The Silent World War

This post came about through a very sad incident within the world that Harlin frequents, that of the noble world of medical care. Two interns had been viciously attacked being put into critical conditions themselves.

History shows us how violent a world we live in, so many wars that have raged, so many that still rage. Yet within these there is an almost unwritten rule that those running medical care, on either side, are not to be touched during the battles.

But the point Harlin raised, about medical staff being attacked, we mean look at WWII, it was almost unheard of for medical facilities, boats, even on the Battle field that these people were ever targeted!

Yet how is it that in a Hospital, outside of any conflict, SmurfViolence two interns who have advocated to a life of care for others, are attacked for no rhyme nor reason? Harlin sadly also told the tale of another Doctor, a neuro surgeon, who was savagely punched in his own clinic. He had tried the absolute best he could with his unique skills to save a patient with brain surgery. Yet despite his best work effort, could not save the patient. For that, rather than appreciate the chance he presented with his skills in trying to save the patient and thank him, they attack him. (See link in further reading.)

Why beat upon those who are there to save others, potentially putting others at risk through injury to these amazing specialists? This was the thought that then directed our conversation.

It is not within just this profession were this attitude is becoming more prevalent these days but it is everywhere, all around us, this random, senseless act of being violent, why?

Lamo and Harlin were talking about this incident that occurred within her countries medical practices as it has become almost common place there now. It was that interns had been attacked, for no real reason. It led us to our thoughts about how the world has become like this, what possible reason creates this hidden hatred that will just randomly erupt.

Humans now fly of the handle for no reason anymore! Lamo wondered if it is a result of overpopulation perhaps? Just so many people all clambering on the dwindling resources our planet has to offer up, that some kind of primal survival instinct is being bought back from the depths of our sub conscious. A primeval need to fight for the scraps between rival tribes in order to stave of dying from hunger.

Only in this modern age, it is driven by the segregation of the chasm between the rich and the poor, were those without are now the dominant tribe cast out into the wilderness from the might high towers of the opulent to fight over what they leave.

It has reached epidemic proportions now where we should speak out about this more, yet nearly all take the safety of staying quiet for the consequences of speaking out put a target upon your own back.

People these days are filled with so much rage, that the simplest of actions can spark violence within society now. TomandjerryViolence If you lash back it incites escalation which leads to you being stabbed, shot, losing your life for no reason more than you happened to be standing in the wrong place doing nothing to the antagonist who suddenly enters your life at that moment.

We see it so often here in London, an act as someone bumping into another on the street, accidentally splashing another with a drink in a crowded pub, truthfully insignificant unintentional accidents. What drives some to become violent in temperament that to accept the given apology? Escalate it to the realm of verbal, and in many cases now physical retaliation? Retaliation for what we have to ask. Again where does this deep rooted rage suddenly rise up from for something that is to all intense and purposes harmless.

Is it a primeval instinct that has been coaxed back to the surface because of society? We wonder if there is a hidden long term pent up frustration based mental time bomb created by the invisible illusion of freedom.

Free World“, is a term we here in the western half of the globe here all the time, yet in reality we are not. Beaten down by the oppressive reign of corrupt Governments who whilst conveying the lie of democracy, actually take more freedoms away from us in costly legislation, policies, takes that keep the masses subdued. Whilst the unselected elite few, live off that power they hold, whilst trampling more and more controls on the rest.

Does that knowledge through the more informed connected world, slowly get ingested within our sub conscious, which snaps into rebellion when triggered by the most innocuous of individual situations which lash out at the unsuspecting innocent rather than the true human antagonists so safe in the protected ivory towers?

Human behaviour, especially toward each other, is shaped so strongly during childhood but the immediate environment around us, in the olden days being family and close friends.

The new generations are exposed as a matter of course to playing on technological substitute parents, smartphones, games consoles. Is it because the real parents are  too busy fighting the conformities of society, working, to pay the ever increasing cost of living those in power continue to thrust upon us that they are not given the time to shape their kids? Or is it that in this modern age many parents just can’t be bothered anymore?

Either way, these future generations are exposed to games, comics even films where violence is no longer condoned but galmourised. This must therefore also guide their responses when their mind snaps into the violence we see today, especially it is very sad to say in the younger generations.

All these subliminally teach them that violence is ok when defending against violence. Yet we all know, violence will begat violence in a never ending scale of escalation. Why are we not teaching a little of the, “Turn the other cheek”? tom-jerry9 We are pretty sure that this attitude will generally remove the fire for the flames of violence to be fanned in most situations. It will die, and people move on with their lives, perhaps one muttering under their breath briefly but no one actually hurt?

Yet this mindset is removed from the new generations through what they learn from these false technological teachers, from those that create entertainment media as a whole. How they can say it does not cause violence do not understand that it becomes the fatal trigger the provokes the impressionable mind into believing themselves the hero if they beat their antagonist, no matter how unintentional that situation they created.

To strengthen this thought of the younger generation, we would ask this final thought. People brag about how we live in a, “Civilised Society“, how then if this is true does it allow the following to happen?

Two young women, in love, after having a lovely night out in north London are travelling home on the bus. With no provocation they are viciously attacked by four teenagers. This is not civilised in any definition we at Harlam can find. (See link in further reading.)

What we here at Harlam see is that this problem is getting worse and not slowly either but with a very frightening exponential momentum.

Yes, the world has always been violent, with wars waging etc but this is a silent War, a new world war that affects everyone more or less? For us the most horrifically scary question that it raises, “Can it now be stopped?” As without stopping now to find the cause is it too late to sop this human path of destructive behaviour?

 

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

 

Further Reading on the stories referenced in this Blog

  1. Women Attacked On London Bus
  2. Doctor Attacked in Kolkata

Letter To Death

Dear Death,

We have recently found ourselves becoming curious over you and your existence. Not that you don’t exist but questions about who you are, your role in the Universe. If indeed you are bound to our Universe at all that is. We all hear the phrase “God’s Plan” here but is it?

Our minds wonders do you determine when a living thing is to be released and it’s soul given over to God, or are you simply doing God’s bidding? If so then the image we have of the “sands of time” being in your procession disappears. Destroys the idea that you are the one who sets out what time a life has to exist, in essence why do you need to be? What function would you play in the Universe if this were the case we wonder?

Harlin raised the thought that your are a “rescuer“, to release us from the binds of the restricted physical mortal life to something much more wonderful?

It got us to thinking, do you exist because of God, or does God exist because of you? Is it maybe that you are God just dressed differently? Are you the manifestation of God sent to collect the soul when the physical life it had finishes within Gods plan? In which case this letter is completely mute of course.

On the other side of the ethereal coin though, is God a manifestation of you? As for you to exist you must have life to end but in order for that to be, there must be a life giver.

Whilst so many fear you, we wonder if we should in fact thank you. As it was you who bought the creator into being who then created us in order to justify your existence. Well, sorry, not justify for this is a human construct, give purpose to your eternity as we see it?

We both, (Tentatively), look forward to meeting you that you may give me the answer we seek, but not too soon we hope.

Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

Can a Real Memory be one from a Dream?

We write this post as a means to get a question answered if it is possible to do so. Lamo has been talking to Harlin about a specific experience that has happened to him twice now in his life. It has been making him feel like he is, “Losing his marbles“, as the saying tells us and in talking it through we cannot find a sane answer.

It is in regard to memories that seem to be very distinct, yet appear not to be real. These false memories come to him every now again and have done for many years. They are not just single moments but recur periodically.

In his mind there is what seems like a memory of a book he read many years ago. The weird thing is it feels to him more like a memory of a dream than of

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Which Is Real?

something real. He feels as though he read the book in a dream. Now it is the dream about reading the book he is remembering rather than it being a real incident in his waking life. If it happened about one literary volume would be odd enough but there have been two very separate memories of fictional works!

With each of the two books he can remember the basic premise and the wisp of the story line. It is always the same though; in remembering it nothing new is added. With normal memories there are usually associated ones formed adding to the original but not in these instances for Lamo.

It being a dream rather than real is backed up by the fact that in both cases he, and Harlin, along with a couple of very close friends, cannot find any reference to either book’s synopsis anywhere! This does seem to imply Lamo did dream about reading these books rather than in real life.

Here we hit the crux of the problem. The question if this is even possible as popular science tells us that one thing us humans cannot do in dreams is read! We will share the following scientific reasoning behind this;

When we dream, the part of the brain responsible for logic and intellect shuts down, allowing us to accept crazy dream stuff as reality while at the same time inhibiting our ability to interpret letters and numbers.

If this is true, science often is being based on logic and fact, this adds to poor Lamo’s confusion over just what is real against that which is not. If he had read the books in real life then his recollection of the synopsis, although vague, should lead to finding the books. Lets face it the Internet is rarely lacking in allowing us to find such things with reasonable search criteria. Why is it neither of these books can be found?

Much like a coin with its heads and tails there is a contradiction to this nice scientific explanation from the field of dream analysis. Whilst they talk little about the reading of the books, they do describe the genre types. Lamo’s were both fiction books, here we pull an extract from the common analysis;

Fiction Book: A fiction book in your dream suggests that you are looking for ways to be entertained or that you feel the need to escape from reality.

As this question we ask of you is about memories, this is what they say about dreaming of such;

To dream of a memory would mean there is a message for you, something that needs to resolved about that memory that was recalled in a dream.

What we need to be resolved at Harlam is whether science trumps dream analysis or the other way round in this weird case.

Hence the question to you posed in this post, “Can a real memory be one from a dream?” We are of the thinking if this is the case then therein lies the answer to Lamo’s current dilemma. shutterstock_124521184 He is now remembering a specific part of a dream, a memory, which is about the reading of book but within the dreams past. If this is occurring it circumvents the scientific limitation about reading in dreams because he didn’t. What he did do was dream a memory of the reading event which now in his waking state is what he remembers.

Why we are asking this question is to understand whether it was his subconscious mind giving him a creative idea for a book or if he actually really read it? What concerns Harlam is this; if he does start to use this as a basis to write a book only to find it is a real one, he has wasted precious writing time.

You may ask us to share the synopsis of these two books to see if you could find them. We thought about this but do not want to share the synopsis with everyone in case it was created within his own mind. What writer would give a good story line away for some one else to potentially use to their own advantage? In not sharing we know it makes it harder to find out if it was a true book or not, in essence a  “Catch 22”. (Which we do know is a real book!)

Please leave your guidance, answer or any similar experience in the comments below, we would really love to heard from you on this.

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

You Can Talk to the Dead!

What a rather psychic sounding title for a blog post, rest assured there is nothing weird with where we are going with this. There are all manner of different ways people will tell you will allow conversations with the dead.

One that has gained a popular revival through its more frequent appearances as a character is in films. You know the format, couple of people having a

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Is There Anyone There?

laugh unwittingly released a demonic presence hell bent on turning everyone into a Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner. But in all seriousness, using one of these would be such a slow conversation as it is done a letter a time. It would take a week just to find out who you were talking to!

There is of course the seance, (Transfiguration as it is also known.), does not have to be a room full of people, as is the normal image. could be just you and the medium. They go into a trance supposedly the one you want to communicate with then uses their body as a vessel. These though always seem short lived, conversation is never very interesting, it is not a relaxed way to talk with someone, even if they are dead.

We here at Harlam do rather like the rather odd, Psychic Telephone, not the modern ones here you call a premium rate number to speak to some unknown medium. This one is, or rather was, a head set which was attached to an inflated balloon. The idea here is the spirit you want to talk to somehow vibrates this against a microphone that you can then hear.

God forbid neither are we talking about some ritual involving sacrifice with weird objects, pentagrams, candles laid out in patterns along with odd chanting. You might accidentally summon someone you really don’t want to be talking to! No, we genuinely believe  there is a more rational idea in which people can converse with lost loved ones.

Although the main idea is about talking to people we 16662961343_4692662c96_k.jpg have known, who have now passed on, there is an initial thought we want to talk though with you which lays the basis for it.

Like so many others Lamo experienced one of the most profound times in his life when his mother died. When she had been alive acted as his mentor, confidant as well as very often psychiatrist but in whatever guise, having a huge influence on him.

There are many quotes about why people are still with us even though they are dead;

As long as we remember a person, they are not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.” – Justin Cronin

Or even from Lamo’s favorite late great author;

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” – Terry Pratchett (Going Postal)

Both of these are very relevant to our Harlam thought we want to share with you here. Let us consider why is a memory of a person that is no longer here any less real than the person themselves? After all it is created in the very same mind that perceives both versions of them. Whilst one is generated by their physical presence through the senses the second is created by their memories. As they are formed in the same mind are they not exactly the same in our reality?

Both perceptions make the person real to us, regardless of how they are generated. It must follow to reason if the memory makes them real then they still exist even after the physical death. They do not die until no memory of them exists anywhere. This is why we believe while they remain in our memory they are as real as the person sat next to you on the bus.

With this concept in mind we move to how we here at Harlam believe it is possible to talk to the dead. After his mum died Lamo heard one of the most profound thoughts ever in his life which became something he believes in today. Talking to a friend shortly after her untimely death the conversation went like this;

“I wish my mum was here so I could talk to her about this”
“Why can’t you talk to her?”
“Well she’s dead.”
“But you know what she would say if she were alive don’t you, so you can still talk to her.

Lamo’s friend was actually right. Even though that person is not physically here is of no consequence. Why? They exist in the form of our memories of them and we can talk to them just as easily as our own self. The important thing is because, like Lamo, dead you spent so much time talking about all manner of things in the past with them you sub consciously know what they would say as if they were sat with you now. Your not making the conversation up as might be with an imaginary character, it is genuinely two way.

We should point out though that whilst you can hold this post death chin wag with anyone there is a formula to bear in mind. “Accuracy Of Conversation = Closeness of relationship + Number Of Conversations.” It should go without saying the better you know the person, a parent, sibling or a best friend the more your talk with them will be true to the person they were when alive. If however it was a distant Aunt that you only saw wheeled out at other funerals and weddings, then your not really going to know what they might have said.

Remember no one is gone whist we carry their memory which makes them as real as they ever were. All the time they exist then of course we can still talk with them for that conversation is real to!

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

The Whisper of Death.

Harlin recently shared with Lamo a thought she had flash into her mind whilst pottering around in her kitchen. She posed the following question based on this;

Have you ever heard the sound of a dying candle or from a Diya. The sound that comes from the burnt out wick?

This weird moment had come upon her whilst alone in an almost silent kitchen. Harlin heard a faint crackle which startled her as their was no one else there that she was aware of. Upon investigating nervously burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-104243846 she saw a dying Diya, (a small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay), with a final wisp of smoke rising from it. Seeing this it was then the feeling she had in that moment which was truly surprising. Pity, is how she described it, for it sounded almost like this Diya was saying goodbye to her with its last dying breath. Wanting to be heard knowing it wouldn’t die alone.

We know non living things have no sentiments but still there is a beauty in any death as remarkable as its birth. Being able to hear that in the softest of sounds brings that final farewell to an emotional feeling of understanding. Perhaps even adding to our insight in to the World around us. Such was the profound thought that Harlin had after this emotionally charged incident shared with this Diya which until now was just a simple inanimate object.

It got us to thinking of those other dying whispers of such non living beings we as humans either don’t hear or perhaps choose not to. Lets be very clear here before we move on to our other candidates in this idea regarding what is not a valid entry. Trees, Plants, Animals, those things that are considered alive are not. The thought that has been raised is bound to those objects that are simply things, objects, made by humans in most cases. (Certainly in all the ones we could think of they are!)

By way of non inclusive examples, here are two which did cross our minds as we pondered together at Harlam but were ruled out for they are actual living beings.

A tree falling to its final death bed on the forest floor.

Perhaps a solitary Leaf that falls from an Autumn tree as it is pushed to its final resting place by the whispering wind.

With that now explained, allow us to proceed in describing our poor dying entities who give out that, “Whisper of Death“, when their time has come to an end.

First, much like the Diya is that tiny, “Tink” sound, (best word we could think of to describe it), made by its modern day counterpart the filament light bulb. (Not the modern energy saving versions.) Both giving their individual whispering sound signifying the death of the light they once shone when alive.

Next the sound made as the final part of a sinking boat or ship, slips from above to just beneath water_droplet the watery surface. Its the sound of the whisper made by the water as it reforms itself to its previous flatness. That one single final droplet leaping up before falling to settle, “Poooit“, an absolute final sign the sea, (ocean or even river to!), has devoured the boat. Now having died becoming a lifeless wreck laying buried beneath the waves, unseen, unheard.

Another that came into our minds on this thoughtfully deep notion was the good old Balloon. Whilst it serves its life purpose brightening up those milestones of our own human lives, birthdays, weddings among many others, it to eventually succumbs. As those last tiny particles of air, (or Helium), seep from its tired neck with an almost silent, “Psssht“. Finally deflated despite trying to hold on to every precious breath it once held. Ironically this sometimes is our very own human breaths as used when we gave birth to it in the first place. Although every now and again, this non living being can go out with a “BANG” in its final act of death! (Bit more than a whisper!)

Returning to the kitchen we have our forgotten friend that sits there working hard in the background for us. None other than the refrigerator, (“Fridge”, as we all lovingly refer to it), with its unseen heart pumping the life preserving gas around in its metallic veins. Non stop through those coiled arteries, passing through the expansion valve, (as our own blood does heart valves), creating that cool interior heaven withing its body. A cold effect we so take for granted yet it keeps those juices and food we trust it with fresh for longer. Eventually this poor kitchen being though finds that it’s heart can pump no more. It to reaches that “Whisper of Death” with the last final spin of its motor shaft coming to a stop. “Bzzshoop” Something we suddenly only notice when it is no longer there, the whirring soft hum of a circulating heart, like a breeze of life once continually blowing almost imperceptibly quiet, yet was always there.

Here then is our final thought on this emotionally weird idea for you to ponder. When something we consider as alive dies there is an associated emotional appreciation automatically felt. Here though we have tried to describe dying moments of non living entities, each of which has its unique final whisper before exiting this world. Though please do forgive our onomatopoeia attempts with describing these sounds.

Moving to the crux, we think this is the very sad thing because our ears are not equipped with the ability to pick up such low quiet sounds of feeling, they are missed. Worse we simply choose to ignore them as insignificant because they are from non living beings. Imagine though if our ears along with our mindset were attuned, would it not be incredible to hear all those, “Whispers of Death“?

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

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Please, if there are any you would like to add from your own thoughts do comment below. 🙂


Words Don’t Mean What They Used To!

We at Harlam already have our own Dictionary of new words which we use in everyday conversation without giving them a second thought. They have become as real to us in their own definitions as all those defined within Collin’s or perhaps the Oxford English dictionaries. These though are words we have created that do not exist anywhere else other than in the Harlam dictionary. (Well for now until other people like you start using them in the big wide world.)

This post though is about how we at Harlam use real world words but have given them a different meaning. Despite this when using them it is our new meaning that is applied as it has taken over that particular word.

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“Arrr, I be tired”

Take “Pirate“, noun: A person who attacks and robs ships at sea, “a pirate ship”

For Harlin and Lamo this now means something completely different all because of an innocent use of it that occurred between the two of us. Usually because of the time difference, (Explained in our post The Time Lord Effect), it is Harlin who is the one already in to the bedtime zone when we are talking of an evening. One night last year as she became tired to the point of actually falling asleep she said;

One of my eyes is closing, I’m turning into a Pirate

At the time we laughed, said our good nights and that was it for the evenings communion of words. However a couple of evening sessions later when she reached the point were dreamland was approaching, she just said, “I’m getting all Pirate here again!

It was at this very point the simple word Pirate had changed its meaning for us. In our conversations it now means; “I have reached the point where I am so tired I am falling asleep”. Completely different to its actual original definition.

It does raise the thought about how words  were originally created and adopted.

Thinking about it, at some point one single individual came up with the original word, now somehow billions are using it. Yes of course it has an etymology that traces it back to other older words from Greek and Roman history. But take Pirate, at some moment in the past, someone must have pointed at a person with a patch over their eye etc. saying, “Pirate“. This then associated the word, no matter how it was originally derived, to this specific type of person. Now everyone in the world knows what pirate means, that is astounding.

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

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We would love to hear from you. If you have words you use to mean something different than their original definitions, please do comment below! 🙂 

Crazith, The Sub God Of Craziness.

Within the Subverse there are the SubSubs, we have described these in a previous post, The Subverse, where not only do entity’s that we would call sub conscious personalities originate but there are others that can become a much stronger forces within the conjoined Subverse. These are what we may think of as Gods, but only within the Subverse, these are what we term as “Sub Gods“.

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The Sub Gods

Some of these are those that we believe can influence, or be responsible for certain things that we perceive, such as Luck, or as we believe Craziness.

One such Sub God that we have come to know is called “Crazith“, this is the Sub God that creates Craziness, (The good kind, within us). It is his, (Although there is no gender so her can also be used.),  influence that through the Subverse can affect people within the Converse to appear to be acting in a strange manor, “crazy” as we would say. Yet this is not the fault of human’s conscious mind it is the affect that Crazith can have on us through the Subverse which then can manifest itself into the more visible Converse.

We at Harlam have learned to embrace his, (Or her), existence, as it is no threat to those Gods that others follow from the Converse, for these Sub Gods, influence is on us only within the Subverse which has a minimal effect upon humanity.

Now we at Harlam think that allowing Crazith into our Subverse and allow the affecting our sub conscious is a good thing, for he, (Or she), influences us to a slightly different way of subtle thinking. This leads to helping with creativity, with doing things that others don’t, for they have not yet accepted his, (Or her), or any of the other Sub Gods that are  present within the Subverse.

As with the history of various Converse Gods that have been, lest then forgotten as humanity has moved on through the ages, there is of course that concept of appeasement. The “sacrificial” ceremony requirement to the Sub God you believe in to ensure that he, (Or she), blesses you with their influence. Crazith is no different in this, he, (Or she), will answer the call to those who believe strongly enough and offer up the sacrifice to him, (Or her). Crazith though is not a demanding Sub God and needs nothing more than you to sacrifice a Coffee in his, (Or her), name.

This is a simple enough ceremony that can be performed much like a prayer, you simply raise your Coffee aloft

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Please Bless Us Crazith

and utter the simple chant, “With this coffee I ask you Crazith to bless me with the gift of craziness”. It is important though that after you finish the chant, you must end the ceremony with another quick toasting by lifting the coffee vessel whilst saying his, (Or her), name, Crazith once more to finish. (A sort of Crazith Sub God Amen if you like.). Then you sacrifice the coffee by its consumption through drinking it of course.

People offer wonder why it is people act crazy when they have consumed too much coffee, all hyper appearing crazy to others. Now you will understand that even though you have not yet embraced them, the Sub Gods are there in the SubSubs waiting to be called into the Subverse to bless you with their various gifts. Drinking the coffee without the chant to Crazith though gives rise to a form of the Craziness but it is a chaotic form. This is because it is the naughtier Sub God “Crazade that you have given rise to through not correctly following the sacrificial coffee taking fully. He, (Or she), Crazade will not bless you with the good crazy but sadly the more chaotic kind!

It is very important to remember when dealing with the Sub Gods that one must be very careful about the ceremonies relating to each that is undertaken. Also bear in mind the effects can be increased when two believers, as we at Harlam both are, (Crazithists), take the coffee with the chant but then finish with a touch of the cups, mugs, glasses etc. and say, Crazith one more time. (Again like an Amen.)

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2018