Ajarn Forum - Living and Teaching In Thailand - Blogs http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blog.php en Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:02:46 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/images/misc/rss.jpg Ajarn Forum - Living and Teaching In Thailand - Blogs http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blog.php Shopping Trip http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/lizara/85-shopping-trip.html Sun, 30 Nov 2008 13:59:33 GMT We are studying occupations and workplaces this month at school, and I went out to get some props for this week's activities. I probably could have saved my money and used flashcards, but I think props will be more fun for what I want to do and they cost me less than 300 baht total. Purchases made during this afternoon's shopping trip...

One "Powerful Police Super Weapon" toy set... complete with a sticker gun that fires its impotent pink darts a grand total of three feet. (No comment on how relevant this is to the real Thai police).

One "Function Toys Doctor Set" complete with a tiny plastic clipboard to fill in your patient's name, age, blood group, heart rats [sic], eye sight [sic], etc. Also contains a stethoscope that "can send out heartbeat voice manifestation light" and an "Elucidation" note at the bottom of the box, explaining that "This design is used as the representative with two samples. Below the usage that plenty more is same alike."

One "Kitchen Series" cooking set promising its users "Amused play", "Enjoy the cooking" and "Handsome appearance. Special style. Once own."

One "Jiu Long Idea-Man Vogue Leather" canvas purse... for me, obviously, not for school. ]]> Lizara http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/lizara/85-shopping-trip.html Ayutthaya Grand Event http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/piece-train/83-ayutthaya-grand-event.html Sat, 22 Nov 2008 03:02:34 GMT It was a day of low and high observation...low meaning the have-nots and high meaning the haves. It's interesting...I don't really even have to actively go out hunting to get a news story. Things just pop up here in Ayutthaya as I go about my daily business.

I was heading to one of the mass-franchise department/food stores to do a bit of (economical) shopping yesterday. On my way to the place, I saw a couple of Thai security guys and a couple of pickup trucks parked next to them. They were standing across the road from a building behind a few non-obscuring trees. There was a truck parked in the parking lot of the building that, upon first glance, appeared to be passing out bags of rice. Possibly for free...I'm not sure as I was just passing through and I'm not a reporter. There must have been a hundred people there. I was glancing and doing a bit of "rubber-necking" to see if a few seconds could tell a story. It appeared to me that there were some free handouts going on but I couldn't be sure.

Read a couple of shattering articles yesterday in the Bangkok Post online about the auto industry here in Ayutthaya and how it plans to cut back thousands upon thousands of employees. Some have already been cut back and, the crystal ball prediction was that in the coming year, thousands more could be laid off. This could produce an economic predicament to say the least. These are repercussions from the Japanese and American automotive industries' strains right now. Worldwide dominoes. I won't be too quick to blame any outside things like CEOs or officials or anything else, but am inclined now to look at the concept of "technology" as a factor, and how the introduction of new technologies has positive and negative consequences. I would first blame my farm plow were I a farmer before I would blame the town mayor for a cutback in my income or sales.

Interesting thing I saw last night on my second stop...another Ayutthaya Grand Market event. This one was a Harley event, apparently put on by Cowboy Bar there, its owner, and likely others. I saw the sign as I was turning into the majestic Street of Lights. Harley Show. Hmmm...harks back to my visit to Biketoberfest around 2000 in Daytona. Back then I can remember pulling up in a car with some friends and a biker blonde flashing her breasts to me through the window. :tongue:

No breast flashing was going on here though, at least not out in the open. There were, rather, street vendor type salespeople who were selling American Dream Harley Davidson paraphernelia. There were skull caps, belt buckle covers (a bit expensive), leather jackets, t-shirts, leather products...you name it. There was also an Indian/Native American theme...something that I didn't notice back home at the fest in Daytona. That was all different and many years ago so don't remember as much.

One of the vendors was blowing fireballs into the air and another showperson was cracking a whip that seemed to put off a loud firecracker everytime it hit the pavement. There were many tattooed Thai gals in short shorts and shirts...some with guys; some not. Lots of beer of course and I spotted the Cowboy Bar manager with the largest bottle of Heineken I'd ever seen. He was carrying it with him. The thing must have been three feet long. :beerchug:

When I looked down the street that so many have passed down before it was blocked off and there was a grand stage. It was like a flashback to my days down in the south...the "heartland" of the States. There was English language country music being sung without nary an accent at all. I heard a John Denver song (Country Roads), heard a Garth Brooks song (probabably Rodeo), and a host of other down-home southern country songs. There were three or four Thai performers up on stage with guitars, drums and what not blaring away...along with what appeared to be what might have been a farang playing a violin (hadn't seen this in awhile while listening to country). He wasn't playing it very fast. I was waiting for a break-in solo like something straight out of Devil Went Down to Georgia (and he was lookin' for a soul to steal...:)). Saw a few farangs but not many...mostly the natives here enjoying themselves and their bit of down-home southern country plot right here in the ever-popular and famous Grand Market area.

:bye: ]]> Piece Train http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/piece-train/83-ayutthaya-grand-event.html straight street talk http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/syn-in/82-straight-street-talk.html Wed, 19 Nov 2008 10:08:36 GMT I saw this “me.” I thought ways to help make changes in others’ lives. I rebuked, in secrecy and in public. I condemned. I judged. And in most of these struggle, i stumbled a lot.. I cried to God why do these things happen. Then one day… …..Humility and Respect knocked on my door… …Then Faith, along with Repentance followed…. …Then Acceptance appeared bringing along Life… Still hurt, I asked these visitors to reason out why I need to welcome them. HUMILITY said: Your life is made to be an agent of change, yet you can never work your purpose out properly without humbling your character and showing respect to God’s plan…and to the people you pray will be changed. REPENTANCE said: You pray for changes to others’ lives yet you are still unchanged, chained in your debauchery. Have Faith and Repent. And…Acceptance said, “God thought of life, planned it, and created it His own style… YOU did not thought of the plan. YOU did not work out the plan. YOU were part of that plan. And being part of this plan, your sole duty is to Exalt God. That makes you an agent of change. Yes you may react to ungodly works through prayers and words. Yes you may rebuke in God’s name. Yes you may talk to lives about Heaven and Hell. But in all, remember, that this will exalt God, if and only if you respect and humble yourself in His mighty presence first, repent for your own sins and accept and have faith in His plans. I thought of my life….my faith.. and I humbled myself, respected and repented to God respected Him and His plans. I saw me… Now…I see ”me.” God is so good. I am happy.:) I saw this “me.”

I thought ways to help make changes in

others’ lives.

I rebuked, in secrecy and in public.

I condemned.

I judged.

And in most of these struggle, i stumbled a

lot..

I cried to God why do these things happen.

Then one day…

…..Humility and Respect knocked on my

door…

…Then Faith, along with Repentance

followed….

…Then Acceptance appeared bringing along

Life…

Still hurt, I asked these visitors to reason out

why I need to welcome them.

HUMILITY said: Your life is made to be an

agent of change, yet you can never work

your purpose out properly without humbling

your character and showing respect to God’s

plan…and to the people you pray will be

changed.

REPENTANCE said: You pray for changes to

others’ lives yet you are still unchanged,

chained in your debauchery. Have Faith and

Repent.

And…Acceptance said, “God thought of life,

planned it, and created it His own style…

YOU did not thought of the plan.

YOU did not work out the plan.

YOU were part of that plan.

And being part of this plan, your sole duty is

to Exalt God. That makes you an agent of

change.

Yes you may react to ungodly works through

prayers and words.

Yes you may rebuke in God’s name.

Yes you may talk to lives about Heaven and

Hell.

But in all, remember, that this will exalt God,

if and only if you respect and humble yourself

in His mighty presence first, repent for your

own sins and accept and have faith in His

plans.

I thought of my life….my faith..

and I humbled myself, respected and

repented to God respected Him and His plans.

I saw me…

Now…I see ”me.”

God is so good.

I am happy.:) ]]> syn in http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/syn-in/82-straight-street-talk.html Of Waves and Teachers http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/syn-in/81-of-waves-and-teachers.html Mon, 17 Nov 2008 11:14:41 GMT Waves...
While having walks on the beach, do you get the time to look at waves closely? Do you find yourself riding on these majestic wonders? Do you see you, you who once got engulfed in a big, strong one? Do you remember that churning feeling and the thought that follows? Ever thought that it could have been the end? Waves are massive, strong as raging bulls. Many a time they are gigantic, towering against men.

Some say they are perilous. Others say they are not. I say they are both. They are a moving force towards two opposing ends: newer, perhaps bigger and better tide, or the inconceivable palace of Hades, or defeat. And as waves come in different sizes, rapidness and strength, they are soldiers of the open seas; the lives being moved never know which wave holds more power to give a real flux.


Teachers have typical multi-dimensional lifestyles deep within torrents of enfolding, if not impeding waves -- in the classroom.

Teachers usually meet towering waves in the classroom. With each different scenario,there is a different wave, if not waves. Like in getting respectable and tolerable student attention, teachers face different feedbacks .As teachers seek the learners' mutually desired attention, they put on their best performances, followed by some of their uncanny juggling acts. When they are able to convince most of their benefactors, the rewards given are tremendous. The teachers become icons to the students; the school bosses makes a wall paper out of their names; 7/11 cashiers would try to pronounce their names correctly; and, the whole community would emulate them as gods.

Then again, what if teachers become 'centers of distraction' in the process of maintaining classroom discipline? When at least one student complains of boredom, or ever-friendly students didn't get more attention, and still, big bully kids got bully ragged by their madder bully competitors and they blame the bullied teachers for their hopeless bullying acts, teachers receive there love letters: two photocopied sets of a presupposed irresponsible and illogically illogical classroom teaching and managing methods. Icy treatments will follow the fretting eyes of parents and colleagues, tongues get twice there daily exercise with gossip and heroic acts of setting afire a hidden dilemma get embedded with the daily razzes. Worse, walking papers seem to march 24/7 on these hapless teachers' work laden tables.

Poor teachers. No wonder some of these motivators become unmotivated, others end up as official worriers, many perpetually recite their kamikaze wills and testaments and still, others start practicing the art of impressing bosses -- kissing asses. D'uh, whatta looming view indeed, that last one.

Despite the mutually amusing and indifferent attitude teachers get or put towards waves, some points of pondering should be done. When we look at surfers, they tend to master the art of control over the waves.They balance themselves with boards, swim under colossal waves, dance with these waves and more. Most notably, surf boarders face their challenging gigantic waves. They scale these waves, work their way to the top then get their climatic ride.

When waves surge, teachers should take breathers and peruse the onset of events. As much as teachers evaluate and develop their own character, they should see through incoming challenges, discern future events and do what's necessary to bring order into classrooms. Teachers must do these to attain freedom; restraint from incoming unusual classroom situations, likewise to some teachers, ends from their own horseplay.

Look at waves. Feel them. Feel them and know what is in store in them. Eventually the amusing truth follows: Waves are inspirations. As much revealing follows, it would soon be understood that most big waves come to teachers' lives to help assess existing skills. Some waves come to do more motivating because after all, some teachers need a dose of their own medicine; to wake up from indolence to a life of servant hood, that life they themselves vowed to live with. Waves help teachers understand that life always gets trials, that lives are usually put to test by certain , mostly human forces, good and bad. These forces don't always carry the axes ending lifetime careers. Most of these carry doors to more opportunities, and, to better lives.

Waves help teachers move on. Waves are honest moderators of life. Waves are teachers and life was made to face lots of challenging waves. As we, teachers, seek for excellence, let us face them waves. :ajarn: ]]> syn in http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/syn-in/81-of-waves-and-teachers.html Field Trip http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/lizara/79-field-trip.html Sun, 16 Nov 2008 13:22:04 GMT Last week P1 went on a field trip to Safari World. I wasn't required to go, but they asked if I wanted to and, really, they had me at "animals". Besides, I didn't want to sit around school doing nothing all day and I figured I could spend the day asking my kids questions like, "Pat, do you like zebras?" or "Pun, what's that?" and then watching them giggle and run away even though they knew the answers perfectly well.

I wore my dorky red school polo shirt to school and was promptly told that we were meant to be wearing dorky white school polo shirts and not dorky red school polo shirts. A dorky white polo shirt was provided for me, so now I have them in red, white and yellow, so I'm pretty well set up for dorky "casual" work attire... at least until next sports day when they decide we all have to wear purple or something.

We set off in a convoy of six big, gaudily painted buses and soon arrived at our destination, where our first visit was to the safari park. Each new animal was greeted with shrieks of delight from the kids and more and more gratitude that I'd brought Advil from me.

Next we saw an orangutan boxing show, which made me shudder more than a bit. Thankfully the "boxing" was all scripted and they weren't actually beating each other up. On the other hand, the orangutan pole dancers set off all sorts of wtf in my brain.

The sea lion and dolphin shows were better.

The day was full of vendors selling all manner of unhealthy food and thus little boys sipping Pepsi or Fanta or eating ice cream, cookies or candy. If I had remembered my camera there would have been a really good picture of a group of small boys clustered around a woman selling ice cream with syrup on top, and it would have been entitled, "Impending Disaster". I also completely missed the chance to take a photo of the sign saying, "We apologize for any convenience caused by the construction" or the dunk tank with the sign reading, "Get the girl wet and win a prize".

There's also a statue of a woman that squirts water out of her nipples. Words fail me on that one. The kids thought it was the funniest thing ever and it was hard to keep them moving; they all wanted to stop and stand in the spray.

We left around 2:30, much to my surprise, as the schedule said we were meant to arrive back at school around five. I started to worry that I'd get back before signout time at 3:45 and then have to sit around doing nothing for a while. By 3:00 we were back in Bangkok, just about within walking distance of my school.

By 3:10 we were stuck in traffic.

By 3:45 we were still stuck in traffic.

By 4:15 we were still stuck in traffic.

Around 4:45 we finally got back to school.

I hate Bangkok.

All in all, though, not such a bad day. ]]> Lizara http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/lizara/79-field-trip.html Blazing across the job trail http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/mr-pants/77-blazing-across-the-job-trail.html Sun, 09 Nov 2008 15:31:58 GMT The novelty of being unemployed and having lots of free time has well and truly worn off. In fact the novelty had worn off after only 2 days, so on wednesday my serious search for a new teaching gig in Thailand began.

So on wednesday morning an evil agency gave me a call. Normally I wouldn't touch an agency with a barge pole, but I thought I would go along and at least hear what they had to say. If anything it would be an hour spent outside my apartment.

Interview number 1. I was invited into an office by a big Russian guy. "Sorry, I cannot open the air con - it's broken". Red flag number 1. He told me there were 2 schools he knew of that were looking for teachers. The first school was in Banglamphu "2 minutes from khao san road, by BTS" (red flag). That school is hiring 5 new English teachers this semester (red flag). Not a good start.

I asked for details about the 2nd school. Apparantly its in Lad prao, but he's not sure where (red flag). Resisting the urge to throw myself out of the window (we're on the 8th floor) I asked about salary.

"We pay all of our teacher's 35,000b"
"All of them?"
"All of them, company policy"
"Even teachers with no degree?"
"Yes"
"Even teachers with no teaching certificate?"
"Yes"
"Even teachers who have no experience?"
"Yes"
"Even Fillipino teachers?"
"No we give them 15,000b"
"Thankyou for your time"

1 down, 1 to go. Interview 2 was a phone interview that took place on thursday. I responded to an ad that was looking for an m3 English teacher in Bangkok. In an email I was told that Mr Bill would call at 1pm.

At 3:45pm in the middle of a cold shower my phone started to ring. "For Fuck's Sake", I thought as I grabbed a towel and frantically started drying myself. I grabbed my phone with my free hand as I dived out of the bathroom. Sure enough, it's Bill on the phone.

The job it turns out, is for a school that is about an hours drive away from Bangkok. When I mention that I think the school is too far away Mr Bill becomes angry. "It's only 1 van stop from Victory Monument", he bellows down the phone. "That means nothing, HuaHin is one van stop if you get on the right van", I shout back, water still dripping from my hair as I stand naked in my apartment. "Thankyou for wasting my time", he said and promptly hung up. Shaking my head I put my phone down and turn around. To my horror my curtain is open and a thai man in his 60s is watching me from the next building. The last thing he sees is my bare bottom as I yanked the curtain across.

Lets hope for better luck this week. ]]> Mr Pants http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/mr-pants/77-blazing-across-the-job-trail.html Vaginal Exit Anniversary Day or the day I kicked my Mum:-) http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/76-vaginal-exit-anniversary-day-or-the-day-i-kicked-my-mum.html Sat, 08 Nov 2008 03:27:06 GMT My mum remembers this very well 45 years ago on this day I slipped out my mum’s birth canal and as I exited I thrashed my feet around in a thrashing movement causing fissures which needed suturing. The Doctor belted me on the arse and chopped half me dick off ....But since then things have been improving. :-) :beerchug: My mum remembers this very well

45 years ago on this day I slipped out my mum’s birth canal and as I exited I thrashed my feet around in a thrashing movement causing fissures which needed suturing.

The Doctor belted me on the arse and chopped half me dick off ....But since then things have been improving.

:-) :beerchug:
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]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/76-vaginal-exit-anniversary-day-or-the-day-i-kicked-my-mum.html I quit!!! http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/mr-pants/75-i-quit.html Mon, 03 Nov 2008 17:20:39 GMT Almost a year to the day that I joined, my time at the English Program has come to an end.

When I started work at the EP I was a fresh faced teacher, now a year on I have learned so much. I made my biggest mistake before my very first day of class. In the interview I forgot the first rule of teaching in Thailand: Never sell yourself short!

I started work at the EP with no teaching experience apart from the 8 required hours of teaching practice during my CELTA. Technically I did spend a few hours helping a Burmese friend improve his English, but It was no substitute for actual classroom hours.

Anyhow monday was the first day of term and so I patiently waited until 4pm to see my boss. I was seeking a raise from the foolish 35,000b a month that I accepted up to 40,000b. "Ajarn, I need to ask for a raise", I began. "Why???" she snapped back. Not a great start. I explained that my government had asked that I start paying back my student loan (a bold faced lie, but she didn't know that). I asked to be bumped up to 40,000b and I was promptly told that the committee would discuss it.

I didn't ask for a raise because I'm a greedy person that craves large piles of cash to roll around in. I asked because I wanted to be treated fairly. All the other foreign teachers were on at least 40,000b a month. I was adequately qualified with a degree and a CELTA (and most importantly a British passport). There is no reason why an English Program shouldn't pay me 40k. Especially since I had been there a year.

From a financial perspective it would cost the school 40,000b a month to replace me, plus a fee to an agency, plus money to eventually start the visa and work permit process going. (This is assuming that my replacement would be a native english speaking teacher). Give the well-liked teacher 40k, or 40k plus a bit more for a brand new teacher. Surely not a difficult decision for the men and women controlling the school's purse strings.

Fast forward to 4pm tuesday and my boss assured me that I would get my raise. Great I thought, I get to keep my students and I'll be paid a bit more fairly. I had a couple of job offers waiting for an answer, so I called to thank them but to say that I had accepted another offer.

Then came black wednesday. I was in the office at about midday photocopying frantically because a schedule change had stolen most of my lesson prep time. My boss came over and again confirmed my raise, before adding the words "you're not getting as much as you think".

We talked and she told me all teachers can only have a raise of 5%. Anything higher "mai dai, mai dai". Apparantly a raise from 35k to 40k would put too much strain on school finances. Not bad considering that all students must pay 40,000b a semester to attend the English Program. 5% would take me up to 36,750b. If I wanted 40,000b I would have to stay at least another year. My boss conveniently lost most of her ability to speak English at this point in the conversation. I explained that I would be unable to afford to stay at the school and gave 1 months notice.

In the farang teacher's office we are lucky enough to have an American who can speak thai fluently. Whenever we needed to find out inside information he was our man. On friday he did some snooping on my behalf and heard my boss say that I "am an effective teacher, but that I don't look old enough to be paid the amount I requested. It would be better to pay someone older but not as effective in the classroom more money". :laugh:

After hearing this and having checked that my salary was in my account I began clearing my desk. A few of my fellow farang teachers went down to fight my corner with admin, which I am very grateful for. I told my students I was leaving - one of the hardest things I've had to do in Thailand. Some of them cried, some of the went down to the office to complain and some of them picked up the phone and called their parents. At 3pm before they left school to go home 60 of my students stood around me in a crowd and sang happy birthday. I was to turn 24 the next day. I managed to hold it together while I handed out my email address and hi5 address to my students. I went upstairs to stand in the toilets in the farang office, with tears streaming down my face.

I managed to fill 2 big boxes full of stuff from my desk. At 4pm I went down to the office and told my boss that I wouldn't be back on monday. She had the words "you just screwed me" written across her face. It was too late for her to call an agency to send someone to begin work on monday. What a shame after she waited for me to turn down other job offers to tell me I wouldn't get a raise.

I arranged to meet some of my former colleagues at lunch time to hear who I'd been replaced with. The lucky man is Hispanic with a loose grasp of the english language. He does however look old enough to be paid 40,000b a month :grin:

Looking back with the perspective that 3 days brings, I can safely say I made the right decision to leave. I have put up with so much crap in a year. I was demoted from english grammar to english listening and speaking for no good reason. I was sexually harrassed by a 55 year old. I was hounded by my nemesis in admin for the 1st 7 months of my tenure. I was messed about, given extra duties (which I did once and then conveniently forgot) and generally made to feel unwelcome by the big haired poo-ying brigade. Yet somehow I stayed on and gained a full year's experience. Somehow I gained the respect of my fellow farang teachers. Somehow I helped at least 80% of my students to significantly improve their level of English. And somehow I've managed to write another self indulgent blog with spelling mistakes in there somewhere. Who'd be a teacher in Thailand? :) ]]> Mr Pants http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/mr-pants/75-i-quit.html Finding Filipino? http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/ajarn001/74-finding-filipino.html Tue, 28 Oct 2008 04:56:05 GMT So, I'm wondering how to go about finding a 'GOOD' Filipino teacher, without having to spend money placing an advert or search resumes on Ajarn! I am in need of a teacher that can help improve my girlfriends level (low) of English? How much would I pay per hour, a price that is win/win for both parties? I'm not a rich man & believe that Filipino teachers get a bad rap, better to save some cash and help them. But I am not keen to deal with dishonest, dodgy teachers. What do I need to watch out for, and be weary off in my search for the "chosen one?" ]]> ajarn001 http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/ajarn001/74-finding-filipino.html You loaded your fucking gun with old movie quotes you put through the wash? http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/73-you-loaded-your-fucking-gun-with-old-movie-quotes-you-put-through-the-wash.html Sun, 12 Oct 2008 12:46:46 GMT If your going through some shit in your life chances are somebody else has gone through the same thing before ya. And they've written about it. Some poet or philosopher has been through the same type of crap, and they've written about it. And when you find that poem or piece of writing. You think bloody hell this bastard has just summed it all up. It's kinda comforting. Know what I mean? ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/73-you-loaded-your-fucking-gun-with-old-movie-quotes-you-put-through-the-wash.html Kill your God Kill your TV http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/72-kill-your-god-kill-your-tv.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:46:09 GMT If Religion is not the vehicle for promoting harmony and brotherhood with all man then it is not a Religion and its believers are against God.

Liken the world of Humankind to that of one single body then ask your self "how can the hand reject the foot ect.

We are all but many coloured flowers on the same branch
(I’m not going to say tree as there are many branches that are not from Earth)

Mankind’s first lesson was unity of the family
Then unity of the Clan, village, town, city, state nation (in Baby steps cause were all children)
Now our lesson is the planetisation of Mankind)
As soon as we have unity on this rock and act as one body ( learn to stop dropping coke cans all over the universe and trying to colonise everything ) , then beam me up Scottie stuff ( mater transformation ) will become a reality ...And the next step will be unity on the universe...but hey all of this may seem sounds Sci Fi , and will not be happening in our lifetimes.

Mostly the words of the great Manifestations get distorted and eventually prostituted by man.

Basically it is mans fallibilities that cause this.

Liken the Man Made religion’s to that of Mankind
At first there is the birth and a whole new energy is distributed around the world
Childhood = learning and maturing (mistakes are made)
Adulthood
Old age then Death
Anyone notice that after adulthood the religion loses it spirituality?? And becomes bankrupt (see Fanatical)


Religion has never supposed to be a control method, but more a guide to pathways. And there are many pathways. ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/72-kill-your-god-kill-your-tv.html The Historians warning http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/71-the-historians-warning.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:19:47 GMT *The Historians warning* Only a part of what was observed in their past was remembered by those who observed it; only a part of what was remembered was recorded; only a part of what was recorded has survived; only a part of what has survived has come to the historians attention; only a part of what has come to their attention is credible; only a part of what is credible has been grasped.....HISTORY AS TOLD. Is only the Historians expressed part of the understood part of the credible part of the discovered part of history-as-recorded? The Historians warning

Only a part of what was observed in their past was remembered by those who observed it; only a part of what was remembered was recorded; only a part of what was recorded has survived; only a part of what has survived has come to the historians attention; only a part of what has come to their attention is credible; only a part of what is credible has been grasped.....HISTORY AS TOLD. Is only the Historians expressed part of the understood part of the credible part of the discovered part of history-as-recorded? ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/71-the-historians-warning.html God Dude http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/70-god-dude.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:15:47 GMT GOD DUDE Hey God Dude are you really trying to tell me the world is truly a nice place? I have my suspicions about you. Hey God Dude I don’t know what you are….Is it you who’s closer to me than the blood in my veins? Hey God Dude is it ye who whispers unto me? I thought that was only for Mystics and Prophets… Hey God Dude if what you say is so true Then tell everyone else. I’m only an under employed artist of no fixed ability GOD DUDE

Hey God Dude are you really trying to tell me the world is truly a nice place?
I have my suspicions about you.

Hey God Dude I don’t know what you are….Is it you who’s closer to me than the blood in my veins?

Hey God Dude is it ye who whispers unto me?

I thought that was only for Mystics and Prophets…

Hey God Dude if what you say is so true

Then tell everyone else.
I’m only an under employed artist of no fixed ability ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/70-god-dude.html Home sick in a third world country http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/69-home-sick-in-a-third-world-country.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:14:31 GMT Home sick in a third world country Einstein was right these notes are being written in a schoolyard of ideologically sound conditions. In every house hold from McLeod Ganj to Ayres rock, from the Otways to the Himalayas Oh baby when I fall into your spacey arms can ya not feel the weigh of eternity upon your shoulders? To sing praise to those specks of dust in the pathway of our loved ones. Stagnated existential aspirations steaming into the lost belly of Civilization. Those mystical moments of meeting the handmaiden of heaven on the mountain of love that will die and drift away in the rush of overwhelming emotions. Nine thousand light years from here on the heels of consciousness traveling like the through those strange streets I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday. ( inspired by Bob Dylan) Home sick in a third world country

Einstein was right these notes are being written in a schoolyard of ideologically sound conditions. In every house hold from McLeod Ganj to Ayres rock, from the Otways to the Himalayas Oh baby when I fall into your spacey arms can ya not feel the weigh of eternity upon your shoulders? To sing praise to those specks of dust in the pathway of our loved ones. Stagnated existential aspirations steaming into the lost belly of Civilization. Those mystical moments of meeting the handmaiden of heaven on the mountain of love that will die and drift away in the rush of overwhelming emotions. Nine thousand light years from here on the heels of consciousness traveling like the through those strange streets I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday.

( inspired by Bob Dylan) ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/69-home-sick-in-a-third-world-country.html <![CDATA[It's hard to be a rebel when there are no rules left to break]]> http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/68-it-s-hard-to-be-a-rebel-when-there-are-no-rules-left-to-break.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:09:59 GMT It's hard to be a rebel when there are no rules left to break YES, of course I'm cranky. When I was growing up it was all religion and rules and that sort of stuff. Now, you can do whatever you like and it's all okay. What a great life. Nowadays, apart from church and religion being strict no-nos, there are no more taboos.
What freedom. No more somebody telling us what to do. Now you can make up your own rules so that you can never really do anything wrong and this makes you feel really, really good.
Sure, we have to conform to the ideas of our peers, commercialism, the media etc, but we do get to choose our own personal lifestyle. This way, there's no chance of the church stealing that extra hour we have in bed on Sundays, no pressure to join the choir, help with the services, get involved, put our 20-cent pieces on the plate. What a relief.
Moreover, we all like to feel trendy and certainly this is the trendy way to go these days. And it feels so good to be at one with the great free thinkers of history.

You've got that sense of independent creativity that the great reformers had and you are beholden to no one. It gives you a great sense of pride to know that it is all your own work and not somebody else's. You and you alone created this personal philosophy of life based on your broadminded, almost saintly tolerance and intelligent amalgamation of all the idealisms of the past.

And whereas in my day we were regimented by certain traditions and told how to behave, today the password is Choice. The great freedom to choose whatever you like. Religious discourse or talk about outmoded moral standards is banned but otherwise censorship is a thing of the past.

In my youth, too, sex was strictly forbidden but now it's all liberated recreational sex. You could even say we are locked into it in a way, whether we like it or not, because you'd be ostracised as a bit of a freak if you weren't into one-night stands with strangers like other normal people. And why, after all, shouldn't our lives, books, movies, be saturated with sex. It makes life really really cold - sorry, cool. Yes, it may involve loveless relationships but that's a small price to pay. It's like most relationships today; we do love everybody but being so busy we just have no time for each other. And, sadly, this good life has all passed me by.



Lastly, we weren't allowed to do graffiti, spray-painting boring old walls with statements personally nutted out by the kids themselves. True, they make no sense to passers-by but at least the artists know they have proved something, like, whatever, you know, sort of. ]]> re_fuse http://www.ajarnforum.net/vb/blogs/re_fuse/68-it-s-hard-to-be-a-rebel-when-there-are-no-rules-left-to-break.html