Israel and Gaza. A Plea.

Gaza and Israel.

I have researched the proximity of luxury hotels to the armistice line in both Israel and Gaza.

Hotels in Israel look a more pleasurable place in which to be barefoot. Gaza looks as though they are trying very hard.

Both rentable abodes are merely metres from murder and pieces of children, pieces unattached in a disorientating and warping fashion.

Both tourist hubs are within regrettable earshot of another father that tears at his shirt and chews his teeth whilst tears scream down his cheeks into a wiry Arab beard. Others stand around, clutching him in vain- their touch and own grasp offering no healing power for such cuts. The sudden rip of death between those still here and otherwise. The men around him appear daunted and confused, sickened by their reality and their latest definition of home. How can this man’s life be worse, how can he go on? They will hold him. We are apes. Perhaps some chemicals of the brain will happen in our favour…

The US Passport and Travel service warns me away from a potential visit to either lands. I agree. Rockets are an issue for me here…as they are for most children there tonight.

In terms of right to land, be it historical or racial, I feel that those in proximity to it are the owners- meaning, now, both. Israel has no more right to the strip as I do to Africa- the dawn of all humanity and the cradle of civilisation. Being the place of origin for some of my ancestors is irrelevant and all religious claims are revolting. All Israeli cries of requiring space to live are foolish as we do not burn one man’s home so as to build a palace for another. This is Nero. This is insane.

By all means, Israel, as a Jewish state, has a right to exist- just not at the expense of others in so far as death, desolation and misery can be considered a bad end of the deal for the people of Palestine.

There is no justice for your dead child in the murder of the children of those that committed it. You’re simply making more murderers, and more dead children. Both states have a growing population of dead children now, and it is rising along with the tide of hatred that will soon cease to roll back.

I can contact the ‘Commodore Hotel Gaza’ and enquire as to a good time to visit. My reason is that I wonder if there is, much like Britain mid-blitz, a duty of ‘chin up and keep moving’ business about them. I doubt there is when your two options are to either sit beneath a table or to run to the sea.

This state of Israel should exist, if its people want it so, but it must not exist as such- at the expense of blood and death to any other people. This is war, and this is empirical by such means as demolition, intimidation, piousness and murder.

Retaliation on both sides has achieved nothing. So we simply have hate. Burning the backs of one another’s children until you are all gone and the desert reclaims what it ever seeks to encroach upon.

A child is not a representative of the state, and an action against their children will see the worst reaction from that state.

The people of Gaza have perpetually lost- the defeat is total. Decimation of a people as an effort to end the actions of a few is a failure of your humanity and a statement that the greatest lesson of the 20th century- to stand up for those in fear of bullies- has been forgotten and ignored.

Israel. Shelling a city will kill the murderers you aim for, but not them alone. History will judge you for continuing and you will never become a beacon of righteousness that the modern world demands of its nation states.

An alternative?

I don’t know.

But not this.

The option resulting in the maximum number of dead infants is to be avoided. Perhaps at the expense of your safety. But you do not want to die a monster.

May peace come to you all swiftly.

Sam

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Meditation and Home-Defence.

How do you make a donkey reverse? You make the carrot frightening.

Anyway…

I’ve had an urge, for a long while now, to arm myself with something beyond the pale of civilised means- such as doorlocks and kung fu.

Hence, I’ve now a bow and set of arrows lying atop my coffee table- making it a much more appreciated ‘bow and arrow’ table- which I hope to make available soon in a superstore near you.

Why would I acquire a bow and arrow?

Big cats.

Where I live, a county called Kent in England, we have ourselves a local legend about a puma-like big cat- that people of the area see the arse-end of as it, yet again, disappears- or they find the wreckage of a partially eaten, mostly dead chicken.

And, obviously, I need a new rug/pet and so will be seeking this massive feline out so as to ‘achieve’ it as such (I feel that ‘achieving’ could be a much more possessive and aggressive act…”I achieved you mum”), as well as to have some degree of vengeance for the chickens that I’ll never get the chance to meet.

Hunting. I’m here to hunt.

I have to admit that I’m much more of a gatherer though. I tend to pick up things as I make my way around the Earth, and then leave a little trail of items I’ve discarded owing to a matter of lacking pocket space.

However, the natural instinct that I feel within me to hunt is potent, and enjoyable.

Hunting. It makes eating a little spookier owing to the activity frequently revolving around murder and digestion in the forest. Not only this, but it also tends to mean you can wear what was your dinner after eating it.

This is harder to do as a gatherer in the more-traditional sense; wearing what you find, as opposed to wearing what you’ve killed, doesn’t work so splendidly.

Doing that with watermelons is frowned upon by most people who have a brow to frown with. Why? Because helmets, which is at the most what a watermelon can be, are only supposed to go on your head. Maybe feet. Not buttocks. Not testicles- no matter how scared you are of sudden impact to potential descendants, and dick/and/or/vagina.

I like hunting and, though my current kill rate is zero, my aim is improving.

My current aim tends to be at suburban pigeons, and they are as surprised as sweet hell to find an arrow swishing past them. They don’t need to dodge it, but they move anyway. There’s nothing quite like making a pigeon’s eyes widen.

Naturally, in the same fashion as in the United States, my weaponry is for hunting, but it undoubtedly has a practical purpose in defending my property and wife.

I would like people, and yes…of course…zombies, to know that if they should attempt to crash through my door as part of the massive horde…then they be met with a volley of whatever I can find when I’ve let loose all my arrows. Probably the longer items in my cutlery collection- meaning that people, and yes…of course…zombies, will find themselves impaled by the most mundane of domestic items.

And that’s why we need to relax.

Zombies at your door with a collection of arrows and broom-handles sticking out of where you aimed should not be something to look forward to for such a collection of us as we are.

Why do we feel the need to do this? Why do we feel as though we need a zombie apocalypse?

A chance to start anew.

Year zero.

From the moment that begins, you’re are 90% more interesting because finally something happened to you- and you’re likelihood of being some sort of hero in your own story is multiplied to a degree that matters to you.

Credit history lost, the waste of years lost, all that time in traffic gone, no longer such a thing as a migraine because you don’t have time…

With less people, you feel like this Earth is suddenly a whole lot larger and the chance of you making it yours are finally nearer to that 100% that you have always secretly craved.

And though this is not a flawed feeling, it is a lack of understanding.

The chance for you to rule the Earth is perpetually immediate, although obviously easier for some than others- but still ‘achievable’ (growl).

You just needed to meditate first…and then move along with the home-defence.

Ten minutes a day of silence, eyes closed, lovely posture and a focus on what you want is a way towards the wonders that you are meditating for. You will think more clearly, and you will be more self-aware and open to whatever comes your way, you will be willing to start something…a challenge is an opportunity to become and to learn. As for the soul, and all that…whatever- I feel it is a placebo that works for the personality.

The only aside of this from home defence is that you allow people in as freely as a public park- possessions will fuck you over and eliminate your pocket space. So let them go, in and out, forget your things so as to remember your people and yourself.

If you’re being attacked- then be equally violent back: meditation is a personal thing that is relevant to whatever you conjure up in your life. If your decision is to punch a violent attacker, then maybe a little mediation will aid you and your knuckles.

Defend yourself- certainly, and hunt often, but do not be prepared to shut yourself down and away as though the rest of the world is contaminated.

As much as we are our own species greatest predator, when one of us is endangered or infected, we are all our saviour and our cure.

I have a bow and arrow, for home-defence, hunting, and for acquiring that enormous feline that makes myths about my locality.

I also have a C# key, liberated from an abandoned glockenspiel.

I have realised that when creating a great impact with this key- it makes a deep vibrating sound much like that of a Buddhist gong

This reminds me of the time I travelled in Northern India, Himachel Pradesh, Dharamsala, McLeod Ganj, and I am temporarily transported to that place, by the temple, over-looking the valley of the lower Himalayas, and I am peaceful.

I am also ready to defend myself- which I had to as was attacked by monkeys shortly before hand, which is far less amusing than you are probably imagining right now. You might find it slightly funnier now though, as I tell you that they attacked whilst I interrupted their oral sex.

Fucking tourist.

So when I am attacked- I have a meditative aid to deliver a blow to the forehead of my unfortunate aggressor. It goes “Dong”, whilst the forehead makes an altogether crunchier sound.

What home-defence offers you is a feeling of preparation to deal with what is coming in your life. Meditation is an actual way of preparing to deal with what is coming in your life.

Mediation is a means of defending your true home- your mind, and herein is the link between the two, but the distinction between them is still constant: home defence encourages keeping others out whilst mediation espouses a yearning to enjoy other people so as to either invite them in or knock on their door.

Prepare your mind, not your doorstep, unless you are expecting some of those guests you’ve gone and acquired.

Host the world, neighbour to all.

Sam