The real threat to Our Way of Life: Al Bla’ira

Al Bla'ir in action

Al Bla'ira in action

Our man in the Middle East is once again in the limelight. (He is of course not our man; it remains to be seen whether he is his own man.)  He remains though, a favourite subject, touching in us perhaps the same sort of horror-admiration we might experience at the antics of some dangerous animal. The Rex Features photograph the Guardian have gone with (shown here on the right) is a good one, showing a certain telltale crystalline hardness of the left eye. We will, I suspect, be seeing rather more of that.

But let us not become mesmerised just yet.

The Guardian article is officially about the resignation of one Mark Labovitch from Blair’s Firerush Ventures, an organisation which “gives its address as a PO box in West London” and was first mentioned by the Guardian as a source of mystery in 2009. Far from being the sort of earnestly transparent, hand on heart, God-fearing business vehicle one might well expect from the man that did the right thing on Afghanistan and Iraq and Libya and is apparently tired of apologising for simply doing what he felt was right, Firerush, like Windrush, its parallel vehicle, is like something out of a William Gibson novel.

So what? 

Is this not how it goes these days? You do your bit in politics and the prize is, at top level, a multi-million pound business empire like Al Bla’ira’s, complete with regular appearances at the Emirates Palace in Abu Dhabi, “one of the most expensive resorts in the world.” (At lower level, you’re still working the expenses and second homes stuff like former Al Bla’ira girl turned women’s rights campaigner, the Rt. Hon. Harriet Harman MP.) It really is a simple matter of typing names into Google and it’s all there. Loads and loads of it. So much so that one might indeed think, well, so what? It’s the way it goes these days.

We might cough, if not exactly choke, chewing over news of Al Bla’ira’s lucrative deal with the Israelis, allowing Kuwaiti mobile phone company Wataniya to launch a network in Gaza. We might remember, as we explore its curious flavour, that someone called Tony Blair was once the British Prime Minister who did the right thing invading Iraq, was advised on Middle Eastern affairs by the colourful, multiply arrested Lord Levy, went on to become Middle East Peace Envoy and later, spokesperson for the Quartet appointed to oversee diplomatic relations in the Middle East. We might wonder why the Middle East Peace Envoy would say, “You cannot rule out the use of military force against Iran if they continue to develop nuclear weapons.” Or why the Quartet Representative would condemn as ‘deeply confrontational’ the Palestinian request of the United Nations to recognise an independent Palestinian state. You might, as the curious flavour turns rankling and foul, start to wonder if, while it is quite simply and frankly how it goes these days, you’re just gonna swallow it anyway.

This is where it gets interesting

Blair was elected into power by popular vote. In that distant era, people genuinely believed in him. Extraordinarily, people continue to believe in him – and Brown and Harman and Cameron and even Mandelson – to this day. I don’t believe (in) Tony Blair.

But I do believe in Al Bla’ira. Here is a baseless (“PO Box in West London”) and secret global network, linked by a powerful religion in which it’s followers believe “because they believe it compels them to believe in it.” Here is an organisation evidently opposed to our way of life – “openness, democracy, freedom and the rule of law.”

How do they get away with it?

What is happening now in the world at large is an ordering, a separation of light from dark, of that which ascends from that which descends. This is always happening, has always been happening. If you like, we can avoid any ring of prophecy and the like and say simply say that this separation process is currently particularly noticeable. Ironically, the hallmark of this fundamental separation is its exact opposite – mixing, concealment, masquerade – which is exactly the mission of Al Bla’ira. Here indeed is an organisation of darkness masquerading as the light.

In idle moments when I have other more pressing and probably more boring things to do, I try to imagine what goes on inside the mind of Al Bla’ira’s shadowy leader. Does he really genuinely believe he is doing the right thing? From our point of view he is possessed by dark forces, which keep him from the light, perhaps as a crack addict or paedophile is kept from the light. Or is he fully cognizant of the great damage he is wreaking upon human values in being a Peace Envoy that rattles the sabre? If he is, then is he able to do it because he truly believes there are no consequences? He is in this case literally godless, on a far grander scale but not unlike the unfortunate Reece Donovan, sent down recently for pretending to help the broken-jawed Malaysian student in riots in Barking, East London, while really stealing from him.

Al Bla’ira is playing havoc with our ethics on a far grander scale. Indeed, it is a threat to Our Way of Life. Thus far, its behaviour seems to demon-strate that there are no consequences. Crime pays. And the bigger the crime, the bigger the pay. But they get away with it because, ultimately, we still sort of want them to…

I am making two arguments here.

1. Outer reflecting Inner. It will only be when we each examine our own shadow, our own dark masquerading as light, that this diabolism will cease in the world at large.

2. One ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them. Al Bla’ira is doing the Devil’s work, which is simply the binding together of That Which Must Descend.

Which is not to say, do nothing. But nor is it for me to say what to do other than, whatever it is, you enquire ruthlessly, brutally, as to whether it is dark masquerading as light.

Assuming, of course, you’d rather go up than down…

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End of the spermatozoic era

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/sep/02/anti-abortion-critics-nadine-dorries:

The campaign to toughen Britain’s abortion laws was losing momentum as Tory MPs on Friday backed a rival amendment and questions emerged about links to Christian counselling services that might benefit from the proposed reform.

Here if ever is an issue which will only be resolved by women restored to their proper power, i.e. with genuine transcendent intuition, able to understand issues such as these unclouded by – in this case – American Evangelical “Christianity” – in other words blokes exerting the same spermatozoic half-Nelson they have had women in for millennia. As Monty Python sang, “Every sperm is sacred…”

Is it not obvious, given the immensely complex, emotional and sometimes painful process of menstruation, that the human female egg is the thing that is sacred? Each woman carries within her a finite number of eggs, release over the course of her lifetime. Blokes on the other hand cook up millions of fresh sperm every time they glimpse a pair of boobs.

Precisely why, you will say, the fertilised egg is sacred. Women who abort are murderers, you will say. Life begins at conception. Perhaps! But this is post hoc moral high-grounding. The cock withdrawn, the cave door rolled shut and its contents left to resurrect. To be borne and born and suckled and nurtured by the woman.

If every sperm is sacred, then it is blokes who must respect the cock, this curious Y-chromosome viral add-on. A genetic graft contrived to compensate for the catastrophic schism between soul and matter. Almost everything we know about the world and our place in it comes from this dark aeon whose brightest spark to date is probably the iPhone – and I am not being wholly ironic here, this device has its part to play!

But for those able to cleanse themselves of the millennia of blokery, able to see the laughable triviality of the cock and ball story of it, its imminent obsolescence in the face of massive global overpopulation (yes, India and your moustachioed bloke-clones) there are other glimmers!

O woman, deep in your toils. Persist! And you will meet your Lady!

Compassion test 8 8 11 (Advanced)

It’s difficult this, isn’t it? On the one hand we have a petition set up by someone in the Department of Work and Pensions who want convicted looters to be stripped of all benefits. Clearly, this is not an official Government mandate, and yet, as far as I can see (11 Aug 2011) the DWP has not distanced itself from the petition. Regardless of the sense of the petition, it is a chaotic precedent.

London riots: bleeding boy robbed by passers-by

London riots: bleeding boy robbed by passers-by

And then there’s the video of the slight Chinese boy with bleeding head and broken jaw in foetal position on a bridge in Barking being robbed by passers-by pretending to help him to his feet. Earlier today I watched other people watching it and decided I did not want to watch it after their faces crinkled with revulsion. Revulsion is the word. Instinctive recoil away from the big white lad in the baseball cap who takes the phone or games console or whatever it is from the injured lad’s rucksack while the big black lad segues smoothly from helping the fallen boy up to holding his arms. I feel soiled watching it.

The revulsion we feel is Natural. It is Nature in us recoiling from the Unnatural. The Predator, the Flyer’s Mind, the Impostor, the Implant, the Virus, Demon, Devil. The mechanism evolved by generations of darkness, trauma, abuse.

But we must go beyond revulsion. We must exercise compassion for this big white lad and big black lad? Why? Because to hate them, curse them, wish upon them some Saudi-esque punishment of blindfolds and stones and shallow graves is to pour oil on the fire that burns but gives no light. Perhaps you will carry your stones in your hand and throw them instinctively at the next big white lad in a baseball cap you meet. Another leap of lightless flame.

Start with the onlookers. Watch the body language and you will see they are all afraid of big white lad. Perhaps The Mechanism blocks out Revulsion, but they know in their hearts that what they are witnessing, facilitating, is wrong. About as wrong as it gets. A dreadful perversion of the Good Samaritan. An archetype stained.

I am not asking you to love these unfortunates. I am not asking for compassion for the perpetrators at the expense of compassion for the victim. I am not even asking for  the Saudi-esque sentence to be stayed.

Beheading or stoning or walking away scott free makes no difference. True Justice lies in the simple Newtonian mechanics of Karma. Every action is met with an equal and opposite reaction. Big white lad’s Mechanism must be drop forged steel. Zero tolerance. Perhaps no Revulsion for him this lifetime. Just at its end, the regret, terrible remorse, a million times more terrible in its uselessness, of perverting the archetypal deed – helping the injured. The banishment of our Revolted faces points the way. Down. Only Down. Thicker and darker and heavier until such point where existence collapses – even drop forged demons.

Big white lad’s Mechanism is so well made it intercepts that most human of reflexes – compassion. In counterpoise then, a healing of the ancient nerves, we must exercise Compassion for  him and his associates. For their long Descent.