Let me begin with a thought. You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testes, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs as well as numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.
I, along with all other children, played a game that involved kicking anything that would roll and chasing it to kick it again, and again. The emphasis was on kicking the object. The aim was to be the first, each and every time, to kick the object. This required running faster than anybody else. We pushed others out of the way, but really it was more a polite occupation of space in order to obstruct the other person’s path to the object. Occasionally we got an actual ball to kick. Wow, a ball. Yep, they existed in those far off days in the midday sun of the Kenyan dirt track and side alleys.
Many families lived around a courtyard. Family courtyards were invariably concreted, and several families occupied the dwellings surrounding it and used that space to cook the day’s food before the sun became unbearable. When the sun raged, the internal kitchen was used. Each wife/mother cooked in her own kitchen; however, each cook offered and accepted food cooked by another. Reciprocity was the mainstay of such units. So kids did not really kick about in the courtyards as freely as they did in the side alleys.
These kickabouts were replicated when as a child the family moved to Punjab. There my school had goalposts in playing fields. “What was football?”, I asked after being told what the posts were for, and being told they were football goalposts. I never did see football being played in India. The best that a ‘football’ was used for was to see how high one could kick a ball into the air.
You guys have to realise that the heat of equatorial Kenya and tropical India is an energy-sapping environment. People are easy-going because the heat does not encourage active movement for sustained periods of time. No one in his or her right mind wants to increase their body temperature, so chasing a ball was not the ideal game to play.
No, the game we played was to go walking around the shopping centres to look at girls of our age or slightly older. If girls looked at us without frowning, we spun dreams of love, marriage, children, and grandchildren, until the next time a girl looked at us without a frown. I sometimes wonder where the Muslims got their idea of multi-marriage!
When still a child, the family moved to London. I didn’t know what England was, but I knew what London was. London was the country, with which England was somehow associated. How, was not quite clear. Televisions by and large were a non-entity in those days. Kids played in the streets or in the park. My glee at being confronted with a ball to chase in the park must have been plastered all over my face, and I was invited to join the group of lads ‘playing’. They played in the same way we chased the round object through the dirt alleyways in Kenya. It was the same: push each other politely, and kick the ball; but this time in a particular direction.
At school in those days sports was mandatory. I was confronted with things called wing-half and inside-right, while the position that threw me for months were something called right and left bats. Bats! What had vampires to do with football?! As my ears got used to the English and London accent, I realised the words were right and left backs. The first time I played, I was told to stand in a position at the edge of the pitch. Half-a-wing or was it wing-half or something like that. I had never come across anything like this.
The centre-forward pushed the ball forwards for his companion to run with. I looked on transfixed from where I’d been told to stand. That was my position so I stood and watched. Then deja vu took over. The kids, all twenty of them, chased the ball irrespective of what their position on the field was. I knew this game. It was the kick & chase game of the dirt track alleyways of Kenya. Only this time it was called football. I understood the mêlée. I joined in with full gusto.
Kids reeled off names like Puskas, Eusebio, Pele, Garrincha, Billy Wright, Stanley Matthews, Danny Blanchflower…they might as well have been speaking double-dutch for all I knew, but I cottoned on that the Brazilian national team was the best around etc.
The 1966 world cup was on television. The most obvious thing I observed was the manner in which the European teams refused to play football, but rather stuck to allocated ‘positions’. The South Americans, with their natural flair, played from the heart. The Europeans played a calculated, tactical game. Nature verse nurture. Nurture won the cup. The essence had been taken out of the game. Results mattered, not flair. Beauty was replaced by Bugly Yetty. A precursor world in which intelligence began to be measured by catty sarcasm.
The Europeans went further. They perfected the tactical foul. Ever since, the game has lost its purity. What we see today is not football, a game intended for a cardiovascular workout with smiling faces and mutual admiration. Instead, we see a war. It has become a caveman’s war. Win at any cost.
Old manners intertwined with ancient mechanisms of Prayer have also become like the modern game of football. Prayers used to be aimed at an end result. The end result sought was peace. Peace in one’s thoughts with Peace-related stream of thoughts. But nowadays, (nowadays here means the past five to six thousands years), it is thinking masquerading as Prayer.
Prayer has become a method of beseeching the outer something deemed ‘God’, to fulfill a request. Naturally, as priorities and emotions change, the request changes. “Dear God…” a new requisition form is forwarded. Then ofcourse as the request is never fulfilled a ‘I do not believe in God…’ diatribe is energised.
Prayers have to evolve as humans change their reference points. I will use football to illustrate change and the new evolution that could transform football. This new evolution could be called Gool-Mool.
- Throw-in: can be slung in with one arm, or kicked in like a foul. Either way the opposing team cannot be within ten yards.
- If a foul is committed in the defending half by the defending team, no more than three defenders plus their goalkeeper must face five attackers, until the ball goes out of play, a goal is scored or is successfully defended.
- Every third corner automatically leads to a dribble penalty where an attacker faces the goalkeeper. Either the attack is nullified or a goal is scored.
- A shot hitting the post and rebounding back into play is an automatic goal.
- A yellow card sees the player sit in sin-bin for five minutes, and the opposition gets to choose another player to join the offender for two minutes.
- Only three defenders plus a goalkeeper can defend a corner while the attack team has five players including the corner-taker, until a goal is scored or defended successfully.
- Rolling substitutes throughout the game.
- No off-side.
- The team first to score in a score draw gets two points while the other team gets one point only; in a no-score draw game points remain distributed as they are now.
The game will automatically become far more exciting to watch and participate in. Whereas the modern game as played now been lost to the clinical thinkers and risk-averse managers. Fun, enjoyment, and excitement have been lost totally.
Similarly, Prayers also have to be revamped to meet the requirements of the current God, a Greed-God. Parishioners of Greed-God must visit commercially run old people’s homes and hospices to see the sum totality of life. Life is not unending youthfulness. Unfortunately, the point (singularly) lost is that the human bio-system houses not one but several bodies overlapping each other, inside and around the one physical frame.
One can have the youthful vigour of a forty-something but in fact be in their seventies. The mental mindset will express the thought paradigm of a seventy-plus age mentality and not a forty-something as their youthful vigour may suggest. Prayers need to accommodate the ongoing shift of this paradigm
The bottom line is that everyone I meet wants just one thing. That one thing being a peaceful life. What no one recognises or is prepared to accept is that turmoil, unacceptable events and unpleasant situations are the sum-reality of life. A peaceful life has to be lived alongside and in cooperation with the distaste of natural life: duality in motion. Until you are prepared to accept that life has pain and pleasure, you are not going to touch peace in your prayers.
Prayers are a method of creating, through auto-suggestion, an emotional world cocooning the self. The cocoon is only relative to you. You cannot extend it to others. You cannot hope to bring peace to the rest of humanity, where humanity is persecuting non-humans for meat on a minute-by-minute basis.
Old Prayers took place in a world where a goat and a tiger sat side by side and neither was required to become an actor in the drama of life and death. Why? Because the environment was self-sustaining.
But nature fell from grace.
It is not humans that fell from grace, but nature that fell from grace. And as her offspring, we participated with zealous callousness in her fall. We can rectify and assist nature in regaining her poise and composing herself into grace again, but it requires humans to change their own mindset.
For that, a hands-on, objective Prayer system is needed. Subjective Prayer systems will not do. Objective Prayer requires that humans stop trying to ‘master’ nature but co-operate and co-reside in her guardianship. She is a very advanced, intelligent and highly evolved Being in her own right. We are tiny cogs in her mechanism.
The Prayer we need is one that makes the effort of living within whatever nature provides us on a seasonal basis. Let famine come. Famine will go as and when it suits Her. You have to simply accept that you are not this life only, but you are an endless encasements of lives.
If only you had the ability to see your own past and your own future, you would realise the futility of gathering accoutrements for the worship of Greed-God.
Ideally, the Prayers you access must allow you to see without the blindfold over your ‘Eye’. ‘Eye’ is functioning even now, but your sensory apparatus is simply not groomed or polished enough to cognise the vision of that ‘Eye’.
To sense and see things the ‘Eye’ requires a whole-scale shift from a Greed based ‘internal’ symmetry to a Need based one.
A new vision of teaching from kindergarten upwards is needed, where harmony with nature is taught.
Guys, if you do not take serious stock of the situation, then ‘nature’ will kick us off her plate once again. She needs to do that in order to recompose her poise and grace. She has done this many a time in the past, and will do so again in the future, until finally we, the animal dwellers on her plate, realise that we have to protect each other and trust Her totally.
Ecology is the new Prayer paradigm. Ecology was the initial ‘old Prayer’, now lost to myth. Ecology is the only way forward.
It is up to the ordinarywallahs to roll up their sleeves and occupy their governments’ squares, demanding that all deep-earth excavation is stopped here and now. Mother Earth is screaming in pain and if do not take radical steps to stop this rape then She will kick our asses off this planet once again. You can forget cyberology’s enslavement of humans as a nightmare to fear. The permanent damage done to Mother Earth by excavating her physiology is the catalyst that will trigger a wipeout of humans from the face of this planet.
Let me here put a finishing touch to the thought I began with. I began with the following opening “You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testicles, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs along with numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.” If a biological epidemic ate away one half of each pair of these organs and limbs, how long would it be before you begin looking for a mechanism to defeat the epidemic?
European human greed is the pan-epidemic of this planet. Because of them, all humans are going to be wiped off the face of this planet. Field workers like myself are simply here to deliver this last-chance saloon message. However, the decision has to be the race Europeans’ to make.