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Heroin
November 9, 2002 - 08:44 AM
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I had a dream last night. It always amazes me the complexity that the world of dreams contain, either in their narrative or the laws that seem to govern their world. Without thought a world comes to you prepackaged, words can come to you, philosophies are delivered that are so matter of fact and seem to have already existed for a long time.
The section that i will share with you came at the end of a sequence of other sections which i also wrote down when i woke from the dream but don't seem to have much relevance to the last section, so i have left them out. It is quite long and takes a while to get to the important part but as i said dreams are very complex, and yet simple.
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I came to a wooden stage or platform where there were African youths, i felt i was in South Africa, gathered around the back and in the rear corners of the stage. They were street wise and one or two rose their heads from their crouched position to make gun shapes with their hands which were directed at me. Not wanting to be alienated by this behavior i started to point at them and make silly shapes, in good humour, showing that i wasn't scared off by their gestures. This made more of them pay attention to me and start making gestures towards me.
Then i burst into a song aimed at the crowd that i think was South African in nature. But soon they took over the song and the song had a game within it. They would sing a certain section and then one part of the group would chant "AAAAA" at then end of ot, then they repeated the initial section plus the first addition and another group added "IIIII". It continued in this fashion with the additions "BBBB" and then "WWWW". Towards the end of the song however, the W's and B's were actually sounds very unique to their culture, a bit harder to grasp and a bit crazier in their delivery, and didn't sound like W's and B's at all but the letters in my head were definately AIBW. I tried to follow the song and was excited by the game that was within it and that was so easy to grasp.
Then i stepped into what seemed like a non lit fireplace full of cut grass and debris and felt myself stung on both feet. The children were instantly concerned and one said something like "oh no, he's been sticked" and then i knew. I looked down to see i had a number of syringes, heroin needles, in one foot. I pulled them out slowly and then lifted my other foot to see it had also been pricked by a number of needles.
It was an immediate death sentence and it was almost like i was going to die in a few moments. In what seemed like my death speech the world became very different to me. My feelings which had been there all my life but were often hesitant, unsure and not openly acknowledged by society grew very strong. I could see the nature of the children before me. I could see the very earthly, hard presence of the world. I spoke that it was enough in my life to see the strong character of these children and their world but that there was much more to do. They must continue and they must desire and move towards change.
The change that was needed was like that that came from above in the sky. I looked to the sky, the clouds and i said "It will be like this, It must be like this", unable to describe in detail what i was feeling and motioning towards. There was more to this dream but i will finish here.
When i woke from this dream i was filled with a sense of unquestionable resolve. I had just experienced, in a certain way, what is was like to be given a death sentence by stepping on an infected syringe. I started to think how problems such as these could be solved. In Australia we have just started testing legal injection rooms. There has been a huge debate over this. After this experience i feel that they are definitely a good idea and that ideally they should provide:
- clean syringes
- safe disposal
- educational and therapeutic information about how to get off drugs and start pursuing something that is really satisfying, finding life goals and how to achieve them and also be informed how easy it is for a child to step on an infected needle in a street, a park, and acquire aids.
Last week i came home to find the front door of my home kicked in and the door frame missing. I had been robbed. They had a suspect, an 18 year old girl who had never been in trouble before but was now a heroin user and was about to brought in on 8 burglaries. They had found her with an older man stealing a car, she was in her underpants, as she had leaked through her jeans due to her period. I found out all this when i went to reclaim my stolen goods. She had run from the scene however they now had her blood soaked jeans as evidence. Now this evidence, her jeans, were in a brown paper bag sitting next to the stolen items they had found in the car.
It made me so sad to think of this girl, confused, desperate and panicking who could not even tend to her needs as a woman and human due to her vicious addiction. Almost all burglaries these days are drug induced. Drug addiction is something we cannot ignore and neither can we just punish the people who use drugs and expect the problem to go away. They are people and deserve to be helped.
I believe these and many other problems can be solved by the introduction of a new educational and political system (that's all!). We need to realise and state our shared intentions, ask ourselves what is most important, have some clear ideas as to how we can master those forces within ourselves and the world that create disharmony, so that we can move closer towards the noble code of conduct that is possible for us to attain.
The education system should facilitate the holistic development of each child. The political system needs to make its policies based on a holistic awareness and sense of responsibility.
Many other issues can be solved this way including racism and other prejudices.
I believe where our shared intentions are strongest laws should be made to make such actions compulsory. For example, in the area of sustainable resources. Action to transfer to the 'alternatives' is not happening quick enough. Time must be made to think of the alternatives for the primaries that will soon be phased out and will need to change their business. But currently we are ignoring the facts and therefore ignoring consequences that will effect us all.
I have to finish my degree first and then i will try and be more directly involved in the introduction of a new political and educational system. So stay posted!
morning
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November 10, 2002 - 01:20 AM
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a simple response of complex thoughts
November 10, 2002 - 03:22 AM
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have had loz of dreams this days. and YES! they are complex..loz of different stories mixed up and often unfished cuz i often woke up att he middle.. but its odd that ive dreamed pretty much about school stuff. schools been pretty stressful.
The story about the girl reminded me about my friend who was a heroine addict. http://updates.takingitglobal.org/read/Angel_on_broomstick?startat=52
Hes now fine and evrything was okay until one midnite he phoned us and ask to come to hospital cuz hsi mom got a serious road accident. And now its her turn in hospital.Sad story.
At this very moment when i m writing this response to you, out the window, ic an see a couple of street kids burning drugs and breathe it on on the other side of the river<which>... Those youth are so vunerable and sometimes they have loz of reasons to use drugs. But sometimes i think this little window is too fragile. I too at a depression moment or whatever can step out and be among them. But i dont becuz i choose not to. Another time there is this shining shoe kid ran into our home front yard and asked my mom to hide him becuz theres a bigger boy whos running after him and offered <well> him to use drug. That boy was just like the others i m seeing now having no good life, but again he chose not to use drug.And i admired him loz. Becuz he did not go to school or had any kind of education like i do but still he was conscious with his choice.
Educate youth and raising awareness is clearly a good solution. But it still bothers me to think of these kids who work in the streets and dont have the kind of education we are having,even no education. There are also streets kids who are forced to use drugs by those whom they call " bigger fish".At the street voices forum that o was helping to organize in 2000,the street youth came up with some suggestions to politicians and government which i found very interesting :
- Educate youth thru mass media esp on radio <becuz>
- set up a hotline on public telephone linked to police office so any youth in danger of drugs can ring the police when they need help and its free too.
- let highschool students visit centers/hospitals where drugs addicts stay and taken cared of, talk to them encourage them and learn from their experiences.
- draw, compose song music.. most easy to digest messages for youth. 
hey morning you dont have to finish ur degree first.. u can do something rite now i think.ur creative dreamer and more!  and yea keep posting.
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Re: Heroin
December 19, 2002 - 02:48 AM
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i donno...
i have always dreamt of being the CEO of a big giant corporation. a rich and powerful dude.
then i think, i am so unlucky to be born in india. i mean, theres too much competition and theres too little scope (especially since i gained weight... preetier people are preffered )
then i wonder, had i been born in some more developed place, like america or germany or australia, i'd have much better chances. so many indians migrate to foreign countries for a richer (if not better)life.
then they post of incidents like this...
i think the people in developed countries have major problems because of lack of culture. (or the lack of inclination to follow it)
some pople just waste themselves.... isint it.
i am so glad i am born in india.
neither are we too rich, nor too poor.
a nice culture, comparitively much secure environment. a better life.
thank you god. i love india.
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