The day politics ceases to flagrantly promote racism will be the day that borders cease to exist. The moment when we are all capable of seeing past the mirage, and acknowledge that our true power climaxes when we strive to control ourselves and nobody else, will be the instant that politics and trade vanish altogether.
Profession: Teacher/Student (Without the need to be institutionalised to practise or learn … and more of a student than a teacher)
A hypothetical scenario to ponder over…
A) The definition of work is: A socially constructive activity that secures the resources that are vital to your survival.
and B) You existed in a society of scarce and rapidly depleting resources, in which the only employer was a temporarily delusional but well-meaning machine who planned to throw to waste what remained for the “benefit” of all.
Then the only possible route to work would be to stall the process by going on strike!
What I´ve found my good friend:
I and everyone else have the need to justify our crazy daily habits. But when we see through of the socially constructed ghosts that have been manufactured to keep the daily rituals which we perform logical to us, we find everyone is good … all these evil vampires thrown upon us by the media, only exist in our heads and nowhere else.
Not talking to strangers, hoarding big bank accounts to protect you, and worshiping the flag etc. are just forms of contemporary witchcraft which bluff us by preying on our paranoia. Laugh at them, but at the same time try to educate yourself and those around you to pave a brighter path to true power.
There was a kind article written about my voyage in Shareable magazine by Maria Grausaskas on 14th jan. It went a little haywire on social media and had over 900 shares on Facebook in the first week.
There was also a discussion about the walk in Basque on the radio. I don´t understand much, except that Basque has a beautiful tone to it, and all the people I´ve met around the little towns have been super friendly. The mountainous natural landscape is also as amazing to walk through as the modern history of resistance (against hegemonoic forces) that took place within it. But, I´m not entirely sure what the Columbian passport is doing in the frame? Maybe the radio station discovered my real identity :) Eskarrigasko!
I super appreciative of those who have written articles about the walk, the blog content, or even better … issues relating to immigration detention, especially in languages other than English. It´s good to offer people a chance to read in their native tongues. If you have written an article can you let me know so I can add it to the press page of the blog when I get a little more internet. It will sit alongside the articles in Dutch and Faroese, Thanks also for sharing this page, I hope to be able to provide interesting and informative material in the future.
Please note; The walking is on hold.
I flew back to Australia to attend the funeral of a family member, so the walking trip is now on hold.
I walked from Oslo “Norway” to Guemes, Cantabria “Spain”.
But I still dream of one day continuing from the same place I stopped, and finishing with an artistic illegal crossing to Africa …
I believe that there are many interesting positive conclusions to be drawn from this experiment that I will summarise at a later date. The walk has been benevolently described in a fairfax column as “original ” http://www.theage.com.au/travel/blogs/the-backpacker/ten-things-hardcore-backpackers-dont-know-20130205-2dv13.html, but luckily everyone’s life is original, and thanks to that, I’m very appreciative to those that taught me over the last year and a half.
I’m around Australia at the moment and planning a moneyless walk from Melbourne to Canberra to show support for flag change. It would be very satisfying to witness the removal of the Union Jack, and live in a country that has outlived it’s racist history. Remember when the English arrived they did not value the Indigenous Australians, and claimed the continent under ’terra nullius’ implying nobody previously existed there. It is important to honour everyone in this thriving multicultural country, not just one of many waves of immigration.
TAKE A MEANDER THROUGH THE TRIP DETAILS
Walked over “Norway” and “Sweden” and swum through all intersecting rivers. Maybe about 600km not including forest wandering episodes.
(yeah, yeah it was summertime then)
Arrived at Helsingborg and took a boat 5km to “Denmark”. This was one of the two times I took transport to move south (other than generous rides in police vans). The captain allowed me free entry after he almost choked with laughter. The cooks even offered me a plate of leftovers.
I definitely would have prefered to build my own boat or refine my swimming skills but there are too many ferries these days interfering with the currents.
Walked through “Germany” and “Holland” including a scenic detour over the 40km dike in the north-western corner.
I then got imprisoned in “Belgium” for not carrying identity.
If you read on in this blog you will see the proof that I put myself in the closed detention center to renovate it.
The proof comes from the toilet seat!
“Under a government which imprisons unjustly, the true place for a just man* is also prison” – Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience, 1849
(This quote uses the word “man” instead of person, so you may as well burn it. What an ignorant dickhead he was. However, what it does show by the use of horrible language which was then accepted as the norm, is the progression in society. Bare in mind Thoreau was a progressive thinker in the US at that time.)
For me the inhumane conditions of the cell were no big deal as I was extremely psychologically prepared after having walked through nature for the past year. The guards on the other hand were not psychologically prepared for me to enter the prison as they knew I was there because they were doing the wrong thing. They felt uncomfortable. They also knew that formal punishment was not a threat to me as I used the isolation cells as meditation centers. I was struck with disappointment at the mistreatment of people who had committed no crime other than being born in a different place on earth.
In the end strangly enough it was the Belgium government who committed a crime by breaking national law and releasing me. The law states that I´m fully within my rights to stay in the prison until identified, and I never formally was!
I would appreciate if you read more about the system of immigration detention in “Belgium”. This is pretty much standard all around the world. There is an underground site that I recommend: www.gettingthevoiceout.org
The fault is inherent in the system, as governments are constructed on an electoral system that encourages candidates to spend all their time trying to harness popularity, so those who really need to be helped, the people with no voice, get trampled on.
After being released I had to take time to meditate over my next step. I rode a train without a ticket out of “Belgium” to “Luxembourg”. I stayed for about a month and wrote an except for a philosophical magazine and did a radio interview. For the duration of the stay (and the whole trip to date) I´ve still boycotted money. I then returned to the point in “Belgium” where I stopped the walk and recommenced.
I walked through the whole of “France” north to south, enjoying a luxury pit stop in Paris for four months (all the while still cashless). I´ve recently entered Basque country on the Iberian peninsula.
I´ve now walked from the northern most European country to the Southern most, but the trip is not finished. If I successfully walk through “Spain” I intend to find a way to enter Africa without papers or money.
“Yeah, yeah make sure you get a meal, but whatever you do never strive for perfection. The amateur lives a wide range of experiences but still never forgets who he is. The proffesional´s heart and mind got hijacked and hacked out by computers a long time ago. But still just keep kicking up a fuss and have a good time.” – A sober old man I met on a park bench (looked like Yoda with the dress sense of Darth Vadar)
…… …. …. …………… ……… …………….. …….
What did the establishment do to those who first suggested the world was round??
It was in fact those who followed the establishment blindly without the ability to consider different, new, and ever emerging schools of thought that got worked up and reacted violently to the progressive hypothesis.
It is possible that there was never any new thoughts and ideas, just the re-emerging and rounding off of ancient wisdom that is forever getting buried amongst shiny and fluffy things … Shiny and fluffy is not necessarily bad either, everything has its place thankfully!
What has been constant throughout time is that there have always been a small percentage that have suggested that the world is round, going against the razor´s edge, working for future generations with visions that can only be interpreted by those who have not had their creativity shaved by the carrots and whips of the illusion of hierarchy. These people whether vocal or not, can read with clarity what the majority may consider as dreams. Even today there exist those that declare that the world is not flat. This I promise They can see that society has continually progressed — and will always progress — back round in a circle until politics is dismantled in entirety.
“Fascism” and “anarchy” are mere abstractions of reality. They are terms of no coherent meaning. They are both only printed on paper to show each other up as circus.
However, what some particle physicists acknowledge as truth is when matter collides with anti-matter they both annihilate each other — and light is produced … it is this light, that is worth harnessing and releasing.
Just a few footnotes!
Throughout the roughly 3000km walk I have boycotted money entirely (that means I left the house with 0 kroners and haven’t accepted one over the past years and a half).
And … This Christmas , we shaved the ol’ mans beard off, warmed things up by burning a fire at the bottom of our chimney – and incinerate him if he tries to break and enter, and showed our children this video instead of rotting their brains and teeth with sugar and cheap whistles. If you want to teach them bluff and fairy tales, at least tune them in to someone who can back it up (er … until shoulder pain kicks in).
This is a nicely written up synopsis of moneyless life by Finnish hitchhiking guru and authour Tomi Astikainen, check it out. ———– NO SERIOUSLY CHECK IT OUT, ITS STRAIGHT FORWARD, he´s even omitted the slight-of-hand fifty-two card deck stage one novice card tricks. He also has a few books and the key to an explosive adventure attached.
The intersection between the playground and the jungle. You only begin to travel when you detach yourself from what you believe are the objects, people or concepts, that you believe are essential for travel.
I guess I could´ve kept my passport in its case, nice and dry, and below one hundred degrees celsius … but to carry it I would have had to teach myself to carry more unjustified prejudice which would have been even more difficult. To retain both my passport and frame of mind would be like entering a forested area to enjoy and examine wild grasses whilst lugging around a cement mixer just in case.
This is now the time and place to read (and follow instructions if you dare) through the treasure map to a world where time doesn·t exist!!!!!!!!
Firstly, apologies for boring you with the uncreative web address name “Ibby walks”. The address was initially made because I created this page to swap toddlers photos with my mum when I was homesick overseas. Then I realised I had many mothers that were looking at the page simultaneously…
Or not ..
Or something like that …
So I guess I should now start to tidy up my webshite now?
Or not! The universe is the antithesis or order, so to try to clean it up by imposing my will on it would be a touch arrogant don’t you think.
So I try to act locally with the people around me. Which means away from this voodoo gadget. Here you will get a glimpse for a split microsecond through the end of the Hubble telescope (if you’re lucky) at how rich life is without money (a money filled life is one of permanently scamming people for a bargain) or transport (the vehicle for those who cannot live in the present.
Gandhi on singularity:
“If you wish for computers to sap your last drops of humanness and completely annihilate life forces, then be the change and keep licking this screen.”
(The aboves a misquote by the way. The gist is more or less right but he added in swear words repetitively and intermittently as he was reincarnated into a more modern setting when the discussion took place …
but the details are not important)
This a page, that has not been well maintained with age.
Better than than just find my personal page on facebook if you´re going to use the beast in anyway “Ibby E Okinyi”, add me, and throw me a comment here or there.
I receive all messages but I go through periods of little internet access , so I’ll get back to you when I can. I’m always ten minutes early for all appointments (that way I have an excuse to leave them before they’re finished).
Do you understand my drif – ting?
Okay put it this way, I leave massive holes in my text like this …
So you have the time between sentences to jump out the side window of your house and run.
Or be polite and hand the keys over to your house mate with a hug and softly close the door after you
or if you’re a chicken, make a coffee and have a wank.
Merci à mes nouveaux amis français que j’ai rencontrés au cours des 6 derniers mois.Vous êtes très apprécié! Malhereusment mon français est toujours la merde, est encore la merde, et je préfère vous écrire la poésie avec le pie, mais de toute façon ici, c’est un article pour vous
Hi, thanks for coming! My names Ibby … and I do nothing.
That’s why you may get something out of this website (especially if you study the spelling and grammatical errors )
Hi, thanks for nothing, my names Ibby … and I try to do nothing because generally nothing is a lot less destructive than something.
I’m sitting here eagerly awaiting a massive world-wide economic crash … In fact, I’ve already invested all my cash on it. Let’s hope the worldwide economic “catastrophic” crash makes haste and beats the death knell of the atomic free-for all crash, the final whip of the UV lash, or the total human personality crash, where we all assume the characteristics of a flat screen.
The only beef I’ve got with the flat screen personality crash (or whatever you want to label it) is that I never really owned cutting edge technology so if we all start to morph into these gadgets, I won’t exactly know or understand how to conduct myself without freaking people out. Is that being self-centered? Or should I learn to light up when someone plugs a live 240 volt cable into my ass and stares at me with an open mouth for 10 hours a day? It just doesn’t feel natural to try to get used to it, sorry if I’m old-fashioned can’t help it.
Hmmm, if I was crouched over in the middle of that arid postapocalyptic desert with radioactive vultures munching away at what remained of my right testicle, at least spare me the pain of seeing someone wave a mortgage at me trying to get hold of my left one. …
Please … Don’t take both of them, at least leave me half of one … or at the very least the quantity required to help me to piss the little water I may find in the bottom of whatever iPipes are lying around … If your cojones are required to assist in that anatomical process of urination. If not, then whatever, forget what I’m talking about and charge me.
Don’t be lame, if we want to accelerate progress why not directly nuke the arctic?
And If you do so, do it with one of those silent bombs so at least I can finish my dreams and enjoy the last three minutes of my life. See I’d probably be sleeping in a tent and if I got woken I’d wake to a meal of plastic melting into my mouth and up my nose, and to walk all over the world and wind up in Maccas for my last meal would kind of make me think I took the wrong choice way back at school when the careers councilor took me into her office. I may start to feel helpless or scalpless or something like this.
Just shut-up and do your dirty work if you really have to do it. But let me stay oblivious in peace, or at least without cheap melted cheese.
Poets whose prose make more sense than their lifestyle, are professional liars who are so good at their job, that they’ve already convinced themselves that they’re telling the truth. They can be at any stage softly encouraged to come out from behind their shield of possessions, fire their reputation, and live in life itself.
I’ve currently been living without money for over a year and a half whilst walking 2500km (at a really slow average pace of 4km per day). The blog was initially built to show artistic solidarity with those who showed me solidarity on the way.
Now the blog is marketed as a free-for-all circus which is also an exaggeration, as the website does nothing unless you switch off your computer and jump out the side window of your house and run.
The header entries are to be read first … Whilst you’re opening the window …
On the right panel you’ll find a collection of short essays or poems, and on this page you’re reading a few different videos, music and an overview of some free family activities like burning down passports to get granted a free visa to immigration detention centers.
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End Chapter I
End Chapter II
End Chapter III
End Chapter IV
End Roman numerals
Whilst walking along the Loire river I stumbled into a small town called Blois. I was kind of in a hurry to migrate south 300Km to beat the snow this winter … but then my ears dragged me into a trance, then under a saxophone and into a jam session. We had such a fun time that we decided to make an album one song a day…
One song a day makes this music tribal music not stereo music. Music from one of those tribes that you think doesn’t exist because its members run so fast that you can’t see them or feel them. You know what I mean?
What do you mean you know what I mean? How can you know what I’m talking about if you can’t see it or feel it. If you know what I mean … then I guess I don’t really know what you mean …
OK whatever goes, just check it out
I got a great review for the album by the way “Ibby this is a fantastically high-tech production, your voice sounds like Pavarotti through a serious distortion pedal. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate it lives in a cave and is mal-adjusted to technology”
(that review was from my mum by the way, the one who I swap toddler photos with … don’t tell anyone)
Put on your judges wigs and let’s get off to the more serious business.
… AND HE JUMPED OUT
THE SIDE WINDOW OF HIS HOUSE AND RAN !!! !!!
(On the 4th of June, 2012, I celebrated the 1 year anniversary of my divorce with money, she took my entire estate, BUT … … … … … I fought successfully to regain full custody over my mind)
by Ibby & Okinyi, professional trader of the elementary building blocks of every human construction,
the items more vital than water…
cough cough cough …
If I claimed I presented you this website in a minimal layout to avoid showering you in gimmicks, I’d be deceiving you. And maybe it’s not that I’m too lazy or incompetant to make it look better either. You see … back in the stone age all web sites looked like this, so I could possibly be trying my best to mimic the ancient formula to give this work a little historic value … Besides … The only way to read the essays is to turn off the computer, and jump out the side window of your house and run …
and then tell me where it is.
The army of the future marched into countries with stealth, ‘brutelessly’ colonising them. They had no need for violent force or suppression of information, as they knew that love and logic would eventually permeate in all directions irrepressibly.
In each region of conquest, instead of planting a flag (an archaic object designed to magnify differences between people), they planted a pair of well-worn socks. Resisters would smell the essence of what all humans are really constituted of.
Or something like that.
This book is being written whilst the author walks over a continent on a quest to further understand reality.
The experiment observed the following rules :
The use of transport is forbidden: (This would take me out of the where I am, contrary to the objectives of the experiment)
These days on occasion I may take a little transport if there is an exceptional reason, but I make sure it takes me back to the same place it picked me up. Cars are one of the most offensive objects on our horizon that regularly fuck with our visionary abilities. We all continually move forward as one mass, gathering energy and radiance.
The use of money is STRICTLY forbidden: An unnecessary distraction for a strong human in its prime, an object not worth its weight
*** The use of alcohol, tobacco and drugs prohibited: Today I explore this reality, not that one
*** (This rule was held for a year, whilst walking Paris to Oslo, it’s been dropped for the second rotation around the sun, to keep myself flexible , otherwise the experiment would have been too easy)
I have promoted myself, I am now boss over myself (and boss over no one else). (Whilst curable starvation exists on this planet in such prevalence, I have no regard for the corrupt ineffective laws of the land which prevent the transition to a more just structure of resource distribution. National law will be over-ridden by the laws designed by my own morality.)
I am now going deeper
| (after exhausting my quota of power words: forbidden, STRICTLY,prohibited, boss, deeper, left is the remainder of the text which comes friendlier to the
Other than all the many obvious ethical reasons why one would wish to boycott money
and national ID.
Trolling for laughs is just as valid as any other in this society where the media tries to
into assuming the personality of dried prunes
Just because you run the media and your lust for money has fossilised you … you wish
to drag all the suckers
down with you into the bog of scummy objects? … What if I want to be a healthy carrot
not a packaged up
then, I guess I should …
D O I T N O W !!
Belleville, Paris, June 2012… … ??? … The center and intricate right panel (and all that looks the best to the eye) courtesy of artist from L.A., alien specialist (and fun person) B.B. Bastidas currently doing two gallery exhibitions in Paris. So don’t be just unjust, show off your tonsils or at least your molars, have a laugh. Get down there! Now !!
(then) GET UP!!!
“If you arrive at the end of the universe, and find yourself separated from Utopia by an
“unshatterable” transparent barrier,throw yourself at it with all your weight.
If you work at it your whole life and only manage to chip it,
not only will your children inherit your attitude,
but you’ve come a chip closer to the paradise that the children of your children’s children’s children will inherit.”
(happy new year !!)
31/12/2011 (11.59pm) -Inside Merksplas center for illegals.
SORRY OUT TIME … TELL YOUR STORY WALKING BUDDY!
The new edition of Buiten de Orde (it translates to “Out of order” I think … but then
again so is my Dutch) ! It costs a whopping 2.50Euro because those who dedicate their
time into producing it seek greater profits that are non-monetary, (for example
demonstrating that things can be achieved without financial incentives). I was
lucky to have the opportunity to write a personal letter for the magazine, and
it’s nestled amongst many other even more interesting and different ideas
from a diverse range of people who are willing to think for themselves….
Check it out … (or believe that change comes from within the order, okay
well maybe not from your boss but from his boss, that jerk? … well what
about his boss, who that greasy dude who’s so tripped out he thinks his a
woodpecker and has been trying to make love to the mast of his luxury
yacht for the last 6 months… I don’t know but either way don’t look at
this post in case someone sees you… especially as that person may be a
14/5/2012 – a) The Ballet of Bluffs has a new facebook page.
Will it save the world, no the lovely madame doesn’t need saving.
Many people told me it made them think though, others told me it was the most
elaborate form of mindless spam that had ever crossed their line of vision …
If you consider that The Ballet of Bluffs may fall into any of these categories (or any other)
then please consider spreading it like sexual frustration in the vatican.
b) There is a facebook event (with a website attached) launched primarily
to give attention to a new global project and yahdeedah-bladyblah. You may
read about it there. The by-product is there is space in the event where
relevant ideas, events or art can be advertised. Please do so.
Media is a critical resource that’s been in the hands of a few (generally out-of-touch
and conservative) gentleman until the decade. Let’s not squander this newly acquired
asset. The aim of activism is to raise awareness by finding a medium to carry worthy
concepts from the free thinkers into the mainstream.
As amusing as it is to flirt with a 350 year old dude with fake tits and a mustache
who’s trying to fool me into believing she’s Aprodite’s identical twin, that’s not
the reason I joined social media half a year ago. (Maybe that’s why I stayed on
social media reports haven’t been confirmed yet).
14/5/2012 – “The ancient treasure map to a world where time doesn’t exist.” Published
A tourist guide I was invited to write as an outsider whisked through the exotic
streets of Luxembourg… for one who only settles for the plush side of existence.
READ THE ABOVE ARTICLE IT’S MEDICINE FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH !!!
The philosophical and political magazine gave me rough guidelines here to trick me into not
confusing myself as I wrote. I appreciate this and you may as well because it’s a little more
connected than other pieces.
Have you ever examined the footprints of an immigrant, or at least paused to think what it’s
like to live a life where you are continually instructed to assimilate (become more normal)?
Are you and your family really that poor, or could you modify your attitude a little to share
some space and try to waste a little bit less? After so much evolution in the global political
structure in the last few generations; the independence of many colonies after years of being
squeezed dry, the end of apartheid (on paper), the demolition of the Berlin wall, who is willing
to try to push that little bit further to arrive at a world completely free of the caste system…
a borderless society, in both a political and subconscious sense.
After my stay inside immigration detention, stabbed in the soul by witnessing first-hand
what people are prepared to allow others to endure under the pretext of saving money
(an object people don’t even understand), I’m often comforted by my firm belief that the
globe is in transition and humans will eventually unite without distinctions. But how long
do we have to continue to pay the toll? How long we will have to bare the knowledge that
millions of children who live south of the Meditarranean starve to death each year unnoticed
whilst the news raves on-and-on about a crisis in Greece and Spain (in both countries food
still rots in bins due to overproduction and poor distribution).
Through history there have always only ever been a small percentage of people not content
with the status-quo, understanding that a leap in political consciousness (not spiritual
consciousness) is possible. And I hope to be one of them providing it’s not a cosy Sunday
If you examine history you will see that these warriors have followed their heart,
seeing through the world of propaganda that attempts to pacify us all. They have
shattered the constricting shackles that we impose on ourself through fear of judgement.
They have understoodthat being vocal is not a sign of disrespect for society but rather
the ultimate respect for humanity and its ability to advance.
Although these people may not be fully understood at the time of their actions, they
have all eventually succeeded in achieving what they set out to, even if the greater
extent of their work has not been understood until a couple of generations after their
So to all those who are currently challenging the mindsets of others and spreading
awareness, thanks for thinking of the generations to come, and inspiring us all by
publicly denouncing wrongs and continuing the harmonious anarchic work of our
If you can do all the above crap steroid free whilst simultaneously having a good time,
then you get a promotion to the next level and a session with the big boss …
……………………Have fun and keep tickling the robots ………………………………………..
(Its only relevant if you want my recommendations on how to use the net
for activism in 2012.)
THE ALARM HAS BEEN SCREACHING FOR FAR TOO LONG, IF YOU HAVENT
YET RISEN CONSIDER YOURSELF SLOW AND OUT OF SHAPE, THE NATURAL
TREADMILL HAS NO MERCI!!!
IF YOU ARE GETTING WOKEN FROM YOUR DAZE, AT LEAST THANK YOURSELF
THAT IT WAS BEFORE THE ICE COLD WATER FROM THE MELTING POLES
CAME TO GREET YOU, AND SIMULTANEOUSLY BID YOU, ME, AND THE REST
OF OUR FAMILY OF LEMMINGS FAREWELL.
1) Walked “Norway” to “France”. Driving away from the world of transport has
led me to more adventures and adrenalin than any previous lifestyle I’ve known. Once
you’ve had the pleasure of leaving everything behind and swimming through a river that
crosses your path, you’ll enjoy the pleasure swimming through every river that crosses
your path, especially if it’s around the time of the green Scandinavian midsummer.
2) I haven’t touched money since June 2011. So what? No big achievement.
It’s sad if money is the focal point of your existence.
3) I wrote this book without owning a computer. There are way too many
objects out there, I don’t consider myself special enough to require any of my own.
We impose enough tax on the environment as it is.
4) I burnt my passports in front of police and they told me they loved me.
I was sincere and so were they. Why should we not love a fellow human? Afterall they are
ninety-nine point nine percent the same as us. There is no proof that they are not just us.
A passport is racism on a flakey bit of wood, that’s all.
Passport burning tips for you and your mates: If you use petrol you can force
your new friends to jump higher, if you use petrol liberally you can turn the passport
into a children’s inflatable jumping castle!!!
(If you believe that the only valid revolution is a leap in consciousness, the main idea
of political action is to evoke thoughts. So it makes sense to record acts and get them
out there. If you place four or five journalists around with fancy cameras, there is a
better chance that workers will think a little before acting robotically. This video has
also functioned as my ID for police. When they view the recording, they get an
opportunity to think critically as well.)
5) You still reading? Why aren’t you writing?
6) I managed to find my way into an immigration detention center in “Belgium”
for three weeks
and bring the internet into the facilities and people’s story outwards (check link below).
Not even journalists or relatives have access to the center. But go ahead trust your
government, blindly vote, convince yourself of its importance if it makes you feel furry.
If you intend an action, you should show that it is premeditated and not just spur of the
moment insanity. An honest little video is all that’s required. This was recorded off a mac
book, without rehearsal. A friend put in the subs and music. It’s not special or
state-of-the-art, but its good enough to show there is a human with reasoning behind
his actions. The intended audience for this video are the workers within the facility.
That is why it was important to make a dutch copy as well. This action had much
more effect on the inside of the immigration detention facility than it did on the
outside of it.
Maybe I am playing with the immigration laws, but its important to remember
that they are only laws. Furthermore, they are laws that play around with real
7) I was lucky to be invited to participate in a party outside Merksplas. It was especially
emotional because I still had many good friends held there. There were gypsy bands, Djs,
speakers more powerful than massive outdoor concerts that echoed off the evil walls.
The inmates even educated us on what was happening inside as we broadcast telephone
call. It was a great group effort organised anonymously with the participation of many
A video of event courtesy of my good friends @ Occupy Rotterdam
(my home tent whilst away )
Coverage courtesy of Indy media:
8) “Belgium” has recently repetitively showed their citizens, that they wished to
squash all democratic expressions of freedom of protest. I even observed a court
case where the police prosecutor quoted Mussolini. To save my time and the police`s
time I decided to do the right thing and go and protest directly at the police station.
I occupied the Central Brussels Police station for 3 days I found this
exercise very fruitful as I had contact with about 200 police, some managed to
eventually jump out of their uniform and embrace their human side.
9) Dreaming and loving, loving the dreaming
Welcome to the humanitarian aid to the “1st” world project
(the Ballet of Bluffs in a Belly of FIRE !!!!!)
by Ibby & Okinyi
If you still have a passport my advice to you is read as far as the preface.
Take out your passport and incinerate it. Laugh, feel good, and only
then read on.
Happy burning Ibby
Before the bulk of the philosophies, pseudo-philosophies and outright bluffs,
I’m leaving this website constructed by friends when I was held in immigration detention in “Belgium”.
I smuggled out writing through visitors and SMS’s as internet and cameras were
banned in the facility. All humans, should feel a deep shame for still allowing these cages to still exist.
In the future, when all humans are given equal rights at birth, and free passage
exist for all over the planet, we will look back at these times and wonder how we
could have been so brainwashed into nationalism, and how borders never served
to benefit anyone at all. It will be acknowledged that they only perpetuated starvation,
they kept the rich too paranoid to experience interactions with others and enjoy the
diversity or cultures and ideas. Borders will be etched into history books as the one
big bluff that justified the exploitation of our environment for the benefit of the
fictitious national economy.
If you’ve understood the trends of the times properly, you’ll realise that borders
are on the way out. But the quicker the better. With this amount of information
available world-wide I guess that we are living in the last generation of this senseless
structure of borders and national competition.
Thanks to those who created the below website from
SMS and letters smuggled out of detention -Ibby
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