The Unorthodox Website Blog

This blog is prompted by, not a phone conversation, but a monolog by an acquaintance who is an atheist and who jumps from one subject to another talking non-stop, so it’s almost impossible to get a word in edgeways. Unfortunately he’s not on the Internet, so won’t be able to read this even if he wanted to, which he probably doesn’t.

Anyway, among other subjects, religion kept cropping up in his monolog as he was saying, basically, if there’s a planet called Heaven, where is it and why haven’t astronomers discovered it? He claims to believe in science, yet he is only showing his ignorance, for neither science nor religion claims there is a planet called Heaven.

If he were on the Internet he could easily research the latest scientific theories on YouTube and elsewhere and he would discover that the materialist world he believes in is but an illusion.

On the news today a cap of £26k was announced for yearly benefits in order that they don’t exceed the average yearly salary, and again the proposal that council homes would no longer be allocated for the life of the tenant.

The benefit cap seems reasonable, and perhaps should be lower. I also think for able-bodied people below retiring age they should be required to do some work for their money, or better still, that the government should create proper jobs for everybody. There’s plenty of work needs doing in the community, in hospitals, charities, etc. Why just hand out money to people able to work for doing nothing? Wasteful to the country, and demoralizing for those who feel useless. In a Socialist society jobs are created for everyone, or available work is shared out as the profit motive is then not the main goal.

As to the proposal for council homes, I’m totally against this.

Over six months ago I applied to join the Communist Party of Great Britain (Provisional Central Committee). Despite a meeting with them, which on reflection was very odd, then a closed meeting they had in which they apparently had no objection to my becoming a member (nice to know), and further meetings which just didn’t materialize with no explanation, I have finally given up. What attracted me to them in the first place was not because they are supposed to be Communists so much as that they seemed to be the ONLY party on the far left who accepted the reality of the European Union. Being strongly in favor of a federal United States of Europe and the Euro, though eventually I’d like to see a Socialist break-away federation, I thought I’d join them. Their paper, the Workers Weekly, has a very open policy so the letters’ page in particular is a debating forum for the whole far left.

The main collage room (click on it to enlarge)

It’s one all, or most of us, have to make at some time in our lives, probably more than once. The journey back from bereavement when a partner, a child, a parent, close relative or very good friend dies. The most traumatic in my life so far was when my life-partner of 21 years suddenly passed away after a short illness. Two weeks prior to this I had little indication anything was wrong, so it came as a complete shock to me.

This was all over 20 years ago now, and the classic stages of bereavement have long since been completed, though I may not have recognized them at the time. For instance I was insistent that at no time did I feel anger, yet I realize I did feel this emotion against the hospital doctor who diagnosed what was wrong with him and told us in a most insensitive manner.

I had the misfortune to move to this wretched town (my mother’s idea), which people either love or hate, when I was just 16. Quite the wrong time to move anywhere, and WGC as it is known is the last place for a teenager to move to. Any friends I had in North London where I lived previously were left behind, I left college in Tottenham that year and knew nobody my own age in the town. All the others had gone to school/college together locally and I was very much the outsider.

WGC had nothing for teenagers. Every facility was planned to the last detail, but the original idea of the founder Sir Ebenezer Howard, was later ignored. He envisaged garden cities (the first was Letchworth) with swathes of parkland or countryside sweeping in to the center in between buildings set in a semi-rural landscape.

There is a huge division in scientific theory at the moment. What is regarded as mainsteam or orthodox science, propagated by the likes of physicist Stephen Hawking and biologist Richard Dawkins and all mainstream scientists, is very materialistic and completely denies the existence of anything remotely like Spirit or God.

The other scientific theories, expounded by Quantum Physicists and many other scientists and medical men, including Prof. Brian Josephson, Prof. Jessica Utts, Dr Edgar Mitchell, Prof. Fred Alan Wolf, Deepak Chopra, Prof Russell Targ, Dr Amit Goswami, Dr Claude Swanson, Ron Pearson, Prof John O. M. Bockris, Dr Thomas Campbell, Dr Charles Tart, Dr Peter Fenwick, Dean Radin and many others, are coming to conclusions which are very different to those of the materialists.

Ever since Albert Einstein and then the advent of Quantum Physics the materialist concept of the Universe has been seriously under fire.

Every New Year there’s a lot of nonsense flying around. We all know that at the end of the next 12 months we’ll all be a year older, if we survive that is. We also know things will go on much the same with wars, murders, natural disasters, etc. Famous people and friends/relations will become ill and some will die. Yet every December 31st people celebrate what is, after all, just another arbitary date in a calendar based on the false birthdate of a Spiritual leader in the Middle East, and even that is some years out. The Jews and Muslims have different calendars, so why people should optimistically expect January 1st to be the start of a new era is totally illogical.

This year it is even more illogical. 2012 is apparently the last year of the Mayan calendar, so for the nth time in my life I hear the end of the world is coming.

We now have, in Britain, civil partnerships for gay men and women, and soon we may have gay marriage. This is all well and good, and far too long coming, but what about all those gay couples who were in loving relationships for years and weren’t allowed to register it?

Many of these people are now dead, but there are also surviving partners like myself from gay relationships where one partner died before civil partnerships became possible.

I appreciate it is a difficult area and hard to change things retrospectively, but surely gay men and women who were in loving relationships for years should have some sort of recognition, given that they were never allowed to register these relationships?

Many, like myself and my partner, exchanged rings or tokens of our affection, and looked after each other literally ’till death did us part, in sickness and in health’.

It is often very difficult to sort out what is propaganda and misinformation/disinformation and what is the truth. For instance stories related to North Korea now repeated because of the death of the ‘Dear Leader’ Kim Jong-Il.

Clearly Western disinformation is the lie that the building on the North Korean side of the border at Panmunjeom in the Joint Security Area is just a false facade. In fact it is a real building, and Western visitors have been inside it.

Horrific stories came out of North Korea some years ago about whole families being executed in gas chambers at Camp 22, women being forced to eat poisoned cabbage and other macabre executions and experiments reminiscent of Nazi Germany. These were largely spread by defectors to the West, so disinformation cannot be completely discounted. If true, however, it means the Stalinist North Korean regime must be as brutal, corrupt and fascist, rather than Socialist, as the Pol Pot regime in Cambodia/former Kampuchea.

I have my mother and ‘Aunt’ Dora  to thank for escaping a terrible life in Cyprus. Back in 1951 when I turned 6 and my brother 2 my father (Hercules or Eracles, known as ‘Herky’) was planning a holiday for all the family in his homeland, the island of Cyprus.  Dora was the English wife of a Greek-Cypriot named Johnny and neither was really a relative of ours, but she was a great friend of my mother and before we were due to leave for the holiday Dora confided in her. ‘Johnny would kill me if he knew I’d told you, but Herky has only bought one-way tickets for the two boys. He wants to bring them up in Cyprus.’ My mother would  be allowed to return to England if she wished, but definitely my brother and I were to remain on that wretched island, then in the throes of EOKA terrorism against the British as the Greek-Cypriots sought not independence but Enosis or union with fascist Greece.