The Well.

Funny life. Isn't it !

Funny how it turns. Turns you round. Turns you round and spits you out.

Funny how it turns your round, spits you out and rubs your face in the dirt !

Lifes like that !!!

Well, for some at least.

Some survive, some don't. Does that mean anything ? I guess not ! Well, not for us little people down hear on the streets. There is a little know fact of life that seems to amuse and bewilder some people today. It scares some and angers others.

It does both to me !!!

Most people have no idea of what it is. And others fear to tread there. It is a rather frightening thought when one thinks of it though.

If a person cares to really think about it they can come to various conclusions as to a suitable metaphor for its explaination.

I prefer "A Well".

A Well is abit like a building really. In some respects anyway. Sort of like this. They both have a structure on top of them, there very long and people peer down from the top.

Now just imagine if it was a really round Well. A Well with only a few people at the top, and many people at the bottom.

The people at the top just keep putting on more and more bricks at the top, and the people at the bottom keep shouting out help.

Eventually the people at the top have to send down a few of their own to watch the people at the bottom because they cant see them down there anymore. They send these "Spies" down there to watch the "bottom dwellers" so that they dont start to take some bricks and build a ladder out.

Oh No, Cant Do That !

What happens to the people at the bottom when they try to do that. Well the spies send messages to the people at the top telling them what the people at the bottom are doing. What do the people at the top do in return ?

They throw some bricks down to hurt the "Bottom Dwellers". They like to do it to !!!

This is a metaphor really. I like metaphors. They make one think outside the square.

The above is a metaphor. A metaphor for a BANK !!!

Banks do have "Spies" !!!

There called "Fraud Officers" or "Fraud Investigators". And what do these "Fraud Officers" do ? Well they give the Banks what the Banks want.

ALL YOUR INFORMATION !!!!!!

If you owe money, or have ever owed money to a Bank. The Bank knows everything about you. And I mean EVERYTHING !!!

Financial Fraud Investigators conduct their investigations just like a government spy. They dont do anything illegal mind you, because they have given themselves all the power that they could buy from the governments of the world.

And they want more.

And they will buy MORE !!!

When ever they see fit.

And they see fit all the time.

Financial Fraud Officers have the power and the resources to get eveything they want on you with the litteral click of a button.

Ever got caught selling illegal drugs ? They know !
Ever got caught drink driving ? They know !
Ever got caught having sex ? They dont know.

BUT THEY WILL IF YOU OWE THEM MONEY !!!

They are trained to conduct surveillance at the highest levels. And they have the money and power behind them to do so !

So everytime you think you are being followed by the Police, everytime you think you are being followed by the Government. Your'e probably not ! But you can bet your last dollar that if you are being followed, and you have noticed it, then it is more likely to be a Bank Fraud Investigator.

Why do they want to follow you ? Well they want to throw your butt in jail.

And please believe me!

THOSE BARSTARDS LAUGH WHEN THEY DO IT TO ! ! !

( No offence to the REAL spooks ! )

Intelligence, Stairs, Knowledge, and Space / Time Travel.

Or, "How to evolve ones own head".

Intelligence. What is it really? Arr, that is the question isn’t it. Everybody, well most of us, wish to be more intelligent.

To become more intelligent is an easy task that any person can perform. A bit like “Product Procurement” from a business perspective. If a business wishes to make lots of money then they need to have a product to sell to a customer. Simple right. A business won’t get rich without having a vehicle to carry it on that path. Without the vehicle the business is just another lonely traveller on the path.

So, how does this relate to intelligence. Well. A person cannot suddenly become more intelligent. That is highly unlikely or next to impossible. They have to work at it. Slowly but surely. You see, knowledge is like a staircase. And everybody knows that you have to be able to walk before you can run.

When a baby begins to walk it takes a few simple steps at first. Falls over and cries. People, when embarking on the task of gaining a better education, follow a similar process. They take a few simple steps first, fall down, realise that the process is hard, and then cry because they cant do it. Think of it like this. A person enters an educational institution, realises that its hard work, and gives up.

To become intelligent one has to at first, take small steps. Because that is how intelligence works. The process is very much similar to a staircase. Only in this case the stairs are all different sizes. To become intelligent, you have to climb the stairs. There is no other way.

Maybe !!!

When embarking on this process, a person will find that their knowledge does not increase on an exponential curve. Their knowledge grows in leaps and bounds. These are the stairs, and the entire process of learning is the staircase. However, each stair, is a different height and length. Hence the leaps and bounds analogy.

Upon climbing each step, a person has, in essence, raised their knowledge. At the beginning of the climb, the person can only see the way up. Until they have climbed a few stairs. Then they can see a bit of the view. So they climb a few more stairs, up and up and up. And then they can see further. And, they can also see back down the staircase.

Okay. So lets assume that a person is a fairway up the staircase. And they decide to look down. What do they see? “Well, they see stairs” you say. Yes, that is true. But, what do they see if they truly look. And by that I mean stepping forward just enough so that they can see clearly up and down the staircase. What do they see?

If they have learnt enough by this stage they will begin to see a pattern. A pattern in the staircase it self. And that pattern is, that the stairs in the staircase are all different sizes and all different lengths. Some people, see this pattern early on in their climb. Others see it much later. And still, others don’t ever see it at all.

When the person gets to this stage in their climb, and has seen the pattern, they notice that they can now jump down the stairs and back up again. Landing on whatever stair they choose. However many times they choose. At this stage though, they still cant go above the stair they finally reached. They still have more climbing to do. So, off they go. Climbing once again. But now, when they get to a stair, they can jump back down to a similar stair and then back up again to continue on their climb.

At some specific point on their climbing journey, they have to stop. They have to stop because they have reached the “Special Stair”. Upon climbing up on to this special stair, they realise something. Something monumental!

This stair is a very special stair indeed. Because upon reaching this stair they realise that they can now jump to any stair on the staircase. Both up, and down. It is here, at this stair, that they can see the full pattern that the staircase uses. And, they can also see the patterns of similar stairs themselves. And they realise that they can now jump up and down the staircase to different stairs with similar patterns.

Much like the theory of Space / Time Travel. They have basically reached a “Worm Hole” in their education. Because, by jumping to any stair on the staircase, they are basically performing the same process as a space / time traveller would on their journey. Jumping to any point in space and or time. And to learn something new, our staircase climber, can jump there in an instant. Because they now understand how the staircase was built.

Sometimes, new stair climbers, don’t climb all the stairs themselves, but still reach the special stair. On these peoples journeys, they have met an old stair climber. An old stair climber who has climbed to the special stair themselves. This old stair climber, offers the new stair climber a lift, but has certain stops to make on the way. These stops, the old climber says to the new climber, are so that they will understand the special stair when they get there. For if they don’t stop at these stairs, the new climber will not learn to jump, and will probably fall all the way back down the stairs. Bumping bumping bumping all the way down to the bottom. When the old climber, gets the new climber to the special stair, the old climber shows the new climber, the secret to jumping up and down the staircase. For it is written on the “Special Stair”, and, on every stair itself.

“And what are the words that are written on each and every stair” you ask?


“ SYSTEMS THEORY ”

Aliens, Technology and Ant Hills !

Ever Seen a UFO ? You Won't !

Aliens. Now that seems like a good blog for the next aeon.

Why is it that modern day peoples and scientists alike seem to decry and defame those who "claim" to have seen a UFO. By its true definition, the term "UFO" means "Unidentified Flying Object". To me, and the many others, this means an object in the sky that is as yet unexplainable. It does not necessarily imply that a being from another world has landed in your front yard. Thats just the neighbours cat pooping in your garden again.

If one thinks of the time scale of the Universe, then it is relatively easy to form the conclusion, that life may have started in some other part of the Universe not local to the Human species. Given this, it is also easy to deduce that other intelligences may already be out there. And thriving. Some of which may have been here. Some of which may have not. Some of which may have even passed by our little planet without our knowledge.

I can hear the detractors spires fall, as they band together to eradicate the beast from the village !!!

Take this analogy for example.

You are an Ant (nothing personal) . A tiny little Black one. You live in an ant hill. You are the Queen Ant. One day you decide that you dont like your ant hill, and decide to move house and build a new one. About 100 meters away. You put out the order, and you and all the other little Ants move to the new ant hill site and begin to build a new one.

Meanwhile, about 1 kilometer away, there is another ant hill. This ant hill has been there for many years. When this ant hill was first built, it was only a small ant hill. But, over time, it has grown to be quite large. And now contains many many ants. These ants are not Black. They are Brown.

Now, one of the tasks that you, as Queen of the ant hill, has to perform is to have worker ants build the tracks that all your ants will follow.

Meanwhile, at the other ant hill, this task was completed many years ago. And the tracks are firmly established.

Now is the time for thinking !

Your ant hill, or civilisation, is only just beginning to be built. The other ant hill and its civilisation has been firmly established for many years.

Do you, as Queen of one of the ant hills know that the other ant hill exists ? And, does the other Queen of the other ant hill know that you exist ? No. Neither of you can. The distance is far to great for a few ants to transverse.

But, a small bird knows of both of you !!!

One day, while out on a scouting patrol, a few of you ants are attacked by the small bird. And some are taken away. These ants run back to you and tell you the following story.

"Queen Ant, we were out scouting and something came down from the sky and took our friends away".
You say, "Thats Preposterous. What did this thing look like."
They answer, "Well it seemed to have feet, but they didn't look like feet. It seemed to have eyes, but they didn't look like eyes. It seemed to have a head and body, but it didn't look like a head and body".
And you finally say, "You are all relived of your duties, go see the ant doctor, you are all suffering from ant disease".
And off they trot, the laughing stock of your ant hill.

Meanwhile, on the same day, at the other ant hill, the little bird lands. He has been here before. The ants at this ant hill are ready for him. They have changed over time and have bred soldier ants to protect the colony. Many years ago, a wise ant wrote a book about the bird, and the ants have been reading it ever since. This time they are ready for the bird. And the soldier ants go out to meet him. A few are lost, but they eventually drive him away by biting his feet. However, many many ants still do not believe that the bird even exists, and laugh at those that do.

Now, the ants have seen something, but they can't explain what it was that they seen. They know that they seen something, but are laughed at, decryed and defamed. This kind of action goes on for many years in both the ant colonies.

Meanwhile, every now and then, when all is calm and the worker ants are out working in their little groups, a big brown bird appears swooping down from the sky. It chases the little black bird away. This bird quickly takes its feed of ants and moves onto the next ant collony. Yours.

On this day, some of your worker ants run back to you and explain, that some of the worker ants just disappeared. They never seen a thing. One moment they were there, the next they wern't.

Okay. Now here is the heavy part.

What you need to do here is think about this story and remember the basic way it pans out.

After you have done that, supplant the Ants colonies for two different intelligent species on two differrent worlds.

Supplant the small black bird for a different species altogether. And supplant the big brown bird for another species altogether.

The book the little black ant wrote is analogous to the Bible.

The brown ant colony is a more technically advanced civilisation than the black ant colony.

The black bird is a vastly superior civilisation to both.

And the brown bird is the civilisation who is superior to all.

Now reread the title of this blog.

Ever Seen a UFO ? You Won't !

There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves !

The Internet ! What is it ? Really ???

What is the Internet? I was told once ( or twice! ) . By people that thought that I knew jack. Hmmm. Interesting concept there ! I know one thing. The Internet is not the be all and end all of everything. And I know another thing ! That everything is definately NOT on the Internet !

Maybe, thats the whole process of the Internet. To become a vast repository of decentralised information that is obtainable to a vast majority of the Earths populace.

Or, should that be, the last suppository for the information stored by the Earths populace ? Interesting concept there !!!!!!

I remember a time. A time of chaos. (Whoops, sorry, thats out of a movie) . I remember a time when the Internet wasn't there. I was but a wee nipper (metaphorically speaking of course, not physically. Although,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I have asked a lady or two (or three) if they would ablige me by becomming a wee nipper. LOL) Interesting concept there !!!!!!

No, I shall digress back to my original train of thought. The Internet!

I shall, tell all and sundry, here and now, that the Inernet is a vast and quantifiable behemoth, that may eventually become Humanities representation of a Deity. Now that is an interesting concept !!!

Why do I think that, one may ask. Well, its just an extrapolation of the Internets current tasks and duties to Humanity. How many of us now just do a search when we have a WTF moment (a WTF moment, is a moment when a person asks the question, "what the **** ?". As opposed to an answer that a person has to another, when another person does something stupid. This is called an FM moment, where FM means "**** me"). Simple concept really. A snowball doesn't get smaller now does it?

The future has imploded into the present.
With no nuclear war, the new battlefields are people’s minds and souls.
Megacorporations are the new government.
The computer generated info domains are the new frontiers.
There is better living through science and chemistry.
We are all becoming cyborgs.
The computer is the new “cool tool,” and though we say “all information should be free,” it is not.
Information is power and currency in the virtual world we inhabit, so mistrust authority.
Cyberpunks are the true rebels.
Cyberculture is coming in under the radar of ordinary society.
An unholy alliance of the tech world, and the world of organized dissent.
Welcome to the cybercorporation.
Cyberpunks.
Billy Idol's 'Cyberpunk'.

And with the new technologies that are due to be manufactured sometime in the near future, we shall all be connected. Like a proverbial wiretap to the Deity. And, I might add. All connected to each other.

Given that scenario, it makes me think that someone may oneday produce a new kind of computer virus. Just imagine if we were all connected to each other via an Electronic Interface. If I was a virus writer, (in the future of course) . I could produce a polymorphic stealth virus that would infect the entire population. But, I hear you say. What would a virus like that do ? Well, there would be no need for a payload. Because, a virus like that in the future, could make everybody lose their own load. All at the same time !!! Interesting concept there !!!!!!

Even more interesting, is if one considers the prospect of a virus like that entering into an endless loop !

For x = -1
x = x +1
Print "You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals. Let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel"
Next x

Now, if one was adept at the black arts of Furtive Information Technology Procurement (Or Hacking) . Then, one would theoretically be able, in the future, to delete another. Or, as the saying goes, "Targetted for Termination". (Anybody seen Sarah lately ???)

By that stage, we will all be cyborgs !!!

Speaking of which, does anybody know "The Terminators" real name ? I do. Why, its "Alby Beck" of course !!! He even says his name in the movie. Just before he crashes his car through the police Station doors.

Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator wouldn't stop, it would never leave him. It would never hurt him or shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would be fathers that came over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only thing that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice. "By Sarah Connor - Terminator Two [voiceover] "

Fast n Loud. Punk n Proud !

Where did all the punks go ?

Now that was a time to remember wasn't it ! I had heaps of mates that were punks. Dont even know where any of them are now. I think some died on the needle, others moved away, others grew out of it, and then there's me. A lonely little punk sitting on the footpath.

Boo Hoo Fuckin Hoo.

Still, I am impressed with the younger generation in my family at least.
One nephew who was into punk (the new punk that is).
Another nephew who is into heavy metal (both old and new stuff).
And my daughter.

She loves punk, and the fact that I was a punk.

I showed her all my old punk clothes, which I still have. Smells and all !!! I showed her my old records (yes there vinal - real vinal). I even showed her old photos of my friends and me. Well the photos I could find. She even likes the music. And that I like very much !!!

I even told her about a friend I write to in another country who was a punk as well. She was very impressed.

So was I when she wanted to wear my old studded boots and jacket. She wouldn't take the shoes off ! And asked if she could have the jacket ! She looked so cute. Generation two is growing up fast !

Too fast if you ask me. She became a woman whilst she was staying with me over christmas. I was a bit confused for awhile, but I got everything she needed and explained to her what was happening. With the help of a few good websites. (Lucky the pictures were not real - now thats a scary thought).

She is a pisces, just like dad, but prettier. And she loves poker. Texas holdem, omaha, and seven card stud. She plays really well. Too well for me sometimes. Its like she makes the cards come to her. Very very hard to beat.

She knows when to play the right move on you, when to go all in, when to wait for the flop, and when to fold. Worst of all, she knows how to suck you out !!! She just sits there with no expresion on her face. I didn't teach her that !!!

She really is an ACE. Its her initials !!!

"Punks not dead at all".
"Punks not dead at all".
"Punks not dead at all".
"Punks not dead I know its not." Wattie - The Exploited.

Perception, Deception, and Reality

A Picture Says A Thousand Words
But a picture can be edited !

I believe, that I should post a post, that relates to the title above. As I read some other posts on someone elses blog.

I am not about to tell those scholars that have studied psychology or others what reality is. That would be counter productive to what they as individuals have learnt in their studies at their prospective instituions.

What I will tell them, and anyone else that cares to view this posting, is that Reality is Relative ! It is relative to the individual ! As one can see from a previoius post below.

Perception, Deception and Reality are malleable qualities that exist in the collective whole that, we, as humans, define as "Reality". Believe me! I have the street experience to back it up.

How do I arrive at this conclusion you may well ask. Well, being a Private Investigator is a good grounding for any type of Perception, Deception, Reality manipulation. It is an Art ! Countless times during my work I have stood next to people and conversed with them in disguise. All the time manipulating their perceptions of a specific aspect of a case. Some of whom were, as the education systems defines, "Well Educated". More often that not, those people were the easiest to deceive.

Disguise is a common technique, for those of us who perform in this role to earn our living. Although, not necessarily physical. As are others. All of the qualities that Perception, Deception and Reality define are easy to manipulate if one has the inherent education. An education that usually comes from the street.

Yes, booksmarts are a wonderful thing, but they fail into insignificance when confronted with a savvy streetsmart individual. How many of us, partake in our daily lives, with not even a second thought as to our immediate surroundings ? Be truthful, how many!

Here is a quick test to see if you understand or believe what I am saying here.

Q. The last time that you went to a public place, how many people were in the direct vicinity? What were they doing? Who was the proverbial "Man in Charge"? What were others doing? Who was the person sitting in a corner away from others and the lime light? What colour were the walls? What was the general type of clothing worn by most people? Etc etc etc.

What one perceives as "Real", is, in some situations, DEFINATELY NOT ! The human mind expects to see what it expects to see! Forget the buggings and phone taps, as portrayed in movies. That, although it does happen, is about as far from the truth as one could get!

The manipulation of a persons perceptions and reality occurs on a far far more personal level. Booksmarts, coupled with Streetsmarts, are a far better education than that provided by any educational instiution.

And when you have been six foot away from someone, in their own house, you will believe that to !!!

" She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him. By Poncho, in the movie Predator".

Bad Beats, Law and Turtles

Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle Twome
Time for this one to come home.

Well, tonight, the 8 December 2005, I played in my Poker tourno again. And what a short game it was for me! Let me tell you that! I was about second on my table to be busted out. I only came in 64 th position. A bit of a bad beat for me one could say !!!

Still I guess I learnt something. I learnt that one cannot always win!

"To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." - Joseph Chilton Pearce

I was short stacked and the only option that I had was to go "all in". I had already put heaps into the pot, so what option did I really have. Zip, Nada. I had two pair, 10's and 7's. The lady who beat me and the other man that went out with me, had a flush.

Still, I beleive that I won in another area today. The Government finally updated the "Family Law Act". After 30 years! Gives fathers a better leg to stand on now. Fathers are now going to receive about the same amount of time with their children as mothers. There will be stronger penalties for parents who do not comply with Family Court Orders, and women must prove "reasonable" fear of violence. Which means that the father must have been charged and convicted of an offence, not just the mere allegation of an offence.

Mind you, I am not biased against women, hell, there are some truly great women out there that are doing wonders for the people of the earth. There is a woman at the college I go to, who has a full time job, studies at night, and has four children ! Even my own sister went to her business. And she was dying of cancer!

"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden." - Johann von Goethe

oh well, there is always next week. Hopefully I wont get low cards.

"We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." - Martin Luther King, Jr.

My posts are a bit left of center. I like them that way. I was told by a very dear friend of mine that I should get one. So I did! At first, I thought that I wouldn't like it that much, but, I have found that I do. So, thank you!!! You are one of the nicest people I have ever had the good fortune to meet !!!

Freindship. Its like love really! Or gambling! You never know if your going to win or lose. I lost in the love stakes. Lost big time ! Really wish I could play that hand again! But only keep what I won and not worry about who I played against and what I had to bet. Now thats a bad beat !!!

"Help me, Mr. Wizard! I don't want to be a looser in love anymore! - Tooter the Turtle".
"Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle Twome, Time for this one to come home. - Mr Wizard"

I might repeat myself here "Still I guess I learnt something. I learnt that one cannot always win!". Gee, I thought that I already knew that ! Maybe not ! Maybe I was playing short stacked ? Maybe I went "all in" when I knew deep down I should have folded. That sounds like the truth to me. All in when I should have folded ! Humpf. Never doing that again!

I still don't know what I was waiting for,
And my time was running wild,
A million dead end streets and,
Every time I thought I'd got it made,
It seemed the taste was not so sweet,
So I turned myself to face me,
But I've never caught a glimpse,
Of how the others must see the faker,
I'm much too fast to take that test.

"Changes - By David Bowie"

And I am now !