United Nation of Ghosts

Genocides and atrocities have exterminated millions of our people. In the name of carrying out policies.

Then we have this “democratised” taking of lives during the pandemic.

People of all races, classes and genders (and now age groups) died.

All formed a United Nation of Ghosts…with General Assembly and Articles of Condemnation.

They seek to condemn us, living folks (and soon DEFINITELY joining them, if unvaccinated).

They are right to condemn us.

We definitely are living in blind-spot nations.

The United Nation of Ghosts, short for UNG, is by nature united in a common thread: No Fear of retribution we human are always preoccupied with.

The other side of death frees UNG to see, to say and to act on what’s best for their world, with common interests.

UNG spends not on killing, on weapons of mass-destruction, on taking and re-taking wastelands such as Afghanistan.

UNG – the flip side of angels’ nation – call a spade a spade.

No way around telling the truth.

UNG don’t spend time worrying and pondering about death.

A growing nation, UNG don’t seek revenge. Just wait. Things will come to them.

They meet like a 9/11 Commision, collecting and collating all the facts and angles.

Yet UNG feel pity for the living.

UNG don’t even play politics, or posture about pivoting or punishing others – the enemies.

UNG don’t need vaccines and certainly are not afraid of an increase in 2 degrees Celsius.

Nature gives and nature takes away. One simple rule.

The only way out is to be mindful that at any given moment, we’re to enter UNG without a passport or visa.

No need to rush the line at the Embassy of UNG. To show creds or qualifying papers.

The last chopper out of the nation of the living, carries a load of all sizes and shapes, people who pay taxes and people who are freeloaders, orphans and nuns, bell hops or bar girls.

UNG accept all, and embrace all. Death is quite an equaliser and a tranquilliser. Weighlessness even.

It’s where the Sun, stars and Moon start greeting you, more pronounced than a Walmart greeter.

Welcome home. Take your time. Reflect and recollect. All the good deeds and all your regrets. Everything is free but then, you’re already free (of desires). The economics and politics of UNG are mind-boggling, out of this world.

The infra-structure of UNG doesn’t depend on the law of physics i.e. force and counter-force. Only the application of Karma, its underlying architecture. The road is long, crowded, flows freely unhindered with burden, laden or debt. No scarcity.

Yet in this life, scarcity dictates, fear rules, and everything is not for free without you fighting for it. You can resign and retreat, and just let the clock does the ticking. Time will do us in. UNG is where time-out meets time clocked in.

No tax, no spend, no compromises and no death tolls. Already dead, duh! Alpha and Omega intersect in perfect union. Your opinion is not solicited. All understood, sous entendus. Verbal or non-verbal. Start making new friends….for we all are going to meet again, seeing each other again in new light…at UNG. Meanwhile, still get work to do, kids to educate and infrastructure spending bill to pass. The road is long and in need of patching-up.