All my problems seem so solid, only solutions flow. I seem solid, although quantum physics tells me that all matter is made up of mainly empty space. The forces of attraction and repulsion seem solid, as matter is pressed against me or as I press upon some matter’s place.

Existential matters seem heavy as though they weigh unkind upon my mind.

Financial matters seem like actual things that knot together and insist upon a form, upon formal meetings with a choreographed manner of processing what’s due where, to whom, when and what for, in a matter of due diligence, contracted service, work, payment and statements as receipts.

All breath flows, in and out. My blood flows across expansion and contraction, my food digests within a peristalsis of squeeze and release. Everything that is living flows, conversation flows, air, water and electricity flows, love flows.

It doesn’t seem to me, at times that my life is flowing, that it is within necessary boundaries, pressured and purposeful, pumping it’s energy toward a goal; that it’s much fun.

God calls me to return to Love’s flow, in the here and now. Who is the miser of my misery? Not He who makes all, but the he or she who would try make small the beauty of Her face.

I’ve written and written blog entries, social media posts and tweets. It seems a …. long drawn out debt …. man of words, a merely sent invoice for my time’s blood, seeping from a gash of an amateur’s concern for a professional game never really played. It seems that my past life has been nothing but a secret, leaked.

So for now farewell, my android’s metaphoric pen must cap: my leaky way become more light, more robust if I’m to survive, escape and pay down my debt to those who would prefer to see me dead, like them.

Only solutions flow.

“Say Allah then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling” ….

(No just estimate of Allah do they make when they say: “Nothing doth Allah send down to man (by way of revelation)” Say: “Who then sent down the Book which Moses brought? – a light and guidance to man: But ye make it into (separate) sheets for show, while ye conceal much (of its contents): therein were ye taught that which ye knew not – neither ye nor your fathers.” Say: “(Allah) (sent it down)”: Then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling. – Al Qur’an 6:91 (Y. Ali) )


Organised Crime and Organised Government, these descriptive bodies are in apparent opposition and separation, yet they seem to leak into each other no matter which culture is presently or indeed historically viewed.

The peoples that are held in the vice of life that has the organisational jaws as mentioned above, these people are kept in a state of confusion. The more is known, the less anything makes sense. The eight hours work, eight hours sleep and eight hours marvelling at creation with one full day off, is a template seemingly forever lost.

Money unites the Organisations of Crime and Government. Money is their driver, their arbiter of success and efficiency, their excuser of behaviour, their explanation for the inescapable order of collective life. Lip service is paid to God by Parliaments and Mafias alike. Fear is the fuel for all of their organised machinations and the very railway line upon which the trucks of their subjugation run, carrying masses of people to whatever camp of concentration they have been conned into calling a career.

The history of this calamitous state of affairs is documented and analysed ad nauseam by the academic minds of the global intelligentsia. The Rothschild conspiracy theorists conveniently forget that the urge to control money grew out of a horror of witnessing the fact that Mankind worships money. The Rothschild mind-set saw wars, religious hypocrisy, bullying, banality and the venal oppression of the many by the few.

The globalisation that now threatens to collapse in on itself has held its nerve through the change of the hegemony from British to American Empire and believes that ends justify means.

No blame can be placed on ignorance.

The era that was born after the collapse of Rome just over 2000 years ago, this era is itself now collapsing.

The question is only one of timescales and how events are to shake out within this inevitability of change that now impacts every minute of the global news machine.

Love has an Organisation. Love’s organ is conscience. Love’s Organisation has presence, has positions of embodied authority that conduct its business, that send out its communications.