Euphrosene Labon

Freedom of self-expression is a mixed blessing. Like the Monarchy losing its mystique, or discovering how really stupid most MPs are (take a bow, Ed Vaizey), the more we say, me included, the more we expose our faults and prejudices to the world. So why do we do it?

Maybe there is a need to be, if not loved, at least accepted, regardless of our various failings - and, of course, having unpopular or uncommon views could be perceived as failings. I have to keep reminding myself that my particular life delusion does involve thinking differently. Or at least trying to.

Preparing the speech bubbles for WEBT, and cross-referencing some scientific terms, I found myself repeating the metaphysical ideas of someone else. As it happens there is a parallel but it made me feel flat.

Yet when I write from personal experience, even if it is nothing new, it makes me feel alive, even original. But I seem to need to stop and be silent within far more frequently otherwise it doesn´t seem to work. And then I wonder why I bother. It´s not enough just being a high-performance computer in some humongous whole. I need to see and touch as well as feel that my life is worthwhile.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

self-expression, delusion, metaphysical ideas

And still more changes: E*Trade will no longer trade in the UK for whatever it is I was using it for. That was last night. This morning I woke up to a website with no blog data or art gallery. I presume there was an issue with the server. (There was.)

Meanwhile: on the internet, there are various forum threads about aliens. I am beginning to think they are already here, waging a big campaign of stupidity, immorality and greed among the stupid, immoral and greedy.

A vast swathe of public servants, for a start - not only do they make sure they are paid mega moolah, but they also throw it around with reckless abandon to, mostly, the unworthy. Human rights lawyers, many of whom now seem preoccupied with compensation claims; our Navy giving food and water to Somali pirates - and letting them get away. And that is after managing to avoid rescuing the British citizens the pirates kidnapped around October last year. Bankers. Border controllers.

Those who control the money some of us pay into the public purse seem to be having the biggest laugh. Housing non-working families in lavish accommodation, paying vast amounts for every sprog produced to increase their income. It has to STOP.

Helping others doesn´t mean being taken for an endless ride. We should give just enough to cover basic needs otherwise incentive is removed. And that really is a key spiritual precept, in my belief.

Later: this must be a day (okay, okay) of rants. The truly awful Adam Crozier has been made Chief Executive of ITV. Astonishing. Truly staggering.

This ghastly sentient (in my personal opinion) seems (to me) to have coined it in while ruining the Royal Mail on just about every level.

I know ITV is on its knees, but I am not holding my breath for much of a happy end. And yes, I do have a few shares courtesy of Dad. Back to E*Trade again. Having an online account means I have not been as aware of major occurrences. Like the abysmal choice of Crozier.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

E*Trade, aliens, Adam Crozier, ITV, Royal Mail

The RAC got my car started again and to keep the battery fired, I drove to Brighton. Bought two long-sleeved tee-shirts and a blue jumper from M&S at Holmbush, then drove back to Rustington and got some Chinese medicine for my neck.

The doctor inspected my tongue and said there was stagnation. Suggested a consultation re my diet, but I actually do eat healthily most of the time. The second comment made more sense: that, because my career is sedentary, I need to move about a lot more. Might have to factor in a lunchtime walk round the block. Can´t do too much exercise as I get stick thin.

For a while, I have been meaning to share re the melasma that plagued me after the car crash, but no longer does.

A product called Ambi Fade Cream showed some results after a couple of weeks, but took the best part of a year to really reduce the dark patches. As a satisfied user, I planned to say something nice on Amazon. Except it is no longer available on the UK version which is where I got it. Ah well. Statesiders can still buy it though.

Got back and effectively wasted the rest of the day. Means I shall be working this weekend to catch up.

Meanwhile… I stepped back into the fray re to pay or not to pay. Or, more appropriately, what I actually *would* pay for. Certainly not just for socialising online with no additional benefits.

My self-awareness mirror tells me that me and like minds would be hard to find. Thus I have to socialise, or network, or both, for marketing purposes, however cynical that might appear to others.

It seems some feel differently and would pay for a virtual watercooler.

I must admit that, the Almighty and blogging aside, I rarely seek sympathy, and would never discuss career ebbs in anything but oblique language. That Rank Xerox training was very good. You never know who is listening in.

To be frank, those interminable droney posts are … well, interminable and droney. Who wants to pay to be in miserable company? Those posts are almost as bad as the bragging ones. But… in all the early years of belonging (and paying) there have been some useful posts (hence paying).

Whither next?

Another forum I belong to (non paying!) has an interesting discussion here.

Isaac Asimov´s short story would depress me greatly if I had not my own mystical experiences to fall back on, although I can understand the seemingly mechanistic element to creation. He was an avowed atheist, it appears, so nothing divine can be read into his end words.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

RAC, car, melasma, Rank Xerox, mystical experiences, atheist