Posts Tagged ‘Wayne Bisset’

A Gypsy!!

September 30, 2022

The strange encounter of Nat King Cole with Eden Ahbez…

“In the late 40s, there was a rumor that there was a “hermit,” disenchanted and disillusioned with the world, supposedly “out-of-sync” with society, living in California in a cave under one of the L’s in the Hollywood sign.

No one really cared about this strange man, until one night in 1947, when someone tried to enter backstage at the Lincoln Theater in Los Angeles. Nat King Cole was playing there, and the man said he had something for Cole.

Of course, the employees didn’t let the strange man see Cole, so he gave whatever he had to Cole’s manager.

What he had was a song sheet, which Cole would later take a look at. Cole liked the song and wanted to record it, but he had to find the strange man. When asked, the people who saw the man said he was strange, indeed, with shoulder-length hair and beard, wearing sandals and a white robe.

Cole finally tracked him down in New York City. When Cole asked him where he was staying, the strange man declared he was staying at the best hotel in New York – outside, literally, in Central Park. He said his name was eden ahbez (spelled all in lower-case letters).

The song he gave Cole was titled, “Nature Boy.” It became Cole’s first big hit, and was soon covered by other artists through the years, from Frank Sinatra and Sarah Vaughan to Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga, most recently.

Of course, the media went crazy about the strange, mysterious man who handed Nat King Cole, one of the biggest hits during that time. Everyone went out to try to find out more about him.

What little they found was that he was once an orphan, who never stayed at one place very long, living in various foster homes. He explained he just never fit in and was always searching, for something.

[“They say he wandered very far…

Very far, over land and sea…”

They found out he would hop freight trains and walked across country several times, subsisting solely on raw fruits and vegetables, then one day he completely vanished.

[“A little shy and sad of eye…

But very wise was he…”]

He finally showed up again in the Hollywood hills. When a policeman stopped the strange, long-haired man with beard, sandals, and robe, ahbez simply replied, “I look crazy but I’m not. And the funny thing is that other people don’t look crazy but they are.”

[“And then one day…

One magic day he passed my way…”]

No one seems to really know why he selected Cole, there were some rumors that he came out of hiding when he began to hear about the racism going on and trouble throughout the world, and he thought “King” was the best person at that time to pass his message along.

[“While we spoke of many things…

Fools and Kings…”]

When he was asked about racism, he replied, “Some white people hate black people, and some white people love black people, some black people hate white people, and some black people love white people. So you see it’s not an issue of black and white, it’s an issue of Lovers and Haters.”

It was that theme of love that he continued to talk about, what was missing in the world, and what would be needed in the future if we are to survive.

ahbez would eventually get his message out, especially after the counter-culture finally caught up with him and the hippie movement began, when other artists such as Donovan, Grace Slick, and the Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson sought him out. He also wrote songs for Eartha Kitt and had another song recorded by Sam Cooke.

In 2009, Congressman Bill Aswad recited the last lyrics of the song before the Vermont House of Representatives at the passing of his state’s same-sex marriage bill in ’09.

Author Raymond Knapp described the track as a “mystically charged vagabond song” whose lyrics evoked an intense sense of loss and haplessness, with the final line delivering a universal truth, described by Knapp as “indestructible” and “salvaged somehow from the perilous journey of life.”

[“This he said to me…

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…

Is just to love and be loved in return.”]

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“George Alexander Aberle (April 15, 1908 – March 4, 1995), known as Eden Ahbez, was an American songwriter and recording artist of the 1940s to 1960s, whose lifestyle in California was influential in the hippie movement.

He was known to friends simply as Ahbe.

Ahbez composed the song “Nature Boy”, which became a No. 1 hit for eight weeks in 1948 for Nat “King” Cole.

Living a bucolic life from at least the 1940s, he traveled in sandals and wore shoulder-length hair and beard, and white robes. He camped out below the first L in the Hollywood Sign above Los Angeles and studied Oriental mysticism. He slept outdoors with his family and ate vegetables, fruits, and nuts. He claimed to live on three dollars per week.

In the mid 1950s, he wrote songs for Eartha Kitt, Frankie Laine, and others, as well as writing some rock-and-roll novelty songs. In 1957, his song “Lonely Island” was recorded by Sam Cooke, becoming the second and final Ahbez composition to hit the Top 40.

In 1959, he began recording instrumental music, which combined his signature somber tones with exotic arrangements and (according to the record sleeve) “primitive rhythms”. He often performed bongo, flute, and poetry gigs at beat coffeehouses in the Los Angeles area. In 1960, he recorded his only solo LP, Eden’s Island, for Del-Fi Records. This mixed beatnik poetry with exotica arrangements. Ahbez promoted the album through a coast-to-coast walking tour making personal appearances, but it sold poorly.

During the 1960s, Ahbez released five singles. Grace Slick’s band, the Great Society, recorded a version of “Nature Boy” in 1966 and Ahbez was photographed in the studio with Brian Wilson during a session for the Smile album in early 1967.

Later that year, British singer Donovan sought out Ahbez in Palm Springs, and the two wanderers shared a reportedly “near-telepathic” conversation. In the 1970s, Big Star’s Alex Chilton recorded a version of “Nature Boy” with the photographer William Eggleston on piano. The song was finally released as a bonus track on the 1992 Rykodisc re-release of the album Third/Sister Lovers.

In 1974, Ahbez was reported to be living in the Los Angeles suburb of Sunland, and he owned a record label named Sunland Records, for which he was recording under the name “Eden Abba.” From the late 1980s until his death, Ahbez worked closely with Joe Romersa, an engineer/drummer in Los Angeles. The master tapes, photos, and final works of eden ahbez are in Romersa’s possession.

Ahbez died on March 4, 1995, of injuries sustained in a car accident, at the age of 86. Another album, Echoes from Nature Boy, was released posthumously.”

Star Beings

September 26, 2022

“The more souls I hear from across this vast realm, the more I am absolutely convinced this tends to be the rule, rather than the exception.

It’s almost always the same story.
The deeper you connect to your own spirit, the harder it becomes to fit in. To make small talk. To conform. To find others you relate to, and vice versa. To find anyone who UNDERSTANDS you.

Much of the time it can feel like being an alien that crash landed on the wrong planet.
This is because you are not FROM here. Not originally.
You come from another realm.
A realm FAR different from this one.
A realm where beings don’t compete with one another. Don’t try to one up one another. Don’t put each other down. Don’t judge each other.

You come from a realm where beings operate from their SOUL. Where all is telepathic. TelEMpathic. Where all is known about one another. No secrets. No deviousness. All beings hearts displayed on the outside.
VERY different from this realm.
BUT – This is WHY you are here. You dropped in as an ANCHOR of this frequency. You are the PRECURSOR of what is coming. You are FAR ahead of this incoming evolution, because you have ALREADY been in such a state in another life (or lifetimes).

So what has happened here, is similar souls of this frequency also dropped down here to also magnetize these higher spirit frequencies into this place. But we are infiltrators of a sort. NOT the common souls of this dimension. We are a minority at the moment.
But in order to keep an even distribution of this frequency of consciousness, we landed meticulously spread out, across this plane, in specific locales, evenly placed.

The distance between us appears vast. And in this 3 dimensional hologram, that is true.
Yet, an energetic, telepathic, telempathic bridge exists between us, such as was the case from where we come from.
As we anchor in, draw in more of these upper dimensional frequencies and codes, and more of our DNA switches back on, this connection will grow exponentially, to a point where “distance” is realized to be a facade. Then beyond that realization, we begin having the seemingly miraculous become the norm.

I have met countless numbers of you on the astral planes. These are FAR more than dreams.
We have known each other FAR beyond this place. And we will all reunite and laugh again when this is all over.

I know you feel alone here. Isolated. It is only temporary. We have a job to do. And you are doing amazing. I see you.
Soon, all will be very, VERY different, old soul.~

~Tone Mellard

Now to try and counteract all the ugly I see, I try take pretty photographs, where ever I roam, balance is important.

You can find some of them here.

https://waynebisset1.picfair.com

Just for Today 31 July 2022

July 31, 2022
“As we realize our need to be forgiven, we tend to be more forgiving.”
Basic Text, p. 39

Our behavior toward other people in our life is a mirror of our behavior toward ourselves.  When we demand perfection of ourselves, we come to demand it from others around us, too.  As we strive to repair and heal our lives in recovery, we may also expect others to work just as hard and to recover at the same pace as we do.  And just as we are often unforgiving of our own mistakes, we may shut out friends and family members when they don’t meet our expectations. Working the steps helps us understand our own limitations and our humanity.  We come to see our failures as human mistakes.  We realize that we will never be perfect, that we will, at times, disappoint ourselves and others.  We hope for forgiveness. As we learn to gently accept ourselves, we can start to view others with the same accepting and tolerant heart.  These people, too, are only human, trying to do their best and sometimes falling short.


Just for today:  I will treat others with the tolerance and forgiveness I seek for myself.

From a Hound to a Wolf

July 30, 2022

Last year saw this window, somewhere in Johannesburg, thought I could do something interesting with it.

What do you think?

Toxic Society and the Medical “Profession ” •

July 3, 2022

Ironically , copied from that very toxic site, called Facebook.

My friend Kerri Grote died this morning. While I am still processing, I wanted to share the words she left to be read upon her passing. Life is short. I hope they bring you perspective, inspiration and healing like they did for me. R.I.P Kerri. I love you.

“If you’re reading this, this fu$king brain cancer probably got me.
But let me be crystal clear while I’m able: I did not ”lose a battle” against cancer. This is a ridiculous, steamy pile of horse shit that society has dumped on cancer patients. Western medicine, and Western culture, especially, is so uncomfortable talking about death that instead it created this “battle” analogy that basically shames people who die from cancer.
News flash: None of us gets out alive from this rodeo called life.
There is no shame in dying from cancer – or any serious illness. And it doesn’t need to be a battle. It’s a transition that each of us will go through. I was asked by a shaman, whom I spoke to after my second brain surgery, “Are you running towards life or running away from death?”
Whoa! That got my attention.
There’s a BIG difference. I got it wrong more often than not.
Don’t let fear fuel your choices. Live fearlessly. Run TOWARDS life. Don’t worry about what people will think. Trust me, it doesn’t matter.
Focus on you. Be true to yourself. Be your own best friend. People who tell you you’re selfish are not your people. If the voice in your head says these unkind things, get a new voice. Honor your mental health and seek out a good therapist with the same vigor you’d search for a romantic partner.
Speaking of, be intentional about cultivating friendships that lift you up. As those friendships grow and change, don’t overlook them while you search for that “great love of your life.” (No, I’m not suggesting you sleep with your bestie. But you do you!)
Another unhelpful message that we get from society is that we need a “love of our life,” as a romantic partner.
Single and childless when I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, I looked around my life and came up sputtering and sobbing from the wave of grief washed over me. I thought I’d be doing this alone… no husband, no kids, no “great love.”
How wrong I was. At the first appointment with my neuro oncologists, one of the nurses diligently hauled in chair after chair for the great loves of my life who came with me that horrible day and many days after that.
I sat and listened while the doctor explained the 12-month treatment plan, focusing on my breathing, then looked around the room…. filled with great loves of my life: incredible women friends whom I had met at various stages of my life.
Surround yourself with people who contradict that unkind voice, people who see your light, and remind you who you are: an amazing soul.
Learn how to receive these reflections from your people. Because they are speaking the Truth.
Love yourself, no matter how weird and silly it might feel. Every morning, give yourself a hug before your feet hit the floor. Look deeply into your eyes in a mirror. Say to yourself, out loud, “I trust you.” That voice in your head might say you’re a dork. Ignore it.
As I prepare to leave this body and embark on this mysterious journey of my soul, I hope these observations from my deathbed are somehow useful.
What I know, deep in my bones, is that learning to love myself has led me to be able to say this: I’m so proud of how I lived.
May you, dear reader, feel the same when you head out on your soul journey, too. Until then, enjoy the ride. And always eat dessert first, especially if there’s pie!”

Facebook has lost the plot

July 1, 2022

29 days ban because of this comment on a friend’s, real life friend, not just a Facebook one.

My Facebook Wars 20/06/22

June 20, 2022

Well trained in CoinOps, while in Facebook Jail I am using the same b#$tards own sites, to kick start this mission.

Snakes Collection 20 June

June 20, 2022

As part of my war against the fascist Facebook part of my tactical withdrawal is moving all the things I use to post on that platform elsewhere.

Facebook Jail Photos June 17 and 18

June 19, 2022

While in Facebook jail, the decision was made to move all my normally Daily Facebook photos somewhere else. This is most likely the best place. Please bare with me as I learn the best way to do this.

Meanwhile, here are days worth of jailtime photographs.

The Mexican Horse Thief and the Rhino Poacher.

March 31, 2022

Let me tell you a tale, of how the Mexican Horse Thief was conned, solidly, by a Rhino Poacher. The story begins in 1983 where I first met Nick van Deventer, the place ;7th South African Infantry Battalion, Phalaborwa, South Africa. I am certain this kind of shit could only happen to me, that is why I write the Chronicles I suppose.
I do not recall the first day I met Nick, it was when those men chosen to be Mortarist joined Oscar Company. I do know that often Nick was the guy that had to be carried, sometimes literally in the harsh training we received. What surprised me was that one day, in all their wisdom the powers that be made him a Lance Corporal. He became insufferable and I avoided him whenever possible. Unfortunately when the Mortar guys got put into Alpha and Bravo Companies, Nick and I were both sent to Alpha.
One day I remember very well, the day we finished up at Lataba Ranch, we had a forced route march back to the camp, carrying full kit. I know as a number two that a 81mm mortar pipe weighs 13kg and each bomb is 2.5kg. I weighed in at an amazing 55kg, so with full kit, if I sat, or fell down, I needed assistance to get on my skinny legs again.  The Captain, Fourie, was his name, promised that the first 12 men in would get 5lts of ice-cream and the rest of the day off.  I like ice-cream. Nick pulled a ligament in the first few kilometers and road back in the Unimog ambulance.
Due to great tenacity I was in the first 12 back, and got my ice-cream. There I was, lying on my bed, eating my ice-cream and minding my own business, when Nick came up to me. He told me to go and get his kit which had been unloaded on the top parade ground. I told him to fuck off. He then threw a tantrum telling me he is a corporal and I had to obey his direct order. He got the same reply, I was off duty and eating ice-cream. The argument got out of hand and then Nick said some thing that really pissed me off. The sleg soutpiel did not bother me at all, but when he said, in Afrikaans, that my mother was drunk, lying in the gutter and a dog impregnated her, I hit him, once.
It was a good shot, Nick’s nose was squashed so flat no blood came out of it. The blood did go down his throat and he started drowning, medics were part of the support team, and in the same bungalow fortunately. Nick was hauled off to the sickbay and then airlifted to 1 Mil in Pretoria. I was arrested by the MPs and never finished my ice-cream. I spent two days in DB, and it was not that pleasant, getting beaten was not so bad, but having to clean the toilet with my toothbrush was. I was told that I then had to brush my teeth with that same toothbrush. I would not, so it took 4 MPs to do it for me.
It all turned out well, at my court martial I told the Colonel that if he said that about my mom, by God, I would bliksem him as well! I got sent back to my unit. Two weeks later Nick got back from Pretoria and was minus the little stripe he loved so much.
Nick went out of his way to become my friend after that, later we were shipped off to the Border together.
After my National Service I did not hear from him again until the event of Facebook. We became friends on the side and belonged to a few of the same groups.
We then jump to the year 2014, and the next place I saw Nick was at Mabula Game Reserve, where I had been working as the head of the Night Shift APU. How and why that happened is another story….

Part Two
The Mexican Horse Thief and The Rhino Poacher II .

Jump 30 odd years. Having hooked up with Nick on Facebook, he saw that I was leaving the APU at Mabula ( Another story for another time, but me and “rank” do not get on well when they are stupid.)Nick offered me a job in Badplaas with his company. Gypsy that I am, knowing nothing about mechanics, I said “OK!”, and he collected me on my last day of work.

In Badplaas I set up the admin and marketing side of his mechanical workshop. Soon I saw the lies, one was about our past, totally different story about why I broke his nose to his wife and friends. Then a few tall tales about what we were supposed to have done on the Border, uncomfortable to call him a liar so I let them pass. We were Brothers, right?  Mostly claiming a bad memory I dodged that issue quite nicely, thank you very much. I hate personal conflict, strange as that sounds, even verbal arguments, and used to go to great lengths to avoid them. The long and short of it was: The workshop was not his, the bakkie he drove was not his, all actually belonged to his wife. I stayed for a while but eventually his wife kicked him out, and since part payment for being his office Johnny was a room at the workshop, I had to move too.

During my time there he spoke about how terrible the rhino poaching was and told me he had some big money coming and we could start our own APU.

Jump another few years and I see on bloody Facebook photos of Nick getting arrested!  Caught with a Rhino horn in his vehicle.

I had to block Nick on my messages because of all the new lies he is telling me. An example
“I have read most of the comments about our arrest. Some pretty un-informed crap flying about. Soon a great many faces will be extremely red. Anyway,will keep you posted from time to time. Cheer up mate,things could be worse! Funny how quick people are to believe the bad stories,and how people add shit to the truth! I was NOT arrest in posession of anything illegal,and THAT is the holy truth! Why do you think that we have not had our day in court? Why is the case being dragged for such a long time? THERE IS NO EVIDENCE,BOET!!!! There,s a helluva lot more to this whole”

Soon after that I blocked Nick, no idea where he is now.

The worst part is that he was already a Rhino Poacher when he picked me up at Mabula!

“Two of the notorious van Deventer brothers have been arrested again for rhino poaching. Their latest run-in with the law comes a decade after the pair were first charged in connection with the “Boere rhino mafia.”

Afrikaners Deon and Nick van Deventer, aged 48 and 51, were arrested together with a Zimbabwean national Onward Muchangowa. The trio were caught by the South African authorities in Limpopo. Realising they were being tailed by police, they allegedly attempted to jettison a rhino horn they were carrying from their vehicle by throwing it out of the window. The authorities retrieved the horn and arrested the brothers and their accomplice.

The Deventer brothers first came to attention in 2007, after being caught in the act in Kwa-Zulu Natal’s Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Park. From September 2006 to July 2007, the pair were alleged to have shot 19 rhinos in Kruger National Park, Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Park, and various private game reserves in South Africa. The rhinos slaughtered with guns and bows and arrows included young calves. The pair were subsequently charged with illegally trading rhino horn and the illegal possession of firearms. They entered into a plea bargain in exchange for information on who was running the “Boere rhino mafia” syndicate, and even shared their story with the press before changing their minds; citing threats that had apparently been made against their family.

Ten years ago, when the van Deventer brothers were first arrested, Africa’s resurgent rhino poaching crisis had just begun. During the following years, it became apparent that one driver for this rise was that the changes in trophy hunting regulation in South Africa had allowed pseudo-hunters to obtain hunting permits for criminals, who then leaked rhino horn onto the black market in Asia, particularly Viet Nam, where demand was sky-rocketing. High-level, Afrikaans-speaking gangs were involved in this trade as bogus safari operators. Charges brought against the van Deventers’ alleged “Boere rhino mafia” included racketeering, money laundering and theft, alongside wildlife crimes. But when the brothers reneged on their deal with the authorities, the case against the criminals higher up the chain collapsed.

South Africa subsequently tightened trophy hunting legislation after a report by the CITES Rhino Working Group estimated that approximately one-fifth of illegally traded rhino horn leaving Africa was harvested from “pseudo hunts.” Today, trophy hunting for rhinos in South Africa is tightly controlled and the number of rhino killed through legal hunts represents a fraction of the number slaughtered by illegal poachers. Other so-called “khaki collar” alleged criminals the top of the chain in South Africa include Dawie Groenewald and Hugo Ras. Both trials have been postponed on multiple occasions – in the case of Groenewald, delays have dragged on for six years despite the USA indicting him for wildlife crimes as part of Operation Crash.

Back in 2011, TRAFFIC’s Tom Milliken warned that the judicial focus in South Africa was too often on the poachers and couriers, and not the organisers and facilitators higher up the chain. Milliken said: “the proof in the pudding will be if those South African game-industry white guys who are involved in rhino crime get similar sentences.” The van Deventer brothers currently remain in police custody and are due to appear in court on January 27 to make formal applications for bail. No bail and a prompt trial would go some way to deterring others, and helping police disrupt the wider criminal networks on which the rhino horn trade depends. This time, let’s hope they aren’t released only to reoffend.”

26 Jan 2017

By: Save the Rhino




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