Dickology 3; About Non Violence.

About Non Violence

Me as half mummie!

The plan was to write a page about The Sumerian Tablets. But You know how it is with plans, they can change, like the universe is always changing. Mostly You change them because something better or nicer is coming along. Sometimes something else happens. It is today exactly a month ago that I had an accident. I broke my right upper arm on 3 places due to an attack from an to me well known brutal person, which I tried to escape by passing a road not watching the traffic lights. Unfortunately a car came very fast out of nowhere and somewhere. That made me decide to write about Non Violence and what it means to me and my Dickology. (Dickology is for everyone different, even the name. If your name is Joao, it will be Joaoology, in the case of Ana, Anaology etc. (Some names will give a very funny nameology! and everyone will have also another perception and Philosophy of life. If You write your life and perception down or talk about it You can see if your life and where You talk or think about correspond with each other.)

Before I write the story and what it did and means to me I will first quote some well known persons about non violence and their critics to have an idea about it.

“Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.” 
― Thomas A. Edison

“We do not need guns and bombs to bring peace, we need love and compassion.” 
― Mother Teresa, The Joy in Loving: A Guide to Daily Living

“I first learned the concepts of non-violence in my marriage.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi

“I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.” 
― Chief Joseph

“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.” 
― Ghandi

“Islam teaches tolerance, not hatred; universal brotherhood, not enmity; peace, and not violence.” 
― Parwez Musharraf

“Concerning non-violence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.” 
― Malcolm X, Malcolm X Speaks: Selected Speeches and Statements

We can go on and on with quates. I ended with the last two, because the Koran and the revolutionary Malcom X. I am not a moslem because of the one God principle and their behavior toward women. But nowadays with the Jihadist movement I think that this quote could make a better world possible. I am writing this during the time that the 'I am Charly' hype is going on. I was just on the Adamastore or Miraoura de Santa Catharina where I met some Italian friends. One of them, he is actuallly Italian French and he is born in Africa but speaks all latin languages but no English, asked me if I believed that the shooting of the cartoonists really happened. I answered pfffhhhhh and made my hands move in neutral a position. He said, no man, there was no blood. I you get a bullet from a kalasnikov, your head will explode! They creating this. I answered, 'yes its almost if they are imitating George Orwells 1984 orwell, complete with drones.' The other real Italian, my translator, said 'yes people should not watch television, they create this.' I thought funny, what is real and what an illusion. And when You know that everything comes out of nothing, it gives You a lot of jokes.

I am not thinking like Malcom X. because I think that if You want a different better society You should not proceed the violence of your opponent. I believe in non violence as a different way of existing. An enlightenment of being which make You laugh and Love. From there on You can change the world in a nice and intelligent way. Keeping the Good and repairing what is malfunctioning and destroys our earth and being. This may sound as a nice idea, but what it means in realty when You meet violence really?

The Story and the Consequences.

Like I told before, it is just a month ago that I got attacked. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining. I just finished studying the clay tablets that day and was in a euphoric state. I saw suddenly that these old tablets contained the old stories of the Genesis in an totally different way. A way that could contribute to a better society nowadays. On that moment I got two visitors in my place. Two younger light brothers and we had a nice time, exchanging stories and knowledge in the happy environment of our studio 'Pillars of Light' in the Alfama. One of them is studying chemistry (in Dutch chemie) at the University of Lisbon, lets call him Al and the other one came from Tavira in the Algarve where he studies Eco Culture. He takes care of animals on the farm of his Grand mother and walks with them through the nature. Lets call him the Shepard. The Shepard was going to Myanmar the former Burma to visit his mother who is living there and to travel through the country for three weeks. After some drinks, smoking, philosophical talking, jokes etc. we decided to go to make a stroll through Lisbon to make the Shepard getting used to Lisboa city life. At the end of the walk we decided to go to Feira da Ladre what means the thieve market, a flea market, where his car was. He would visit his father and would come back later to meet us again.

Al and I decided to go to RDA, a Anarchistic association, where You can eat food for reasonable prices, where they repair bicycles, computers, inform about manifestations, show movies etc. or just have a drink and have a nice time with friends. We walked from the flea market to Graca and than to Anjos where the RDA is situated. We were in a happy mood, joking, laughing having fun in the sun singing 'I feel Good' from James Brown. Everything seemed to be perfect wonderful when we arrived at The Portuguese bank to cross the big busy street Av. Alm. Reis. At the moment when we wanted to cross the street I heard the psychotic sounds that go to the bone and always were followed by a physical attack 'Do You want to speak with meeeeeeeeee.'

It was like a deja vu, a movie was haunting my head of the violent consequences of these words and sounds in the past. I looked behind me and saw him, the brutal who was attacking me many times before and not only me, also my girl fiend was beaten to pulp by him and suddenly my dream became to a night mere and I thought oh No! He is not going to take this beautiful moment away, so I tried to escape and run across the street, did avoid some cars, when suddenly, out of nowhere and somewhere, a very fast car appeared. I saw it in a thousands of a second (time seems different at those moments) and knew, oh no this one I can not escape and threw myself on it. I made a somersault through the air and landed on the asphalt, the rest is history. I ended up in the hospital with my right arm three times broken. They didn't want to operate it and put screws in it. Thanks God or who or what ever and did the old healing way with bandage and tape. Suddenly I looked like a half mummie hahaha, Yes You can make jokes about a lot of things. It makes the healing more easy. But maybe You think,how did Dick get to this point of real violence? That's why here follows another story and how to handle or not handle violence.

It started not with a kiss but a party. Our future aggressor was invited by someone else, although I was not sure about him being honest. I always give people a change, An Aquarius strong and weakness. He came and kept sleeping. I heard a lot of times 'My friend'. He took 80 Euro which he never gave back. When I asked him a few weeks later on miradoura St. Catharina about it he got angry and I heard for the first time the strange psychotic words and sounds 'Do You want to speak with meee....' followed by three blows to my head. I was taken by surprise he was very fast coming out of nowhere when I was sitting on the ground. I put my hands in the arm, with my arms open I said hè? I was totally flabbergasted and very disappointed about him and my wrong judgment. But at least he showed himself, He was not a friend or brother at all. When a Mexican brother asked me where it was all about, I told him the story and he replied, well at least You know now and it is only 80 Euro. (which is in Portugal a lot of money!) Its not worth fighting for. I told him that it was not about 80 Euro or fighting, but that I was hurt-ed in my heart and very disappointed.

The second time was on the same place. When I met him I only put my hands up and didn't speak but only made a questioning face, the same sounds and blows followed, breaking my sunglasses and blood running out of my nose.

The third time it was not me, but my girlfriend who was the victim. She asked him in a garden bar if he was going to beat her as well. He was agitated but said, 'No, I don't beat women.' When she went on he gave her two hits in her face. He was thrown out of the bar. When she left two hours later in the night, he was waiting downstairs in the dark and the same sounds came out of his mouth. She told him that we could forgive him as long he would stay out of our neighborhood. He attacked her and her face was beaten many times. When there were not been people coming it could up ended very bad. Now her white clothes were red of blood and her face swollen and purple blue. When we went to the police they couldn't nothing because she didn't go to the hospital. His name was recorded, the next time he would be arrested.

Later when I met him with a brother at praça Camoes, he was screaming half an hour very nasty words to me and told me to leave the city or he would kill me. After half an hour he went tired away and got expelled from a lot of public places and the fourth time was my accident when I tried to escape him. So, yes Dickology and non violence was really practiced and with the girlfriend beating it was very difficult, but I decided not to go back to the dark past of fighting people. I use my skills of the fighting arts, which I practiced, rather for dancing!

What I learned is when seals give a party they don't invite sharks, when little lambs give a party they don't ask a hyena to come by, so on a party of and light You better be careful for persons of darkness and hate, they can be camouflaged and dangerous.

I learned also to know and love my body better. I am right handed. Try to shave with your left hand or brush your hair or roll a cigarette etc. But the left hand learns fast and gets stronger although rolling a cigarette is still very difficult. And when my right hand came out of the mummification it felt like a weak white blue purple baby, who was welcomed by the body family with love and that makes him recover very fast in the right rhythm!

I plan to write a story about the clay tablets the next time. But You know how it is with plans and I think it is an important story, I have to be careful. Writing can be beautiful but also dangerous!Yes funny life.

Due to this accident and arm recovery I couldn't make any money this month, as a result there is a big chance of losing our beautiful atelier studio 'Pillars of Light'. If You like this writings and our Philosophy and healing of life, any donations will be very appreciated!

Because I was thinking, if all my beautiful Facebook friends would give 10 Euros, my studio would survive and the creativity and Dickology of 'Pillars of Light', could go on. Thank You Facebook!

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