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english, poetry

the republican fleet

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on November 22,2010
battleship-potemkin

The pistol slingers crack loose
The oil robbers steal loose
The earth proles lie loose
The greenback makers print loose

And with eyes in full bloom
The heartless bandits ordered
Buildings came raving
Down in free fall

How tragic the images were
From two glass grey towers people
Jumped when mournful alive and kicking they
Fell and blew their last breath

What kind of poetry gives depth
On the news about the
Imaginary and last destination
Of the earths’ prophet

No and then
The holy persons swear
Healing prayers detonate like bombs
Out of their heartless souls

The steel burned
Like fleas that’s the way they jumped up and down
The whole day from dusk till dawn
The world lay in chains to the screen in shock

Condolences rice fields
Were standing blackened and blazed

Where georgic bushes and bandits
Riff-Raff betrayed the masses with jubilation

And they cheered at him
Retarded words of shit smeared upon
The book printed experiences untrue
The type-founder melted the steel of lies

With eyes open we read the new order
The rattling chains of slaves that were bound round
Our ankles and were not put loose the printed lies
Gave way for the truth of the second desert storm

Yes and then
Shot the ruthless
With canons the meat into pieces
The barrels smelled like bitter gunpowder

Do not read drop the words
The republican fleet steams up triumphantly
And blazes loose and cheerfully
Throw your slender legs up in the air and escape

From the stairs the cracks sound hollow
Empty the eyes the glass broken the mother is falling
The youngest child in the released baby carriage
Rolls towards the lowest stone fully amazed

Which poems gave depth
To the gruesome news
About the imaginary final destination
Of the Earth’s prophet


english, poetry

war speak

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on March 30,2010
Iran_executie

He is put to death
Brought to a standstill
Because he

Is a product of the bourgeoisie that
Conspired and infiltrated within
The ranks of the revolutionaries
His purpose ruining the national economy


english, poetry

wonder

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on March 9,2010
Charles Paul Landon Icarus and Daedalus

The iron veins that move the ground
Skirt in their parallel dwindling lock
The sight of the Indian who already knew
Before our era of clouds split
By birds with stiff wings that
Rise shining to the source waiting for
A renewed exploitation similar like
The pride of the son of Daedalus

However survival has failed
That every pursuit for forces faster higher
And stronger leads to a drain
That the true nature is as it is and
That it is not for nothing that it is bounded
The general exceeds the lines of time
The loco motif derails on the bridge
The eagle descends moved by its prey

The wise man walks kneels in wonder
Surrenders his inner self to the all encompassing


english, poetry

time pierces

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on October 16,2009
https://www.hendrikhol.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/time-pierces.mp3

The locomotive is racing through
The hour of lost time
It hangs beside the Ark of Covenant
In the temple where once
Long ago
The artists and the
Creator
–
Together
–
Even had breakfast
Jam and eggs
With tea
In Japanese porcelain
Served by
A generous girl
In a kimono
On Zen’s way

Although
The guardians of the cloth
The rules of 10 | 01
And by Cloud 9
The screaming of wheels
On iron
And more scuff on the
Barren land
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Once
Long ago

Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where ever I
Once
Lived

Although
In the real time
Where clocks
Race
In a constructive way
Just like the locomotive
And more racing on the
Iron away from the poor country
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived

Although
In pierced time
Where no bells

Toll
In a constructive way
And no more racing on the water

Of the seas where
Once
The fish
Who carried the Ark
Across the universe
Connected to
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived

Although
[…]


english, poetry

little man

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on October 12,2009
Saltfield Bolivia Noah Friedman-Rudovsky for The New York Times

One day it is
Is thoroughly this day you know
Know you think in moving images
Images as simple that show me how
How small a man in this world can be
Be here he is the opposite color
Color of the world in black
Black is the sum of all is not a color really
Really is more like red or yellow and blue
Blue eyes as flowers and water and in air
Air water and sea more like Lethe in a bath

Bath as in or
Or what is it
It is not this or that
That’s more if if
If I do not remember

Know these are white squares of salt
Salt oh man salt of the Earth
Earth grain or corn in the air
Air the breathing of the heavens
Heavens the soul of this world
World sold by the man
Man oh little guy living in lilac

ToNe [NoTe] of your breathing soul
Who travels to the throne of final
Necessity


english, poetry

the unbound horizon

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on August 9,2009
De [on]geboden Einder

Here I am the opposite of
That is undamaged by any
Blissful longing for the
Endless the horizon of the egg
That creaks under the weight
Of the downturn people
The soul moves through a shadow
Cabinet of things we only know
Now and were denied first

The rarefied air cleaves
Terahertz with search lights pierce
Drones high skulls
Thinkers in other times a
Morality politely passing
Denies the dream and desire
To unbound and free association
With any obligation whatsoever as
We meet at the end


english, poetry

the all is already inside

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on August 3,2009
Einstein gyro gravity probe

There are people who think
About approaching kabbalistic ending
An inconvenient feeling

Don’t believe them
Sense only warmth
A new beginning
Unravel the button
Jump out of Pandora’s box
Unfold the one with the white parrot
Make the weight weightless

Just like the pearl girl
The golden shine in a [pa]radish
She’s arriving on the glittering water
On the earth she’s landing soft
The water on sand
The fire on water
The game of the chiaroscuro
Now is not later

The boat moves the dawning
The sparrows pick from the seeds
The buses are waiting
The mother is the father of the notion

Cornell Tajiri Einstein
In the fantasy they come to mine
And they leave again
The confusion gets out of the way

All seeing and reading with pleasure
We must in a constructive way
Build the country

Protect from the hawk’s claws

The carrying virtue is here
The face looks unending distant
The urge of being gets out of it’s senses
The all is already inside


english, essays

pink floyd – outside the wall

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on July 11,2009
The only time that I was allowed to cross a border by showing the entrance ticket of a pop concert instead of my passport was in February 1981, when I was on my way to one of the 29 performances of ‘The Wall’ by the English band Pink Floyd in the German town of Dortmund. At the end of the concert Pink Floyd showed his wished and true face. In Dortmund the wall fell 8 years before it did in Berlin. After the show the spectators shuffled in complete silence to the exit. Everyone was speechless. ‘So, you thought you might like to go to the show.’ Did I think then.

‘The Madcap laughs’

It was not a big difference for those who saw Pink Floyd in England from the middle of the sixties. Also then the ‘big audience’ was not quite used to the psychedelic compositions, the hefty performances and for many people it was too much of a thing. But hey: they were used to listening to the music of Herman Hermits and Engelbert Humperdinck.

Set up in 1965 by one of the greatest geniuses, topers and drug users that rock & roll ever brought to live, Roger ‘Syd’ Barrett, Pink Floyd grew into a huge monster that could not carry the sweet and bitter burdens of stardom and collapsed under it’s own weight. Just like Barrett, who won with ease during a contest – according to the tradition – from another collector of forbidden stimulants, Jimi Hendrix, when they swallowed LSD and Acid during an English tour. Poor Jimi. Poor Syd.

No wonder that Barrett had to leave the band after the first Pink Floyd album, ‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn’, named after Kenneth Grahame’s children’s book ‘The Wind in the Willows’, because he became just as unmanageable as his American equivalent, Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. ‘The Piper’ became next to ‘Revolver’, ‘Pet Sounds’, ‘Are you experienced?’and ‘The Velvet Underground & Nico’ one of the highlights of the experimental sixties pop.

‘The Piper’ and the two solo ‘folk’ albums that Barrett made afterwards: ‘The Madcap Laughs’ (1969) and ‘Barrett’ (1970), can still be seen as remarkable and surprisingly fresh. The special and genius of Barrett’s music lies in the contrasting and complex arrangements, bizarre breaks and rhythms that were combined with a naive, playful, childish and sweet world vision. The first singles of Pink Floyd, ‘Arnold Layne’ (about a transvestite and thus forbidden by the BBC), ‘See Emily Play’ and ‘Apples and Oranges’ had already announced this strange combination. ‘And what exactly is a joke? And what exactly is a dream?’ is typical Barrett.

His ghost kept haunting Pink Floyd; they adored him like in ‘Wish You Were Here’ (1975). During the recording Barrett showed up unexpectedly in the Abbey Road Studio’s, not even aware that this record was a tribute to him. His old band members David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters and Richard Wright, didn’t even recognize him; bold, fat and puffy as he had become. The ‘Crazy Diamond’, ‘The Piper’, had ‘Black Holes in the Sky’ and was at sea.

‘Sisyphus’

Pink Floyd, gigged in 1966 at the London underground club UFO (Underground Freak Out club), went out into space when you look at the title and cover of their second album from 1968 ‘A saucerful of secrets’ on which they played ‘Set the controls for the Heart of the Sun’. Barrett was replaced by David Gilmour, a friend, who played guitar in such way that Eric ‘Slow Hand’ Clapton looked like Speedy Gonzales. ‘Live’ the band was a sensation. They were the first rock band with a vast light-, movie- en slide show and they experimented quite loudly with quadraphonic sound, electronics, synthesizers and daily sounds. The force in this is obviously quite good on the ’69 double album ‘Umma Gumma’, one of the most experimental records of the sixties.

On this album extreme loud, chaotic psychedelic rock music was alternated with long, almost silent pieces, classical piano themes by eastern mystics. A swan lifts his wings and gets out of the water. One moment you think you are in a church, then you are at the Grand Vizier’s Garden Party in Persia, then in paradise and not much later someone is running upstairs out of a cellar to kill a fly. It had not much to do with rock or pop; Pink Floyd had become a genre at itself.

Their music already exceeded boundaries, but they added even more expressions of art. They worked with film director Michelangelo Antonioni in ‘Zabriskie Point’ (1969), choreographer Roland Petit and the determining composer of Pink Floyd after Syd Barrett, the bass guitarist Roger Waters, made together with sound artist Ronald Geesin ‘Music for The Body’. The movie ‘More’ (1969) from the Iranian – Swiss director Barbet Schoeder made clear that the experiment with multimedia was successful; that image and sound complemented each other perfectly.

In 1970 they released ‘Atom Heart Mother’. They tried to build a bridge between pop and classical music with the support of a brass band and choir. With this album the ‘symphonic’ road was confirmed definitely, although composer and conductor Leonard ‘West Side Story’ Bernstein – when he was at a performance of ‘AHM’ – did not like it at all from a symphonic point of view. He was, however, quite impressed by the other work of the band. Titles like ‘Funky Dung’ and ‘Mother Fore’ confirmed the humor of the band, like they already proved in 1969 in the Amsterdam Concertgebouw, where during the announcement of the concert the audience was asked not to smoke (!). During the concert with the title ‘The Massed Gadgets of Auximines’ there was sawing and plumbing on the stage, people drank a cup of tea en a bit later someone fell asleep. The audience, they say, stayed awake.

Also funny was ‘AHM’’s cover with cow of the graphic duo Hipgnosis, who designed almost all of their albums. Later other famous and surreal designs followed like the one with the flying pig, the business man that shakes hands with the other business man who’s on fire (‘why didn’t the first one get a bucket of water?’, you ask immediately) and the black cover with the magic prism was also made by Hipgnosis. TotalArt was the big word and that was it from the start for Pink Floyd.

The already mentioned urge to integrate or imitate (un)usual, daily sounds, dominated their records until the end. Singing birds, grunting and screeching pigs, to bake an egg, ticking clocks, a heartbeat, a jubilating stadium, bleating sheep, a crashing plane, a crying baby, barking dogs; it is only a grasping out of the collection of sounds they used.

On the legendary ‘Echoes’ from the album ‘Meddle’, with the ‘Das Boot’ (echo sounder) piano and the guitar solo that sounded more like the shrieking of an albatross than like the sound of a Fender Stratocaster, this known fact was worked out purely instrumental. The album with the working title ‘Household Objects’ (1974) on which only daily, non-instrumental sounds had to be used; they never worked it out. Months of work in the studio had given them a few minutes of music. Had they worked in the same pace, then this pioneering album would have been released in 1980. Even Sisyphus (a composition of keyboard player Richard Wright on Umma Gumma; named after the mythological Greek founder and King of Korinth) would have been collapsed under this heavy workload.

The time (1968-1973) that passed by between the departure of Barrett and the huge success of the follow-up of ‘Meddle’, ‘DSOTM’, was their most experimental. The band had lost his leader and identity; something they relieved to search for different, not yet explored, roads. A song like ‘Corrosion in the Pink Room’ belongs, according to my opinion, to their most interesting compositions. Strangely this one is never released on a regular studio album. Out of this era springs also the movie of a gig in the classic Roman amphitheatre of Pompei and the music for the movie ‘La Vallee’ of Barbet Schoeder, which was released under the title ‘Obscured by Clouds’ (1972).

‘The Dark Side of Floyd’

Well… many albums, touring and months in the studio; the big masses didn’t have a lot of interest for it. It wasn’t commercial, too difficult, no hit singles and easy tunes and melodies. To much of a thing for John Smith and his wife Joan with an Apron (that is a real Dutchy). It was much of a surprise that with their most ambitious and dark records they won over huge audiences and the world fell at their feet.

‘The Dark Side of the Moon’ (1973) became their big breakthrough. A concept album about living in the spotlights, money, lunacy, time, fame, death, god, love and homecoming. Universal themes that always lead to inspiration. The Greeks already proved that. Few were as effective in this like Pink Floyd and musically as well as lyrically it was a big yummy feast. Waters had grown into a very critical, sharp and engaged lyricist. People that do not get the chills when they hear ‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ of the under estimated and somewhat shy Wright, are emotionless.

The already mentioned and melancholic ‘Wish You Were Here’, the favorite album of Gilmour and Wright, sold very good as well and 1977 en 1979 gave us successively ‘Animals’, based on George Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’ and ‘The Wall’. All masterpieces and million sellers, although the mood became more and more dark and pessimistic.

‘WYWH’ was the first record I ever bought and is their most atmospheric album with ambient-like elements. Richard Wright is playing a key-role; the jazzy outtro of ‘Shine On You Crazy Diamond’, their last composition as a group, belongs to my favorite pieces. As if the spirit of Barrett is flying away in the wind to never return again.

‘Animals’, with the famous cover of a drawn-in flying pig between the towers of the London Battersea electricity factory, is their most virulent production, that dwarfs even Johnny Rotten in punk year 1977. Humanity exists out of three types: the ‘Dogs’ are the pragmatic business men that do anything for cash, the ‘Pigs (Three different Ones)’ are the rulers, the tyrants with their so-called morality and the ‘Sheep’ are the proletariat, the flock, the herd. The tone is bitter, the sounds are alienated and deformed.

The under-estimated ‘The Final Cut – A Requiem for the Post War Dream’ (1982) was their eulogy and an indictment against Thatchers’ Falkland War, but it was in fact a solo album of Waters. He stepped out of Pink Floyd, or Pink Floyd stepped out of Waters. Who knows & who cares? Afterwards there were only lawsuits, tours that brought in even more money. The albums that the three other members of the band; guitar player Gilmour, piano player Wright and drummer Mason released afterwards, didn’t have the ‘touch’ that brought the band a world famous reputation. The accompanying tours made the money flow all over the already filled-up cash register. The inspiration had gone.

‘Outside ‘The Wall’

However: during the few concerts of ‘The Wall’ (1980-1981), before ‘The Final Cut’, all came together. The alienation of the pop star, the worship of the golden calf on the stage, the insanity of modern age, the cool and the perfection of the electronics, the criticism against society, the play, the dance, the movies: the wall we build up against everything we are afraid of. The razor sharp spirit of Waters’ background as a war orphan (his father, a pilot at the RAF, crashed in 1944); ‘Pink’s’ fascistic paranoid thinking became in combination with Barrett’s craziness the apotheosis and most compelling what the band would bring ‘live’ on stage. The character ‘Pink’ protects himself against the angry outsiders by building a wall between himself and the audience. At the end of the first part of the concert the wall is totally erected; ‘Pink’ has disappeared. The contact with the audience is broken and he shelters ‘Comfortably Numb’ in his self chosen isolation, instead of being on stage in the spotlights.

Finally, at the end of this rock opera, after the decision of the judge that the wall has to be broken down, when it is completely blown up, after it breaks apart and ‘Another bricks in the wall’ fly round (the only hit single they had worldwide and forbidden by – because it undermined the authorities – South African’s Apartheid Regime), the band performs on stage with only acoustic instruments, between the debris. They sing ‘Outside the Wall’:

‘All alone, or in twos.
The ones who really love you.
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand.
Some gathering together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and the artists.
Make their stand.
And when they’ve given you their all.
Some stagger and fall.
After all it is not easy.
Banging your heart against some mad buggers’ wall.’

Such was the way ‘Pink’ had always wanted it to be. But is was too much, the electronics, the hunt for stardom, the loud guitars; the expectations of the big masses. Waters longed for, just like Barrett before, rest, freedom, peace, for singing birds while gardening perhaps. Just like the people from Berlin at the end of the eighties and the Palestine people, the Israelis, the Tibetans and give ’em a name these days.

And Syd himself? Apparently he is still living in the house of his parents, he is having a bicycle with a basket and a bell that rings and makes him look good, he paints, works in the garden and wants to be left at peace. In the domain of pop music no-one ever heard from him again.

He reached for the secret too soon.

For those who still didn’t get it: Pink Floyd was about ‘inner space’. Not ‘outer space’.

NB: one more time the four members Gilmour, Mason, Waters en Wright would share the stage. This happened during the Live Aid 8 festival in London 2005. Syd Barrett died at July 7, 2007; Richard Wright at September 15, 2008.


english, essays

geertje wilders and hendrik hol

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on June 25,2009

Hendrik Hol, childhood friend of Geert Wilders, is writing a film script.

The hysteria caught fire last springtime with Geert Wilders’s announcement that he was planning to make a movie about the baleful influence of the Islam. Well; the movie “Fitna” is there. Did you see it? Seldom there was so much upheaval about a cut and paste movie from which a first years’ student would receive an ear trashing (that’s a Dutchy!) of his teacher. You can start all over this first year, boy! No, that wasn’t much of a very good thing from Geertje. Three hours at You Tube and ready! All old wine in old bags (that’s a Dutchy too). Do not look at yourself. No, here in the Netherlands; we are the country with the guiding light, the country of wisdom. The steady tower in the turbulent waters of modern times. Now you know this for sure. Thanks to Geertje. Because he is seeing it the right way. It is all the mistake of the Muslim. It is always somebody elses fault.

You do not know it yet, but after this sentence you do, that the writer of these words was playing football with Geertje. We were kids those days. Playing football with Geertje did not go well. He could not play at all. Geertje was playing midfield, or in the attack on the left (I do not remember this exactly – or was it at the right?) and I was playing in the centre of the defence. Every fast forward ran past me like that and within no time it was 0-5. At VVV’03. Venlose Voetbal Vereniging (Venlo Football Club) from 1903. With yellow and black in straight lines. I do remember that I played on Puma shoes. I forgot about Geertje’s brand of shoes. I haven’t seen him in thirty years. That’s a long time ago. I could not remember that I had played football with him, until friend Rens showed me a picture of our team. There we were together on a picture, with eleven boys on red German gravel. Something like eleven or twelve years old. On the picture Geertje wasn’t Teutonic blond.

I am also writing a film script about the Islam, trying to get some attention of the media, because they do write about Geertje, but my writers’ debut isn’t read by anyone. I do not get reviewed by the press. I am not relevant, but I do not mind. Maybe I will manage this with the writing of a film script. The movie is also about the morality of the Christians. A script in which a former asylum seeker and member of the Dutch parliament is being helped in the Great, Golden Guiding Country of all Radiating Lighthouses. Thanks to the digital media it is possible to use all kinds of characters artificial, something that I have seen in Woody Allens’ “Zelig” and Robert Zemeckis’ “Forrest Gump”.

The movie is about the emancipation of human beings. About an Iranian president that is not to be trusted and threatens the world with bombs, an American president that does the same, a minister of culture in the Netherlands that like to carry hats and so forth.

It is taking place on a tourist vessel during summer in sunny Amsterdam.

On the deck below the former refugee is helped operationally to heal her from her inconvenience by a Islamic expert in clitology. The surgeon has offered even two, but one is more than enough, so she nods to the surgeon before the operation starts, but thanks anyway for your generous offer. The surgeon is an old pupil of doctor Barnard, the heart surgeon, but went down under the belt in his profession.

Finally a settlement. Are we helping each other. Everything will be alright.

Andrew Lloyd Webber is writing the film score.

As soon as the boat passes the Western church, some gay men are thrown down with their heads first by the imam of Isfahan. The man is happier than ever before. Luckily for the falling men there are a few safety nets hanging above the pink marble monument. It was a joke with the best regards from Iran. The gay men can appreciate the humor of it and kneel gratefully on the stones to the east. ‘Insjallah… Insjallah….,’ they sing grateful in choir because their lives, thanks to His Intervention, have been saved.

On the forward deck of the boat Geertje is having a competition with an Osama Bin Laden look-a-like. The real one could not be found by the producer. Worked once for the CIA and has already found the way to Isfahan; got the worst of it. Is as cold as a frog (that’s another Dutchy!), only once in a while he is put one stage again to frighten the people of the world.

Geertje is tearing a Koran into pieces and Osama’s look-a-like some bibles. Who tears number hundred apart first, wins the big price; a journey to Mecca for the Body Double and when Geertje wins it, he can travel to Rome and sit on the lap of the Pope. Normally the Pope likes it a lot younger, but for Geertje he loves to make an exception, so he promised the producer of the movie. Geertje is just upfront, but Bin Laden’s imitation speeds it up. It is 70-67 before the camera takes a close-up of the Major of Amsterdam who is shaking hands of a woman in a burqka. Her husband shakes enthusiastically the hands of a former pacifistic politician who is now cub master of a proud Greater-Netherlands movement.

The Dutch minister of Social Affairs nods approvingly and waves with one hand on his cross(ed)- crotch to spectators on the quay that got together so they would not miss anything of this spectacle.

The former asylum seeker laughs and radiates to the spectators, because her operation went by successfully. The stitches are itching and tickle like crazy, but to be certain the surgeon has used as extra support two component glue of the well-known brand Bison Clit ®. She is waving exuberant.

The former pacifist, who kicked her old party member in the back, congratulates her with this memorable fact.

All kinds of races, colors, religions; all are standing full of joy on the tourist boat.

Geertje wins with 100 – 97. The digital Bin Laden looks shameful. That this loss is happening in His Name. Geertje looks forward to sit on the lap of the Pope.

The Dutch minister of Youth and Family observes willingly and makes a cross for the Lord.

People dive into the water, swim to the ship and climb aboard. The times of the Beatles are reviving. It is a true feast. All of us are doing the polonaise. We bring up the rears, cry tears of happiness. It is peace. In the end we are all normal human beings. We are there for each other.

I am standing behind the wheel and take, completely dressed in Adam’s costume, a bite of an apple.

Intermission. Time for a liter Coca-Cola and a kilo popcorn.

In Geertje’s movie I did not see anything of the horrors that were done in the name of our Christian leaders in Iraq. It was God’s Will that war, according to some political leaders in the West. Not one bad word about God. Specially when it is His Will.

That’s why the tone of the movie is changing after the intermission. First I put a blazing photo- and film composition à la Koyaanisqatsi of Godfry Reggio. The film music is from Terry Riley. Pieces out of the “Requiem for Adam”. The accent is put from Amsterdam to abroad and I dive into history.

For example some scenes about the results of uranium bombardments by the West and mutilated babies in the city of Falluja. About the great hunger in the nineties thanks to the economic embargo against the country. About the Iraqi weapons for Islamic mass destruction of the devilish West that did not exist and also some images about the demagogic propaganda by democratic chosen leaders that learned the lessons of Joseph Goebbels inside out. About the attack on Baghdad and the bombs that the liberation bringers from the West threw over the former Garden of Eden. How a millennia old culture is blown into pieces. A few scenes about the West and his own weapon industry for mass destruction. About the war industry that earns a good deal of money with the killing of innocent civilians. Also a few pieces about the gaps in the 9-11 story, where Geertje doesn’t speak of. Public Enemy’s rap “911 is a joke” did I mix under this part of the movie.

It is also about the exploitation of our environment, the human greed. How the forests disappear, the fish as well. About factory farming.

How liberal capitalism with his egocentric dogmas do indeed mean the end of the history and the last human being, but then not exactly the way Francis Fukuyama meant it to be.

Also a few images of Al “Yes-I-should-have-been-the-next-president-of-the-United-States” Gore, who got screwed in 2000 and did not come between.

Afterwards the camera turns back in a long tracking shot, across the sea and the green pastures, in the direction of Amsterdam, to the tourist vessel. Geertje and all the others are standing on the boat; they climb with a rope on board of the Amsterdam at the Easter Dock, the replica of the former VOC ship. Those who subscribe the VOC mentality are allowed to travel with us on world tour, so I told them. We are traveling to all kind of countries that need our way of thinking, if they like it or not. We bring them the New World Order. It will be a beautiful cruise for the Rich of the Earth. A part of the cruise is also one weekend at the Cayman Islands; all participants can open a bank account to wash their black earned money white. The ship is fully booked with all kind of captains of industry that think their wallets are more important than the lives of other human beings and the environment. Also there are many presidents of countries who don’t think it is very important; the human rights and democratic institutions. In other words: the sails are full blown with “corporate and state corruption”. Just like it was in the old days. Nothing ever changes.

We sail with the Amsterdam across the North sea, round the British Islands and cross over the Atlantic Ocean. Halfway they find out that this isn’t a nice cruise, but that I had taken them with me to maul them badly; that this isn’t a nice cruise, but the final settlement of an account. Jack Sparrow, the well-known pirate captain, took over the wheel and waves his sword. George and Mahmoud are being punished for their ways of doing and thinking by a digital keelhauling. JP shares with them a wet suit. And another round under the keel. They snap deeply at breath when they stand alive on the deck, completely soaked, but not for George, because he took in a little too much water and did not survive the keelhauling. Twenty rounds later the rest is also gone. The method that is loosely imitated in Guantanamo Bay became fatal. They all found their way to Isfahan.

Geertje is set overboard in a rowing boat and is allowed to row back to his highly regarded West, that is in the direction of the East. A route planner to the Vatican is included. I shake hands and give him a shirt of our old football club VVV ’03. “Those were the days,” I yell at him when he is taking the first waves.

I get off the ship together with the former asylum seeker and the captain and I torpedo from a safe distance the wooden ship Amsterdam. Torpedos los! Bye Bye VOC. Auf wiedersehen! The explosions that accompany the end of colonial thinking, are being shown in multiple slow-motion shots from different angles. I saw that once in a movie of Antonioni.

I won’t tell you more. Maybe this script and this movie will not be made. I will not finish it. Because you never know what can happen with all kinds of threats. Or with criticism on whatever what. Before you know you have to go to jail. In the name of freedom, democracy, of the free wor(l)d. Or you find a fatwa in your mailbox. Even if you poke fun at it.

Oh yes. I almost forgot: why the writer of these words does not get any attention of the press and Geertje gets all of it. No-one knows me. Just like I do (not) know no-one. When I send my book to the press, no-one writes one word about it. Who knows it is a very badly written book. That’s what you get when you are not chosen for the parliament. I do not want that. Democracy? Where? In the USA? Really? Then you do know more that I do. Ever read something about the election fraud in 2000 and 2004? No? Google around, I would like to say. Just type it in: “Election fraud USA 2004”. Then you know immediately how it is in world’s best known democracy. Democracy in one party state China? Democracy in one party state Russia? In the Netherlands? Do you still trust voting machines? Really…? Me (and the politician) trusts completely in your gullible attitude.

Doublethink rules the world… Your vote counts. Foremost when you vote for me. When you vote for the other; through pre-programmed software the vote goes to me. No-one is able to control it. You can forget about a confirmation on paper. You do receive a proof, a contract, a legal piece of evidence for everything you do, except when you are allowed to vote once in four years for the government of your choice and when you are forced to put your responsibility in the hands of someone else. That’s quite easy for them and the one that controls everything can take a quiet nap, because whatever which way he fucks it up, you sleep like a rose, you do not wake up; you turn a deaf ear to it.

Humans like to have bread and games (that’s a Dutchy!). Olympic Games. That is what they like in Tibet: to play games. In freedom. The Chinese say: our freedom, that is important. Not the freedom of the Tibetan people. Some people like to set one against the other, to be first; that the winner takes it all and the loser nothing. Gold is everything. Silver? Bronze? Every sensible human being shrugs one’s shoulders for that. Deng Ciao Do-Ping won gold with the sport element “How to swallow cortisones” and the Dalai Lama won nine golden medals. An Olympic record! At the elements 100 meter meditation, 200 meter meditation, meditation since 1949, group meditation, meditation with a jumping-pole, meditation while standing straight, meditation in a wild water canoe, meditation on a bed of nails and meditation with two fingers in the nose he was way ahead of all the other participants. He didn’t get Tibet back for this highly acclaimed performance. Ah, the Olympic thought works most fraternizing. For all the peoples. Surely for the Tibetans and the Chinese.

We love to have dead bodies in our stomachs, many cut down trees, empty seas, crosses on a hill, Shell in the tank, bombs on people who think differently and much more of this kind of macho behavior. The one roars, the other is silent. In opposite of barking dogs there are people who chew and keep on talking. Without any manners. People like to act as if the other is less. That there is one that puts an example. The rest follows like meek sheep. I know it much better than you do. I am quite sure of that. Mèèèh.

We love it: all those polemics. To put things sharp. To set atom bombs on sharp is also something that humans do. You can always threaten with that to blaze the light out of the eyes of different thinking humans. That is what Dr. Strangelove, a character out of Adams’s debut, thinks as well. Then sister Heartfelt Love has to clear the way (but that you can read in the follow-up of Blue Earth, HaRPSiCHoRD).

Yes, satire does not know any boundaries. What has happened with our compassion for the other and our beautiful earth? The “Mirror of Fish” does, however, not know any compassion. What do you see when you look at your reflection in the water? Are you a good “Mensch” – “Man”? Do you know what it is to be humane; why “Man” has come to this “Blue Earth”? Where Jesus is hanging out? What really happened in the Garden of Eden, when Adam and Eve ate from the apple? The answers you can read in my first novel. Really funny instead of someone who is throwing with bombs, or when someone, dressed in a tent with wired gauze and haze in front of the eyes, blows up in a heavily visited market. That kind of scenes are not happening in the book. Blue Earth does not take place in Iraq.

It is a quite romantic book. It is not about playing football with Geertje. It is also not about the Islam and Christians. Makes it a lot easier. So I will not find a fatwa on my head. Or that the Great Inquisitor is following me for a piece of Christian spanking on a cross. Although I have to admit that I think that a fatwa will raise the sales of my first book to gigantic heights. Maybe I will write an essay in which I picture the Islam as the most retarded religion there is, then I am pretty sure I am nor far off with my point of view, but that’s also counts for Judaism, Christianity and other religions. Or I write a letter to the Ambassador of Iran and I apply for a fatwa. I wish they do not have a waiting list for it.

Wait… In the script I add a last scene. At the end of the movie I am together with the former asylum seeker, or at least her digital copied version. We are on a beautiful tropical island with a golden beach and quiet waves. We drink coconut milk. I call mobile with the Iranian Embassy. If they have a proof of fatwa for the both of us and if they can send it by mail. For above our bed. A well-known British-Indian writer is playing for butler and pours a few glasses of delicious rum. We can borrow his proof of fatwa for a year, so he offers. To have it already in our house, for the time being. We thank him for his generous offer. That is something I always wanted to have: a wonderful fatwa. I call with Reuters and send them a movie. In this movie I imitate with the former refugee John Lennon and Yoko Ono. We are lying on a four-poster bed. Hair Peace. Bed Peace. Fatwa Peace. On another white board I write: “Freedom of Speech”. The finally freed, no longer chased, asylum seeker spreads her legs and is pampered clitoral for the first time in her life. The thing is as firm as a rock. The beaver shot looks like the one from Paul Verhoeven’s “Basic Instinct”. She sighs deeply, shakes her hips full of delight and nods an approval. “Shake it and stir me,” she whispers film like hot in my ear.

Her will be done.


english, essays

secrets of time

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on June 18,2009

In the first part of this article I describe, mostly in my own words, my findings about the divine in nature; the first cause and carrier of all existence. These findings are founded in internal and external experience and are also based on my readings about spirituality, philosophy and physics. I mix up the sources, like a DJ takes more records and plays these together and forms thus a new piece of music. I do this to confirm my style of writing and also to leave you behind in utmost confusion.

In the second part you will find text from another website. It is a page taken from the website of the physicist Sepp Hasslberger.

1. Hendrik and his inimitable way of thinking.

The fundamental element of the cosmos is space. Space is the all-embracing principle of a higher unity. Nothing can exist without space. Space is the condition for everything that exists, in material or immaterial form, because we cannot imagine an object or a subject without space. According to old Indian tradition the universe reveals itself in two fundamental qualities: as movement and as something in which movement is taking place, namely space. This space is called “Akasa” and is such through things that appear visual; through which they possess corporeality or extensiveness.

What the Western man calls God (or in other cultures Allah, Jehovah etcetera etcetera) is nothing else than the “empty space” that filled the universe “before” creation; is the pure objective that creates, that reaches out to find the material side and which binds and expresses itself with all that is being created. This “empty space” is apparent in EVERYTHING, from the biggest object to the smallest subject. This empty air (or whatever you do call the first dimension SPACE) is the basis, the foundation of everything that exists. It is never born and it never dies, it is unchangeable, eternal, infinite, not divisible. It is apparent in the whole of existence, in the stars, the planets, in a cloud, in your left toe, so in your right ear, in a cup of tea. It is everywhere. It manifests itself by expression in the being. Or: we exist for greater part out of Him and at the same time we are in Him.

It is also called the Zero-Point-Energy (ZPE). It is what the Russian scientist Nicolai Kozyrev (1908 – 1983) calls the “AETHER”, the physical vacuüm; what means “to shine” in Greek language; in the context of light that shines. Aristoteles’ teacher Plato (both 4th Century BCE) already mentioned this. Aristoteles called it “The Potention”. “Akasa” is derived from the word “Kas” that means “beam”, “shine” and has thus also the meaning of “aether”, that is considered to be the medium of movement. The principle of movement is “Prana” , the breath of life, the all powerful, all-penetrating rhythm of the universe. It is a profound and very simple solution. The metaphysics of space and movement unifies and resolves not only the problem of the one and the many, but also of the infinite and finite, the eternal and temporary, the absolute and relative, the continuous and the separate, the simple and complex, matter and universe.

All that is, is “Brahma” and manifests itself through the five “Prana’s”; like it is written in the Indian Veda’s. The Chinese called this energy “Ch’i”. In the Jewish Torah it is called “Ein Sof”. The quantum physicist David Bohm (1917 – 1992) could have called it the “Quantum medium”.

We are creatures of light.

0 (zero) equals 1 (one).

The Egyptians equalled it as the One in the form of an “0”, as an open mouth that utters a sound: the one whole note of music. The:

O

The Indians chant the mantra “Om” to indicate the beginning and, in ecclesiastical sense the Lord of the Lords blares his copper trumpets with the first whole note of music.

Time.

The spheric constant of wave movement of space causes the activity and phenomenon of time. This confirms Aristoteles and Spinoza’s connection of movement and time and unifies most meaningful these two things to one: space. Movement is also continual, like time is. Aristoteles already said that time is identical to movement or can be seen as a property of movement. Because time is caused by (wave) movement, only matter (as a spheric wave movement of space) can experience time. Space is eternal, has always existed and cannot experience time. Out of this we can conclude that there was no Big Bang creation of space or universe. It just always existed without the notion (or motion) of time. Can we look at consciousness as motion-notion?

“Father Time” manifests himself by the spiraling movement of his own personal energetic property.

Nicolai Kozyrev has spent his life with the research of the effects of this Zero-Point-Energy (ZPE) on our measurable, material world. He came to a verifiable “force” of 0-4 to 10-5, a “force” that is so weak, that Western scientist call this insignificant. This form of energy manifests and moves like a torsion in a spiral form, which we can see in the arms of the Milky Way, in a seashell, a (red) rose; that is knowable in the “Golden Ration” and the “Fibonacci spiral”.

Dr. Hal Puthoff of Cambridge University was one of those Western scientists that looked for measurable energy in “empty space”. His experiments showed that “empty space” contained an enormous amount of energy of non electro-magnetic source. He called this, in metaphorical sense, a big boiling pot. According to his sayings a pear (like in a light bulb) of this energy would be enough to bring the oceans to a boiling point.

We assimilate this energy in the form of food, drink, by photo synthesis and through breathing, so that our bodies stay alive and can move in time.

God is called by the ascetic pure consciousness, without thoughts (like it is written in the Veda’s). Purest LOVE. The great seer, the giver of meaning, the impassive mover. It is the (empty) heaven in itself. In other words God is everywhere, in everyone, is the source from which everything sprouts. It is in the words of Kozyrev pure basic energy. This spirit, this divine spirit, characterizes itself by parabrahma; the two sides of the medal of which the inside stays unknown – we; the material bodies, are the medals and however how much we will investigate all of the (out)sides, only by turning inwards we can find the core, the source. So, also, we already find ourselves in heaven.

If men let go of all thoughts, forms, feelings, desires, dreams, projections, things (etc.); than he will find his own base. He is then immortal, becomes one with God; the drop that flows into the ocean of unlimited basic energy; of which he already is a part of, of which he thinks that he is separated in his daily existence and where he, after his physical dying, will go into again; in the ocean of pure consciousness.

The God Proof has been written down in countless ways, but is scientifically not demonstrable, because it is the objective state of being itself, something that was not measurable until the works of Kozyrev. The Danish philosopher Kierkegaard (1813 – 1855) had mentioned already that the “Proof of God” could never been given, because it is about the spiritual and so the non-materialistic; something that cannot be know by humanistic (scientific ) knowledge. Apparently Kozyrev gave the scientific answer. Note: this Zero-Point-Energy filled the universe before there was a material shaped world and moves it because of his own will power.

It is in fact consciousness “above and in” matter. One in diversity. All that is manifest has as basis the one, the “Aether”. The life, the so-called separate existence, is to be in dialogue with the “higher” consciousness; are the dialogue itself. Our deeds and thoughts are the “One”. We are the (self)reflection of cosmic consciousness. In the quantum mechanics it is said that the observer influences the observed; the fact is factual thanks to the observer and the interaction (the observation) with the observed. It is like a triangle, the trinity. Is the wave (the spiral form?) and the particle one? It just is and it is neither wave nor form, such we only perceive. Space itself is the source of all.

2. Kozyrev: Aether, Time and Torsion

The Russian scientist Dr Nikolai Kozyrev is in many ways a forerunner – the father of today’s efforts to re-interpret physics in a way that does not contradict intuitive understanding. Our efforts to reconcile the inherent contradictions of the standard model of physics, firmly based as it is on Einstein’s relativity and Quantum Mechanics, have brought less than satisfying results.

Kozyrev has measured spin or torsion field effects at a time when Western science was busy smashing atoms into ever smaller fractions. He investigated time and the aether before most of us in the West ever thought of questioning the workability of our modern interpretations of the universe.

Dramatic scientific evidence that all of physical matter is formed by an “aether” of invisible, conscious energy has existed since at least the 1950s. Renowned Russian astrophysicist Dr. Nikolai A. Kozyrev (1908-1983, pronounced Ko-zir-ev,) proved beyond any doubt that such an energy source had to exist, and as a result he became one of the most controversial figures in the history of the Russian scientific community. The awesome implications of his work, and of all those who followed him, were almost entirely concealed by the former Soviet Union, but with the fall of the Iron Curtain and the advent of the Internet we are finally gaining access to “Russia’s Best-Kept Secret.” Two generations of remarkable research by thousands of Ph.D. level specialists have emerged from Kozyrev’s seed findings, which completely change our understanding of the Universe. With our prominent mention of him in this book, we hope to permanently establish his historical importance and impact to our colleagues and readers.

THE AETHER SCIENCE OF DR N. A. KOZYREV.

Dramatic scientific evidence that all of physical matter is formed by an “aether” of invisible, conscious energy has existed for decades. Renowned Russian astrophysicist Dr Nikolai A. Kozyrev (1908-83) proved beyond any doubt that such an energy source had to exist, and as a result he became one of the most controversial figures in the history of the Russian scientific community. The awesome implications of his work, and of the work of all those who followed him, were almost entirely concealed by the former Soviet Union, but with the fall of the Iron Curtain and the advent of the Internet we are finally gaining access to “Russia’s best-kept secret”. Two generations of remarkable research by thousands of PhD level specialists has emerged from Kozyrev’s seed findings, which completely change our understanding of the Universe.

An unseen medium of energy.

The aether’s existence was widely accepted without question in scientific circles until the early 20th century, when the Michelson-Morley experiment of 1887 was co-opted to “prove” that no such hidden energy source existed. However, more recent breakthroughs involving “dark matter”, “dark energy”, “virtual particles”, “vacuum flux” and “zero point energy”, to name a few, have brought reluctant Western scientists to acknowledge that there must indeed be an unseen energy medium throughout the Universe. As long as you use a benign term like the “quantum medium” and not the forbidden word “aether”, you can talk about it in the mainstream press without much fear of ridicule. One early example of proof for the existence of the aether comes from the respected physicist Dr. Hal Puthoff. He frequently mentions experiments from the early 20th century, conducted before quantum mechanics theory even existed, that were designed to see if there is any energy in “empty space”. In order to test this idea in the laboratory, it was necessary to create an area that was completely free of air (a vacuum) and lead-shielded from all known electromagnetic radiation fields by using what is known as a Faraday cage. This airless vacuum space was then cooled down to absolute zero or -273°C, the temperature where all matter should stop vibrating and thus produce no heat. These experiments proved that instead of an absence of energy in the vacuum, there is a tremendous amount of it, from a completely non-electromagnetic source!

Dr. Puthoff has often called this a “seething cauldron” of energy in very high magnitudes. Since this energy could still be found at absolute zero, this force was dubbed “zero point energy” or ZPE, whereas the Russian scientists usually call it the “physical vacuum” or PV. Established mainstream physicists Dr John Wheeler and Dr. Richard Feynman calculated that the amount of zero-point energy in the space volume of a single light bulb is powerful enough to bring all the world’s oceans to the boiling point! Clearly, we are not dealing with some weak, unseen force but, rather, a source of almost impossibly grand power which would have more than enough strength to sustain the existence of all physical matter. In the new view of science that is emerging from aether theory, all four of the basic force fields, whether gravity, electromagnetism, weak nuclear force or strong nuclear force, are simply different forms of the aether/ZPE.

Professor M. T. Daniels found that the density of the gravitational energy near the surface of the Earth is equal to 5.74 x 1010 (t/m3). (Let us not forget that gravity would simply be another form of aether in this new model.) Prof. Daniels’s finding means that drawing a sizeable 100 kilowatts of this “free energy” power from the gravitational field dips into an extremely tiny 0.001 per cent of the natural energy that is being produced in that area. (See New Energy News, June 1994, p. 4.)

Research conducted by Dr Nikola Tesla led to his statement in 1891 that the aether “behaves as a fluid to solid bodies, and as a solid to light and heat”, and that under “sufficiently high voltage and frequency” it could be accessed – which was his hint that free energy and anti-gravity technologies are possible. Let us pay special attention to Tesla’s statement that the aether has a fluid-like effect when we are dealing with solid objects, as this ties in directly with the work of Dr N. A. Kozyrev.

Rethinking matter.

In order to truly grasp Kozyrev’s work and related findings, certain new analogies for physical matter are required. Kozyrev’s work forces us to visualize all physical objects of matter in the Universe as if they were sponges submerged in water. In this analogy, we should consider the sponges as having remained in water for a long enough period of time that they are completely saturated. Bearing this in mind, there are two things we can do with such sponges underwater: we can decrease the volume of water that they contain or increase it by very simple mechanical procedures.

1. Decrease: If a submerged, saturated sponge is squeezed, cooled or rotated, then some of the water inside of it will be released into its surroundings, decreasing its mass. Once the sponge is no longer disturbed, the pressure on the millions of tiny pores is relieved, causing it again to absorb water and expand back to its normal resting mass.

2. Increase: We can also pump more water into the sponge in its rest state, such as by heating (vibrating) it, thus causing some of the pores to expand with more water than they can comfortably hold. In this case, once we relieve the added pressure, the sponge will naturally release its excess water and shrink back down to its normal resting mass.

Though it would seem impossible to most people, Kozyrev showed that by shaking, spinning, heating, cooling, vibrating or breaking physical objects, their weight can be increased or decreased by subtle but definite amounts. And this is but one aspect of his amazing work.

Dr Kozyrev’s background.

Since the Western world is largely uneducated about Kozyrev, some biographical and research information is in order. Far from a being a “crank” or “crackpot” scientist, he was in fact considered one of the eminent Russian thinkers of the 20th century. Kozyrev had his first scientific paper published at the tender age of seventeen, and other scientists were amazed by the depth and clarity of his logic. His main work was in astrophysics, where he studied the atmospheres of the Sun and other stars, the phenomenon of solar eclipses and radiation equilibrium. By age twenty he had already graduated from the University of Leningrad with a degree in physics and mathematics, and by age twenty-eight he was widely known as a distinguished astronomer who had taught at several colleges.

Kozyrev’s abundant life took a most unfortunate and difficult turn in 1936, when he was arrested under the repressive laws of Josef Stalin, and in 1937 he began 11 torturous years enduring all the known horrors of a concentration camp. In this state, he mused deeply upon the mysteries of the Universe, paying attention to all the patterns that exist in life, wherein so many different organisms show signs of asymmetry and/or spiraling growth. From his illuminated observations, Kozyrev considered that all life-forms might be drawing off an unseen, spiraling source of energy, in addition to their normal properties of gaining energy through eating, drinking, breathing and photosynthesis.

Kozyrev theorized that things such as the direction of a shell’s spiraling growth and which side of the human body will contain the heart are determined by the direction of this flow. Should there be an area somewhere in space-time where the energy flow spiraled in the opposite direction, then he would expect shells to grow in the opposite direction and the heart to be in the opposite side of the body cavity. Kozyrev suggested that life couldn’t form in any other way, because it is actively drawing off this spiraling energy to sustain itself and must therefore follow its proportions every step of the way. In this sense, we can think of the skeletal system as an “antenna” for this energy.

When Kozyrev was finally rehabilitated from the prison camp in 1948 and could return to his field of expertise, he made many predictions about the Moon, Venus and Mars, which were validated by Soviet space probes more than a decade later. This then earned him the distinction of being a major pioneer in the Soviet space race. In 1958, Dr Kozyrev again aroused worldwide controversy by proclaiming that the Moon exhibits volcanic activity in the Alphonsus crater.

US Nobel Prize winner Dr Harold Urey was among the small group who believed that Dr Kozyrev’s theory of volcanic activity on the Moon is correct, and he urged NASA to conduct an investigation. As a direct result, NASA launched the enormous Moon Blink project, which later confirmed Dr Kozyrev’s assertions by finding significant gas emissions on the Moon.

However, not all of Kozyrev’s work was quite so readily assimilated into the mainstream world of NASA.

The science of time.

In the winter of 1951-52, Dr Kozyrev began his foray into the world of exotic physics, with the first of what became an exhaustive series of 33 years’ worth of very intriguing and controversial experiments. As we said, the spiraling energy patterns in nature unveiled themselves to the initiated eyes of Dr Kozyrev while in the concentration camp. His “direct knowledge” informed him that this spiraling energy was in fact the true nature and manifestation of “time”.

Obviously, he felt that “time” as we now know it is much more than just a simple function for counting duration, Kozyrev urges us to try to think of a cause for time, something tangible and identifiable in the Universe that we can associate with time.

After pondering this for a while, we see that time is ultimately nothing but pure, spiraling movement. We know that we are tracing a complex spiraling pattern through space thanks to the orbital patterns of the Earth and solar system.

And now, “temporology”, or the science of time, is under continual active investigation by Moscow State University and the Russian Humanitarian Foundation, inspired by Dr Kozyrev’s pioneering work. On their website, they state:

“In our understanding, the ‘nature’ of time is the mechanism [that brings about] appearing changes and occurring newness in the world. To understand the ‘nature’ of time is to point to … a process, a phenomenon, a ‘carrier’ in the material world whose properties could be identified or corresponded with those of time.”

This may seem strange at first glance, since a tree falling in your yard could be seen as a result of a strong wind, not of the “flow of time”. However, you must then ask yourself what caused the wind to blow. Ultimately, the motion of the Earth on its axis is most responsible. Hence, all changes are caused by some form of movement, and without movement there can be no time.

Several of the scholars whose papers are published through the Russian Institute of Temporology agree that if Kozyrev had changed his terminologies and use of the word “time” to more common scientific terms such as “the physical vacuum” or “the aether” , then many more people would have been able to understand his work sooner in the ensuing years.

Torsion physics.

In 1913, Dr. Eli Cartan was the first to demonstrate clearly that the “fabric” (flow) of space and time in Einstein’s general theory of relativity not only “curves”, but it also possesses a spinning or spiraling movement within itself known as “torsion”.

Most people are unaware that it is now generally accepted that the space surrounding the Earth and perhaps the entire galaxy has “right-handed spin”, meaning that energy is influenced to spin clockwise as it travels through the physical vacuum.

According to Sciama et aI., static torsion fields are created from spinning sources that do not radiate any energy. However, once you have a spinning source that releases energy in any form, such as the Sun or the centre of the galaxy, and/or a spinning source that has more than one form of movement occurring at the same time, such as a planet that is rotating on its axis and revolving around the Sun at the same time, then dynamic torsion is automatically produced. This phenomenon allows torsion waves to propagate through space instead of simply staying in a single “static” spot. Thus, torsion fields, like gravity or electromagnetism, are capable of moving from one place to another in the Universe.

Furthermore, Kozyrev proved decades ago that these fields travel at “super luminal” speeds, meaning that they far exceed the speed of light. If you can have an impulse that moves directly through the “fabric of space-time”, travels at super luminal velocities and is separate from gravity or electromagnetism, you have a significant breakthrough in physics – one that demands that a “physical vacuum”, “zero-point energy” or an “aether” must really exist.

Torsion field experiments.

Dr. Kozyrev’s experiments began in the 1950s and were conducted since the 1970s with the ongoing assistance of Dr. V. V. Nasonov, who helped to standardize the laboratory methods and the statistical analysis of the results. Detectors using rotation and vibration were specially designed and made that would react in the presence of torsion fields, which Kozyrev called the “flow of time”.

It is important to remember that these experiments were conducted under the strictest conditions, repeated in hundreds or in many cases thousands of trials and were written about in extensive mathematical detail. They have been rigorously peer-reviewed, and Lavrentyev and others have replicated the results independently.

Going back to our earlier analogy, we said that matter behaves somewhat like a sponge in water. If we do something to disturb the structure of the sponge, such as squeeze it, spin it or vibrate it, then it will release some of its water back into its environment.

Over the years, all of the following processes were discovered to create a “time flow” of torsion waves in the laboratory, due to their disruption of matter in some form: the deforming of a physical object; the encounter of an air jet with an obstacle; the operation of an hourglass filled with sand; the absorption of light; friction; burning; the actions of an observer, such as a movement of the head; the heating or cooling of an object; phase transitions in substances (frozen to liquid, liquid to vapor, etc.); dissolving and mixing substances; the fading death of plants; non light radiation from astronomical objects; and sudden changes in human consciousness. Other than the perplexing final item related to consciousness, we can readily see how each process is disturbing matter in some way, thus causing it to absorb or release minute amounts of its aetheric “water”, which fits perfectly with our sponge analogy.

Even more importantly, the fact that strong emotional energy could also cause a measurable at-a-distance reaction has been repeatedly documented not just by Dr. Kozyrev but many others, and this is where our concepts of psychic phenomena and consciousness come into the picture.

Such concepts became even bigger news after the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States, when Dean Radin and his team at the Institute of Noetic Sciences were able to measure a tremendous change in the behavior of computerised random-number generators surrounding the time immediately before and after the attack.

The data show that, somehow, a change in the mass consciousness of humanity affected the behavior of electromagnetic energy in computer circuits around the world, especially those computers nearest to North America. This suggests that torsion waves and consciousness are essentially identical manifestations of intelligent energy.

Aiding and shielding torsion effects.

Returning to the more “comfortable” arena of physical matter, Kozyrev’s work showed that torsion fields can be absorbed, shielded or sometimes reflected. For example, sugar can absorb, polyethylene film and aluminim can shield and other forms of aluminum or mirrors can reflect.

Kozyrev found that in the presence of this energy flow, objects that are rigid and inelastic show weight changes, whereas flexible, elastic objects show changes in their elasticity and/or viscosity. Kozyrev also showed that the weight of a spinning top changes if it is vibrated, heated or cooled or if it has an electric current passed through it.

The Einstein-Cartan theory, which in 1913 established a theoretical basis for the existence of torsion fields, predicts that there is either right-handed or left-handed torsion in space, depending on the location. Subsequent discoveries in quantum physics related to the notion of “spin” confirmed that “electrons” have “right-handed” or “left-handed” spin, meaning that movement will be detected that is either clockwise or counterclockwise. All atoms and molecules maintain varying degrees of balance between right- and left-handed spin. Kozyrev determined that strongly right-handed molecules such as sugar can shield torsion effects, whereas strongly left-handed molecules such as turpentine strengthen them.

Subsequent Russian investigations also determined that common polyethylene film acts as an excellent shield for torsion waves, and these findings were used in many different experiments such as those discussed by Dr. Alexander Frolov. (…)


english, prose | proza

HaRPSiCHoRD: preview chapter 1

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on March 1,2009
THE AFTERGLOW spans the low horizon and puts the North sea in full blaze. Formations of cumulus clouds pass over stately high in purple, yellow and gold. The neighbors are standing on the dyke. They have no attention for the sun and its vibration of the evening song. They are having an argument. Always the same at eating time. They walk out of my view; their voices fade away. The window closes and I concentrate on my daily work. Today. I stay at home this evening. Don’t make my way outside. It is cold and drizzling. Don’t understand why they like to spend time outside in this cold with wrangling. In a minute they grin again to each other. Always the same song. I already said it. The curtains I slide. De heater is on twenty and in the kitchen the potatoes are on ninety. Just as the Brussels sprouts. Steamed vegetables. Lovely Holland. In a house at the dyke. Not very far from Amsterdam. The wind blows firm. It is fierce and it draughts through the chinks. But I don’t have them. Chinks. A green house. Most functional. The cold outside doesn’t bother me at all. Don’t have to look at it. Except when I go outside. Then I pull it nice and warm around me. You will not hear any complaint from me. For me all the weather is OK. If it hails or when the sun is shining. I love it all. That’s the way it is in this world. With the climate it’s the same. It will have it’s time. It can freeze and it can thaw. Sometimes it snows in April. But now it is March. She is not here anymore. She is gone. Where to, I don’t know. Two months ago, in the beginning of January, we have strewed her ashes. But now it is March. I am at home. Like so often. I steam the Brussels sprouts and so forth. But that you already knew. I am having a replay, but that’s what they always say, that after the first part of the story, the second part is directly and immediately a big disappointment. No more subjects for conversation. I talk with a lisp, once in a while. If such is correct English, I don’t know. Maybe we don’t write that anymore. That time has passed by. It will have it’s time. In a hundred years: it will hev its tid. Or something else. It can be like that, just as well. Just like it is freezing. Inside. Actually outside, but I typed inside. It’s a long lane that has no turning. A shudder pulls up my spinal marrow and the wind from outside, just through the window, passes me, into the hall of my house at the water and I walk to the kitchen. The fireplace is on. The sprouts are almost done. I like the sprouts to have a solid bite, some butter, a snuff of salt and nutmeg. That is something you do not want to spurn at a cold winter day in Holland. But that you already knew. Start to become senile. The old age comes with quick steps. Am as fit as a fiddle. Most happily. If all goes on, then one time you’re no longer there. Before you know it. Then he’s got a hold on you. He is. That sounds beautiful. He is. I can smell the earth. The Occident has come. Comes nearer with quick footsteps. In leather trimmed shoes. I walk to the living room. Sit behind the harpsichord and hit the si. That’s all. Resonates quite nice. Who is that man walking on the dyke? I don’t know him. Is quite sure the last time I ever see him. Go to the kitchen. The sprouts are ready. I strain them off and put the ingredients on top. Take a bit. Another one. Nice. Exactly right. Just like the sweet potatoes. Real solid green and white. I like to eat colors. Is healthy. Tomorrow red cabbage. With yellow-green apples. Is just as healthy, but really different. Every day something else. E ve ry. Sounds nice as well. E ve ry. And he is. He and she. We. I put the food on a Delft plate. Go at Safari. Later. At eight the kids are coming and we will go to the hurdy-gurdy at the parvis. They are now at my place. For a few months. They are already in their fifties. And no more kids for a long time. I am old and as fresh as a daisy. Eve is no longer. A tear is falling on the oak. Another one. What an adventures. Our times together. It was beautiful. I love her. Still. It never passes away. Also now when she is no longer here. Absent-minded. That’s how I feel. I am doing fine. Am as fit as a daisy. Only mentally it does not go the way it was before. I am going downhill and sometimes I forget things. Am also sad. Not because of me or the life. The most simple things. Things I just did. Damn. The food. I just finished the book about our live. About all of our adventures. Before I have forgotten it. You never know. For the same account I am taking the other way soon. Are you being run over by a truck. I cannot have that. Have to take a pee. It clinks well in yellow against the porcelain. I can piss like a heron. I lift one leg. Real funny. Now cross-wise like a dog. In the middle of the loo. Are the neighbors still barking outside? Before you know you are no longer there. You it. The end of part two of our series. First part was Blue Earth. Second part as well. Is called part two: HaRPSiCHoRD. Life is over like that. Eve is no longer here. Will never see her again. God dammit I feel totally bullocks. Am never abusive. But now I do. How was it like again? Her voice I can still hear. Her rattling laugh. The sound of her voice. My father’s I forgot. How my mother caressed me, I don’t remember it since a long time. Must have been sweet. Eve always caressed me with great interest. Each nerve she knew to move with full affection. But now not anymore. I need your touch. Like the moon needs the power of the earth. Your slim fingers on my forehead, my eyebrows. I never forget. Your footsteps I see them drawn in the wet sand. I pull the hair from the Paris’ brush and put them in the toilet. Flush them. Fuck the food. I run into the kitchen and take the Delftware from the table. Looks deliciously. The heat springs from the vegetables. Mm. Really delicious and crispy. So, that is delicious. Just enough. I clean the kitchen. The work for today is done. That’s the way it is. Her ash we have put, the three of us: me, Adam, my daughter Evgeniya and stepson Daniil, into ten or so coconuts and let go of them in the middle of the quiet, in the sun bathing, bay of Pattaya. The sea was light and clear, transparent blue. Mammatus clouds floated closer to us. We had never seen them before. According to Evgeniya Eve was hiding behind them. Thought it as well. Was her farewell present. Typical clouds; just like a woolly curled feather-bed. She sat on top of it. The waves became high and wild and we had to sail to the coast quickly. We were sitting under the protection of a tropical wooden roof and toasted to her, to the closed clouds. I tell you we all must die. The mother of our children is no longer. She enriched the earth with her deeds, her thoughts; the sea with her grey, granular ash. The coconuts have sunk for sure when the storm broke loose. Embraced by the sand on the bottom of the sea. Left the living. Out of there the transformation begins. Thanks to the transformation we are born. Are we all. For me the Occident has begun. I sit down in the leather arm-chair in front of the window, pull the curtain aside and look over the land, the sea in sight. A catamaran is skimming over the grey-green waves. My ship is rising his sails soon. My hands are resting relaxed on the wooden arm rests. Why does the treacherous fate divide what he once put together full of love? An old song opens the door in my head. A whiff of wind blows into the living room. I look up from my arm-chair, turn my head to the hall with one hundred mirrors. There is someone standing in the opening of the door.
‘You know who I am,’ he says.
The speaker is an angel. A golden and yellow lady-bird sits on his left shoulder. He closes his eyes and moves his lips. ‘It’s time we should be going.’

The evening sun shines gently
Upon these quiet meadows
Radiating rest and bliss
Upon every creature
It draws light and shade
Upon the flower-strewn field
And on the green grass
The crystalline dew sparkles

Here in the play of breezes
By the happy choir of birds
Profound feelings of rapture climb
In my breast
I breathe sweet joy
Into my head
And grief and sorrow fly from me
Into the mild evening glow

To you, who spread the glow of dusk
About the heavens
And send sweet night-sounds
Across this meadow
To you I devote this heart
Suffused with pure gratitude
It will still throb joyously
Even if once life begins to flee


english, poetry

before the dawning

  • Posted By Hendrik Hol
  • on November 18,2008

 

Show me the
Love of my life
It is the beginning of times
Here’s looking at you, kid

Running running running running…
For the dawning is rising
Don’t go away
Now the time goes by

Play the piano Sam
Play it now!
Goddammit!
Stop playing the piano!

One more time please
Play it for me just this one night
You know it is the beginning
The beginning of a beautiful friendship

What can I do?
Play it once
For old times sake
I do not drink saké

Sing it Sam
Sing it for me
As times goes by
Never ever the times passes by

We’ll always have Paris
Always on top of the tower of Eiffel

You were dancing there for me dressed in blue
Like Lisa did in Blumenfeld’s photograph

[And I climb up like Semonila Pilchard dressed in grey]

We crossed the river Seine
Like we crossed so many rivers before
The Chao Phraya River Meusse
The Rhine The Amstel river

Together always
Kiss me once
One more time
Like the very first time

Kiss me once as if it were
The very very last time
Here for you a lovely kiss
Please come with me

You must go now
You must leave me behind
This could be like eternity
Stay with me always

Always at the beginning
Always together holding hands
I am looking at you[r][,] kid
For the dawning is ascending

Feel! A kiss is just a kiss
Hear! A sigh is just a sigh
Over and over
We are taking the way

 

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