A Gentleman Traveller

There is a word in this world that, can cause as much pain as it can warmth and affection. This word, this heart felt word of pure affection, once felt, it is hard to be without. This word is Love, a mere affection, that drives us as wild with as it can jealous and spiteful with equal measure. Without the world would be a cold place with, which makes music flow like water with wonder and beauty, and every day seem like the perfect dream. Once without, very quickly the days turn dark and stormy seeming to never end. Sleep, marvellous sleep that once refreshed and renewed, seems to make one feel like a corpse in the grave, more tired than the days before, more tearful than nights past.  Never forgetting the day that ones heart was ripped out like confetti from noble chest. Making one feeling like an empty husk just waiting to be buried in the sands of time.

When writing this I looked what is currently going on in the world, the good, the bad and the ugly. This is going to cover a variety of areas that are current, and areas that in this authors opinion we should be very careful about how we proceed with.  Technology & Sciences I start with this area as it is one that interests me greatly, as it should be of interest to us all.  The advancements that the human race has made in the past century in these two fields has been amazing there are no other words for it.  But seeing how today it is my belief that we should still push to advance these areas, however when food is no longer coming from nature and instead it comes from the laboratory....this I think we should be raising major question marks about.  Food Grown in a Test-tube  Can I see uses for the ability to generate food in such a manor? Yes I can indeed it will come into use when man seeks to head into outer space to explore worlds beyond this one, f or Astronauts on

I would personally like to applaud Mr AJ Miller or as he Likes to be called "Jesus" and his wife Mary, for convincing those would listen to his very well told stories, I am sure that the poet Homer would be most impressed at his Spiel. That he is indeed Christ....good see that a silver tongue can still produce silver, in fact his is cranking out Gold and Platinum. I would post a question to this man if he is indeed Christ, if he has indeed made resurrections in the past as he made claim to....there was recently a man in England cut down by two men (who if they were to follow your act could claim to have been possessed by demons at the time), this man as I sure you are well aware was an innocent, good man. I do not ask proof of your abilities but I am sure that if you were able to resurrect this gentleman.....your stories would actually have some solid factual footing, because currently like most of the Bible they are very told Myths and nothing more. If this act is too mu

For many years now we as human kind have been searching for "The Divine Light", some heavenly body or being to guide us. Many place their faith that this exists and that it is an External Force, something which we have little to no control over. We do this because it is what our religious leaders want us to believe, because it maintains their power over our system of belief and therefore US, as man will believe in anything that we believe will  take us to a better place when we die.  The origins of the word church, were defined as a group of people gathering together in a space to worship a "Divine Entity".  I personally feel that this energy that we feel when we are gathered together is not brought about by an External Force, but rather an Internal Force.  It is a connection of people and the positive energy that lies in us all. This "Divine Light" is not divine at all but very much a spiritual connection between us all. We are the light

Where do I begin this...this item is as personal to me as anything could ever possibly be. This is not just about me, but to all intensive purposes this is me. Now the reason why I, a twenty-six year old has decided to sit down and write this, is simply because having a form of Autism seems now to be a cause of shyness, of the thinking that everyone who might have the slightest form of Autism, or any mental difficulties should be bubble wrapped, this is wrong!!! To those of you who have ever read anything about Aspergers Syndrome (AS), might only know what you do from what you have read in newspaper articles. Articles that have made it into the main stream media due to people who have it and who have done terrible things, murders, computer hacking etc. These cases are far and few between, people with AS have the potential to do great things and to be great people. To give those of you to whom this might be an introduction to Aspergers Syndrome, an idea of the t

There are times that one spends in deepest regret of things done, words said and lessons not learned. Where you force yourself in silence to scream out and unleash internal agony for only deaf ears to hear. This is not to wallow in self regret, but to lend sound and action to what troubles us the most.  To turn inward sorrow, to external expression. Where we go to our place where only we can hear ourselves scream.  To bury these problems is simply not enough, but to face them and stand up to them and confess them to yourself. This is what is the hardest thing to do, speaking to someone can help with superficial pain those secrets that we allow our selves to share with those whom we trust. It is those items of concern which we do not want others to know of for fear of not being understood and loosing trust and the faith of those closest to our persons. This might cause us to be alone and in world of 7 Billion is something we do not want to be.

There are times in life when as people we can find ourselves being stuck in our own thoughts. When these situations arise old crutches are sought out, be them healthy or not. These "crutches" can be any thing that once eased the pain, and at the time made life make sense. They bring: peace, joy and happiness from thes we feel good about ourselves. It is only in times of feeling low and unwanted even though on the outside things seem to going better than they have in a long time if not ever. That the mind wants to reach out to those things... or something that we wish we could hold on to and feel better about our selves. Even though in some cases it is the worst thing to do. I know this, as every time that I feel low my heart wants to reach out and touch those memories that made it sing with joy, that gave it the energy, the will and sheer unbridled happiness, the kind that makes you dance for no reason and sing with unrelenting pride. It's at times like these that one

Of all the seas and oceans that I have ventured through on my journey, it's the atlantic that is the most awe-inspiring, and that makes this massive ship feel like a ship should. It's the fact that no other stretch of water I have encountered can make this ship rock and roll, any wear near as much as the Atlantic.  It's this motion of the ocean that reminds me of the supreme power of nature, its something that you cannot deny.  Most of all the Atlantic reminds of the fact we are at last on our return leg, my final few days that have been confirmed even further as I received my travel information, from Amsterdam to London Heathrow on Thursday the 26th, I can unashamedly say that after I recieved this piece of paper, and had placed it in my lockable drawer, I went up to the highest part of the ship, on top of the bridge took off my shirt and basked in the sun, placed my head phones in my ears and began to dance, a dance of pure joy, not caring who saw in fact I really

When I woke at 6:30 it was still dark reminding ke that the further north we travel we enter in to winter it's a strange feeling. At 7:30 the early gimpses of sunrise appear a new day about to be given birth, and by 8:15 I stare uncontollabley and await paintently to see the sun rise in the east.  The condensation marks of a plane that passed by minutes before becomes a red streak across the sky which gets brighter as that inevitable moment comes closer to fruition, changing colours as life comes back to an eternaly dark planet.  A sight that I have seen a thousand times before but now I see it with my eyes open for the first time, the colours as the whole sky begins to light up hours before this moment. To the dark clouds as they begin thier slow retreat, their time will come again but not just yet.  The planes trail now becomes a glowing firery multitude of colours, as light begins to come and make visible ships on the horozion, the whites horses leap in to action

I have spent my life trapped in a prision of my own choosing, a prison with no doors, windows or walls, only a screen, a controller and a console.  Living out my life as which ever character in which ever story, I was playing at the time. I have only self control to thank that I never discovered the world that is Warcraft. Other wise, I cannot help but think that I would be lost, lost in a world that does not exist in the physical relm, but in the ever expanding digital realm, the realm where dreams can be visualised, and night mares realised. A realm where the difference of life and death is but a save, or a restart away.  Where you can be what you want, do what you want, whenever or however you see fit.  But this world is expanding, this relm and ours seem to be ever merging, how soon till what we now know as reality becomes fantasy, and what we know as fantasy becomes reality?

As I enter the Suez Cannal, the gate way to Europe, I feel a familiar chill in the air and I welcome it. It's a sureal sight to see on one side a near barren desert, and on the other a thriving metropolis. The Chill in the air reminds me that Europe is in winter where as I have been stuck in an eternal summer, as I have crossed the world from West to East and back again.  As the Sun rises it slowly warms my skin, it's a wlecoming feeling, as I know that in the next few hours, the temperature will rise to a balmy 30-40 degrees. But on the desert side you see derelict buildings, scrap metal and tyres littering what would other wise be a pleasent landscape, and I remember that this strech of land is more than likely one of the most fought over in history, and that on more than one occasion it must have run red with blood and I weep. For mans abiltiy to create is nothing compared for his desire to destroy. The Desert is cold, in a place of such warm colours, sand an

Have we have arrived at a point and place in time, where over-sensitivity to certain aspects of religion, are holding the human race back from advancement?  Where in certain creative media (video games, films ,theatre and literature) which attract anger and outrage if they use religious aspects, the creators are scrutinised, and bullied by the media all because they risk up setting people's systems of belief. Some Video Games designers in their computer games have in someways addressed this issue, and others such as homosexuality with allowing their stories to incorporate these and allow players to follow their own path on different levels.  This aspect of free will is one of those things that many religious groups, especially those followers of the "Big Three" (Christianity, Islam and Judaism)  have a major problem with.  Where as it is deemed more than acceptable to those religions that have multiple Gods and use them and imagery of them in these media. 

My second true experience of the Asian continent, and my first experience of a Chinese way of life. Even though Hong Kong is a mixture of Western and Eastern, it is in this melting pot where Extremes are created.  On first arriving in Hong Kong, I was pleasantly welcomed by familiar sights, English style road signage, cars driving on the left and Uk style license plates. That was where the similarities to my native homeland ended.  Hong Kong is one of the cities that I have found embodies what I like to call "Disciplined Insanity" on every level.  Seeing Asia's ability to adapt and to evolve is as invigorating as it is depressing when I think of how the Uk has become and it's people for that matter on every level. A bunch of blind fools who cling on to past victories as if they happened yesterday, every closing line from an English man in an argument they can't win  is "Well we once controlled half the world". England no longer has an Empire

Sometimes I think back to times long gone, to events and periods in my life  that I never thought that I would ever miss. It's not the events themselves, but certain experiences that came with them. Now my mind drifts back to a time when I was naught but a lost soul, a man with no compass to guide him and no sail with which to send me on my way. To a place where I went which was not of my choosing. A place where as much I felt the warmth of friendship, I also felt the peace that solitude brings, and now I again long to taste that solitude once more. To feel that peace that being away from human civilisation brings, even if it is for but an hour or day.  To once again be immersed in mother natures beauty. To be in a place where the hum and racket of machines cannot be heard, where music comes from the wind whistling through the trees, to hear the delicate songs that the birds sing, to be in aware of the sight of eagles soaring on wing and to once again be at peac