Dance cos we are free

In the wild trance party summers of the late nineties in Cape Town, there were three crazy young psychedellic fairies. I was one of them. We were young enough to be free and old enough to be wise and had some truly spectacular experiences together. After being separated by geography for almost 5 years - a whole series of events have magically ensured that we find each other again. People come and go in our lives for a particular purpose and I can confidently say that the three of us have been re-connected to remind us of our freedom and to dance with abandon.

Dancing makes the spirit sing and our western lives have cheapened the ritual of dance into Kylie's ass and a Britney Spears video. So the Whizzball's message for the day is to dance more - at home alone, in the shower, when a great song finds you, when the soul needs a shake - don't wait for someone to dance with you and definately don't worry about how you look or if you can compete with the MTV dance-androids. Dance because it feeds the spirit and as our beloved Bob Marley continues to sing throughout the world's concsiousness "Dance cos we are FREE".

A big up to Sir Bob and BIG love and whizzballs to OD and EK for dancing freely with me.

Yours in purple

Flesh-Spirit Union

The rain plays my skin
So gently and fine
The wind strums my spirit
And the Earth Goddess speaks in time

Cleansed like a crystal
With pure Water-Air
Body organ beats lightly clean
The Flesh-Spirit union is tranquil and rare

A storm of thoughts quietened
By the louder nature call
Ancient sensual whispers
Splash wisdom as they fall

Cleansed like a crystal
With pure Water-Air
Body organ beats lightly clean
The Flesh-Spirit union is tranquil and rare

Yours in Purple

What are the new connotations of “freedom”?

This is supposed to be the communication age but it’s really turning into the Propaganda age – CNN, BBC, etc, etc and the rest are a seriously pathetic excuse for journalism.

In South Africa, we suffered severely from propaganda and brainwashing during apartheid and there was no such thing as freedom of the press for a very long time. There were nevertheless black and white journalists who risked their lives to find and expose the truth. Many lost their lives. Irony is that even though we had the most publicized make-over in recent history and the “gifts” of democracy and capitalism have rained freely upon us for the last 10 years…we still suffer from propaganda, political control of the media and side-stepping, corrupt politicians after the BMW rather than justice and service to their people.

IMHO it just goes to show that democracy and the “freedom” that George is planning to bestow upon the world (there is going to be a lot more death and destruction before his father-issues are satisfied) means nothing if our collective conscience doesn’t kick its own ass and strive for something different.

The political theories that the US and Europe seek to spread across this planet are just as corrupt, fallible and incomplete as the “others” they seek to “transform”. Under the guise of “freedom” it seems, you can do the unthinkable and encourage similar behavior in developing countries like South Africa.

Yours in purple

Moments

Amongst the craziness of the world’s eternal struggle to survive and in this Cyber Age where everything moves too quickly, we are bombarded with way too much useless information and advertising.

I so often get disheartened by the fact that life offers so many complications, challenges and downright nasty curveballs and there never seems to be time to really reflect and contemplate the REAL questions about life and make a vague attempt to understand the REAL implications of our existence.

But two specific social gatherings recently reminded me of one my old theories that life is all about those “moments” when there is no place you would rather be, no person you would rather be with at that particular moment and the moment washes over you with a wave of warm and comforting synchronicity.

It’s these moments, I feel, that give us that invisible and indescribable human “fuel” that enables us to be flung back into the world with a smile and “keep on keeping on”.

Yours in Purple

Where is Saddam?

I know that yank-bashing and bush-whacking are so “last season” but I seriously wonder about Saddam’s whereabouts. Why do we know who designed Laura Bush’s inauguration dress but no-one has a clue where Saddam is? He could be in a penthouse suite of the White House drinking Earl Grey with Dubya or he could be having his toenails pulled off one by one in Guantonimo Bay…we don’t really have a clue. For that matter…anyone know what happened to the hunt for George’s buddy, Osama????

Unless you are one of those people that believe we can find out anything from CNN, you will agree that considering the hours and hours of coverage on Middle Eastern issues, it is remarkably uncanny that we NEVER hear anything about Saddam Hussein. Even several Internet searches for news on Saddam and what is happening to him didn't yield much. He has become as mysterious as his weapons of mass destruction.

We know NOTHING and the powers that be prefer it that way. One would think that at this point in human development, we would have the right to know the answers to these questions rather than our grandchildren having an inkling of understanding about something that doesn’t really affect them anyway. But I guess if 52% of America still believes in cowboy tactics and show no real interest in standing up for their democracy, then there is little the rest of us can do to fight such BIG POWER.

If you haven't read George Orwell's 1984, you should. The world is in serious danger of becoming its own weapon of mass destruction. North Korea, Syria, Zimbabwe, etc are next.
Wake up America and Europe - your democracies are built with the blood of Africa, the spice of the East and corrupt intentions of organised religion. Use your money and power for something that humanity can be proud of.

Yours in Purple