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Thoughts of life

Namaste.

Hello

A poem to set the scene or not depending on how you read and see my work and thoughts on life .

May these observations and pieces of prose touch and resonate with you .

Nikita Rosemary

I was to fly home to Scotland from Kathmandu on the spring morning of the twenty third of March just shy of two years ago now but instead fate, destiny, what was meant to be decreed that I would find myself on that morning instead of grabbing a taxi to the airport to arrive at least two hours before my flight, so as all the security checks and bizarre rituals of taking off ones shoes after  either drinking all or throwing away your bottle of water so one can buy the very same bottle from the newsagent in the area called International departures, where you know everyone has had the quality of their socks checked and been disarmed of pen knifes. I used to like eating a meal while I waited and  enjoyed the waiter serving and arming me with a knife and fork. I once caught a plane with my daughter and we both had credit card multi tools that are among many things really sharp good knifes. Once safely on board she turned, grinned and triumphantly waved her plane disabler at me from her seat a few rows ahead. I burst out laughing realising I still had mine stashed in my purse too. Its has always struck me as ludicrous that we are checked off the plane as well on. They know who got on the flight and I have never seen anyone leave a plane on route! International flight used to be a treat not a trial.  But the ever encroaching police state which has grown like a malignant cancer across the globe, has changed it to a series of queues, security checks and herding from one zone to another all to keep you safe it is proclaimed. Also I have never asked for anyone else to pack my bag for a trip anywhere, have you ? Nowadays I have never felt anything other than highly policed and not especially safe in airports since 9/11 ushered in the massive increases in  security. O what a day that was. What with skyscrapers turning into dust, one in pure solidarity with its neighbours. It was on fire apparently, not like the Grenfell inferno when the building remained steadfastly upright. A huge black headstone of a monument to the innocent killed by design. It s so easy to ver off and start talking about all the inconceivable and horrendous events that have taken lives since my birth in 1963. For me personally once I challenge the story/narrative of the MSM and thought, considered the facts relayed to us the general public, so much of what I had taken as gospel and never questioned became obvious totally fabricated lies told to cover, hide and create the truth. My awakening was in Omdurman on March the sixteenth 1984. Once you are awake you never sleep in ignorance again. Back to my introduction

On this day I was not going to have to worry about darned socks or liquid over 200ml on my person, plus making sure I had no weapons of terror in my side bag. No, lockdown across the Earth had been decreed for a virus that was looking more and more decidedly like the flue. Bus drivers were obviously immune to it so that was reassuring and good. I had watched a news clip from the UK of two buses arriving at a hospital full of Covid infected passengers, escorted and chaperoned by medical personal in full PP wear but not the guys behind the steering wheels. They were in V-necked  jumpers over white shirts - maskless I noted gasping in awe - That was the first of many glaring mistakes in the highly infectious and deadly we are all going to die narrative made by the MSM.

Two weeks earlier I had gone for a trek into the mountains with the view that it might be a biological weapon escaped from a lab or a deliberate attack on China that had spread, we will know soon enough I surmised and off I had gone. By the twenty third of March it was perfectly obvious that things were not as they were being portrayed, but the general mood of the people was fear and belief in their governance generated by the incessant 24/7 Covid coverage on all channels in lockstep across the globe. Did anything else happen at that time ? Apparently nothing of importance anyway. This highly infectious killer disease was here in Kathmandu and the media told us it will infect and kill tens of thousand very soon. So Bunda - Lockdown - was decreed  and approximately a million were leaving the city that day for their villages. No work equals no pay and no food to the labourers and workers of Nepal who build suppling their bodies all that makes life and rich persons dreams possible. Here in Nepal Lockdown has killed by many ways, starvation being just one. My destination on that fateful life changing day for all the people of this planet, would be the ancient Newari town of Panauti built poetically on a huge subterranean rock, just as Edinburgh grew from the presence of the volcanic crag and tail rock feature back where I was born.  One stone hidden and giving itself to be the foundation keeping safe a place of huge religious significance, the Indreshwor Temple dedicated to Shivas and recognised as the place of his trident, the other bold and obvious and the site of the ancient castle of the capital of Scotland. A fitting symmetry to my mind. The journey to Panauti - on that day! - of thirty kilometres took slightly less time than the flight to Edinburgh would have. It was a day of simply beautiful connections and moments of countless human interactions of grace that occurred as I crossed Kathmandu and up out of the valley to the East with tens of thousands of others.

A view written a couple of days ago

Timing

Timing is natural not pushed or contrived

No matter when you arrive it is as it always should be

The hows to why and where are seemingly unclear

Yet once you know it is now then life begins to flow

This one that came to me on April fifteenth 2020 a few weeks into my life here in Panauti

Of all Words I’ve read and felt today  only Kindness is the one I wish to say.

Those typed sounds of meanings delivered by minds so very far away

That demand actions which almost make me give up but drive me to say.

Your governance is CONJURING up nightmares dressed as freedom to the blind, a future where even your soils are noted, weighted and judgement given on your ability to survive.

So much Arrogance of thought such nativity and mad conclusions sought, where will this future see us end? Not in happiness that seemingly is not the trend.

The meanings and wants are not spoken clear but they are definitely there, clothed in decrees stating “ this is all to help the worlds people and keep them safe”

Are we not to wonder that the screaming offers of these platitudes are the same mouths that lie to us in each and ever way and ever single day, on ever situation and threat that comes our way ?

Yes the same voices that demand war and death be smote on foreign lands and sanctions imposed to stifle the life of any humankind, who dare to live and happen by chance to get in the way.

Perhaps this time of deceit with continue and wear the aura of death it seeks, your freedoms and so much life will cease, even bird song with be seen to desist.

The gated existence ushered in will be where our time is called up by decree ‘ Your time is GONE. You are no longer needed or are fit to exist inhumanity ‘

Or will a new collective thought bring in a dawn that’s borne on collect love and rises up in song ‘ Awaken and realise the lies, seek truth and live life with love and open eyes’

It only needs one voice of truth to be heard for the listeners to allow themselves to know and hear the deceit that infect their daily lives and causes the suffering around them to so grow.

That One voice that truly shouts the truth is hidden and alive in each and everyone of us. We know it, yet are taught by fear to deny this fact and live excepting liars extolling views that ‘War and killing must be done, train to do so, we’ll make it fun ’

The farmer knows his land is sick the rivers are not fit to drink, the tides leave effluent on the sands, tree plantations are deaf to life’s sound, doesn’t it all make you stop and think !

The voice we seek and wish to be heard is our yourselves, the voice of reason that knows that life was surely not given to live by anger, lust, hate and blind desire.

No, for as of NOW it’s not too late, the future where voices of dishonesty announce death by decree, where regime change is excepted and redefined as ‘ Killing millions to set them free ‘ is still a future we do not have to see.

The future is NOW and nothing is set in stone, what will come tomorrow is in all of our hands, grasp it and make it a time of LIFE, where all beings can flourish and live and breath with the simple mantra of ‘ Live with LOVE, giving  and kindness and so do unto others as you would have done to thee ‘