What occured to me when the Canadians came to visit their 'roots' here in Jersey was that, they only expected to be here two days, yet we found out so much information and connected them up to their actual ancestors and took them to see the farm building their ancestor grew up in. We persuaded them to stay the extra day, as this was what their trip was for.
We managed to slow them up enough to get real value and result from their trip, and a hand drawn ancestral map of where the fit into their Jersey family. So I hope that will become a family treasure for them.
I suppose what I am trying to get at, is that we travel too fast now to get a sense of actually being present. Our sense of 'time' is all screwed up because of travelling faster. I can't do that, I need to have enough time to get re-calibrated to the geo-magnetic stuff underfoot.
What fun it would be to actually build the old route 66 as a wells fargo trip on stagecoaches! Even with ambushes and cowboys and indians on route to enhance the experience. Think of the fun of doing real steam train, and steamboat trips again, and re-laying all the old guage tracks. It would be an amazing fun thing to do to actually make replica clothes, and re-live those experiences. It just has to be affordable to everyman.
It also has to be done by 'everyman', rather than someone just wanting to build a hotel chain and a 'fake' bit of replic art! Yes there is a place for the movie makers on the trip too, because when you take your own video's you are not acting out your experience, you are observing it.
It's not fun living in a world where there are no authentic experiences left. To automate everything, outsource work, and leave a void of meaning in our lives is horrible. There are still people who know how to build these coaches, trains, and do the hand machining to build treasures of technology our forebears managed to engineer.
Every culture has it's traditional way of life, and to experience it first hand instead of staying in some ubiquitous 'hotel farm' for a holiday is very boring. I think tourism is the way forward.
One of my favorite experiences is Puy De Feu. The French do these themed experiences with incredible finess. The whole Puy De Feu project was created with the vision to provide work for a community of three villages and is now an wonderful spectacular. It isn't cheap, and there aren't enough hotels around the park to take visitors so you have to do a coach journey.
If they got their act together like the Oberammegau village it would be much easier to visit and create yet still more economy to this region. Theme parks don't have to be just Disney or one massive park, they can be spread across journeys. I like the idea of doing the trans siberian, and joining right up round the world.
By the way Oberammegau isn't a theme park it is a genuine cultural and spiritual pilgrimage.
Yes there is a place for the high speed modern trains being built as an alternitive to air travel, but there is also a place for the 'slow boat to china' experience that gives us the sense of real experience of other cultures and meeting real people. Our cultures and histories are so diverse and fascinating.
It would be great fun building our economies on simply a wish to share our diversity. AKA, you travel to me, and I can travel to you. We live in such a wonderful world, with so many incredible experiences to enjoy, yet we have simply become slaves to machineries of a deadened cultural era. Well I think it is dead myself. We may as well pull the plug on all those wall street computers and save a bit of electricity. Lets get back to some manual accounting, and accountability. At least a ledger clerk has a job.
What I want to see again is real craftsmanship that can be marvelled at. I want the genuine article not a mass produced facimile. I want to paint my furniture when I want a change of colour not throw it all out and start again. I want something fixed when it breaks down, not have to scrap it into a landfill site and cause a shed load of problems dealing with landfill sites.
I want my technology hidden behind my renovated exteriors, not overlaying it. For instance in Jersey we made the decision to put all our electric cables underground so we didn't have to look at them. It cost more but we don't have pylons marching across our landscape like an army of triffids devouring the skyline.
We still have a beautiful world, except in places where Nato has bombed shit out of it, and the military have sprayed toxic chemicals all over good ground. The very core of teaching about not damaging trees from the bible comes from Moses, who said when in battle and putting a town under siege you must not cut down the trees. Fancy the Israeli government cutting down olive trees in Isralel, what posesses them to do such a thing, it takes years to grow an olive tree. I can't remember who said the reason for this teaching is that the trees cannot defend themselves. To destroy them for the sake of war, profit, greed, is a crime beyond description.
When will we wake up to the idea that we have been stupified by ideas that are not our own. Our heads are so full of noise we can't hear ourselves think. The general mass of the 99% were turned into drones, or more so the cocooned 'living batteries' depicted in the Matrix films. It looks as though we are all waking up to the living reality of the world that has been constructed while we were sleeping.
Yes I suffered nightmares all along my life, the 'reality' was always there, just out of conscious grasp.
It made me very ill. Like so many people diagnosed with mental illness, who can't quite grasp the meaning of the murmuring subconcious dis-ease with what the world presents itself as, and the inner knowledge that this is not as it actually is. To have experienced it was incredible. Am I sane now? ... Was I ever mad - or simply unable to digest and accept the bitter medicine of a deceptive reality?
The truth is, that however the 9/11 event was engineered and by whom, it was definately not hi-jacked planes, and the ground zero carnage and horror of what was a crime beyond imagining, but the way that the worldwide media interpreted this to manipulate and alter our consciousness towards the world we live in.
The same goes for the moon landings, for me the jury is still out on whether this was a hoax. What I do know is that it changed the metanarrative enough to change the world. To what end? To convince everyone to accept this bright sparkly new age of technology and to cast out the values of the past along with it.
We are simply hypnotised into a make believe world, and we always have been since Eve bit the apple!
How else would this sense of 'nakedness' that both Adam and Eve suddenly became 'aware' of when it was not an issue before the poisoned apple was digested.
I was so annoyed to see subliminal images on TV last night as well. I got an after image of a load of dots, which judging from the position of them was a world map. I can't remember what I was watching, but I asked my Husband if he saw it and he said no. I suppose at least with video streaming on the laptop we aren't getting this insiduous stream of psychadelic mind altering junk. I would guess video games if they were analized would be having the same effect.
Oh well thats just me. No I don't think I am a conspiricy theory person, as I don't feel paranoid about it, well not more than usual! I suppose I feel a lot less paranoid than I used to. Like I was forever being watched.
I think I might have mentioned before about this feeling when we visited the Normandy landing beaches. Unknown to my Husband and I, we had visited the day before the american presidential visit. I had just opened a bag of crisps, and got out of the car and got hit with a huge sense of bristling neck and cold running through my blood. Within a few paces I felt I had been photographed.
I did feel exposed and naked! I started looking around and felt the people there weren't right. Too many long lense cameras and brown macs. I felt as though this was some kind of surreal nightmare moment, and very soon had to start asking to leave. My Husband actually agreed with me on this occasion. It was awful. I suppose there are photos somewhere of me eating my bag of crisps and walking around feeling so paranoid I would have liked to dissapear into a little puff of smoke and wafted away.
We have lost our rights to enjoyment of the simple life, the one where we work hard for the things that have meaning to us, and that we enjoy all the more for them costing that effort... even if that is survival. We went to the Normandy landing beaches to thank all those people who won our freedom from oppression, the irony was that I was oppressed by this modern regime of espionage, and spying on all of us through the paranoia that goes with the entourage of presidency. I felt something had been stolen from my life in those moments. A something I could not name then.
Now I would call it my sense of freedom.