Motherwell Distric Court

[Sting]

Welcome To The Awakening.

About two weeks ago the answer to my next court appearance was a troublesome one. One not to be answerd by myself, unless it drives me into the culture of language: infantile, trivial and stupid. The best way to deal with this trick of the mind is to let it go. Firstly by recognizing that it is only a thought and at this time and space it hinders your development. Secondly let the thought go, to travel into the cosmic giggle and await its return. Sometimes it comes back to me answered through thought, sometimes it comes back through someonelse's words to which I have to listen very carefully to what people say to me, even a complete stranger. Patience is the secret here, as it does not come in minutes, hours, days or time; which is linear consciousness. But in Indian time, which has no time attached to it, it comes at the right time, the time when it was to be told.
Two days was all it took. The Pipe. The answer will come throught the pipe. That was the answer when I listend. Now, there is only one person I know who has a pipe, an American Indian Peace Pipe, and by chance I bumped into him two days later, by chance! His words of wisdom were not to defend myself, as he had also tried the same journey as myself and failed halfway through his trial by holding up his hands and admitting guilt because he was confused by the private languge used in the court system. Get a lawyer was his parting words. Who was I to disagree.
Made an appointment with a local solitcitor who specialises in criminal law? Spoke to him regarding my case. We agreed he would right to my previous solicitor and ask for my file, and then get back to me with his criminal advice. Two days before my trial I recieve a letter from my criminal laywer: ... "it does seem to us that it is not a matter where we could assist you in taking this matter to trial". A true criminal laywer indeed.

"OPTIPEMSIWAK" those who own themselves.

As I write this next part two days after the event. I shall speak with understanding and the truth of events.
Each morning on the day of court, I now follow a similiar routine. Alarm goes off a hour and a half before I leave the house. Kettle on for a strong cup of coffee with a tea spoon of honey, as I burn the sacred herb the sage to help purify my body, my thoughts and all those around my day. Then I spend around five minutes experiencing the feeling of FEAR. A wonderful trick of the mind that deserves a place in my heart. Not in the mind. So, to let go of this word fear I look very closely at it and see it for what it really is...a trick of the mind, for what it really is is cultural language. Because when you break it down, deconstruct what you actully see is four letters F. E. A. R.:
False
Expectations
Appearing
Real
A wonderful illusion to keep the children at play. As I laugh at this magical moment all the feelings of fear turn into Love, love from the heart and the mind. Time to go to court. I'm sixth to get called. Now all I was asking for was for the two guilty charges to be dropped. Time to prepare myself for court. And a new date set for trial with a plea of not guilty to all charges to give me a fair and just trial. I really could not explain it in a more simple way. So I did'nt. And do you know what? everyone in court got it too!. We agreed on my terms, everybody was able to relaxed as I said my piece. There was a moment during this time when I had a feeling as I was speaking, that to take just a little bit of control from the court players... they seem to relax, as if to say ' eventually we can stop this needy childish behaviour of being in complete control; a stressful position ever to be in. Even a simile from the female cleck, as I made my way from the courtroom,assured me it was a good day to be alive.

[DB69]

Excellent stuff Sting, ive recently been harrassed by the traffic policy officers and will have some court proccedings in the pipeline at Kilmarnock court of injustice.

Im still thinking of how i handle this, as i need their driving license, as i commute to Glasgow everyday and need a car for work, so losing the license would present me with a few problemos.

Enjoyed your posts mate.

[Sting]

Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself-and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
-CHIEF JOSEPH OF THE NEZ PERCE

I have to say this representation of myself; acting for myself, in the act of representing myself at trial is full of tears with laughter as I go about learning how the Justice (Just-Is) System works. Have an intermediate diet scheduled for the middle of June, with a trial date due in July. So, on my day off I to Motherwell District Court (MDC) to seek advice on how to obtain statements against me and to move my intermediate diet date forward as unexpectantly I have a holiday booked for the same day. Synchronicity or what?
First stop MDC. The procedure for non-appearance at court is to put in writing, addressed to MDC, why I cannot attend along with a copy of the details of my pre-booked holiday, this can be done by email which the kind lady at the desk kindly informed me. This will be read out in court without my presence either to proceed with trial or ask for an extension. As regards my access to any witness statements or evidence, this was only available through the Prosecutor Fiscals office based in Hamilton. I was given my case number and a contact number to request this information from the Hamilton PF. This was all done with a smile and kind words in a mutual exchange of love and truth from a very nice woman. Off I go to Hamilton PF.
Arrive at the first floor with my case number in hand, and rings the bell that says press for assistance. The friendly young man informs me that he is not authorised to personally handout this type of information, something to do about access to names and addresses of any witnesses. This I can understand. What I have to do is put in writing a request for disclosure and that I will not be requiring a lawyer. This has to be addressed to PF and sent to MDC which will be read out before my intermediate trial date and if succesful the information will be sent out to my address and if I have ample opportunity to read through the evidence before I go to my intermediate trial date I can then make my mind up whether I am ready to go to trial or the other option to which I am constantly reminded of is... TO PLEAD GUILTY !!!
So, I ask for some paper and a pen (this will save any postage) and proceed to write my written request, dated and signed in an adjoining room. After I have finished, I hand back my request and ask for it to be read for any omissions. Now here is a funny thing? as i watched the man read my letter, and really it was only about four or five lines, I also re-read my letter upside down four or five times and was wondering what was keeping him from finishing this short notice? it was as if he had fallen asleep, under a spell of some kind? then he awakened and as we said our goodbye's I was left wondering is there something more to this strange chain of events that is now approaching two years since that separation from the physical rupture as described by Mircea Eliade.

In the meantime the sun is shining as I write this post and it is too good a day to be sitting inside.

P.S The quote from above is taken from Russell Means autobiography Where White Men Fear to Tread with a wonderful inscription

This book is dedicated to the young people of every American Indian Nation. I fervently hope it will inspire them to avoid dwelling on the negative aspects of their lives and to take courage from this proof that good things happen to good people when they persevere.

[Sting]

''In the final moment if yours is the only voice to sing in the wilderness...sing then of your dream. For if only one voice still sings the sound of a dream it will continue... for your's is the voice of forever... and the angles that were there in the begining of the dream are there this very moment...''
This quote was taken from Last Cry, Native American Prophecies, Tales of The End Times by Dr. Robert Ghost Wolf.

As I write this latest post, I am in the process of drafting my letter to MDC explaing why I cannot attend my due date at court this week (going on Holi-day) as I still have not recieved my disclourse regarding the statements against myself. My thoughts on the matter suggest that a new intermediate diet date will be issued along with a new trial date. This shall be determined without my personal apperance and, any future correspondence shall now be conducted through the post (just what I wanted on this stage). However, my own experience also suggests my power of predicting any outcome to this case will be left in the hands of the Helping Spirts who have guided me through this Earth Journey. My Eternal thanks goes out to all of them.

[Sting]

DEAL OR NO DEAL

Two weeks, only two weeks ago I was basking on a beautiful beach content to drift into my own self-created value system with not a care in the world. Funny what a holiday does for you! I remember when coming home,through the airport security entrance with two BIG plain clothed police officers waiting to perform their duty should any offence be committed. And then the thought flashed into my head 'Did the magistrate recieve my request for a postponement of diet trial'! Or was I about to be arrested here and now? As I quietly walked easily through customs? It is funny being home.
Letter through the post request my attendance at MDC last week. Off I go with the same feelings of wonder to what really is unfolding here? Now one of the things I have noticed, while your name is given to a police officer before entering court. He asks you if you have a lawyer, if you say no, as i did, he puts your name to the back of the list and you have to wait until the very end. A lot to learn in ninety minutes.
Everyone seems to be laughing and joking around, never experienced this before, as the production line of monetary fines are dished out without ever hearing the voices of those on the recieving end. Lawyers do a good job! My turn now, well there is no one left apart from me (next time i/m asked if I have a lawyer, maybe I should say yes). Name, address and contract. I state that I have not yet recieved my disclosure of all statements and could I have a new intermmediate diet trial and a new trial date. A lot to learn in ninety minutes.
A twist in the tail. The magistrate moves me into September, almost two years to the day at the begining of this experience, the PF suggests that she has a few words with myself after the agreed date to maybe stop this case going to trial. Lets see what she has to say. Drop two charges if I write a letter to the PF's office explaining , with evidence, my innocence and plead guilty to one of the charges (which the first bit of legal advice I was given, which the PF knocked back after writing to them) and save everyone the needless use of the court system. Mmm...
Or do I go on? After all it has been well over two years of endless time off work, lawyers to disagree with, time consuming needlessly and add in some paronia along the way and it does not make for a very good mixture of emotions.

[dubayadot]

keep going brother , after all this time maybe at the end you will be able to help someone else , which isnt a bad thing , only a good thing ,i know what your going through , im in the same boat , but if i can lern from it all and teach my children and grandchildren what ive found out , then maybe they wont need to go through it , thats my dream .

peace C.

[the trojan]

you sound as if you know exactly what you are doing,
You also seem to have gained a confidence by your ability to see how the game is played and the language
used.

I would like you to go on and ,who knows ,your own being may grow even more than it has.

But it is up to you where you draw the line,which seems to be the power you now have.
good luck with your life,whatever you do.

[Sting]

Every Breath You Take…

... a story I'd heard about a hunter who had been given a dog that could walk on water. When he wanted a witness who would support this fantastic claim, the only person available was an elderly farmer who seemed oblivious to what the dog was doing. After the dog had performed his amazing feat several times and the farmer had said nothing, the frustrated hunter asked him if he had'nt noticed anything special about the dog. "Well," he drawled, "now that you mention it, that mutt can't swim!" Often, after this, when Fools Crow talked about how hard it was to get through to people, he would say something about "dogs walking on water," Taken from FOOLS CROW: WISDOM AND POWER by Thomas E. Mails.

I recall my frustration was well penned somewhat in my last post, and I am grateful to both encouraging responses. At times you are given a vision, a mirror reflection, which perturbs the mind, to reflect how we are only human, after all? A good lesson to learn. So what caused all the fuss and a change of heart? About three days ago I came across a wonderful article named ‘Sacred Justice Part 1’ (1). Part 2 I suppose is still in draft form? And it gave me a better awareness of how hierarchal structures of power, flowing always fron the top down, and the need to serve some form of punishment can and will invoke a sense of helplessness for a short period of time, a snapshot of history.
Before this I came across the word 'Bohemianism' (2) from Wikipedia, this can be a source for an explanation, a re-eas-on, to carry on... maybe it really is in the blood. This also helps me see a little bit more clearly to these emotions.
Was I really going mad, losing the plot, not following the script? Or was I creating my own story, a new story with a different actor and one with a different ending. Schizophrenic or Shamanic (3), surely this shall answer my quest for a clearer understanding. This clip is taken from a talk called Eros and the Escaton (4) given by the late Terence McKenna on a wonderful new perspective on what is really going on at this space and time. In the meantime all I had to do was take a deep breath, relax and do the three things I do best…1. Nothing. 2. Less than nothing. 3. And plenty of it.
I always knew I was in this predicament right to the very end with no idea of what would and could happen along the way. An adventure only for the adventurer. So on I go with a spring in my step, a happy story to be told and the strength from a loving heart.

Sting,
Loving all the people, all of the time.

1. http://www.singingtotheplants.com/2009/ ... ce-part-1/
2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemianism
3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEglHjd_gUQ
4. http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p ... 59C47A3F1D

[Sting]

As a people they had only the vaguest notions of their origin. They had no institutional records, only human memory, passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth… The people believed that in the beginning they had somehow sprung from a magical mating of the animals, for they could see the animal in themselves. They revered the wolf, not exactly as a totem but as a possible ancestor, and respected the wolf’s cousin, the coyote, and thus did not eat the coyote’s relative the dog. This was a splendid, if accidental, symbology, for the people resembled wolves. They were wild creatures with a strong sense of family responsibility and dignity and love-yet they ran in packs, cunning as a coyote, and they were feral on the blood trail. From a book written by T.R. Fehrenbach. (1975) COMANCHES, THE DESTRUCTION OF A PEOPLE

1st of September was my penultimate appearance before my newly discovered friends at Motherwell District Court (MDC). Two weeks prior to this I contacted the Fiscals office to inquire about my right to see any evidence against me, my disclosure, for my upcoming trial. As, expectantly this letter was lost somewhere in the wonderful bureaucracy system that runs parallel with the alchemists other secret ingredient; human nature (see my post May 26th 2010). The day before trial I again attend the Fiscals office only to be told politely that I would have to wait until tomorrow before I could have a copy of all the statements as they had to be signed by the PF and this could only be carried out at MDC. Talk about a waste of time!
Next day I turn up at MDC as requested. This time there are no names to be taken before we enter court, and as usual I am last to be called. This I have learnt is where all my information I require for the day comes from as I listen carefully. The case before me shows the magistrate is in a good mood as he admonishes a trivial matter in the defense of the accused. My name is called forth. I explain clearly of the trouble I have encountered trying to obtain my right to see any of the statements against me, the time I have to take off from work to deal with this matter and the stress on my person. The magistrate then lets rip a volley of incompetence towards the PF’s direction with the same fury and strength of character I would have been proud of myself. A well-spoken man. The PF is now all apologetic for the time it has taken for these statements, a timorous man when put under stress from a higher power. The magistrate, and this is when it really throws me, then suggests that if the evidence could not be produced at this time them maybe we should let the accused leave free from this court and waste no more of his time! For this split second (a ‘baw hair’ is the colloquial phrase in this part of the country) I thought all would come to its natural justice where it would leave everyone alone and let us all get on with our life’s. However, the last chapter has still to be experienced in this story. The PF finds the statements and I sign on the dotted line. We then agree to go to trial later in this month. A final not to be missed, and I got the best seat in the house.
Now let me say a few things. As I re-read all the posts I have written, it seems at times as if I was losing my mind. This I now accept what was happening. What was happening was I was losing social consciousness, the Western Mind, linear thinking; history, hierarchy of power, patriarchal culture to be replaced by the true spirit keepers of Grandmother Earth, Tunkashila: The First People Of America; Native American Indians. Secondly, having read through the statements I have a been given a vision of what will be the final outcome. I say this with the same authority as the vision I was given a year before the accident happened, one that stopped me from driving for a year because of the outcome of my vision?
So, this time next week it will all be done and dusted. Life goes on with the same unpredictability as the next day. Today the sun shines through on a warm winters day in September, a good day to be alive. I shall post what will be my final comments next Sunday, however, Sting will remain a secret… not unlike the Stig?

Sting

[Sting]

You./We are the seekers, the ones who are never satisfied with the seemingly prevailing condition. Always seeking more, and tearing at the fabric of religious teachings, questing endlessly for the truth.
“What Truth they scream at you?”
You will never conform, for those of you with the mark are the masters of old, you are the initiates of the dream, this grand experiment we call life, the human drama.
“You and I, represent the one that is the all for We are in this thing together. Each of us playing our roles ipn different planes of expressed reality. A reality that is far more than you presently can comprehend.
“Now We must learn to become a different kind of warrior. It is time to lay our swords down, and face the greatest foe we could ever meet; the altered ego, that which we call the image. We must learn to conquer ourselves.
As we travel along the winding pathways of the Human drama, we enter labyrinth after labyrinth, feeling our way through the illusions of social consciousness… which is the way we have been told how things are, but more than often, we find they are not as they appear.
The wheel of destiny continues to turn; we often get tangled from time to time in our own webs…and it seems at those times we can actually hear the sisters of fate laugh… while the ego slowly burns. Somehow we get up again and continue the struggle to return our souls to gentleness… learning to become the wind… to dance once again to the beat of our own hearts…
“Follow no one, for in the moment you follow anyone, you have surrendered your own life unto that entity. You are a Great warrior who needs to remember fully who you are…”
“Know that you are greatly loved, for you are the light and you are the Lords of your Being.
… “For now as I leave you the teaching remains as a teaching without words, a distant memory and knowing. Moreover, those who were touched are forever free and voyagers of a new dream. Experience is the greatest of teachers.
You/We are connected to the same foreverness, and born of the Ideal of the Same Source. WE are one…Like the stars within the milky way separate and unique, yet making up the whole
“Go from here, and be a light unto this world. Wherever you walk give life to all you touch…You and your kind will be known as Mystics upon the land…Remember when they come to you seeking knowledge, they will be as you were when we first met again, broken lights just as you were when you came to me. Judge not. Follow the path of Joy for you are the lawgivers…
And to all of you out there, those with who together we shared the magical moments in our lives together. Whether in the Lodge, or in the dances… I have not left… I have removed the veils that blinded me, and become more of what I always was…

OTIPEMSIWAK: Those Who Ohemselves

Taken from Changing The Tides of Fear: by Dr. Robert Ghost Wolf

THE STING
The days leading up to my last appearance, ever, at MDC, I tried in vain to access four different libraries to find any books on Law for a last minute surge of knowledge as the deadline approaches for my trial (Procrastination; I learn well at Uni?). On the morning of my trial nothing feels right, my suit from last year no longer fits, especially around the waist! The new one feels oversized, with the shirt and collar choking me, a noose around my neck.
Arrive at MDC along with a friend for moral support, and my name is then given to the court’s police officer, we then take our seats as the magistrate arrives late. Second to be called as I confirm my name and that I am ready to go to trial. The magistrate informs me that there is still some business to be conducted and I can either stay in court or within the courts building. We decide to go for a cup tea. The day’s newspapers are all front page of George Michael’s impending prison sentence, the signs are not good! We then re-enter and are first called for trial, the only case to be heard before lunch, as the moment of truth is now to be experienced.
A COMEDY OF ERRORS
Before I left the house I re-read the 365Faslane web link on going for trial where a case in England and Wales called McKenzie v McKenzie was used for the defendant to be excused from sitting in the dock and take up residence across from the PF, although not statuary in Scotland it was my first request to the magistrate. He looks at me somewhat disturbed by this request and then points his face in the direction of the PF for some advice. A shake of the head confirms my presence in the dock, however, he does allow for my friend to take up a seat next to me to assist in any questions to be sent forth. We sit on opposite sides of the dock separated with the help of the court. Now, giving my version of what happened next would only be one of three versions; my version, their version and then the other version. Lets just say that what happened was going to happen. The outcome had already been decided even before I turned up with the audacity to defend myself in a court of law: four charges, I got two dropped by turning up and doing my best to se it through to the end in person, and two charges of being found guilty. A fine with penalty points as a kindly reminder to my altered-ego!
LESSON TO BE LEARNED
As I sit here on a fine sunny Sunday September afternoon, my final thoughts on this matter are as follows:
· As soon I identified myself, over eighteen months ago, to the Police. The outcome was already set.
· Not having car insurance was a good idea; getting caught was not.
· Defending yourself in court takes up far too much time and effort.
· To cross-examine witnesses from the dock is not for the faint hearted.
THEFT OF VOICE
About a year before the car accident I had this dream that I was about to experience death in a road accident, and at the moment of death a bright flash appeared before me, like the flash from an atomic bomb. And just before the moment of death I woke up, startled by what I had just dreamt. This had such a profound affect on me I stopped diving for a living, even stopped owing a car; hence why I had no Insurance and I had borrowed someone else’s car that day. A year later, BANG the same flash of light. This time when I woke up I was again involved in a motor accident. To me this was no accident. I tried to settle up privately without any success and once the police were involved there was no other outcome. Why did I follow this path? I FOLLOWED MY DREAM. I followed my first dream right to the very end, stupidly at times as I look back, but with such a force I was always pushing the boundaries of limited reality, the web of social consciousness, far into the dream world? Points and a fine was not all I got. I still dared to dream, I owned myself, I became OTIPEMSIWAK.

Sting