Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts

30 May 2016

Secular State?

I have often read or heard in the media, comments by various people that Trinidad and Tobago is a secular state. I don’t know how or where that misconception came about as the very first paragraph of the Constitution clearly states:

Whereas the People of Trinidad and Tobago—
(a) have affirmed that the Nation of Trinidad and Tobago is founded upon principles that acknowledge the supremacy of God, faith in fundamental human rights and freedoms, the position of the family in a society of free men and free institutions, the dignity of the human person and the equal and inalienable rights with which all members of the human family are endowed by their Creator;

and the fourth:

(d) recognise that men and institutions remain free only when freedom is founded upon respect for moral and spiritual values and the rule of law;

You can read it yourself on page 27 of this link.

For more information on what morality means and its relationship to law, readers should dig into the Hart-Devlin debate. Morality is independent of both religion and culture, but in the minds of most people, morality is religion and culture.

Coming back on course, I hope that people can accept that Trinidad and Tobago is NOT a secular country and that religion is given an unproportioned weight in decision making.

28 Aug 2013

Freedom lost? Martin Luther King–I remember!

Like pearl being trampled by swine – grunting that this was ‘just about America’ – many a crawler on Rocks big and small forget this important day in history. A man spoke,  a man died – for our freedom!! A man spoke the truth. And the truth survives even death!!

On this day I shed a tear for Martin Luther King and the fate of this world.

8 Jul 2012

Thought for tomorrow

..If you just sit and observe you would see how restless your mind is. If you try to calm it, it only just makes it worse. But in time it does calm. And when it does there is room to hear more subtle things. That’s when your intuition starts to blossom and you see things more clearly, and be in the present more. Your mind just slows down and you see a tremendous expanse in the moment. You see so much more than you could see before. It’s a discipline. You have to practice it. Zen has been a deep influence in my life ever since.

- Steve Jobs in “Steve Jobs: The Exclusive Biography (Google eBook)

Comment: Well if Steve Jobs says it, more people tend  to listen – and he isn’t even an expert on the mind. But if I say the same thing, it’s like farting in a high wind. I shouldn’t complain. I’m just nobody. (sulk sulk).

This biography is amazing!! It’s 630 pages or 25 hours on Audible. I’ve listened to 3 hours of it today from Audible – whilst driving of course. There wasn’t a dull moment in this so far and I don’t think there will be. The book gives a most ‘intrusive’ and uncensored insight into the personality of Jobs.  I’m not an Apple fan – so what? Jobs has changed some important things on planet earth. He certainly has my respect.

25 Jun 2012

Close call–every second counts

The Jumbie of his own free will has asked me to post this up. He suffered a serious heart attack this morning [2012-06-25] around 06:00AM. He had been admitted to Hospital for a bout of angina over the previous few days. Obviously, being tough like a bison – and with the excellent responsive medical attention from a first world medical team, he has survived this very close call.

At about 2012-06-25 17:05 BST, I was lucky to be able to speak with the Jumbie by mobile phone whilst he was in his hospital bed. Yes – no burly, sweaty, ill-mannered ‘ward attendants’ barking, “Ayye!! Ayyye!! Yuh cyah doo dat!! Turn it orf!! Turn it orf!!

Events unfolded between about 02:00AM and 06:00AM this morning. Jumbie was unable to fall asleep due to chest pains and other cardiac (heart) related symptoms. There were ECG changes that suggested a worsening of his condition. And would you believe, at 05:21 he was busy posting on Facebook!!?? Yes he was! Chrysst!!! He had posted, “Is the substrata a believer of religious doctrine??” Shortly after this, he fell seriously ill. A nurse was in attendance – and had gone to find some equipment. She returned within seconds to find Jumbie almost unconscious. He told me that he was aware of all that was going on, but could not move except for his eyes and to breathe. Jumbie was stunned by how sudden it all happened. A team of medics and nurses rushed to the Jumbie and began working on him; IV lines and IV medication etc. No – his heart did not stop, but almost did.

For a while he was unable to speak or respond. His arms and legs were totally weak but he related (in our conversation), “It was like a mind trapped in a body that couldn’t move.

He was  stabilised quickly so that they could then rush him to theatre for emergency treatment. They found one artery in his heart was blocked and that had to be stented. Shortly after that, by about 06:30 AM, he was back on the wards.

Importantly – yesterday morning the Jumbie was given the option to be discharged home and return as an outpatient, . However, in conversation above, he emphasised that he had listened to his ‘substrata’, which led him to opt to remain in hospital. Had he not listened to that inner voice and had succumbed at home, he most probably would have been a goner. It’s interesting therefore that he was posting a question about the ‘substrata’ at 05:21 in the morning, whilst still rather ill.

When we spoke, he was in good spirits and delighted to be still alive – so much so, that I was able to give him yet another ribbing, about how much this first world rock has done to save his life. This is the second time around and a much closer call with ‘eternity’. He stressed that, “Within 5 seconds I was incapacitated.. and every second counts!!”. I could sense how time flowed in his mind. Very sobering thoughts indeed his emphasis on ‘time’ – the seconds do flow so much more slowly when one brushes against eternity. This is a wake up call for all.. make every second count. Put away petty differences.. make the most of the time we have.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!”

                  ------------- Omar Khayyam

[Updates: will be posted here as I get them. I will visit him on 28th July]

Afterlife

Just listen.. or not.

17 Apr 2012

thought for Tomorrow

“The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.”

- Jiddu Krishnamurti

26 Feb 2012

Waste of my life–the early years

I just calculated that approximately 570 hours of my life between the ages of 5 and 11 were spent compulsorily participating in the singing of bhagans in a language I did not know or understand. I was told to believe in God - and that this was the way.

Today, I cannot recall a single line of meaning of any English translation of these bhagans. I should have demanded explanations and compulsory lessons in a foreign language which I would never have used. If you didn’t realise I was being sarcastic, you definitely need help.

And in other parts of the education system I was forced to participate in the singing of Christian hymns (you will note my particular choice of words). Nobody even stopped to ask whether I had a religious belief in any particular God, or whether I believed in God at all. Throughout the early years – there is an assumption of Gods of various kinds that one must believe – and satisfy in various ways, so as to avoid damnation of various kinds.

If you’ve ever listen to or read obituaries, you may have thought to yourself “What a loadah bollocks – [they didn’t say he did this.. that or the other despicable thing]!”. But you know ‘now is not the time’ for telling the whole truth – so you allow representations of the deceased as filled with such kindness and achievement, to prevail. A similar phenomenon is applicable to looking back upon school years – I assert. We are compelled by some unconscious expectation to say how great it was – when in fact it wasn’t.

Why do humans indulge themselves in such utter hypocrisy? No – the question is not a search for answers – it’s said with a sense of despair. Save me the ‘education’ that ‘one has to balance the good times with the bad’. What - you think I’m stupid and incapable of doing this – or is it that you feel a need to talk down to me? ‘You’? Yes – you that reads this. I can estimate what will run through your mind before you begin to think it. And now you’re likely to be thinking that I had a particularly horrible early few years in primary school but surely other people during the same period didn’t. You’d like to tell me that I should not generalise – and that I should keep my negativity to myself. You mean to say that only positive things should be reported – I get the message.

But I disobey. I speak it as I find it – often to the discomfort of others. The early years were a waste of my time – not just for bhagans. They – the establishment - could have done it much better – all the educating etc. However, systems prevailed. I was forced to learn the currency of a foreign land (that was 5,500 miles away) – pounds, shillings and pence – when I could never have had foreseeable need to use such a currency. I could go on about much more, but I only paused briefly to reflect. The time will never come back to me, surely. So my purpose here could not be to moan the loss or attempt to retrieve it.

However, I do spend the few minutes on this only to say that many of us are subject to systems that have power over us – that actually waste our lives. As my early life was wasted so might your current life or your children’s lives, be wasted by organised systems of belief and indoctrination. But if you or them never come to know anything greater than what was ‘given’, then you’re spared of any anguish.

19 Nov 2011

Jiddu Krishnamurti – the reluctant ‘messiah’.

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It has taken me about three-weeks of reading and listening to video material for 15 hours, to come to write this. So much in awe am I, about this great soul. I had read one of his books in my late teens and sadly did not realise at the time that he was alive. And even more sadly, did not know he had passed away in 1986. George Bernard Shaw had declared that he was the most beautiful human being he had ever met and Aldous Huxley became one of his close friends. What follows is a really amazing story – and I warmly invite you to follow it. It could be life-changing.

Krishnamurti (May 12, 1895 – February 17, 1986) was an extraordinary man, who made an important mark on this world – even if many do not know of him. Krishnamurti was born into a Telugu Brahmin family in what was then colonial India. It was the unique sequence of the death of Krishnamurti’s mother, when he was 10; his father, Jiddu Narayaniah, seeking post-retirement income – having left the colonial British Administration; his father’s association with the Theosophical Society (based in Adyar) that led his father to move Adyar in Madras – which all ‘triangulated’ to facilitate discovery of young Krishnamurti. Those events would lead to Charles Leadbeater of the Theosophical Society finding Krishnamurti, on behalf of Annie Besant (then president of the Society).

Early life history and development…

Wikipedia has done a really extensive write up on Krishnamurti. I’ve decided to give most references at the end so as not to cause too many distractions. In fact I’m adding references long after I’ve posted this. However, video is worth a zillion words! Click that on the left and there’s more below.

Below I continue to excerpt and crystallise key parts of a truly exceptional 90-year life history from parts of Wikipedia and elsewhere.

Hereafter Krishnamurti is referred to as K – as he was affectionately called by many a friend.

Defining himself
His father was initially reluctant to cooperate, but later acceded, recognising the advantage to his son, and that he could not independently acquire the means to place his son in the position of advantage that the Society were offering.
The Theosophical Society was actually in search of a new leader who would bring a new enlightenment to the world by unifying spiritual and religious movements. They were a western organisation with strong links in England. Charles Leadbeater of the Theosophical Society was said to have clairvoyant powers, and found K on banks of the river-village of Adyar, at the age of 14. Leadbeater asserted that Krishnamurti had one of the purest most innocent auras ever observed and selected him to become the next messiah. K was then selected groomed for that role.
Dissolution
England
Krishnamurti and his brother Nityananda were adopted by Annie Besant and taken to England in April 1911. K spent the next ten years of his life in England under a very carefully managed regime of exercise, education and meditation. His acquired command of English was astounding. He mastered English in about six months it was reported. He did not excel academically and failed to enter Oxford as it was intended by the Society. He was confronted by ridicule as in England about being the ‘chosen one’. He lived a luxurious life but without much privacy. He yearned to find peace and time to himself to think.

America
In 1922 on a trip to the United States, he found privacy and relaxation. He and his brother Nitya, found peach in the Ojai Valley in California. He was able to re-embrace nature and found a freedom he once had when running around on the beach in the Bay of Bengal at the mouth of the river Adyar. While he enjoyed that, there was growing expectation from the Theosophists that he would deliver their message. His skills in oration and use of English grew even more. The Theosophists created a separate organisation called ‘The Order of the Star in the East’ specifically to take care of his needs and to facilitate the Theosophical Society’s ultimate mission. K was never at peace with all this and he tried his best to say so.

On 17th August of 1922 K had unusual experience. It lasted three days and featured him feeling very hot, being intermittently confused, and regressed in his behaviour. There was a ball-like swelling in the base of his neck at the start of the first episode. On the second day he was according to three witnesses including Nitya, visited by Lord Maitreya. On the third day three unknown ‘figures’ were seen around him. They were not described further in Nitya’s notes. These episodes, referred to as ‘the process’  recurred at intervals until K’s death. But they had occurred almost every night between mid-August and December 1922. Nitya had made detailed notes of all these goings on and had sent a long narrative to Mrs Besant.

Nitya who had been suffering with intermittent bouts of tuberculosis, died suddenly and unexpectedly on 13th November 1929 due to complications of flu and tuberculosis. This shook K’s faith in Theosophy even more because he was assurances by the movement about Nitya’s health. Nitya was the only person he could speak with openly and in complete confidence. His passing away was said to break Krishnamurti – but not for long. Twelve days later K resiled and there was no hint that he was disturbed by Nitya’s death. However, it was clear that Nitya’s death shattered the last vestiges of faith he had held for the Theosophist’s grand plan.

Tensions continued to rise between K and the dyad of Annie Besant and Leadbeater. Long into the grooming process, on August 3rd, 1929, at the age of 34 – twenty years after he was selected and supposedly well prepared to take up ‘post’ -  he decided to dissolve his intended role and The Order of the Star of the East. This put a serious dent in the plans of the Theosophical Society. He returned all money and property to given to him by the Order, including a castle in Holland and 5000 acres of land to various donors.

He continued his life’s work in humility – never seeking accolades or awards, never accepting followers or worshippers, seeing relationships between the ‘disciple and guru’ as potentially exploitative and creating dependence. He provided doubt, scepticism and tools for looking within. He travelled the world extensively and shared his thoughts. He accepted gifts and financial support from people who felt inspired by his work. He left behind a staggering set of writings, video and audio.

In his later years, K  acknowledged the strange turn of events in his childhood and said that if Leadbeater had not found him, “I would have died”. A lot of stuff went on in K’s life.. too much to cram into this blog.

K gave his last talk on 4th January 1986 his last words in that talk were: “Creation is something that is most holy. That’s the most sacred thing in life and if you have made a mess of your life, change it. Change it today, not tomorrow. If you are uncertain find out why and be certain. If your thinking is not straight, think straight, logically. Unless all that is prepared, all that is settled, you can’t enter into this world of creation.
It ends.
“ (The last two words were barely audible and would not have been heard by the audience, but recorded on tape).

Fascinating -  that K in his last public talk, told people to recognise where their thinking was not straight and to do something about it. I cannot help but connect this to my own thoughts on Inefficient Thinking.

K’s death
Krishnamurti died ten minutes after midnight on 17th February 1986. He was not alone. He had contracted cancer. He was losing much weight in December 1985 and January 1986. Tests subsequently confirmed a cancer of the liver and/or pancreas. K was in severe pain and treated intermittently with morphine. He came to realise the end was nigh and he coped with it masterfully.

On the morning of 7th February 1986 K was asked a question written to him by Mary Cardogan, ‘When Krishnaji dies what really happens to that extraordinary focus of understanding and energy that is K?’ K swiftly responded, "It is gone. If someone goes wholly into the teachings perhaps they might touch that; but one cannot try to touch it.’ He paused and added, “If you all only knew what you have missed – that vast emptiness.  Later that morning it appeared that the question lingered in his mind. He recorded the following, his last recorded words:

“I was telling them this morning – for seventy years that super-energy – no – that immense energy, immense intelligence, has been using this body. I don’t think people realise what tremendous energy and intelligence went through this body – there’s twelve-cylinder engine. And for seventy years – was a pretty long time – and now the body can’t stand any more. Nobody, unless the body has been prepared, very carefully, protected and so on – nobody can understand what went through this body. Nobody. Don’t anybody pretend. Nobody. I repeat this: nobody amongst us or the public, know what went on. I know they don’t. And now after seventy years it has come to an end. Not that that intelligence and energy – it’s somewhat here, every day, and especially at night. And after seventy years the body can’t stand it – can’t stand any more. It can’t. The Indians have a lot of damned superstitions about this – that you will and the body goes – and all that kind of nonsense. You won’t find another body like this, or that supreme intelligence operating in a body for many hundred years. You won’t see it again. When he goes, it goes. There is no consciousness left behind of that consciousness, of that state. They’ll all pretend or try to imagine they can get into touch with that. Perhaps they will somewhat if they live the teachings. But nobody has done it. Nobody. And so that’s that.”

Note carefully that he refers to seventy years four times. This was clearly not his 70th year!! His intellect was fine until the end. It is unlikely that he would that mistake four times in a row. I think that something happened when he was around 20, that is unknown or undiscovered by many of us. K was the sort of person that left you to discover, he did ‘teachings’ but did not see himself as a teacher – recall that he avoided being a leader, guru or person in authority. Note also that he said ‘..it’s somewhere here, every day, and especially at night’; referring to something that of tremendous energy and intelligence that had been ‘using’ his body. I think that the events between August and December 1922 were probably what he was alluding to – because it appeared that something so powerful overtook his body and mind that he was in agony repeatedly at that time. And note that most of the episodes he had ‘endured’ occurred at night. However, his states of altered consciousness were seen as a driver for his exploration of the mind and the human condition.

Conclusion
K’s
selflessness and his new brand of philosophy or spirituality, made a deep impact on millions of lives across the world. That impact was probably much less extensive than if he had held to his predestined path, as was planned by the Theosophical Society. However, Krishnamurti’s steely determination never to impose truths on people or to lead them as a guru, would set a rock-solid foundation for those who were of similar determination, to find reality. Uncharacteristically, K said, “.. there is no teacher.. no pupil..there is no leader...” – a set of views that would fly in the face of many organised Eastern and Western spiritual groups and religions. He further asserted that It is said by Wikipedia that “Krishnamurti's lasting influence is hard to gauge in an objective way; there is no organizational or other entity based on his philosophy, whose progress can be measured. His insistence that there be no successors or interpreters has so far  prevented any individual or group from claiming to represent a continuity, or a unique understanding, of his philosophy.” It’s not for me to decide upon that. I am simply thankful for Krishnamurti's life and his ‘light’. Where and how I shine that light is up to me – as he would probably have said.

References:

  1. Wikipedia – Krishnamurti
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Thought for tomorrow

“Like a young bird about to take first flight discovers, the ‘freedom’ that awaits invokes fear – and later having mastered ‘freedom’ the youngster ‘thanks’ parents or siblings for giving that all important push!”

- Captain Walker 2011

12 Oct 2011

Thought for tomorrow

What you are must always displease you, if you would attain to that which you are not.”

St. Augustine.

7 Oct 2011

Death.. the single best invention of life!–Jobs

I'm listening very carefully to Steve Jobs! If you're too busy for this - having to feed that dog or sommat -  at least scroll the video to 11:40 and take a minute or two from there. I'm printing these words and sticking them in front of my desk, "No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new."

Thanks Steve! You’ve changed many lives and parts of the world.

Jobs had a relapse of cancer after he had surgery for a more treatable form in 2004.

It’s sad that we often discover people and their wisdom after they pass on. Very sad indeed.

[Thanks to blogger aka_lol @ http://akalol.wordpress.com/ for bringing this to me].

27 Aug 2011

This could change your life

In just a few minutes these videos from a great man could change the way you live your life. Yes – there is a dog to feed somewhere, a bill to pay, a leaking tap to fix, or that link on Amazon to click. It’s up to you of course, whether you look and listen now – or you say you’ll see it ‘later’ – and we all know that’s most unlikely. So – if you’re 100% satisfied with your life look away now!

“It’s not about how to achieve your dreams; it’s about how to lead your life!”
What wisdom would we impart to the world if it was our last chance?

7 Jul 2011

What do they know

The Cap enjoys the seaside very much, as you can imagine. This pic immediately below was taken at the Aberdeen shoreline, where I visited on 13-14th June 2011. It held a certain strange fascination for me. Barnacles_2011_06_14I looked down on these barnacles, waiting for the water to wash up on them.

They would live, reproduce and die, oblivious to the world around them, or the complexity of the heavens above, or that someone was looking down on them.

Their lives are so simple compared to mine. “Would I trade places with them if given the chance?” I wondered.

My thoughts were interrupted by a splash of water against my feet.

I retreated. I walked and looked around. What a view.

Aberdeen_beach_2011_06_14

And I thought of my life in the same way I looked upon the lowly barnacle. And then I thought, “There is so much up there that I don’t know about, so much I will never know about.”

I was motivated to publish this by Leonard Susskind, a renowned physicist who probes the deeper nature of reality.  He’s been called the bad boy of physics. In essence he was recently said that reality may forever be beyond the reach of our understanding. See Scientific American 2011-06-22. In a sense there’s nothing new in that. But somehow that sobering thought resonated with my experience of the barnacles. They too were limited in  ‘understanding’ the reality around them.

What do they know – is also to ask ‘what do we know’.

31 May 2011

The life and times of Karen Carpenter

I guess many who know me would wonder why on earth I should be bothered about this –and  have I not anything better to do with my time. And my response on the issue of time would be that I decide what I do with my time and what my priorities are.

Karen Carpenter died in 1983, at the age of 32 due to complications of anorexia nervosa (AN) i.e. a heart attack. Yes – some of you didn’t know that could be a complication of AN. Take it from me who is knowledgeable on this, that it is a genuine complication of AN (and you can Google it if you wish).

Karen was destined to be probably the biggest name in music in her era! There was a certain kind of feeling that came through in her voice that connected with millions around the globe – her voice had instant impact on people. It wasn’t just her voice, but her manner too that brought out something inside. She sang from something deep inside the soul. Something that disturbed her perhaps. We know of this in lots of singers. Another example is Gerry Rafferty. His song Baker Street was to foretell the way his life would flow and end. But Karen Carpenter had never let on what was wrong inside. Like most anorexics, she was an accomplished liar in respect of her condition.

Anorexia nervosa is a mental illness. Some people get into debates about whether it is a physical illness. I entertain no debates or questions about any of that. It makes little difference and is a moot academic point, I could argue for example that all mental illnesses are physical illnesses, because without the physical existence of a brain their could be nothing mental. You see where that’s going.

AN is a particularly troublesome condition to treat because the will of the mind is turned against itself. I call it a kind of suicide – but there may be no clear wish or intent to commit suicide. Karen Carpenter was intelligent enough to know that what she was doing to herself could lead to death – after all she ended up in a hospital a few weeks before she died.

There are several documentaries and re-enactments of her life story on YouTube. The one to the left is probably most accessible. The other 9 parts become obvious if you get to YouTube.

There are many lessons to be learned from the life and death of Karen Carpenter. No – I’m not the type to start telling you what to extract. If you’re the kind of person who thinks more deeply about things you’ll find your own lessons in this.

Best wishes to all.

2 May 2011

Like a menstrual period..

I’m likened to a menstrual period – that thing that women in general hate, yet need to define their femininity – and which humanity seems to need until procreation in ‘test tubes’ becomes the norm.

WTF am I on about dis time? And you wonder if I’ve finally gone stark raving mad, finally!! Hey – the Cap knows what you’re gonna think before you think it. I better dan Sai Baba oui! Winking smile

Well yuh know yuh always have tuh wait fuh it eh. What I mean is that ever so often – repeatedly like a menstrual period nuh - I revisit and revise things that are of deep personal value to me. I re-etch on my soul ever deeper, certain thoughts and values. This morning, my subconscious directed me to revisit some poems that I had blogged before. I share them again via the YouTube clips below. I am re-inspired to continue on my ‘path’.

16 Apr 2011

The mating season approaches..

Yep.. the Cap has been swanning arong dis here country – called the UK – watching whuh goin orn. Every year that passes, seems to bring more and more intrigue.

As Summer approaches, we have a rash of young couples ‘arm in arm’, tongue in each odda mouth etc etc – parading the streets – the shopping centres etc etc. Now – jes get dis right – dee Cap is no ‘prude’! I doh have nuttn against people showing dey affection in private or in public – so doh start! The only proviso is that it be lawful and morally acceptable. Ah mean there is no reason for swallowing tongues in front of small children – for example – so let’s have a bit o’ discretion about dis.

It’s nice to be in love or in lust or wha’everrrrr yuh wanna callit. I eh have a problem wid dem tings. However, with each passing year – I wonder to myself,  “What’s it all about?”  No – I not saying you have tuh worry about any o’ dis. You could jes let yuh loins do as it want – yuh doh have tuh t’ink about any o’ dis.

But what keeps coming to my mind is ‘Is this part of a bigger picture?’. Ah mean okay – we could do dee loin ting – produce chirren, we grow dem up, den we dead and dis cycle keeps goin on. Until when? Ah mean wha’ is the point of all dis.

Look doh start wid yuh religion t’ing please. Ah cyah take it. Ah cyah believe Gord have so much blasted time to was’e – tuh si’dong an’ watch we mating and dying over and over and over and over, again and again .. and punish we for dis dat and dee odda.

So as dis mating season begins to hot up, dee Cap has many questions on he mind – again. Ah think dat there is more to ‘love’ dan jes dat buzz we see goin’ orn out dey. Yuh know all dee chumpkayin and t’ing nuh.

I eh know man – ah t’inking about all dis. We go see. Winking smile

13 Apr 2011

Measure of a man

This will be a bit ‘high’ for some but let’s hope (a little) that there is intelligent life out there watchin dis.

12 Mar 2011

White Lies does it Again!!

The Cap is again ecstatic! White Lies has come through again. Music for thought.. and feeling – I like them. 

8 Dec 2010

The Levelling Dust

This poem holds much meaning for me. If it holds no meaning for you, move on. Who is 'you'? You who reading dis nuh.