Friday, December 31, 2010


The following blogspots center on a variety of subjects, which I have initiated. You are invited to look and respond.
http://esoschronicles.blogspot.com/ Not-Violence main subject
http://melnaysjanis.blogspot.com/ Temple of Janis (John) site
http://the-not-voter.blogspot.com/ Arguments for systems change
http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/ Sacrificial crisis in Latvia

I suggest you look at the links imbedded in these blogs or at the end of the blog as an integral part of my argument.
The 4th Awakening

25 A Coat to Keep Warm

The Story of Crazy Jane and Clever John, Part 2 as retold by
© Eso Anton Benjamins (…story begins at blog 15)

“So, Clever John, what is it that you came to see me about?” asked the Sun. Her bright blue dress oozed with rivulets of orange flames. Clever John was happy to note that the fires were as gentle as those of a bees’ wax candle.

“Ahh, mam, I came to ask why you have not been shining lately,” said Clever John. “When I and Crazy Jane last saw you on the mountain on Johns Day morning, you did not appear to be too happy. People say that it ought to be fun to see you, but I wasn’t…. I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to come to my farm for a rest. You see, Latvians are turning their farms into temples, sort of a rest home for tourists exhausted from visiting exotic places.”

“Why, John, how nice of you,” replied the Sun, “I am glad you thought of me. But those six brothers of yours, I could ….” The Sun broke off.

“Send the old witch after them?” Clever John tried to be helpful.

“Never mind, son,” replied the Sun. “Is there anything else you came to see me about?”

“There was a whole bunch of people there climbing up to the branch of a big tree to hang themselves. They did not look too happy. How long will they have to be hanging themselves?”

“It depends, John,” answered the Sun, “it depends on how many times you yourself will keep on hanging yourself.”

Clever John gulped. What did the Sun mean? How could he possibly go hang himself? He was entirely against suicide if only because he wished to live for ever. In fact, he had thought of defending his rights to immortal life with a gun, those things the gendarmes called “trumpets of angels”.

“I have another question, mam.”

“Speak, John,” said the Sun.

“There is that young maid standing in the river dipping for empty buckets of water. She says that you are her mother. She asked to ask you for how much longer must she continue,” Clever John asked.

“Well, Clever John,” answered the Sun, “that is a very serious question. I have punished her for trusting you with her head. Why did she steal from her father his leather boots and give them to you to put on Rozinante?” Some of the flames on the Sun’s dress began to shoot off sparks.

Clever John trembled and sweated. The bearskin coat felt like the bricks of an oven. Nevertheless, Clever John managed a brave: “Mam, you did not answer your daughter’s question.”

“You give her back her father’s boots, and then she can go,” declared the Sun.

“I have one more question, mam,” said Clever John.

“Speak, John,” said the Sun.

“The raven on the pine tree asked to ask you for how long will you tie it down to the tree, mam.”

“That is easy, John,” said the Sun, “when someone, perhaps you, buries the infant that the king fathered on the maid. That will let the raven go.”

“For how long must the big fish be tied to the shore, mam?” Clever John asked in a hurry. It was obvious that he was in a rush to get away.

“Tah, tah, John,” replied the Sun (tah tah means “you don’t say?” or “I am amazed to hear” in Latvian). “Frankly, I do not know. It just turns out that way. Tell the fish to mind its conceits.”

Clever John was gushing sweat in rivulets. He wanted to up and go as fast he could, but the Sun had a question of her own. She looked at her son sternly.

“I know that you did not really come to see me, but are on your way to more important things, Clever John. That’s alright. It shows you have what it takes when it comes to daring, but the question is whether you have brains? So, tell me, Clever John. Tell me what you really want?”

“I am happy to tell you that, mam,” answered Clever John. “I want to marry a princess and be rich.”

“Who is the princess may I ask?” asked the Sun.

“I have not met her yet. They say she often walks in the king’s garden. They say that she has many suitors, but so far she has refused them all. I know that she is waiting for me,” said Clever John with conviction.

“Good luck, son,” said the Sun. ”Good luck, my dear son!” The Sun repeated and roared a blast of fire in Clever John’s ears. Luckily it was only her laughter; it rolled like a thunder clap retreating.

If Clever John had not backed off that very moment, the coat of fur might have caught on fire. As it was, his back felt like it was covered with hot mustard sauce. Clever John duck walked from the Green Gardens of the Sun backward and with hands clasped in profound reverence. This was no fake. While this was not the first time that Clever John had been with his Mother, it was also only the second. He was impressed with Her Awesomeness coming forth so straight forward.

Rozinante, who had been standing next to Clever John, tried to curtsy, but because her boots were on backward, it did not come off gracefully. Then the mare backed off. It was a near head-over-heel retreat.

Perhaps it was the fear and trembling that overwhelmed Clever John. Time flew as mare and rider both, seized by a perverse moment multiplied a thousand times thousand struggled down Sun Mountain. And so it was that Rozinante brought Clever John to the very front gates of King John I.

(To be continued. Next Part 3 of story.)

Asterisks & Links of Interest

Unchanged Feature: The Witches of Ghana in Gambaga
Could we have the word and name of Ghana pronounced as Yana? If so, we could then call the withches Yanas (Janas, Zhenas) of Yana (Jana, Zhena).

Unchanged Feature: What is reality, what is myth?

Changing Feature: In the preceding posts, I started a compilation of a series of video clips, which when seen as a linear sequence tell a story in a telling context. This is a continuous story. If it began in the past, now it is moving parallel to the day we live. Note what is happening around you. Put this clip as a tail to your blog http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVnk891ChPc so others may see. The origin of this post is at http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/  This is the 9th video of a series.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Full or partial entries of my blogs may be found at LatviansOnline http://latviansonline.com/forum/ + Forum Home + Open Forum – The 4th Awakening. If you copy this blog for your files, or copy to forward, or otherwise mention its content, please credit the author http://esoschronicles.blogspot.com/, http://melnaysjanis.blogspot.com/, http://the-not-voter.blogspot.com/ or http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/

I suggest you look at the links imbedded in these blogs or at the end of the blog as an integral part of my argument.
The 4th Awakening

24 The Proto-Latvian Meme

Before we revisit the Sun Goddess in The Story of Crazy Jane and Clever John, we must come back to the issue of the word “payan” or belittled John, which I argue is the proper meaning of “pagan”. “Payan”/ pagan hardly stands for the happy agnostic, but is an elitist putdown of the Son of the Sun.

If one was to seek in the short history of Latvia (1918 to the present) the previous two hundred years, one would discover that the entire period between the Great Northern War (1700-1720) until about 1860 is largely erased from popular memory. This is not so much because it is a period of no events, but because the proto-Latvians were rushed into becoming Latvians, then were traumatized by world events. Subsequently, a puritanical brood put the numerous episodes of violence in the forefront of public attention (similar to the way Israel sets up the holocaust) and erased their forebears from their memory by keeping silence about them.

An example of the process of excluding the past is presented by a brief overview of Latvian history for high school students by teacher Vita Krieviņa, “Latvijas vēsture” (Latvian history), published by Zvaigzne ABC. Krieviņa writes (p. 52, my translation): “Possibly national identity was contributed to by the Herrnhuters in the middle of the 18th century.” About the Herrnhuters themselves we have barely half a page (pgs. 75-76) of presumably depoliticized information: “The Brethren movement facilitated the spiritual awakening of the peasants, especially in the region of Vidzeme in the middle of the 19th century, but as researchers point out, wherever one found the Herrnhuters, the traditions of folklore and paganism died out.”

While historian Kaspars Kļaviņš (translate) identifies the Herrnhuters with a puritanical movement (in one sense I agree, but in many other ways I disagree) in his thought provoking book (in Latvian) “apSTĀVĒŠANA”, Mansards, 2009, (apStāvēt = to fix, to translate, to popularize while there is yet time) the professor does great service by pointing out that “…the situation [of Latvians] is further complicated by our problem of identity, finding ourselves in the midst of old myths and stereotypes, to put it simply, our lack of [?self] knowledge.” I recommend the book not because I always agree with the author (he too believes that neo-Christianity is an original rather than a post-arch-Christian movement), but because it is critically important to blow away the cobwebs of secular clericism that appears to have immobilized the ability of Latvians to think for themselves. I cite from a summary of Kļaviņš book on the back cover of the book: “The historians of Western Europe, when they discuss the question of European ethnicities, use the map of Aeruatlas*. There among places of honour one will find Jersika of the 12th and 13th centuries.” It is true that the media occasionally present titbits of archaeological news about Jersika, but when it comes to analyzing the times and then prevalent secular and/or religious views there is a blackout. We are faced by a wall of dogmatic presumptions, which by being what they are deny other considerations to entertain other interpretations of history.

The perspectives above (not to mention my own) perhaps support my arguments that the subject of history, while it is a profoundly political matter, in its present state condemns Latvians to psychic confusion, in effect, loss of identity. By focusing exclusively on the period of the last one hundred years, the Latvian leaders have lost for the Latvian people their history. It is not unusual to find Latvians roaming the world referencing Latvia in their minds eye with little more than a point on the map and a vague “I was born there”. In fact, the names of Latvia, or Estonia, Lithuania, Prussia, Livonia ought to bring up many associations and charismatic (live in the mind’s eye) historic experiences to any European, Latvians including.

As I have suggested in earlier blogs, I am attempting to link Jersika (destroyed 1209, last heard of about 1214) and the Children of Johns with the Herrnhuters and find the linkage legitimate. It is not a matter of making neat fits, but looking for continuities. If such continuities do not exist, as the present government of Latvia appears to believe, then we are indeed in the process of succumbing to another occupation.

I first suspected a psychic continuity, a yet unextinguished mind meme, in the inner clash that resulted from my experience as a young boy on a Latvian farm in the Ergļi-Madona region coming in contact later in life with the Latvian state-school apparatus, which continued to exist in Displaced Persons camps in post-war Germany.

The trauma of atrocities perpetrated by the Soviet and Reich governments and the need and will to remain a community influenced and justified the refugees from Latvia in their Puritanism. On the other hand, the Puritanism, pretty much become a lockdown of most critical thought processes, has to this day not been challenged and questioned.

Is perhaps the Puritanism of the Herrnhuters related to the Latvians abroad after World War 2, and are both puritanisms in one way or another linked to Jersika? It is worth a consideration, a look see.

There is an obvious mismatch of memes in the public media and the memes found buried within individuals, the former brought to us by Latvia’s repressed public media, the latter brought by the mother tongue of Latvians. Even before we examine the Latvian meme, we ought to be aware that the authoritarianism of Displaced Persons camps, post-neo-Christendom, folkloric fetishism, and the like are the consequences of times of extreme anxiety, while pietism is of a stable community and one that pre-existed the multiple traumas.

Assuming that Latvians emerged from a pre-existing “stable community”, that is where we also ought to look for the true mind meme that connects all Latvians. One of the most fundamental memes for Latvians is to be sought in the word of endearment in the Latvian language. Why? Because an endearment is such a noteworthy “extract” of pietism. If so, why is it in hiding?

The reason the pietist meme is hidden is because it is in danger. And the reason the Latvian language is in danger is because its pietist elixir is a “weak power”; it is a force like gravity; one is so used to it that one no longer feels it except when one goes to jump. However, the modern consumer way of life is not a movement that “jumps”. Instead, it floats like a dead fish of habit in the canal that divides “Old” Riga from the “new” Monument to Freedom (Brīvības piemineklis) and its massive relief of Bear Destroyer (Lāčplēsis) in place of John, the teacher and priest (krīvs), who stood at the altar of the “Līgo” flag of 1873. The incessant bombardment of brain and eye by commercial advertisements turns the public into a passive entity with regard to everything but consumption. Indeed, it is noticeable how the Latvian public—which is a theatre loving public ever since it participated in the Johns Eve rituals (which is a theatre of sorts)—continues to call actors to the stage three times even when the performance has been painfully dull and boring.

This is where we reconnect to contemporary politics and political events. This is where we come nose to nose with the Latvian government. Like Clever John in my rewrite of an old Latvian folk story, it pretends charisma when in fact it has none.

The Story of Crazy Jane and Clever John, Part 2 as retold by
© Eso Anton Benjamins (…story begins at blog 15)

Evidently Clever John blinked once more. Though the black ocean of black tar was still before him, this time he saw on the opposite end of the horizon the Sun. She was majestic, a bramble of sunbursts.

“Hello, Clever John,” said the Sun, “how are you my son?”

“I am fine, mam,” replied John. Suddenly he was shy. The total moment of black had intimidated him. “I am happy to see you, mam.”

“That is good,” said the Sun, “here son, here is something to keep you warm in your travels.” The Sun waved her left hand and all the black tar turned to green grass and a field of flowers and forests. Then She waved her right hand and put over the shoulders of Clever John a vest made of the finest bear fur.

“I see that it fits you fine, Clever John,” said the Sun. “You are my son, is that right?”

“Yes, mam,” said Clever John, “there is no other.”

“I may want you to prove it to me one day, Clever John,” said the Sun.

(To be continued.)

Asterisks & Links of Interest

* I am not at this time able to discover the map used on the backcover of said book.

Unchanged Feature: The Witches of Ghana in Gambaga
Could we have the word and name of Ghana pronounced as Yana? If so, we could then call the withches Yanas (Janas, Zhenas) of Yana (Jana, Zhena).

Unchanged Feature: What is reality, what is myth?

Changing Feature: In the preceding posts, I started a compilation of a series of video clips, which when seen as a linear sequence tell a story in a telling context. This is a continuous story. If it began in the past, now it is moving parallel to the day we live. Note what is happening around you. Put this clip as a tail to your blog http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7GjfyTfjPk&NR=1&feature=fvwp so others may see. The origin of this post is at http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/  This is the 10th video of a series.

Friday, December 24, 2010

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I suggest you look at the links imbedded in these blogs or at the end of the blog as an integral part of my argument.
The 4th Awakening

23 Dark Inside and Out
A Pre-Christmas Story
The Story of Crazy Jane and Clever John, Part 2 as retold by
© Eso Anton Benjamins (…story begins at blog 15)

As Clever John and Rozinante came nearer the Sun Mountain, the ground under Rozinante’s boots began to shift and move as if it was a rug being pulled upward. Though the mare’s boots sped the mare and Clever John forward at seven times the normal speed of a horse, for every seven feet that the mare moved forward, the ground fell back six feet. Still, they moved on over stone and rubble. Rozinante’s boots struck sparks.

After a while the ground became even steeper (they had arrived at the foothills of Sun Mountain), and there were moments when man and horse appeared not to be moving at all.

“How much longer must I keep climbing?” Rozinante finally asked Clever John. “This is hopeless.”

“C’mon, Rozinante,” begged Clever John, “oppa, oppa, ukkah, ukkah!” [The words meant “giddy up” or “play the music faster”.] “I will give you a day off after we get there.”

“Happy Yannukkah to you, too,” neighted Rozinante in reply.

“If we get to the top, I promise you one yandahlins of a good time,” cried Clever John.

“You use too many strange words, Clever John,” replied Rozinante. “What does yandahlins mean?”

“It means ‘Johnsdance’ or as the French say ‘jouissance' , so much joy that it is painful. That is what Casanova did when he did it fourteen times in one night. It is ritual, theatre, and reality all wrapped in one. It is like giving birth.”

“Wow!” neighed Rozinante, and that very instant wings grew out of her shoulder blades. It was painful, but Rozinante was as if born to them. Sometimes words have great power. Rozinante flew up and around and even upside down. Clever John had plenty to do just holding on. The mare flew up Sun Mountain in no time.

When Rozinante arrived at the top of Sun Mountain, Clever John was in for a big surprise. While rumor told that the Sun lived in a great white manor ten times larger than the White House in America and with a beautiful green garden that was like a forest forever all about, the sight that greeted him was awesome and frightening.

Ak, Dieviņ (Oh, dear!), as a proto-Latvian may say. As Clever John got off Rozinante, he saw that the ground below was but a thin sliver, no wider than the thinnest sliver of the moon. And beyond the edge of the sliver everything was black. A vast ocean of black tar stretched from Clever John’s toes to all the way to the edge of the horizon. Even the sound was eerie. The air creaked as a ship of wood creaks when everyone aboard has died.

“What is this?” exclaimed Clever John. “I thought I would be at the top of Sun Mountain. I see no Sun. Where is the Sun?” Then he noticed that though there was light, the light was like the light inside a bottle. There was no real light but some kind of glass. What Clever John was in the middle of was an eclipse of the Sun.

Everything became very still and quiet. There was not a cloud in the pinkish blue sky. Even the creaking ceased, but for a lone seagull. A voice inside the ear of Clever John said: “The Sun is dying. Her blood has become thick as tar.”

“What happened?” asked Clever John.

“She is dying of thirst,” the voice answered. “The Sun drove her carriage all across the Earth, but saw no one appreciating her but sunbathers. She thinks that no one loves Her. No one in Latvia knows any Johns Songs anymore.  Someone must quench her thirst, give Her something to drink. Blood, anything.”

“Rozinante, is there any milk left in your paps?” asked Clever John.

“No,” answered the mare, “I have but the sweat off my skin.”

“That should do it,” said Clever John and pushed Rozinante over the edge of the sliver of land into the inky sea of tar.

Rozinante disappeared, but as soon as she went out of sight, the blackness spat her out again. The tar went “yetch!”, but the mare was unharmed, except her wings were clipped and the Devil’s boots on her legs were turned backwards, that is, they no longer pointed forward, but where the boot had once been heel, it was now toe. Of course, Rozinante’s color was from the very beginning black.

“I am thirsty,” the voice said from deep of the dark. “Give me blood.”

Clever John had no idea what to do. Then a great idea came to his mind. [He is always clever when he needs to be.] He unzipped his fly and began to pie into the ocean of darkness. “It is all I can do,” he said. “It is better than nothing. It should be enough to bring about a sunrise.”

Something happened then that only a story teller knows how to explain how it happens.

The instant the stream of urine struck the ocean, it turned black and pulled itself back up, and went into Clever John, inside him. In an instant Clever John was black. He could not see himself anymore. Everything around him turned black. He was invisible. Though Clever John blinked his eyes, he no longer could tell whether his eyes were open or shut. Everything outside the eye looked exactly the same as it looked inside it: black.

For a moment Clever John believed that he was dead.

The next installment of the story will appear in the next blog. I will also say something more about the payans (formerly called pagans). While all too many people believe that the term 'pagan' and 'paganism' have been derived from the Latin word paganus which is said to mean "country dweller", the Latvian language insists that the word be spoken and written as “payan” or “payanus”. In the Latvian language “pa-” is often a prefix such as, for example, pa-saule, the World, from pa + saule, pa + the Sun, hence below or less significant than the Sun. Pa + Yan similarly consists of pa + John, the last word or name signifying all the myriads of words and meanings that go with John, including Son of the Sun.

Asterisks & Links of Interest

Unchanged Feature: The Witches of Ghana in Gambaga
Could we have the word and name of Ghana pronounced as Yana? If so, we could then call the withches Yanas (Janas, Zhenas) of Yana (Jana, Zhena).

Unchanged Feature: What is reality, what is myth?

Changing Feature: In the preceding posts, I started a series of video clips, which when seen as a linear sequence tell a story in a particular context. This is a continuous story. I call it The Linden Baum. If the begins in the past, it is now moving parallel to the day we live. Note what is happening around you. Put this clip as a tail to your blog http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQVYYfGTphc so others may see it too. The origin of this post is at http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/  This is the 7th video of a series.
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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Full or partial entries of my blogs may be found at LatviansOnline http://latviansonline.com/forum/ + Forum Home + Open Forum – The 4th Awakening. If you copy this blog for your files, or copy to forward, or otherwise mention its content, please credit the author http://esoschronicles.blogspot.com/, http://melnaysjanis.blogspot.com/, http://the-not-voter.blogspot.com/ or http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/

I suggest you look at the links imbedded in these blogs or at the end of the blog as an integral part of my argument.
The 4th Awakening

22 Histories as a Turn of the Screw
The numerous interests and repressions of interests by more powerful interests have brought about a notoriously “screwed up” history of the former region of Livonia that was eventually divided into Estonia, Latvia, and German Prussia.

Someday historians will attempt to sort this out better than I am able. Indeed, some historians support not teaching Latvia’s students any history, because at the present time so much of Latvia’s history is zionationalist mythology. Hopefully, the same historians will not deny Latvians their perspective and reason for being. The potential of a pietist civilization while seemingly on the ropes at the present is far greater than the ‘civilization’ in power today.

However that may be, the purpose of these of blogs is to point out how the present faux history is due to the Latvians themselves, never mind putting the blame of it on Russians and/or Germans. It does not take all that much reflection to realize that the historicized and then internalized lie of post-proto-Latvians makes both cultural and economic recovery today such a labyrinthine effort. The collections of lies have not only missed securing for the community of Latvia its holy grail, but are condemning Latvia to servitude to Swedish banks, not to say Sweden.

The twisted history of post-proto-Latvia is a self compromising psychic burden on all the Baltic countries. Among the most immediate examples of Latvian zionationalist birdcall twists is the declaratory tone issuing from Unity Party (Vienotība) in office at this time. The Unity Party declares that Latvia’s true face is turned West, and to prove it, it has installed as Latvia’s Finance Minister a man who until he was given the office of minister was working as chief economist for a Swedish investment and banking corporation. Not surprisingly, said corporation took advantage of the relative disorientation of post-Soviet Latvia and the people’s lack of knowledge of their history.

The compromise of Latvia’s sovereignty in matters of finance is not the only hasty pudding cooked up by post-Soviet Latvian elites. The same cookery applies to the Foreign Minister of Latvia. Whether the minister is a tool of NATO or can see beyond only time will tell, but it is certain that like all members of the present government, the minister has not told the public that he has a vision of the future other than a subservient one.

Now the position of Latvian Finance and Foreign ministries is related if only because the previous Foreign Minister entered no protest when Swedish banks were rescued at the expense of the Latvian people. If resignation to failure of office was inevitable due to pressure from the ‘great’ secular powers, no regret was ever expressed. In fact, the government elite of Latvia, long in the habit of dragging the Latvian language behind it as a child drags a doll or security blanket, appears to have no concern that its actions represent a major transgression of the psychic space of the majority of the Latvian community.

The financial transgression of the European Union is a blatant perversion of ethical standards vis a vis the Latvian people. All parties and offices involved knew that the end result of the campaign to persuade the Latvian people to take on credits would result in multiple bankruptcies. All parties know that the subsequently (current) buying up of Latvian land (forested or deforested) as the debt burdened Latvians sell their land holdings to cover their debts is an unethical practice bordering on violence. The benefactors of these financial maneuvers are not Latvians. The real benefactors of social chaos in Latvia are Swedish investment companies which over the long term are becoming the new occupation force in Latvia. Up to the time of this writing, the stratagem seems to be working, and there is no organized opposition that stands (in effect reawakens Latvians) and opposes the takeover.

One reason why there is no opposition to the EU’s efforts to create a federated identity of Europe is the propaganda, now decades old, that claims that a nation’s vision is inferior to that of the Brussels’s centaur (with a goat on its back). The arguments are presented with such sleaze that a citizen who is not closely attentive to political events has no idea why the bank has been given the power to destroy a nation. Of course, Latvia is not the only victim. The financial and economic crisis faced by the world at this time, screams for an opposition to come rise and create acceptable rules to the federation if a federation of communities is what must be. Unfortunately, the faux democracy (secular clergy as parliament) appears confident that it will manage to impose itself on all of Europe as a permanent force by financial fiat.

Even so, one would think that any people of a sovereign nation in Europe would wish to amend the EU Constitution  to include an analogy that likens a nation to a room and a federation to the building within which the room(s) is located. There must be a rule that the dwellers in the room are the only hosts the room has. In other words, you are most welcome as a visitor to my room, but whether you (one or many) stay for the night is determined by the persons registered as occupants of the room. Unfortunately, the Constitution of the EU works to dissolve communities in favor of individuals by leaving the doors and windows of all rooms open to the caprice of the goat, i.e., an individual over which the community has lost all control. The Swedish bank in Latvia is a flesh eating goat, given that a corporation has the same rights as an individual, while it is a million times more spendthrift and powerful.

There is no hope that Latvia will survive as a cultural entity worth the name of “Latvia” if the Latvian government and its parliamentary clerics and fetish worshippers are permitted to remain in power. This is to say, only a groundswell that is genuine in intensity, and which intensity is entirely not-violent (see here for a description of ‘not-violent’), can the misguided effort by Brussels be stopped from making of Europe a kogel-mogel with disastrous consequences to the stomachs of all.
(Next blog will continue with The Story of Crazy Jane and Clever John.)

Asterisks & Links of Interest

Unchanged Feature: The Witches of Ghana in Gambaga
Could we have the word and name of Ghana pronounced as Yana? If so, we could then call the withches Yanas (Janas, Zhenas) of Yana (Jana, Zhena).

Unchanged Feature: What is reality, what is myth?

Changing Feature: In the preceding posts, I started a compilation of a series of video clips, which when seen as a linear sequence tell a story in a telling context. Note what is happening around you. Put this clip as a tail to your blog http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J37jQLIPuqY&feature=related so others may see. The origin of this post is at http://the4thawakening.blogspot.com/  This is the 6th video of a series.
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