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Truths, universally acknowledged, that…

Note: Re-edit of ““It is a truth, universally acknowledged that…” November 28, 2012

“It is a truth, universally acknowledged that a Muslim man, regardless of his fortune, must be in want of a 9 year-old virgin wife…”.

That’s how Nassrine started the discussion with the opening sentence of Jane Austen book “Pride and Prejudice”, a temptation that a reader is most likely to feel and rearrange….

Manna rejoined: “It is a truth, universally acknowledged that a Muslim man will eventually displace his older wife for a fresh naive 16 year-old virgin…”

Azar Nafisi, an Iranian author, held Thursday’s sessions for 7 of her former students, discussing selected English fiction novels and keeping diaries.

What is your “truth, universally acknowledged….?”

Azin, who is in the process of divorcing her third husband, said: “Who is thinking about love these days? The islamic Republic of Iran has taken us back to Jane Austen’s blessed arranged marriages. Nowadays, girls marry either because of family pressures, or to get a green card, or to secure financial stability… And we are talking about educated girls, discussing English literature, and who have gone to college…”

Mahshed replied: “Many women are independent in Iran, and are business women and who have chosen to live alone…”

Manna retorted: “Most women don’t have a choice now. In previous periods, my mother could chose her husband and wearing the veil was optional…”

Nassrine said: “Temporary marriage contracts are all the rage. President Rafsanjani is encouraging these kinds of short-term marriage contracts… Many conservative clerics call these contracts a sanctified form of prostitution… A few progressive men are for these contracts, and I tell them that they should demand that this law gives women the same rights as men… Talk about hypocrisy!”

At the start of the 20th century, the age of marriage was changed to 13 and increased to 18.

In the 1960’s, there was little difference between the rights of both genders, and women were at a par with western democratic States standards in human rights.

As Khomeini grabbed power in 1979, and this totalitarian and theocratic regime came in the name of the Past, and individual freedom was banished… the first law was to repeal the Family-Protection law, which guaranteed women’s rights at home and at work.

The legal marriage age for women was lowered again to 9 year-old, sort of 8.5 lunar years… Adultery and prostitution were punished by stoning to death, and women were considered to have half the worth of men

And why this 9 year-old cut-off standard for marriageable girl?

Prophet Muhammad had officially married Aisha at the age of 9 but he didn’t have intercourse with Aicha until she was 13. They didn’t beget any children. Aicha was the most beloved of wives and the most educated. Aicha’s father was Abu Bakr, later to become the first Caliph of the Muslims.

This terribly jealous wife used to throw tantrums when exposed to injustices.

As Muhammad announced his desire to marry another wife (9 wives in total), Aicha shouted: “This God of yours has the habit of satisfying all your desires in verses…

Aicha was in charge of transcribing the verses during Muhammad’s bouts of epilepsy.

And the Muslim clerics want to emulate their prophets, particularly in lifestyle that pleases their pleasures and comfort…

Sanaz was to meet with her long-time preferred Iranian young man, accompanied by her family, across the border in Turkey: The beau was settled in England for the last 6 years and decided to give it a shot and get engaged with Sanaz. The discussion among the girls was on how to discover the compatibility attribute, after so many years of absence, before Sanaz agrees to get engaged.

Nassrine suggested that “The first thing you should do to test your compatibility is dance with him

This suggestion was a reminder of the “Dear Jane Society” idea of forming dance sessions: Teacher Azar had gathered the girl students after class following a lecture on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice to dance in the style of Austen’s period (the Napoleonic age). But that is another story.

Note 1: The story is taken from “Reading Lolita in Tehran” by Azar Nafisi

Note 2: If interested in a biography of Aicha, check

Deep State? Global Reset? Deactivation of before Covid-19 institutional myths?

It is becoming an evidence that those influential members in the Elite Classes have never been elected in any democracy. Only their shadow powers are advanced forward.

I tend to believe that there is a “Club” for the Elite classes of deep pockets and vast network of connection, that appoint a “Sub Club” of think tank members to draw plans on how to punish States that refuse to negotiate the level of suffering and sanctions to be levied on them.

Note: It requires a high level of general knowledge to differentiate between factual stories and fake news. You have got to do your due diligence if you care about fairness and equity in societies and be determined to face-off to all kinds of indignities and injustices levied on most communities.

La « Réinitialisation mondiale » (« Global Reset ») – Désactivée. « L’État profond ».

Imaginez, vous vivez dans un monde dans lequel on vous dit qu’il est une démocratie – et vous pouvez même le croire – mais en fait votre vie et votre destin sont entre les mains de quelques oligarques ultra-riches, ultra-puissants et ultra-inhumains.

Ils peuvent être appelés État profond, ou simplement « la Bête », ou n’importe quoi d’autre d’obscur ou d’introuvable – peu importe. Ils sont inférieurs à 0,0001%.

Faute d’une meilleure expression, appelons-les pour l’instant les « individus obscurs » (“obscure individuals”, obscure influential members in the Elite Classes).

Ces « individus obscurs » qui prétendent diriger notre monde n’ont jamais été élus.

Nous n’avons pas besoin de les nommer. Vous découvrirez qui ils sont, et pourquoi ils sont célèbres, et certains d’entre eux totalement invisibles.

Ils ont créé des structures, ou des organismes sans aucun format légal.

Ils agissent totalement hors de la légalité internationale. Ils sont à l’avant-garde de « la Bête ». Il y a peut-être plusieurs « bêtes » en concurrence. Mais elles ont le même objectif : Un nouvel ordre mondial ou un seul ordre mondial (NWO, ou OWO).

Ces « individus obscurs » dirigent, par exemple, le Forum économique mondial (FEM – représentant la Grande industrie, la Grande finance et de Grande renommée), le Groupe des 7 – G7, le Groupe des 20 – G20 (les dirigeants des nations les plus « fortes » économiquement).

Il existe également quelques entités de moindre importance, appelées la Société Bilderberg, le Conseil des relations étrangères (Council on Foreign Relations, CFR), Chatham House et d’autres encore.

Les membres de toutes ces entités se chevauchent. Et même ce front élargi représente moins de 0,001 %.

Ils se sont tous superposés à des gouvernements nationaux souverains élus et constitutionnels, et à LA multinationale mondiale, les Nations unies, l’ONU.

En fait, ils ont coopté l’ONU pour faire leur travail.

Les directeurs généraux de l’ONU, ainsi que les directeurs généraux des multiples sous-organisations de l’ONU, sont choisis pour la plupart par les États-Unis, avec le consentement de leurs vassaux européens – en fonction du profil politique et psychologique du candidat.

Si sa « performance » à la tête de l’ONU ou de l’une de ses sous-organisations échoue, ses jours sont comptés.

L’Union européenne, les organisations de Bretton Woods, la Banque mondiale et le FMI, ainsi que l’Organisation mondiale du commerce (OMC)…

Et la Cour pénale internationale (CPI) de La Haye, ont également été cooptés ou créés par la ou les « Bête(s) ». Elle n’a pas de pouvoir réel. Uniquement pour s’assurer que la loi est toujours du côté des hors-la-loi.

Outre les principales institutions financières internationales, la Banque mondiale et le FMI, il existe ce que l’on appelle les banques régionales de développement et autres institutions financières similaires, qui contrôlent les pays de leurs régions respectives.

En fin de compte, c’est l’économie financière ou de la dette qui contrôle tout.

Le banditisme néolibéral occidental a créé un système dans lequel la désobéissance politique peut être punie par l’oppression économique ou le vol pur et simple des biens nationaux dans les territoires internationaux. Le dénominateur commun de ce système est le dollar US (toujours) omniprésent.

Les « individus non élues »

La suprématie de ces « individus obscurs » non élus est de plus en plus évidente.

Nous, « le Peuple », considérons qu’il est « normal » qu’ils prennent les décisions, et non pas ce que nous appelons – ou étions autrefois fiers d’appeler – nos nations souveraines et nos gouvernements souverainement élus.

Ils sont devenus un troupeau de moutons obéissants. « La Bête » a progressivement et tranquillement pris le dessus. Nous n’avons pas remarqué. C’est la tactique du salami : vous le coupez tranche par tranche et quand le salami a disparu, vous vous rendez compte qu’il ne vous reste plus rien, que votre liberté, vos droits civils et humains ont disparu.

À ce moment-là, il est trop tard. Le Patriot Act étasunien en est un bon exemple. Il a été préparé bien avant le 11 septembre. Une fois le 11 septembre « arrivé », le Patriot Act a été adopté par le Congrès en un rien de temps – pour la protection future du peuple – les gens l’ont réclamé par peur – et – bingo, le Patriot Act a privé environ 90% de la population étasunienne de sa liberté et de ses droits civils. Pour de bon.

Nous sommes devenus esclaves de « la Bête ».

« La Bête » décide de l’essor ou de l’effondrement de nos économies, de qui devrait être endetté, quand et où une pandémie devrait éclater, et des conditions de survie à la pandémie, par exemple le confinement social.

Et pour couronner le tout, les instruments que « la Bête » utilise, très astucieusement, sont un minuscule ennemi invisible, appelé virus, et un monstre énorme mais aussi invisible, appelé LA PEUR.

Cela nous empêche d’aller dans la rue, de retrouver nos amis, d’aller au théâtre, de faire du sport ou de pique-niquer dans le parc.

Bientôt, « la Bête » décidera qui vivra et qui mourra, littéralement – si nous la laissons faire.

Ce n’est peut-être pas si loin. Une autre vague de pandémie et les gens pourraient ainsi supplier, crier et hurler pour obtenir un vaccin, pour sonner le glas et pour le super profit des grandes sociétés pharmaceutiques – et pour atteindre les objectifs des eugénistes qui parcourent ouvertement le monde – voyez ceci.

Il est encore temps de dire NON collectivement. Collectivement et solidairement.

Prenez le dernier cas d’imposture flagrante.

Comme par hasard, après le passage de la première vague de Covid-19, au moins dans le « Nord global », où se prennent les grandes décisions mondiales, au début du mois de juin 2020, le président non élu du FEM, Klaus Schwab, a annoncé « La grande Réinitialisation » (“The Great Reset”).

Profitant de l’effondrement économique – le choc de la crise, comme dans « La doctrine du choc » – M. Schwab, un des leaders de « la Bête », annonce ouvertement ce que le FEM va discuter et décider pour le monde à venir lors de son prochain Forum de Davos en janvier 2021. Pour plus de détails, voir ceci.

Nous, le peuple, accepterons-nous l’ordre du jour des individus du FEM non élus ?

Le FEM se concentrera de manière opportune sur la protection de ce qui reste de la Terre Mère ; évidemment, au centre se trouvera le « Réchauffement climatique », basé sur le CO2 produit par l’humain.

L’instrument de cette protection de la nature et de l’humanité sera l’Agenda 2030 des Nations unies – qui équivaut aux Objectifs de développement durable (ODD) des Nations unies. Il sera axé sur la manière de reconstruire l’économie mondiale délibérément détruite, tout en respectant les principes (« verts ») des 17 ODD.

Mais attention, tout est relié.

Il n’y a pas de coïncidences. Le tristement célèbre Agenda 2021, qui coïncide avec et complète le soi-disant Agenda 2030 des Nations unies, sera dûment inauguré par la déclaration officielle du FEM de « The Great Reset », en janvier 2021.

De même, la mise en œuvre de l’agenda de « The Great Reset » a commencé en janvier 2020, avec le déclenchement de la pandémie de coronavirus – prévue depuis des décennies, les derniers événements visibles étant le rapport Rockfeller de 2010 avec son « Lockstep Scénario » (le Scénario du verrouillage), et l’événement 2010, du 18 octobre à New York qui a simulé par ordinateur une pandémie de coronavirus, laissant en 18 mois 65 millions de morts et une économie en ruine.

Cela a été programmée quelques semaines seulement avant le lancement de la véritable pandémie de COVID-19. Voir COVID-19, We Are Now Living the « Lock Step Scenario », voir en français La farce et l’agenda diabolique d’un «verrouillage universel» et ceci et ceci (et en français ceci).

Les émeutes raciales

Des émeutes raciales, initiées par le mouvement Black Lives Matter (financé par la Fondation Ford et l’Open Society Foundation de Soros), à la suite de l’assassinat brutal de l’Afro-Américain George Floyd par une bande de policiers de Minneapolis se sont répandues comme un feu de brousse en un rien de temps dans plus de 160 villes dans le monde, d’abord aux États-Unis, puis en Europe.

Ces émeutes ne sont pas seulement liées à l’agenda de « la Bête », mais elles constituent une déviation bien commode de la catastrophe humaine provoquée par la  pandémie Covid-19. Voir aussi ceci.

Le plan infâme de « la Bête » pour mettre en œuvre ce qui se cache réellement derrière l’Agenda 2030 des Nations unies est l’Agenda ID2020 qui demeure méconnue du grand public. Voir La pandémie du coronavirus COVID-19 : Le vrai danger est « l’Agenda ID2020 ».

Cet agenda a été créé et financé par le gourou de la vaccination Bill Gates, tout comme la GAVI (Global Alliance for Vaccines and Immunizations), l’association des grandes entreprises pharmaceutiques – qui a participé à la création des vaccins coronavirus et qui finance avec la Fondation Bill et Melinda Gates (BMGF) une part importante du budget de l’OMS

La « Grande réinitialisation » (« Great Reset »), telle qu’annoncée par Klaus Schwab du FEM, est censée être mise en œuvre par l’Agenda ID2020.

C’est plus que ce que l’on pourrait croire.

L’Agenda ID2020 est même intégré aux SDG, puisque la SDG 16.9 « d’ici 2030, fournira une identité légale [numérique] pour tous, y compris l’enregistrement gratuit des naissances« . Cela s’inscrit parfaitement dans l’objectif global de la SDG 16 : « Promouvoir des sociétés pacifiques et inclusives pour un développement durable, fournir un accès à la justice pour tous et mettre en place des institutions efficaces, responsables et inclusives à tous les niveaux« .

Suivant la voie officielle de l’Agenda 2030 des Nations unies pour la réalisation des SDG, l’Agenda ID2020 « mise en oeuvre » – qui est actuellement testé sur des écoliers au Bangladesh – fournira des cartes d’identité numérisées, éventuellement sous la forme de nano-puces implantées en même temps que les programmes de vaccination obligatoires, encouragera la numérisation de l’argent et le déploiement des 5G – qui seraient nécessaires pour télécharger et contrôler les données personnelles sur les nanopuces et pour contrôler la population.

L’Agenda ID2020 inclura très probablement aussi des « programmes » – par la vaccination ? – de réduction significative de la population mondiale.

L’eugénisme est une composante importante du contrôle de la population mondiale future dans le cadre d’un NOW / OWO – voir aussi Georgia Guidestones, mystérieusement construit en 1980.

L’élite dirigeante a utilisé le confinement comme instrument pour mener à bien ce programme. Sa mise en œuvre se heurterait naturellement à des protestations massives, organisées et financées selon les mêmes modalités que les protestations et manifestations du BLM. Il se peut qu’elles ne soient pas pacifiques – et qu’elles ne soient pas planifiées comme telles.

En effet, pour contrôler la population aux États-Unis et en Europe, où l’on s’attendrait à la plupart des manifestations de la société civile, une militarisation totale de la population est nécessaire. Cela est en cours de préparation.

Dans son essai « The Big Plantation« , John Steppling rapporte, à partir d’un article de NYT, que

« Depuis 2006, un minimum de 93, 763 mitrailleuses, 180 ,718 cartouches de chargeur, des centaines de silencieux et un nombre inconnu de lance-grenades ont été fournis aux services de police d’État et locaux aux États-Unis.

Cela s’ajoute à au moins 533 avions et hélicoptères, et 432 MRAP – véhicules blindés de 9 pieds de haut, de 30 tonnes, protégés contre les embuscades et dotés de tourelles à canon et de plus de 44, 900 pièces d’équipement de vision nocturne, régulièrement utilisés lors de raids nocturnes en Afghanistan et en Irak ».

Il ajoute que cette militarisation s’inscrit dans une plus vaste tendance. Depuis la fin des années 1990, environ 89 % des services de police étasuniens desservant des populations de 50 000 personnes ou plus disposaient d’une PPU (unité paramilitaire de police), soit près du double de ce qui existait au milieu des années 1980. Il appelle ces polices militarisées la nouvelle Gestapo.

Même avant la pandémie COVID-19, environ 15 à 20 % de la population se trouvait sur ou sous le seuil de pauvreté aux États-Unis.

L’anéantissement économique post-covidien va au moins doubler ce pourcentage – et augmenter proportionnellement le risque de révoltes civiles et d’affrontements avec les autorités – ce qui renforce encore le raisonnement en faveur d’une force de police militarisée.

Le Crypto RMB chinois

Bien entendu, aucun de ces scénarios ne sera présenté au public par le FEM en janvier 2021. Il s’agit de décisions prises à huis clos par les acteurs clés de « la Bête ».

Cependant, ce plan grandiose de la « Grande Réinitialisation » (« Great Reset ») ne va pas nécessairement se réaliser. La moitié au moins de la population mondiale et certains des pays les plus puissants, économiquement et militairement – comme la Chine et la Russie – y sont opposés.

« Reset » peut-être oui, mais pas dans ces termes occidentaux. En fait, une réinitialisation de ce type est déjà en cours, la Chine étant sur le point de lancer une nouvelle monnaie cryptographique basée sur une chaîne de blocs, le RMB cryptographique, ou yuan. Il ne s’agit pas seulement d’une monnaie forte basée sur une économie solide, elle est également soutenue par l’or.

Alors que le président Trump continue de fustiger la Chine pour ses pratiques commerciales déloyales, pour sa mauvaise gestion de la pandémie de grippe (COVID-19), pour avoir volé des droits de propriété – une campagne sans fin contre la Chine -, pour avoir affirmé que la Chine dépend des États-Unis et que ces derniers vont couper les liens commerciaux avec la Chine – ou les couper complètement – la Chine appelle cela du bluff.

La Chine se réoriente discrètement vers les pays de l’ANASE plus le Japon (oui, le Japon !) et la Corée du Sud, où le commerce représente déjà aujourd’hui environ 15 % de l’ensemble des échanges commerciaux de la Chine et devrait doubler au cours des cinq prochaines années.

Malgré le verrouillage et la perturbation des échanges commerciaux, les exportations globales de la Chine se sont rétablies avec une augmentation de 3,2 % en avril (par rapport à avril 2019). Cette performance globale des exportations chinoises s’est néanmoins accompagnée d’une baisse spectaculaire des échanges commerciaux entre les États-Unis et la Chine. Les exportations chinoises vers les États-Unis ont diminué de 7,9 % en avril (par rapport à avril 2019).

Il est clair que la grande majorité des industries étasuniennes ne pourraient pas survivre sans les chaînes d’approvisionnement chinoises.

La dépendance occidentale à l’égard des fournitures médicales chinoises est particulièrement importante. Sans parler de la dépendance de la Chine à l’égard des consommateurs étasuniens.

En 2019, la consommation totale des États-Unis, soit environ 70 % du PIB, s’élevait à 13,3 billions de dollars, dont une bonne partie est directement importée de Chine ou dépend des ingrédients provenant de Chine.

Les maîtres du FEM sont confrontés à un véritable dilemme. Leur plan dépend beaucoup de la suprématie du dollar qui continuerait à permettre l’application de sanctions et la confiscation des actifs des pays qui s’opposent à la domination des États-Unis ; une hégémonie du dollar qui permettrait d’imposer les composantes du programme « The Great Reset » (la Grande réinitialisation), comme décrit ci-dessus.

À l’heure actuelle, le dollar est une monnaie fiduciaire, une dette créée de toutes pièces.

Le $ ne bénéficie d’aucun soutien. Par conséquent, sa valeur en tant que monnaie de réserve se dégrade de plus en plus, en particulier vis-à-vis du nouveau crypto-yuan de Chine.

Afin de concurrencer le yuan chinois, le gouvernement étasunien devrait s’éloigner de son système monétaire Ponzi, en se séparant du Federal Reserve Act de 1913 et en imprimant sa propre monnaie de l’économie étasunienne et éventuellement de l’or (crypto) – et non pas de la monnaie fiduciaire de la FED, comme c’est le cas aujourd’hui.

Cela impliquerait de couper les liens plus que centenaires avec la FED, propriété du clan Rothschild et Cie, et de créer une véritable banque centrale appartenant aux citoyens. Ce n’est pas impossible, mais grandement improbable.

Ici, deux « bêtes » pourraient s’affronter, car une puissance mondiale est en jeu.

Pendant ce temps, la Chine, avec sa philosophie de création sans fin, continuerait d’avancer de façon imparable avec son gigantesque plan de développement socio-économique du 21e siècle, l’Initiative ceinture et route (la Nouvelle route de la soie) reliant la Chine au reste du monde avec des infrastructures de transport terrestre et maritime, avec des projets de recherche et industriels communs, des échanges culturels – et surtout, un commerce multinational (multinational trade) avec des caractéristiques « gagnant-gagnant », l’égalité pour tous les partenaires – vers un monde multipolaire, vers un monde avec un avenir commun pour l’humanité.

Aujourd’hui déjà, plus de 120 pays sont associés à l’ICR – et le projet en chantier est libre pour que d’autres pays s’y joignent – et pour défier, démasquer et « désactiver » la Grande réinitialisation (Great Reset) de l’Occident.

Peter Koenig

Article original en anglais :

Conspiracy Theory

The Global Reset – Unplugged. “The Deep State”, publié le 17 juin 2020.

Traduit par Maya pour Mondialisation

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Peter Koenig est économiste et analyste géopolitique. Il est également spécialiste des ressources en eau et de l’environnement.

Il a travaillé pendant plus de 30 ans à la Banque mondiale et à l’Organisation mondiale de la santé dans le monde entier dans les domaines de l’environnement et de l’eau.

Il donne des conférences dans des universités aux États-Unis, en Europe et en Amérique du Sud. Il écrit régulièrement pour Global Research, ICH, New Eastern Outlook (NEO), RT, Countercurrents, Sputnik, PressTV, The 21st Century, Greanville Post, Defend Democracy Press, The Saker Blog, et d’autres sites Internet.

Il est l’auteur de Implosion – Un thriller économique sur la guerre, la destruction de l’environnement et la cupidité des entreprises – une fiction basée sur des faits et sur 30 ans d’expérience de la Banque mondiale dans le monde entier. Il est également co-auteur de The World Order and Revolution ! – Essais de la Résistance. Il est associé de recherche au Centre de recherche sur la mondialisation.

Swimming with Rachel

Note: Re-edit  of “Rachel of Bethesda: Introspection. Written in 2002 and posted in March 18, 2009

Addendum # 10 of my autobiography 

Rachel’s Sixth Sense (Nov. 2002)

I used to swim at a Navy complex in Bethesda, Montgomery County, from 1993 to 1998.

I patronized this affordable facility at least three times a week, mostly around 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

She was a beauty by any standard. I think she was a cadet in the Navy, following swimming training and evaluation.

I wanted to get to know her, but could not talk to her during her busy swimming schedule.

I wrote her a song and kept a copy with me for the next time I see her.

Here is the song: 

Beautiful girls sense me.  They know for sure,

Exactly, what I’m up to.

They sense me in a split-second and get busy.

She swims with energy, non-stop.

She swims fine, back strokes, crawl, in laps.

I do all that too, leisurely.

She swims constantly and does not breathe.

  I have strong senses too:

She is not taking a break.  Not Today.

I decide for a note, dropped on her towel.

It should say: “I think you are beautiful”.

Everything I see in you is beautiful”.

I feel more at ease and then, hope takes the extra step.

She must take a short break, any second now.

My brain is boiling and I am editing.

My sentence should be reduced to the bare essentials.

“I think you are beautiful, everything I see in you is beautiful” is too long:

No time for her to hear me out.

Just “Beautiful!” will not do: I know that by now.

“You are beautiful!” is about right.

I am swimming leisurely.  There is no movement around me.

There is no towel.  She vanished.

Hang it all.  I’ll write about that swim.

The next time I saw her in the swimming pool I made sure that she saw me drop a piece of paper on her towel.  And I left.

A week later, I asked her: “What’s your name?”  She simply said: “It’s Rachel and I’m dating”.

That was all that was said between us.  Not even a thank you or an allusion to the note.

History repeats its cycle. All I can ever get is the first name.

Rachel’s girl friends in the swimming team started to notice me intently, every time I was there, swimming, and swimming.

A personal poem is a big deal, no matter how you denigrate it publicly.

“My name is Marie”. She said

Nte: Re-edit of “Marie of my youth: Introspection. March 30, 2009

Addendum # 11 of my autobiography 


“Marie”. She said

It was a time when I was about 16 or less.

By early dawn, I was on the balcony, the first floor of a ten-story building, facing Main Street.

By early dawn, I was reading or studying on that balcony,

But my heart was looking out for this young girl

Soon to show up on the front steps of her building, facing mine.


She was olive-skinned, large dark-eyed and hair done in two ponytails.

I was waiting for her to step out of her apartment building, opposite mine.

She would wait for her school bus with another schoolmate girl.


By early dawn, I am sitting or standing on that balcony,

And my heart is swooping down on that school girl about fifteen.

She is in her school dress, white shirt and blue short skirt.

Her blond and chubby schoolmate waited with her for the school bus.


Within two years, that blonde blue-eyed chubby girl metamorphosed

Into a blonde Nordic beauty, a svelte Prussian tall.

My dark-eyed girl used to lower her head, and raise her cunning eyes up toward me.


It was a game for her.

I was to her that stupid bookish young male.

In that game, she was the Beauty Queen and she was pleased of the attention.


She must have got used to me.

Maybe she started to like me,

Or she appreciated the stubborn care that I generously bestowed upon her.


Her errands increased in the neighborhood so did my heart beats.

For a year, my overriding shyness

Could never muster enough courage to step down this one ridiculous floor,

Cross the street and start a chat with her.


One day she was waiting for a taxi.

I rushed down the stairs and waited by her side for a taxi.

I could not speak, my mind went blank and I barely was breathing.


Taxis made themselves scarce for an eternity.

I clumsily blurted out with a dry, unfamiliar voice:

What’s your name?

“Marie” she said.


That is how it started.

From then on, “what’s your name” is all the conversation

I could have with a girl I like.


Returning from a long stay overseas, I was told that the local militia ganged up on her.

They used her as their love slave.

She has gotten married.


It was a time when this womanhood was blossoming in roses and rainbow colors.

Fluttering in front of that manhood, shy and dazed with pallor.


It was a time when this womanhood was leaping in bounds, raw.

Looking at that degenerative manhood, crawling and craning his neck in awe.

My Best Friend must be One Step Ahead of my determined decisions

One Step Ahead

1.   My friend, with all his disadvantages,

I quit counting the stars,

Yet, I can’t help feeling awestruck in his presence.

2.   My friend, with all his weaknesses,

A couple of them will make me crawl

In a corner and forgo motion,

Yet, he always finds time

To listen to me, to care for me.

3.   My friend, with all his awkwardness,

And as I meet with him,

I feel he is one step ahead of me,

Molding His next Self.


My best friend, my soul.

Have you decided whom you want to Witness your success life?

Do we need Him a witness? 

I raised an army and defeated people, entered cities, slaughtered, hanged, maimed, terrified, and ruled; I need a God to witness my deeds.

I split the atom, generated nuclear energy, searched the stars, and landed on planets; I need a God to witness my intelligence and perseverance.

I joined the resistance against occupiers and was ready to fall a martyr and I need a God to witness that I was steadfast in my dignity.

I am living in a desolate region; I am dying of thirst, famine, and curable diseases; I need a God to witness my suffering.

I am an aristocrat and I inherited a fortune; I need a God to witness my self-sufficiency.

I am an ascetic; I joined a sect that provides me with food and cares for my health; I need a God to witness the hard life that I consecrated to meditation and repeating his 99 names.

I was lucky to live long enough and ask “why I got to exist”.

I was lucky to survive long enough through hazardous risks and dangers while others were not born, stillborn dead, died prematurely, and died too young to worry about death. I need a God to witness that I am thankful

I was lucky to care for imminent departures, dare look death in the eyes, converse with the universe, search for a point of application to move part of the world, to change, to redirect interests…

I was lucky to gain new relationships, to find the courage to confess, to confide bottled up emotions, verbalize uneasiness, to express frustrations clearly,

I was lucky to see nature grow, witness the existence of other living forms, to hang on to my garden, to get cozy in my quarter of solitude, to appreciate my rights as an individual and fight for them, and to get convinced that diversity is good and necessary.

I need a God to witness that I did my best to value exotic tendencies, conformist attitudes, conservative behaviors, revolutionary zeal, simple pleasures, a walk in nature, creating a void around me, and inviting boisterous neighbors.

I need a God to witness that I laughed at my limitations, allowed others to make fun of my idiosyncrasies, and showed off my capabilities.

I need a God to witness that I discovered new cultures, customs, and traditions;

That I started collecting artifacts, relics, manuscripts of dying civilizations;

That I battled for species on the verge of extinction, minority and ethnic races swept aside by globalization;

That I have gone to war for clean air and fresh potable water;

That I demonstrated for parcels of wild prairies and virgin forests.

I don’t need a Creator, all Compassionate, all Vengeful, all Knowledge; it is irrelevant.

I am good, evil, mean, cruel, benevolent, and respectful; who I am is also irrelevant.

When all is said and done I need a God who never dies and remembers everything.

I need a God to witness that I was a survivor;

That once upon a time I did exist.

Are you being pressured to create your Island?

I did create my Island;

Circumstances forced me in that direction.

You are no longer free to have your island;

You have got to wriggle among the living men;

Trying to move; not necessarily forward.


You are wearing a cheap wrist watch with compass,

Always pointing north

Where prosperity is waiting for fresh hungry slaves.


There are no longer fields of wheat to plough and saw;

For solitude in the clear and clean wide space of dirt and sun;

To find shelter under the shadows of trees;

To listen to birds’ singing and the rush of insects and reptiles.


Only rice growers are still working in the fields;

Splashing about knee deep, in damp and humid climate.


You are no longer free to raise livestock

In the open air, buffeted by the wind and the drizzling rain.


I did create my island;

A room, my study room, barely any space left for any more books and papers.

Constantly battling to safeguard my study room from rental prospectors;

Lucky me they never liked it enough;

But it didn’t matter for the relatives:

They have always excuses to ask me to vacate my little corner.


There are never incentives and baits to attract me;

Imaginations have mostly lacked about.


I did create my island.

There was this window of opportunity to re-accumulate cards;

Credit, debit, driving license, ID,

Insurance (health, life, car accident, fire risks);

Cards required by government, municipality, local officials,

Syndicates, associations, and universities vying for the little you saved.


For too long every slave wanted to tame me, frustrate me, vilify me,

Trample my dignity, harass me, and mock me.


I did create my island.

Every slave, claiming to toil for self-sufficiency and independence,

Wanted me to slave like the rest for stipends;

To own a TV, a car, an audio-visual system, like all the others;

To buy toys, gifts, flowers, a concert ticket to socialize as regular guys do.


They want me to relive the delusions of youth,

Purchasing more highly performing gizmos;

To increase profit in expensive audio-visual design businesses;

Equipments quickly becoming obsolete before recouping the investment.

Select vegetarians and environmentally friendly clients.


They want me to emulate the prematurely aged married couples,

The decrepit singles huffing after faked dreams.

They want me to work in fast changing jobs;

Jobs no longer performing and contracted out overseas;

Workaholics clutching on steady boring jobs.


Engineers for vacuuming carpets, dusting off chairs and sofas;

Engineers for waxing floors, for cleaning rooms, for sanitation tasks.

Engineers for maintaining water coolers, air conditioners,

For rearranging furniture, re-designing cubicles…


For the fresh recruits, the newly promoted with a view

To a smog city, dirty rivers, and cloudy sun.


I don’t like driving no more:

Accidents occur close to destinations.

I don’t mind dying no more.

I refuse to die in a car, a train, a ship, or an airplane.

I refuse to die in a mining tunnel or an elevator.


I would very much love to end buried under the rubles of an earthquake,

Incinerated in the lava of volcanoes,

Swallowed whole by tidal waves.


Mass burials are far more solemn and less costly;

A mass burial is an equalizer, a reminder of the power of nature

And its equity; a fitting end.


Earth to earth; where are you man? Who are you man?

Mass wedding is also so far more solemn and less costly;

At least you got a proof that your wife has sense of humor.


I do need to sell my old car but there are no takers;

In a snob society were high school graduates expect new upscale cars;

Elevated 4-wheel for the girls and two-seater for boys,

To compensate their hard sloppy study years,

To corroborate the unlimited ego of sleazy parents;

Parents mourning their young kid, a week later,

From a lethal car accident of no fault of their “gorgeous” slightly tipsy kid.


Middle aged women patronizing every “charity” eating fiesta;

For breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The same old faces, same photographers, same magazines

Exhibiting our national pride.


Ladies complaining of the hard task of changing dresses three times a day

To honor their husbands as the most elegant and expensive ladies around.

One of those ladies was honest enough; she claimed that the economy is

Turning over on account of their beauty business demands.


I did create my island.

It doesn’t cost much;

A few borrowed books, recycled papers,

A functional word processing computer,

A USB that I called UBS for too long;

Recalling acronyms was never my forte:

I never joined an army or its strategic branches;

I never worked for a multinational or its strategic arms and legs.


It doesn’t cost much to be free;

A free internet access in a private library,

Walks in nature, working the garden, and growing salad ingredients.

Creating your island is not an easy process;


It does not cost much to be free;

The only exhausting expense is not financial;

I have none to exhaust me anyway.


It is fielding the neighbors’ innuendoes, sarcasms, mumblings, and calumnies;

I avoid like the devil to meeting one.

They flee their homes on the good excuse of going to work

They are busy bodies going nowhere.

Neighbors who flee homes early to read leisurely the dailies;

In their comfortable offices and drinking countless cups of Turkish coffee.

Sweating for nothing; returning home disheveled,

As if out of a battle for the survival of the fittest.


I created my island;

I did it;

It feels good to me.

Can you remember engaging in a great Conversation? It was about what?

Note 1: Re-edit “How a great conversation is like a game of catch? August 16, 2016″

Note 2: An acquaintance of mine during university years considered me inconsequential and Not that serious in relationships. And she was correct at the time. At the end of a semester for graduation we met at a coffee shop around campus. I asked about her thesis and I listened intently without interruption. With my newly trained experimental mind I asked pertinent questions and she replied clearly and confidently. It was kind of an exercise for presenting her work to the jury.

At the end of the long “conversation” she said: “Man, if we had this conversation long time ago I would have been your best friend”.

Any person who work on a subject matter that interest him and do his due diligence in research will answer your questions confidently, clearly and with excitement.

Sort that she appreciate your attempt at sharing with her toil and achievement.

As a radio host, Celeste Headlee has engaged in her fair share of discussions, and she’s thought a lot about how to bring out the best in a conversational counterpart.

ideas.ted. TED. Jul 19, 2016

A good conversation is like a game of catch.

When you play catch, you have to do an equal number of catches and throws, right?

It’s not possible to play catch with somebody and throw more than you catch, for the most part.

Because then you’d just be throwing baseballs at them, which is not nice. This is the exact same ratio as a healthy conversation — you’re going to catch as much as you throw.

you’re going to talk 50% and listen 50% of the time — and we don’t generally have that balance in our conversations. (Supposedly we were actually listening?)

Here’s the best way to start a conversation that you’re worried might end in an argument:

There’s a great study out of Harvard in which researchers discovered that talking about yourself actually activates the same pleasure centers in your brain as sex and cocaine.

That means it’s very pleasurable to us to talk about ourselves and what we like. You could walk away from a conversation like that and feel fantastic about it.

But remember — talking about yourself makes you feel fantastic. So you may have just walked away from a conversation in which you talked about yourself — that was awesome! — and the other person is walking away going, “Good god, that person would not stop talking about themselves.”

It’s a totally different perception, so you’ve got to remember you’re playing catch — find the balance.

How do you go beyond small talk to have a meaningful conversation with somebody?

Not every single conversation that you have is going to be in-depth and serious. And that’s okay! You should relax. Eventually, while you’re sitting there talking small talk, something’s going to pique your interest, or something’s going to catch their interest, or they’re going to say, “Wait, what did you just say?” Or, “Why is it that way?”

And someone’s going to ask a question, and it’s going to lead you further into deeper subject matter. So it will happen, if there’s something there to talk about. Otherwise, be on your way — let it go.

What about that awkward silence when you don’t know what to say next?

By the time that you’re thirsty, you’re already dehydrated. So by the time you’ve reached an awkward silence, something’s already gone wrong. But it’s not too late!

Very often, an awkward silence comes because either you weren’t listening or they weren’t listening, and therefore, you guys have kind of meandered off-topic to where you’re at the opposite ends of a football field.

The way to fix that is to say, “You know what, I’m sorry, I got totally distracted. Where did we start? Can you help me out here? I was just following a train of thought about Cheetos, and I got totally lost.”

What should you do when it is very clear from body language that the other person is not listening?

End it. Again with the game of catch.

That’s the equivalent of me taking a ball and throwing it over my shoulder instead of to you. Why would you want to keep playing? You have to have an equal partner in a conversation. Otherwise, walk away.

You make the case that all experiences are not equal. Are you saying that empathy is not useful in a conversation? What should people do instead?

People always push back on this topic. Now, I’m not a psychiatrist or a psychologist, but I believe that most of us are motivated by empathy. You’re with your friend, and you want to say, “Oh, I do understand you, because I’ve been through something similar.”

But the truth is, you haven’t — you haven’t been through something the same.

You maybe have gone through something kind of similar, but the fact of the matter is that you’re a different person from your friend — so even if it was the exact same experience, even if you both almost went down on the Titanic, the way you experienced that is completely different. And these situations are most likely totally different.

So although it feels to you like you’re reaching out and giving empathy, what’s happening is that you’re talking about yourself again.

So you shouldn’t say, “I know how you feel”?

That’s the worst. You don’t know how they feel. They’re confiding in you, and all they want you to do is listen to them and say, “Wow, that sounds awful. There’s no way for me to understand what you’re going through, but you tell me what you need.”

What do you think is stopping people from having better, more meaningful conversations?

The elephant in the room is obviously polarization, and this is true not just in the United States, but I think Brexit and the migrant crisis in Europe tell us that it’s happening all over the world.

Oftentimes we’ll enter into a conversation, and somebody will say, “I’m voting for Trump in the fall.” Conversation over.

You immediately say, “Nothing this person says is something I want to listen to, they have nothing to teach me,” and you end the conversation. And if the conversation does continue, you’re not actually listening to them.

That’s what is often ending conversations now.

We have stopped talking to people that we disagree with.

We basically want to be able to curate and edit our conversations the same way that we curate and edit our social media. If we’re talking to somebody that we don’t want to hear from, we want to unfollow them like we do on Twitter.

The problem with that is that everybody knows something that you don’t.

And so if you are stopping all of those conversations and only speaking with people who have similar experiences and opinions, you’re not going to grow, ever, and you won’t change your mind or your opinion.

They used to tell us, don’t talk about religion and politics. The problem today is that everything is religion and politics. (If you are disconnected from politics, others will decide for you, and you cannot blame but yourself)

So what’s the best approach to start a conversation that you know might end up in an argument?

First of all, a lot of conversations end in arguments these days. But when I’m sitting down with somebody, especially somebody with whom I absolutely don’t agree, I sit down and I think through, “Okay, what if they’re right?”

Let’s think about what would change, and how my mind would change, if they are right and I am wrong.

And as they start to tell me things, as long as they’re not completely made-up facts, I ask myself what it would mean if they’re right. And then I ask them too. I say, “Okay, let’s say you’re right. What does that mean?” And try to get inside what they’re thinking.

For instance, a lot of people ask me how to talk to Donald Trump supporters. It is a great question.

But here’s the thing: there’s an anger there among people — not just people who support Trump, but people who support Bernie Sanders, or the people who voted for Britain to leave the EU.

There is an anger there, and it could be fascinating and engaging and compelling to figure out where that is coming from. That’s not always going to be the case, and there are going to be conversations you have to walk away from.

But if you’re going to have an argument with someone, the best way to do it is with an open mind, assuming that that person can teach you something, and that you’re not there to teach them.

What should you say if you unintentionally offend someone during a conversation?

You say, “I’m really sorry, I did not in any way, shape, or form intend to offend you. I may be inarticulate, but let me try to explain what I thought I was saying, and then you tell me what you think I’m saying, and maybe we can understand one another.” That’s it, that’s all that you say. Be honest.

Is there a quick way to help a friend to stop obsessing about a negative topic?

It’s difficult to address specific situations, since context is so important. In broad strokes, though, people often repeat themselves when they feel as though they haven’t been heard. For example, when we tell our kids something important and they don’t acknowledge that they’ve heard, we’ll keep repeating it until they say, “Okay! I got it, Mom!”

The same things happen often in the workplace.

So, try telling your friend that you think you understand what he or she is saying: “Let me tell you what I’m hearing and you tell me if I’m getting it wrong.”

Then you can offer to brainstorm to find solutions. If he or she’s not open to that, then be honest. Say, “You’re telling me the same things over and over. I can tell you’re very upset, but we can also move forward from here.”

How can you turn a one-way conversation into a dialogue?

You can’t, really. There’s a couple of reasons for a one-way conversation. Sometimes it’s that the person is shy, and in that case, that’s totally fixable, you can draw somebody out, usually by finding out what they like, or self-deprecation is good.

I usually tell a joke or a story about something I’ve done that was really stupid — and I have a wealth of those examples. But if somebody isn’t in the mood to talk, you can’t fix that.

And here’s the thing that people are always surprised that I say: it is totally okay to Not have a conversation.

Having a real conversation takes energy, and it takes focus, and sometimes you just don’t have that kind of energy to give. That’s totally fine — don’t have the conversation, enjoy the silence.

So if you’re feeling like you really want to have a conversation and the other person isn’t matching that energy, you just need to let them have their time, and find somebody else who is ready.

What about when people really don’t seem to want to listen, but just want to talk about themselves and their experiences?

I’ve found that it’s good to very kindly address this head-on. Say, “It’s so great to hear all that. Can I tell you a little about what I’ve been doing?” Or any version of that.

Don’t assume that person is just trying to dominate the conversation. Give them the benefit of the doubt, because we all talk about ourselves too much.

If you try to improve the conversation and they are resistant, then just accept that your conversations with that person will be brief and unsatisfying. Just like a game of catch, you need two participants who are willing to take turns.

How do you get others to open up as much as you are opening up?

You can’t, really. For instance, when you’re opening up, is it mostly because you’re telling them about your experiences? Are you talking a lot about yourself, and not giving them an opening to talk about themselves?

Are you in any way, shape or form shutting down the conversation? In other words, does that person say, “Oh, you know, I had something similar happen to me the other day, it was really, really interesting,” and you say, “Oh, no, no, no, it wasn’t like that,” and then you go back to what it was you were talking about.

There are a million reasons why the person that you’re talking to may not be opening up. But often, it’s because you’ve shut the door in one way or another. The fact of the matter is it’s probably not them, it’s probably you.

So what if a conversation has run its course? How do you gracefully exit a conversation?

You gracefully exit by saying, “I need to go; it’s been so great to talk to you, and I’ll see you in a couple days.” Or you say, “You know what? I have too much on my mind, I’m really sorry, it’s been great to talk to you, and I’ll see you again in a couple weeks, but I’m going to head back.”

Or — what happens to me, because I have adult ADD all the time — “I can’t keep my mind on this conversation, I am so sorry, it has nothing to do with you, but I’m going to go sit in my office and try to gather my thoughts.” Don’t lie. No white lies! Just be honest, and gracious and nice, not condescending, and just end the conversation.

This is an edited version of a conversation took place at TEDSummit 2017 (see below). Moderated by TED’s Janet Lee, it includes questions from Facebook and from commenters on Celeste’s TED Talk, 10 ways to have a better conversation.

Chinese family in Peking a few year before Mao died

Depuis 5 ans, ma famille (femme et 2 enfants) partage un pavillon de 3 maisons disposées en en fer de cheval autour d’une cour. Nous vivons dans notre maison avec mes beaux-parents, mon beau-frere, ma belle soeur dans 3 pièces, une par menage. C’est un luxe d’habiter cette ruelle (houtong) au centre de la ville. J’ai eu de la chance d’avoir pu quitter mon immeuble de la périphérie de Pékin.

A 5:30 am, je transvase les pots de chambres de la nuit dans un grand seau que je vide au bout de la ruelle dans les WC publics. Un quart d’heure pres, et je me trouverais attendant en queue.

Je me hâte pour aller chercher le lait au point de vente du quartier, une petite guérite ouverte une heure seulement. Je remplis mes deux quarts en verre. Ca coute 3 yuans par mois pour un quart de litre quotidien. Un yuan valait 2.70 francs.

La ration de sucre est un kilo par mois par famille.

Pas de viande dans les jardins d’enfants

Le matin, je n’ai pas le temps d’attendre que le poêle chauffe pour cuire mon petit déjeuner”. Je caresse la tête de mes filles engourdies de sommeil. J’enfourche mon vélo pour une distance de 15 km a mon travail.

Sur le chemin de l’institut, je prend mon casse-croute du matin, bol de bouillon de riz et deux petits pains dans une ancienne petite maison de the’. Vite servi dans un endroit chauffé’ et le tout pour 3 maos (27 centimes de franc)

J’aime bien cette course a velo car la solitude est rare et synonyme de liberté’. Je peux rêver a ma guise a des projets fous et sans lendemain. L’ivresse de ne pas être contrôlé’.

C’est sans remords que nous réservons la douzaine d’oeufs par mois et par famille pour les enfants. Pour dégoter des oeufs supplémentaires, j’ en achète au chemin de travail: par des des codes gestuelles, je m’approche d’une maison, paie et reçoit des oeufs. La plupart du temps j’en achète des oeufs les dimanches.

On ne livre a domicile la ration familiale de charbon que la première semaine de chaque mois. Sinon, on doit aller au depot a des heures d’ouverture inconciliable avec mes horaires et je dois me charger du transport en empruntant une charrette et puis la ramener a l’autre bout du quartier.

Ce n’est pas l’effort qui me rebutte, c’est la bêtise qui m’enrage.Quel pays serait la Chine sans ce gaspillage insensé’ de force humaine?

For most of its “revolutionary period” China had no serious currency. The people valued the “tickets for rations“. National tickets, tickets that can be used everywhere in China, especially for cereals (rice, wheat flour and corn flour..) were 5 times more important than province tickets and 20 times the tickets of districts.

There were many categories of tickets: for cereals, for meat (poultry), for vegetables, for coal, for industrial products (stoves, watches, furnitures…).

A person had to carry a bag of different tickets when he had to go “shopping” at various designated outlets.

Note 1: From the book of Claudie et Jacques Broyelle ” Apocalypse Mao”, 1980

Note 2: It is beyond comprehension the millions of Chinese who died out of famine, malnutrition and cruelty through Mao dictatorship since 1949. No less than 100 millions died from One Man ideas to institute his ideology.

You trample on my Cortex and I fire

And now, be warned, I fire (Original, August 3, 2009)

We always had sacerdotal castes;

All kinds of religious sects and cults.

Like mariners,

We always had these syphilis plagued castes,

With a dozen sexual incurable diseases.


Brain in states of liquefaction:

There were no cures through the ages;

Castes experimenting with logical structures

Of mind domination,

Based on premises of hallucinating imageries.


We always had reptiles whistling blood curling warnings;

Forked tongues, long and wiggling tongues,

Sniffing and tasting blood and decomposed bodies.

Dragons, small and large, inflating their throats,

Changing their colors to venomous clad shades, scarlet purple,

To scare off undaunted predators.


Witches to be burned, suffocated

50,000 of them within 2 centuries.

Women with half brains to slave for Male kind

Shorts too short

Jeans too tight

Hair too long and tempting.


There is not one single human kind.

There are Two.

One man realizes he has a Cortex;

He comprehends its limitations;

He is proud of using his developed brain;

And he is intent on resuming the challenges head on.


Another man knows that he has a Cortex.

But refuses to use it:

His Cortex is the center of all evils.

He wallops in his almighty limbic brain.


He wants to meet his God face to face;

He wants to unite with his Creator;

The One and Only One.


There must be two nations.

One nation for the Cortex gender;

One nation for the limbic gender.


They have nostalgia for their origins.

They need to backtrack to their sources.


Reptiles whistling blood curling warnings;

Dragons, small and large, inflating their throats,

Changing their colors to venomous shades,

To scare off undaunted predators.


Experiments Not fitting theology and dogma

Wars blessed by My God

“Second Coming” crap for My Elite Class.


We have got Popes and their cohorts of clergies;

Muftis and Brahmans with their regiments of clergies.


The sinless classes;

Leeches and tenia worms.

Those limbic “smart” reptiles

Have been trying to rewash our mind.


I ejected them from my system, anus exit.

I fenced off my precarious territory;

You trample on my Cortex nation

“And now, be warned, I fire”




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