Category Archives: History

The Law of Attraction

All that we see is the result of what we thought.

The things that I thought were the things I desired, and the things that I saw were created by my own wants, needs, and desires.

To see beyond my own expectations is to begin to realise that not everyone thinks as I do ~ not even my enemy or my closest friend.

After the past few days I realise that attraction does not work like a bludgeon that ensures that what you want you will get.  Rather, attraction works through feelings, focus, imagination, patience, and magic.

But then, I’m only an Englishman, so what do I know?

Sometimes, just sometimes, the magic happens.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a man cannot find the friendship of a Goddess by chasing her

one has to await the magic

 

 

Dunkirk ~ Escape to Victory

On the 26th of May 1940 Operation Dynamo commenced ~ the Miracle of Dunkirk

History provides many examples of the British Army being asked to operate under appalling handicaps by the politicians responsible for British policy…..  Major General Mason-MacFarlane 15 May 1940

In six weeks from May 10th 1940 the Germans invaded western Europe, defeated the then allied, armies and conquered Belgium, France, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands.  This was the Battle of France.

Because of the supine performance of the Belgians, and subsequent pathetic surrender of most of the French, the British Expeditionary Force, (BEF), found itself beleaguered and cut off from its supply routes, then pushed back into a pocket around the French port of Dunkirk.

The campaign in France and Flanders was lost in Whitehall and in Paris before it ever began….. ~  Montgomery

In stark contrast to the craven Belgian and French generals, who were prone to bursting into tears at times of crisis, the British behaved with courage, fortitude, and stoicism during that most difficult of military operations, a fighting withdrawal while still in contact with a superior enemy.

One cannot belittle the steadfastness of the soldiers of the BEF, their discipline and morale under the most testing circumstances ~ of retreat, uncertainty, and the ever present scourge of the Luftwaffe.  ~  Julian Thompson

The BEF fought on as a fantastic plan was hatched to evacuate as much of the army as possible back to England.  This evacuation from Dunkirk was given the code name Operation Dynamo.

With the support of the RAF, (Royal Air Force); the Royal Navy, the Merchant Navy, and the immortal Little Ships, the bulk of the men and women of the BEF were lifted from the shores of defeated France and brought safely home to England.

All in all, 338,226 British and Allied troops were landed in England from Dunkirk between 27th May and 4 June 1940.  239,555 were lifted from Dunkirk harbour, and 98,671 were plucked directly from the beaches.

Almost all of their equipment was lost, but the men and women of the BEF were rescued, and that allowed Great Britain to fight on, alone against the Nazi scourge.

On June 4th 1940, after it was all over, Sir Winston Churchill said, (as part of a much longer speech given to Parliament):

We shall go on to the end…..  we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and the streets, we shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender…..  Churchill

The Army would not return to France in force for another 4 years and 2 days.  Without the Miracle of Dunkirk, Britain would have been defeated by the Nazis,  and then D-Day ~ Operation Overlord could not have happened on June 6th 1944, and all of Continental Europe would have spent decades under the sadistic boot of Hitler, and then, after Herr Hitler’s inevitable demise, Europe would have suffered that even worse monstrous dictator, Stalin.

This only proves that English determination, steadfastness, stoicism, and sheer bloody-mindedness are better than Gallic passion ~ on a any day of the week.

An Englishman, a Briton, will never surrender to tyranny from Europe.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Coronia, previously HMS Watchful, one of the Little Ships at Dunkirk, currently undergoing restoration in the marina at my home town

Answered Prayers

My muse as always, is Aphrodite. ~ Shakespeare in Love

my goddess of love, sorceress, divine spirit,

you were there when I needed you most,

when I was lonely, miserable and lost,

drifting aimlessly from pillar to post,

you visited in dreams as a ghost,

and as a goddess lifted me up,

for that I shall you worship,

forever, no matter what,

you live in my heart.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Aphrodite, Goddess of Grace and lascivious love of Ares ~ eternally unrequited

Scenes on Sunday ~ York

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;

These days ancient English City of York is full of bicycles, churches, tourists, and pubs ~ mostly pubs.  And mostly not a  lot of Shakespeare.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

 

unless you are a very attractive American woman, don’t ask to taste a load of different beers before you buy a pint.

The Dark Night of the Soul

Only out of suffering emerges the strongest souls.

inner torment

jealousy and doubt

the demon soul eaters

visit in the blackest night

darkness lonely frightfulness

another run around nightmares

of lying half-truths dishonest deceit

she was a dark witch circling the firelight

she made it so very easy, and my soul was lost

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

not all women are witches

but all witches are enchanted women

never accept a kiss from a witch at midnight

Scenes on Sunday ~ Twilight

Live in the moment, live in the breath, live in the sunset.

There is something powerfully moving about the sky at twilight.  For me, it’s a time to pray to my personal Goddess.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

They Cut Down All The Trees

Life without trees is life without Love.

The street where I live is under serious redevelopment, which involves making a tremendous amount of mess.  It also means that the contractors have cut down all the mature trees which used to line both sides of the street, and surround the old church, (which is now actually an art gallery).

Perhaps the redevelopment is a good idea, and the place will look much better when it’s all finished, but cutting down all the trees is just urban vandalism.

Where I live now looks as though urban riots / a small war has just been through there.

And, the old church / art gallery now looks utterly bereft.  All such a shame.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

As you can tell,

it’s still raining cats and dogs here.

Rhythms of Insanity

Don’t be ashamed of your story ~ it will inspire others.

When nothing is ventured, nothing is gained, so what’s the sense of running away from your own life.  The good things just don’t fall out of the sky, they have to be worked for.  But we have to do the right things, at the right time, in the right place, with the right people.  Trying to force the best that Life has to offer doesn’t ever work ~ we have to work with the rhythms of the Cosmos, and not against the flow of the tides.

The great rhythms of nature, today so dully disregarded, wounded even, have their spacious and primeval liberty…..  Journeying birds alight here and fly away again all unseen, schools of fish move beneath the waves, the surf flings its spray against the sun.  ~  Henry Beston.

Little did I realise when I was an overpaid and overworked international banker how little I saw of nature.  What I saw were offices, the inside of cars, trains and ‘planes, hotels, airports, other offices, and city streets.  I earned a hell of a lot of money, but money is a false God, and money never made me happy.  Today I can be happy to walk by the sea, to look at the sky, to enjoy the vast curve of a distant horizon, to listen to the murmur of the surf and the mournful cries of the gulls.  Cars, trains, and ‘planes still have their place in my life, but now it’s only a minor element of who I am ~ cities are no longer the be-all and end-all.

Perhaps it is the night of despair where you are, and I am certain that you are not sleeping soundly.  If you are dreaming at all, I hope you are having sweet and pleasant dreams, but I’m certain that you are not.  I am certain your dreams are weird and disturbing, turning into nightmares.  Try and leave those night-terrors behind you for a while.  There are enough nightmares in the real world without us having to suffer them during our sleep.

The world turns, it may be day-time here, night-time where you are, and somewhere the dawn is breaking and the birds are awakening.  The Cosmos is like a giant time-piece, it has a rhythm of its own ~ the Cosmos keeps its own time.  Be aware, just like the rhythms of a friendship and love between two people change and develop, so the Cosmos is a continual state of change.  We need to enjoy the moonlight while we wait for the sunrise.

We are a part of the Cosmos, we are where our physical bodies are, but our spirits are everywhere.  We exist in this time, but we also exist in a myriad of pasts and possible futures.  I want, need, and desire that the future that awaits me is chosen from the best of all possible alternative realities.  I can close my eyes and imagine ideal pasts, presents, and futures, and in all of them I hope I can spend some cool times with people I care for, cherish, and love.

We are made of starstuff.  We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.  ~  Carl Sagan

What have we dreamed and who have we lost?  In my ideal times we are entirely friendly, trusting, honest, open, caring and loving.  You know what?  I don’t think that it’s too much for me to pray to the Goddess to help me to attain my own earthly versions of nirvana.  It may seem strange to you but I pray to the mother goddess, and in her form incarnate; Aphrodite.  I dream of he Goddess Aphrodite, still looking for the place where we belong together.

I am excited about where I can go in time and space, in friendship, love, and sensual pleasure.  The cool things I could possibly do, and the cool places I could visit.  It’s about being able to fly, about having the courage to live life to the fullest, to enjoy every moment of every day.  Someday soon I will build a tiny trailer, and someday after that I will build something much more ambitious, like a school-bus RV, or a tiny home in someplace beautiful, with a wonderful view of the dawn and sunset.

Shit happens all the time, but one has to remember that; as there is no growth without suffering, there can be no pleasure without pain.  There is a reason we were brought to this life, all we have to do is trust and take one small step in time.  Such are my beliefs.

It’s not all sweet and elegant lies.  Shit happens, but Magic happens too.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Recovery is possible ~ but first one has to admit that there is a problem.

Dreams of Disaster

Life is difficult and painful ~ magic happens.

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promises in a witch’s kiss

moonlight solitary darkness

walking alone in madness

feeling the bitter loneliness

knowing that she is heartless

and a loveless disaster beckons

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Dreams and Darkness

 

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the moon still shines in the deep darkness

the night is filled with malevolent stillness

my dreams are fueled with harsh blackness

a soul shattered, scattered with wickedness

evil goddess incarnate uncaring in hardness

yet I know in my dreams my soul is helpless

enraptured by her exotic sexual weirdness

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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