....back in 2007 while still in my self-created oasis - Cefimar Park - in Margarita Island, I published a simple blog titled S.T.O.P. (Save the old planet).
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| CEFIMAR PARK - 1993 - the first of some 500 palms being planted in order to create an oasis on semi-arid terrain near the base of the 'Matasiete' mountain - Isla de Margarita, Nueva Esparta, Venezuela |
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| CEFIMAR PARK - our 'Rancho' and HQ in 1995, 2 years after commencing activities |
I had become involved in environmental activism during the 1980s, when an entire edition of TIME was devoted to the "TORCHING of THE AMAZON"; something I had already witnessed personally as early as 1970 when going by boat from Manaus and later seeing the sawmills active in Belem de Para. I was shocked even then, but still not really aware of just how diabolically idiotic we all were (then) and still are of course.
Flying across the Amazonian Rainforest back then created an illusion of 'endless green' below. The flight involved around 4 hours and all one saw was marvellous 'untouched' rainforest. 'Indestructable', it seemed, while down below Homo 'sapiens were already doing their thing. Seemingly "the things" we have excelled at throughout our relatively brief history on this planet - CONQUER, DESTROY, EXPLOIT.....under the guise of "après moi le déluge" - as that famous French General once remarked. "After us, the floods" has already become a patent global reality at the time of writing (2019), less than 50 years since I first visited the Amazon and about 40 years since NEWSWEEK's Eugene Linden compiled his horrific impressions of what was happening there.
Since then it has not only not stopped or improved; it has accelerated and in one way or another it has "gone global".
The chief reasons:
- DEMOGRAPHICS - also known as excessive irresponsible copulation ! From 1,7 billion 'sapiens' around 1900 - to 7,2 billion around 2020 (in just 120 years)
- GLOBALISED IDIOCY ! The way we're set up (dis)-organized, and the things we believe (and 'in'), take for granted and (mostly) think or indeed fail to think (about) is and are self-destructive in nature. The list is seemingly endless, and as soon as I'll begin to mention just a few of our basic idiocies, all hell will break loose. All kinds of 'fatwas' will be issued and by no means only those of Islamic origin ! Any- and Everyone with deep-rooted conviction, belief, credence, interests, attachments and/or 'issues' to defend will raise their voice and scream their particular fatwa. Not long ago anyone even daring to THINK and QUESTION our 'Sacred Cows' would have had some difficulty purchasing a Life Insurance Policy, and even today in this 'enlightened age' of the WWW, in 2019, Sacred Cows remain just that, - Sacred Cows. (Of whatever colour or creed, with and without horns).
- COWS then, of the 'Sacred' variety; are they the culprits, to blame for the unholy mess we've created or stumbled into ? I do believe they share a good proportion of responsibility, and the reasons are simple to grasp. But let me firstly assure all my Hindu friends I love cows. In fact I love most if not all those marvellous creatures with who we were supposed to share this space, and who wish us no particular harm. Although sadly and tragically that is not how we* see them.......(*with a few exceptions....)
just a few silly questions.....
what do you do when you find Murphy's* Law substantially proven beyond reasonable doubt...and accept your own ignorance-cum-idiocy as contributing elements..?
what do you do when you've abrubtly landed on your proverbial, having with some regularity enjoyed good bubbly 'n chat with interesting folks, at times doing Mach 2.1 at 59 000', or whizzing around at 2 tons+ in your 928, M1, tonned up on your K100, or been on a close reach in blue waters on your Westsail 42 Ketch* or heck, just enjoyed life while energetic and 'successful', to suddenly find yourself in 'purgatory' somewhat ahead of time ?
what do you do when you know you were conned by ruthless, soulless, greedy fellow sapiens, including 'Royalty'** and their leeches - in addition to a few non-'Royal's; and that in a fairly repetitive pattern throughout your life ?
what do you do when you begin to understand a little bit how it all works; including how life in an overwhelmingly ignorant, but greedy and ruthless society itself is a con; a danger-fraught con !?
Well, in my own case I decided to retreat from the London and Florida crappo to form an NGO, build a Nature Reserve on a Caribbean Island, try to think a little about it all, to create some awareness about the doomed Amazon Rainforest, publish a CD, write a couple of books about environmental philosophy and enjoy going to sleep at night caressed (mostly) by gentle Trade Wind breezes to awake most mornings listening to the nearby ocean, self-planted palms swaying, birdies singing and awed by the splendour of Caribbean sunrises...
Concord had stopped flying anyhow, the 928, M1 , the Bentley the K100, the Westsail 42' Ketch and a few other silly toys were either sacrificed to keep an idealistic project in Florida going and the 'Royal' as well as the 'Common' treachery along with the seemingly inevitable, nauseating London bullshit (on top of the toxic air) became just too overwhelming to continue being subjected to.
I mean, as far as I know you only live once and that for only a really really limited spell..
So why suffer toxic air, a toxic environment, toxic bullshit as well as the seemingly inevitable treachery for longer than absolutely unavoidable ?
But what do you do when even your self-created blissful island Nature-Retreat of two decades oasis-type living is invaded by no-brainers? Local drug-crazed criminal human refuse, also members of your own H sapiens species who one a.m. in March 2009 decide your 'privileges' were done with and that you probably had some stuff they could put to better use, such as peddle it to get more dope to keep their agile minds ticking ? Even if there seemed to be a 'rationale' in 'justifying' the attack on my Not-for-Profit NGO, such as stealing whatever wasn't solidly nailed fast, why also shoot my harmless, friendly Staffordshire Terrier, "Zidane", at close range through an ear (with my own - appropriated - S&W .38) ? Just nasty, evil sordid stuff - and the end of anoher of life's nicer chapters !
I had been enjoying my daily early a.m. beach meditation with "Sombra", "Zidane's" Staffordshire Terrier companion, and missed the invaders perhaps only by a few minutes upon return, finding the recently murdered Zidane, and a ransacked house at around 08.30. It took just a few seconds to understand fairly plainly that my Paradise-created of 20 years had been converted in a 30 minute or so time frame to Paradise-lost !
After investing a number of years, with a good dose of idealism, love for Nature, love for a project and some (for me) considerable pecunium as from age 50; having also defended same on various occasions in situations of varying intensity and personal risk (even once against a 100 strong local village mob) while only armed with a Smith & Wesson .38, a machete and some fast thinking, one may comprehend how seeing it violated and in essence destroyed in a few minutes by marauding no-brainer can represent quite a challenge...
And so it goes on Little Blue Dot. Murphy's Law is also a Law of Nature. It has Universal application. Whatever can, will screw up - and since everything can, everything WILL.....
It would help to understand this earlier in life than I did for example.
So what do you do when the Universe has returned you to your roots (of all places - and somewhere where you never imagined to be forced to return to) ending up in Germany's Vulkaneifel among some nice scenery and some not so nice members of the sapiens species ?
what do you do when you've 'been up there for a good many years and find yourself at street level all of sudden. In Germany, full of nit-picking, hypocritical Germans - of all places ? I was born here, but thankfully exported to London, NW3, U.K. at age 12.
well, at least I know now what Purgatory feels like, and am trying hard to remain sufficiently fit to tell the story and reach escape velocity (once again).
so what's your issue, some or perhaps most folks may inquire !? Lovely scenery, beautiful volcanic crater lakes, wooded hills, brooks, streams and rivers (the Moselle, the Rhine), walking, hiking, cycling, riding, golf, ballooning, paragliding, canoing, swimming, volcanic water galore for drinking and bathing in, quite good food, lots of fine wine, relatively uncrowded areas and even a few really nice and friendly people........So what IS my issue ?
having recently learned my M1 (Nr. 296) sold in London in 1985 for 28 is now worth around 800 and possibly more, as it was the only original factory 'Black' M1 ever made and sold in order to keep a lost cause Art Gallery in Palm Beach going for a few more months essentially in order not to let a few Brit artisans, including a 'Royal woodworker' at KP 'down', makes this for even more salt rubbed into some serious wounds. But more on this not entirely uncomplicated story in its relevant chapter as the book develops.....
well then, my issue relates to how this all came about and how it compares to my previous life and experiences. Each move to another space on lbd* inevitably brings with it some unique challenges, and how you deal with those will determine how healthy, content and successful or otherwise your remaining time on the planet will be.
throughout life I remember a few stumbles and some fairly hard encounters resulting from gravitational forces acting on my backside. Some self-generated no doubt, some courtesy ignorance, stupidity and acting out the truly idiotic elements in my nature; but some brought about by circumstances, devious sapiens and the result of 'believing' in people's good intentions. 'Believing' can also be seriously detrimental I discovered along the way - quite apart from expensive
So here's my story to the best of my recollection and hopefully devoid of any temptation to try to procure sympathies. My aim and hope is to a: tell the story - a somewhat unusual one developing since early childhood in the 'at War' 3rd.Reich, continued in War-torn Western Germany, then London, U.K., early job experiences including extensive travels all over Europe and to Egypt. Followed by a move to Venezuela at age 25; an amazing country then. Personal and business development, including uncounted trips to the U.S.A. With business success a partial return to London, a Jet-setting lifestyle on 3 continents. An Art enterprise and deceit spelling an end to that life and a recognition followed by deep understanding about the superficiality, the nonsense and sheer waste of living time
THE FIRST 12 YEARS
.....blog to be continued ( you'd better believe THAT. This Homo idiota is seriously pissed-off)......
