Saturday was uncommonly hot and I decided to go to Fatima for personal reasons. I didn’t want ask God anything, as if for asking and protecting God would exists – somewhere or in our minds. I went there because the last time I went there it was thirty years ago with one girl friend who I loved so much, and now I know that she left me for that same reason. As anything is about love, there I was: on the right spot. If God exist, and possibly exist, but as we never saw Him, unless in certain peculiar moments or states of spirit, most possibly He exists in a different form than we think. So, there I was in the middle of a multitude coming from different parts of the world, notified by the different languages I heard, mostly Italian, Spanish and Polish. Being there, I bought a candle in an attempt to wire me to Him through fire. But no, I couldn’t put the candle gently on a holder, everybody in the crowd received harsh orders to throw the candle to the pyre, and I couldn’t even approach it because the temperature reminded me the Hell. Then I went to the mess, but couldn’t enter inside the Church, full of lost souls like mine. Lost and tired from this temple now converted into an open market. Then I returned to Lisbon, but I was decided anyhow to attend the mess, I was badly needing, I feel myself a God hunter, someone who wants to believe, and in truth, many times miracles saved my life, so He must exists, but I want to know why He passes our entire lives hidden, feeding unnecessary doubts. I want to know if God is our most craziest invention, an invention that justify wars, or an invention that gives a sense to family life. So, as I said, I went to the local mess in my neighborhood. The priest looked at me (or it seemed to me) with curiosity and start the homily about priesthood and noble professions. That our lives on Earth are a priesthood, that life is a sacrifice dedicated to others and society, that above all it is love the most important value, that God expresses Himself to us through Love. Then, the mess ended and the priest with his acolyte left through the central alley, and when walking with dignity accompanied by the old organ and spiritual songs, a blond young woman in colorful dress called him aside and whisper with a smile some words to him, and then he continued the way, but now with a more joyous and bright expression on his face. A middle aged couple was by my side and I heard the man whispering to his wife: “And she said: at eleven, in my house”…
Considering that planet Earth is not anymore at the center, and that the Sun is at the center, why not, inquired Giordano Bruno, why not to go further than Copernicus in our inquiring, that is, to imagine a univers infinite where the solar system would be one among thousand others. This question raised by Bruno generated a revolution in our knowledge, because the entire horizon that maked our culture was destroyed suddenly. Because, for Giordano Bruno, the smallest of the beings and the greatest celestial body had the same weight in the new vision of the universe.
Socrates represents the paradigmatic figure of the imprisoned philosopher, like so many others for whom life and intellectual commitment are indissociable. And for that reason paid with their own life. For Michel Foucault Socrates embodies the “courage of truth” and for Bertolt Brecht, in The Life of Galilee, “Thinking is one of the greatest pleasures of the human race.” But from the beginning, thinking is dangerous activity, for the political and religious powers, feeling threatened by those that interrogate inceasingly and having in their nature the eagerness of knowing without limits.
In this painting, Socrates is surrounded by his followers, sentenced to die by drinking poison hemlock.
Swiss historian Dr. Daniele Ganser, author of the seminal book NATO’s Secret Armies: Operation GLADIO and Terrorism in Western Europe.
«But by the early 1960s – under the pressures of anti-communist politicking and flirtations with the Far Right – some of these groups began to morph into something more sinister, linking up with extreme right-wingers who carried out acts of false-flag terrorism, harassment of left-wing parties and coups d’état.
But was this morphing simply an unforseen consequence of the unaccountability and instability of the network itself? Or was it, at least in part, engineered by the very Anglo-American establishment which gave birth to the project in the first place? And to what extent, therefore, can such acts of terror be seen as manifestations of ‘the strategy of tension’, carried out by the State against its own citizens for the purposes of control at home and geopolitical gain abroad? (We also discuss: Operation Northwoods, the so-called War on Terror, 9/11 and the recent Charlie Hebdo attacks.)»
We should think the unthinkable, this is the motto of political scientists but the common citizen should think like them too… And if the terror our societies are living were acts perpetrated by secret branches of secret services and secret military programs?… The Project Gladius, secret program of NATO initially targeting communist parties, and exploding bombs in order to incriminate communist movements, seems now with a generalized intention with the ultimate purpose to enforce the State at detriment of citizens freedom. How convenient! Please, take time to see the BBC documentary from the 90s about this secret program…(Specially after 50′, what the operational terrorist from the Italian Right tells us, about the “Strategy of Tension” to turn ciizens to the security of the State, at detriment of their freedom..)
So, the so-called terrorists hit by car several pedestrians (again, in a second time, is London Bridge the analogue of the Twin Towers?! Why they don’t block the bridge or put fastly protection pillars??) and the “terrorists” still had time to kill more people at Borough Market!…In a country with the highest threat level!… How is that possible!!! They say the terrorist were shot, but they never show a photo of the moment they were killed, nor their bodies, nor their identification. Now, they say that they don’t want to give importance to the terrorists, not showing them. But if these actors were true terrorists their heart wouldn’t be broken for not having their face on the VIP media! But, media don’t fear to give huge publicity to their terror acts, showing day after day what happened, or didn’t happened, feeding more terror on people!!!…
Before, attacks in Paris on the night of Friday 13 November by gunmen and suicide bombers hit a concert hall, a major stadium, restaurants and bars, almost simultaneously – and left 130 people dead and hundreds wounded. The police special task force arrived later than one hour! In the capital, Paris!!! Before, in Nice, the police left the place before the attack with the truck!!! When I lived in Paris in 1983 terrorist attack happened almost everyday. And you know what? We rarely saw police guard on the streets!!!
Therefore, it is necessary that we, world citizens, take care of this new phenomena, the real and complex possibility of State terrorism!…
Descartes said “I think, therefore I am” (cogito, ergo sum), but he was too rough in his statement. Because we can be thinking in a bath of useless thoughts, wrong thoughts and without being able to get rid of them. That is not living.
– Sara, what a lovely day! Let’s go out, walk along the streets and enjoy this bright day!
– Calm down, Josh, please. I am not right now in your mood.
– But I want to go outside, walk with my wonderful son. Son, let’s go together.
And the little boy, at first surprised, finally jumped to his father. Sara looked outside the window with an absent mind.
Walking along the street, Josh was euphoric, being together with his lovely son.
– Look, my son, look to the Sun! It is even riming… You are my sunshine! Wow, you are so light, my son.
– But father, let’s return home… Mom is alone at home.
– First open your little eyes to the beauty around you!
And Josh walked a bit more carrying his son on his shoulders.
– But, yesterday, the neighborhood seemed more… magical. What is going on today, son?… Do you understand?… I feel tired…
– Father, let’s go home, father… I am good for today – insisted the child.
– But, look, son. The broken windows, the dirty street, the dispersed needles, the discolored trees… What’s happening???
Please, my love, call me. I miss your joy, your lovely jokes, your heavy breathing after you talked about little sexy things… I’d like to know that someone is with me, you know, just in case.
Photo: Einstein, Lord Rothschild and Bernard Shaw, at Hotel Savoy, in 1930.
On the evening of 27 October 1930, Einstein spoke at the Savoy Hotel in London for a dinner organized by the British Committee for the Promotion and Economic Welfare of Eastern Jewry. George Bernard Shaw, Lord Rothschild and H. G. Wells, were also there. Einstein said at the end of his discourse: “It rejoices me to see before me Bernard Shaw and H. G. Wells, for whose conception of life I have a special feeling of sympathy.” Shaw ended his discourse with ‘My lords, ladies and gentlemen, I raise my glass to our greatest contemporary: Professor Einstein’. And Einstein replied: ‘I personally thank you for the unforgettable words which you have addressed to my mythical namesake who has made my life so burdensome’ .
“Science is always wrong,” George Bernard Shaw famously proclaimed in a toast to Albert Einstein. “It never solves a problem without creating 10 more.” (see also )
 Einstein lived here, Abraham Pais Link here: http://bookzz.org/book/766740/5c9012
A friend of mine, Bulgarian, told me she had received the day before a phone call during a short stay in Sofia, asking her 10,000 euros to be paid the same day, otherwise she would be killed. She reassured me, this is very common nowadays in Bulgaria. Even so, she told me to prefer to return to Bulgaria instead to stay in this country where I live now. Because, there, she still have longtime friends that cherish her, always concerned about her, and here, she has none. That sad account make me think a lot about the European life. I lived for about eight years in France before coming to Portugal, and it was a marvelous experience, indeed. France has a powerful culture and very exigent academia where I improved my scientific skills. However, already several decades before (that I know) and until today, France entertains a very difficult relationship with foreigners, in particular those, poor, from Arabian and African cultures, that are marginalized and resentful, living in the outskirts of the big cities like Paris… French, in general, tend to assume themselves superior to others, and treat them like that, with the exception of English, USA citizens, Germans and alike, in regard to which they feel equal. When I returned from France, still in my twenties, I had a lot of troubles to adapt and mingle in this country. We needed to become part of a group of other young, to be accepted by them, otherwise we would stay alone. During the period of time I was attempting to be accepted by normalized social group of other young people, I had the opportunity to mingle with some crazy friends, nymphomaniacs, artist and expats like me, which make me more sensitive to the social problem (at least I felt their affection and attentive care). The truth is that still today, it is virtually impossible to make friends in Portugal and I now I understand why a friend of mine said shockingly to us one day, to the “group of friends”, and in a dramatic vibration: ” I have no friends!”. They are unable to relate as friends, I mean with authentic affection, because for them life is a darwinian struggle. They have relationships, supposedly to be socially necessary, regardless the meaning of the word. Nevertheless, they adore foreigners from well-developed countries, maybe to hide the repulsive inner forces that they dedicate to themselves. Of course, all this is so weird that nobody talks about. Specially social scientists. Europe is supposedly a continent that gave to the world a lots of scientists, philosophers and political scientists, but as a matter of fact, Europe is a tremendously racist continent (very diligently hidden but ready to reappear if necessary as we may infer by the actual fascist drift…) that gave to the world two bloody, absolutely destructive world wars and, if possible, will give a third… And the great empires. Life can be so unconfortable that they discovered a “New World” and are ready to kill themselves tying to live on Mars. How is it possible, being the supposedly cultured, enlightened, progressive, continent? Of course, the discussion of these issues are not confortable for the majority and, therefore, the social problem is never well-posed…
In face of all these (hidden) facts, my interpretation differs from the mainstream historiens. I sustain that the reason why Europe was so creative in arts, literature, philosophy, science and alike is due not to a supposed outstanding civilizational conditions of existence, but instead, being prone to the most wild instincts, Europe gave birth to an outstanding horde of philosophers, writers, scientists and social visionaries in a desperate attempt to understand the horrible destiny of this continent.