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The Jon Frum Movement

The Jon Frum movement appeared for the first time in the 1940s in the New Hebrideans. At that time some 300,000 American troops established themselves in the New Hebrides. The islanders were impressed both by the egalitarianism of the Americans and their obvious wealth and power. This led them to conflate perceived benefactors such as Uncle Sam, Santa Claus and John the Baptist into a mythic figure called John Frum, who would empower the island peoples by giving them cargo wealth. The power of Jon Frum appeared to be confirmed by the post-war influx of tourists to the region, who brought with them a degree of material prosperity to the islands. The movement was involved in the quest for independence in 1980 and continues today.

At the heart of the movement is a mythic messianic figure called Jon Frum, who allegedly appeared on the island of Tanna and who is variously identified as a god who lives in the crater of Tanna's highest mountain with his several thousand strong army or the 'king of America'. Jon Frum day is celebrated annually on 15 February; it is believed that Jon Frum will return on this day, bringing with him the cargo from heaven that westerners are selfishly diverting for themselves.

The most sacred symbol of the Jon Frum movement is a red cross. On Jon Frum day prayers and flowers are offered at the cross. In addition to this members involve themselves in a flag raising ceremony and a miltary parade in which they carry rifles made of bamboo.


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Dubai Dreaming

Only eleven more days until my birthday...I would be excited but it is Dubai that I am really looking forward to in twenty days. 

Checklist:

passport

camera

good book

money

desert shoes

wallet

bible

Mental Checklist:

21

freedom

wits

courage

language

Livin' in the TARDrix

As I exit this humble dream of idealism I join reality with a red jaded eye on the all my past transgressions. Could the tumultuous maze of my emotions really be so predictable that I can know my anxious mornings and lonely nights even months in advance. So far have I come and yet so far can I fall from you my God whose comfort sooths like like a million raindrops on my cold tin roof. My companions who leave with me are the fools of old who know not what your judgement could drown them in. Their hearts crumble with the crusty flakes of pity that settle under the couch until we all move out.
I leave them at their games as you take me further into your world of understanding.
Whose pulse is beating in this skin?
Whose eyes moist and dreary glean your radiance from the early sun?
A sun so fast it makes me dizzy to stand upon reality.
A symbol for peace could be a dove, a white flag, a wave, starry night, moon, dancing bridge, red tunnel, green sweater, party pants, severe mercy, dead sheep, cold shoulder, last kiss, and maybe even love.
A symbol for love could be a.......
Your love is like no other though! No other could love me as you do. BROKEN and RAW I come crawling to your resting place.
The West is no longer the best for me anymore...could I ever have imagined anything else.

I am a wordy man with wordy thoughts that lean to lengths that no longer allow me to sleep at night.....@#&%*.

How can I become more simple?