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Why War No More…

Posted in Current affairs, Poetry, politics, Stories and reviews, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 7, 2017 by kathydasilva

Traveling home tonight on the bus, I met a young man, who had his legs across from one seat to the seat opposite. It was at the time, when hardly any seats are free, I had ended up sitting next to him, but, he did explain that his leg had been injured, and therefore, he was resting it. He was from Afghanistan, and his story was amazing and awful, in one go. He lived with his brother, his brother, supposedly was looking after him. But, at twenty three, you would normally in this country be seeking some independence. He said, he was housed in with his brother, but, had no benefits, he looked disabled, but, was able to work a bit. He showed me his left arm, and it was not a good shape, apparently a bad mend to a broken arm, from a car accident in his native Afghanistan. His chest was partially caved in, too. He was slight and thin, and he told me he was very hungry. His brother, was supposed to be looking after his needs, but, it seemed he only afforded him one evening meal and that was something like a cheap chicken and chip take out. He worked for his brother on a building site, but, with no wage, only his living needs shelter and accommodation paid for, and £20 on a Oyster card. Is this a form of enslavement? I tried to give him some advice for his own sake, but too, his leg needed an X-ray. I hope he went onto the hospital. I came home, put a crumpet in the toaster, and felt sad and horrid and all those things, because, I believe he genuinely was hungry. It has become that bad, that the poorer people who travel by bus have taken to asking strangers for the odd pound or two to stay alive. It is time the Conservatives delved into their pockets for genuine change for the good.

I had just tried to catch something of the Craig Murray trial or pictures outside the Royal Courts of Justice today. Why is Jake Wallis Simons summoning, this wonderful human rights speaker to court? Why is trying to analyze world political situations creating such unease? Is someone afraid of the truth ‘leaking out’? The slow drip colander sifting through debris left by uneasy war cry in countries most of us have not frequented ever, and certainly would not think of as a holiday destination for some time to come. And yet, Afghanistan has a history, and there were good places to visit, and for what it is worth, overnight cultural historical sites are and have been demolished, and artifacts and wonders of ancient other ages, plundered. He spoke he said in Persian the boy on the bus. Who creates these uneasy wars? The war wounded are beginning to emerge, from behind the ruined walls. Craig Murray, often speaks on human rights issues. He was blogging about how Israel was destroying the homes of Palestinian residents, and stealing the land, for their own homes. I cannot see how it might seem right to do this thing. If someone decided to bulldoze my living quarters, I would be pretty traumatized, and devastated. I understand the need for calm though from the Israeli view point of wanting to maintain some semblance of a democratic society, amidst  a neighborhood of Arabic states who mainly have very dominant leaderships, and possibly to our western eyes, these seem like dictatorships as the countries do depict, their leaders on posters, like a kind of big brother approach, that the leader can see all that is going on at all times. Yes well done Israel, for maintaining the election systems. The Palestinian children, should be enjoying childhood however. I cannot condone, a system, that jails a juvenile, without the proper process. We do have juvenile courts in England, but, kids, who throw stones out of inherited hate, why are they ‘shot at’ with guns. Too much killing over land. The sale of arms to Arabs? Why anyone can justify this while watching Yemen’s children starve?

Yes what can Craig Murray possibly have said to Jake Wallis Simons of the Daily Mail. It all centered on the talk about the difference of the word Zionism, and Semetism.. two words really.. Zionism, is a slightly more modern, term, and possibly more secular in meaning, more about the state of Israel, than the inherited religion and it’s weight and value to the world. Yes, Holy Israel.. we would love you more if you spoke of your Messiah Jesus. That would be my personal wish. Humanism, versus faith religions. Is this whole argument a product of our modern age? I cannot see anything, wrong with good debate, there is no insult intended. Yet there the argument is, Craig thinking, like a lot of humanitarian people, that you cannot just stand by while one nation applies such damming force against another ‘tribe’, who after all, the other tribe, could be anyone. Jesus did say with the new Covenant that all that went previously  before, was changed. He was the pascal lamb, the last sacrifice required. The new Covenant is achieved already. All men can be free if they chose it. This though plain and simple is exactly the truth of our God. And be like little children who come unto Me, says God. I prefer to choose our loving God, Jesus. And all human troubles are the troubles we all have to live with. We after all are in an incomplete world if God is not with us. Heaven and earth will pass away and a new Heaven and a new Earth will be made in its place. Revelation. And still who bothers to now listen to the Word of God. In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God. It is the first line of the bible, and it always fascinates me. If all men have the right to be Holy, then, why is it that just one section of the world community cannot share that loving God? If the row between Craig Murray and Jake Wallis Simons is purely about racial origins? Craig makes the point that the Labour MP’s who have been brought up ‘sharp’ about their opinions, in the press, with the press ever trying to indict our Jeremy Corbyn with one accusation or another, one of which seems to be ‘antisemitism’. The suggestion is that if you ‘accuse’ Israel of anything but, fair play in politics, then you are being critical of the whole Jewish race. I think this is the argument. But, I am so mindful, of a book I read about the second world war. I am so mindful, because it genuinely disturbed me. There was something very noxious about the Nazi mentality. There was something so ‘corrupting’ about the forces at work, around that period of war. There was report of Germany encouraging Jewish people to return to their homeland, and be spared their lives, but, too, that they would be ‘allowed out of the country’ on some agreed conditions. The conditions economically benefited Germany. And something too, and this will sound terrible but, I must say it, that just suppose if Germany with its warrior spirit or the original planners of World War Two, who decided, that this was the way to control ‘us’ the caretakers of God’s word and creation, put among us some ‘terror’. And the ‘terror’ lets call the it a human, one with deceit written in his heart. This ‘terror’, would influence, the world to further wars, when it suited. But, this man, would not be honest not an honest person at all. People it is said are powerful if they have money or knowledge and sometimes both. The German fascists were genuinely terrified of a true God, because after all He could intervene, and inspire, courage and strength in the faithful. And God looked after our ‘rights’, our rights of passage. Our rights to life. Have you ever wondered why our age has become so material? There is something very flawed about our material obsessions. There is the side of me that says Israel is very brave, because it is situated in the midst of Arab lands on all sides. But, we have to show grace. We have to be better than any enemy, we cannot be found guilty of hurting ‘innocence’.  And this again is where Craig Murray holds up an argument of pure humanitarian concerns, with the people who are neighbors to Israel. And I hear from God …what if everyone could realize that they could reach to the heavens for forgiveness, and the love of God? What if the Good News ..got out? All transgressions forgiven, all can be saved should they turn to the Truth, but, and yes it will be, the doorway, is labelled with the glorious sign.

King of glory my Savior is His goodness faileth never. ..here is where you enter, Jesus says all can come but, they must come through Me…. the portal.

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The Incomprehensible!

Posted in Autobiography, Biography, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2017 by kathydasilva

I have it is true a fascination for learning about computing, but, so far, the more I have delved, the worse, the old software/ computer, becomes and now I have found most of my files, sitting on my USB software files, as if it is a memory stick! Not actually on the stick part, but, inside the software on the computer? Well, update time, is due, and perhaps a change of machine. I am thinking, now, that not much is safe these days if held somewhere in transit on the internet either. Oh hail the old typewriter, for it was only the business of words to worry about, and I completely understand Will Self, for treating the whole business of internet as a thoroughly annoying distraction too.

I seem drowned in fear of ‘invasion’, however, and whatever, form, it might take, for my thoughts are precious , even if others, may think they are not. Privacy became an issue in all the debate about state surveillance, and the machine, the main culprit being the computer and its software, the main net, literally.  Glenn  Greenwald is about to come and talk in England, hooray! It took some time, and probably a vat full of courage, to tread on our soil again. I hope, we all are there, and overflowing with some appreciation for his wonderful efforts and writing. The new book, idea I had a week ago for publishing my blog pages, the ones I had to take off, are nearly ready to upload, but, I want to add some other pieces, and illustrate, the cover, maybe with some cartoon art. And progressively, I have been moving toward, some more art and essay work.

Sundays for me now are about keeping my sanity over, the whole thing of change, and adjustment. My sister, Alison, died two years ago, from motor neurons, and it is only now, that the absence of her calls, letters, and family moments, at Christmas, has begun to sink in. I had a tearful moment last Christmas, but, I have progressed through this year, surprisingly more focused than, the year in which she passed. And am about ready to get back to the main chunk of Storm.  Autumn is my favorite time, and we the ‘English’ can get back to our classrooms and are educative processes. The rigor of all that is ‘usual’.  It is like a gift the way I am feeling now. When I went to art school in Winchester, there were earlier memories, accompanying me, and the historical element of the buildings, and the earthy nature, almost suggested within the  building fabric especially the churches, and the courtyard flagstones. The town, is a true scale of what a person, can endure, without feeling lost. Such happy memories of sitting eating tea with my father as Alison tried for entrance for St Swithun’s School. Had she passed, both myself and Alison would have probably been boarders. I drew the high street on my foundation course, with people flowing up and down, abstracting the lines until they all merge, or cross over each other. My au plein air effort catching the eye of someone, who said I could sell it. The dreams and love of books, were just beginning to emerge. Even just holding an old style book with yellowed pages, and words perhaps belonging to another century, unfolding as a person reads down revealing, the nature of a previous generation who perhaps had better manners, more sense, who knows! Catherine Cookson, often talked of an earlier period of history in her novels. John Fowles also has used history to illustrate a certain mood, or feeling perhaps a loss of moral interest. If humans do not have boundaries, to live by, perhaps, we all become less grace filled. There is much to note that a good education and upbringing, can be so much better, than, young people, not really emerging knowing their own mind’s worth. The cathedral at Winchester has a tall steeple, and a long history.  The center of town, is mainly pedestrianized, and has a Tudor feel in the beams, and small windows. I took a walk to the top of the highest point in the autumn, with my aging mother trailing beside, me, with my medium format borrow from the college. King Alfred, is said to be one of England’s first real kings. His statue is erect in the lower part of the high road, which is open to traffic, and the small black lanes, are visible from the distance. I like to think of this moment, as perhaps, one of the last times, my mother had a sensible conversation with me, with all her lucidity intact. There a lifetime, there something lost too. The climb up the hill took us both along a winding path of glorious orange/brown leave litter. And at the top, I was still this uneasy person who had tried for a life of expression, and visual art. I had longed for something, still uncertain of the end. Erecting the camera, on a tripod, and trying to pick the view, that might pass as an idea for a ‘Rough Guide to Britain’. This was an assignment, for a course I had started to refresh some of my lost art career. The Rough Guide’s was a real competition. I have files now, that need to be digitized, at some point, but, it too shows, me sometimes that although the new cameras are quick to process images, the film backs, have a slightly more natural appeal to the end product. My mother had lived through, two marriages, and had ended up, realizing, that she had regrets. We had had a drink in a local pub, and something to eat, it was one of those habits of our teens, that our working mother, a landlady, chose to on occasions eat out. It had become a habit. The best part of my life, had been the times, when life trotted past, the windows of restaurants. And sometimes, food, the very thing that sustains a person, the warmth of which had a  heartening element. Overwhelmingly, today’s society, is splitting into the haves and have not, groups and it is uncomfortable to realize, this. I have since that time, born a child into the world, and suffered his loss, and my mother, then had got ill, possibly from the shock. She had had strokes, and still wonderfully, for as long as she could, she had been a counselor, and a solid friend.

I have been typing this, and repeatedly the sign saying Windows Synchronization has stopped, kept bleeping and appearing, and I have to stop and close the window in which it appears. I take this as an intrusion. A form of harassment, and it simply could be, just the software. Or the back door elements. It is totally unsettling, that cached data, can be removed without a person knowing, and yet too, this is going to be published, so why the need? I am Jane Austen, I am Charlotte Bronte, I am Katherine Da Silva. I am concerned, people, think it is OK to hack.

 

Good Morning!

Posted in Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva with tags , , , , on March 9, 2017 by kathydasilva

I have tripped in the sunny shower of light to the library this morning and so far, my wordpress.com pages are still up and running. I have separately archived my articles for these pages to preserve them and will sort them into chapters or some sort of diary arrangement and put them unhesitatingly into a paperback for whoever loves adhoc journo diaries..thoughts ..Love to you all.. as they say in America..

New Day

Posted in Autobiography, Current affairs, Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva, writing with tags , , , , , , on March 8, 2017 by kathydasilva

 

If this webpage is still under my wonderful jurisdiction by tomorrow, I shall continue to blog.. but, as of this moment, I am not sure of the ‘rule book’ over amount allowed on the free use basis for wordpress.com I have had so much fun, whilst writing blogs for this site, I suppose I overran the amount of ‘free’ use and got myself in a corner with them threatening to ‘auction’, yes auction my whole page?! I was sent a very strange email which had links that did not link for payment to cover I suppose the use of the software or site use? I apologise to whoever, as the email seemed quite spurious in it’s wanderings and wonderings..When and if the email proves false or that the issue of 3Gb’s is the ‘issue’ I do hope wordpress.com forum members advise me with all the biz of publication. What a terrible shock that I felt the email left me thinking that all my word content could be auctioned, and sold without my knowledge?! How could that have happened without real warning?

I write about politics, art, and sometimes music. I love writing. You might guess in this world not everyone agrees with eachother, but, I hope to avoid this kind of trouble in the future ..what an archive of thought I had built up, and I have had to retrieve as much of it as I could to preserve my own sanity.

Here is to a fresh start, and hopefully you will see some more posts from me soon.

Why all this complexity? That’s the real question. God Bless from Katherine Da Silva