Para que serve?

                Eu considero-me uma pessoa relativamente sã, física e mentalmente. Sou obeso mas não tenho problemas de saúde. O meu cérebro funciona relativamente bem, à parte das Matemáticas. Tenho uma mente extremamente inquisitiva. Procuro aprender sobre tudo o que me rodeia. Mas há um assunto que me ilude sempre por mais que eu leia sobre isso: mulheres.

                São a mais bela criação deste planeta. A mulher é forte como nenhum homem alguma vez poderá ser. Mas extremamente inconstantes. Os seus humores mudam com cada brisa, mudam com as marés e mudam sem justificação nenhuma. Um homem pode ser apanhado em falso 20 vezes por dia a tentar acompanhar essas mudanças de humor. Se houver “roupa na corda” um homem pode falhar o dobro disso. Por outro lado, afincam-se em certos comportamentos, completamente irracionais, como um Eucalipto Australiano se afinca na terra. É um mecanismo que lhes permite fazer coisas pelos outros que às vezes não fazem por elas próprias. Uma mulher pode ser espancada pelo marido toda a vida e se calhar não reage. Mas o marido bate no filho e eis que se ergue uma leoa, pronta para tudo para o proteger. Inconsistência nem sempre é uma coisa má. Aliás, já disse antes que nada neste mundo é completamente errado. Um relógio parado consegue estar certo duas vezes por dia não é?

                Mas são difíceis de ler. É muito difícil para um homem conseguir estar na mesma página da companheira. No meu caso, mais especificamente, isso acontece tão raramente que eu acho que já vi mais ÓVNIS do que as vezes que isso aconteceu. Sendo um homem impaciente, pior ainda, acho que nunca vou conseguir. Mas gostava, oh se gostava! A maioria das pessoas que lida comigo diz que sou rude, demasiado frontal e conflituoso. Por outro lado a minha família diz que tenho bom coração. Um amigo não muito chegado diz que eu possuo o código de honra de um cavaleiro. Inconsistência a dar mais um ar de sua graça.

                Eu acho que as mulheres olham para mim e de alguma forma me acham assustador. Não as censuro, tenho ar de Lobo Mau. Mas não sou e era bom que começassem a ver isso. Estou a ficar seriamente cansado de estar a abrir o meu coração e a mostrar como sou realmente e as mulheres só verem aquilo que querem ver! Eu não sou fã de inconsistência. Para que serve ter olhos e ouvidos se se olha e não se vê, se se ouve e não se escuta? A informação entra-nos pelos olhos dentro, é berrada aos nossos ouvidos e não fazemos caso. Para que serve o nosso cérebro então? Se vamos passar a usar só o coração para fazer todas as escolhas podemos deitar a tecnologia toda ao gato, abandonar todas as casas e ir viver para grutas, comer raízes, bagas e bicharada em vez de hambúrguer com batatas fritas que só nos fazem mal. Abandonemos toda a forma de adoração religiosa que não seja o amor pela Natureza e pelo sol que nos ilumina a cada dia, e deixemos de usar electricidade. Era logo um ponto final na poluição e quem sabe, uma reviravolta no aquecimento global.

                De minha parte eu não pretendo abandonar o meu cérebro e tudo aquilo que ele me proporciona. Se tenho de ser rude, conflituoso e impaciente assim serei. Se isso não me trouxer mais nada a não ser solidão, é um preço que estou disposto a pagar para ser consistente, saber o que quero e tomar decisões correctas. Mas não quero e não vou impor o meu estilo de vida a ninguém nem fazer as escolhas das pessoas que me rodeiam. Cada um que use o sistema que achar melhor!

Virginity - The Holy State of Things

                Before I start writing – excuse me – ranting as I always do let’s get one thing straight (no homo-pun intended). I am not religious, but even I admit there’s something poetic and even nostalgic about the myth of holy, satanic and pagan rituals involving, in some way or other, virgins. Virgin blood, virgin sacrifices and pre-marital virgins – so cute… but it’s wrong! There’s really no sense in the virgin myth. In most men you can’t even tell that they are virgins or otherwise. In most women it’s just a small bleed and a bit of pain (never been with a virgin before so I can’t really be sure on either). Emotionally they make a big fuss around it, as I’m not a woman I can’t really understand that (and if any man can – get out of the closet). Let me explain.

                As far as sex goes, the first time each of us does it, it’s not all that’s cracked up to be. Insecurities, fear of pain (emotional or physical or both), so nervous you can’t really focus and your heart is beating so fast and getting so much adrenaline to your blood that you can’t really appreciate the “happy ending”. But like I said there’s some poetic beauty in all that. I won’t deny that I enjoyed my first time… but I had better! Oh yes! Moving on.

                As I have experimented a little with sex, during my yet young life I can say that virginity is more of an obstacle than it is a trophy to be kept clean and safe. If I knew then what I know now I would’ve get rid of it a lot sooner. Pardon me if I want to enjoy my life you purists’ bastards. I have no morals concerning sex between two consenting adults. As far as a teenager knows what risks it involves and that he/she chooses who to have sex with I get no concerns whatsoever. As for kids I got to draw the line – NO SEX FOR YOU! – consenting or otherwise! And pedophiles and rapists should have their junk cut off with a really dirty, dull knife (I’d use a spoon for the job myself, but that’s me).

                I enjoy sex greatly. Been alone for the most part of last 3 years, though. Recently I began dating again. And as you should have guessed by now she’s a… sweet, sexy, beautiful woman (if she dreamt I said she is a virgin in my blog she would use the spoon I mentioned earlier on my junk, so I’m glad I didn’t). So far so good. But seriously, she’s nervous as hell about it and it doesn’t matter what I say about it. I know I have to be patient, all my friends say that and I know they are right but… in the back of my mind I always get that feeling that we should be enjoying ourselves. Whatever, I can wait! That’s not the issue or, to be more accurate, that’s not all the issue.

                The issue is that I hope she’s not clinging to that religious, pious bullshit of “pre-marital sex is a sin”. I draw the line there.  I’m not really thinking of marriage (ever!) and I have not a single molecule of a father in me. I don’t plan on marrying someone I might not enjoy making love with. And as for the reproduction thing – that’s such a big pile of bullshit that I think even God Himself is knee-deep in it. Come on, if sex was only meant for reproductive purposes why would it be so good? So we’d have another temptation to bear? If that’s the case God is a sadistic little #%&$#$! Even when it’s bad it’s good! If it is good it’s great! And let me tell you about great sex… stop drooling on my blog so I can tell ya!

                We don’t get to have much fun on this Earth. For now it’s mostly servitude and responsibilities and debt. But sex still doesn’t pay taxes and if you are paying for it you are as smart as a rock with glasses. Sex it’s still free!

Critical Mass

                A lot has been thought, said, shouted out about the riots of London. Polititians and jurists want the people involved punished, maybe even without a trial at all. The insurance companies CEO’s are ripping their own scalps in despair about the payouts of the insurance of all those pillaged stores. News Media networks are divided (as is, like always, the PTB’s wishes). Some blame the Government about the idle masses that caused so much chaos and mayhem; others say that nothing can excuse that behavior, the violence and the destruction.

            What I don’t hear, read about or even think someone other than me is thinking is: how did this happen? No. I’m not talking (writing?) about the lack of police forces on the streets, the excess of unemployment that puts half of the young citizens of all developed countries main cities on the streets. Nor am I talking about the psychologist view of what happened that blame violent movies and videogames as cause for what happened. That’s just bullshit, spun around and fed to the TV-dependant, brain-lacking, thought-controlled zombies that inhabit (even thrive) in this world. What I’m talking about is the real how. The “how” that any person with an IQ equal to or greater than that of a chicken, if he/she puts all his brain power to it can achieve… HOW DID WE LOSE CONTROL LIKE THAT? What really happened?

            The answer is critical mass. As more and more people are pushed to the brink of survival and (paid) slavery, due to debt, created by the elite, to control the masses, a new thought wave is being generated. Why? Why do we have to serve the elites? Are they superior to us? In what way? Are they smarter? Hardly. Are they stronger? Rarely. When people unite they bring down corrupt governments and even countries. So… WHY?  I’ll return to this.

            I’m not an anarquist, so I can’t, in good conscience, excuse the people that were involved in the riots. I can’t really excuse any kind of robbery, fraud, violation of humans rights of any kind. White collar crimes happen everyday, cause despair and scarcity for millions of humans and yet it seems to me nobody cares. White collar crimes, political corruption, government “I-Don’t-Give-A-Fuck” policies are the main triggers of scarcity, that lead to this “critical mass effect” of violence and destruction, generated by the despair of people wanting equality and justice and not getting it. And yet the news media are as idle as the unemployed young masses of my time. Now it’s Greece. Paris last year. Critical mass:

Critical mass is a sociodynamic term to describe the existence of sufficient momentum in a social system such that the momentum becomes self-sustaining and creates further growth.

The word is scarcity. Scarcity is fueling the momentum and it has reached a point of self-sustaining and further growth. It’s on everyone’s mind now, and only one thing can end the critical mass effect. We gotta put a stop on scarcity. No longer can the few control the many by resource-management creating scarcity. It ends now. One way or the other. The many are sending a message to the few:

Make a choice.

Pequenas ajudas (se é que isso existe)

Já referi algumas vezes no meu jovem blogue que sou um grande apoiante das teorias apresentadas e defendidas pelo Movimento Zeitgeist (www.thezeitgeistmovement.com) e também das teorias apresentas pelo The Venus Project (www.thevenusproject.com). Poderei mesmo chegar a dizer que acredito firmemente nas ideias desses dois grupos como sendo o único método de chegarmos ao séc. XXII. Já voltarei a isto mais para a frente.

            Eu tenho muitas e variadas amizades com diversos tipos de pessoas, felizmente. Atravesso raças, credos, culturas e todas as fronteiras deste nosso planeta. Calma, não me estou a gabar, apenas a afirmar e isto é um facto. De entre todas essas pessoas que desejam, como eu, ver alguma mudança duas questões sempre surgem: Como e Porquê? Ou seja, querem ver mudança mas não sabem como agir nem porque motivo, já que mais ninguém o fará (ou assim eles pensam).

O porquê é fácil de responder. Porque sim. Porque o poder está em cada um de nós e cada um de nós é esse poder. Porque se queremos mudar o mundo temos de nos mudar a nós mesmos (leia-se deixarmos de ser um covardes imitadores).

O como, dada a sua raiz subjectiva, já é mais difícil de responder. Mas uma boa tentativa é a seguinte:

Eu não sou uma pessoa com capacidades sobrenaturais. Sou inteligente q.b. mas nem de perto nem de longe possuo um cérebro ultra-poderoso. Tenho bom coração mas não sou a pessoa mais caridosa que existe com toda a certeza. Então aí a pergunta pode ser outra. Pode ser como é que eu faço para ajudar? Voltando ao que referi no primeiro parágrafo. Se outras pessoas, como eu, acreditam que projectos como o Movimento Zeitgeist e o Projecto Vénus (vamos chamar-lhe assim, somos portugueses) são uma boa alternativa ao estado das coisas, uma grande ajuda seria mostrarem às pessoas que conhecem esse caminho. Outra grande ajuda seria explicarem-lhes, darem-lhes uma “visita guiada” a essas ideias, em preparação para aquilo que irão ficar a conhecer. Será uma pequena ajuda ao(s) movimento(s) e uma pequena ajuda a cada um de nós.

Pequenas ajudas valem o que valem. São as boas acções que os nossos avós nos ensinaram a fazer para dormirmos melhor com as nossas consciências. E daí talvez não sejam tão pequenas assim. Quando se olha para o mar, para a areia e até, para o Planeta e o resto do universo o que vemos? Pequenas ajudas. A nível cósmico a luz solar que atinge a terra e a enche de energia é uma pequena ajuda. Permite a tudo o que vive na Terra armazenar carbono (todas as formas de vida terrestre são baseadas em carbono, tanto quanto sei). As plantas por sua vez vão transformando e reciclando o nosso fornecimento de oxigénio e servindo de alimento dando uma pequena ajuda a todas as outras criaturas. E como diriam os ingleses, and so on and so on.

Não há pequenas ajudas. A haver pequenas ajudas não há grandes, logo, por conseguinte, não há pequenas ajudas porque não há termo de comparação. Podemos mostrar o que aprendemos, podemos construir algo à volta da ideia (ou de outras semelhantes), podemos apenas apontar o caminho para quem ande (como eu andei) perdido. Mas a questão é que cada gesto nosso transforma o mundo, transforma quem lá vive, transforma-nos. Vamos fazer com que cada gesto seja de união, seja de coragem e seja de bom coração para as transformações serem positivas.

Vejam os seguintes documentários:

·         Zeitgeist Final Edition; Zeitgeist Addendum; Zeitgeist Moving Forward;

·         The Inside Job;

·         Future by Design;

Se, ao visionarem estes vídeos não encontrarem um caminho, uma ideia, um território mental inexplorado algo de muito errado está a acontecer na vossa mente e seria bom procurarem apoio psicológico. Não me levem a mal, não quero faltar ao respeito a ninguém - é apenas uma sugestão.

About Loss (The Joy of Life)

                This little article (no laughing now) could have been also titled “False Assumptions”. In a country where it’s assumed (even publicized with a certain pride, I don’t know why) that half of the people knows how to read, but prefer to gather around a TV watching soccer, soaps or reality-shows, instead of reading a book it would be a false assumption to presume that the size of this article is an issue (it could be 3 lines long with big ass letters and still no one would abandon the sofa). Soccer instead of a big, sporting event is a sea of corruption. Soaps are more of the same, the same stories over and over. And reality-shows are as real as a Martian shitting gold turds in the woods. Moving on.

                We all have opinions, we all are able to think and contemplate. From the bottom of the human deepness of thought come assumptions, a pre-established idea about any subject, about anyone, about anything. It’s a gathering of experience and logic processed uniquely by each of us. One of the most frequent “nesting places” of false assumptions is the realm of interpersonal relationships and the closer they are, the more frequently they happen. E.g. Friendships:

                In the friendships I form and celebrate (friends are the family we choose) I usually assume 3 things:

1.       I can trust my friends and that they can trust me;

2.       If something comes out that might stress that bond that my friends talk and discuss it with me about it and vice-versa;

3.       In the eventuality that I may be amiss, mistaken and/or at fault that I’m given the benefit of the doubt and be allowed to speak about it even if not spoken to and never again from that point on;

There are more but they come with time. These however are basis for my bonds of friendship, and if a friendship ends without being scrutinized by these 3 assumptions I gather that no friendship ever existed and that instead something darker, gooey existed in its place. It’s very comforting as breaking bonds is always hard, painful and frustrating. I got 1001 character flaws and at least as many “personality quirks” that don’t go well with everyone. Being dishonest is not one of them. I’m a sincere and frontal person. Some people (even my closest friends) might say that I’m borderline insensitive and politically incorrect. In this case, losing a friend (or an entire family of them by that matter) might be a colorful, bright, happy event. I’m always more inclined to cold deductive logic, instead of hot, badly-aimed outbursts, although it has been known to happen once in a while (with people with shit for brains), when all reasoning fails. I’m a communicative person and when those kinds of bonds are broken, I come out stronger, even if, at first, I don’t realize it.

                               In love situations it’s exactly the same. When I fall in love (being an eternal believer in Love, it’s also frequent), I fall hard, head over heels. And if, as a young boy, I was always preoccupied about getting hurt, now that doesn’t happen. In our brain logic is the Empress, fortunately. Let me explain. If, in a friendship false assumptions happen, in a love relationship they happen in greater numbers and with infinitely deeper complexities. Over time I heard a multitude of people telling me their stories of failed relationships (and I still hear new ones everyday). People threw themselves at “the mercy of love” with “body and soul bared” and got hurt, scarred, broken. They say some of those wounds remain forever, poisoning future relations, even stopping them all together… what a big, stinking pile of bullshit! This is as absurd as believing in a god in the heavens and looking both ways before crossing a street! What happens is, in a relation between 2 persons (let’s assume that were not talking about an orgy or poli-amours), those same persons love differently, both in quantity and in quality. Yes, I know love can’t be quantified but if someone didn’t understand what I meant I’d appreciate it that they close this page and never return. Thanks. Moving on. Two persons might love one another and yet value different things and with different intensities. I will not debate values nor give examples here, if you know how to read, you know how to think. I take pride in having good relations with almost everyone of my ex-girlfriends despite all the supposed “wounds” that other people claim to be “eternal and unforgivable”. It’s not common for this to be so. Most of the time when two persons break up they are “hurt” and wish “never to see that person again” etc. Again, this is absurd. Unless people have blitzed trough friendship to get to love and passion, it’s nonsense, to break up as enemies or strangers. False assumptions also shine here. Most people assume “Love is forever”. Most people assume that love can exist without friendship. I say, love without friendship is like trying to take a dump without peeing. Ever tried it? They you know of what I speak of… You haven’t? Go and try doing it... I’ll wait… SYKES! False assumptions happen when a couple has no respect for the other person, a kind of respect only two friends have for one another. Respect like this comes to me naturally, it’s balance, it’s as elemental as Nature. All beasts have respect for one another and for their ecosystem, and it’s something so instinctive that it seems ludicrous to me, that we, the human race, the most evolved and intelligent species in the planet don’t have it. We have lost it, somewhere along the way. We judge others based on labels just as “wealth” or “success”, labels that have no meaning or value to me. False assumptions happen when, respect not being an issue, communication doesn’t exist. What kind of “life as one” can a couple have if they don’t debate, discuss, argue and even get aggravated to one another? The best lessons I learnt in my life came out of beautiful debates, heartened discussions, and several times, out of things said and heard in the heat of the moment. And for those of you that might be shocked about this, what the hell was an apology invented for if not to admit your own shortcomings? And forgiveness would have what purpose then? At the slightest glimpse of discord people should start beating the shit out of each other? Does that make sense? Open warfare because he didn’t lift the toilet seat or because she took two hours putting make-up and they were late? Is this logical? We argue, we discuss and try to find some common ground. Who knows, maybe the relationship comes out of it stronger. Ever thought of that? A discussion, as  heated and as harsh as it might be, and despite the fact that some things might be spoken in anger and without real thought it’s no sign, whatsoever, that said respect does not exist. I argue a lot with everyone and anyone and I don’t respect them less for it. In a way I respect more, people that stand against me and make think and find a new point of view. I go from solemn respect to awe in 0 seconds flat, in a carefully-thought, well-placed argument.

                               I’ve been alone for the last three years and I might consider myself happy. In all my relationships I put my best effort and in none, I regret doing so. When the fruits of love have gone rotten I (almost) always ended with new, tasty fruits of friendship. If at any given moment the person I was with, didn’t put out their best effort, it does not concern me on any level. That would be the biggest false assumption of all! There’s no such thing as love without grief as there’s no such thing as pleasure without guilt. Love would have no meaning and pleasure would be no pleasure at all. To all of you whose “wounds” of love are eternal and overwhelming: BE BRAVE! No one likes a coward, and this is not a false assumption, it’s reality!