Just Under Your Feet

Generally, we seem to be surface dwellers. But it would appear that there may have been other surfaces previous to this one, with tunnels and caves, catacombs, and abandoned cities leaving evidence that something came before. Some mentioned in One Thing Leads to Another, and In The Old Underground, where a more grisly and sinister history starts to be revealed.

But there are also rather magnificent relics and remnants of a time past. Of splendour and creativity, audacious buildings and temples, statues, and art. Some of which we have kept, uncovered, and incorporated into our ‘modern’ times. Two films have popped up in mind a few times around this subject –

Oblivion, where the cities were covered with mud and silt to a new level, creating a new surface and great canyons showing the old, now buried depths. With only the tops poking out for some of the taller buildings, looking only like a fraction of what they once did. And sometimes some of our structures look as though they are just the top of something much larger. Or the ones that have been excavated to full capacity, seem of a size that betrays the given tales of that time. What we see, doesn’t entirely match up with what we are told.

And when I see what I’m are told are old photographs of Tartarian cities, I can’t help but to imagine only the tops poking out and the rest buried, or deliberately flooded as we have done in the past to create vast dams. Losing many historical sites and artefacts in the process.

Return to Oz, when Dorothy goes back and discovers Oz in ruins and people having been turned to stone. In particular, the stairs shown when she first gets there reminded me of the Crystal Palace Park staircase. And how easily things can either be destroyed or tidied up so that no one would ever know what was there. Or the context in which it originally sat no longer visible around it, getting a new story and placing as time goes on. The things that didn’t make it, I presume their grandeur was too much, and the lies and tall tales were not enough to cover it. So, fires and ‘wars’ were used as a destructive cover to clear the way for a new mindset and landscape. And there is much speculation about the need for a great number of asylums that popped up across Europe and America, perhaps to remove those who remembered things, or just knew too much of The Old World.

So like Dorothy in that sequel, they are told it was a dream, a fabrication and a lie of their own making, so are led to the psychiatrist for ‘treatment’. Makes me think that’s really what ECT and lobotomies were really about, to find a way to disconnect the memory, the identity and a sense of self so they can disrupt the chain of generational lifetimes being handed down. To also help to bring about their isolating and traumatising system of ‘healthcare’ to be forced on people thereafter, breaking people, communities and networks down through systematic and traumatic events. To the collective and to people on an individual level, so that it might facilitate what seems to have been called ‘The Great Forgetting’. But maybe some things can’t be erased and lost completely, if the talk around cell memory and water memory and consciousness is really a thing, then it’s not as simple as just trying to rid someone of their memory. Because that’s not where the information is stored, only accessed. Perhaps Mufasa was right, we need to remember who we are…

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Taking Offence

Alongside the other remoulding tactics of mentality in society like mentioned in Phobic or Instinct?, this one is another of those words being used for purpose. I’ll note a few that have stood out over the years with it being made quite public and a point for discussion at the time.

Breastfeeding – this was an odd one at the time, but not so much now when you see where we have arrived recently with attitudes towards women. But we have had some rather stuffy times in this country and not everyone thinks it’s normal to feed your child with your built-in equipment when necessary. Literally what it was designed for, but hey, we know better than nature, right? It was across the board people chose to show distaste for it being done in public, with strange shaming going on, speculated that some women were uncomfortable about their men being able to see other women’s breasts. Others were just ashamed of it generally so didn’t want others to do it, as it highlighted their own issues.

Eating food or drinking – this one follows on from breastfeeding to me, because while in those cases it is a child that is having their dinner interrupted, or delayed because someone has ‘feelings’, it also has been happening to adults. A few vids online about people fasting telling people they should not eat in front of them, there have also been countless videos of vegans or vegetarians taking it upon themselves to tell others what they should and shouldn’t eat. People who have given up drinking, taking to telling others they shouldn’t, or insisting they don’t when around them.

An absolute classic happened which I think qualifies here, a very publicised statement and speech by a leading Scottish politician at the time, being offended by Scotland and its inhabitants for being ‘too white’ in his words. Now, with a country whose population was at the time said to be around 95% white, it’s no wonder predominately white, like going to an ice-cream store and saying you are offended because they only sell ice-cream. Having lived and travelled abroad, I don’t think I have ever been ‘offended’ at the demographics of a place, home or away. However, there may be a touch of disappointed, perplexed, or perhaps even confused now and again, but I don’t think offended.

Cover your ankles in case someone is offended by skin, we used to laugh in this country about the Victorians being so uptight and rigid with their ‘dress code’ of acceptable society. Fully covered, don’t show any ankle or you might be seen as a harlot. Social Status playing its role nicely there to get people to adapt and comply.

Comedy – this one has usually been ring-fenced around this subject, where it was known that you are allowed to offend as a comedian, and as a spectator you should expect to be offended. That’s kind of what they do, while humorously making observational jibes and jokes about things that they know others get offended by. And in a way, I think that helped to bring out into the open some of the reasons why people felt like that, and often it would be shown to be misconception, lack of education, a difference of opinion and so on. Many reasons people do not see eye to eye, or agree on things on a personal level, but people have taken that a bit far now, and deem it literally punishable, to have a different opinion or ideal. With no physical exchange even occurring, some are claiming psychological harm from words and how they perceived.

But I guess to me, the word and thoughts towards where it is being used, highlights an intolerance for something, or a disliking and intense personal preference towards a subject that is more than just a passing fancy or interest. It seems to create an unyielding intolerance for others, their views, ideals and ways of living. And we are starting to see more people being verbal about what it is that offends them, which often seems to carry with it a rather unhinged, obsessive or angry tone with it. Showing that aside from any logical reasoning, feelings and emotions seem to be steering the thought train once they get a platform or audience.

And it seems to highlight a certain weakness in people, who are unable to be tolerant or accepting, a rather overlooked quality and skill these days. Many are quick to be reactive, whether that be offended, hurt, ashamed, embarrassed, or whatever feeling that follows to then allow the internal mayhem to ensue. Their feelings then get projected onto the outside world rather than learning to deal with them. It’s strange to see so many get so angry or upset or feel justified to display outrageous behaviour and insults because they are ‘offended’. Therefore, it is becoming quite the offensive creature in its newly found ironic state of being. But as they say, offence is taken, not given, so when it comes to whether you are offended by something, I guess it depends on which side of the ‘fence’ you sit…

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Pistachio and Ginger Biscuits Recipe

Having purchased some pistachio cream to make some chocolates, which didn’t turn out as I had wanted, there was most of a jar of it left. So, I wondered on it for a few days and finally had the idea to make some biscuits with it. Using just a normal recipe for vanilla biscuits and substituting the butter for pistachio cream as well as adding some fresh ginger. It went well…

90g Pistachio Cream

80g Caster sugar

185g Plain flour

1 large egg

1 tsp of vanilla extract

3 tsp fresh crushed ginger

Mix the cream and sugar together to form a smooth paste, whisk the egg, ginger and vanilla together and add to the mixture, combine until smooth. Add the flour and bicarb and form a dough.

Then roll out, cut into desired shapes and place in the fridge for about 15 minutes before cooking. Bake on 160°c (fan oven) for 10-12 minutes or until start to brown. Then place on cooling rack, and enjoy eating them…

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Consumed

It started with Consumerism, people and products, psychological testing and techniques to get us to buy those products. And keep buying them, changing them, desiring more and different.

And as the Monopoly machine moved forward, a change seems to have occurred in the last decade or so. Where we are no longer the customer and the buyer, no longer the consumer, we appear to have become the consumed. We are the product.

Where the corporate provider has turned into a corporate hoover. Rather than sell you things and keep providing to you, they want to strip everything back, take your houses, your possessions, your livelihood, and even separate you from your family. To be an individual pod that can provide itself as the product. So you can provide to them. Your data, thoughts, health, time and offspring.

But initially, we were already consumed, because in order for that conveyor to keep moving, it required our time and thoughts, to be consumed by society and what it wanted from us. To make sure we qualify and are graded, that we are allowed to take part, that we don’t get left out or ignored, each lining up to take our place that had been set for us. Not just by society of course, we ran with the idea quite well in our own groups and smaller family structures, created our own little systems to run within it, Expectations and circumstance shaping much of the mentality that emerged.

Being aware that you are A Commodity doesn’t change it though, as for the most part, I don’t think people really minded the exchange of time into money. Then you exchange your money for things you need to be able to continue to give them your time, and get that money. Going back and forth like a perfect cycle. Except now it’s all gone a bit wrong, it seems more time is required, to make more money, just so they can take more money from you. Making Money from Misery seems to be the new model unfortunately, with the previous ideas of stability, consistency and prosperity being overhauled, with a new unstable, inconsistent and weak mindset leading the way. Somewhat mind-boggling to many that so few people are allowed to be ‘in charge’ of such important decisions and changes, without being accountable or having to face any consequences. In fact, they often get rewarded for incompetence and gross misconduct, facing no real-life comeback at all. It really is quite bizarre, unless you realise that none of us probably are beholden to many laws, or written rules they come up with and pretend to play by. As if we are all just playing some rather vast and elaborate game of make-believe, pretending the person who claimed to be king in the castle was in fact so, but actually it was just a sofa fort and a bunch of kids, using their imagination to create and maintain the illusion. Until you were called in for dinner, then it all just dropped away in a second, as if it none of it was real in the first place…

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