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Supercrooks and Superheroes

Super heroesWhen I was a kid I used to love comics. It started when I was just a wee girl in Japan back in the early 60’s, watching Manga animations on the telly. My favourite was the “Golden Skeleton” and I especially remember one episode where the boy and the girl were trapped in a steel box that was slowly filling up with water….Ah, the thrill of fear! At the very last minute the Golden Skeleton entered the scene, ripping the box apart, saving the boy and the girl. This might sound really random and sort of gross, but these comics left me with the secure notion that there would always be a Golden Skeleton (aka super hero) to save me and the world. I would always be safe. With time and growing up of course I realised that this wasn’t the case. But, on the other hand, there were no super crooks really, just the cold war…and that ended.

Now there are super crooks, like Monsanto, going for world domination. A real honest-to-god comic-book like super crook. Monsanto wants to control the food, our sustenance, wants to turn it into a chemical cocktail of poison. Monsanto is killing the bees, the soil, nature and us. And what about Nestlé and the water? Another super crook trying to control the very essence of life.

Where is the superhero? Where is Golden Skeleton?

Watching the reactions of people around the world, my conclusion is this:

We are all heroes, each and every one of us, and when we unite in one voice we become a superhero. When united, nobody can overrule us, not Monsanto, not Nestlé. We are the majority and as weak as we are on our own, as strong we can be when united.

 

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Consumer responsibility

Over the past couple of years I have watched the internet explode with posts and articles about multimillion dollar companies exploiting us and the Earth. There are outrageous outcries about cracking, GMO foods, chemtrails, cruelty to animals…Just to mention a few.

Yes, I agree. But it didn’t happen overnight, did it? We are all responsible for this, we allowed it to happen. I can’t remember hearing more than vague murmurs during most of my life. And the people who complained back in the 60’s and 70’s when it was still ”sort of” reversible, were stamped as hippies, new age-people and ”green-wavers” which, at the time, was not a compliment. They were idiots to not get on the band-wagon of consumerism…Who on earth would ever want to go back to ”the old way of living”? Only crazy people. The Brave New World had finally come to mankind…

No to atomic power

No to atomic power

On March 23, 1980 there was a vote about nuclear power in Sweden. There were 3 options, none of them was for keeping or expanding nuclear power. This was a really hot subject and I remember demonstrations all over the country. People were divided, a lot of people really wanted nuclear power and there was fighting in the streets. This was a massive happening.

The options were:

  • 1) Nuclear power is phased out at a pace that is possible given the need of electrical power for maintaining employment and welfare. (18.94%)
  • 2) Same as option nr 1 but with the addition of excess profits in hydropower production are redeemed through taxation. All future energy facilities of significance would be owned by the state and municipalities.(39.12%)
  • 3) No to the continued expansion of nuclear power and the decommissioning of the reactors in operation within maximum ten years.(38.65%)

Option number 3 won, people rejoiced…

30 years later, March 22, 2010 (note the date), the government declared a new proposition saying:

Nuclear power – more responsibility and opportunities for generations. Those old units shall, with the fulfillment of certain conditions, get replaced by new ones on the same site as the old”

I haven’t heard any complaints, people are not hitting the streets to demonstrate against this proposition which is actually overriding what was decided through a democrative vote…YAY democracy…

Where are all those people who were protesting back in 1980? The people that really thought it mattered, that cared enough to take to the streets to make themselves heard? Maybe they are all dead or maybe they are just mumbling in their warm houses in front of the wide-screen telly, I don’t know. I do know that they are being very loudly horrified by Fukoshima, even more than they were about Tjernobyl, which actually hit Sweden rather badly.

It’s a sad state of affairs, but the truth. 

It’ same, same with almost everything; if it’s there, we’ll use it indiscriminately…God forbid that our comfort or consumer hunger would be threatened. Water, anyone?

Wood Horse

Happy Chinese New Year!

Wood Horse

Wood Horse

After two years of introspection and hard work, laying bricks for the future, this year will bring action. Victory, adventure and production are key-words for this coming year. I have laid my bricks carefully and painstakingly, and SMACK on the day the Horse year started, the results began coming in. Every day there is news and positive signs for the future. The Horse is an animal of great speed and endurance, it might be a good idea to keep your eyes on the goal so you don’t get side-tracked.

Love the Horse ❤

Facebook narcissism

kultur_facebook-fac_728700aI have been thinking and watching and wondering about Facebook, this place of maximum narcissism. We can create a new me, the person we want to be and present this person to the world. We choose what we want to show. It is all about beauty and success, this is what is supposed to define our worth. Personal pics are high on the scale of getting action; comments about beauty, youth, sex and success; all superlatives, as well as loads of “likes”. There is an abundance of apps to highlight yourself and place on your wall; these apps will never be negative. I decided to make an experiment using such an app.

The app I used for my experiment was “How old do you look?” I’d seen it around, and decided it was a good choice. The app scans your profile pic and gives you the age you look and then you can post that to your profile. Said and done; “Anna is 52 and looks like 37.”  I posted it to my profile between an article about rape of women and a video presenting a most incredible and impressive 13-year old boy.

After a short time I had loads of likes on this app-post, together with comments such as: “You are always beautiful”, “You never age”…and so on. You know, the standard stuff that Everybody says. The posts around did not have any reactions, no likes, no shares, nothing. And this was seriously interesting and important stuff, the kind of stuff we should be wrapping our heads around.

I left the post up for about a week before taking it down. The trend stayed the same.

Just sayin’

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I hope the new year started nicely for y’all. I spent it quietly with my closest friends, figuring that after the turbulence and drama of 2013 it might be a good idea to start off the year calmly, hoping that to set the tone for 2014.  Don’t know if it really works like that, but it’s worth a try. I am looking forward to an exciting year of many changes, fulfilling of projects and interesting challenges.

Happy new year to you all wherever you are 🙂

What are you prepared to give up for life?

Mother Earth is suffering, worse, she’s seriously sick, and she needs help NOW. Right this minute and every minute after that for as long as you can imagine. This is reality. Mother Earth is our life-support and when she suffers, we suffer. She is ill and so are we. The question is; what are you prepared to do, or give up, to save her…And yourself?

It is daunting, isn’t it? Multinational corporations that can’t be touched, using up, polluting and destroying our world. We feel very small in their shadow. We rave and we rant, looking for “clean” solutions, which is good but only goes so far. We live in a world where we take the results of this destruction for granted; electricity, fuel for our cars, foods from everywhere in our corner-shop, new machines, technology…Most everything that we use and feel we need – Every day! What are you prepared to give up? Will you exchange your car for a cleaner alternative, or maybe start commuting? Will you stop buying stuff? Will you turn off your electricity even though it is not a question of economy? Will you keep your old telly, computer, stereo, phone that still works fine and forego the fancy new model? Will you start repairing your old clothes instead of buying new? Everything is limited and everything has a cost. There is no such thing as unlimited resources.

Earth Hour; one hour per year people turn of their electricity to make a stand for Mother Earth; that’s one hour out of 8 760 hours in a year. Why am I not impressed? A lot of people won’t even do this one hour, I have heard some of the comments; “what should I do for one hour without my machines…?” And during this one hour, closed stores are still lit up like Christmas trees so we can look through the window and drool over all the stuff we think that we need or want.

People; if you want change, you will have to be the change. We are all consumers and as such we hold tremendous power. The multinational corporations might seem daunting and we stand before them as Don Quixote before the windmills. But we are the world! Every little person put together become the ruler, but only if we are prepared to put it into action. So again; What are you prepared to give up for life?

Lady Magpie

Pica Pica, Ms Magpie showing off

Pica Pica, Miss Magpie showing off

LADY MAGPIE

Lady Magpie was once Miss Magpie; she wore a dress too advanced for her young years, turning the heads of all around her. Though she never understood why, she seemed always to be in trouble with the advanced ladies of her tribe. They called her a harlot, an outsider and a tramp dressed up in fineries she did not deserve.
Miss Magpie had a heart of gold and she was badly hurt by these accusations made – though never to her face, so she could never defend herself – she just did not understand… In silence she carried the pain of exclusion from the group she so coveted to be a part of. She was a shy little soul and would seldom raise her voice to be heard.  When all the other magpies teased and laughed in unison, she was silent, she hardly knew the sound of her own voice.
What Miss Magpie failed to understand was the fact that she, both in looks and conversation, gave the impression of a worldly woman, albeit young, and society made no discrimination; if you talk the talk and do the walk, then you are it. Nobody bothered to look deeper at the lost little girl who happened to be gifted with both the beauty of youth and the plumes of her elders.

Miss Magpie, though having a heart of gold, was not slow to pick up on the advantages bestowed on her by others, even though she did not understand. She learned quickly to move effortlessly through the salons of low as well as high, being rewarded with the momentary love of many, the lasting love of none, all the while keeping her tender heart locked into a gilded cage of dreams, just waiting for the right moment to burst through in all its passion. She was patient. She bore tears, hurt, heartache, humiliation and pain with aloofness and cool. Her peers started fearing her, hating her and admiring her; who was this young girl who would not bend her neck or fall to her knees in tears? Why would she not be broken?

Pica Pica turning into Mrs Magpie

Pica Pica turning into Mrs Magpie

The years went by and Miss Magpie’s feathers started getting a bit frazzled at the edges. She found herself a nice Mr Magpie who made her a decent woman and took her far away where she was not known. Mr Magpie was a kind man but ignorant of the movings of the world. He dried her silent tears and stood patiently, though confused, at her side when he didn’t recognize her. They had children, little beautiful magpies, that they brought up in perfect harmony; she breaking her gilded cage that held her heart, and he, protecting them all.
The little magpies, not knowing the luck and joy they had encountered, thrived and grew to finally leave their home to search for their future and make their fortunes.

Mrs Magpie, having known the security of being an honorable individual suddenly felt lost, her close loving connection with Mr Magpie flowing away as the little ones left the nest, leaving her as confused as in her earlier years. But she had grown strong under the care and love of Mr Magpie and their little ones. She was no longer a fool.
She decided to leave, she had to leave. She had to know who she was – on her own. She had to know if she could fly. Gathering her feathers around her, she flew off into the future, her future, to see if it was even there. Not knowing if she would die trying, she had to try…She had to see if her wings would bear the weight of who she was. After much turmoil she found another land where she had to be silent because there was nobody to understand what she sang. In silence she turned into Lady Magpie, the exotic creature from another world, in silence she accepted the first tributes of her existence.

Lady Magpie, at last, singing her song

Lady Magpie, at last, singing her song

She could hardly believe it was true, after half a lifetime she suddenly mattered, still she stayed silent, hardly breathing. She went about her business and tended to her gardens and to whoever walked through her door, her heart soaring high above her in a new-found freedom. She was forgotten and she was remembered, but it didn’t matter, because none of it was real, and for the first time she became true to herself. One early morning she stepped into her garden, opened her soul and sang…Her song. She is Lady Magpie and she is true.

(It was hard to find credits for these beautiful pics, but I hope and wish that you amazing photographers out there realize the why and how I used your soulful pics of these beautiful birds <3)