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So far 800 cases like this have become known.

The poisoned Falun Gong practitioner:

I don't know what they do to me.

I have been here now for I don't know how long,

but I am not alone at least.

We are a number in this concentration camp,

but I don't know how many,

since I cannot count correctly any more.

I don't know why they make us invalids

unfit for work, disqualified for anything, -

perhaps to show the world how dumb we are,

as if the world would close their eyes to what we were before

we were sequestered, isolated and imprisoned

just for sticking faithfully to universalism,

the association with the cosmic mind

in Lao Tzu's and Buddha's imitation,

which for some strange reason the authorities

decided to have us exterminated for;

but I must say their methods are peculiar.

We are loaded, force-fed with destructive drugs,

we don't know which, they put them in our food,

or they inject them into us by force,

so we become like vegetables,

losing the control of our bodies,

of our mind and memory,

our faculty for analytical and logic thought,

our will to reason and our energy to live,

while at the same time we of course become unfit for work

and merely exist as zombies, lying dying in our beds,

like wrecks but wrecked on purpose,

why? Because we had free minds?

Believed in something better,

stuck to our cultural traditions,

aimed for some religious higher meaning of our lives?

I just don't understand why our authorities

insist on undermining and destroying

everything that shows a different path

from the established lies of their dictatorship,

as if that was a sensible activity,

which no one in the world can see

how it could lead to anything except destruction.

A true story

It was a lady who told me the story.

She was staying in a house out in the country

with an ancient giant oaken tree quite close

with branches stretching over it

and roots down deep under the basement.

She found difficulty sleeping in this house,

and gradually the aches began in all her limbs,

which she could not explain,

since there was nothing wrong with her.

No sleep, and aches all over,

unexplainable, and then a total sadness

that just made her cry for nothing

while the pains increased intolerably.

Suddenly she realized:

it was that old tree affecting her.

Her female empathy had found communion with the tree,

which recently had had two giant branches cut,

which now the tree was seized with anguish for,

in pain trying to heal and not to bleed to death.

The tree was something like three hundred years of age,

and at that age to have some amputation is no easy matter.

Trees are human, and their DNA is close to our own.

It has been proved, that when some trees are cut down in a forest,

it is felt by other trees and even trees as far away

as in the very other end of that same forest,

which is like an organism and a community,

where all the trees co-operate communing with each other.

That was something about trees, their sensitivity and human feelings,

and about the fact how actually it hurts in all Dame Nature

when they are cut down.

This dilemma calls for some urgent and constant attention:

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Dalai Lama's shattered dream for Tibet

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By B. GAUTAM

The Japan Times

Saturday, May 26, 2007

MADRAS ? Tibet looks like a dream shattered. You feel this when you hear the stories of horror told and retold by Buddhist monks and nuns who have escaped from Tibet and taken refuge in Dharamshala, the center of the Dalai Lama's government in exile in India.

Nestled in the foothills of the snow-clad Himalayas, Dharamshala is deceptive in many ways. The Dalai Lama hides deep worries behind his serene smile: He knows he is not going to live forever, and the community he leads could lose any hope, however faint it may be, of seeing a free Tibet.

The nuns and monks who have run away from years of humiliation and torture at the hands of the Chinese in Tibet also despair. They know that their sacrifice may have been in vain.

Once a supremely spiritual civilization, Tibet revered the Dalai Lama before the Chinese invasion in the 1950s. It is this religious society that Beijing is bent on destroying ? maiming and killing anybody who refuses to give up his beliefs or who harbors the slightest hope of political autonomy. The Chinese have torn apart monasteries and killed roughly 1.2 million Tibetans since the annexation in 1959.

Now, however, China has adopted a more tactical approach to crushing Tibetan resistance. The country's president, Hu Jintao, who once imposed martial law on Tibet, has realized that heavy-handed steps lead to greater rebellion as well as international attention and protests. Since Beijing covets the billions of barrels of oil and gas recently discovered in Tibet, it has begun to co-opt Tibetans in modernizing the Roof of the World, while quietly silencing the core of dissent, monkhood.

Although China has said publicly it will promote and encourage Buddhism as well as restore monasteries and palaces to their former glory, the picture behind this veneer of tolerance is still one of ruthless elimination. The Chinese hold patriotic conclaves where Tibetan monks and nuns are told to forget the Dalai Lama.

As Tibet's capital city, Lhasa, undergoes changes beyond recognition, with even a rail link to China, Tibetans are being slowly pushed to the fringes. An increasing number of Chinese are setting up shop and home in Lhasa ? with train services facilitating such relocation. Beijing knows this is the best way to control the local population.

Chinese officials often blatantly cheat rural Tibetans out of their own land, convincing them to give it up for promises of property in the city. The promise is never kept, and the farmland goes to Chinese entrepreneurs, who convert it into industrial zones.

Watching almost helplessly from afar is the Dalai Lama, who knows that if he does not set foot in Tibet before he dies, his people will be furious. His strategy of a middle path ? asking for greater political and cultural autonomy instead of total freedom and holding talks with Chinese envoys ? has not yielded results. His people know that Beijing is waiting for his death, after which the Tibetans may find themselves rudderless.

Many Tibetans are not willing to go down without a fight. Today, at Dharamshala, one can hear open criticism of the Dalai Lama. He is accused of selling out to the Chinese. Campaigning against the Dalai Lama, and for total freedom, is Tenzin Tsundue, a young Tibetan who has become the most important figure among the exiles in Dharamshala. He and his band of followers have abandoned the Dalai Lama's peaceful approach and draw their strength from militants like Palestinians.

This may go against the very grain of Buddhism, whose founder believed in one overriding principle: nonviolence. But Tibetan youngsters who adore Tsundue have little time or patience for values that have gotten them nowhere.

In India, Tibetans have stormed Chinese consulates and the embassy. During a recent visit by Hu Jintao, a young Tibetan tried to immolate himself outside the Bombay hotel where the Chinese president was staying.

Tibetan hardliners are targeting the 2008 Beijing Olympics and the new train line to Lhasa. In the days to come, violence could manifest itself more intensely in various ways. When the Dalai Lama finally goes, his followers will have little to fall back upon. The hardliners may then try to convince Tibetans that since the Dalai Lama's Buddhist doctrine of peace, love and the middle path did not fetch any tangible result for decades, violence is the only answer.

But with China ready to treat such Tibetans as terrorists in a world that is growing weary of violence and bloodshed, the new Tibetan approach to winning freedom may well come to nothing.

What seems more likely to happen is that Tibet will be firmly amalgamated with China as all traces of its ancient civilization and spirituality vanish. Tibetan culture may end up as just another chapter in a history book.

B. Gautam

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The problem is the greatest dictatorship in the world, which the whole world kowtows to in submission to its capitalistic success: so far it has paid to support this totalitarianism, so all opportunists (which most of mankind are) continue encouraging the regime that slaughtered its own subjects at Tiananmen Square 4th June 1989, forces abortion and sterilization on mothers who have more than one child, still worships their Big Brother Dictator Mao as something of a saint although he was the greatest murderer in history with some 100 million homicides on his responsibility, and so on. 

Dictatorships are not acceptable and must never be acceptable, especially after the century that brought forth dictators like Mussolini, Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Kim Il Sung, Kim Jong Il, Mugabe, Idi Amin and Pol Pot, who was actually directed in his genocide against his own people by Mao. 

As long as the world supports any dictatorship, the world will continue going to hell. 

I cannot help it, but in those dramatic lines

for centuries now published under Shakspere's name

I keep on hearing Marlowe's mighty line,

as if behind Macbeth and Hamlet, Julius Caesar and Othello

there was Tamburlaine behind them all at bottom,

buried deep but never dead

in ever resurrected unsurpassed consistent cruelty,

a theme recurrent constantly in Marlowe

in the Jew, the duke of Guise, the fate of Faustus

and poor royal Edward; buried to the triumph of the boring Puritans

obscurely atheistically and anonymously whisked away

to be replaced by Shakspere's chastized mollified modification

without controversial stuff but with the poetry triumphing

over death and vanity the more in booming verse

in straight continuation from the drama launched by Marlowe.

Well, it has been proved that Marlowe was in difficulty

seriously accused of atheism and homosexuality

and other controversial stuff most insolently published by himself,

like pamphlets against church and order and an atheistic lecture,

which would mean, if he did not abscond,

then he would certainly be executed.

Now his death appears as the most masterfully staged

of all Elizabethan plays, a well concealed intrigue performed obscurely

just to make a show of a most controversial poet's demise

for the obvious purpose to just let him be, remain alive

and go on with his work, but under cover, for security.

Thus Shakspere enters as a mediator

for the continuity of Marlowe's drama, although modified,

to let it grow in ever more astounding glory

in its mighty lines on stage

to never die, like Macbeth, Hamlet and Othello,

Julius Caesar and the mighty Tamburlaine the great,

most threatening and most immortal menace of them all.