or borrow to get the next generation of iPhone that does slightly more than the previous generation.

Is this true?

How about 17 old boy known as little Zheng who actually sold a kidney over the internet to get himself an iPad 2? He was more than pleased as the amount of cash he got for his kidney enabled him to get a new iPhone at the same time.

Shocking I know.

But the real question is why?

The desires, the addictions, the tools of consumption are no accident.

When you get a new car, one week later the new car is just a car. When you get a new computer one week later the new computer is just a computer. When you get a new set of clothes just days later they lie on the floor, over the chair on in a drawer is more clothes.

And yet the desire for the next car, the next computer, the next set of clothing just never goes away, like the addictive substance of the hardest drug, once hooked, once hardwired, once on the endless journey of more the desire for more rarely is fulfilled.

Rick above was not only addicted to food, he died from his addiction. It’s a big ask of any human heart to carry 500 pounds of weight around. His addiction was a creation of the faster and faster i-Consumption society. Every bite carefully planned by those that understand addiction, the in-house scientists, the in-house psychologists, the marketing men, the accountants an of course the super healthy boss that would never dream of eating or feeding his kids such junk.

The i-Consumer is measured in cash terms only. Get them addicted, get them spending regardless of the cost to human life.

Yet is gets faster and faster and faster and even faster. The battle for what we NEED and what we WANT as never been fiercer.

So this is a time, has to be a time where we look at ourselves. Are we living a life based on what we want? Does the life of want make us happy or are we unhappy because we don’t have what we want whilst at the same time actually having everything we really need?

I do wonder how the young Chinese guy will feel once the iPad3 comes out? Will he be willing to sell another part of his young body for an upgrade whilst at the same time downgrading his own health as the price?

I do also wonder how Rick felt during his final days as death was closing in on him yet his mind still had the overwhelming thought for another processed burger meal being delivered to him secretly whilst in the hospital.

Are you addicted to the i-Consumption way of life? If so history has delicately revealed to us that this addiction can never be fulfilled. If it can never be fulfilled you are facing a life of want and a life of want can never be suppressed until you get what you want.

Just a thought!

Zoomanity is a careful creation of mankind.

Zoomanity has been designed to hook you, addict you and consume you.

The life of the most of mankind has been boxed, caged and masterfully planned so that control is almost always the ultimate goal of Zoomanity.

True?

Do you question what you eat?

Do you question what you want?

Do you question your life?

If food and consumption is addictive and carefully planned to be addictive what else in life has been planned the very same way?

Think about it.

I’d love you to comment.

Alan Forrest Smith

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 Cain was jealous of his brother Abel. Cain killed him, battered him senseless until the life God had given them, had left him forever.

I sometimes wonder how Adam and Eve felt about that? Their sons, literally minutes in time after creation itself, and man begins the route of death and killing one another.

The scene was now set for death by unnatural cause to become part of humanity.  As time moved forward, death by one man, death by an army, death by a nation became feared yet accepted. The solution to those deaths was usually to retaliate with more death, thus relentless ride of death gripped, held and still holds mankind in its grip.

I was just thinking, can you imagine being in the thick of a battlefield with swords? Arms, legs, heads would fly past through the endless spray of blood and if you survived you’d become blood thirsty for more or sickened to the core with the sight of another man losing his life before your very eyes or even your own swords.

And it all so simple today!

The slightest threat, the lightest word said in anger, the waving of a fist of even coded talk deciphered to say something it never actually said (W.M.D.) and the buttons are pressed, boom, bang another wave of destruction more wives, more parents, more children, more young lives ended in a hail of bullets.

Zoomanity loves that, the old ways of a very modern Alexander the greater than any other nation where the fat bloated generals, the warped mind of a weapons scientist and the public school boy politicians sit around a table, investing billion upon billions into better, faster, easier ways to evaporate more people.

Even on today’s news the announcement of a new weapon that travels 3 times the speed of sound (so you never hear death coming), with its slick name of Sea Ceptor. It’ll cover well over 500 sq. miles until it lands almost to the dot its destination. If it misses and lands on a school – that’s just collateral damage, and they’ll apologise!

Great graphics, great reviews, great way to kill more!

Yet in a strange contradiction, these are the same powerful people millions vote into governments to save, solve and direct the peoples!

Lets think about this madness (and it is MADNESS).

If a man on the street set up a campaign preaching death on mass would he be seen as insane, deranged and worthy of death himself?

I don’t think that needs to be answered, yet if a government, people in charge of running this world announces something similar, its acceptable and even justified.

Why?

The real issue is one of repeatism, one of conditioning and one of same old solution to age-old problems. After all people have been killing since the days of Cain so why change things now?

We have short minds, short memories and a short sense of history. This is a classic case of Zoomanity in action. Ask no questions, repeat the same old patterns. Are those repeaters destined to bring peace to this world? Are those repeaters the ones that can deliver solutions? Look at what is taking place in the Euro right now. Jesus rightly said, “A house divided against itself, cannot stand”. I agree and time and time again we see the endless repeat and fight approach to chaos and destruction by Zoomanity.

Don’t believe you are ok and it really doesn’t affect you, it does. We are the subjects, they are the masters, if we carry on thinking and repeating he way the do we shall follow the same path into death like they do.

The real question is can they (Zoomanity) bring peace whilst creating more weapons of mass destruction?

We sit and watch passively daily almost numbingly as more and more death piles higher and higher on our TV screens. We hear the world’s leading countries threatening to destroy other countries for developing nuclear capabilities whilst at the same time creating more nuclear capabilities themselves. The other countries are propagandised as, primitive, simple, crude and backward. Its even acceptable for the public to agree.

Why is that OK? Is it OK?

These are the guys we vote in to run our nations, run the daily lives of men and even expect them to bring peace or have we simply given up on the idea of peace?

Problem being; history for each man is short, seventy years of so. Yet history goes back hundreds, thousands of years. Babylon was a word power, now dust. Greece ruled the world with a blanket of death, now a small holiday resort. Egypt was feared by the world, now sand and rubble. Rome ruled almost every island and every land, now a small city in a small country to be visited by the annual history-seeking tourist. The USSR fell almost overnight despite its bear like stance against the west.

Who is next?

Over the top, scare words of a thinker? We are preached to question nothing. We are asked to stay quiet and accept. We are silently being guided constantly by the mass media of Zoomanity, yet the veneer of Zoomanity can and will fall at some point.

When?

I have no idea but there are some things certain as the rising of the sun. The World understands and copes with change; change always comes without fail, even to the leaders, to the rulers, to the stubborn destroyers of Zoomanity.

How often do you ask questions yourself or do you simply accept and get on with your life? After all, that’s what Zoomanity needs and requires, silent sheep, the Zooman, the passive ones.

I hope this gets you thinking at some level.

Please comment.

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 This might be the last time I write a review of my year … according to those that read, write say the world will definitely end in 2012. Will it? I have no idea. More on that soon!

2011 started with a relationship and ended with me being madly in love. There are bits in between of course, here are highlights I’m really happy to recall.

In no particular order of course.

• Tamuna my strong woman
• Learning a new unique language, Georgian
• Discovering a new culture, Georgia
• Finding a woman that is real and here now
• Visiting Tbilisi
• Adventures in Georgia
• Ghostly steps in the communist house
• Bullet ridden parliament
• Memories of Wars
• Feeling truly foreign
• Babua the wise old Georgian rebel
• Deda
• Ika
• Becoming a Georgian brother
• Georgian foods
• Georgian Art, culture and history
• Understanding newness
• Being silent when silence is required
• Ukraine airport
• Falling deeper and deeper in love
• City living in Manchester
• Pret a Manger
• Soya cappuccino
• Almond Croissants
• Chocolate Croissants
• Paris in the Summer
• Me and Lily
• Paris Metro
• Re-learning French
• Eiffel tower walk up
• Eiffel tower walk down
• Euro tunnel
• The Euro ha ha
• End of Bankruptcy
• Clear view
• Yoga
• More yoga
• John says
• My first book
• Morgan James my Publishers
• Becoming an author
• Seeing my book in Amazon
• Escape from Zoomanity
• Christian my genius chef son
• New look Ollie
• My darling Lily
• Punk rock Edd
• More tattoos
• Mini Cooper
• Life upgrade
• My first Mac
• New farmhouse
• Six foot dream bed
• Furniture
• More gym
• More fitness
• Blue tits
• Back to nature
• Global upheaval
• Switzerland
• Swiss culture and life
• My friends
• Re-grouping life
• New build
• Futurizing
• New book release

Some words I understand better

• Alone
• Gap
• Relationship
• Strong
• Real
• Truth
• Reality
• Honesty
• Now
• Being
• Humanity
• Zoomanity

2011 is a year where I accepted everything that was new, a year I tried to make a new discovery daily.

It’s been wonderful.

If you read this, thank you. It doesn’t mean anything to anyone apart from myself. It’s a simple note, a reflection a ramble of parts of my life in 2011.

2012?

Lets see.

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He was just 17 years old. Long thick curly man of hair surrounded his rather spot covered, flaking, greasy skin. With two silver colored piercings through his bottom lip and two huge ones in his ears almost big enough to poke a finger through. 

He openly said this was his favorite kind of day, he didn’t like the idea of work or working and would say all of this with a suspicious looking smile across his face.

As I watched him on TV, as I listened to him on TV, as I looked upon his manner and way on TV at his character being beamed into my lounge I judged and addressed nowhere boy based on the 50 minutes of TV being thrown at me.

So part of the TV show called ‘living with the Amish’ he was taken to the USA where the Amish communities lived (The Amish are a fundamentalist  Christian community) with another 5 teenager’s.

It was there after being lovingly looked after, trained, spoken with, taught, guided and laughed and smiled at his reality was slowly revealed.

Nowhere boy had no father

Nowhere boy’s mother was in prison.

Nowhere boy had brought up his two siblings on his own from the age of 14.

Nowhere boy had lost his brothers to care homes and was now living from care home to care home only to end up in a grubby bedsit all alone.

He revealed more.

A human being that needed loved, held, hugged and to be treated like a human.

I find it interesting how the confines, the conditioning and the ways of Zoomanity have us thinking in very set ways. We make judgment’s based on a moments glance, on ideas and precepts that things should or must be a certain way. We make decisions based on what we see there and then. On what we hear and what limited information we get. That’s the way we do it. Adults that surround us do it all the time. They see a vagrant walking the street but rarely think there could be a big picture behind the life of the vagrant.

When living in the city in Manchester I would talk to the same homeless guy each day. Eventually I asked him… how come someone clearly intelligent was living like this with his hand outstretched holding an old, filthy Starbucks cup. The story he shared was remarkable and I never saw him in the same light ever again.

The young guy on TV, his story was remarkable to say the least. His mother in prison for burning down someones home then abandoned to the hard uncaring world to look after his siblings at just 14 in central London.

It was clear by his own admission and his  actions he craved a father. Yet here was I making a judgment on him based on just 50 minutes TV.

There is a lesson of course. The lesson is who is making decisions for us on a daily bases? Is it you? Is it the conditioning of Zoomanity and the endless repeatist patterns of others?

This kid on TV, I get the feeling that his visit to the Amish will be the making of him. Being shown love, care, compassion and given the time of another human. I hope so I really hope so.

Next time you see a nowhere boy, a nowhere person a nowhere man just remember this person ash a bigger story, a life that is led to where he or she is right now. Compassion and understanding can reach a long way inside the heart of another. And if they walk away, go away and carry on their life, that’s their choice, they are simply the fruit of what has gone before them. Yes, of course they can change but only when the sees have taken root in their pain ridden heart and in their own time, not yours or anyone elses time.

I’d love to know what you think about this.

Author, Speaker and Writer of

Escape from Zoomanity, Vol 1.

It feels like every time I watch the news these days we are in a world an absolute confusion, turmoil and torment. 

One country overthrows it’s leaders only to replace them with another set of leaders they revolt against, protest against and kill against.

The so named Arab spring becomes a river of blood, children, mothers, fathers and the gray headed ones cry in pain and die in dishonor as their blood trickles between the stones on the streets of another revolting country.

The leaders of the leaders of the World, sit back almost applauding the sight of anarchy, even being seen in public praising the revolters telling them this is a great day for freedom and the free world as the former despot is paraded, televised, humiliated then in an instant his life is snuffed out as the world cheers, applauds and rejoices at the shocking images.

Justification based around "they deserved it"! The old proverb that a man will reap what he sows rarely fails yet the rejoicing of the slaughter the images of the deaths and the laughter of the killers leaves a deep imprint on the consciousness of mankind.

How many more deaths?

How many more revolutions?

How many more fallen angels in fallen nations must cry at the slaughter of more innocents?

And of course, it just goes on and on. The revolters carry on revolting, becoming new revolutionaries for an old cause, a cause that cannot be sustained.

The revolution will only be replaced by a revolution. Death can only ignite death. War can only more ignite war. The noise of the crowd will only be replaced by the noise of the crowd.

Yet there are peacemakers out there, there are those that are living and experiencing a life of silence, a life settled and enjoyed by them and their generations.

These are the ones that are settled with themselves, live for their moments. They avoid the wars of mankind, they avoid the revolution of the revolters, they strike a peaceful pose with no movement. They can only attract peace and will always repel war.

The revolution of the occupy crowd means nothing to them, they ignore the crowds, the packs, the masses and do their own thing. They create, they make, they are the real digester’s of real life, real living.

These are the ones that walk a crooked line,. They understand nothing is straight forward, they understand that water cannot be held back, they understand the bigger picture.

They know that the destruction of a leader or government will eventually be replaced by the same. It’s clear to them the a riot on any street can only give the notion of another riot at any time soon.

Yet the bigger picture is the mass of mankind is stirring, is troubled and unsettled.

There are now those that say we should hang on until December 2012 when the World will end. This only serves the selfish and needy, those desiring for another a newer, a crowd for a new world. There are those that preach a new paradigm that insist on new rules, new ways yet they never really get to grip with the new paradigm of inner, deeper, sustainable change. There are groups that insist that women are the answer yet these women display the traits of despotic men in their thirst for power, while the despotic men carry on sleeping with each other for gain of more.

These only serve to breed new leaders of the same old things dressed in new clothes.

Change starts inside. Revolution can only start in the heart of a man. Occupation must begin with the occupation of ones own mind. Freedom can only begin with the freedom of the heart.

Zoomankind is clever, run by spirits of darkness and hearts of greed. Things will change , they must. The cycle of change never fails, it always arrives yet the change for a twisted corrupted Zoomanity can never come fast enough despite change is rarely more than a decade in age.

Trying times, ageless days, restricted thinking of old men in young bodies. They politician and the revolter are one and the same only to take a revolter, clean him up and re-name him the politician for the revolution.

Yes it’s time for changes. The financial situation of the World is run by an insatiable desire to scratch the back of another and devise ways of sleeping with enemies for profits. As the waistlines grow around another banquet table, the death of a child takes place in poverty.

Change will come. You cannot hold back a river. You cannot stop a tide. You cannot halt an ocean.

How, when, why? The seeds are surely being sown. The seeds are taking root, the changelings will grow, are growing and will appear.

Revolution nothing is here, it arrived an age ago, its been growing under the glass and waiting to rise in full. It’s not a revolution of a street but a revolution of the man himself.

Revolution nothing is a repeat, a replay that will only result in the same old news. Yet change must come.

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Before I explain let me share a small story.

I have a small very old book Called 16 self sketches by George Bernard Shaw. It’s a rare book, a small book but a very revealing book.

George Bernard shaw was well known for more thing than most will know. I loved the self sketch in his book about him trying to be come and finally becoming a speaker. He tells his story relating on how his knees would tremble as he sat in religious society meetings waiting to debate or political party meetings as he sat nervously waiting for the debate to arrive in turn to him.

But one small almost insignificant mention in his book reveals something about George Bernard Shaw.

In his book he calls himself uninteresting so decides it would be better to write about others in his life that were interesting. One of these people is his eccentric uncle. He comes and goes with stories of life, of women, of adventure but mostly the kinds of stories young George would only hear from his Uncle. Some stories were said to be so strong the young George could only listen in secret as his uncle shared his adventures to others.

Reading the book the uncle certainly was a rule breaker. He certainly took the family mold and expanded it. He certainly took his life and grew it into a booked packed with lust for life and adventure for discovery.

George Bernard Shaw tells how this uncle he rarely saw became a huge influence in his life. George wanted and adventure a more open life, like his uncle.

In other words his uncle became a bridge into a new way to live and experience.

I just wonder have we all had that in life and how do we recognize that bridge as one to be crossed?

Think about your life for a moment. Is it a typical representation of what is expected by others? Do you do what has always been done because that’s ‘how its done’ Do you have a yearning for more life, more adventure, more expansion into your life?

Can you look into your life and see a bridge? The bridge is the person, the things, the moment that leads to an ever expanding you. It takes a small life and creates a big life. It takes an ordinary moment and creates magic for you. It’s a path of adventure that will carry you into brave new world, that will take you into a world jungle that needs some clearing, that needs a path beaten through.

Looking back on my own life my mum was one of those bridges. She and dad picked up their young family, moved away from a stalemate life and smashed through into a brave new world in England from the poverty of Scotland.

This became a bridge for opportunity, for new thinking, for a new way. The old way of mum and dads family had stopped working. It led to ill health, heart attacks and drunken lives in poverty. They walked out from it and created a bridge.

The bridge sent the message that is was possible, it’s all possible, it can be possible. 

That attitude left an indelible stamp on myself. 

How about you?

Do you have someone in your life, in your family or just a person that has passed through now and then and left a huge stamp in your mind?

Are these the bridge into a brave new way of thinking for you, you just don’t see it just yet?

To cross the bridge you need to be brave, you need to control your own life not be under the control of others. You need to thirst, desire, want adventure at a all-new level.

If you cross it what is waiting?

The bridge looks uncertain.

The bridge looks even dangerous.

The bridge looks unstable.

Yet you want it.

You may not know it, you may not think it, you may not see it right now but there is a bridge out there now and it’s calling you closer each day. You can choose to ignore it and carry on as expected or you can take your first step right now and start to cross it?

That’s up to you of course.

George Bernard Shaw became the man he became because he saw and crossed the bridge.

WILL YOU?

Published Author Alan Forrest Smith

Escape from Zoomanity Volume 1, The Book

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