Copycat identities: the means to manipulate

“Most have no memory of self before their second birthday and, even then, the memories from around that time are fragmented and unconnected. It’s not that you have forgotten what it was like to be an infant– you simply were not ‘you’ at that age because there was no constructed self, and so you cannot make sense of early experiences in the context of the person to whom those events happened”

Bruce Hood

We see everything through our identity. The identity that is build up over a lifetime of adding ideas about who you are and what you are all about. We create our own little narrative. A self indulgent fabrication called “i”. Mostly we are also desperate to generate an identity that conforms to a very standard social norm. We seem to prefer safe identities that don’t stand out. There is nothing more distressing for people than not fitting in. Die tall poppy. Die die! Through all this you have to wonder how anyone can challenge the notion that we aren’t societies of sheeple. One giant game of follow the leader. We’re sitting ducks for the malevolent elite. Set the norms in society to ensure your interests then let people self police each other. Prisoners in jail don’t have belts so their pants hang down. When they get out they often don’t buy, and probably don’t have money to buy, a belt because it feels unusual for them. Now you have 12 year olds in affluent suburbs with their pants hanging down and their boxers exposed. Its got nothing to do with prison culture anymore. It’s just copycat behaviour from children desperate to fit in with the equally clueless kids in their school. So who are you? Well since your identity is just a collection of ideas, you are pretty much anyone you decide to be. If you also have the ability detach yourself from the obsessive need to conform then there is really no telling what you could achieve in this crazy old game of life.

Running with scissors and other commendable fun before breakfast

“There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don’t fit into their box are weird. But I’ll tell you what, generic people are the weird people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance”
C. JoyBell C.

Don’t run with scissors! Stay out of the pool after lunch!! Success is having a good job!!!  White people can’t jump!!!! Drugs are dangerous….

And a million other things you’ve been told.

What if running with scissors is hilarious fun? What if you could run safely with scissors and in have one hell of a good time with a bunch of scissor loving friends?

Are all drugs dangerous? Crystal meth sure. Heroin no doubt. But what about Psilocybin mushrooms that can have consciousness expanding benefits? Why is tobacco legal when it has such horrendous health consequences but eating some fungus that grows on the forest floor is totally illegal? Surely there should be some consideration of benefits against risk?

I’m not advocating drug taking or scissor frolicking.

I’m just musing on how many things we are told repeatedly growing up. Told by parents who themselves are just repeating rules from their parents. Undeniably some of the advice is sound, but how much of it needs to be seriously questioned and really discovered for yourself? When was the last time somebody broke that rule? What was their experience? Did they actually sink to the bottom of  the pool with a gut loaded with lasagna?

If you start to pay attention you find no end of things that you have been told by work, parents, teachers and the state that you didn’t learn yourself. If you become more inquisitive you will find numerous situations where the official version of history doesn’t stack with the facts. You’ll discover moonlight pleasures you never contemplated (and you won’t catch a cold. Trust me). Basically when you start questioning accepted rules you are awakening from autopilot. You are questioning the sense of your own habitual behaviour. You are becoming more mindful. 

In doing so you’ll meet new people. You will open yourself to the possibility of new experiences. Like you might eat a cookie before dinner and thoroughly enjoy ruining your appetite.  It’s about resetting the self imposed limitations that you have accepted. It’s erasing the box that you have allowed to be drawn around yourself.

What it is is deciding what you want from this life. Finding that and doing it instead of doing a whole lot of timewasting shit working on someone else’s dream.

What is the stupidest rule that you were following blindly? Click reply at the top of the screen and tell us.

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Bursting out of a buttoned down life

“If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun”

Katharine Hepburn



There are a few posts now on LeM about keeping your house cleaning to a minimum while not feeling guilty about a little mess. There are a other posts on the fun of the bricoleur, upcycling, positive non-intervention gardening or decorating your house for next to nothing!

There are posts on why work sucks, why working hard in a career is an illusion and how to start to unjob yourself from the daily grind and start to return your gifts to improve your community.

Almost everything I write is based around my desire to help people to regain the moments of their life. I want other people to discover freedom from this military-industrial-complex culture that treats us as an economic and social slaves. I’d write 100 posts if that’s what it takes to connect with just one person. That one person who steps back takes a good look at this fucked up crazy thing we call life and just says…”Ok, but from now on we do this on my terms!”. That possibility of connecting with one solitary individual who suddenly realises just how railroaded in and buttoned down their life really is…that is why LeM exists.

One less corporate zombie will make this world a better place!


“The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it” 

Jacques Yves Cousteau

I remember hearing a speaker suggest that Dolphins were an ancient cousin of humans. Unlike humans that remained on land Dolphins returned to the sea where food was abundant. With their needs easily met they then have the luxury of spending their life in play. 

It reminds me of something I was told as a child. 

“Find three hobbies. One to relax. One for fun and one to earn a living from”.

These sentiments line up with my view on human intelligence. Nobody likes to work, but many do regardless. So intelligence can be found in anyone who has found a way to play their way through life. If you are mindlessly trudging to a job you hate perhaps your estimation of your own intelligence is a bit off.

Phasing out judgmental thinking: Why so insecure?

“It is not for me to judge another man’s life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone” Hermann Hesse


Look at her terrible hair. What the hell is she thinking?

I bet he’s a total arsehole.

Homeless, Lazy bum. Probably addicted to glue.

Slutty underage Mum. Poor kid will grow up the same.


Have you ever noticed your tendency to negatively judge other people? You might not say these things aloud. Maybe you do, but mostly your gut reaction to people you encounter is horribly negative.

We do this habitually. I’d go so far as to say it’s our default programme that we run unless we have deliberately written some other routine to play instead. It’s funny to me how we perceive faults and failings in others that seem to mirror what we perceive to be our better qualities. If someone view someone as fat, lazy and ugly it is because we consider ourself  thin, hardworking and attractive. 

But, judgement is just a mental delusion. Its simply a statement of insecurity. 

I see the man I don’t know. 

Is he homeless? Who knows?

Is he a drug addicted petty criminal? Certainly a rash judgement, based only on my own perceptions.

Truth be told I am no better, no smarter and no more valuable to society. We are both playing our role in our journey in the world.

He will have good ideas, dreams, friends, passions, fears and hopes. Just like me. Really we are the same, but for slightly different preferences and characteristics all drawn from the same cultural narrative.

For all I know this soul could be an esteemed professor so ensconced in his research, and so near a major scientific breakthrough, that he has forgotten to shower toady. Perhaps he is grieving the loss of his wife who passed on the weekend. Maybe he is a truly enlightened being that has come to appreciate that he is not this temporary flesh suit we call the body.

All I really know is that I don’t know. I know that I need not judge. There is no value for me or for others, no purpose, no benefit. 

Doesn’t mean I won’t. But when I find myself entering a judgmental frame I smile and I make a promise to myself that if there is an opportunity to express kindness to this person I shall take it.


A few elites (with several quadrillion dollars) could never rule the world

“Propaganda does not deceive people; it merely helps them to deceive themselves”

Eric Hoffer

A few elites (13 families) could never control the world. Maybe, but before you decide without any facts look up the Rockafellers and the Rothschild’s. Look up the Travistock Institute, the Bilderberg Group, the Bohemian Grove (where the richest men in the world are running around in the bush in ancient robes praying to Babylonian gods), the Trilateral Commission, BIS and the Council on Foreign Relations (just a rich club for rich men). Then read Tragedy and Hope by Quigley then watch or read anything by Coleman. Now you will be informed enough to decide for yourself if you are being lied to or if you should just shut up and watch the TV news. Oh and that Senator in the Rockafeller video – Macdonald, the one that ran up against the interests of the elite…killed when his plane exploded. Lots of unfortunates like the Kennedy’s (start at 5.25 minutes_good watch by 10 minutes you might wonder how he survived two more years!!) just seem to have bad luck when they challenge the agenda…all these secret societies – jesuits (second para in red), knights of malta, freemasons, grovers, bilderberg, CFR, the Fed, the Skull & Bones Society, the Vatican, the BIS… and all the others are just wholesome fun clubs for rich men to talk about polo. Their incredible business and political entanglement is mere coincidence and their mammoth donations to every political party in the world is simply a demonstration of their charity towards the interests of all mankind..

Don’t dismiss this as outright as nonsense. Do some research. It really won’t take long. Then judge for yourself.

Old, holey and comfortable

“I wanted to be a citizen of the world but not in a superficial way”

Robert Fulghum
If I had to describe my style it would be largely captured in the title of the post. Most of my clothing is over 10 years old. Much of it has holes somewhere, but it’s comfortable and it is still serving the general purpose of hiding my bumpy bits and keeping me warm when its cold (or from burning on a hot day).

Ms Simple is more glamorous, but she still spends a pittance of what other woman spend. Between us we have virtually no expense for clothes. 1-2 items once a year would be a big shopping year for us. As you get older you realise that there is no point having a $50,000 wardrobe. It’s just compensating for an unmet and unresolved emotional issue.  I would rather impress people with my character and conversation than something superficial like clothes. I have also found that comfortable functional clothes help shield you from unnecessarily conversations with superficial people that are trying to cultivate a relationship (networking) to generate some personal gain. Life is too short to waste with pretend people that seek to make you into their tool or their plaything. It’s also too short for people too afraid to become themself. There are oh so many people stuck on this ride trying to convince everyone that they are really somebody better than they actually are. Actions speak when words beguile.

So dressing a bit dowdy has the major benefit that many superficial day traders are too important to talk to someone poor and clueless like me. And I like that just fine.There are millions of brilliant genuinely caring soles that inspire and motivate me. For them no favour is too great. My door is always open for whatever I give I will receive ten fold.