What you’re about to read should not be dismissed as New Age banter, nor should it be written off as a battle cry to the die-hard spiritualists. What you’re about to read is an honest and factual testament to the real world around us. By real I mean the all-encompassing world that contains not just what we want to see and believe but every strange, inexplicable and tantalizing part of it, in all the nooks and crannies of the deepest caverns that the human mind and body is able to explore. The intention of this article is to awaken the reader (you) to these parts of the world and allow you to reflect on them. You may be familiar with some of them. If not, it is important to keep an open mind (lest you wish to be kept in the dark). In the skeptic’s defence, the dark can be a peaceful and orderly place. I will not seek to discredit any theories or challenge anyone’s conventional beliefs. But I will insist that what I am writing is true and not the work of a delusional and/or unstable mind.

Think back to when you were a child, say no older than three or four years old. If you can’t think that far back, think back to a time when your mind was not conditioned to any particular belief. A time when you simply absorbed what you saw without your judgement of it being tainted by anyone else’s definition. The mind is a perceptive tool when allowed to operate independently of indoctrination and interference because it does not seek to make excuses or reasons for what is observes but rather accepts these things for what they are, plain and simple. Moreover, you cannot fear in this mind state unless danger is resoundingly apparent. In summary, the innocence of psychological purity can only bring us closer to truth. It is only when we get entangled in multiple definitions of a thing or person that we lose its true meaning, which once again is nothing more than its actual being.

Consider for a moment that the world is without culture, language, religion and nationality. All that we are is a collective tribe, cultivating land, consuming and interacting with one another. At face value, that is what our species is. A tribe, simply trying to coexist. When our tainted and indoctrinated minds come into play we begin putting up walls and boundaries, separating one another based on our respective cultures, languages, religions and nationalities. We begin to see one another as foreign, sometimes even hostile. But why? At the core intrinsic level we are all made of the same stuff. We all feel anger, hurt, happiness, confusion, fear, excitement, love. And what is most important is that we all desire prosperity. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t have culture or religion, but it is clear that these things help intensify the divisions between us. As we age, our minds become conditioned to what has been taught to us by peers, by the media and by the examples of the society around us. This, coupled with our upbringing, decides whether we become conservative, liberal or apathetic. It does not take a rocket scientist to understand that the powers that be are quite deliberately examining us as experimental rats in a global lab. Every day a new seed, idea, is planted in our subconscious without us even knowing it. What it manifests into is up to us, but you’d be naive to think that soceity is not instrumental in influencing the end result. And that is why we see so much of the same and not enough unique world-changing ideas. Not because we’re incapable of hatching unique world-changing ideas (which we’re most certainly capable of), but because our thoughts are steered away from them, carefully and deliberately.

This is why we must lift the curtain on the world we think we know and peer beyond. There is much more than meets the eye, and the majority of us know it. The things we don’t know (or know little about) are often referred to as “the taboo”. This generally includes such things as ghosts, the existence of extraterrestrial life, the influence of celestial objects (star constellations, the Moon, etc) on human behaviour and witchcraft. For many people, the above subjects are not approached lightly. Frankly, they scare a lot of people. Thus there is always going to be considerable discomfort when some (or all) of these subjects are raised.

I remember when I was no older than seven years of age, at home while my mother and father visited my grandmother. My brother was out riding his motorbike and the family cat “Spike” was outside on the grass. The doors to the house were locked, even though my parents weren’t staying long at my grandmother’s place. I had made a sandwich in the kitchen but left it temporarily unattended while I walked into the loungeroom to catch a few moments of the show I was watching. When I returned, the sandwich was gone from the plate. Only a few crumbs remained. To this day, I cannot explain how the sandwich disappeared. No door or window was open for the cat to have taken it. Nobody else was in the house other than myself. While it rattled me, it amused me at the same time. However, subsequent experiences have been less amusing, and have caused me a great deal of distress over many years. As much as I accept them for what they are, I would prefer not to deal with them at all. 

As I stated from the beginning, this is not meant as New Age banter. It is an honest and factual testament. These things happen. There are numerous verifiable accounts on record not just by ordinary people but reputable experts in the field of science who can substantiate paranormal happenings. The most famous examples are the incidents in Amityville during 1975 and the heavily publicized Annelie Michel exorcism case, strangely in the same year but on the other side of the world, in Germany. Since then there have been dozens of other cases, albeit less publicized. 

Of course there will always be the doubters. For as long as we’re alive there will be people who will attempt to debunk or discredit claims of haunting and/or demonic possession, passing them off as hallucinations from schizophrenia or epilepsy, failing to take into account the witness accounts, video footage and highly unusual behaviour of the house pets during these occurrences. It must be accepted that there are forces in this world beyond our understanding. Until we do, we will continue to percieve a world we don’t truly comprehend with minds we don’t truly appreciate. Believe me, I wish all of the above could be effectively debunked and explained away by simple cause-and-effect methods. I wish that it was just the wind, or the house creaking, or the cat. I wish that it was all in my head. I would even go so far as to wish that it was schizophrenia or epilepsy. But it is not. 

The spirit realm is a part of our world and should be accepted as an integral part of nature’s process. In saying that, it is not something to be afraid of, but rather embraced intellectually. As I said earlier, I would prefer not to deal with these experiences, but I accept them and seek to learn more about them. It would be foolish not to. For instance, what would a man gain by not exploring the confines of his own environment? 

When it is said that the world is an amazing place, it is meant in more ways than one. This world has many unexplored realms. We haven’t even explored our own oceans in their entirety. There are still uninhabited islands that we are finding, and we’ve been on this planet for hundreds of thousands of years. We still continue to find other species of fish, plant and insect that we never knew existed. In 1998 a fish species thought to have been extinct for millions of years was found off the coast of Indonesia, meaning in local waters. The Mariana Trench, the deepest location on earth (situated in the Pacific) remains as mysterious and unchartered to us as deep space itself.  In the fields of science we are only just now beginning to search in ernest for other dimensions with the help of particle physics (see the Large Hadron Collider at CERN). It goes without saying that we are only now just starting to scrape the surface of this weird, wonderful world (and universe) in which we’re living.

To dismiss the arcane, the taboo, that exists amongst us is, quite honestly, naive. It fails to take into account the nature of nature itself, which is to work in its own way, independent of human understanding. Before our time as a species on this planet is through, there will be much that we will not have learned, but the least we can do whilst we’re here is open our minds a bit more to the things we see and hear about less. Being afraid of the unknown only serves to keep us in the dark. It is when we confront the unknown that the lights, and our spiritual evolution, switch on, freeing us and welcoming us into the world duly.

-BJH


 

Well it’s that time of year again when the tree, the tinsel, the ornaments and the wrapping paper come out of storage to turn the house into a glowing beacon of the festive season. Here in the sunburnt country of Australia we prepare our seafood, chicken, wine, beer and fire up our barbecues. In the northern hemisphere families rug up, pour hot cocoa and begin preparing the delicious roast turkey and ham as fireplace crackles peacefully. Wherever we are on Christmas day, we’re usually (if not always) with our loved ones. Our family. It is the one day of the year when we gravitate to what matters most in life. Of course different cultures celebrate differently, but for those who do celebrate Christmas, it is a time of unconditional sharing and union. Looking at the ever-increasing consumerism that surrounds this special day might give us the impression that Christmas has become a very superficial and materialistic day, but kids will always be kids. They will always be more attuned to taking than giving, and the same will probably ring true for teenagers as well, but regardless of how the West’s younger generations percieve Christmas, it will nonetheless remain the one day that brings us all together as a family. Even while the kids are tearing apart the Christmas wrapping to get to their presents, totally oblivious to the real meaning of Christmas, they are doing so in the surroundings of those they love. Mum and Dad watch over the little ones with much warmth and appreciation, knowing that one day their children will be the ones sitting in that chair, smiling down on their pride and joy doing the same. And so on.

The older we get, we realize that the most important thing to remember on this day is that Christmas is a time of togetherness and love. And while we may seem like spoilt little brats as children, most of us grow out of it and begin to understand the nature of this sacred time. After all, it only happens once a year so it must be special, right? If we had it regularly then the novelty would wear off and it’d be just another day. Thankfully, Christmas is not just another day. It is a renewal of what binds us at the core, and that is the one thing that will never change.

-BJH


I’m a 27 year old male that, despite society’s objections, doesn’t care much for the materialistic side of our culture. I mean, I’d love to own a house of my own and one day I will, but over the years I’ve come to realize that more than anything life is about doing what makes you happy. The problem sometimes is that those around you may look down upon your choices. Thankfully, there is no set ‘rule book’ that dictates what an “acceptable” and “non-acceptable” life choice is, so we are free to do what we want, when we want and however we want (of course this is all within the confines of the law and not harming others, but the truism sticks). I personally want to be, among my other life goals, a respected writer (and earn my money this way). The other projects that I enjoy (music, art and volunteering to name a few), my heart is also in. Between spending my time with friends and family these are some of the things that make me who I am. As for writing, I like to explore the “Bigger Picture” rather than small and localized issues. I love to dabble in the human condition, metaphysics, spirituality, how to make life more enjoyable, how to make the world a better place in which to live (and die). My ultimate goal is to publish en masse, help diversify the perspectives of other people and encourage new thinking.  

At this stage of my life I guess you could say that I’m trying to get myself together in a creative way. It’s been a rocky last few years and many of my projects have been sidelined, but never cancelled. In this unique time of my life I’m poised on the brink of traveling new lands and exploring not just the world but also myself on a much deeper level than ever before, and the reason I’m doing this is to help myself appreciate what I don’t know, help myself enjoy the experiences that may not ever come around again, and finally help myself understand the things that I am fearful of so that I may conquer those fears and live a fuller life. In having said all that, this is why the Three Big M’s (mortgage, marriage & matrimony) don’t factor in my thinking, at the moment.

Now given that they are societies two most pushed products where does that leave me? Am I a consumer of a lesser product if I choose my own spiritual and existential journey over the Stay Put & Pay Debt one? Sometimes it seems to me that we’re living on Earth Pty Ltd and the board of directors are doing whatever they can to dissuade us from the competition. But it’s a monopoly, isn’t it? For those of us who choose a simple path in life, the rest of society often seems hostile to our choices. Of course this is due to years of conditioning through media, but it’s no excuse. I am sick of being ridiculed for not driving a car, not buying a house, not being in a relationship, not having kids, not wearing designer labels, not being neo-liberal, not accepting everything I hear and read as fact, not owning a television, the list goes on longer than I have time to divulge in full. The point is, I’m happy as I am.

Rewinding to the start, I am at a stage in my life where I am fast approaching my 30’s. The older one gets, the more society expects of him. As I’ve made clear (and have evidenced through my own life choices), I’m not particularly concerned with what society thinks, or expects, of me, but I am concerned that life is short and there is much I want to do. 

My question is, with all that I endeavour to see and do, to learn, experience and teach, what will be the meaningful product of this labor? And will it matter?


 

 

Two of the most classic metal bands of the 20th century, Megadeth and Slayer, performed last night at Sydney’s Horden Pavilion, and I can say proudly that I was there to experience it. It’s needless to say that the venue was packed out with thousands of fans, many of them fanatical long-time supporters. I myself am not what you’d call a ”metalhead” but I’d recommend a metal concert to anyone.

The initial long line-up is alleviated by the atmosphere itself as the swarms of black clad fans buzzing with manic anticipation talk (and shout) excitedly about the impending festival of explosive energy, knowing exactly what to expect. Once the crowd moves into the venue itself the gravity kicks in. The power of all that energy in close proximity together in the one room stirs the emotions of the people in it and oozes into the static air. There is an undeniable tension that wraps like vines around your nerves and pulls you down under into a zone where you are merely part of a larger organism in motion, swaying and wading through the human sea that coils around the stage harbouring the source of the energy – the band.

At once, the double bass kick-drums explode out of speakers that are about twice the size I am (I’m 6′4″) and lightning fast tremelo picking tears through the air like a billion daggers. Frontman Tom Araya’s vocals are then unleashed into what is now a firey riot of collective celebration of the raw moment. Untamed. Uninhibited. I suddenly don’t care that my head is pounding and my eardrums are at breaking-point, or that I’m in danger of sustaining one hell of a cruel injury in the mosh. I don’t care. No one here cares about any of that. They’re just in the moment, letting loose and absorbing the experience in all its electrifying grandeur. Every inch of my body tingles incessantly. My heart mimics the kick-drum. The entire room and everything in it is vibrating from the sound that travels through the walls, down through the floor, up into the feet of the crowd and into their bodies like a drip of battery acid into their veins, exploding out of their mouths in the form of frenzied cries for more, more, more!  A constant state of eruption that could even be likened to sexual gratification cements itself in the room as I move through crowd and closer to the centre-front, as close as I can get without being spat on inadvertently by the lead singer, and it’s at this sacred position that I get to see the source of the madness. Behind Slayer the entire back of the stage erupts in flames. This pre-planned display of sudden and terrifying pyrotechnics only adds to the apocalyptic atmosphere that is engulfing the room. Suddenly I realize I am there. Middle-centre. Both performances, Megadeth and Slayer, I was able to experience everything I’d hoped for after reaching this magical territory. Unscathed even! No cuts. No bruises. No blood. A bit sad in way.

The only scar I have to remember the experience by is when I nearly left the house without my ticket!  

 

-BJH


        

 

Now I’m no expert on foreign affairs but I do know enough about the dynamics of what would happen if Israel (or anyone for that matter) attacks Iran.

Firstly, it pays to understand what you’re up against when you’re going to war.

Iran is a huge country with over 74 million inhabitants. It is home to one of the worlds oldest continuous major civilizations, dating back to 7000BC. It is probably the proudest and most independent nation in the region, also being that it is considered Persian and not Arab (as is the case with the majority of other nations in the Middle East apart from Israel). Iran is also one of the most peaceful countries in the world, having not waged war in more than 300 years.

However, anyone seeking to attack it should understand that it possesses one of the most formidable armed forces in the Middle East region.

They over 540,000 active battle-ready troops, along with more than 30 million potential troops in manpower availability (fit-to-serve males between 15-49 years of age).

Their army has over 1,600 tanks that can roar up their engines and roll into battle at a moments notice. It’s also worth noting that Iran’s forces aren’t exactly the old Iraqi Soviet-style rustbuckets that were blown to smithereens in the first and second Gulf Wars. They may have been a third-rate army in the 1980’s during their war with Iraq but today Iran has a modern army by any standards.

Iran’s air force is also worth noting. Amongst its 450 combat aircraft are F14A-Tomcat’s, SU-24’s, SU-25’s, Dassault Mirage’s and F-4D/E Phantom’s. Anyone familiar with Iran’s eight-year long war with Iraq will know that they don’t fair too badly in dogfights. They may have the short end of the straw when going toe-to-toe with the Israelis in the air but they have some of the most sophisticated surface-to-air weaponry in the world, which would greatly complicate Israeli sorties in Iranian airspace. In many respects that may very well compensate.

Iran’s missile forces aren’t to be laughed at either. Their Shahab-3 long-range missile can hit any target in Israel, including their Dimona nuclear plant located in the Negev desert. If given the word, Iran could launch thousands of medium to long-range missiles at thousands of targets simultaneously, nearly anywhere in the Middle East region.

As for Iran’s navy, it’s the smallest of their three military branches, but it does have one catastrophically powerful card in its hand – the ability to shut down the Strait of Hormuz.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with this Strait, it is the gateway through which 25% of the entire world’s oil has to travel through. Iran has categorically stated that it will close this gateway if it is attacked. The economic fallout from that would be instant and global. The price of oil would skyrocket to over $290 per barrel, sending most markets into total panic mode.

I’m sure that most people would not feel too happy about paying three times as much per litre at the pump.

Moreover, the measures that Israel and the West would take to forcibly repoen the Strait of Hormuz would be complicated by the fact that it rests between a heavily fortified area of water, where Iran’s Chinese-made Silkworm missiles are trained. You wouldn’t go wandering into an area like this without a Carrier battle group.

And that’s where things can get very messy.

Israel doesn’t have Carrier battle groups. The US and Britain do – and if either (or both) of these world powers become involved, the conflict becomes a widespread regional war. US and British military bases in the region become targets. These bases are in Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Turkey, Iraq, Jordan and Afghanistan.

To make matters even uglier, Syria’s wartime military pact with Iran would be activated. Syria is a major military power in the region with 400,000 active military personel, including 4,700 tanks. Syria also has a wild card, being Russia’s nuclear fleet based at the port of Tartus (in Syrian waters). Any provocation of this base by Western or Israeli forces may tempt the Russians to dispatch a few of those ships. In layman’s terms, that could mean the difference between a limited regional battle and World War Three.

Hezbollah would certainly also be involved. Hezbollah’s 1,000 well-trained fighters (including their 10,000 volunteers) would also be swung into action. Hezbollah’s Zelzal-1 missiles can reach the Israeli capital Tel-Aviv. In total, they have over 40,000 rockets capable of hitting Israel.

Any Israeli moves to preemptively deal with Hezbollah and Hamas would entangle their operations in northern Lebanon, buying time for the Iranians and Syrians to mobilize and acquire the upper-hand strategically before the battle begins.

Finally, anyone familiar with Iran’s role in Iraq won’t be surprised to know that the Iranian cleric Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani oversees Iraq’s Shia population which numbers at about 60% of the entire Iraqi population. The Shia army and militias would rise up in the event of an attack on their Iranian allies (at the behest of al-Sistani) and create such upheaval across the country that the term “civil war” would be be a gross understatement. Even if Sistani appeals for calm and does not call for an uprising, the odds of the militias listening to that would be slim at best.

This isn’t pessimism, it’s realism. The facts on the ground are clear and unequivocal.

The US and Britain are well aware of the impact that a war with Iran would have on their operations in Iraq and have repeatedly sited it as a part of their strategic objection to war with Tehran.

But the clincher? Well that’s the most disturbing part of all. The reasoning that Israel has given for such an attack against Iran is Iran’s suspected nuclear weapons program. A program that in all likelihood doesn’t even exist (just as Iraq’s didn’t in 2003). Iran does have, however, several nuclear reactors that are operational and “hot” (hot meaning radioactive). Should anyone attack these reactors, they would cause an environmental calamity. 

So, let’s recap.

At the least, Israel would be dealing with a three to four-front war, which it would have little chance of winning alone. With the US and Britain also involved (should that be the case), the conflict would spiral beyond what military planners would be able to control and contain. The geopolitical and diplomatic fallout from an attack on Iran would dwarf that created by the Iraq war. In short, the world would witness a crucial economic and political turning point.

In the end, the human and economic cost from such a war would be incalculable and staggering. 

A clear winner in such a war would be doubtful, even if just for the complexity that such a battle would demand. Multiple armies, multiple economic impacts, multiple theatres of battle, multiple consequences…multiple outcomes.

Attacking Iran is not only ill-thought, it would be a catastrophe.

 

-BJH


 

 

     Reading about the frequent and seemingly unfettered on-air anarchy of 2DayFM I’m compelled to ask a simple question:

     Whatever happened to regulation?

     Surely after displaying such blatant insensitivity to a 14 year old rape victim (ON NATIONAL RADIO) and recommending a concentration camp for Magna Szubanski you’d think that the powers-that-be would step in and say “Okay mate, time to go.”

     Unfortunately, they gave him a small slap on the wrist (temporary counselling) and a four week suspension. It is a travesty that Kyle Sandilands hasn’t had his broadcasting license permanently revoked.

     Now I understand that our good old “shock jock” has had his own share of hardtimes, particularly growing up. As a kid he didn’t exactly have a sheltered life. He has deep-seated emotional issues that probably haven’t been much consideration, but this article isn’t about Kyle’s childhood so I’m not going to go into it.

     The point I’m making is that no one can use such things as an excuse to be disrespectful and arrogant, especially when it involves an innocent caller (who is participating in good faith) being publicly humiliated before millions of listeners.

     If that 14 year old girl had resorted to self-harm as a result of such a traumatic experience, what then? Would the regulator still keep Kyle on-air?

     If the Australian Jewish community had decided to sue 2DayFM en-masse as a result of the concentration camp gaffe, what then? Would the regulator turn a blind eye to that?

     The broadcasting authorities have to draw a line in the sand before they let their renegade jock cause an irrepairable leak on their ship, which should by all reason already be sinking. After all, every apology Sandilands has ever made after causing public outrage he has made void by repeating the exact same mistake again. And again.

     The regulators have to take a look in the mirror and realize that this behaviour is a reflection of them.     

     What they keep, they condone.


 

 

     I don’t know about you, but when I try to imagine a world without music……

     I can’t.

     Frank Zappa once said: “Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.”

     And I have to agree.

     Music is something so deeply ingrained in who I am and what I do that I could not possibly envisage a normal life without it. 

     It nourishes a deeply mystical cavern of my conscious, illuminating it with a wonderful beacon of light so that however I’m feeling, whether it be dark, introspective, happy or playful, I am nonetheless nourished when in its presence.

     And I think this goes for just about everybody to an extent. Since the beginning of recorded time, every culture in the world has had music and has rejoiced in it. It has mysterious properties that we are yet to fully understand and appreciate. Music helped Thomas Jefferson write the Declaration for Independence. When he became stuck on the wording of a particular part, he’d pick up his violin and begin playing it to clear his mind. Music helped him get the words from his brain out onto paper.

     Einstein even attributes music to his genius. In his own words, he said that music alone helped him figure out most of his problems and equations! 

     Music is medicine for the restless soul. We sing to it. We dance to it. We make love to it. Whenever we observe something beautiful, it can always be interpreted through an existing lyric or melody. In fact, just about everything on this green earth has a song written about it, probably including you.

     When we draw inspiration from something, we sometimes sing about it, and this is our way of showing our appreciation for it. Of course it’s not just the good times we sing about, but also the bad, the strange and the indescribable. We can appreciate the soulful magic of Nina Simone, the hypnotic introspection of Leonard Cohen, the explosive genius and angst of Marshall Mathers or the beautiful tear-pouring innocence and honesty of Daniel Johnston. All of us have a story to tell, and some tell it in song.

     For the latter, a world without music could not accomodate them.

     Music has a special place in the world that could not possibly be replaced with anything else. For the artists and musicians among us, its absence would starve us of the key ingredient to our inner peace and sanity. For everyone else, it serves as an irreplacable social lubricant and one of the most powerful instruments (excuse the pun) of love. Some of you may know what I mean, but many of you will not. All of you will realize it at some stage.

     Many of us will put music on when completing menial tasks such as ironing, vacuuming, studying, cooking, etc. They seem to be easier when accompanied with music. It is the soundtrack to our lives, forever playing in our heads, on the radio, on the television, people on street corners, in concert halls, stages, in kitchens…everywhere.

     In closing, the power of music is such that if it were to be removed altogether, we would be (as Frank Zappa envisioned) a dull and clinical society of robots. We would not dance. We would not sing. And the flowers may as well be made of plastic. 

     Observe the following quote from Boethius:

     “Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it even if we so desired

     Thank God for that.

    

     -BJH


 

 

     If the similarities evidenced in the two pictures above don’t startle you, then you’re not looking closely enough.

     The bright blobs you can see at the left in the picture of the brain cell are neuron cells. The ones shown in the picture on the right are clusters of galaxies. By any measure, the similarities between the two are staggering. Each appear to be nested within a vast “web”, one of brain matter and the other of “dark” matter. In the first, electrons are orbiting a nucleus. In the second, planets are orbiting a Sun.

     The icing on the cake perhaps is the discovery by physicists in 2005 that the structure of a brain cell is the same as that of the universe.

     So let us consider this following proposition.

     We are living within one enormous cosmic brain cell. One could say, within the mind of God. God could simply be the universe at large. It may even be a ”He” or a “She”. But for the sake of this theory, I want you to think of God as nothing more than a Process.

     Deep within this cell, amongst what we call “star systems” and “galaxies” is our little earth. Just a tiny speck orbiting around this grand cell. As we move around hurridly on our tiny planet, anyone holding a giant microscope up to it would observe us like a scientist observes an atom, or molecule – nesting billions of busy electrons.

     As we go about our daily lives we forget what we are – pure energy encased in flesh and bone. Our mind the map and our heart the engine, and each of us sharing a collective subconscious. We dream, create and inspire, bouncing off each other’s energy. Assuming that we are in fact living inside God’s brain cell, whatever it is that collectively concentrate on, we are drawing ourselves to it, because we are his conscience, collectively influencing God’s will. We’re the influence God is under, thus creating our own reality – and as our minds expand, so does Gods, and therefore so does our universe. Do you follow?

     That is the big picture. So let us look at our individual picture.

     We are welcomed into this process from the very moment of conception. The act of love by man and woman. The passion. The orgasm. The impregnation, nature’s most wonderful process. And the beginning of your new life. You’re floating, at total peace. Everything is calm and tranquil. You’re bathing in a divine warmth. There is a light that you find yourself moving towards. As you reach this light, you move out of the warmth, out of the peaceful floating, and before you know it, you’re in a new world altogether.

     You gradually reach the growth process, the observation and learning process. Human interaction. Interaction with the wild earth and its creatures. The discovery of our amazing creativity and warmth. Our experience of life and love and pain. Teaching others of our lessons learned. Our discovery of self and purpose. Our passing of the spiritual torch as we find our own love and procreate. Our beautiful seed grows, blooming into a miniature version of ourselves, soon becoming their own master with time. We glide into old age as time seems to speed up.

     When we’re reflecting on it all in the short time before we pass, we hope that our legacy honours this truly amazing experience we’ve shared with our fellow sparks of unique energy in human form. Our friends. Our family. Our species. All Things we observe and appreciate. When we try to think of a solitary unified “meaning” to our lives, a part of us chuckles. There never was any meaning. Life was simply a process (albeit a fascinating and eventful one!)

      Now we accept our the arrival of our departure from the physical world. Our breathing slows. The heart stops beating, and gives the go-ahead for the real you, that flicker, that spark, that energy to transfer from our shells, our bodies into the quiet realm of tranquility and peace.

     Once again, you feel like you’re floating, and once again, you are. Everything is warm. And there, you wait. You wait and re-energize. Then when you are ready for the next human experience, so is your conduit. At once, it happens… a cry of ecstacy from so far away it may as well be another world. And technically speaking, it is. The mission of two lovers complete. Your conduit prepared, as you appear in the womb of your conduit, a new life with a new heartbeat. Slowly, you grow. Surely enough, you soon see that light again. This is the strange and familiar invitation into the new world.

     The tunnel is the womb. The light is its opening.

     You’re being born.

     And just as new life is blooming in the outer reaches of space in the form of star systems and planets, a baby’s life begins to bloom within the world. Worlds within worlds. It goes down to the most minute and microscopic of levels. You only have to look at an atom through a high-power lens to see proof of this. There is life, movement and energy inside everything at every conceivable level. One thing dies, and passes into something else. It is simply one continuous transfer of energy.

     Take Dr Duncan MacDougall’s controversial experiment back in 1907. MacDougall weighed six patients while they were in the process of dying. He took his results to support his hypothesis that the soul had mass, and when the soul departed the body, so did this mass. In each and every case, it weighed an exact 21 grams

     We’re eternal and unique spirits of pure energy on a universal carousel. Our brilliance recycled as infinately as it is deliberately, working in a beautiful sequence with nature itself. All is as it should be, however chaotic, colourful and crazy.

     After all, that’s the nature of our minds, and as we are slowly finding out, of the entire universe.

     And that is by no means coincidence.

     -BJH


 

     Think back to when you first met someone you fell for.

     I remember my experience vividly.

     On the first few occasions we met, I was a right mess. My heart was racing. My mouth was dry. I was nervous, excited and bewildered all at once, a feeling as profound as it was indescribable. When I was in her company a certain orb would form around us, and everything outside that orb paled into a strange insignificance. I’d wake up smiling. Feel like dancing. I’d get love-drunk from her scent on my clothes. I’d go to sleep singing. Happiness was swimming through my veins.

     When the initial butterflies settled and the dating started in earnest, other more curious things started happening. I lost my appetite, for food and my normal social life. I didn’t care much for sleep, preferring instead to lay on my back under the covers at night just thinking about her. I spent most of my waking hours day dreaming about her. I had become a zombie, bitten by Cupid.

     This is the stage at which my much neglected friends shook their heads and laughed, preferring to bite their tongue and not use the famous metaphor involving a cat and a whip when in my presence, because the next stage of my relatioship with this girl was perhaps the most hard to drag me away from - Tarzan Grip attachment.

     This is something that we’re all familiar with. The overwhelming desire to spend as much of our time as possible with our significant other. I was wholeheartedly devoted to her, and found that I developed strong protective instincts such as possessiveness and jealousy, which were more curses upon me than anything, but served to demonstrate just how crazy I really was about her.

     Well…there’s actually quite a sane explanation for all this madness that straps us into the emotional rollercoaster ride we call being “in love”, and what’s more – it’s scientific.

     Perhaps the first thing worth looking at is the very hormones that act as neurotransmitters in our brain and cause all of these feelings, which in turn lead to all these kinds of behaviour. This is extremely important, because it shows us what is chemically happening inside us during these first meetings, dates, first kisses, etc.

     The three stages usually involved are lust, attraction and attachment, and each have corresponding hormones working away rigorously during each stage. 

     The first stage (lust) is induced primarily by testosterone in men and oestrogen in women. This is when we’re “scoping” our prospective partner. We like what we see, and our neurotransmitters seek to emotionally make a good link to that person, and if the connection is made then usually some flirting is in good order and the sparks start flying. But the rest certainly isn’t history yet.

     The second phenomenon (attraction) is kicked off by a trio of adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin. This is when your heart starts racing, your hands might shake a little and your mouth will get dry. Sound familar? The metaphor of ‘butterflies in the stomach’ often sums it up pretty well. This is all a result of our “stress responses” triggered by the combination of these hormones coming into play, which ultimately affect the way we act around the person we’re attracted to. The adrenaline is what makes the heart race, hands shake, the “butterflies”, etc. The dopamine is the culprit that’s to blame for our enhanced energy and lack of sleep and appetite during our “puppy love” phase, and finally the serotonin is to thank for all those lovely feelings of euphoria and obsession while we’re thinking of nothing but their smile, voice, laugh, etc.

     The third and perhaps most important stage (attachment) is ensured by two very curious hormones, being oxytocin and vasopressin. Oxytocin is what gives us the intense and deep feelings of emotional attachment, and thus we form a strong bond with our partner. Oxytocin is often called ”the cuddle hormone”, because it inspires the desire for regular intimacy with our mate. We find ourselves preferring to spend a night under the covers with our other half rather than out on the town with our friends. The vasopressin hormone activates our protective/possessive instincts, especially when a newborn is involved. Interesting studies on the male prairie vole have revealed that vasopressin is definitely a key part of the ‘devotion’ factor. For example, when scientists gave male prairie voles a drug which suppresses the effect of vasopressin, the prairie vole’s bond with their partner deteriorated immediately and they lost their protective instincts completely when around their mate. Reading this kind of thing breaks my heart, but is still a very interesting thing to learn when juxtaposed with vasopressin’s effects on the human brain.

     In summary, the process of falling in love is purely scientific, which may be a plain truism for many, but the reward of understanding (and remembering) it can sometimes mean the difference between happiness and heartbreak. In all fairness, I wouldn’t take back any of my experiences in love. It’s a sacred spell that I personally view as a deeply romantic present from fate.  

     But above all else, this intriguing little science lesson serves to remind us that there are forces at play inside our bodies, creative and mischievous little Gods, if you like. Forever seeking to wrap around our emotions like strong vines, twisting and contorting what we feel and percieve. We become slaves, starry-eyed and willing. We fall, swim, come ashore, get back up on to our feet, brush ourselves off and then do it all over again. And most curiously, we ask ourselves why.

     Well here’s your answer :-)  

     -BJH


 

 

     Logging on to social networking sites such as Facebook or Twitter in this part of the world is usually a very casual novelty. We check our inbox, scroll around to see what witty remarks our friends or co-workers have made, then log off and end our little sojourn into cyberspace to return to our more tangible lives.

     But while we here in the West facebook and ”twitter” for our creative and communicative kicks, others elsewhere are using these social networking sites to mobilize for national upheaval and revolution.

     Such is the case currently with hundreds of thousands of Iranians who are rallying across their country to protest the recent re-election of their ”pariah president” Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and demand a recount due to allegations of electoral fraud. Since the result of the election was announced, an international chorus of protest has swept the media, beginning (in part) with the apparently disenfranchised Iranian voters who logged on, said their piece and spread the word - with the click of a button.

     Within hours, every major news source had galvanized around the first-hand accounts that poured into twitter from the voters, and the headlines began appearing everywhere. CNN, Fox, BBC, you name it, the headlines screamed the banners and picket signs of the Iranian people.

     Consider the following article, which provides a good example of how the Iranian demonstrators bypassed blocked satellite channels and certain websites to get the word out:

     Online Networking Tools ‘Beat Iran Censorship – Link http://english.chosun.com/site/data/html_dir/2009/06/19/2009061900687.html

     The most amazing thing perhaps was the speed at which their voices reached the world, and this exemplifies the power and influence that the internet wields in mainstream media. In addition, it exposes Iran as a certain society in paradox; a state ruled by a religious order under a Supreme Leader who enforces a rigid Islamic law and also a democratic republic wherein its citizens can surf the internet, vote and freely protest. A very different Iran from the one portrayed by the Bush Administration as the Axis of Evil slave-state.

     Never could this kind of popular revolt be possible in a regime like North Korea.

     It is interesting to note that unlike Iran, the other remaining “Axis of Evil” nation strictly forbids its people access to free information, and with it the rest of the world. In this sense it is exposing the myth that the Iran is not a democracy. As this historic event takes place across the country, it is clear that the tools of democracy are being put to amazing use in the pursuit of justice. By the people, for the people.

     Another important thing that is being demonstrated is that the information monopoly exercised by mainstream news broadcasters is making way for an even more dynamic and omnipresent media force, that is the very people who are making history, spreading the word to the outside world and actually making a physical change to the circumstances they’re in.

     There must be no mistake about this. As is being evidenced while you read this, the internet is proving to be a powerful tool in mobilizing a war cry into action. This kind of resourcefulness being witnessed by the Iranian people may create an interesting precedent for disgruntled voters elsewhere. Below is an excerpt from an interview with an Iranian professor that I read in a CNN article today.

     “I am absolutely convinced that what we are witnessing is a turning point in the history of the Islamic Republic,” said Dr. Hamid Dabashi, professor of Iranian Studies and Comparative Literature at Columbia University in New York City.

     “Even if the Islamic Republic survives this crisis, it will no longer be as it used to be,” added Dabashi.

     Indeed.

     What is intriguing to me is this. With the rapid global spread of online resources will too, logically at least, come the rapid global spread of change.

     -BJH