Saturday, 27 June 2020

Mother Gaia Know Best

I Have not written much about the 8.46 seconds and the killing of George. Too traumatic.

I have not said much about the marches and the riddance of old ironic statues that keeps dragging us back to a past, almost like trying to use memories to keep us in our place.

I have not mentioned the trillions hidden, no stolen by quantum easing out of the collective purse by the rich for the rich, whilst we are distracted and mentally locked away by the dreaded virus.

I hope I am putting a tiny bit of that right by the poem below and my new book

"20 Things I Wish I Knew At 20"

Which explores a a number of these issues. We all have to play our part in the battle for the collective soul of us humans.

The book will be available on Amazon on 4th July, see link below.

Link to "20 Things I Wish I Knew At 20"

If Tomorrow Comes

If Tomorrow Comes
And finds me in its path
I pray it meets me satiated
And not still full of wrath
I hope I will not be unsatisfied
Displeased with what I have done
With all the time I was given
To move the battle on.

If Tomorrow Comes
And we are still learning forgiveness and peace
Whilst some people’s abandoned humanity
Keeps the world ill at ease
I hope I will not be unsatisfied
Displeased with what I have done
With all the time I was given
To move the battle on.

If Tomorrow Comes
And Gaia is still shedding her tears
For the landscape that is dying from greed
Whilst the Oligarchs laughs at her fears
I hope I will not be unsatisfied
Displeased with what I have done
With all the time I was given
To move the battle on.

And when tomorrow comes
And the imagined realities, fall from our eyes
And we see just what we have done
It will be a positive surprise.
I hope I will not be unsatisfied
Displeased with what I have done
With all the time I was given
To move the battle on.

Copyright Roy Merchant June 14 2020

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

Introspectively Yours

Looking Forward To 2019

Caveat Emptor - Let the buyer or reader beware.

Thoughts are the building blocks of ideas, and I am getting old. I am ageing, and although still energetic with a relatively fulsome life, I am getting filled with uncertainties. It never used to be like this, I was always sure about everything, even when I should not have been.

It’s funny, back then, spouting my latest theory seemed the natural thing to do. Convincing all those around me I was right, and that my way was the only logical, researched, sensible pathway forward became an obsession with me. In retrospect, I think most people just went along with my methods, because they could not be bothered to argue, or what I was ranting on about was pretty insignificant in the overall scheme of things. However, I digress.

Like I say, I am getting old. My certainties have abandoned me like groupies without a celebrity, fireflies without a flame. Now, I am filled with hesitation about most things and great thoughts, big ideas cannot flourish in the garden of uncertainty. So now, I meander from one indecisive thought to another, chasing the unreachable clarity.

So, caveat emptor. It is from that position that the following comes to me.

After the rage of 2018, the year when hate ruled across the world and bile streaked across Gaia, like an avalanche, a great flood, a gigantic tsunami, I am hoping that 2019 will be a year of reflection. A year of peace.

I think after such a tragic year, rage has nothing left to give, the fury must subside, it just cannot sustain the energy, so it must die. And when it dies, what are we left with?

We are left with tidying up, putting out the embers of the flame, trying to find the lost ships, the souls that are unhealed, the unsatiated greedy moguls whose wants can never be satisfied. And the ideas that were fermenting about how we could make things better before the rage presented itself.

Yet the fundamental problems that created the rage are still festering behind the scenes., waiting for another moment when hope gives up and leaves the building, maybe this time never to return.

There are some things that I think are fundamental to how we move on, how we ensure that hopelessness stays hidden and lost, controlled within the cages, where it belongs.

We have to deal with the little things, like BREXIT, knife crimes, the shortages in the NHS, the overall state of the people in the United Kingdom. I live in London and have done for some 59 years, apart from the time when I was in the Royal Navy, but that is another story.

I watched “I, Daniel Blake” a few days ago and the movie made me finally realise that my life is on a different trajectory to those depicted in the film. I am beginning to understand why some people would vote for BREXIT. Yes, they have been hoodwinked, but the way the United Kingdom is mismanaged by the money grabbing super-rich and their manipulative minions, who have no understanding or feeling for people less fortunate than them is the real reason why BREXIT has become possible.

False problems such as the NHS shortages are part of the “Austerity” strategy devised to steal back vast resources from the less fortunate. The bankers made the mess, the poor and the unfortunate pays for it. But these are small things when compared to the massive shifts that the world has to make to fulfil its destiny, whatever that is.

So, what are these major changes that humanity has to make to fall in line with the will of Gaia or Mother Nature?

I find in our arrogance, us humans forget that we are part of nature, and as a consequence, everything we do is natural. We cannot step out of the control of Mother Nature, even if we wanted to. Because everything has been ordained by Gaia and this universe and its laws.

And while we agonise over the small stuff, the major ones are stacking up around the corner.

The major things that are going to cause chaos in our long term lives are:
  • The planet is heating up
  • The Africans diaspora will return to Africa
  • The demographic shift taking place will take place –
  • Capitalism and its primary tool democracy have had its day, Western dominance with all its good things and mistakes has to end, like all things. Who or what will replace these two ancient, pre-computer edifices?

The little things like NHS and BREXIT are so short term in the span of human existence, that they are hardly worth the agony we are enduring over them. We are forced to be patriotic about nationwide rather than worldwide borders. How do we evolve to see ourselves as Earthlings as opposed to being British, American, Jamaican or Australian?

The planet is heating up.
As we become better at harnessing the power of technology to govern our lives, us humans seem to be drifting off into believing that we are no longer at the mercy or control of nature, almost as if we are the dominant force on the planet.

We seem surprised that we cannot always predict what the weather is going to be like. We think that the weather is our servant.

We belong to nature, nature does not belong to us. A tiny sunspot or a comet that does not pass over, but land, can end our existence. A tsunami can wipe out millions, a volcano or earthquake can cause dust and gas clouds that changes everything.

The planet is heating up, some say it is manmade, others postulate that it is in the Earth cycle and every 100,000 years or so it warms up, and the current increase in the temperature is just a part of the journey. Me, I have no idea, I do believe though that If we are part of nature, then nature is in control and will ultimately resolve this to its satisfaction, not ours. And even if we are involved in finding the solution that keeps us existing, it is because nature wanted that to happen. We have not yet evolved beyond nature.

The Africans diaspora will return to Africa
As I look around me, it becomes increasingly apparent that us Africans or descendants thereof are desperately trying to be what we were never intended to be. We are not of European stock, our method of balance is different to theirs. I acknowledge that the Europeans and their descendants have taken things learnt from other parts of the world and using large capital created through wars, slavery and theft have advanced their world into almost what can be described as a future-world. It is the lifestyle, technology and materials that others crave. And so those others come to share the spoils.

These so-called foreigners reason that if the Europeans came to their homelands and shared their raw materials, their human resource and their land, then the Europeans will be happy to share their resources too. Hmmm, guess they got that wrong. “Takers can only take, and givers will always give”.

Africa was the most advanced continent for almost 6,000 years. It gave out its people, its skills, its talent, its knowledge to the Greeks, who passed it on to the Romans, who passed it on to the Catholic Kings and the West after 1492. Africa led “The Islamic Golden Age” or the “European Dark Ages” as the Europeans call it.

It sometimes feels that Africa is in mourning for all its lost children, its lost souls, stolen by the Maafa, the great Mahangamizi which took place from 1441 to 1888 when it came to an end in Brazil. It grieves for the millions killed in Belgian Congo under King Leopold of Belgium. This theft and mass murder reduced its human energy, and it has taken a long time to be replenished, but it is on the march. Its diaspora has also woken up to the reality that Africa is its home and it is time to return. Spiritual order will return when the dispossessed Africans return home. Some will resist it, but the wise will welcome it.

The demographic shift taking place will take place
Europe and North America have taken the abundant wealth from all over the planet and are storing it in their vast warehouses. They become surprised when the dispossessed from the rest of the world come knocking for their stolen property. They hope that no one remembers how Rhodes plundered Africa, how Clyde ravaged India, how Jardine and Mathieson through the Opium Wars brought China to its knees and let's not talk about the Aborigines in Australia.

All across the world, the West and its cohorts, its sycophants plunder and take, forgetting that we live in a “give to get” universe, and “what goes around, comes around.”

Capitalism and its primary tool democracy have had its day, Western dominance with all its good things and mistakes has to end, like all things. Who or what will replace these two ancient, pre-computer edifices?
We need a better system of exchange to create a better balance on the planet. Those who are undervalued need to get a better rate of exchange for their efforts, and the overvalued ones need to recognise that their position is false. That they are just lucky and it will all end in tears for them, their children or their children's children, if we do not redistribute the resources on the planet, soon.

It is obscene that there is poverty on this planet at this stage of our evolution. Greed is still acceptable, and the survival of the fittest is still seen as being desirable, even though taken to its logical scientific conclusion, it must end in our extinction.

Nature has provided us with far-reaching technology, with the means to end starvation, to eradicate most of the diseases and feed the entire human population, if we chose to. But we do not choose to. Instead, the super-rich takes about 25 trillion of our pounds and store them in offshore accounts, where they will never be needed whilst millions starve and risk wars and death to find solace.
And Gaia mourns.

Somehow we have to get to a point where we humans learn to abide by principles based on “need, not want”. By that I mean, we can have as much as we need, but no more, and everything else must be released back into the “Common Good Pool”, including the Trillions hidden away. This philosophy will allow long term sustainability for us, our children and their children ad infinitum.

But there are consequences in all we do, so “caveat emptor”, let the reader beware.       

Oh, and a Happy New Year

Full copyright:        Roy Merchant         28th January 2019

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Wednesday, 19 December 2018

More Trouble At Manger

More Trouble At Manger

I have been writing a collection of short stories with the working title "Images". This story is "Trouble At Manger", and I wanted to share it at Xmas with you.

It is the story of the birth of Jesus from the point of view of Mary, Joseph, Herod, Augustus, John The Baptist and finally Jesus. This chapter looks at the story from Joseph's point of view. Let me know what you think and:

**Happy Christmas** 

Chapter 2

Joseph’s Story.

It is now two days after Jesus’s birth. It is Sunday the 27th December, in the year 748 Ab Urbe Condita (AUC).
This calendar is the one being used by the Romans during this period – 001 AUC represents the year Rome was allegedly founded.

We are in Bethlehem with Joseph, Mary, The Shepherds who are Asher, Zebulun, Justus, Nicodemus, Joseph, Barshabba, and Jose and the 3 Wise men namely Balthasar, Melchior and Gaspar, or Basanater, Hor, and Karsudan, as they were known by the Ethiopians, and the enormity of the future is beginning to sink in to Joseph. He was a quiet man, never made a fuss about anything. Everything about him was unruffled and smooth as the wood he used to plane as a carpenter, and that’s the way he liked it, until now.

Joseph always saw his thoughts as part of his internal world, and they had to be managed very well. He always knew that words were a very important part of thoughts. The building blocks of ideas that change things for the better or for, the worse and that you had to weigh up and deeply consider what your words and consequentially your thoughts implied.

You then had to decide which of those myriads of emotions you should send into your external world as actions. For once you had crossed the border and translated your thought into deed, there was just no going back. And not all thought was worthy of exploitation. 

Joseph came out of the manger as the moon was in mid sky and sighed. He saw the silver moonlight reflecting off the Dead Sea and tasted the salt as the waves meandered about way below and he was afraid.

During the stifled laughs, silent screams muted cacophony that was buzzing around the manger, Jesus opened his tiny little eyes, and the noise in the barn came to an abrupt halt. He then kept his mouth tightly closed and spoke in the most primordial of ways using only his eyes, to Joseph. The way humans communicated way before we had the voice and could make noise and Joseph understood everything.

He saw the likely alternatives that were going to be presented to him and his family over the coming years and the consequences of them all. And it was up to him to decide which actions he would have to take to keep his family safe. “God had entrusted his only begotten son to me, a carpenter named Joseph”, he thought. He looked up to high heaven and said “Father, I place into your hands, the things I cannot do, the future I cannot control and the events I cannot envisage and as he finished, he was sure the moon smiled back at him.

The wise men and the shepherds had also felt Jesus’s communication, although they were sure they had heard an angel speaking to Joseph. They too knew what had to be done. Jesus was going to be circumcised quietly on the 8th day, he would be presented on the 40th, and the young family would need to get to Cairo in Egypt before the alarm bells started ringing in King Herod and Caesar Augustus’s ear. They simply had to escape from the paranoia of the clinically depressed King Herod the Great and those Roman soldiers.

The wise men and the shepherds waved goodbye to Mary and Joseph as they went back to the reality of their own lives, joyful of the things they had seen. Mary and Joseph went from house to house, hiding and keeping very quiet, whilst they carried out the Lord’s instructions.

On the night of the 40th day, while the Roman soldiers were coming up the very steep hill to Bethlehem to search the houses again, Joseph, Mary and Jesus were sneaking down the other side and on their way to Egypt.

They would not return until they heard that King Herod had died in the year 4BC or 751AUC. Jesus was now 3 years old and finally safe. His final journey could begin. The family went to live in a place that would come to be known as Nazareth, where he remained almost invisible.

Mary and Joseph had six other children, James, Joseph, Simon, Judas and Jesus’s 2 sisters and they all grew up peacefully in Nazareth, while Herod Antipas, who had taken over after the death of his father Herod the Great, ruled all over Judea. He would later have John the Baptist beheaded when Salome asked him to, but all that was to come.

In fact, Jesus was hardly heard of again until he was 12 years old in 6AD, or 760 AUC when he was observed discussing the scriptures in the temple with the scholars.

The Jesus of Nazareth we have come to know was slowly beginning to emerge.

And he would change the world.

Copyright: Roy Merchant 24th November 2018  

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Time It Was

Memories Of Childhood

I have so many memories of my childhood,
Each one, so vivid and clear.
They are like giant, but silent Mahoe trees
Dominating the landscapes of my dreams.
Seeing all, and yet so large
They are almost invisible.

The recollections are almost Omni-prescient
Using prophetic words just like a mantic
Referring me back to a distant past
And showing me a far-off future
All at the same time.

And each night I travel back to the forest,
With bamboo leaves on the ground
Cushioning my fall, as the branch
I was hoping to clasp on the way down
Escapes my grasp yet again.
I fall into the eiderdown of the bamboo leaves
And I am safe once more.

In the noon of the day
We go scrumping for mangoes
On the farms, hanging off the sides
Of the Blue Mountain.
Unafraid in our arrogance,
We think no harm can come of us.

The farmer sees us coming yet again,
The fifth time for the week.
He sharpens his machete across the stone
And looks at us in glee.
Come,” he says with his eyes
“I dare you to come” he stares
Hands akimbo, cutlass blade ready to strike
He hopes our arrogance will cease.

I am sitting at the top of the tree.
And I gauge how far it is to the ground.
I am calculating how many branches I will need to swing on
To avoid his slashing blade.
He spies me in the tree,
He thinks he knows the only thing I can do.
He moves over to where he imagines I will land,
And I busily recalculate.

We stay motionless for an eternity.
Both waiting for the moment to strike.
Me, the nearest branch of the tree
And him, wherever his machete lands.

My young brother and my cousin shouts and run past him,
And his blade swings in their direction.
I know he is now distracted,
And I make my first move to land.
I swing to one branch going East, and he follows.
I catch another bough going West, and he is lost
My last branch still goes West, and he is defeated.
I land, roll forward and run in one all-encompassing move.

The four of us just kept running
Until Church Hill, our village came into view
By now the poor farmer had given up the chase
He paused under a Star Apple tree and smiled
Caught the cool breeze as it bounced off the mountain
His job done for another day.

And these memories keep coming back to me
Reminding me of who I am
I smile as I remember My Jamaica
And like the giant Iroko of my African Ancestors
The Mahoe tree smiles back at me.

Copyright: Roy Merchant 24th November 2018  

Sunday, 28 October 2018

20 Things I Wish I Knew At 20

This is a excerpt from the book I am just finishing and is:

The Third Thing I Wish I Knew

Let me know what you think in our comment section which is found by scrolling down to the bottom of the

We Are Mortal And Just Passing Through.

I wish I knew at 20 that your energies will not last forever. I know that at that young age life is just an endless list of possibilities and you do not feel that you have to worry about anything like the longevity of your time on Gaia. But it is a race and try as you might, you will not get everything done before time calls and catches you totally unprepared for the next great journey. So, it is best to keep yourself as whole, happy, healthy and as un-obsessed as life will allow. Relax and play with your friends, smile as much as you can. Share your energy with others, in time they will share theirs with you. Most importantly, be at peace with yourself, and you will end up being at peace with others.

I wish I knew then that you must try and live out all of your dreams, rather than think that the habits and customs that have been indoctrinated into you by your parents are the right templates for a successful life. You only have one lifetime and the time frame for it is about 60 – 70 useful years if you get there. After that, you are pretty much finished. You say you are alive, you convince yourself that it is all about mind over matter, but really, it is not. If you are still physically fit, your mind has lost all the courage and “try first, worry later” mentality that has driven it for the last 60 years and what you have left are the uncertainties.

You cannot achieve great things with uncertainties. The saddest thing to me is meeting someone who has gotten to 70, then looks back and realise that they have fulfilled everyone else’s dreams and theirs are still unborn. Still lifeless in the things to do section, impatiently waiting in the “Must get around to this one-day” file that has been gathering dust for decades after decades. Meanwhile, you look at the things you have achieved in your time because we all have them and we find that all of them have someone else’s name on them.

People are running around shouting and bragging about the things they have done single-handedly, and when you look at them, they have your joint signature all over them. Help as many people as you can, but always remember to make sure that your dreams are incorporated into everything that you do. Always be on the lookout for opportunities to fulfil your dreams. Remember that those dreams are tomorrow’s realities.

If only I had worked out by 20 that it is the affiliations that you discover, nurture, protect and maintain that will repay you in the later years. It is everyone for themselves, and you cannot rely on anyone to ensure that your relationships are safe, while you are occupied. Never take it for granted that your relationships are being meaningfully defended in your absence. You must find ways of making sure that your emotional connections are being maintained, through conversations, laughs, jokes and whatever else it takes to keep them blooming. Otherwise, you get to a certain point and realise that your connections are withering on the vine. It is no one’s fault. It is just how it is. We are selfish beings, us humans.

Do not allow your mind to be filled with any regrets, self-pity, or sad memories of what could / should have been. Revise what could have been into what is possible now and do it. Save the day. Remember that if you are the I of NOW, then your children are the I’s of TOMORROW.

I wish I could have seen that it is crucial to take love seriously. It is the only thing that makes sense. If you cannot find a God, if you think that the only spirits are what you drink on a Saturday night and nothing else, or that the mind is just a storehouse for your memories and your photographs and nothing else matters, then love becomes the most significant philosophical entity that can change how you feel about things. Without love and faith in it, there is no hope.

Without hope, there is no point in getting out of bed in the morning, because there is no incentive to go and change the world. And, we exist to change the world. So find love, do not give up on it as it will never give up on you. Sometimes it is in the shade waiting for you to discover it. Other times it is by a brook, waiting for you to turn up, so it can make the connection and move on to its next client. Remember that love is the positive spiritual force in the universe, and although it has to fight a host of negative energies, its ultimate victory is never in doubt. Be positive and hopeful.

20 would have been a good age to figure all this out.
Full copyright : Roy Merchant  - September 2018 

Monday, 3 September 2018

Life And Death

The last standing uncle on my father's side died  very recently, which puts my siblings and I at the top of the tree. He was a man I loved very much and what follows is a tribute to him. R.I.P  Uncle.

Wednesday, 1 August 2018