Am not interested. Go away back to psycho-fascist pretend disciple of a documented veggy Osho and disappear back to your spiteful, humourless darkness. Fe-MALE.

Adolf Hitler, a very well known, very strictly living vegan aspirant; non-smoking, no wine either – and see what accompanied this, his ‘purity’, on that side.

It’s also well known that he loved to listen to classical music before giving his next orders for concentration camps.

Also known how much he loved to be amongst kids. And ‘let the children come’ projects.

Some more to ponder over, maybe also for you, before you rage here like a bull.

Madhu

Some things are more relevant than others.

Thank Osho, this is just online-ism.

ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME…

Sung to the tune of ‘The Nutcracker Suite’, by Tchaikovsky. You can follow it by the calm and beauty of ‘Swan Lake’.

Parentheses follow…
(As you want to tell me how to write and how You want Me to tell you how to think, and that what you think is what I was thinking…obviously, thanks for the offer, how degeneratively provocative of you…So I will…and this is for YOU, and your request for MY attention…)))))) That’s not parentheses, it’s just lots of MY gloaty smiles…

(You-Wait a minute…patience now…) & it’s actually sung to the tune of your German-speaking neighbour Amadeus (Love of God) Mozart in his Eine Kleine NutMusik allegro. Here is the tune:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb_jQBgzU-I

And the source of his name:
Meaning & History of AMADeus
Means ‘love of God’, derived from Latin amare (‘to love’) and Deus (‘God’). A famous bearer was the Austrian composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791), who was actually born Wolfgang Theophilus Mozart but preferred the Latin translation of his Greek middle name.

Parentheses:
(Very god, very love, very much the name, very clever music and very lovely effect…( )

AMadhueus, try harder…you still have a lot of homework to do, but I’m sure you’ll get closer to vegan paradise if you actually give a shit, instead of wasting time competing to defend the indefensible.

Got in trouble with two totally unknown young males here in their twenties, grinning, and we didn´t exchange friendly words, which culminated on their side with yelling out of their car with running motor, that I am a woman for them who prays to the devil, and me yelling too that a Taliban and IS approach to a woman is NOT what belongs on the civil stage here, surely not!

However, even though no woman here is to be seen with a burka or similar stuff, we truly don´t know here what the very close-by situated trade sex market, which is booming like anything, shows up with – behind the closed doors..

And sure, man´s fantasies about the female and the female aligning with it, is in big change since very few decades here.

‘Truth’ about standards and people fitting, or not fitting, is more than less the number of Facebook and other neighbourhoods’ social network accounts, taking its way in further street work games (like this one I mentioned) and there where I am living, every day is full of such crap to face from totally unknown people.

Psychopaths, male and female, are very playful buggers and perpetrators in the streets as in online businesses, harassing people totally unknown to them, because that chills, to capture reactions. They simply love it.

Psychopaths, moderators (as I want to spare you, to ask for clarification) are for me, people who GRIN when they make it, to shock you, and believe it or not, at least here where I am, many youngsters are up to that street work entertainment. As well as clearly their Facebook friends.

Family style comes along in new-old values and some of it echoes the Nazi regime here in Germany (with appropriate male fantasies about what a woman should be – when ‘sane’ in their eyes).

Women also love it. The child is a lifestyle playmate. Quite often.

Sanity ?

Christian churches and cults love it; as well also muslim brothers and sisters. Finally they agree, finally back to ‘normal’ with the ‘sexes’. Well, a lot of virtual thumbs go up here; and quite often it just plays out as an Eldorado for psychopaths. With a very special ‘taste’ for interconnecting.

What’s ‘sane’ and what´s not is a question of quota. Has always been, hasn´t it?
But not so thoroughly uprooted from experience, as in ‘Information Age’.

Madhu

(MOD: SOME EDITING)

So much ME/ME/ME in that, Prem Martyn, and the last few words one could put into parantheses, isn’t it?

Well, I am putting all my social, psychological, ancient studying together, to just get your ever so eloquence, maybe get it after a few days, what is meant and what you are striving for. And therefore I first have to do a lot of dictionary work. Then let it sink.

Then forget all about it.

Then feel, if something comes as an echo in my heart. And mostly it comes; but maybe not to your contentment.

Also, I know I am not living that idealistic clean and pure life you are preaching and, maybe, also living up to (at least on the straight vegan path
The point I want to make here, that not all the internet-chat/internet-games may lead (interactive) to a good result for the whole.

Understand whole as holy, and holy as SANE. Sane for not only a ´ME´ or a singular entity, but for more than a critical amount (in a positive sense of the word) of contributors.

Otherwise, however, misusing an individual, for the means that a majority with ethical standards which MISS any sanity in terms of actions and so-called missions, is also off the wall. (MOD: THIS ISN’T CLEAR, PLEASE CLARIFY)

Quite a dilemma – isn´t it?

Ever sincerely, Prem Martyn.

Sunday evening post from

Madhu

P.S:
I was harassed today here by a bunch of obnoxious mean stalkers, very much but reminding me of encounter games of some Netherlands kind of school with a ´human´ flag…just to let you know ´out-there´.

That is the necessary complete antithesis of the legalised, incompetent politicking that is always prevalent amongst other terrified, fearful mortals, the disease of distorted, incoherent, social and genetic, assumptive relations of daily life, leaving dry sand running through the fingers of idiots who remain, as did Lot’s wife in Genesis, turned to salt for wanting to hang on to nothing.

There was, in the diary of Sannyas’ yesteryear, little or no prescription for a preventative remedy amongst us, the diaspora, given to the idea that you could be ripped off (or did the ripping off if that was one’s proclivity) even in 20/20 vision in hindsight. We just got on/do get on with that faith. Probably because that’s what faith does, in its entirety.

It made not a jot of difference to engaging in and with others. This is no failure, it is the very nature of interacting. One always moves from one’s inherent tendencies, and the only responsibility is to take responsibility evolvingly and ever lovingly. It is always the first time and it is always the beginning, and in the world of life as it is, surrender means exactly that. It is both the raising up and the placing down of all experiencing.

Osho gave me this treasure in many ways that remain inexplicable yet transmitted through and for me and each one of us. It is a supremely transforming quality in the contrastive world and keeps repeating by it and his very nature. Being blessed without claim is also part of our joyful inheritance and reclaims what our singular efforts tentatively illuminate.

P.S:
Clive James has written a poem, Lecons Des Tenebres (Lessons of The Shadows), on reflection and time and…

http://www.clivejames.com/poetry/recent/lecons