A poem

The ney is a 4000 year old Middle Eastern musical instrument; the oldest extant.

With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem, Kubla Khan:
http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Kubla_Khan.html

Palestine

In Palestine did perfidious Zion
Descry two tribes of Abraham
Where Aleph the scarlet letter ran
Through convolutions unwitnessed by man
Down to a sunless land
So, thrice thousand miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were encircled around
And there were gravestones filed in sinuous rills
Where once blossomed children in the country
Of olive trees ancient as the hills
Now enfolding dark leafless tracery

But oh! that deep chasm filled with cant
Down the barren hill with nary a flower
A savage place! as hatred was flaunted
As e’er thing under the sun was haunted
By demon helicopter which o’er field did hover!
And from this chasm, with endless murder seething
As if this torn earth were bleeding
A bomb fell amongst picnickers to burst
From whom it came are thrice accursed
Bullets fly from the encircling jail
A boy and his father torn apart by merciless hail
And ‘mid these sacred fields of forever
Flung up once again the bloody river
Five times five thousand miles meandered the clan
Then reached purgatory measured by Man
Dead floating souls in caverns endless
Overwhelm’d by hordes of infinite fiendishness
And from afar Abraham’s people heard
God’s message: Phoenix bird

The search for the eternal treasure
Stuck athwart a schoolgirl’s grave
And sighs of mingled pleasure
Emerged from sacred Bethlehem’s nave
It was a miracle that from the furnace’s fire
Could emerge such voices of freedom’s desire!

Young woman with a Ney
A vision without flaw
‘Twas a Palestinian fey
And on her fairie instrument she played
Singing of peace long delayed
Could I wish within me

With such magic she
To such heights delivered me

That with magic and song
I would deliver up the throng
To sunny throne! From caves of fire!
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
Those burning eyes, her waving hair!
Close your eyes to the dead
For on the elixir of God had he fed
And drunk the promise of Paradise.

Naseer Ahmad 2008

Morgentaler and me

In the summer of 1974 I made another of my leaps of faith: I would write "Man From Atlan" , the story of my past lives that had begun with 'Search for the Soul's Mate' http://manfromatlan.blogspot.com/2007/12/search-for-souls-mate-i-didnt-use-to.html
First, we had to find a new place, so I did, a flat on the 3rd floor of 85 Harbord Street, Toronto. The landlord, an Irish Canadian, was tickled I was writing a book there, and even threw in a chest of drawers for a bottle of Jim Beam.
So I threw myself into writing; getting up early to go jogging, then, fuelled by peanut butter and rolls from the local bakery, would write for 10-12 hours straight. The writing process is straightforward for me. Get in the space, write. Once you start, don't stop till you've finished. That took 3 months. The same happened when we moved to London, and, filled with the memories and spiritual experiences that flowed through, wrote my second book The Way of Atlan.
But for now, I'm writing about Dr. Henry Morgentaler, who's just received the Order of Canada, our highest civil honour. Dr. Morgentaler single-handedly assailed the legal system which made abortions in Canada illegal. Even though he was imprisoned in Quebec and then tried again in Ontario for performing abortions, in 1988 the Supreme Court ruled in his favour that abortions could not be denied by Canada's Health Care system. And this happened in the house where I wrote my book.
Around about the time I finished writing Man From Atlan in 1974, 85 Harbord St. was taken over by the mortgage holder, a lawyer called Morris Manning, who courteously allowed us to stay until we moved to England in 1975. He then leased the 2nd and 3rd floors to his client Dr. Morgentaler, who set up his first abortion clinic in Toronto. The previous owner, angry at this turn of events, then leased his next door property, 87 Harbord St. to a Christian Evangelist, Ken Campbell, who proceeded to harangue women coming to Morgentaler's clinic next door, which made it interesting because both properties shared the same entrance, and demonstrations and counter demonstrations roiled outside those doors for quite a while.
I believe that women have the right to have an abortion. I also know it is the killing of an unborn child, and that there is a karmic price to pay. Over and over in my healing I have seen the karmic consequences and pain carried by women and men by the decision to have a child or not, to be responsible for the love and welfare of a child or not. This is not to blame anyone, neither the woman nor the doctor who carries out the abortion. But in my long spiritual and healing practice I have seen many things concerning Birth and Abortion and have a duty to share what I learned with everyone who wants to know.
I have 5 children and from the time they were conceived, knowing their spirits, it never was an option for us to abort, even though we had to go through a lot of karma with that choice. I respect that many women make that choice out of necessity and it is never an easy one. But the fact is that they were not informed that it put at risk their chances of having subsequent children or might have problem pregnancies or children with a higher degree of cerebral palsy or other illnesses. That the hormonal disruption would increase the chances of cancer (Statisticians on both sides argue this point, but my own observations support this) And spiritually, subsequent children often turned out to have incredible karma with the mother. The karma was almost non-existent when there was a miscarriage, but extremely heavy when it was an abortion.
The Way of Atlan teaches the sacredness of birth, the life lived from the time of conception, and the karmic responsibility that entails. It also accepts that there might be a time when abortion is necessary, and that while there should not be any impediment to it, it could not be just a clinical procedure without any sense of the pain that was being caused, or felt. That I could place my hand on a woman's root chakra and ask if she had been pregnant before, or had an abortion, was a reflection of the energy loss I felt there. So, I could heal that pain, and release the woman and the spirit of the unborn child.
I could also not judge Henry Morgentaler. In an interview at http://www.theglobeandmail.com/series/morgentaler/ he revealed that his mother, who died at Auschwitz, was distant from him and he never felt that she had loved him at all or as she loved her other children. And I could only feel compassion, knowing that this is exactly the way that children of abortion feel when their spirits are torn from their bodies, and how much pain is being carried forward into the future.
I could also feel the irony; the home which was such an important part of my spiritual journey, was now an abortion clinic. The raccoon with whom I would share my peanut butter and rolls on the balcony, was probably being fed fetuses by Dr. Morgentaler, who after all said they were just 'clumps of tissue' (My savage sense of humour, sorry)
In 1984, The Toronto Women's book store was burned down. It was believed that the target was the clinic above it.
In 1992, the building was destroyed by an arsonist.
That was the year our daughter Arune was conceived, and I decided to move on to the next stage, our Spiritual Journey to the United States http://manfromatlan.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiritual-journey-to-u.html
We choose the direction of our lives, and the journey. And now, our journey moves on again.

A Canada Place to Be.

This is a love letter to Canada, and also, a note for the future.

I was finishing my studies in Pakistan. I'd not made it to flight school in the Air Force, and now University was almost over. I knew it was time to leave. Sitting on a mountain top in the foothills of the Himalayas, I meditated, and ask to know what my next step would be. Within a month, my father decided we would all move to Canada.

First he checked out the U.S. He could have been posted to the Washington Embassy earlier in 1958 but the Ambassador, a friend, just died. We applied to immigrate there, which would have required I be drafted for the Vietnam War. I didn't care one way or the other (still believed that all communists were bad) but then he called his friend in Toronto and decided to move here.

The prophecy said Maitreya would come down from the Himalayas, board a plane in Pakistan, and fly to London. I did, but went on to Toronto, because my karma was there.

First job: Street cleaner. Let go the first day, even though in typical immigrant manner, I'd knocked myself out doing a great job. Noticed the only other person let go was a black man (None of the 'pink folk' were let go :) but after that, I got great jobs, and never had to face that problem again.

That is the beauty of Canada.. It has welcomed people from a hundred different countries and become stronger as a result. People of different faiths get along. Gay people can get married if they want. Louise Arbour, the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights, is a national treasure. Kids for Khadr, an Ontario school group, protests the inhumane treatment given to Canadian child soldier Omar Khadr in Guantanamo Prison, while the government hides behind rhetoric.

You go to a place, and you know you've been there before.. and here I rediscovered my native, shamanistic past. Here I started meditation classes that combined Spirit and Earth energy, for Canada is strong in earth energy. Wherever the native people gather, it is strong in energy, even though the earth itself has sadly, been weakened over the years and Canada's treatment of its native peoples is a karmic shame.

Canadians see themselves as a force for good in the world. Even with the present government, there is a fundamental decency. We care and invest in social causes. Every one has health care. Education is pretty good. Yes, Canada is fighting an unjust war in Afghanistan. Yes it's got a corporate fascist government and political parties (but not as bad as the U.S. we say-they on the other hand call us 'socialists' as though that's a Bad Thing)

Why, then, do I love this country? Because it's a place of refuge. There will come a time when the world will need it, and that is why I cherish it. Its vastness. Arrive in Northern Quebec, and you see the Aurora Borealis shimmering in magical light.

Great things will happen here.

Rule, Britannia

You go to a place,

and know every part of it.

You meet someone,

whom you have loved many times.

You say to yourself,

I have done this

in many many lifetimes,

and will do so again..

(I think Shelley said that)

We moved to England right after I was born. My father was in the Foreign Service so I grew up in London, my favourite city in the world. But it was that blessed isle that felt like home to me. Islands have a sacred energy which is like no other. I have lived in two of them, Britain and Japan, and hope to one day visit Hawaii, New Zealand, and Ireland.

But it was first the spirits who thronged around when I was there, the spirit of Atlantis so strong as carried forth from Lyonesse, the Old Atlanian flame, the time of King Arthur and the time of Jesus who visited it so many times. The people are magical, yet so many don't know this, and there are so many that do, but don't know how to integrate all that within themselves.

If there was a place I would live in besides Canada, it would be the British Isles, so strong is my connection there. It is a promise made in so many lives, that I would return when needed.

It is a love of place, and of a people, that makes me feel that way, and also, of the possible future out of many possible futures that I speak of.

Walk around Stonehenge, Avebury, the White Horse of Wiltshire, Wordsworth's daffodil field, a place called Bluebell Woods, Loch Ness and the Isle of Iona where the ancient Scottish Kings were buried, and you feel the stones and the sky and the spirits speak to you.

A bus driver in Devon says "welcome, brother" and you know what he means. There is a 15 year old young man discovering his power in the Yorkshire Downs who has as much raw Psychic Energy as my own children, and that's saying a lot.

Two million people march against war in 2003 and you know that there is a British spirit that will never change, and magic will always exist, there.

But: There is much done in its name and there is an imbalance that requires healing.

So I go to Britain, many times. There is a ceremony called the sacred marriage which combines Earth and Sky energy to heal the planet.

The first ceremony held in 1999, on a hilltop in Dartmoor, brings two swarms of bees and wasps who crawl all over our hands. No one is bitten, but I see that as the need for healing. Next year there are floods in the South of England, yet none of them reaches Heather's door.

I visit again in 2000, 2004, 2005 and twice in 2007, and every time I arrive, the weather changes. I offer healing, but also say, your future lies in the choices you make. I warn friends of specific outcomes which come about; I help a woman hold on to a pregnancy she was afraid would not last, I meet an assassin who shows me how much Britain also does in the field of dark magic.

I feel that 2007 will bring much change, so bring my family over for the summer. The week before we arrive, there is a bombing at our airport. The rains that have poured for 3 continuous months stop. We have a glorious two weeks in Scotland and the Lake District, that is, wherever we go the sun comes out while it rains in the rest of the country. Heading south into the greatest floods in a century, we pass through a landscape of flooded fields and towns. Arriving in Devon, the sun comes out again, and we have another two wonderful weeks in Devon and Cornwall.

Chloe and I renew our vows and we have another sacred marriage ceremony. The sun is hot, drying out the floods, but a woman at our wedding dies shortly afterwards because of a cancer she picked up in India. A reminder; we cannot help everyone.

I go back in October to set up another healing center, as I did in Iran. And then, I am done.

What will happen now? I have been there so many times, my spiritual awakening has so much connection here, but, time to move on. Now the people can follow the Way of Atlan, or accept whatever comes. Their gifts are great, but so too are their responsibilities.

Do not live ordinary lives.

A Bird Came For Healing

In 2004 an American Bittern flew into my backyard during a rain storm and sat there all day in the pouring rain. It was obviously sick so I went out and did a healing on it, and it flew away. The American Bittern's natural habitat (in the spring, when this happened) is almost a thousand miles away. My wife Chloe's aunt passed away that night. A little while before that Chloe was out in the garden and saw a huge Merlin Falcon circling overhead. She and our neighbour both stared at it for a while. The neighbour's wife came out briefly to look then went back inside. She passed away from a sudden heart attack that night.

Two Canada Geese landed at my in-laws home and stayed for hours in their garden. The geese were followed by a hawk. It had striking red feathers on its front and sides, and leather tresses that indicated it had belonged to a falconer, but somehow it was either lost, or roaming at will. It came by every day and sat in a tree in her garden, and she sang to it. She identified it from National Geographics Book of Birds of North America as a Harris Hawk, which is found only in the South Western U.S. and South America. A long way from home. When it was caught they saw the owner's phone number. He was surprised to hear from her, for the Hawk had flown away 2 1/2 years ago from San Diego, California. 3000 miles away. He came up in a plane to take it home.

Margit, my mother in law, was about to throw out a tropical plant her other daughter had given to her 12 years ago. It had stubbornly refused to bloom, and she wanted to clean up. Within two hours of the birds showing up, there were buds all over, and now is in bloom. She recognises that was a miracle meant for her.Two songbirds showed up in our garden and sing all day long now. Our daughter Gebbriel started to sing to them, and her sounds are just like the birds', so they sing back to her.

We must look at the first message. Why are birds coming to us for healing? I believe, because of the imbalance of Earth's energy which has been so distorted by Man that Man himself is distorted. A reminder, then, to follow our own healing, which must go alongside with healing the Earth.

Then: We all have a passion for learning, and the freedom to follow our path. Those of you who've read my previous e-mails about birds know I see them as messengers from God, from spirit. Sometimes they signify a death (going into spirit) but really it's a letting go of your ego, which can be a death of the old you also. (Angels can appear for that reason too) The message is, follow your path, and do not let anger, fears or emotions hold you back. The message is about freedom, but know this: It is not others we need to be free of, but from ourselves that we need to free, and let go of all the things that hold us back. I wish you much love.

Angels, Spirits, Demons and Djinns

Do you think humans invent anything? The angels talk to them all the time~ my daughter Gebbriel, age 8.

Muslim mystics believe that one can summon demons and djinns by reciting a certain passage of the Quran one hundred thousand times; and that Angels are spiritual beings of light who exist only to serve God, while demons and djinns are supernatural beings with freedom of choice. Satan was a djinn who therefore was able to rebel against God and was cast out of Heaven to Earth for that reason. He leads legions of demons and has dominion over Earth and Hell.

Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelley wrote down a system for communicating with Angels and Spirits called Enochian Magic. They claimed that it had been dictated to them by Angels; latter-day writers on either side of the rational-spiritual divide argue whether they were con men or Elizabethan spies, or they truly had the occultic gifts long sought by European philosophers.

Religion teaches that Angels speak to and guide humanity, and New Agers believe we have Spirit guides and Angels even intervene in human affairs.

That's a good question. Do human beings ever have an original thought, or are we just mouthpieces for celestial forces? I ask this because of my own experience, and asking the questions of our freedom of choice, the nature of God; whether Angels, Spirits, Demons and Djinns do exist. Do they control us, or are they figments we create to satisfy a deep psycho-spiritual need, and if they do exist, are they like us, (hopefully) independent self-realised beings, with ultimate freedom of choice and responsibility?

Children can, I feel, tell us more because they are more closely connected to the world of spirit. I also saw that we are surrounded by these beings, but each has their own purpose, and how we communicate with them is bound by certain rules, not to be taken lightly.

As we come to the beginning of a New World, the question of whether Angels and other beings are talking to us becomes more and more crucial. And how, how, do we get to communicate with them?

In short, I believe that they do exist, and that they all have certain roles, functions and rules that they are bound by, just as we are. They exist in the multiple dimensions; they (as my daughter reminds us) speak to and guide us all the time, and do they ever have attitude!

Angels are beings of light created by God. They exist to carry out God's will, but in that context, still have freedom of action and choice. (Of course, if they disobeyed, they'd be cast off, but what's freedom of choice without consequences?) They cannot be summoned by anyone except God, and fight from within the spiritual plane. But when they do come to Earth, they do so for a reason, and it is up to people to choose what they will do with the blessing given to them. Some women that I knew; one, a nurse who died in a horrific car accident. She saw her spirit rise above her body, then a being of light walked into the room, and she returned. Another, hit by a car, felt an angel's enveloping wings around her. Two who felt that presence while waiting in a rehab clinic. Whether they learned from it was up to them.

Angels have an infinite curiousity about the human species. They like to joke about us too, with all the pretensions and belief systems we create in order to understand our existence. They, as creatures of spirit without the karma of humans, laugh about those who claim to command them. Angels aren't gentle beings. They have attitude, and say their purpose is to 'kick human ass'.

Spirits of those who have departed try not to hang around too much, but sometimes are held back by their own emotions or that of the people they left behind. But they long for the peace of letting go, and moving into the white light when they dissolve into oneness with God.

They comfort us and provide guidance. We are surrounded by the spirits of those who are waiting to be born, those who have passed away, and even, the spirits of the living. I was visited by the spirits of those I had loved and yet to love, and they guided me to study palmistry, and write, and that I would need to leave Pakistan. They can't tell us the future, for that would take away our freedom of choice, and they long for the physical touch of being held by loved ones.

Demons are aspects of ourselves from the recesses of our soul. None of us are free from them, but as free beings learning about the full extent of our freedom of choice, we need to separate ourselves from what we think God wants of us. Yes there are consequences to our actions, and there is karma, the lessons to be learned, the actions (choices) we must make. Demons tempt us, with ego, and lust, and wanting. That may separate us from that oneness we crave, but we have to learn, and seek knowledge. And the journey, when completed, is that more fulfilling than blindly following a set of man-made rules handed down to us by mystics writing for a particular time, place, and people.

Demons can possess us, then, with greed for power. They can tempt us through ego and illusion. They can mislead us with philosophies to justify our every action. They can come through past lives. And yet, they still are creatures of God just as much as Angels, and fulfill their purpose. But make no mistake, the world's leaders, political, religious and financial, are demon-possessed, and nothing more than a good exorcism will cure them. Death and destruction follow them, but they are no better, and no worse, than what we are and the power we give them.

Djinns are of course not just a remnant of my own background though I'd call them 'energies' or entities here in the West. But for this article Id like to say Djinns. They are created by emotions and desires and unreleased pain, even, occultic practices. A house, a place, a people, may be possessed by these disparate energies just as much as a person might be. We can clear them from us through water, fire, spirit, earth and air, for they are beings of the aforementioned elements.

So there are so many of them. We could try to harness and then instead, be harnessed by them. Best to release these energies and send them back to God, instead of creating new entities with every inaction, act of cruelty, and feelings of desire unfulfilled.

Do Angels, Spirits, Demons and Djinns speak to us? Yes, and we must decide when to and when not to listen to them. And ask, that our choices always be wise ones. Above all, do not be afraid. You are all beings of God.

The Toronto 18 and "The War on Terror"

In May of 2006, 18 (mostly young) Muslim men were arrested in Toronto on charges of plotting to storm Parliament, behead the Prime Minister(!) and purchase 3 tonnes of fertiliser to be used in Ammonium Nitrate bombs to destroy govt. buildings around Ontario.

The timing of these arrests was highly suspect. Parliament was debating Canada's involvement in the war in Afghanistan. The intelligence services were under fire for their collusion in handing over an innocent Syrian-Canadian engineer Maher Arar, for torture in a Syrian jail because of alleged "terrorism". The Supreme Court was about to rule on the constitutionality of the secret 'evidence' used to deport Muslim refugees to countries where they too, might be expected to be tortured. The RCMP, soon to be investigated for fraud, had just manipulated an election by revealing they were investigating a minister of the reigning Liberal govt. (No charges were filed) A government that wanted to keep troops in Afghanistan now had reason to celebrate: "We're fighting them there so we don't have to fight them here" (but we still have home-grown 'terrorists')

I knew that the case was full of holes; this view confirmed by the unravelling of the case as charges against 7 (including the alleged 'ringleader') have now been withdrawn, and govt. lawyers trying to defend the indefensible of subjecting innocent (and I say this without doubt) people to secret trials, indefinite detention, solitary confinement, and the abuse of their families for the sake of a war for the benefit for a few.

The entire case is now falling apart, not just because the unreliability of the government's star witnesses has now been exposed in the national media as druggies, failed businessmen demanding $15 million (!) for their 'testimony' and publicity hounds. I blame also the politicians who were so quick to declare them and an entire religion guilty and 'community' leaders who abandoned the families of the Toronto 18 because of fear of association with what is now OK to demonise: angry young Muslim males. Above all, I say that an unjust, corrupted, system of justice reflects badly on Canada, and what Canadian 'values' are supposed to be about. And I say, this "War on Terror" is a lie.

I've been involved in this case for two years now, first by speaking up on their behalf in various forums, then, learning more about the background, from a person called Salman Hossain. I met Salman at this website: http://www.xymphora.blogspot.com/ . Xymphora is supposed to be a Canadian leftie with controversial views; I appreciate the cut and thrust of intelligent debate and humour there, even if the site seems to attract people who umm, Don't Like Jews. But that isn't what I'm writing about today.

OK, my background (see 'A Conspirological State of Mind' http://manfromatlan.blogspot.com/2008/03/conspirological-state-of-mind.html) makes me more likely to believe the preposition that governments and the media lie; they're irredeemably corrupt anyway. But because I certainly don't want to become paranoid, I'd like to see something, maybe not proof, because conspiracies by their very nature provide scant 'proof' but let's say, inconsistencies, impossibilities, and improbabilities. Plus, the false evidence.

A group of young Muslims mouthing off on the Internet about Canada's involvement in the Afghan war. Giving a Muslim MP heck when he starts politicking in a mosque. Said MP, Wajid Khan, rats off the Muslim brothers as 'extremists' to CSIS, which sets out to entrap them. CSIS approaches Muslims to inform on the group. An Egyptian Muslim, in financial trouble from failed business dealings, promises to provide information about a bombing plot for $15 million in compensation. (He eventually gets $4 million) Another informer, a confessed drug user, takes the young men camping, then manufactures, in whole cloth, a story about 'Jihadi training camps', guns and plots to blow up Parliament. The first informant, an agricultural engineer, sets off to but does not actually buy the ingredients of the bomb, Ammonium Nitrate, which is regular garden fertiliser.

Look up the Oklahoma City Bombing. Explosive experts have concluded an Ammonium Nitrate Fertiliser Bomb couldn't have destroyed the building the way the government said it happened. Simply doesn't have the required explosive power. Never mind, we're supposed to automatically think about 'White Supremacists' and Oklahoma City. And now, we're supposed to automatically think 'Muslim terrorist'.

So I spoke up. Malcolm X once said, whenever one of the brothers started talking about killing Whitey they always knew it was a police informant talking. The same thing happened with these young men. So here we are on this blog, talking about it, when along comes Salman Hossain, a young student, giving the inside scoop, so to speak, of his friendship with Fahim Ahmed, one of the alleged plotters. See http://www.haloscan.com/comments/andy8/115001268715389261/ for an example of the numerous comments we made on the subject for a year and a half.

At first I thought he was an informant too, but it turned out he was genuine. I warned him a few times because of his inflammatory comments, that he might even be charged with treason, but, really, I also admired and defended his freedom of speech, even when others called for him to be expelled from the blog. I suppose if one of my friends was being held in solitary confinement and not allowed to defend himself I might be a little angry myself.

Then, he outdid himself by saying that if Canadian troops could go over to Afghanistan to kill Muslims, the Taliban could rightly come over and kill Canadian soldiers here. This opened an absolute shit storm of fury as most everyone sought to distance himself from Salman. I thought it was brilliantly subversive, and for an interesting period of time, we had a real debate about the limits of freedom of speech in Canada on those pages.

It came to an end of course, when the National Post, Canada's neo-con newspaper, pushed for an RCMP probe of his writings http://www.nationalpost.com/most_popular/story.html?id=272528 Coincidentally, this was at a time when a Jewish writer, Ezra Levant, was being prosecuted for his anti-Muslim writings. Of course the usual suspects called for Salman to be tried for treason, expelled from University, etc.

Salman called me for advice before the article came out. Should he speak to the Post reporter? Not unless he had a lawyer present, I said. He was expressing an opinion, not instigating violence, but the Post would twist everything. And if he needed to present his side, I'd connect him with my media friends. And, lie low, stop posting (I think his mother took away his computer :)

Individual terrorism, directed at civilians, is wrong. But when it is instigated by intelligence agencies I think we need to look at the inconsistencies. The RCMP has a long history of using informants to infiltrate communists, 'white nationalists' and now Muslims, then having their own informants commit crimes to discredit the larger group. In the 70's RCMP informants set off bombs in post boxes around Quebec to discredit the Quebec separatist movement. That a few immature hot heads can be trusted to make hot headed comments is always a given, but the fact that the various terrors of the 21st century were all conducted by various intelligence agencies are also, a given. One of the ways of proving that would be to look at the explosives used to commit those crimes. Sorry, the World Trade Towers were brought down by explosives. The official story is an impossible lie. The Tube bombings in London were conducted with military, not home-made explosives which simply could not have had the power required to do the damage they did. The chief 'planner' of that, Haroon Aswat, turned out to be an MI-6 asset. The Bali, Madrid and even Tel Aviv bombings all had similar inconsistencies.

But anyway, the Real Terror is not what might happen the next time some intelligence agency decides to frighten the population in order to defend unpopular policies and protect the war-based economies of the West. It is the terror visited upon the people of Palestine, Iraq and Afghanistan by the mechanised slaughterhouses of the industrial world, the Genocide and Wars conducted on the resource rich poorer countries.

The "War on Terror" is a lie. The war against Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and the Muslim world is a lie. It serves the arms manufacturers and the rulers of the world. It serves the oil companies whose profits and values of their reserves go up. It helps the money lenders and promoters of war. It serves to transfer your money out of your pockets and into the hands of a few.

If you want to spend a Trillion dollars on an unwinnable 'war' that will go on forever, be my guest. But two years ago 18 young men were arrested on false charges and their and their families lives shattered forever. If that injustice doesn't anger you, then you deserve the world you get.

Update, June 21, 2008:

At trial, the Crown now finds itself in the position of having to discredit their own witness, Mubin Sheikh, the cocaine addict who admits he's already spent most of the $370, 000 he's received so far from them on, umm, cocaine. He's already blown away their case against everyone else.

Transcripts from the first trial show the arrested youth was totally unaware of the so-called bomb plot, which only was introduced AFTER the two informants joined the group.

There were other characters, a bank fraud artist and a petty criminal, who first brought up fertiliser bombs. They were interviewed but not charged, nor were they called as witnesses, as they clearly were coerced into implicating the 18. Their criminal records would make them too ripe even for that court room.

For further details, see http://www.toronto18.com/

Few remember that in 2000 23 Muslims were arrested in Toronto for 'acting strangely' and 20 more, in 2003. They were all found innocent and charges thrown out. Now that the current case is already in a shambles, new reports are coming out about 'reactivated Hezbollah cells' planning to attack the Israeli consulate with bombs. They must think people really are stupid.

I believe the Toronto 18 will eventually receive justice. I can hardly wait for the other government informant to show up in court; he's even more of a weak link than Mubin Sheikh. In the mean time, I pray for them and their families.