As you may know by now, I am a bit of a Gypsy and travel around
finding adventures all over the show. Some of the places I end up are
beautiful, others downright ugly. But, if all else fails I can usually
find a pretty flower to cheer me up.
Apart from taking photographs of where ever I am, I also keep notes
in my head and later write short stories about the interesting things I
saw. Some are pretty and some a very, very ugly.
You can find the tales on my page, THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF. Please join me here and “Like” the page.
The first story is: The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola. I can assure you that Angola in the early 1990’s, was NOT a pretty place.
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Monday, October 31, 2016
1. Mexican Chronicles Series
Breakfast: Que up, a prayer and dry Wheatbix and sweet black tea.
Pour the tea on the dry biscuits, Theo has sugar and coffee. We have a
kettle in the room, so make a cup and go for a smoke. I still have a
stash of them. I learn from my new master that the tradable commodities
in this place are, cigarettes, tobacco, coffee and sugar. I can operate
in hard army camps but this place is different. Theo is a good teacher, I
am hopefully a good student.
Theo and I go chop wood. Another revelation. Pastor Greg owns a tree felling company, that is where all this shit is coming from. Good bloody deal, homeless people for no wage, fell trees, then the trees are brought here, more homeless people, me, chop them up. The big chunks are sold as firewood in the coloured township where The Ark is based. The smaller bits are put in one of those shredder machines and other homeless guys make compost. That is sold in the larney suburbs, by other homeless guys. Clever bliksem this Greg oke. He has whole business that pays not a single wage. Collects from charity and churches to feed and house his “staff”.
I file this information for future reference.
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This is taken from the yet to be published Chronicles IV.
You will find the beginning of the story here:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
Please feel free to visit and “Like” my page:
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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Theo and I go chop wood. Another revelation. Pastor Greg owns a tree felling company, that is where all this shit is coming from. Good bloody deal, homeless people for no wage, fell trees, then the trees are brought here, more homeless people, me, chop them up. The big chunks are sold as firewood in the coloured township where The Ark is based. The smaller bits are put in one of those shredder machines and other homeless guys make compost. That is sold in the larney suburbs, by other homeless guys. Clever bliksem this Greg oke. He has whole business that pays not a single wage. Collects from charity and churches to feed and house his “staff”.
I file this information for future reference.
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This is taken from the yet to be published Chronicles IV.
You will find the beginning of the story here:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
Please feel free to visit and “Like” my page:
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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1. Flowers and Plants Series
As you may know by now, I am a bit of a Gypsy and travel around finding
adventures all over the show. Some of the places I end up are beautiful,
others downright ugly. But, if all else fails I can usually find a
pretty flower to cheer me up.
Apart from taking photographs of where ever I am, I also keep notes in my head and later write short stories about the interesting things I saw. Some are pretty and some a very, very ugly.
You can find the tales on my page, THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF. Please join me here and “Like” the page.
The first story is:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola. I can assure you that Angola in the early 1990’s, was NOT a pretty place.
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Apart from taking photographs of where ever I am, I also keep notes in my head and later write short stories about the interesting things I saw. Some are pretty and some a very, very ugly.
You can find the tales on my page, THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF. Please join me here and “Like” the page.
The first story is:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola. I can assure you that Angola in the early 1990’s, was NOT a pretty place.
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10 Sunrise Sunsets Series
In the bush or in the city one always has a sunset that is worth capturing.
These were taken in Mapumalanga, the hill is called Rynoster Kop.
For more information on photography and also short stories, please visit and “Like” my page: THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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These were taken in Mapumalanga, the hill is called Rynoster Kop.
For more information on photography and also short stories, please visit and “Like” my page: THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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Sunday, October 30, 2016
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Insanity
Theo is a work horse, he will sweep and the take
over with the mop as well. He is thin like me, and has all these
horrible demons tattooed on his skinny frame. By now I have learned that
Theo spent 25 years in jail. He happened to kill a few men when he was
young and in some gang. Nice. The dent in his head. I got this story
from him and later the owner of The Ark, also a fucking hard man
confirmed this. Theo and Pastor Greg ran together as kids, that is why
he is still allowed in The Ark.
When Theo got out of jail he came here, Greg a former inmate here, had married the original founder of The Ark’s daughter, years later he is the main man. So Theo is in here, he gets drunk and drugged up, the Management Board tell him to leave. He does not feel inclined to do so. As there are many hard men in the place the Board gets a few, armed with baseball bats to go and convince skinny little Theo he should go. This was a bad plan, Theo is as crazy as he looks.
He grabbed a baseball bat from one of them, asked them if they think he is fucking scared of them. He the breaks the bat over his own head! Hence the big dent. After doing that, blood pouring down his face he climbs into the hard men, one or two go down and the rest run like hell. He chases them. Someone had the presence of mind to call Greg. Greg calms Theo down and says he can stay. Theo and a few others go to hospital for a bit. No wonder the Mexican Horse Thief is left alone in this hard place! Theo decided on day one I was his best friend. Jesus.
Should I be glad or terrified??
This is taken from the yet to be published Chronicles IV.
You will find the beginning of the story here:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
Please feel free to visit and “Like” my page:
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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When Theo got out of jail he came here, Greg a former inmate here, had married the original founder of The Ark’s daughter, years later he is the main man. So Theo is in here, he gets drunk and drugged up, the Management Board tell him to leave. He does not feel inclined to do so. As there are many hard men in the place the Board gets a few, armed with baseball bats to go and convince skinny little Theo he should go. This was a bad plan, Theo is as crazy as he looks.
He grabbed a baseball bat from one of them, asked them if they think he is fucking scared of them. He the breaks the bat over his own head! Hence the big dent. After doing that, blood pouring down his face he climbs into the hard men, one or two go down and the rest run like hell. He chases them. Someone had the presence of mind to call Greg. Greg calms Theo down and says he can stay. Theo and a few others go to hospital for a bit. No wonder the Mexican Horse Thief is left alone in this hard place! Theo decided on day one I was his best friend. Jesus.
Should I be glad or terrified??
This is taken from the yet to be published Chronicles IV.
You will find the beginning of the story here:
The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
Please feel free to visit and “Like” my page:
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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Saturday, October 29, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
Teasing a Night Adder
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Sunrise Sunset Series
Rynoster Kop. Mapumalanga, South Africa.
Photo taken by The Mexican Horse Thief
I stayed in this place for a few months, and just about every evening there was a spectacular sunset.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Sunrise Sunset Series
Rynoster Kop. Mapumalanga, South Africa.
Photo taken by The Mexican Horse Thief
I
stayed in this place for a few months, and just about every evening
there was a spectacular sunset. These two are not very good photographs,
as my camera broke and I was using a tiny little point and shoot. But
you get the idea .
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016
The Truth Shall Set You Free
Freedom, without freedom I am nothing, so the pursuit of this has
lead me along some strange and dangerous routes. Freedom is very
different to the Uhuru chaos here in Africa, it comes at great cost and
lots of responsibility. Now in the Bible I read that the truth shall set
me free. With my childhood upbringing as a Jehovah’s Witness I grew up
in THE TRUTH. That is how JW’s say and think it, in caps! All I found in
that religion was bondage, hell, a slave has more freedom than a poor
kid with a fanatical Jehovah’s Witness parent!
In my quest to understand the world I live in I go to many Strange Classrooms, the latest addition is a Bible discussion group. As the Bible says that Jesus is the truth, the way and the light, I put these questions to the group. What do they see as the truth? As I knew that at least one would say Jesus, I added that I would like a practical example of how their view of what the truth is has set them free. I was met with a few moments silence, then one lady said what I thought would come up. Jesus. She did not disappoint and again as I predicted she could not give one PRACTICAL example of how this made her free. Again the discussion just stopped.
I put it to them that the first step of the truth will set you free is not accepting Jesus, but honesty. First honest with yourself, as if you cannot be honest with yourself, you cannot be honest with others. Once you are honest with yourself and you see all your faults and your good points you have a basis to build your freedom on, but admitting and then trying to correct your wrongs you gain the freedom of guilt. From there you clean house, make amends to the people you have hurt. Even if some of those people reject your attempts, the freedom you will get from this exercise is unparalleled! From here you make a point in been honest, in all your dealings, and when you slip up, as you will, immediately correct the error.
That is freedom!
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THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
In my quest to understand the world I live in I go to many Strange Classrooms, the latest addition is a Bible discussion group. As the Bible says that Jesus is the truth, the way and the light, I put these questions to the group. What do they see as the truth? As I knew that at least one would say Jesus, I added that I would like a practical example of how their view of what the truth is has set them free. I was met with a few moments silence, then one lady said what I thought would come up. Jesus. She did not disappoint and again as I predicted she could not give one PRACTICAL example of how this made her free. Again the discussion just stopped.
I put it to them that the first step of the truth will set you free is not accepting Jesus, but honesty. First honest with yourself, as if you cannot be honest with yourself, you cannot be honest with others. Once you are honest with yourself and you see all your faults and your good points you have a basis to build your freedom on, but admitting and then trying to correct your wrongs you gain the freedom of guilt. From there you clean house, make amends to the people you have hurt. Even if some of those people reject your attempts, the freedom you will get from this exercise is unparalleled! From here you make a point in been honest, in all your dealings, and when you slip up, as you will, immediately correct the error.
That is freedom!
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Monday, October 24, 2016
The Spiritual Mystic: How does Reiki Feel?
If you have read the articles about PTSD and drugs, perhaps this is an alternative treatment?
The Spiritual Mystic: How does Reiki Feel?: How does Reiki Feel? Many people experience Reiki in many different ways. Reiki has its own feeling for everyone. There are many vario...
The Spiritual Mystic: How does Reiki Feel?: How does Reiki Feel? Many people experience Reiki in many different ways. Reiki has its own feeling for everyone. There are many vario...
Seeking Forgiveness
In one of my Strange Classrooms the other night a young lady, Dominique, brought up the subject of forgiveness. Not forgiving others, but asking someone to forgive you. She was devastated as her apology was rejected by the person that she asked for forgiveness from. Now I have not thought about that for a long time. Sixteen years ago in a different Strange Classroom I was shown, and advised to do what is called Step 9, that states, “Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.” I do not want to go into the whole process of how one gets to Step 9 right now, or even discuss the Step in detail itself, but by doing this Step I learned a lot about the difference between, an apology, an amend and very importantly, how to deal with rejection of my attempts to get forgiveness from certain people. As it was so long ago I had forgotten how hard and how much courage it takes to attempt to get forgiveness from a person. Then the devastating effect of the rejection!
Thinking back on how long this process took me, and the lengths I took to do the Step to the very best of my ability, it was no easy task, I had a LOT of people on my list. Before I started I knew some of the people would reject my attempts, so I took this under discussion with my Teachers. This is what I learned, some from them and some from experience and much thinking on the topic.
The most important step, for the want of a better word, is being honest. Honest with yourself. Look at why you came to this point of needing to ask for forgiveness, what part did the person that you want forgiveness from play in the whole scenario? Then see if you really want forgiveness or are just doing what society/religion/people expect of you. Most of the time the person you feel so bad about did things wrong and helped put you in the space where you reacted badly. Now here is the difficult part! You have to take their “sins” out of the deal and look just at your own. No doubt you had a few. Then do not rush out and say sorry for everything, first forgive YOURSELF for being human, make it right with the God of your understanding. By doing this you give yourself the courage to face any reaction you will get from the person you approach and most importantly you will only apologize for the things that you actually did wrong! Now the good part, whether that person forgives you or not, is irrelevant in the greater scheme of things! Sure it is nice to be forgiven, especially if the person genuinely forgives you. (Rare) but if they do not, the problem is theirs and not yours, they will have to deal with the resentment and the consequences of that. You on the other hand, can move on.
That said and done, there are some people in this world that their forgiveness means nothing, absolutely NOTHING to me. Others that I need not make any attempt to gain forgiveness, as an honest appraisal shows I may have been bloody rude, but committed no sin as such. But in order to have this elusive serenity, I catch a glimpse of now and then, I have to make amends for my part of the conflict. This is vastly different than apologizing and also needs not involve the idiots I do not wish to ever see again, never mind speak to!
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Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time. THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page. THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
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Sunday, October 23, 2016
Opinion vs Fact
An uproar on a cartoon I put on my Facebook profile a while back
caused me to think about this, again. I thought for a while before I
named this blog, “One Man’s Opinion”. It is not called , “One Man’s
Fact”, as it is just my opinion based on what I have learned in my many
Strange Classrooms and observations made in my travels. Although it does
indeed contain a lot of stone cold facts too.
The definition of an opinion is:
An opinion is a subjective statement or thought about an issue or topic, and is the result of emotion or interpretation of facts. An opinion may be supported by an argument, although people may draw opposing opinions from the same set of facts. Opinions rarely change without new arguments being presented.
The definition of a fact is:
The word fact can refer to verified information about past or present circumstances or events which are presented as objective reality.
The people that were the most aggressive and insulting about the cartoon most definitely prefer to deal with opinions, which they blatantly, against all evidence and intellectual reasoning, boldly state as FACTS.
Only one group, who’s symbol appeared in the cartoon attacked , and broke a lot of the principles of their Master in word and attitude while doing this. I do believe that they actually chase more people away than recruit, which is again against their Masters orders. I wonder if they will think about this. I somehow doubt it.
I did not need to file this for future reference, as my Chronicles show, I have met them often. They never fail to prove my personal theory right.
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THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
The definition of an opinion is:
An opinion is a subjective statement or thought about an issue or topic, and is the result of emotion or interpretation of facts. An opinion may be supported by an argument, although people may draw opposing opinions from the same set of facts. Opinions rarely change without new arguments being presented.
The definition of a fact is:
The word fact can refer to verified information about past or present circumstances or events which are presented as objective reality.
The people that were the most aggressive and insulting about the cartoon most definitely prefer to deal with opinions, which they blatantly, against all evidence and intellectual reasoning, boldly state as FACTS.
Only one group, who’s symbol appeared in the cartoon attacked , and broke a lot of the principles of their Master in word and attitude while doing this. I do believe that they actually chase more people away than recruit, which is again against their Masters orders. I wonder if they will think about this. I somehow doubt it.
I did not need to file this for future reference, as my Chronicles show, I have met them often. They never fail to prove my personal theory right.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
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Thursday, October 20, 2016
Religion in Angola 1992
In order to keep us all fine, moral, upstanding men, a priest was hired as well. He got paid more than we did and didn’t really have to work too hard. The irony of some of the chaps going to “Nagmal” before leaving on an op was incredible. Here were a bunch of guys praying to their Calvinistic God to look after them and make their mission a success. They were, to be blunt, nothing but a bunch of hired killers, and last time I looked in the Bible it still said: ‘Thou shalt not kill.’ Sort of black and white, that one. Also, being Calvinistic, they were supposed to follow in Jesus’ footsteps, and he clearly stated by word and example that one should love thy neighbour, not go out and shoot them. The song of Bob Dylan, “God on their Side,” came to mind. These thoughts were not new to me, as, having grown up as a Jehovah’s Witness then getting kicked out of home when I was conscripted, I used to amuse myself often, picking on the SADF’s dominees. They were bad enough but actually believed they were doing the right thing. This preacher could not warrant his title in any way; his only excuse was that even the wicked needed guidance and that was why he was there. The lying bum; it was all about the money, and according to his own doctrine as laid out in his Bible, “the love of money is the root of all evil.” Hah! I shall see that preacher, and most likely a few more, in hell!
Exert from The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief I – Angola
Sunrise- Sunset Series
As
I was doing permanent night Ops in a Rhino Anti Poaching Unit I saw a
LOT of sunrise and sunsets. Some were spectacular and I took too many
photographs for just one post. So, I thought I would share them "one a
day" with you.
The place: Mabula Game Lodge. Bela Bela, South Africa.
I am also a writer,
but have yet to write The Chronicles of this chapter of my life. You can
however find my very first written Chronicles here, they took place, in
another lifetime, many years ago.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Complicated vs Complex Personalities
These two, on the surface, seem to be kissing cousins. Not true. One has an essence of bad trouble and that makes it far different from the other. Long ago, nearly a decade, I picked this thought up in one of my strange classrooms and as it was not that important to me then I filed it for future reference. Events of the past 18 months or so have caused me to pull that file. There I was, minding my own business ….. then I got involved with two people, it turns out I had one of each personality. On the surface they seemed very similar, same age group, same education and even physically resembled one another. But, oh, so different. From observation and then back to my strange classroom this is what I concluded.
My complicated person is comparable to .. hell, nothing I have ever met before. She is problematic, convoluted, difficult and inconsistent. She lies to others as much as she does to herself. She wants her bread buttered on both sides, then does not like the word “consequences”. She indulges in self-serving behavior and blames it on a compulsive nature. When she is getting what she wants she is sweetness and light, when not tearful and depressed. She will leave her boyfriend, only to return to him tearfully later, and the whole mess starts again. Walking with her was like navigating an unmapped minefield, with the enemy lurking in the nearby bush.
My complex person is like a user-friendly computer program. She consistent, straightforward and while having an intellect sharper than my Gerber, often her comments on this blog belied her age, and she kept me on my toes. But she lacks experience in this hard thing called life. She has no hidden agenda, she knows where she would like to go.
Observations on the 18 month “field training.”
The complicated person brought out the less pleasant side of my personality and I used all my arcane skills to run an almost perfect undercover ops in order to have an illicit love affair with her. Hell, it was exciting and I loved it. (defect of character) It also chewed me a bit and I broke from many months sobriety, and went wandering again. Only to return and repeat the process, until it hurt too much.
The complex person brought out the better side of my personality and was exciting in a much more acceptable way. The better side of my personality forced me to end the relationship though, and I suppose I resent the Christian religion just a little more, but if that is her path who am I to try to divert it?
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
PTSD: A Soldier's Perspective: Fear and Loathing in Iraq
Since I am researching the subject I shall re-blog anything of interest I find.
PTSD: A Soldier's Perspective: Fear and Loathing in Iraq: Fear and Loathing in Iraq ...see if I can remember hold on.. Act One: We gotta address the silence, taking us out. It’s an honor ...
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Drunk Women and Homicide
Hidden
in the findings of the South African Medical Research Council, taken in
the Western Cape a few years back, is a study on the role of alcohol
use in female homicide cases. It was not what I expected.
“Woman who consume excessive alcohol face an increased risk of signing their warrant for their own death by way of interpersonal homicide.”
The survey was conducted by Cape Town based Gender and Health Research Unit and showed that over half of the female homicide victims admitted to the mortuary on any given year, had a blood alcohol concentration well over the legal limit for driving. The homicide was usually caused by an intimate partner. The victims were usually killed by a sharp or blunt weapon. (It is a standing joke on how the Western Cape Coloureds always have a knife.) South Africa has one of the highest violent crime rates in the world and by, coincidence also one of the highest, per capita, consumption rates of hard alcohol. In a study in 2006 South Africans – 20,1 lt per adult per year and those crazy vodka swilling Russians only 16, 3 lt per year.
Why this information caught my attention is, for years I could not work out why two of my female relatives were always getting involved with men that beat them. I studied all sorts of reports by psychologists and other educated people and learned very little of value. A lot of theories of how these women chose those type of men because of… again a whole lot of theories. None of this was of any use to me in order to help those relatives. The one relative I acted and used force to get rid of a couple of the violent men, and got no thanks for that, in fact I ended up the bad guy. Having observed this, when the other relative, years, later requested I “do” something to eliminate her then spouse I respectively declined to get involved. I did even a few years after that remove her from the situation, but she just went back. I had many years of worrying I would get a phone call that one of these women was dead. It did happen once so far but the cause of death was not due to violence. Both were like many members of my family, alcoholics; one admitted it but did little combat the problem and died from it. The other nearly took my head off when I suggested she is just like me in that regard.
Reading this a light bulb went off, it is often the woman that has to change! Recalling my still living relative and how she behaves and talks when drunk I think she would try the patience of a Saint. While one can hardly condone murder it is sometimes understandable.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
“Woman who consume excessive alcohol face an increased risk of signing their warrant for their own death by way of interpersonal homicide.”
The survey was conducted by Cape Town based Gender and Health Research Unit and showed that over half of the female homicide victims admitted to the mortuary on any given year, had a blood alcohol concentration well over the legal limit for driving. The homicide was usually caused by an intimate partner. The victims were usually killed by a sharp or blunt weapon. (It is a standing joke on how the Western Cape Coloureds always have a knife.) South Africa has one of the highest violent crime rates in the world and by, coincidence also one of the highest, per capita, consumption rates of hard alcohol. In a study in 2006 South Africans – 20,1 lt per adult per year and those crazy vodka swilling Russians only 16, 3 lt per year.
Why this information caught my attention is, for years I could not work out why two of my female relatives were always getting involved with men that beat them. I studied all sorts of reports by psychologists and other educated people and learned very little of value. A lot of theories of how these women chose those type of men because of… again a whole lot of theories. None of this was of any use to me in order to help those relatives. The one relative I acted and used force to get rid of a couple of the violent men, and got no thanks for that, in fact I ended up the bad guy. Having observed this, when the other relative, years, later requested I “do” something to eliminate her then spouse I respectively declined to get involved. I did even a few years after that remove her from the situation, but she just went back. I had many years of worrying I would get a phone call that one of these women was dead. It did happen once so far but the cause of death was not due to violence. Both were like many members of my family, alcoholics; one admitted it but did little combat the problem and died from it. The other nearly took my head off when I suggested she is just like me in that regard.
Reading this a light bulb went off, it is often the woman that has to change! Recalling my still living relative and how she behaves and talks when drunk I think she would try the patience of a Saint. While one can hardly condone murder it is sometimes understandable.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
PTSD, Alcoholism & Legal Drugs
According to the men in white coats PTSD has three main types of symptoms:
Re-experiencing the trauma through intrusive distressing recollections of the event, flashbacks, and nightmares.
Emotional numbness and avoidance of places, people, and activities that are reminders of the trauma.
Increased arousal such as difficulty sleeping and concentrating, feeling jumpy, and being easily irritated and angered.
Reading this I immediately thought that the second and third could describe what alcoholics/addicts go through, especially when they become sober. On further thought this is logical, most of the recovering alcoholics and addicts I know made a lot of trouble while still abusing the substance of their choice. Often they get themselves into very traumatic situations.
Further reading shows me we have a “chicken or the egg’ type of riddle here. PTSD people “self-medicate” themselves with alcohol. Which caused which? Actually that is of little concern for people that attend Strange Classrooms, the object is primarily on finding solutions to cope, if not heal, with this problem. The esteemed medical profession, especially in America, tend to treat both alcoholism and PTSD with…. drugs. From my experience and observation this is not the answer at all. Legal drug addicts are one of the best kept secrets in the medical profession.
The old school members of Alcoholics Anonymous advocate that you cannot claim sobriety if you are on ANY mind altering substance. This has changed and often I attend meetings when I am the only one that is not on some psycreatic medication. I hear the people saying the EXACT things my mother use to say 40 years ago, every six months or so. “Oh, the doctor has changed my medication; the pills I was taking were not working anymore so we are trying something new.” She died relatively young, from a combination of legal drugs and alcohol, her body just shut down. A saying in the Rooms, “If nothing changes, nothing changes.” Here nothing has changed in four decades! My conclusion has to be drugs are not the answer. How did the old school AA guys get it right? Well, that is written about in my first series of Strange Classrooms.
That’s it for now, need to go do some more research and speak to a few people.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Monday, October 17, 2016
BierPens: Civil War
BierPens: Civil War: I am not an anti-war peace mongering pacifist. I do not believe I am a coward. I am not against the idea of killing another man, sometimes ...
Resentment
In my one type of Strange Classroom I grow weary of this word,
resentment. It is said, and it most likely true, that the number one
offender causing a recovering alcoholic/Drug Addict to relapse is
holding on to resentment. The spiritual/religious people are much the
same, love everyone etc. Why I grow weary of this is that I get told
that I hold resentments therefore I go drinking every so often.
As I am there to learn even though I disagree with the person, who usually knows me not at all, I thought I had better double check. My thoughts till now are you cannot resent a person that means nothing to you and the past is but an interesting history to write about in my Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief. In order to see if one DOES carry resentment it is a good idea to find out exactly what resentment consists of; looking up the word is the best place to start.
Resentment plural: resentments 1. bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly. synonyms: bitterness, indignation, irritation, pique, displeasure, dissatisfaction, disgruntlement, discontentment, discontent, , bad feelings, hard feelings, ill feelings, rancour, animosity, hostility, jaundice, antagonism, enmity, hatred, hate; envy, jealousy, malice, ill will, grudge, grievance.
Reading the synonyms I know every living person has had resentments, often! I also believe it is necessary to have some of these towards certain people, places and things, and equally as important to not have a few towards anything. Looking back at the original definition perhaps the word bitter is the key? If any of the synonyms are combined with bitter one has a problem. Bitter relates to bile and bile makes one sick, so best do something about the bitter then. The word that links up with bitter/bile is jaundice as anyone that has had that sickness will know. Same with rancor, envy and jealousy.
In order to get rid of these one has to look at the situation, see it for what it really is and adopt an intellectual view of the thing causing the resentment. That will get rid of the bitterness, as bitterness, rancor, envy and jealousy are more emotional than intellectual. Last word in this group, malice. With out the bitterness it is impossible to act with malice. The rest? Indignation, irritation, pique, displeasure, dissatisfaction, disgruntlement, discontentment, discontent, bad feelings, hard feelings, ill feelings, animosity, hostility, antagonism, enmity, hatred, hate, ill will, grudge, grievance. I have them all and no matter which Strange Classroom tells me this is bad/evil and will do me no good; I shall always have some of them for some people and ALL of them for others.
If you think you are better than I, go hug a pedophile, a rapist, an ANC president or any of his cadres, and be damned.
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THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
As I am there to learn even though I disagree with the person, who usually knows me not at all, I thought I had better double check. My thoughts till now are you cannot resent a person that means nothing to you and the past is but an interesting history to write about in my Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief. In order to see if one DOES carry resentment it is a good idea to find out exactly what resentment consists of; looking up the word is the best place to start.
Resentment plural: resentments 1. bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly. synonyms: bitterness, indignation, irritation, pique, displeasure, dissatisfaction, disgruntlement, discontentment, discontent, , bad feelings, hard feelings, ill feelings, rancour, animosity, hostility, jaundice, antagonism, enmity, hatred, hate; envy, jealousy, malice, ill will, grudge, grievance.
Reading the synonyms I know every living person has had resentments, often! I also believe it is necessary to have some of these towards certain people, places and things, and equally as important to not have a few towards anything. Looking back at the original definition perhaps the word bitter is the key? If any of the synonyms are combined with bitter one has a problem. Bitter relates to bile and bile makes one sick, so best do something about the bitter then. The word that links up with bitter/bile is jaundice as anyone that has had that sickness will know. Same with rancor, envy and jealousy.
In order to get rid of these one has to look at the situation, see it for what it really is and adopt an intellectual view of the thing causing the resentment. That will get rid of the bitterness, as bitterness, rancor, envy and jealousy are more emotional than intellectual. Last word in this group, malice. With out the bitterness it is impossible to act with malice. The rest? Indignation, irritation, pique, displeasure, dissatisfaction, disgruntlement, discontentment, discontent, bad feelings, hard feelings, ill feelings, animosity, hostility, antagonism, enmity, hatred, hate, ill will, grudge, grievance. I have them all and no matter which Strange Classroom tells me this is bad/evil and will do me no good; I shall always have some of them for some people and ALL of them for others.
If you think you are better than I, go hug a pedophile, a rapist, an ANC president or any of his cadres, and be damned.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Emotional Baggage
Having
attended many Strange Classrooms; dragged, kicking and screaming into a
lot of them, I do believe I learned a lot. One of the most important
was to get rid of baggage. It is amazing when one opens ones eye’s how
much shit, we willingly, if un-wittingly drag about with us. I kid you
not, it is HARD to leave this baggage behind. Hard, embarrassing and
humbling. It takes great courage and a lot of work that never ends. Most
would rather ignore the problem and thereby add to their baggage,
conveniently blaming the opposite sex for all the problems in
finding/keeping a relationship. They also disguise the baggage as
religious convictions, mental disorders, and a veritable host of other
excuses.
I have no desire to associate/date people that not only carry their baggage around like a trophy but also try to off load it on others. Don’t get me wrong. My Strange Classrooms taught me that I should, nay, it is my duty, to help other people from what I so unwillingly learned. This I try to do to the best of my ability, hell, if a person is willing, I will even hold their hand. However, I will not, cannot, take on their baggage to replace what I threw away.
This lady wrote an excellent article on the subject, please read it.
If there’s too much baggage….. adios!
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THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
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I have no desire to associate/date people that not only carry their baggage around like a trophy but also try to off load it on others. Don’t get me wrong. My Strange Classrooms taught me that I should, nay, it is my duty, to help other people from what I so unwillingly learned. This I try to do to the best of my ability, hell, if a person is willing, I will even hold their hand. However, I will not, cannot, take on their baggage to replace what I threw away.
This lady wrote an excellent article on the subject, please read it.
If there’s too much baggage….. adios!
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Green Heritage: Rhino Wars -How to end the Rhino Poaching
Green Heritage: Rhino Wars -How to end the Rhino Poaching: This is why I believe the animals are doomed. The biggest problem by far is the general public and their naïve view and gul...
Sunday, October 16, 2016
BierPens: White Genocide – “The Rule of Law”
BierPens: White Genocide – “The Rule of Law”: “The actual number of white civilians killed during the Mau Mau uprising was 32” And the whole civilized world shat its...
Saturday, October 15, 2016
The Power of Words
Words. I have always liked words, the written more than the spoken.
So I read a lot of books, about anything and everything. Due to my
upbringing, obviously the first book I was subjected to was the Bible;
even before I was forced to go to school, I could read a little. Now,
though my spelling is atrocious, I attempt to write a bit too. Putting
my,” The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief”, piece by piece on my
Facebook page, I am up to Chronicles III. In this part I am rereading
about my time in Somerset West, and remembering my aunt’s fixation with
the power of words. She is a very religious woman and there are many,
many Scriptures on the power of the spoken word and how dangerous the
tongue is.
Not a follower of any religion at all, I still see the wisdom written in various religious texts, from the Bible, the Koran, The Book Mormon, I have read them all, even La Vey’s Satanic Bible.
The spoken word is more powerful in defining how people will treat you than you may believe.
My own observation is that many, if not most people have no idea of the power of the words they speak. Hell, they do not even remember 99% of what comes out their mouths. But some people, people that listen and evaluate do remember and will act according to the information gathered. It is not usually the harsh words one sometimes uses, but the small seemingly unimportant sentences where one shows ones true colours.
When someone tells you about themselves, all you get is a picture of either, what they want you to believe, or worse, what they believe themselves to be. As you may have read in some of my Strange Classrooms posts, not many have the courage to look in the mirror and therefore the image they portray in NOT the one in the real mirror , but the image they perceive themselves to be. Like all things in life, interpreting people comes with the little details…. which you WILL find in their words, just listen and analyze carefully. Then treat the person accordingly, this will save you a lot of grief!
I was impressed the first time I read this, in one of my Strange Classrooms.
“Your thoughts become your words.”
PS
If you want to know your Facebook friends better, concentrate not on the status they post; this is usually well thought out to impress. Watch their comments on other pages/forums they belong to.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Not a follower of any religion at all, I still see the wisdom written in various religious texts, from the Bible, the Koran, The Book Mormon, I have read them all, even La Vey’s Satanic Bible.
The spoken word is more powerful in defining how people will treat you than you may believe.
My own observation is that many, if not most people have no idea of the power of the words they speak. Hell, they do not even remember 99% of what comes out their mouths. But some people, people that listen and evaluate do remember and will act according to the information gathered. It is not usually the harsh words one sometimes uses, but the small seemingly unimportant sentences where one shows ones true colours.
When someone tells you about themselves, all you get is a picture of either, what they want you to believe, or worse, what they believe themselves to be. As you may have read in some of my Strange Classrooms posts, not many have the courage to look in the mirror and therefore the image they portray in NOT the one in the real mirror , but the image they perceive themselves to be. Like all things in life, interpreting people comes with the little details…. which you WILL find in their words, just listen and analyze carefully. Then treat the person accordingly, this will save you a lot of grief!
I was impressed the first time I read this, in one of my Strange Classrooms.
“Your thoughts become your words.”
PS
If you want to know your Facebook friends better, concentrate not on the status they post; this is usually well thought out to impress. Watch their comments on other pages/forums they belong to.
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Friday, October 14, 2016
Rhino Wars – The Internal Enemy
Today, beyond a shadow of a doubt, Selomie proved, to me at least,
who she really is. An Internal Enemy of note. At about 3:30pm I was
walking back to my Hut after spending from 6am in the bush doing my
thing for these Rhino Wars, an un-marked, or very badly marked
helicopter appears, flying low over the bush, it starts circling the
property. Man it was so low I could have hit it with a handgun, if I had
one.
I immediately sms Lize, my so-called PA, I have very little airtime. I ask her to paste this information on the Save Our Rhino page. I know that will get a lot of attention and very quickly. It will also alert any Rhino owners in the Waterberg as I know it will jump in seconds to all the other pages. Without a weapon this is the best plan I can think of in such a hurry. Surely the cavalry will come? I race back on foot, un-armed to where I know my Rhino are, a few kilometers away. I have no plan, I will have to see what is what when I get there. I am cursing and imagining all sorts of horrid things. What the hell am I to do if they fire at me from the chopper? What happens if they have armed, with AKs, guys on the ground. I run anyhow. I am in the bush where the Rhino were last seen when I get an sms from Lize.
The chopper is an unannounced drill organized by Selomie. Oh, Fuck it! I am too angry to explain it in mere words, the anger and hatred roll over me. Even writing this now the anger is back and intense. The anger then was fuelled by delayed reaction of fear, fear of losing the Rhino, fear of getting wounded badly or killed myself…. Fear and anger, not a happy combination. I sit panting on a rock, I send an sms to Lize stating how STUPID this was. Lize sms’s me back, she obviously told Salomie about my last sms, that Selomie has posted on facebook that the first helicopter drill were successfully done in the Waterberg with the comment, “Wayne thinks this is silly.”
Silly, silly!? It goes way beyond silly, it is bloody criminal. I wonder how many other people nearly had a heart attack over this showboating. One does not do bloody drills in an operational area, full stop. I then calm down and start thinking. Who owns that helicopter? One night after quite a few whisky’s Neil mentioned that Selomie is so good she even got Groenewalt to let them use his helicopter in the “Phila” film. Is this true? Was this Groenewalt machine again? All sorts of things are going on in my mind. I swop a few more sms’s with Lize, but as Selomie will be her boss soon and she will be stuck here on the farm she has to remain loyal to Selomie, I understand this. I have walked back to my Hut, I need coffee, the white Landcruiser comes barreling down the road.
Selomie jumps out the cab, she is furious. She directs a tirade at me. How dare I put up a post on Facebook, SHE will be the one that posts anything. How dare I post anything about Palala? I get even quieter when I am this angry and tell her very softly that I put a post about the Waterberg area, not Palala. She yells that I should have called her, SHE has the radios and the guns. I think, “I know that, don’t rub it in.” She then goes off how SHE knows all the people in the Waterberg, the APU’s, the police, she is even on first name basis with the head of anti-poaching in the Hawks. I tell her I also know people, hence the warning on Facebook. This just makes her more angry. She yells at me asking why I did not call her, so I explain since I really do not like the way she speaks to me I try talk to her as little as possible. That did not go down well either. She goes on how everyone else in the area called her and how many missed calls she received, I am the only one that did not re-act she states. I point out that this is incorrect; I am the only one that did not re-act the way SHE would have liked me to.
I am adding these links as a response to the attacks on my character and threat made on my life.
Full Palala Story.
Other people’s information on the goings on at Palala
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
I immediately sms Lize, my so-called PA, I have very little airtime. I ask her to paste this information on the Save Our Rhino page. I know that will get a lot of attention and very quickly. It will also alert any Rhino owners in the Waterberg as I know it will jump in seconds to all the other pages. Without a weapon this is the best plan I can think of in such a hurry. Surely the cavalry will come? I race back on foot, un-armed to where I know my Rhino are, a few kilometers away. I have no plan, I will have to see what is what when I get there. I am cursing and imagining all sorts of horrid things. What the hell am I to do if they fire at me from the chopper? What happens if they have armed, with AKs, guys on the ground. I run anyhow. I am in the bush where the Rhino were last seen when I get an sms from Lize.
The chopper is an unannounced drill organized by Selomie. Oh, Fuck it! I am too angry to explain it in mere words, the anger and hatred roll over me. Even writing this now the anger is back and intense. The anger then was fuelled by delayed reaction of fear, fear of losing the Rhino, fear of getting wounded badly or killed myself…. Fear and anger, not a happy combination. I sit panting on a rock, I send an sms to Lize stating how STUPID this was. Lize sms’s me back, she obviously told Salomie about my last sms, that Selomie has posted on facebook that the first helicopter drill were successfully done in the Waterberg with the comment, “Wayne thinks this is silly.”
Silly, silly!? It goes way beyond silly, it is bloody criminal. I wonder how many other people nearly had a heart attack over this showboating. One does not do bloody drills in an operational area, full stop. I then calm down and start thinking. Who owns that helicopter? One night after quite a few whisky’s Neil mentioned that Selomie is so good she even got Groenewalt to let them use his helicopter in the “Phila” film. Is this true? Was this Groenewalt machine again? All sorts of things are going on in my mind. I swop a few more sms’s with Lize, but as Selomie will be her boss soon and she will be stuck here on the farm she has to remain loyal to Selomie, I understand this. I have walked back to my Hut, I need coffee, the white Landcruiser comes barreling down the road.
Selomie jumps out the cab, she is furious. She directs a tirade at me. How dare I put up a post on Facebook, SHE will be the one that posts anything. How dare I post anything about Palala? I get even quieter when I am this angry and tell her very softly that I put a post about the Waterberg area, not Palala. She yells that I should have called her, SHE has the radios and the guns. I think, “I know that, don’t rub it in.” She then goes off how SHE knows all the people in the Waterberg, the APU’s, the police, she is even on first name basis with the head of anti-poaching in the Hawks. I tell her I also know people, hence the warning on Facebook. This just makes her more angry. She yells at me asking why I did not call her, so I explain since I really do not like the way she speaks to me I try talk to her as little as possible. That did not go down well either. She goes on how everyone else in the area called her and how many missed calls she received, I am the only one that did not re-act she states. I point out that this is incorrect; I am the only one that did not re-act the way SHE would have liked me to.
I am adding these links as a response to the attacks on my character and threat made on my life.
Full Palala Story.
Other people’s information on the goings on at Palala
A compilation of my Strange Classrooms is soon to be released, please “Like” and keep an eye on this page.
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
Here is a story of developing and breaking an addiction, while dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome at the same time.
THE CHRONICLES OF THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF II
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Humility vs Humiliation.
If I must be honest, with myself, I do not think I have much humility, more likely I fall under, “An arrogant SOB.” This needs to be addressed. In order to do this it is very important to differentiate between Humility and Humiliation.
I found the following:
Humiliation is a terribly painful and destructive emotional state. It ranks very high among the things that people are afraid of. It is an overwhelming experience of shame and being degraded, usually in the eyes of others. Sometimes a person can be intentionally humiliated by another, in a sadistic attack that is intended to strip away all dignity and self-esteem.
Humility, on the other hand, is a relief. When individuals are able to gracefully accept that there are limits to their power and importance, and to not collapse into despair, shame, or impotent rage, this is a developmental accomplishment. It marks the move from fantasy to reality, from omnipotence to competence. It is a gift at every stage of life — when a 2-year-old can accept that they are not actually in charge of everything, or when an aged person accepts that they need to a depend on others in a way they haven’t before. There’s a key element of being at peace. Contrary to humiliation, humility gives a person their dignity and equilibrium back.
My view on myself changed slightly on reading this. I still have miles to go before I can even think of myself as humble. On the other side I see that I shall have to do something about people that seem to gain some sort of importance from humiliating other people, usually in a less privileged position than themselves. I often say I should read and take my own advise, so I re-read Energy Vampires, the person that feels the need to humiliate others definitely falls under this category.
Brown House Snake – Photos
Brown House Snake – Photos
In the past couple of years I have not come across a large House Snake only baby ones. You can see by the way I hold it that they are harmless, very good at keeping the mice and rat population down. Unfortunately snakes are not cute, and people tend to kill any and all they find.
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