High Rise

page 8 (2).png

You know the feeling; you’ve read a damn-good book and then the film comes out. What do you do? Do you watch some chump mash up a perfect story or do you give it a chance?

That’s how I’m feeling about ‘High Rise.’ I love JGB’s book, and yes, I’ve bought the film on Blu ray. But, I haven’t watched it yet.

The story is compelling in the sense that the characters choose the hell they end up living in – Ballard’s ‘elective psychopathy’.

Maybe we all choose our own hell and rationalise it by claiming it is paradise. Whether we will to Certainty, to Negation, to Despair or to Sensation, those tentacles are wrapped around our ankles pulling us into the Sarlac’s pit.

All I know is that we can choose otherwise. And there is help there if we ask for it. The opposite of negation is mercy and mourning, the opposite of sensation is peace and a healthy heart, the opposite of despair is humility and trust, the opposite of certainty is doing what were supposed to do and not stopping when we take a beating for our troubles.

Evil is a poison, a disease, infectious and spreading.

I recommend the serum of the Mount.

 

 

 

 

What’s Your Connection?

page 7 (2)

So another shooter shoots up a shopping mall. You can call him a stupid teenage prick, you can call him a soldier of whatever, you can call him another brainwashed victim of the curse of Religion… but in fact he was a human being who made a connection.

To negation.

So what is your connection? Coz if you don’t chose you will get chosen.

Jesus talked about ‘blessed are the spiritually poor, blessed are the humble.’ Nietzsche hated that shit, he thought Christianity was a Roman slave cult. What’s my connection? Is it to fucking, is it drugs, is it to my idea of my country, my village? Is it to God?

Tillich talked about the God above Religion. God is above Religion. We are above Religion, this earthly organisation is there to support us, to act as an enabler, as a protagonist. Once we connect to Religion, once we worship Religion we start worshipping an idol.

But that makes things harder for us. We have to think for ourselves. We have to grow our own legs, get up and stop being lame, thinking we are lame. That’s where the teaching on the mountain comes in… blessed are the spiritually poor, the unproud, the people who can honestly say ‘I don’t know. But this is my best guess…’

Once we say we do know, once we have certainty, once we are right and everyone else is wrong and an unbeliever, then we have hell on earth.

So what’s your connection? Your family, your job, your website, your football shirt, your big F Faith; or is to something else, something unseen, unproven, something this fucked up world needs to hear about.

The fightback starts at the micro-level: every thought, word and deed builds the human being. The individual human being builds society around themselves . What you and I do changes the world.

If you want to change this, then don’t hate, connect to the Will to Love.

And I promise that I will try as well.

 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HNCG2H2

 

On Hatred

3

page 6

We’ve had days, weeks, years, centuries, millennia of hatred. You can dress it up in whatever disguise you like: religion, nationalism, football teams, whatever, its so damn easy to hate, particularly if you feel you are the victim.

Hate goes down real easy, it feels good, but the hangover hurts like hell. The obvious solution? Hair of the dog – more hate.

Forgiveness? Impossible surely. How can you forgive someone who kills, who hurts, who causes pain to another.

The problem is we just pass the pain on.

That’s when we turn around and say ‘Fuck you, God.’ Usually we follow that up with a prayer.

But in the words of Saint Paul of Tallaght, ‘Daddy’s Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car.’ And he does and he has.

That’s the unique selling point.

 

Living on Borrowed Time

page 5 (2)

… without a thought for tomorrow. We live, breathe, shop, play football, watch football, eat, sleep, make love, with either the faraway concept that one day we die and that is it, or the faraway concept that one day we die and there is so much more.

Each of us has to choose our own ludicrous.

Despair is a process, the eating away of belief in a meta-meaning until all that is left is us as kings and queens of a ruined kingdom of one. Maybe we are right to reject the possibility of life after death because hell, there is no proof! At death, we simply cease to be in the same way as before our birth we did not exist.

Belief and Faith are oft derided concepts, these days. Just because we believe something to be true does not make it so. People talk about the ‘leap of faith.’ But I don’t believe it is a leap; it is more of a step, a decision to set out on the road from the City of Destruction to the Celestial City.

Who knows, we could be wrong. We might fall into a ditch along the way. The people who guide us could be charlatans.

But what is the alternative? A planet of reason consumed by consumerism, a world of warring certainties?

No thanks. I’ll make my choice, I’ll take my chances, I’ll fall over, curse my own stupidity and try again. But always believing in grace and mercy.

That’s my ludicrous.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HNCG2H2

 

 

Peaky Blindness

page 3 (2)

Lewis’s ‘Screwtape’, Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost’, Blake’s ‘Marriage of Heaven and Hell’ and the Book of Job all take the point of view of Satan, the Enemy, and use it to reflect the point the author is looking to make.

The great difficulty with staring into the abyss is the point that Nietzsche makes, namely that the abyss can stare right back into us.

But then that is reality, we live that every day, choosing the Will to Love or the Will to Power. We choose to become a cancer cell, or one that is alive.

But existential prevarications are meaningless in the face of life’s stresses and strains aren’t they? Human beings evolved to become nature’s greatest killers because we faced down starvation and fearsome predators and took the Earth and all that is in it. Without the Will to Power we would have become extinct in the Rift Valley. Evil is our greatest good. Would we stand back and let our loved ones die, turn the other cheek,  or would we fight back?

Where is God in all the suffering and pain?

And yet, what is our purpose amidst all of this? Is it to die fighting, to win the world like Thomas Shelby, or is it to die alive and loving?

Enough questions. For all is vanity and striving after the wind.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HNCG2H2

 

Land of Shame

page 2.png

I remember train journeys. For some reason they stick in my mind. I remember going to Southport as a child and losing my bear. I remember travelling to Scotland and the land was under a blanket of snow (I was visiting a university and had ‘Fisherman’s Blues’ by The Waterboys on my Walkman).

Other times I look through train windows and see a despoiled land that doesn’t seem to give a shit. Other times I look through my car window at motorway verges and roundabouts and see the trash that people have thrown there.

I take the dog for a walk and have to lead her feet around the smashed beer bottle and the Maccie D’s boxes thrown from the passenger seat of a speeding Ford Fiesta.

I walk through London’s parks and see two things: a sign saying don’t leave food for the birds because you’ll attract rats and a homeless man sleeping in the sun.

So what is to be done? Say ‘fuck it’ and throw our own garbage into the hedgerow? Leave our towns and cities a wasteland of industry and consumerism? Accept that those less fortunate than us live like human garbage wrapped in cardboard and plastic in the doorway of Matalan?

I admire those that volunteer, those who tidy up, who plant flowers and crops, those who help those in need. Those that do something instead of blogging and reading blogs.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HNCG2H2

 

 

Saint Anger

page 1

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HNCG2H2

We all feel it, we all enjoy a dose of righteous anger, but where does it lead to? Where is the end of the line? The answer in my experience is that it usually makes the situation worse. Not that I’m any kind of angel. I’m as bad as everyone else.

Anger is step two of the Will to Negation. Step one is isolation, the anxiety of hopelessness. Step three is destruction. The W2N is the antisocial value, anti-hope.

I guess the first step in curing any kind of sickness is the realisation that we are not well. Then we can unblock anger, turn it into something good by doing one of the hardest things in the world.

To forgive someone for something unforgivable, to forgive someone even for something vile and depraved, something the perpetrator might not even want our forgiveness for. It isn’t win-lose. It’s win-win, because anger poisons us inside.

Forgiveness heals. It rebuilds.

Anger and forgiveness are choices.