Settling on the Moon

I saw an article in the news the other day about the Japanese moon landing. Part of the aticle said it was a precursor to creating a settlement on the moon constructing buildings from materials found on the moon’s surface.

I find myself wondering how arcades, entertainment lounges, laboratories and administrative offices might stand up to being built of cream cheese. The original Pie in the Sky.

However there is a serious note to this post.

Wherever on the Moon a settlement is placed the settlement itself will be in darkness for a portion of each lunar cycle. At New Moon the lit surface of the Moon faces away from the Earth while at full Moon the lit surface faces the Earth full on. In between, as we know, the lit surface grows, with more of the face facing the Earth becoming lit, only to shrink away on passing full. This has the effect of a 20 day sunrise and setting for the community there. The remaining 8 days will be effectively in darkness.

I wonder the effect on the body and consequently on the mental health of anyone living in such an environment. I cannot believe it will be healthy at all.

And what of settling on a Moon of Jupiter, as has been suggested so often in science fiction novels and movies? In place of the Sun as a dominant force there will be Jupiter booming away in the face of the settlers. They won’t suffer from Sunburn but from Jupiter-burn, or gain a jovial tan. The Sun will be relegated to a small light in the distant sky with many of the other Moons of Jupiter being yet more visible than the Star itself.

I mention this only in terms of mental balance and wonder what consideration has been given to this in the scientific communities who seem so ready to throw money into the sky, while turning their backs on the world in which we all currently live.

The Breakdown of Diplomacy

In the Middle Ages the safety of knights was guaranteed by the use of recognised symbols which declared that the person belonged to a certain spiritual order. While some of it was simply a question of ransom, there was also another aspect, which was that people expected honourable behaviour from one another. It was a shared understanding that if one extended mercy towards others, one could expect the same in return should one find oneself in unfortunate circumstances.

It was ancient, originating, not in Egypt, but in Sumeria and India. It was a universal understanding, like the envoy’s staff of office, which was respected by all sides.

As it becomes more widespread and more fully understood, when it is no longer respected beyond the nation’s borders, it serves a different purpose. It becomes a liability. While it may be useful in one’s home country to develop business or one’s career, it can be wrong to assume the same integrity remains which once existed.

We have seen many examples in the press over the last 20 years or so, of people arrested as spies in foreign countries. Despite protesting their innocence as business people or reporters, some have spent many years in uncomfortable prisons before finally gaining release through the actions of their governments in negotiations with the hostile nation which arrested them. Often these negotiations invovle lucrative economic incentives for the arresting nation. So the ransom element remains high on the agenda.

Far from being a safeguard these same symbols and signs, which serve to get one noticed for the right reasons at home, now serve to get one noticed for the wrong. Perhaps it is time to develop a new collection of symbols that will be recognised and honoured unilaterally.

The sorry thing is that during the last 50 years the idea of honour in international relations seems to have become lost. From the USA planning devastating campaigns in Vietnam destroying forests and villagers indiscriminately through to the stealing of populations from Ukraine by Russia in the last 12 months to the frightful behaviour in Gaza.

When a system no longer serves its purpose the only thing to do is drop it. Meanwhile be careful what you say to others, particularly strangers. It may not be as smart and safe as you previously believed it to be.

Righting the Wrongs

“You cannot right the wrongs of the world. The wrongs of the world is how the wrongs are righted.”

This thought was in my mind as I woke the other day. It was with reference to the injustice that is so evident in today’s world. As the western powers build towards the prophesied Armageddon as if it is inevitable and the Sub-postmasters attempt to gain some semblance of justice from the onerous behaviour of the leaders of the Post Office.

It lead me to reflect that the wounds of the past need to be cleared, from each individual, as well as every nation. This cannot be done by legislation, that is, by any form of unilateral declaration. It has to be endured and the Karmic imbalance rectified.

So instead of battling windmills I suppose one is better guiding gently the one’s around oneself to embrace forgiveness and lick their wounds until they are clean and freed from the scars and scabs that the past has put upon each of us.

In the meantime the imbalance in the world, the wrongs as they are perceived, must remain in place until such time as humanity learns it is better to co-operate than to resist, Nature in particular, and that the wrestling goes on within the individual, not projected on to others around oneself.

The Darkness of Tartarus

Many classical scholars misunderstand Hesiod when he speaks of Earth containing Tatarus.

Tartarus was the darkness, which may be the same as is called in the Bible ‘the darkness under the Earth’, or perhaps that was the waters beneath the earth. This is not to be confused with Night, a much vaster realm.

Tartarus is the place where the souls are lost and longing to return to life. They cannot do so, not through any fault of their own but because they are lost. Not in the sense of lost and damned forever. A concept peculiarly Christian in my life, though perhaps shared more widely than that. Lost because they are identifying with a former life they have lost and don’t know how to deal with the new situation.

As a result of this Tartarus is a place where the souls are wailing, and perhaps gnashing their teeth, or what passes for teeth amongst discarnate spirits.

But as to where this place is, well, it is necessary to expand the concept of Creation to include the revolution of the Sun about a given centre we call a cosmos. This is not to be mistaken for the Galaxy. The Sun is part of a collection of stars which revolve together to form the body of a greater entity called a Cosmos. This in turn floats in the Galactic Ocean. Some might call it Arcturus. The star cluster is that of the Pleiades.

However within the body of this Cosmos is a great darkness. Esoteric texts tell us it is indigo and that this is why the sky looks black at night. It is within that great darkness that the lost souls struggle to find their escape, but not knowing their way through the ‘bardo’, to give it another name, they find themselves wrestling and struggling, each more lost than the last.

Still beset by the desires of their former lives they hanker after breath and the tastes of life. As Homer records ‘they long for the taste of blood’. In this sense they are bloodthirsty, but that does not mean they are vengeful. Merely unhappy and seeking any way they can to find themselves back again in the endless chain of Life.

Ignorance – a State of Being

When I was in my twenties I lived in Pembroke Dock and had a job picking potatoes with my partner. We worked with an old man – I guess he was not over 65, but for me at the time that seemed old. Not so much now I am 72, nearly 73.

The old man was a countryman, had been a farm worker all his life. His wife worked alongside us for some of the time. I was amazed at the way the old women could pick potatoes so fast and thoroughly. They had been doing it for years, of course. But for me the work was back breaking.

We worked for the local farmer who was not greatly wealthy. Though he had money I suppose. He had sold his first farm to builders to allow the expansion of the local town and was working the ground to exhaustion to do the same again.

He was rude. I don’t remember the situation any more, but I remember the advice the old farm worker gave us at the time. He said simply, having witnessed the hurtful situation, ‘He is ignorant.’

It wasn’t a comment on the state of the farmer’s knowledge. It was a comment on his social manners. To be ignorant meant to ignore the feelings of others.

I have never forgotten that man’s advice. He also gave us more advice. ‘Is everything okay in bed?’ I said ‘Yes’. ‘That’s all that matters,’ he said, ‘if everything is good in bed the rest will work itself out.’

Seems my partner didn’t agree.


Inspiration is a sudden flash of insight with a novel solution to a particular dilemma, or the opening of a new view on things.

As such it represents a flow from a greater reservoir of awareness to that currently owned by the recipient. It is in this manner that the masters inspire ideas to their students and disciples, perhaps suggesting a new avenue of approach or research to a given problem. Leaving the student to explore further.

In the same way a new twist in a plot may be given to an author. Among the arts the sources of Inspiration are termed the Muses. There is not a similar collection of active intelligences for the Sciences. Perhaps that is why Science is so lost in its interpretations of the phenomena it perceives. To perceive is a way of looking at something. It does not equate with intelligence but with expectation. Even less so does it equate with observation.

Many speculations in the scientific world are wild unenlightened guess work, often driven by nothing more than personal ambition to ‘make a name for oneself’, a thing spurned by those with truly unique perspectives on things. They are not concerned with the opinions of others.

Inspiration flows from a greater consciousness to a lesser one. A more embracing approach to a given situation, than that currently held by the inspired one. So we strive to encompass greater and greater consciousness, not in an effort to be more aware than our colleagues but to draw closer to that source which is Consciousness only.

Water – again

In 700 BCE Hesiod wrote

“ Never make water in the mouths of rivers which flow to the sea, nor yet in springs; but be careful to avoid this. And do not ease yourself in them: it is not well to do this.”

Apparently the Water Companies of the British Isles – and I suppose the same is true elsewhere – have not read the words of Hesiod, or paid heed to them, and as a consequence pour untreated sewage into our rivers. For profit. They do this so they can spend money on their investors.

They even take the opportunity to borrow huge sums of money – because they are large corporations and can do this.

The upshot of which is, when it is realised that the rivers are flowing with death in the form of pollution and human waste, the companies look to the gullible public, often in the form of the government, to pay the bills for modernisation and conforming to the ill-applied laws which are made to govern their behaviour.

But the public have already paid their bills. The companies chose to push this money into the pockets of their investors. Such actions are not without their repercussions. The people who take these decisions, whether they are on the board that delivers the decisions, or implementing them on behalf of the owners, will find their lives crippled and thwarted by disease and other irreparable loss.

This is not to make an idle threat, nor to suggest that I would in anyway seek to harm another. Rather this is offered as a warning and an aid to those finding themselves in the untenable situations which lead to such actions.

The same advice is extended to those working in the chemical industry seeking to poison the earth and fields with ‘agricultural fertilisers’. There is no excuse for pollution. Least of all the suggestion that ‘it is good business’.

No, actually it is not, now that Earth has taken her destiny back into her own hands.

Dervla Murphy – Truth Sayer

I am reading another Dervla Murphy book, ‘Through the Embers of Chaos’. The harrowing tale of her trips to Yugoslavia before and after the crises of the 1990s, and the role the International community played in creating and perpetuating the disaster that left ordinary people aghast and wondering where their lives had gone.

I quote a little. Her friend, Kamila, is talking.

“we knew how much aid went to the Chetniks, the UN made deals with them, giving them a percentage – the only way, they said, to get the rest to the starving. You won’t read that in any official report! For sure it made the war longer. I want someone to research this but the UN must protect itself by hiding facts.”

” ‘It’s often been mentioned by responsible journalists,’ I assured her. ‘They called it “blackmail” or “a sensible compromise”, depending on their sympathies.’

‘But a serious study is needed,’ insisted Kamila. ‘Also taking in other war zones, like the Sudan.’

`I question Kamila’s argument,’ said Mevlida. ‘Anyway even if Chetniks got one-third, the starving got the rest.’

`Why were they starving?’ challenged Kamila. ‘Because the Chetniks organized hunger to attract aid convoys! People don’t starve in modern Europe. Without that aid, Serbs and Croats would have been selling food to the displaced. And making it possible for them to earn enough to buy food. “Humanitarian relief” was part of one big damaging package. All wrapped up with the arms embargo, and Unprofor mandated to keep a non-existent peace, and ignorant “senior statesmen” flying around in circles making silly plans. The West complicated everything, while complaining about “Byzantine” Balkan politicians. Their interests muddied our waters. By the summer of ’95 the Chetniks were retreating – suppose we’d been well armed from April ’92? We had one big advantage – the JNA’s poor morale. Those ordinary conscripts had no motive for fighting but we had, once the Chetniks attacked – all we needed was weaponry’

I said, ‘This sounds like one of those big “IFS” of history. Without the package, mightn’t Milosevic and Tudjman have carved up Bosnia?’

Kamila suddenly looked weary. She shrugged and said, ‘But now it’s carved up anyway. And outsiders stay here, ruling us. We’ve gone back a century, to imperial times!’”

I leave you to your own conclusions as to why I should be posting this today. Who will tell us, now that Dervla has gone? A phenomenal writer, fearless of either ‘the powers that be’, or the ordinary people in the streets or brigands in the mountain passes she frequented.

If you are unaware of this wonderful writer I advise you to find out more for yourself. Many of her books tell of wonderful adventures in most remote areas, always an ally of the local people she supped with Kings and homeless alike. She grows more political in her later works but no-one tells a better story. As authentic as only the Irish can be.