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Sometimes you need to go further

Today after bringing to a conclusion a number of issues, including booking a flight to Italy tomorrow for an NLP Practitioner Training I will be closing, I felt I needed to expend some energy, so I took a walk.

I took to the Thames Pathway at Kingston upon Thames, a walkway which follows the banks of the River Thames, stretching I believe some 30 kilometers, in one continuous walk.

I knew that at odd places along the way, I would be able to leave the Thames Pathway to catch a bus back into Kingston, so I headed downstream towards Richmond-upon-Thames.

I had no actual plan, but I began to enjoy the walk, wondering where the old factory of Hawker Sidley was where they built, tested and launched the seaplanes and the Hurricane, the Harrier Jump Jet among other great planes, then watching the passing river traffic, and other walkers.

At Teddington Lock, the sound of the river crashing over the weir raised my spirits, I love the sound of water, and the forever changing shapes the wild water makes. But I did not stop long, I pressed forth on enjoying the sights.

The weir at Teddington Lock
The weir at Teddington Lock

Keeping my eyes open, using Phillip’s Sausage, I saw a heron I suspect waiting for a fish meal, rabbits enjoying the sun, even a green parakeet flashing between the tree branches.

A heron near the River Thames   A rabbit near the River Thames
A heron and rabbit near the River Thames

I just kept walking.

I then came across Ham House with its’ gardens, a house built in 1610 in the reign of Charles I, full of fabulous paintings and history. I had driven passed the sign to Ham House, but never stopped to visit it. Well I had come tis far, why not have a look inside.

Ham House, Richmond-upon-Thames
Ham House, Richmond-upon-Thames

A rather expensive entrance ticket later, over £9.00, I went into the building, and I purchased (another £1), a single (but folded) sheet guide to the house, and after reading it, toured the house.

I am pleased I visited Ham House and viewed its’ contents, but I needed to finish my walk and get home to pack for Italy, and pushed on to Richmond.

By now it was 5pm and my feet were beginning to ache, I had no choice, but walk on as the amount of walkers increased on the pathway as I got closer to Richmond and the chance to catch a bus home.

I had set out at 1pm for a stroll by the river, but now it was over four hours later, oh my feet, but I had gone further than I intended and saw and learned more by doing so.

Thank goodness the bus only took just over fifteen minutes to reach Kingston, back home to rest my legs, and then prepare my evening meal and iron some shirts.

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English Sayings Thoughts

I can blow my own trumpet

There is an English saying “they are blowing their own trumpet“.

This saying means that they are boasting or talking about their own abilities, talents, successes and achievements.

So yes I can blow my own trumpet.

I have proof, read the blog, visit my web sites.

Whilst clearing out a storage facility I have been renting to house my old memories, books, toys and more, I came across a very old newspaper cutting dated, October 1963.

In my youth I belonged to a brass band, and was a member of The Boys Brigade, an organisation similar to the Scouts, but we could wear long trousers.
 
My ability to play a brass instrument and especially a trumpet, my own trumpet, meant that on parades, matching through the streets to go to church or chapel, I would be part of the marching band. Our services were always used on Remembrance Sunday, when in the UK and other countries we would march to the War Memorial to remember the fallen. Always a moving experience as we played The Last Post.

Phillip Holt with arrow pointing on parade with the Boys' Brigade
Phillip Holt with arrow pointing on parade with the Boys’ Brigade, hold his trumpet. 1963

The newspaper article says:-

FOUNDERS DAY FOR THE BOYS’ BRIGADE

Character building is the main object of the Boys’ Brigade. This way the theme of a sermon by Cannock Chase Methodist Circuit Superintendent, the Rev. S. C. Challener on Sunday.

He was preaching to three companies who had taken part in a Founders’ Day parade from High Green, Cannock, to Mill Street Methodist Church, Cannock.

The parade, which was headed by the chairman of Cannock Urban Council, Councillor I. J. Jacques and Captain T. Howard of the 1st Chasetown Boys’ Brigade was followed by the 1st Cannock, Chasetown and Lichfield companies.

Altogether 120 youths paid tribute to Sir William A. Smith, who founded th Boys’ Brigade 80 years ago.

On the return march to High Green a salute was taken by Councillor Jacques at Cannock Bandstand.

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Garibaldi Biscuits

 

Garibaldi Biscuits in packet ASDA
Garibaldi Biscuits in packet sold by ASDA in the UK
Going back in my far and distant past, I remember one of the treats my mother would serve, it was a biscuit called Garibaldi. It was not a treat for me as I was not found of them, but to mother and I suspect other British people, they were from an exotic world, a far off country, a touch of something un-British.
The biscuit was a thin sandwich of biscuit with the dried chewy fruit of currents at the center. A current is similar to a dried red grape.
Garibaldi Biscuits
Garibaldi Biscuits
I would mention this memory to the participants of my courses in Italy, and they would look at me as if I was a visiting Martian, they had no idea of what I was talking about, no clue from the description or name of biscuit.
I was really confused.
Here was an Italian product, and the Italians had no knowledge of it. Was it my pronunciation of the word? Was it called something different in Italy?
Then, just before I was leaving for Bologna, I went into my local supermarket, and after years of not seeing the product, there was the biscuit on the shelves. I had to buy it.
During the NLP Master Practitioner course I reviewed Anchors, and brought out the packet of Garibaldi biscuits as an example of the memories it gave me. The participants looked at me with a blank face, they had never heard of the biscuit or seen them.
At the break, I offer each of them a sample, and their reaction was in the negative, they did not like the taste, texture, and most of the biscuits went untouched.
That evening as Elena and myself walked back to my hotel after a splendid pizza meal, in a small square or piazza bordering the main street running from the railway station to the Piazza Maggiore is a statue of a man on a horse, and in bold letter at its’ base or plinth, is “A GARIBILDI”
Garibaldi Statue in Bologna
Garibaldi Statue in Bologna
So I was not wrong. The name is Italian. Perhaps I had the wrong “cat on the mat“, the wrong understanding.
Who was this person, A GARIBALDI?
I needed answers. See article Garibaldi a Hero.
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Thoughts

Time for a change

It could be my age, at 95, bits of me are wrong, and as I have written in the past, I had to have a certain procedure, a coronary angioplasty, or stent placed in the heart. This has meant that I have to take drugs, something that I do not like or enjoy, as they do effect the workings of the body and brain.

In the article Missing Days, I had mentioned that my doctor had increased the beta blocker drug Atenolol from 25mg to 50mg, as I had reported a few aches and pains. These aches and pains were caused by I do not know, maybe stress dealing with people and situations, maybe it was the way I was sleeping, maybe problems with my blood supply. But this increase I believe had a more undesirable effect upon me, I found that my immediate short term memory, that tracks what I have just done or said, was difficult to access, in other words, I could not always follow what I was doing.
I used strategies to overcome this short fall in my courses, to help me and my memory.
Another outcome for me of taking the drug Atenolol as a beta blocker, is the heart rate goes down, from a normal male of 74 bpm to one of about 50 bpm.
As a result of the adverse effects I was getting, and revisit to my doctors a few months ago, I had the Atenolol reduced back to 25mg, but a new drug introduced, a drug from the nitrate group, containing isosorbide mononitrate, again acting on the cardiovascular system,
I had a terrible two weeks as I changed the drugs. I was at the start of a visit to Malaysia, with the heat, humidity, lack of exercise, changes in food, time differences. 
I felt very bad. Light headed as if I was about to pass out, unstable on my feet, and having to concentrate even more on what I was doing, especially driving a car, which at the best of times in Malaysia is like being on the dodgems ride at fair ground.
Another visit to my doctor upon my return to the UK, resulted in a junior doctor reviewing my case, asking questions for half an hour. She was shocked when she took my pulse, 30 bpmOh Poo Poo, I must be dead. (I think she cannot count, I checked and it was 52 bpm).
As a result my drug list has been amended again, I will not be taking Atenolol, the drug that reduces the heart beat, and which probably makes me light headed as I may not have been getting enough blood supply to the brain.
Drugs, medicines, as with anything that one becomes used to, physically, mentally, emotionally, perhaps addiction like smoking, if it is not good for you, cut it out, stop it. Have they been effecting us in a bad way, detrimental to our well being, our sanity, our future? Have they contributed to our future? Was there a future with them?
Giving things up may have after affects, withdrawal systems, but they will go. With the right attitude of mind, doing things differently, seeking new ways, new activities and relationships, replacing them, and with the help of mental techniques like NLP, these after affects can be reduced or removed.
Or perhaps I will not miss the drugs which I have to give up, and feel better for doing it.
I will have to find new ways, not visit those places in my life that could enhance the withdrawal systems, and get on to save my sanity.
I write this, so others who are in a similar situation will know that they are not the only ones out there, and there is a way forward.
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Books Thoughts

White Cargo – History missing from my History

We only know what we know, and yet we think we know it all.

Whilst searching for a copy of White Gold by Giles Milton telling some of the history behind the enslavement of Christian Europeans by the Sultans of Morocco, (see article White Gold – History missing from my History), I came across the book White Cargo by Don Jordan and Michael Walsh.
The book’s synopsis says, ‘White Cargo is the forgotten story of the thousands of Britons who lived and died in bondage in Britain’s American colonies.
What? I never heard of British nationals in bondage or enslaved before, well yes now I have read White Gold. Yes, black Africans slaves as depicted in Hollywood movies, in America’s south, in the cotton fields, and also in the West Indies in the sugar plantations, but not white British.
I had been taught a little about the American War of Independence in 1776, about the abolishment of slavery by the British and the work of William Wilberforce, first by making it illegal for British ships to carry enslaved African in 1807, and then the passing of The Abolition of Slavery Act, on August 24th 1833 by the British Parliament, meaning the act of slavery by the plantation owners was abolished.
There are many sources of information about slavery, and as I have written, we are only taught what we are supposed to learn. Typical of this is a great little web site, I believe a British school web site in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, which outlines and gives a lot of information, click to visit, Reading this work, one would as I did, assume that there was only black slaves, there is absolutely no mention of the white slave market.
In White Gold we can see that white slaves were probably enslaved in the Middle East and North Africa before the black populations, and in the book White Cargo, the treatment of white transportees by ships were just as bad if not worse than those from Africa, with lack of good food and water, and little room. This was because African slaves when they were shipped could be worth more long term, as they would be sold in the slave markets for the rest of their lives, whereas the British slaves would be sold for maybe 5 or seven years only.
White Cargo tells the history of the problems faced in England, of vagabonds, thieves, urchins, gypsies, undesirables roaming the streets and countryside, especially after the European wars and returning soldiers had no wealth or income, so the only way to live was to beg or steal. It tells the story of the political unrest in England, Scotland and Ireland, the fights between the Kings and Queens, the Civil War in the UK because of the King’s belief in the divine right to rule. It tells the story of the religious unrest between the Anglican and the Presbyterian populations of England and those of Scotland and Catholic Ireland.
How could the politicians reduce the prison population?
How could they rid themselves of the anti English soldiers of Scotland, and the Irish?
Way back in 1578 a British knight or the realm Humphrey Gilbert was given leave by Queen Elizabeth to found a colony in the new land of America, the first blueprint for England to colonise North America. He was following in the footsteps of the Spanish and the Portuguese. Sir Humphrey was not to complete his journey until 1583, failed to estabish a colony, and died in the process.
It was Sir Humphreys half-brother Sir Walter Raleigh that took over the project, seeing it as a business venture with eager business partners, especially Sir John Popham and Sir Thomas Smythe, who headed-up a company to set up the colonies, the Virginia Company.
In 1607 Popham now with a subsidiary of the Virginia Company, called the Plymouth Company founded the first colony, but this failed a year later. But six hundred miles south the rival subsidiary London Company had set up along the James River called Jamestown. Many deaths occurred due to illness and hunger.
A foothold was made.
Now they needed skilled labour, and attracted a few people (indentured) with a promise of 100 acres after 7 years of service in the new land of Virginia, Others invested money to secure 500 acres, and 600 settlers embarked for Virginia in 1609.
The new colonies needed more labour, and there was a solution. The over population of the Engli
sh prisons and the unwanted people off the streets of England. Laws were passed enabling vagabonds to be shipped to America, including a rising population of street children. They would be sold to the estate owners for say 7 years, and became chattels that could be sold.
 
For those who wanted a new life but could not afford the fare, they would be indentured to a landowner, a master say for 7 years, again becoming chattels, who could be sold.
The hours were long, the labour hard, with no pay, just poor quality food, little clothing, and hardly any housing. Many died before the end of the seven years.
English, Scottish and Irish prisoners, kidnap victims, children, the unwanted where shipped out by the thousands, there is an estimate of over 300,000, to become indentured slaves. 
More and more laws were created to control the indentured slaves and the prisoners, all in the favour of the planters and landowners, often meaning that the term of indenture would be extended beyond the 7 years.
The more indentured servants the landowners brought in, the more land they were awarded, and thus their estates grew.
The main crop in Virginia was tobacco, but in the Barbados in the West Indies it was to be sugar, and a separate colonisation took place there, just as  brutal, with many loosing their lives to the harsh conditions and treatment.
It was in 1619 that the first Africans were to arrive, when one John Colwyn Jupe in command of the English ship the White Lion, sold twenty odd humans he had captured from the Portuguese, the first African coloureds to enter the slave market. But it was not to be a tidal wave, Many decades later there was still only a few hundred in slavery, it was the white English that made up the bulk of the indentured slave trade.
In the early years the two groups of slaves coexisted, working and living side by side, often the Africans being treated better than the whites, as the whites were indentured for a limited time, and the Africans were for life. It made economic sense to look after the life time slaves.
Some Africans even became landowners and owners of slaves themselves, treating their slaves just a poorly as the English owners. One such African was Anthony Johnson accumulated 1000 acres, naming his plantation Angola.
As more and more black slaves became available for lifetime slavery, more and more laws were passed to control them, barring such landowners as Johnson the right to buy white slaves, and then eventually laws making black slavery hereditary.
It is stated that in the early 1600’s white slaves outnumbered Africa by 20:1, by the end of the century it was still only 50:50. Economics then played its hand, for it was better to have a lifetime slave which would cost less than a white European slave, which would have a limited indentured term and who had a higher mortality rate.
White slave trade still continued to flourish even after independence until 1785 when the British Parliament admitted that the ports of America were closed to the importation of convicts, the Americans had refused to accept the unwanted English prisoners.
Another chapter started, as England had to find another dumping ground. This was to be Australia.
CONCLUSION FOR ME
Why was I not told this history at school?
Why was I not told that in reality, America was formed by the unwanted, prisoners of Britain?
Has my view of how America was formed clouded by the unreal Hollywood movies?
Were the Ingalls family, with the little girls Mary, Laura, Carrie, and Grace, from the series Little House on the Prairie, ex indented slaves?
Do the Americans themselves really know their history? As in my case and I expect the majority, they have not been told the whole truth, just what they need to know, and that is it.
The above is just a quick overview of a great book that contains a lot of information about white slavery, the formation of America. A good read if you want to know more.
I do not condone and I despise what I have read about slavery, but now realise that there was just as much suffering for Europeans as Africans.
I think all nationals should read this book, and other books like it to get a fuller and more knowledgeable idea of our world history.
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White Gold – History missing from my History

As I have been writing about over the few days, I have been learning so much about what I did not know. Part of history was missing, and Missing information, Bronze Age. How my understanding has been wrong in the article Interpretation gone wrong, how I got information that I understood one way, but was to mean something different to the person giving me the information.



Over a year ago, I saw a snippet of information on a news program which said that people from towns of the south coast of England had been abducted whilst attending church, and were forced into slavery by Moroccan sultans.



Oh yes“, I thought. Pull the other one, it has bells on. I had never heard of that story before, perhaps it was information to promote another film like the Pirates of the Caribbean or in the next sequel to Indiana Jones series, ‘Indiana Jones and the Jewelled Zimmer Frame‘.



I was whilst working in Bahrain I was introduced by Phil Edwards, to a book by Giles Milton, and called White Gold, which told the story of white slavery, giving more information on the abductions I was so uniformed about.



White Gold tells the story of one young Ccornish boy in particular, Thomas Pellow, who was enslaved for twenty-three years, and how other Christian Europeans were taken into slavery by Islamic slave traders in the great slave markets of Morocco, in the towns of Salé, Fez, Meknes, Marrakesh, to name but a few.



It tells of the tyrannical sultans, especially Sultan Moulay Ismail, who ruled Morocco with a heavy hand, himself and his black guards killing by the most horrid methods, torturing at a whim the white slaves. Sultan Moulay wanted the best and the biggest, bigger and better than the Palace of Versailles,of King Louis XIV.  Sultan Moulay wanted the biggest, the best palaces, forts, gardens, armies, riches, and he could only obtain and build these riches with labour, mass human armies of white slave labour.



Labour was hard to come by, but the Barbary corsairs who were also known as the “Turkish Corsairs“, “Ottoman Corsairs“, or pirates, based in North Africa, in towns such as Tunis, Tripoli, Algiers and Salé, soon learned that they could make more money in the slave markets from selling humans than they could from the ships and cargo they captured, such as silks, spices etc.



They would raid ships in the Atlantic and in the Mediterranean, especially the Straits of Gibraltar, and no Governments could stop them. Whole crews would be enslaved, from the captain down to the galley boy.



Not only would they capture ships, but as mentioned above, they would raid towns around the Mediterranean, in countries such as Italy, Spain, up into the Atlantic, Portugal, France, Holland, England and Ireland as far as IcelandRussia. They would take to whole community. Even North American merchant ships were also targeted.



From the early 1600’s until the early 1800’s, it is thought that between 1 million to 1.25 million Europeans were enslaved. Once caught, they would never be released unless ransom money would be paid, and that was not often, or they died in the underground holding pens, not seeing the light of day for years, living with vermin, disease on little or no food. 



Men would be put to building work, labouring, or being part of the European renegade army the Sultans kept. Women were put into the harems. The slaves were sold throughout the Islamic world as far away as Aden, Alexandria, Cairo, Istanbul and the Ottoman Empire.



Another aim of the sultans on the Barbary Coast against the European Christian slaves was to convert them to Islam or get them to Turn Turk. Many were tortured into Turning Turk, and those that turned or became apostatized, were disowned by their families, friends and the establishment back in their home country, and any remote chance of rescue would be lost.



Many treaties were signed, but were never honoured for long, if at all, and it was rare if any slaves would be repatriated. The might of the European navies could not match those of the corsairs, these often would be under the command of white European Christian’s, who became very rich and established themselves in lavish surroundings.



Also taken into slavery by the Sultans would be black African guards, who were taken at an early age to be trained and become fiercely loyal to the Sultans and the regime, to be the absolute masters of the white European slaves.



None of this important history was taught at school, even if I knew of the Kings and Queens of British history, James I, James II, George I, and Queen Anne, but not one mention of the white slaves of North Africa.



We were again taught what was told to be taught. I had learned that the British had enslaved millions of black Africans for the American British Colonies and West Indies, how wrong it was, but nothing about how white Europeans were enslaved many years before.




We only know what we know, and yet we think we know it all.



OK, so what else is missing from my knowledge. More to follow.



An interesting book which has enlighten my knowledge, well worth a read.

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Missing information, Bronze Age.

A couple of days ago I wrote about Part of history was missing, about how perhaps we are only told as a person, an individual, as a class of students, as a community, as a nation, what those in power want us to know. They miss out what may influence to think one way, and put in things that make us believe another.
I can think back not a few years ago, to a war that split the world.
Without going into the rights or wrongs, I do not want to be involved with that, there are too issues, ifs and buts, I found it incredible to look at the belief systems of others, the understandings of different nations towards that war. Some nations were for it, others were vehemently against it.
If we take the UK (Great Britain), there was a majority for the war, yet in France there was a movement against it. But there is only fifteen miles of sea, a small stretch of water that separates the two countries. Why were the two populations taking or having two different views, understandings or beliefs as to what was going on?
At the time, I was traveling in Italy, and giving a presentation at a big congress in Bologna, housing one of the first universities of the Western World, a beautiful medieval town, full of history. I was told not to leave the congress hall, as there was a strong anti British feeling, and I could come to harm. Of cause I did, to marvel at the wonders of the town.
But why did the town folk (students) of Bologna have such a differing view to the situation than that I had, which was really neither here nor there?
Why were there so many multi-coloured peace flags hanging from balconies and windows? I had not seen one in London.
The answer is what we are being fed by the friends, colleagues, the media, newspapers, TV, radio, the establishments, the politicians, the religious leaders.
We are influenced by what information we are being given, it influences what we believe and understand.
Often there is a lot of missing information, as per the article on the way brain processing information, the deep structure and surface structure of understanding.
On a recent trip to Gaziantep, where I was and do give courses in NLP, Mind Maps and others, my host Mehpare Şayan Kileci of GAP Danismanlik took me to visit a glass museum in the town, Cam Eserler Müzesi. This museum has a glass blowing demonstration areas, fine silverware jewelry making demonstrations, and a museum of glass artifacts second to non.
 
Cam Eserler Müzesi, Gaziantep, Turkey
Glass Museum, Gaziantep

I was really interested hearing the history of the glass bottles and bowls on display, what they were used for, their odd shapes, but what got me pondering about what I was being told, was what I was taught at school about bronze and the Bronze Age history.
My mind said, and my understanding and belief was, yes there was a Bronze Age in the British history, and as I was told no different, assumed that the discovery of the making of bronze came from Britain. No-one told me that perhaps the discovery of bronze had come from the North Caucasus regions perhaps from the Maykop cultures. 
I had been taught history from the British point on view,
Suddenly my belief system was called into question, here was proof of something different to my understanding. At this museum I began to question my history lessons. There was so much missing in my knowledge.
Later whilst working in Bahrain, I came across a book and was told about white slaves in the British history. Something I was never told about in my history classes. More to follow. 
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NLP Thoughts

A story behind a pigeon orchid

There are so many metaphors, so many analogies in our daily life that can be used to transfer information to others at a deeper level without them being consciously aware of what is being said.

Part of the power of
Milton Erickson
and thus what Richard Bandler and John Grinder incorporated into NLP is the use of metaphors.
Milton Erickson when working with clients, friends of foe, would relate a story of perhaps his friend John being able to do certain things, go about doing an action in a different way, overcoming difficulties. It was whilst listening to these stories, metaphors, that the client would try to make sense of them, understand them, to go on a Transderivational Search, and in doing so would place their own understanding on what Milton Erickson was saying.
They would place their own “cat on the mat” on the analogy.
Our brain does not know what is reality at a subconscious level, what is real or what is just a thought. Yes of course most people can tell the difference on a conscious level the difference of reality and internal thoughts, but certain types of people, as depicted in the film about John Nash, A Beautiful Mind, do not have the ability to distinguish between the two states.
Thus, as a metaphor is being told, the client, the listener, will be processing the story “as if it is real” at a subconscious level, but putting their own understanding upon it by linking it to previous experiences or learnings. Once a memory trace is in the head, the brain, a story, an idea, it cannot be removed, giving the listener to possibility of choice.
I love telling metaphors in my courses, taking an idea, a comment, and weaving a story or metaphor around it to get a message across.
Sitting in my garden here in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia, there are many plants trying to grow. I say trying to grow, because the builders of the house had removed all the nourishing top soil, leaving a virtually inert sandy land, devoid of any nutrients, life giving growing material. The best way of growing plants is to grow them in pots. The grass lawn, struggles to cover the whole area, leaving patches of gravel which seems to emerge from deep below the surface, further depriving the struggling grass any foothold.

      
The heavy tropical rain, further washes away any nutrients from the soil.
Yet plants seem to survive, although growing much at a slower rate in the tropical heat.
One such plant in the garden is a palm tree, which over the eight years it has lived in the garden, has not significantly grown.
Growing within its’ stems or leaves, attaching itself to the truck of the palm is an orchid, a Pigeon Orchid, which takes its’ food from the air itself. The high humidity keeps the orchid wet enough. It again does not grow very fast, and causes no problems to anyone or thing, in fact it just goes unnoticed most of the year.
 
A pigeon Orchid roots itself to the truck of a palm,
But once a year the Pigeon Orchid sends out stems and for just one or two days, when there is a sudden drop in temperature, with wonderful perfumed flowers developing, white, fragrant, with a yellow
tinted throat. so delicate, clean. A beauty to behold.
A pigeon Orchid, resembling a pigeon in flight.
Notice 3rd from the top.
It brings with it a shock of beauty that makes you pleased that you have this in your life. Happiness, joy and love reigns.
Just as suddenly as the blooms have developed, the flowers are gone. Just two days. But you know in your heart that the experience can never be taken away from you, and if you can just wait, you will have that happiness, love and joy again, as the blooms come back, perhaps even stronger.
With the right environment, providing nutrients and food, caring and love, even the grass may grow.
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Thoughts

Old School Friends

I left school many years ago, the Chase Terrace Secondary Modern School in Staffordshire, a Midlands county in the UK. From there I was sent to a college of further education in Wednesbury, the Staffordshire College of Commerce, which was many miles away from my home town.

I was the only one from my school to take this route, and as a result, left behind my old school chums, and found new ones from different areas of the wide area of the Midlands, I lost contact with these old chums. Where are you now, Paula Dawes, Philip Green, Ronald Rose, Stuart Richardson?

To make matters worse, my working career started in the the new field of computers, which non of my old class mates had entered, and a new set of friends emerged.

My career in computers led me to moving home many times, afar a field as Saudi Arabia, again, leaving old friends behind and aquiring new ones on the way.

It is now years later I am wondering where these old friends are.

In the UK, and I expect in many countries now, there is an internet service call Friends Reunited, a site which has been going for many years, maybe predating some of the social networking sites such as Facebook. This service allows a registered person to enter in schools attended and the dates, thus allowing old class mates to make contact again. This has been further expanded to work places etc.

It was on Friends Reunited that I have found old class mates, seen what they have been doing, where they are now after all these years.
But there has been for me no physical contact, phone or eye to eye. Not like people I know who still have very good contact with ex school friends, perhaps seeing them through and sharing the different stages of their lives, the boy/girl friends, the marrage, the children, the divorce or seperation etc.
Quite different to my wife Mee Len, who over the last few days has had calls and get-to-gethers with old class mates, in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia, recalling past memories of teachers and their nicknames. Recalling old class mates, with their good points and bad. Telling where people are, how they are progessing, the stories.
Miss Loh (Science Teacher), Mooi Hua, Tai Leng, ?, Mooi Mua, Margaret Tan, Choo Moi's husband, Chooi Moi, Mee Len, Mary Siam, Gaik Lian, Kooi Yin     Kooi Yin, Tai Leng, Gaik Lian, Mee Len, Lim Booi, behind settee Mee Len's sister Mee Wah
It was good for me to witness this getting together. How friendships may never end. How once they were in groups which never mixed at school, but now over time these divisons do not exist, and they are one.
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Happy New Year

A Happy New Year, I hope 2009 will be the first of the best years of your life.

Some hours ago, as the we entered 2009 here in Malaysia, it was nothing different, many people had gone to bed, the change of the year paid little significance to the people around me.
It is the Chinese New Year that is the major time for celebration, this year at the end of January.
But to me the Chinese New Year has little significance.
It is the same with most of the festive celebrations around the world. In the UK, Europe, America, Christmas is the most important time of the year, a family time. People start saving for the next Christmas as soon as the old one has finished.
Yet, in the Middle East, Turkey, Christmas has no significance at all, it means nothing. Perhaps Eid, or Eid ul-Fitr, the end of Ramadan, is the most important time of the year.
As I sat here in Bukit MertajamMalaysia as the old year passed by and 2009 entered, I was updating my SlingCatcher software, so that I can continue watching UK TV from my home in  Norbiton Hall, Kingston upon Thames, England, everyone else had gone to bed. A few fire crackers were going off, but apart from that, I was alone and quiet.
I was then thinking, about friends in Bahrain and Turkey, just finishing work, for it was still only 6pm, 31st December 2008 there. In Italy it was only 5pm, I had only just finished talking to friends there about future engagements/courses. In the UK, they were probably just having their afternoon tea and biscuits at 4pm, yet on the East Coast of America, they were probably just waking up to start the last day of the 2008 year. A friend in Australia must be well asleep by then 3am
So what is time? Is it a construct that we humans have to use to understand where we stand in our existence. Time fits nicely into our lives, as the Earth rotates around the Sun every 24 hours which we have defined as a day, and there is a 365 cycle to this rotation which we have defined as a year.
But it is all relative to where we are standing on the Earth. 
What is the actual time? What is the actual day?
Have we got the figures right even then, because we have had to adjust our watches by one second on the 31st December 2008, to get them accurate again with actual time. Not only that, every four years we have to add on and extra day to get our timings right.
What about peoples idea of celebrating the New Year?
We in the Western/European world are now 2009, the Gregorian calendar starting January 1st, today.
Come the 25th January, the Chinese will celebrate Chinese New Year, which is 4707, the Year of the Ox. which is also known by its formal name of Yi Chou. 己丑.
In the Muslim world they follow the Hijri calendar, it is now 1430 AH. Their year approximately 28th December 28, 2008 (evening) to17th December 17, 2009 (evening).
It is all down to our culture, our beliefs, our up-bringing, which is so deep seated we will fight over who is right or wrong.
Everything is relative to how we see the world we live in.
Let us make the best we can our our world and the others, by respecting each others New Year.