Coming Home

I have to thank my friend Thijs for finding this camp site in France that....

well...

Inspired this...

Coming home is a  wonderful feeling...
Coming home causes life to have meaning...
But, sometimes, the place you called home...
Is challenged by what you find when you roam...

To know your home by the familiar...
Is to live life by being similar...
For to walk into a place, you have not seen before...
And be totally at home, you truly need nothing more...

To see an old ladder, lovingly laid on a tree
Nearby are old pots and cans... not out of place, just where they should be...
Rustic and ruin, but perfectly sound...
Friends become family, when your true home is found...

I sit and listen to the music in their voice
Listen to family, not simply friends, who are there by choice...
They travel many miles to be here each year...
This family of friends, no matter how far away, are always near...

Miles from the madness, in its own time and space...
Cats roam freely in this wonderful place...
They tumble and play, for life they have no worry...
Much to be done.. but there is never a hurry...

For me, from the start, this place touched my heart...
I have lived many decades and thought I knew my part...
But the people and this place, are now simply "home"...
I now have a true place to come back to whenever I roam...

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We travel to find the real but when we come in the many, the real becomes lost...
To go to a place with empty beaches and then return to row upon row of hotels somewhat negates the point of going there...

So a place very relevant to now, but somehow lost in the past is a beautiful find.
To find a place that still runs on trust, not profit, makes you question modern life .
So no name will you find here, but, hopefully, many will  find it all the same.

I wish my time was not running out faster than I would like
So to one and all... Goodnight, I'm off to ride my bike...

What is going on with this small little world of ours…

Just another collection of thoughts...

One half, wants/wants to sell you, something new every five minutes and the other half wants to kill you if you don’t blindly follow some maniac or other…

The British can’t make their mind up on anything...

 The Germans, effectively, wanted a fourth Reich...

The Chinese wants domination of “it’s” world and cares not what people think...

The Russians… Enjoy both the freedom of living under a likeable Lenin and watching all the dash cam carnage online...

The Saudi elite covet western items while condemning western values for its populous…

North Korea keeps poking the US with it’s little nuclear stick…

The Americans are voting for a new “leader” between a very skilful, and rich by some very dubious means, "non truth" teller and a man who may well be the living incarnation of Zapp Brannigan but, strangely enough, may actually do something other than line his own pockets.

America… Massive country… Massive Ego… Massive prison service. Not so much “three strikes and your out” as “three strikes and you have a job for life”

Did you know as of March 23 2016:-
The American prison system is massive. So massive that its estimated turnover of $74 billion eclipses the GDP of 133 nations. What is perhaps most unsettling about this fun fact is that it is the American taxpayer who foots the bill and is increasingly padding the pockets of publicly traded corporations like Corrections Corporation of America and GEO Group. (smartasset.com/Thierry Godard)

The Bank of Mum and Dad… A whole generation of people today who have to borrow money from the very people who forced the house prices up in the first place.

Shareholders... The people who control a company they have no other interest in other than how much money they can take... If you had none would your products be cheaper???

Greed… Something nearly everybody has… To some it’s their God... People want to sell something for thousands that costs ten pounds to make... But to most it’s something perfectly normal, without any conscious thought of it’s effect… “I want this more than you” is the mantra of many a price rise…

Consultants… The people you pay lots of money to to get an answer, sometimes, that you might have got for free by asking your staff..

Austerity… “difficult economic conditions created by government measures to reduce public expenditure”…

What a strange thing to do in a consumer driven economy… everybody and its offspring wants to sell you stuff whether you need it or not and the government wants you to pay the tax but not buy the item… Go figure...

NHS becomes the NFHS… leave you to work that one out…

Private police/fire/ambulance services will be the norm soon but surely there can be no conflict of interests with business panels replacing councils

2106 Rio… my favourite quote… “Cyber Crooks Expected to Take Gold at Brazil Olympics”

Mind you… Bet the populous were more nervous upon hearing that the “tour” bus would not make it across the border…

I Wonder What You Will Be Someday

Entry into this world is, for most, painful…

To be squeezed and ejected, from water to air…

From warmth and protection, to cold and vulnerable…

From the gentle beat of a heart to the symphonies of existence...

To be aware of life, rather than wrapped in a thought…

To see more than the womb that was your world…

To see, through a blur, your new life unfold…

Your journey just beginning, but to what will it lead…

You grow and crawl, then learn to walk…

You learn to talk and fall over too…

You crate such memories for those who see…

You can understand a smile, but not a scowl…

But I oft wonder on the way to guide…

You need to know your boundaries, at least for a little while...

You need to know what’s hot or not, to keep your limbs intact…

You need to know a right from wrong, but who’s is the question…

I applaud those who teach with a premise of control present…

I condemn those who teach with control active...

I praise those who teach with realisation of ability…

I repulse those who teach a closed mind…

School approaches all to soon…

And you leave your second womb…

People jostle all about, some you know, some I doubt…

First day, first play, first to say “Hi”

You learn and learn the skills of life…

As life teaches you skills of it’s own…

You see the bad, You the good…

How will you choose what’s understood…

Family should teach you a way that’s safe…

But, sadly, this is not always the case…

Some are open and teach many views…

Some are closed and you cannot choose…

This time of growing should be free from care…

This time of learning should show what’s out there…

You should not be taught to fear…

You should never be taught to hate…

School is over all to soon…

Hormones kick in and you sleep till noon…

You find your partner, if lucky, your mate…

sometimes you know from the first date…

You expand your world through travel…

And learn new views on life…

You dance and laugh with someone..

And that someone is now your wife…

Jobs have come and gone…

One gels and life gently slows…

Time now for memories new…

But most of all, your time to teach...

Another life comes into this world…

You watch it being born…

Amazed in every single way

You look at your own baby and say…

“I wonder what you will be someday”

Most nights, when I sleep I dream...

Most nights, when I sleep I dream...

Most of these dreams are weird and very multi tangent

Mostly I remember snippets of these upon waking but they fade to quickly when I try write them down

But some just keep reoccurring… more fleshed out each time…

This is a synopsis of the latest…

Standing on an edge above the universe yet seeing everything right in front of me... The wars.. The lovers.. The stupidity of most races…

Trying not to look, to hard, in one direction for as soon as I do I’m there and a puzzle to solve before I am back standing on that edge again...

This time it’s Anguilla a small green planet in the Kellion system a few million human like people on a few trillion tons of rock

The water here is thicker, than most, and little life exists in the shallows but in it’s deepest depths there are the beginnings of another race. The next to inhabit Anguilla… possibly…

The puzzle, maybe, is whether to help those already here or those who will be...

Anguilla is lucky in that it only has three races.. The Klemmen, the Gueeds and the Angs, who are the remains of the first race...

For longer than recorded time the three have never all been in agreement, and peace... There is always some small part of their world being argued over…

For the Anguillians do not fight wars… None of the races produce many offspring and each just wishes to survive…

But those emerging from the waters will not be the same… they can spawn in thousands when the food supply is good.. or less when it is not… so all they will see is food…

For when a mind is simple it just wants to survive. It has no thoughts of learning, no thought of art, no concept of crime…

I look at Aelion the leader of the Angs and marvel as his skills. Stand amazed at the sculptures he takes decades to make and the patience he has to teach others...

I look at Gldes the leader of the Gueeds and am impressed with his guidance of his people to greater learning and the written arts...

I look at Kmlem the leader of the Klemmen and find such wisdom within this single person and how he imparts it to all his people, simply stunning...

In all this vast, beyond comprehension, universe there are few places that in their isolation evolve in, relative, peace… War is the norm… Greed is the driver… Jealousy it’s mistress…

So why am I here…

This time there is no puzzle… only to sit and watch and learn…

To learn the hard fact of existence…

I have helped so many end their war or started one to end their suffering but …

Did I really do anything…

I sit and watch for millennia…

Watch the waves of creatures who have no name, climb out of the sea…

They crawl then walk across the land and eat all they come across, all but those who hid to deep…

Then the swarm retreats back to the oceans, to where the food is now…

And the few survivors that are left come out of hiding…

Their statues dust, their scriptures rotted away but their knowledge of what was still clear…

They build again... The three races appear again and Anguilla rises once more but all is not peaceful and there is war... 

For those who saw the desolation passed down the memory of what was lost… some sort to recreate it and others let loose the greed they had suppressed before and sort to own it all…

I have no concept of ownership, or greed, so cannot understand those who do

A lesson never learnt is that in whatever a race thinks it is true… That truth exists for only as long as that race exists…

I learnt…

To help others, both in starting and ending wars... But to wish the need was not there

To understand the beauty of the moment perfection is created… A statue carved, a great novel written, an understanding reached or, simply, someone finding their soul mate...

I understand this beauty does not need war to exist but those who crave ownership and greed do not

Millennia of destruction offset by moments of perfection, is their legacy… 

But in the end everything is lost in the timeless eternity...

I saw the worlds before this creation and I will see the worlds in the next for eternity is longer than even I can comprehend...

I am not a God...

I have no, and want none, possessions...

I have no power other than what you give me...

I am one of many...

I am a thought...