Archive for January, 2007

FreeThinking

Friday, January 26th, 2007

Thinking.

I had a few discussions recently with people of a scientific background that left me thinking.

My point of view is that if they are doing their studies without understanding what lies behind everything, they are missing the point completely.

For example, if you understand all the finer details of how evolutionary biology works, but don’t understand the evolution of the spirit as it unfolds through different states of being, then what you know is very, very limited.

I have mentioned before one of the little snippets that probably gave me more of a negative bias towards science than I should have had. I was reading a book on cosmology, and the authors summarized the birth, formation, expansion, and coming contraction of the universe, and the timelines for this. All the while as I had read the book, I had marvelled at how in synch it was with the way that Vedic teachings have always described the formation of the Universe. Then they even mentioned it, but their interpretation really filled me with disgust. “It is interesting how similar this is to the description of the cycle of the Universe offered by the Vedas, but this is obviously sheer coincidence.”

Because it was not reached through methods familiar to them and understood by them, they could not understand how it could be real knowledge. Blinkered fools. While it seems fantastic, this is how people thousands of years ago could come to the same conclusion – instead of looking outwards with radio telescopes, they looked inwards with a consciousness sharpened by a lifetime of training.

All being and nature has an underlying reality.
All existence is one.
When you look into yourself, you can understand your self and your nature.
When you understand yourself, you start to understand all. Because you are a small part of that all. A microcosm of the macrocosm.

I have recently come across the dumbest movement I have ever seen, and horrifically, it calls itself part of the “freethought community””. How ironic is that, that we chose the same name to describe our world views?

They want a world free of “supernatural beliefs and mysticism”. Their resounding argument is that people believe in an all-powerful and loving god while their children are handicapped or abused. They don’t see how it can make sense.

And that is simply because they can’t see. They can’t see deeply enough into the nature of life to make sense of it all. Their movement is akin to a bunch of 3 year olds forming a society to rebel against the fact that people stop wearing nappies as they grow up, because they feel it is more convenient to just pee in their pants.

What their movement and other atheistic movements are, is a rebellion against the dogmatic views upheld by most organised religions. But we are dealing with two warped and narrow-minded viewpoints. It is easy for either to point the holes in the other, because both are based on stupid, simplistic assumptions.

The religions are often just as bad. Every religion is founded upon the teachings of a true master who is divinely inspired. Once that master passes on, his followers distort the teachings until it fits the level of understanding that they are capable of, and then they force others to agree with their inept and weak interpretation. No wonder it breeds resentment.

Life is a huge and fantastic and wonderful and moving experience. Mysticism is nothing more than trying to understand the mystery that is life. Moving into this research, takes us into truths more exciting and exhilarating than any fantasy. Most importantly, what people who have not experienced it do not understand, is that it is very easy to verify all mystical teachings – through experience. And experience is the only way that you will ever grasp it.

MOZAMBIQUE

Sunday, January 14th, 2007

MOZAMBIQUE

Wow, what an experience!

Sorry it took so long to get this up, but I wanted to add some photos and my computer has been in 20 different boxes since moving. One of the disadvantages about owning a desktop. And I got laid low by Malaria, not the best souvenir to bring back. See the post below for more about that.

So, for my summer holiday I decided to head into Mozambique. I live in Cape Town, South Africa, and travel the country quite widely, but while travelling all across the world have never explored the rest of Africa. I decided that was not an acceptable state of affairs, so have started changing that. On my shortlist are awesome places like Malawi, Transkei, etc, but I decided to first head for Mozambique. For one thing, it gave me a change to practice some Portuguese again, but mainly because of the awesome diving. I have just started getting into diving again, and it is a truly wonderful pursuit that does great things for me, so I figured let me go and dive for a holiday. And what a good decision that was.

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But first, I had to get there. Like always, my last few days of work before leave involved hectic, crazy, days trying to sort everything out so that my load was light and stable enough to leave it alone for a few days. To make it more interesting this time around, I also moved house 2 days before my flight to Mozambique. Silly timing, really. Getting to my flat at 11pm, movers coming at 7am, nothing boxed yet… but let me not get into that horrible time.

I ended up in Maputo for one afternoon and evening, the capital of Mozambique. Not the prettiest place on earth. Mozambique is recovering from years of angry civil war, and the capital city still bears the scars clearly. The infrastructure is also very, very sparse. Apartments often don’t have running water. Garbage collection does not seem to exist, and neither does a culture of preventing litter. Rubbish just goes onto the floor.

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To get to the North, I made the serious mistake of taking a local bus, which I expected to be about 6 hours. I have bussed through South America and it was quite comfortable, and was completely unprepared for this 12 hours of sheer torture. No toilets on bus, no air con, stinking heat, babies on your lap, people leaning over you, no room to move to take things out of your bag, dilapidated bus, etc. The photo below is me at the station, before the ride, when I still thought it was funny. Sadly, I left my special hat on the bus. Always happens after monster rides, last time I forgot my lucky jacket in Argentina. One thing the bus trip taught me – I understand why people say the Western Cape is not like the rest of Africa. The lack of development is very different.

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But I eventually I got to my destination, in the North of Mozambique. Immediate relief. Taking off shoes (which stayed off all week), only wearing a shirt for sun protection (which was a serious issue) and sea and sun all around you. During my last travels I missioned too much, and did not relax enough, so this time the only time I went further than a few hundred metres from my hut was either to scuba dive, or to get a plane ticket back to avoid the bus trip from hell. And other exciting episodes like forgetting my credit card in the ATM machine in the village, which I won’t bore you with. Don’t know why I always do stuff like that, it is as if part of my subconscious sets it up, like a professor putting a rat in a maze to see how it reacts.

So I started off with by going out on a rubber duck on an “Ocean Safari”, it was really good to be on the sea and in the sun, washing off the city.

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And the first thing that I did, was jump off the boat and snorkel with the amazing animal below. It was a big experience for me, and got the holiday right on track.

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So I spent almost all my waking time on the water or under it. I took my bodyboard with for when the surf was too big to dive, and it was a great combination of activities. Spending Christmas day floating on the ocean, the late sun glinting off the silvery surface, taking waves with your buddies – awesome. Except for almost losing your big seafood Christmas lunch back to the ocean. And the scuba diving was relentless awesome stuff. Moray eels, whale sharks, manta rays, surgeon fish, etc, etc. Such an abundance of varied life. It really made me feel aware of the Divine power behind it all, being confronted with such explosive variety.

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Looking up to see a huge manta ray above me was an experience I won’t forget quickly. Check this pic below, it is not zoomed in at all, I pulled back as far as I could to get some kind of shot.

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Mozambique definitely has a strong character, and is a country where there is a conscious air of trying to rebuild it. Like all of Africa, I hope that they can continue and gain momentum. All in all, it was a superb week of my life. I met many more interesting people that I had expected. German girls who looked as if they had been born on the beach. Americans cycling around the world for peace and love. First World girls doing development work in Third World countries. Bumping into old friends from home. And as usual, the English couples led me to drink more than I had expected. I also had a glimpse of the Mozambican psyche, and literally dived into the splendid nature surrounding it.

The one negative aspect was feeling ashamed by being associated with some of the other South Africans, largely conservative white people who openly showed no respect for the country and its people, going there to abuse and exploit the place and giving as little as they can back to the country. People doing doughnuts with quad bikes on a village graveyard is a shameful thing to be associated with.

I took almost a 1, 000 pics, and you can see some of them here at the links below. I suggest the underwater pics too, I am still learning but it was fun, and the subject matter is out of this world

LINK TO UNDERWATER PICS

LINK TO LAND PICS

MALARIA 101

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

MALARIA 101!

Hi all,

I have some great material about Mozambique to put it, sorry it is taking so long, but that is partly due to the one souvenir I brought back – Malaria.

From all the questions, I see people don’t know much about it, so let me tell you something about it.

Start off by going to one of the most Malaria prone countries in the world, without the right prophylactics. This is not quite as stupid as it sounds, as the medication itself can be so nasty that it spoils your holiday fun. But if you do this, the golden rule is to check yourself in for a blood test as soon as you show some symptoms. Because the sooner it is diagnosed and treated, the less of a deal it is. What I did was left it too late, because I was unsure if I was really ill or not (better to assume the worst).

On 31/12/17 I felt strange and had to cancel my NYE plans. Thought it might be carry-over from roughing it up and partying it up too much on the holiday. Rested a few days, and then felt OK, went to gym etc. Still a bit headachy, sore body, fatigue, etc. All this time, the parasites were multiplying at a rapid rate. They park off in your liver and you feel alright while they gather themselves, and then suddenly they come out and everything is really weird while they explode your red blood cells before they retreat again. To hell and back, over and over. The night of the 3rd I sweated quite seriously in the night, so on the 4th I went for a blood test. The next 24 hours it really accelerated, so by the time I got the results on the 5th, there was no doubt. I was going from sweaty fever to deep shuddering chills. From wet and red; to turning blue and not being able to feel my hands.

So I got my medication from the doctor and went home. And can’t believe that was only 4 days ago, feels like an age. That first dose – wow. It really whacked me. Woke up, tongue swollen, sweating, quite unable to move, unsure how I would make it. Remember, you are delirious too. It slowly got better over the next few days, but was always disgusting inside and out. Sweating so much that even drinking litres leaves your dehydrated. Fever then chills. Can’t eat because your stomach is churning. Everything seems crap. And the medication is oral, so to avoid hospital you have to hold it down, which is difficult when you are so nauseous.

Eventually it came to the last day. I had been delaying going to bed, knowing what ordeal faced me. Then I eventually submitted, prepared as I could be. Medication was down the hatch, 3 bottles next to my bed. Water, diluted fruit juice, and diluted sports drink. Spare clothes nearby. After an hour the sweats started. Manage it with the strategy developed over the last few nights. Sleep on pillow, then turn it around, then swap it. One side of duvet, then other, then turn it around, then swap it for comforter. Change clothes. After 10 sessions of this, look up. Damn, only 03:48. Suffer for ages. Wake up absolutely sloshing on drenched everything. Hands are pruned as if you are in a bath. Everything is cold and clammy and hot and awful, and you are nauseous. Only 05:21. Grit your teeth, sink back into it. Eventually at 08:05 jump up, cant take any more of that hell for another day. Go to bed that night praying it doesn’t recur. And thank God, it doesn’t.

I really felt like the Malaria stretched me just as far as I could go, and then left me.

What it did show, is that sometimes Western Medicine, is very good. My diagnosis and treatment were very effective. And without those pills, I would simply have died.

Anyway, I am myself again, just weaker. I will finish all the photos and writing of Mozambique, and put it up soon. You will really enjoy it.