Posts Tagged ‘Religion’

Attorneys versus Robots

June 18, 2017

I am well qualified through experience to handle this important matter and invite you all to join me here in the course of the next few weeks.

 The articles will be of fun and of tragedy; of reality and the bliss of total ignorance and from farce to hard facts.

 Come join me and make your contributions.

 Ike Jakson

Saka Americoon in Americus GA, the seat of Sumter County, and just 9 miles East of Plains GA where “Djimmie” became President in 1976.  I actually shook his wimpy hand on three occasions and attended a Sunday school Class by him in December of 1987.

Down Memory Lane to this day in 1976

June 16, 2017

Friday, 16 June 2017

You have to be over 60 to have one; maybe in the old days you could have had one at 50 but no more.

In South Africa this day in 1976 was the dividing line between old memory days of April 6th, October 10th, December 16th and a few others.

It matters no more where your own private lane started or where you have gone since; at least not for groups no more though some have made it the starting point of their own.

 I stood at the top of what was then the business centre of Commissioner Street in Old Johannesburg South Africa and cried for my Country.  Having just taken the first two steps up the Corporate Ladder in one go when traffic stopped moving in Commissioner Street; the new Carlton Centre was not even fully operating; the old Alhambra Theatre drinking hole was still there right across the street corner at the north western street junction with the Carlton and the yuppies gathered there every night; on Friday nights their ladies would join them and the place would be packed; full house every Friday.  The JSE was still referred to as Burnett Street.  Soon after it would become Diagonal Street and the Carlton would be a slum.

June 16th of 1976 was the trigger; today Diagonal Street is a slum; nobody in his right mind will drive into the upper east end of Commissioner Street today.

The sad point is that too many are still dwelling on the divisions of the past that made children aged 8 to 10 turn on school buildings and libraries to burn them down and which in turn made it necessary for the armed forces to stop the riots.  Nobody stopped to find the solutions; the Country is in greater agony than ever before.

[to be continued one day; when that will be, I cannot say because we are not working on finding the solutions].

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Going Blind Getting Old Going Home and getting ready to leave

May 5, 2017

This has been in my mind for some time now and when I turned the computer on I noticed that the clock had just clicked over into the new day in our part of the Globe.

I don’t at this stage know how it is going to end but that is of no concern to me; it is something that I have to work out for myself as I go along.

Of course, it was triggered by my Post immediately before this one but I did not have this in mind when I did the first one.  Either way, this may become my swansong or it may not.

I have had this in mind with many headings for it; picked the one I am using on the spur of the moment because there is a link somewhere.  It does not matter really, not this time anyway.

Why I do it needs a few words.  Maybe it is for my children; maybe it is for my family; some of it is certainly for my friends, but none of it is a cry for help, a scream of anguish or just empty words.  Maybe it is all of that in parts; it is of no concern to me what or how “the World” will interpret it but my intentions are certainly in part some sort of a desire to tell the world what I stand for.

It is not a perfect World we live in at this time; there was a time when it was almost perfect but then We the People of the World screwed it up.  Now I have it; something tells me that is the point that has been nagging me into this direction.

The World, or the Globe as we sometimes call Earth, was made to perfection by the Grace of God the Creator of all Life.  Let me re-state and add one word to my previous definition; it is my firm belief and I will never change on that:

 God=Creator=Allah=Jaweh=Jehovah=Creator=God.

People who know me will notice that I do not participate in discussions on this point.  I respect all the Great Religions of the World and there is no place in my Home for anyone that does not adhere to that principle.  I fail to understand how someone that does not respect the Religion of another one can expect that one to respect the prejudice of the first one.

On the Earth?

Man and Life of flesh and blood as we know it are Earthbound; the seas and the rivers are for fish and other water creatures; space is for birdlife and millions of other little creations that are there to contribute to life on earth but otherwise space is there to give us space to breath and to replenish life as we consume it.  The Moon and Mars, to mention these two because it is in the News Media, are not the terrain of Mankind; we don’t belong there; we have no business to be there and we won’t get anywhere near to ever living there.  Life as we know it is Earthbound.  Period!

Race and skin color as so often in the Media must be mentioned.  To me these two concepts are not even remotely connected; to equate the two concepts is fallacy and distortion of the facts.

Skin color is no indication of good or bad; it was part of the Creation and that is all that needs to be said about it.  Skin color does not make you good or bad, inferior or superior, or equal to any other skin color.  I reject the notion that it does and I have lived my life on that principle.

Race to me refers to what you may loosely call nationhood, and that in turn will take you to customs in Race and Nations.

Customs may be good or bad; we have both of them in the World and that is what divides us for very logical reasons but we must tread with care not to confuse good or bad customs with skin color and race.

Good customs can make strong Nations and Races; in this Russia and China are the best examples of this day and age.  Americans are not a Race or a Nation neither is Africa nor any of the islands scattered around the oceans.  They are at best the product of migration through the centuries of time.

Migration is not a new thing; neither is tribal movement.  These two aspects have developed since Mankind was created and will continue as long as we remain, or until we destroy ourselves.  The latter is however, most unlikely; that we shall have to curb population growth is a hard fact that will have to be faced pretty soon [and it is good to see some efforts in that direction] or Nature will do it for us by means of food shortages, plagues or afflictions that will reduce our numbers.

War may help to diminish over population; in fact a good size War may be a good idea right now but the wrong people will die.  I don’t see War as the solution.

So we come to generations.  In human terms one generation roughly translates into 25 years, or four generations in every one hundred years.  New generations produce more migration and changes in cultures of nations and races [the latter distinctly the opposite of races by skin color] and this may increase the possibility of War …..

That gets me back to where I started and it is now 1:36 AM on this new day.

Maybe a good size revolution, make that plural for the world round, will be the initial answer to curb the excesses of the rich and the privileged that are only interested in getting richer, for whatever reason I have never been able to understand.

The French Revolution was a good thing in more ways than one.  Signs from America and Africa signal the possibility of such action and it may become impossible to stop it; it surely will reduce the influence of the “undesirable” in Politics and control of the Money supply in goods and services.

My oh my, here I almost forgot about the reason for this Post.  I am now just into my fourth generation [at 77 soon to be] and can’t have much time left.  All the Great Books of all the Great Religions more or less concur on the lifespan of three score plus ten, and I am now in three score plus 17 well over the period of grace.

But I just recently managed to prevail over an adult life long affliction of the mindset that I was born with.  I have a fight on with two bastards that asked for it and I am going to let them have it before I pack up to go home to Centurion, to be followed or preceded by going Home to the place across the river, or the sky as you may prefer, to join my parents and my two beloved brothers.  I am hoping for the first one because that is the only one I can influence.

This Post is dedicated to Iowa Jim and Jay from NC USA.  Thank you guys.

Ike Jakson

saka Americoon in Americus GA

Going Blind Getting Old and going Home

April 16, 2017

This story may be a long one by the time I am trough with it but the Idea behind it and the scope of the overall Vision [yes, that would be the relevant description now] hit me in one single flash, much like a bolt of lightning that rips the skies but lasts only seconds, though the one in the mind covers the entire life of one person and stretches over all eternity of life past and still to be.

I will record more of it in WordPress for posterity so this is merely the gist of it, and I am looking for thoughts, comments, criticism and other viewpoints.

The bolt of lightning made me realize how blind and insensitive I had been when I had two good eyes to the plight of those with infirmities for whom public awareness started to erect walking ramps on corner street pavements and entrances into public buildings.

I am at present bumping heads with a petty witch practicing as an attorney to a crooked business man and was surprised that she started using it as a weapon against me when I informed her of my eye impediment.  I have always had little patience with vicious people and, giving her a quick measure went for her jugular; must add I was very rude to her and knew that I was risking a lot but I ripped into her in a Court Document.

She complained like a stuffed pig but I was pleased to notice that the Magistrate didn’t say a word about it in his judgement and ignored her as if she wasn’t there.

Just yesterday I was about to pass an old guy with a walking stick in the street when I realized something had changed in me and I slowed down to get into step with him.   At the next street crossing I realized he was watching my feet as well as his and that he smiled.

I knew he understood and for a moment I was flooded with emotion.

Just for the record.  I was born in Small Town South Africa in 1940; went to work in Cape Town 1959 to 1965; transferred to Johannesburg 1965; ended up in Centurion [then a separate city to Pretoria] in 1971 and retired from there in 2001 to Small Town South Africa where I settled in the vicinity of a small Dorp called Piketberg in the area of my birth end of 2002 about 160 miles North of Cape Town.

Piketberg turned out to be one big fuck-up and probably the “kakste” town in the land, the Horse Poo Capital of the World, and I have just decided to get out as soon as I can settle all my things and move back to Centurion by latest early next year.

Small Town South Africa of our childhood days has gone; it is no more.

Watch this Space.  There is a surprise reason for it somewhere and I am grappling with the facts to pin it down.

Ike Jakson

saka Americoon In Americus GA

Merry Christmas 2016

December 18, 2016

Just 7 Suns from today will get us to Xmas morning 2016 and I shall start early this year because it will be my seventh one of Grace.  I hope for many more and my personal medical attendant says he cannot find any reason why I should not reach the ton; on my side I don’t want to rob anyone else going for it and thus as a human who has had his fair share:

Merry Christmas to all of you who contributed to another one for me and my cousin and Uncle Oom Wennie in my absence from Facebook.

Thank you Folks.  We have family in Oz, Paraguay, Netherlands, Ye olde country England, and quite a number with Uncle Sam.  Thank you all.

Let us remember the good things and the Blessings of our Lord God and Creator during 2016.

The year 2017 will be another year to deal with; for now it can wait.  I love you and yours for 2016.  Enjoy.

Merry Christmas 2016.

Screw the Day of Reconciliation in South Africa

December 16, 2016

I was only born in 1940 so I had to learn about the 1838 Day of the Vow more than 100 years after the event; to crown it all we were born in a family where liberal was not a political word; it meant kindness, sharing and respecting the elderly and your neighbour.  So as I grew up I went the way of the old Liberal and ended up as a Suzman Prog in 1971 and eventually devoted my entire adult life to a system of political sharing.

 However, though I voted ANC in 1994 and danced to the song of happiness with Beyers Naude and Oprah Winfrey, I soon became worried and the ANC left me when Thabo the Wimp in 1998 announced the vote for the prisoners for the 1999 Election.  Now they call 16th December the Day of Reconciliation; they can call it what they wish but I cannot in my heart, soul, mind, common sense and the basic Rule of the Lord by Nature reconcile:

 I cannot reconcile the right to life of the rapist of a 2 year old baby.

 Equality of gender allowing marriage between “parties of the same gender” and soon have them adopting babies to have a Daddy Daddy and a Momma Daddy each one fucking the little baby.  Every nerve is me says NO!

 Sex and screwing your little hearts out at age 15 and have Abortion on Demand

 Equality of Culture where my Culture does all the work and send the thief to jail where you slap him around a bit until he reforms himself, NO I cannot reconcile that with the right of the rats and common vermin with legs walking off with my garden tools.

 My right to have a dog and train him to attack the trespasser on my property where they come and shoot my Dog and the trespasser walks off with my electric drill

 NO South Africa, enough is enough.  You can take tour Freedom, your Democracy and all your Equality and shove it up your asses.

 TODAY, ON THIS 16TH OF DECEMBER, 2016 MY DESCENDANTS AND I WILL REINSTALL THE DAY OF THE VOW OF 1838 AND CELEBRATE IT.

The American Popess

November 19, 2016

By Windows Outlook Express Email from Ike Jakson whose great Cousin Oom Wennie runs this through IkeLeaks.  Modern IT has failed Mankind but where they have failed Bill Gates still runs the only sure and decent Email System and delivers it straight to your hard disc where you can keep it safe for posterity.  Blah Google Gmail, Blah Facebook, Blah all so-called Secure Sites in Internet or Cyberspace.

 First I hand you the OE Email notes from my source.

 “I had the privilege of attending the play, The American Popess, at the Witwatersrand University theatre during the year 2001. At the time, the performance was in English. The play was translated, I think, from Italian. It was a great performance, a one-man show par excellence. It was one of those experiences in the theatre that will always stay with me. Cilliers presented as an ephemeral presence, temporarily available to the audience as an embodied voice, speaking from the future. This excellent piece has been translated into Afrikaans and will be presented as the radio play for the Thursday night feature, at 8 o’clock in the evening, on RSG, and I am certainly going to take off the time to listen. Cilliers is 15 years older, and it will not be with unkindness that I say that she could possibly carry off on radio what she would no longer be able to do on the stage. But I can say that only because I am the same age, and I know that I have to compromise with my body on a daily basis. The Thursday when this will be broadcast will be 17 November 2016. Make a plan and have a listen. I am quite certain that you will not be sorry.

 I have uplifted a review from the Internet. This was in regard to the play that was presented at the Witwatersrand University, all those years ago.”

 There is a Copyright; please respect that:

 Review: The American Popess

Artslink.co.za

03/12/2001 00:00:00

Copyright
Artslink.co.za
© 1997-2001

Then: well, here we go.  Sit down; make yourself comfortable and ENJOY!

A woman has already ruled the White House – according to some opinion, anyway – but has yet to run the Vatican.

The prospect of a woman pope is even more remote than that of a female US president: the Roman Catholic Church disbars women from putting a foot on the first rung of the ladder to the heaven’s gate. No women priests, no women popes. QED.

Esther Vilar’s play ostensibly examines the acknowledged ascent of the first woman to the papacy (there was an earlier woman incumbent, turfed out on discovery of her true gender). Set in 2033, the play has the shock of the futuristic in its depiction of a transformed Catholicism. The accumulated wealth of the church has been divided among its poorer constituents by a predecessor of Joan II. All the dogmas, doctrines and ancient practices have gone: papal infallibility, liturgy, even the Vatican as the Pope’s home and global capital of the religion has been sold off.

From a tiny 1000-square metre space ceded to the church in perpetuity by the Vatican’s new corporate owners, Pope(ss) Joan II addresses the faithful few – and they are few, one-tenth of the old numbers – by a TV transmission studded with ad breaks. Jana Cilliers holds the stage as Joan II. (Galeboe Moabi has the thankless task of being silently supportive throughout in a curiously superfluous “role”.)

Cilliers is always fascinating to watch, inherently a class act. It’s good to have her back and set to appear in a number of other works to be presented by Opdrag Productions, the theatre company she and director Mark Graham have founded. Performing artists whose work is dependent on the traditions of proscenium arch theatre have to exercise this active option: to expect hand-outs as a creative birth-right is unrealistic and narcissistic.

Joan II is a difficult, unsympathetic role. You don’t have to be a Catholic traditionalist to be startled or even upset by the cynicism of this papacy – or, at best, its accommodation with the grubby realities of the world. Joan herself is an atheist for whom evidence of the existence of a god would be an interesting manifestation, worth at least a few million religious recruits.

But if Vilar’s play seems iconoclastic and virulently anti-religious and anti-catholic, it is exactly the opposite. It is a stout defence of the status quo in the Roman Catholic Church that relies on shock, worst-case scenarios to remind people of what they have before they discard it. You could look at it impishly – Vilar doesn’t – as making a case for not throwing the infant Jesus’s religion out with the holy bath water.

Vilar is cautionary, reminding believers that they should beware of what they wish for, in case that comes true. A liberalised church is not on the playwright’s agenda any more than a woman pope, which is the ultimate anathema, the reductio ad absurdum to which all the seemingly positive liberalisation would lead.

Pope John Paul II would probably approve of The American Popess. It is a scare-mongering propagation of the faith. I found Vilar’s reactionary defence of the church difficult, in small part due to bronchitis and the effects of antibiotics when I saw the opening night performance, but largely because of my own long-abandoned Catholicism, and 12 years at Catholic schools. Now if only John Paul I had not died (or been murdered by elements in the Curia, according to David Yallop’s conspiracy-raking book), my attitude might be different.

None of which detracts from the focus, frightening steeliness and aching hollowness that Cilliers brings to her character. This is a high priest stripped of all illusions and announcing to her followers an apparent reality that in other, simpler times, would have been regarded as unspeakable, the ultimate heresy: there is no god.

Actors don’t create without directors, and Mark Graham’s eye and hand are much in evidence. His commercial credentials are proven; with Opdrag and his creative association with Cilliers, his aesthetic talents can come to the fore more noticeably. I look forward to more Opdrag, more Cilliers and more Graham.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Of Time and Seasons and about Seasons of Time

May 7, 2016

This time of the year the Sun is going at its fastest northwards before it slows down for the longest day in the Northern Hemisphere.  In human time it lingers there for up to seven days, not moving at all before restarting the engines round about 21st June for the run South.  It has never changed.

As long as Man knows it has been like that.  We have learned that it is entirely and positively reliable, made so by the Hand of the Grand Designer of the Universe and maintained by Him.

This year, and this day of May 7th, the latter so determined by knowledge that Humankind has acquired through processes of learning and study has been no exception.

The seasons have brought about some changes as modified by Nature and to some extent by what Mankind has done [or not done] but like Time, the Seasons are set.  Man and animal living, loving or whatever we do, have coped as well as we could with drought in the Southern while our compatriots in the Northern parts have had to cope with storms, floods and severe cold.  All this has happened before and will happen again.

Nobody I have read has as far as I know ever offered an explanation for the apparent difference of the movement of the sun, or I should say the “speed of the cycle” in human time measurements, but it is there.  It clocks up to 4 minutes a day near top speed and the two lengthy sojourns at the “turnaround” North and South are not enough to disturb the common logic that it is all pre-determined by a Mighty Hand.

These things and what follows herein are my own philosophies and I don’t expect any hunters for my signature to stand in line at the front door, but I am awed by those who can write and discuss God and Faith in great words, books and even in Blogging.  I don’t have that gift.

However, I admit that my thinking has been influenced by a few people better known than I am.

The first one, John Steinbeck, is my favorite and in my thinking the greatest writer of all times except for the writer[s] of the Scriptures in all the major Faiths.  I managed to collect all Steinbeck’s works during his lifetime [1902 to 1968] except his very first book, ‘The Wayward Bus’ that I found by chance in a second hand bookshop at a few shillings not long after his departure.  I think he self-published it; it was only a short work but the genius of the future Nobel was already visible.

Steinbeck as far as I know never disclosed his own religion; he certainly did not make any noise or created any fuss about it, but his understanding of God and mankind comes through as no other one ever managed.  There is no other as deep as Steinbeck’s ‘To a God Unknown’ about man and God, or equal in my experience.  In ‘The Winter of our Discontent’ [1961] he paints a vivid picture of Man in agony with his conscience.  He gets very close to craft the painting of Ethan Hawley into exquisite art.  The end of the work is a masterpiece of pure art.

In ‘East of Eden’ Steinbeck becomes alive as a Man; part of his history, his family and his deep faith in family life all mingle with the joy and tragedy of those who lived and died, those who died but never lived and the few who will for ever live.

Then there is ‘Travels with Charley’ and what can anyone say on that?

I will get to that masterpiece, the best ever travelogue by anyone, and to the other writers who inspired me.  Let us now look at the Seasons of Time.

This time of the year, more or less almost spot on the 7th of May and again about 7th of November the Seasons of Nature change in both Southern and Northern Hemispheres.  It has been like that for ever and will endure forever.

Nature is our only guide to what has been and what will be.

I do not believe the Prophets of Doom or the gullible predictions of how great Mankind can make the World.  Nature is [and was] part of the creation, and I live very close to it every day of my life.

I don’t mind the speculations of Darwin and his ilk; actually it is great reading and great opportunities for conversation but it is no science.

Science as developed by fragile Mankind is based on theory and the limits of understanding what is far beyond our capabilities, and even further beyond our need to know more than that.

All the great Faiths and Religions are in perfect harmony on Nature and Creation, and I accept that evolution was and still is part of the Creation and that they are perfect similarities; that some humans would claim that they are incongruent is and remains a mystery to me.

The Seasons of Nature tell me that they are part of the Greatness of God, our Creator and the Great Hand that guides our future.

I therefore on this day want to state where I stand and will take you through another favorite writer, though I did not agree with him on everything in life of his later years I respect him for ‘The Source’ and his name is: James Michener.

‘The Source’ was first published in 1965; it does not say what I am about to say but that is what I took from it way back, sometimes forgot about, but now wish to state as my motto.

I believe in God the Almighty Creator and our Destiny AND I believe that:

God=Jehovah=Allah=Jaweh=God

And I don’t know or understand what the fuss is all about.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com