I've decided to pop into you once again. I know I'm not invited, possibly not even wanted, but in all due respect, I come and go as I please, and you more than likely won't pay attention, or accept my presence, but that being said I am back to give my insights into another story.
Now I have said I have certain qualities, I have influence, but it is not a common feature for me to use this. I usually keep within myself, in the tiniest space possible, be it in the corner of your mind, in the end of a twig, or a rain drop. But sometimes I do get bored. Watching is amazing as I have said. I get to see the emotions fester from beginning to end, the outcome, the repercussions, the reverberations and so on. But every now and then I feel obliged to make a nudge, or a sign, or even if needs be a push.
It's not always for good, not always for bad, but for personal entertainment. I can play games with your emotions, I can give you ideas, and I can make you hear what is not really there. Now on this occasion it was a young girl who had caught my attention. She was happy, she had travelled, had a good education and a good job. But she had it too easy. Her father owned a massive company, had paid everything for her. Now looking at this young girl, and looking at a very similar one who lived on the other side of town, I noticed both to be very similar. Both the same height, age, both living nearly the same life, except one had worked for it. This other young female had worked two jobs, and paid for everything herself. Now as I've said before, no one ever really notices me, or acknowledges me, but when I want to be felt, certain things may happen. I felt this girl didn't appreciate what she had. She was slightly self obsessed, slightly arrogant. She seemed to have a certain air that she deserved to have everything.
Now for me this was disappointing, most of your planet has an excellent respect of that surrounding them, a work ethic, and an appreciation of what they can achieve. So this girl started to have a few nightmares. I won't claim credit, it's not in my nature. She had feelings of despair, hatred, poverty, desperation. She saw things that in her world didn't exist, things in her world she couldn't of imagined. Things that actually do exist on her planet, things people are dealing with day to day. Understandably this girl was worried by what she was seeing, she thought maybe it was a warning, that her life was going to get worse, she thought it could be a message that she needed to do more in the world. Now there was no meaning behind these dreams, other than that I wanted her to respect what she had, where she went from there was left open to her. She paid attention for a few weeks, made grand plans to go out and help, to reevaluate her life, but as usual this fell wayward eventually. So obviously being like I am, the dreams returned, and a few visions during the day as well. Now she began to feel that she was losing her mind a little, but the last vision I left her with was of the girl across town, who had worked so hard to have a similar life, without the easy money she had. This finally pushed her over the edge and she became better for it. She had more time for family, more time for friends, more money for charity, and more energy. Now I may have made her life hard, but in the end her life turned good, and she appreciated it a lot more. It's not that she wouldn't of achieved this eventually, but everyone needs that nudge or a push, and she just got hers early. I don't like to interfere, or have so much influence, but as I said, you can ignore me, you can walk around me, I am not physical and I am not domineering, but I am subtle and sharp. And with that, its just a hint, a tiny nudge to you, always follow whats right, and listen to yourself, even if its this little figment pushing you.
But as for always I cannot stay much longer, but I'm sure at some stage I shall return. But for now maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination....
Sunday, 5 July 2009
The figment writings
I'd like to introduce myself. My name is whatever you wish, and my life is yours to dream. I am but a figment of any imagination. I am multicoloured and translucent all in one. My story is never ending and also always beginning. I come from the deepest ravine and the shallowest puddle.
Now that I've introduced myself, I believe it only mannerly to say hello, so "hello". I have wandered to many places on this earth, and many others for that fact also. I find it incredible to watch a species to evolve, to love, to live, to die, to grieve, to celebrate. A range of emotions I must confess that not everyone is privy too. But for the lucky few planets who do have this joyous range, it is nothing but inspirational. To grow within yourself and to grow physically and understanding what it all means in the one moment must be a complexity sure to baffle anyone, but you all seem to achieve it with different levels of success.
It is this watching that has inspired me to write to you and to explain what I have saw, what I have felt, what has moved me and what has shocked me.
The first experience I will retell was one that conveyed the story of hope:
The time to me does not matter, as I don't conceive your time frames, but I do notice daylight and moonlight. This was a particularly sunny day, and involved a young male of your species. He seemed to be a quite happy being, always smiling, always talking, always doing something. There was no time for sitting around and doing nothing, as this would be a waste of his many talents. He preferred this busy lifestyle in the outdoors or just generally with society. A noble quality I feel. Now i have watched this young male for many a moon fall, and always he was on the verge of achieving. His life was like a merry-go-round(a strange contraption really, always picking up pace but not actually going anywhere-actually quite a good way to describe his life). He was always getting some sort of acceptance, or just beginning to gain momentum when eventually some incident would happen to stop it all. Be it a death, an accident, an illness, every road he was taking, inevitably ended in a dead end. It was like a puppet master was playing a cruel show with his life, or a bad TV show was always ending so we could pick it up again on the next show. It was fate. Now I'm not one to take credit, I'm not that sort of creature, I neither exist in this world or another, but for how I do exist I do exert an influence. Not that he will ever know this of course, I am merely but a flutter, a figment, a fringe, but I do have a certain guiding quality. Now it so happened that this puppet master "fate" had her strings cut and that dear boy bulldozed his way through those walls and finally took a step through his dare to be great moment, his epiphany and he ran with it. Now not all stories will end this way, not everyone gets what they deserve, but hope is a great thing, and to those who deserve it, to those with that unwavering confidence and to those who take what life deals them without a pinch of annoyance, maybe that figment in the corner of your eye will glint that much brighter and get you where you need to go. But as for always I cannot stay much longer, but I'm sure at some stage I shall return. But for now maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination....
Now that I've introduced myself, I believe it only mannerly to say hello, so "hello". I have wandered to many places on this earth, and many others for that fact also. I find it incredible to watch a species to evolve, to love, to live, to die, to grieve, to celebrate. A range of emotions I must confess that not everyone is privy too. But for the lucky few planets who do have this joyous range, it is nothing but inspirational. To grow within yourself and to grow physically and understanding what it all means in the one moment must be a complexity sure to baffle anyone, but you all seem to achieve it with different levels of success.
It is this watching that has inspired me to write to you and to explain what I have saw, what I have felt, what has moved me and what has shocked me.
The first experience I will retell was one that conveyed the story of hope:
The time to me does not matter, as I don't conceive your time frames, but I do notice daylight and moonlight. This was a particularly sunny day, and involved a young male of your species. He seemed to be a quite happy being, always smiling, always talking, always doing something. There was no time for sitting around and doing nothing, as this would be a waste of his many talents. He preferred this busy lifestyle in the outdoors or just generally with society. A noble quality I feel. Now i have watched this young male for many a moon fall, and always he was on the verge of achieving. His life was like a merry-go-round(a strange contraption really, always picking up pace but not actually going anywhere-actually quite a good way to describe his life). He was always getting some sort of acceptance, or just beginning to gain momentum when eventually some incident would happen to stop it all. Be it a death, an accident, an illness, every road he was taking, inevitably ended in a dead end. It was like a puppet master was playing a cruel show with his life, or a bad TV show was always ending so we could pick it up again on the next show. It was fate. Now I'm not one to take credit, I'm not that sort of creature, I neither exist in this world or another, but for how I do exist I do exert an influence. Not that he will ever know this of course, I am merely but a flutter, a figment, a fringe, but I do have a certain guiding quality. Now it so happened that this puppet master "fate" had her strings cut and that dear boy bulldozed his way through those walls and finally took a step through his dare to be great moment, his epiphany and he ran with it. Now not all stories will end this way, not everyone gets what they deserve, but hope is a great thing, and to those who deserve it, to those with that unwavering confidence and to those who take what life deals them without a pinch of annoyance, maybe that figment in the corner of your eye will glint that much brighter and get you where you need to go. But as for always I cannot stay much longer, but I'm sure at some stage I shall return. But for now maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination....
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Do we have anything to say? Is our generation ready to step to the front and say what they think? What they feel? Is that possibly too much to ask? To show emotion, to show a part of ourselves, to let our guard down? People seem more obsessed with hiding behind masks, stereotypes, images, "reps".
If we were to come out from behind this, what would we talk about? What are our concerns? Who would this generation be moved to save, or to fight for?
The next battle to be fought in Ireland and the UK is foreign nationals. We have seen from the past that acceptance is always the way forward, otherwise it inspires hate, violence, crime and pushing a part of society down to the underbelly of society. We saw it with the Catholics in Ireland, we've saw it with any ethnic minority in any majority country, especially the black man in America.
But where is the voice? Where are our own leaders helping to lead this acceptance? Why not now? Why later? Is it ok to leave ignorance on the streets, in our children?
Does the future not look brighter for the more multi-cultural basis it will have in one or two generations?
As a white man, I have been reading about Malcolm X, his autobiography and other works surrounding his work. I cannot deny he speaks a lot of the truth. I disagree with his teachers view and also his on seperation from the country, even segregation I disagree with. I believe in a partial integration, a tolerance, a new basis for our country to move forward with. People from Poland, Romania, and other eastern european countries are coming her for a better life, some in my own encounters have been far better educated than myself and have merely come here to work so they can improve their english, by being surrounded by it all the time. Is this not highly honorable?
Surely the people from the British Isles can understand this thirst for travel, as we are a collection of countries who seem to produce mass amounts of travellers. You can go anywhere in the world and bump into an Irish, a Scot, An English or a Welsh man, we go to these countries to learn their languages, see what they have to offer, experience there ways of life. And more often than not I'm sure we are faced by friendly faces and welcoming hearts. People glad to see "tourists" or even culture seekers. But yet in here we are so ignorant and arrogant. We mis-trust anyone who can't speak english fluently, we expect everyone from another country to speak english. We go to their countries with the knowledge of "hello", "where is the bar?" and other tiny phrases without a half inch of understanding of the rest of the language. Its a sad and depressing day when you meet a man who can speak five language, and you can only claim to speak one, with tit-bits of others.
It is time we accept these peoples into our community, time to make more of an effort to get to know them and their culture. Don't we want these people to fall in love with our country? To stay for good, adding an extra dimension to our culture? Or are we still too young and naive to want this, still to afraid of change? Still believing that with more cultures our own will only become weaker? Our own culture will only become weaker if we allow it too. Loving our traditions and passing them on and celebrating them, and sharing them is the only way forward.
Lets hope its not too late..
If we were to come out from behind this, what would we talk about? What are our concerns? Who would this generation be moved to save, or to fight for?
The next battle to be fought in Ireland and the UK is foreign nationals. We have seen from the past that acceptance is always the way forward, otherwise it inspires hate, violence, crime and pushing a part of society down to the underbelly of society. We saw it with the Catholics in Ireland, we've saw it with any ethnic minority in any majority country, especially the black man in America.
But where is the voice? Where are our own leaders helping to lead this acceptance? Why not now? Why later? Is it ok to leave ignorance on the streets, in our children?
Does the future not look brighter for the more multi-cultural basis it will have in one or two generations?
As a white man, I have been reading about Malcolm X, his autobiography and other works surrounding his work. I cannot deny he speaks a lot of the truth. I disagree with his teachers view and also his on seperation from the country, even segregation I disagree with. I believe in a partial integration, a tolerance, a new basis for our country to move forward with. People from Poland, Romania, and other eastern european countries are coming her for a better life, some in my own encounters have been far better educated than myself and have merely come here to work so they can improve their english, by being surrounded by it all the time. Is this not highly honorable?
Surely the people from the British Isles can understand this thirst for travel, as we are a collection of countries who seem to produce mass amounts of travellers. You can go anywhere in the world and bump into an Irish, a Scot, An English or a Welsh man, we go to these countries to learn their languages, see what they have to offer, experience there ways of life. And more often than not I'm sure we are faced by friendly faces and welcoming hearts. People glad to see "tourists" or even culture seekers. But yet in here we are so ignorant and arrogant. We mis-trust anyone who can't speak english fluently, we expect everyone from another country to speak english. We go to their countries with the knowledge of "hello", "where is the bar?" and other tiny phrases without a half inch of understanding of the rest of the language. Its a sad and depressing day when you meet a man who can speak five language, and you can only claim to speak one, with tit-bits of others.
It is time we accept these peoples into our community, time to make more of an effort to get to know them and their culture. Don't we want these people to fall in love with our country? To stay for good, adding an extra dimension to our culture? Or are we still too young and naive to want this, still to afraid of change? Still believing that with more cultures our own will only become weaker? Our own culture will only become weaker if we allow it too. Loving our traditions and passing them on and celebrating them, and sharing them is the only way forward.
Lets hope its not too late..
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