Having an Agenda – to build something

Welcome to the physical world!! Getting more physical means we want to get together with others and build something.

And that means meeting.

And that means: Agenda!

Agenda = what we want to talk about.

Each person has the power to contribute. Each person has their agenda.

As easy as saying what you want a group to discuss is perhaps the single most powerful force that any human has to contribute in any social group.

In ANY culture!

Once a person gets their own group talking about what that person wants, then that person has power.

Power to change, power to improve, power to guide that group. Power for anything they want.

Just by contributing.

(Did you know that most social media activity is from an active 0.1% or less of the audience. 1% can be moved to contribute in only simple ways (like pressing “like” in very rare cases). The rest: they just watch. That means in 1,000 people, only 1 will be active).

Do you know why? Fear.

And what is the number one killer of any business? Fear.

The same!

Ahhh, a clue!

Business success = doing what most others (99.9%) won’t do = be engaged! Move aside your fear.


Get engaged.

In a business setting Robert Kiyosaki has a good summary for any broad business agenda (and just use it – always copy when you can, and improve, improvise in time):

  1. Mission
  2. Team
  3. Leadership
  4. Cash flow
  5. Communications
  6. Systems
  7. Legal
  8. Product

So getting each one of these 8 items “handled” is my typical agenda.

What is yours?

A Warrior’s Journey – Walking with Ayahuasca – Part 1

Graphic Accounts of 6 Ayahuasca sessions over 12 days on an island deep in the Peruvian Amazonian Jungle.  August 10 to August 22, 2012

by Jeremiah Emanuel Josey


With Thanks

Leah Farbstein for terrific editing.

Jenny McDonald for her loving feedback on early drafts.

Kaja Zu and Dajana Stupar for being the first to describe the riveting, almost-like-we-there experience from the first draft.

Lucinda Randolph, the motivated to do more.


We ride in a machine.  A complex, biological machine.  Our body. Evolved over millions of years of harmonious development with our earth. Our home.  Billions of years even, when considering the eons of practice and trial and error of assimilation of various elements: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulphur and on and on and on, to bring our body to the level of development it has reached today.  These bodies we inhabit are not from the Earth; they are the Earth.  Small pieces of Her.   In these bodies we spend a few short years of animation and emotion. Of mobility.  A joy ride before it returns to the soil and the water and the air.  Our mind, also a machine, residing in a different realm that which our bodies inhabit.  Close to, but not close enough to see or feel or touch or taste or hear it.  Non-physical.  The mind’s very existence and our direct experience of it tantalisingly pointing the way to a world beyond the physical.  A doorway.  A gate way even. Between “here” and “there”.

Then there is our soul: the “who-we-really-are”. A unique piece of consciousness and yet immutably connected for eternity to one and all.  This, our time on Mother Earth, is the journey of the soul, whilst riding in the body of a warrior, or saint, or priest, or lover or father or mother.

This is my journey, a warrior’s journey.  Why a warrior? Because of the battle one wages with the self, the mind, and it’s creations are a battle. The battle that leads to the calm from where the truth is seen. The is the warrior’s way  folds back the veil. I have learnt also that a warrior serves a different purpose.  To protect those that cannot protect themselves.

Ayahuasca is nature’s’ way of talking to our bodies, to our minds. Showing us who we really are, what we are and where we can go.


I have been writing and publishing online since the mid 90’s.  This is a compendium of my experience written from daily notes taken during an Ayahuasca retreat at Nature’s Hospital, near Iquitos, Peru from the 10th of August 2012 to the 23rd of August 2012.  I don’t believe that this particular venue is operating. My shaman was Don Alfredo, a veteran of 40 years, assisted by his wife, also a shaman, Claudia.

My notes became a book, because through reading over my short form notes my memory was coming back to me.  There were many, many images, visions and thoughts, that happened in the 3, 4, 5, sometimes up to 9 hours that these experiences lasted.

Why should you read it? Why would you care about my experience?  Well it’s not really for you.  It’s still for me.  By preparing a book on my experience, drafting, editing, drafting it again, publishing, this experience, my experience, works it’s way further into my consciousness as fact rather than as memory.  I encourage you to do the same. Find a good shaman, a good place. Go on a journey within yourself. Come back. Live life fully.

Sharing my experiences with you may help you in your own journey.  I know it will. Either toward the specific experience that I took or away from it. You’ll still have an experience.  It may also help you decide to embark on your own Ayahuasca journey, seeking the right path to do so.  There are many accounts of Ayahuasca experiences, those of Taylor Marie Smith and Graham Hancock were the most influential to me, and prompted me to take the journey that I am about to share with you.

Beforehand, I will say that I’ve never been interested in drugs per se. Alcohol is fun, highly socially acceptable, but not a habit. Tobacco is a fad long passed.  Other plant-based chemicals, once in common use, now strangely persecuted in many of today’s disparate societies are not attractive either.  Life is too much fun being fully aware.  It wasn’t until I watched the documentary “DMT – The Spirit Molecule” in early 2012 that I realised, here was something that would give me an experience that would be useful for my life, here was an experience where I could look at reality from the other side of the mirror and see it for what it is, an illusion, whatever that means for you.  After considering DMT further, I felt that only a guided journey into the realm would be satisfactory, or indeed even safe. I still maintain this.  Unguided journeys with DMT, Ayahuasca, or any plant derived chemical compound for that matter, will place your soul in peril, or at least you’ll spend a few life cycles wondering what is going on.  Always be guided. Either from this realm or another. But have the guide with you when you journey.

You will have your own views on why we are here, and what this is all about, and indeed what spirituality really is. For me, it’s living the best that one can possibly live.

Let us begin.

Day 1


The travel to Peru has been uneventful.  Straightforward.  Easy.  A pleasant flight from Amsterdam.  Pleasant conversation with my travel companion who was moving to Lima for 6 months to teach English.  An overnight stay in Miraflores area.  Pleasant walks along the high cliffs of that area. The Pacific Ocean is magnificent at sunset. The first time I’ve seen it from this side of the planet in the southern hemisphere. That massive expanse of water wrapping around most of our planet like a huge meniscus. Water is an amazing thing. And the sun disappearing over it.  I am relaxed. It is pleasant.

The next day, I was off to the airport, and off to Iquitos. Back over the Andes from where I was the day before, and down into the jungle of the Amazon.  I was the first out of the plane and then straight out of the tiny airport since I carried only hand luggage and I was sitting at the front of the plane.  The time was around 7 pm but the sun was still quite high. It was an hour or so from setting so there was ample light.  Brian from Nature’s Hospital was there to greet me. Of medium height and build, with his hair swept back into a shoulder length pony tail, his fair skin, and his mannerisms relaxed, obviously accustomed to the pace of life here.  He also had the air of someone doing something important. And he was. He was a conduit. The ferryman. For folk like me traversing the planet to a very particular experience to take us far beyond the realities of this world.   We didn’t find each other at first in that car park at the airport.  We had never met before so after some walking around, it soon became obvious to him that the two meter tall wandering white gringo must be his charge for the next two weeks.

Next was a fun ride in the taxi. It was fun because initially I didn’t realise that this beat up, almost falling apart car was a taxi, so the first thing I did when seated was eagerly shake the hand of the driver as if he would be part of my two-week journey, a member of Brian’s team.  He wouldn’t be. He was just the taxi driver.  I realised this a few minutes later when I saw all the other beat up almost falling apart taxis milling around Iquitos.  Our driver was a little embarrassed. I didn’t mind. I smiled. He gave a big toothy grin in return.

So we are in this taxi rolling in the direction that I assume is our destination.  It’s too noisy to speak, the windows are down because the air conditioning doesn’t work and it’s too hot and too humid not to have the wind blasting through the car.  There’s also the whine of the almost dead gearbox, rattling door frames and squeaking seats.  I will also mention the dying engine gasping for life, the suspension long gone and the obviously out of balance and out of alignment wheels causing the entire vehicle to shudder at certain speeds as it speeds up and slows down as it descends and ascends the gentle slopes of the meandering asphalt before us.  I ignore all of this and instead I admire the serene Amazonian jungle all around me, the scatterings of local dwellings and small farms, the setting sun and the blue, blue sky.  The irony of the passage of this relic of a car stumbling along the man made asphalted two lane strip carved through the stillness of such an ancient and pristine jungle is very apparent.  It is very beautiful.  Then,  with little warning – actually none – in the apparent middle of nowhere,  on the road, on the  “highway”, we stop. No pulling to the side. No indicators.  Just slowing and stopping.  Like the need to move just ceased to be important anymore, so hey, why not stop.  So we stop.  The engine stops too, but not really. It wants to keep running, like an engine does when it’s burning oil and heavily carbonised.  So it sputters a few more moments before giving in to this moment of rest and the silence of the twilight jungle fills in around us.  This is where we get out.  There is no traffic.  There are no street lights.  Brian pays the driver and we commence what turns into into a brisk thirty minute hike through the jungle. Brisk because we want to reach the camp before night fall.  I hear the driver behind us crank the engine into life and continue sputtering on his way.  Then the quiet envelops us again.  We enter the jungle on twilight and inside it becomes dark very quickly.  After fifteen minutes we cannot see except for the light from a torch that Brian produces from his pocket.  But the path is wide and relatively easy to traverse. I can see enough to guide myself following behind him.

Then we arrive.

The the clearing of the camp allows the twilight to reach the ground again.  The place is amazing.  Right in the middle of the jungle.  I can look for a few minutes before the night descends once and for all. There is no electricity.  Just lamps and candles.  Introductions are made.  There is only two or three people here.  I meet Ben, also born in Australia, who arrived the day before.  He’s working as a stunt double at an illusionist show touring South America and is taking some time out.  It turns out he lives walking distance from a place I used to live in Australia from years before.  It’s a small world.  We talk for a bit, and then tired from travelling I retire to my bed.

I woke from the deepest, deepest sleep with giant urge to go to the toilet. Again! I’ve been going regularly since I arrived in Peru.  I resolve to drink less water so late at night from now on.  Living in the Middle East I am constantly drinking water.  Now my body is dewatering.  It’s still dark.  I can sense that dawn is still far away.  But I must pee!  When I’m done I remember that I left my writing book in the kitchen and dining hut so I go up and retrieve it.  The little torch that Brian lent me cuts powerfully through the dark like a silver spear.  I feel a great sense of support walking between the buildings through the jungle. I’ve been in dark black places before where there was no support, in fact the opposite. Here it feels very safe.  There are lots of frogs making noises.  Birds too I later it is explained to me. And insects.  Night in the jungle is not a quiet time and I sleep with earplugs. I can see the eyes of the frogs reflecting back my silver spear as I move it across the jungle.  I return to bed and drop into deep sleep again.  Yet again I am awaken by another huge urge to go to the toilet.   I feel dawn is still far away.  My body is definitely offloading excess water.  I go out.  The crescendo of frogs, birds and insects greets me again. Now the moon is out. A nice crescent, only one-third full. It filters through the jungle canopy and gives an eerie glow to everything. Though again I feel safe, supported.

This time I drop back into a deeper sleep before awakening.

Day 2 (Aya Night)

I am lying in bed and I am awake. It is very early.  I can tell it is daylight, though it has barely arrived. Again the need to urinate is strong. I cannot stay long lying here.

I recall a vivid dream upon waking. In the dream I am asked by an unfaced, unknown person but I know that I know them, or at least they know me: “am I still in the business” and do I have the “thickening” – an image comes to my mind and the thickening is shown to me to be the connection between the left and right sides of my brain.  I say “yes”. I am emphatic in my response. A little doubtful in my feeling. Then strong again as I know, I see.

As I lay in my bed I think about whether the others are awake and something else comes to my mind and then something else.  There were three clear thoughts. No longer for my memory yet, very clear and vivid. Like realisations of events past. Clarity. Then gone. Assimilated into my being. The need for remembering not longer necessary. Already I can feel the jungle taking an effect on me.

I go to the toilet and when I come back I look at my watch and it is exactly 8 am. The second hand is coming up to the 12, less than 10 seconds to go. Breakfast time!  I am very hungry.  I have observed how when I have a clear thought or a feeling come to me and I glance at the time, it is a specific number, like 11:11, or 20:02, or 4:44.  It’s like it’s a confirmation that that thought or feeling is ok, a good one. Follow it. So I do.

Breakfast is a beautiful affair of traditional locally sourced fruits and pulses. It’s all locally sourced.  The low fat, no added sugar, no added salt regime for Ayahuasca that has invigorated for the past few weeks, continues now. I am feeling very light in my body.

One of the guests who arrived yesterday is Marco who has lived in Iquitos for the past 5 or so years. He comes to join in the ceremony for tonight.   He is from somewhere in the USA. After breakfast he shares with me a cigar from locally grown tobacco leaves.  Organic.  It is very fresh. The life of the tobacco plant still oozes from the leaves.  The taste? It’s smoke. I still don’t like it.

After our morning discussion following breakfast we all head off to the creek for a plant bath with our shaman don, Don Alfredo.  Don Alfredo is a small man, his frame efficient and lean with sinew.  He is a Shipibo indian who could be in the native amazon immediately without disturbance to his demeanour.  His skin dark brown and a fine leather.  His eyes smile in a piercing yet friendly way.  Knowledgeable and supporting.  All seeing.  It’s good to stare back into those knowing eyes.  No secrets here.  He is in his 50’s and has been a Shipibo shaman for more than 40 years, since he was a small boy.  His grandfather took him into the craft and his grandfather still guides him to this day, from the other side.

For the plant bath Don Alfredo has collected the leaves and flowers of a number of plants.  He has torn them by hand – by hand is important he says, to be connected –  into smaller pieces and stirred them with by hand – connected – this way and that in a half full bucket of water.  Water from the creek.  Cold water.  We line up in the creek and with a blessing Don Alfredo turns the plant infused water onto each of our heads in turn until it has all gone.  It has an invigorating feel, energising.  More than the feeling of cold from the water alone.  He instructs us to leave the plants remnants on us that have remained and wait for some time.  Then we can shake them off.  The energy of the plants can infuse into us in this way and it will prepare us for tonight’s first ceremony.

Day 3 (Recounting the Ceremony from the Night Before)

First Big Hit

We begin to gather in ceremony hut around 9 o’clock in the evening. The hut is large and circular with the roof high above us. The green insect netting gives the enclosure a secure feeling, although it is just netting and the jungle is all around us. It feels good.  It is constructed entirely from jungle trees and the thick, wide, green, uncured, timber boards on the floor feel cool and supportive.  Very supportive as I will find out on a later night.  There are about nine people in the hut including myself.  Six or seven of us will take the aya medicine tonight.  We find ourselves provided with plastic covered mattresses (the plastic cover is a good thing, for the reasons revealed later!), a blanket and some cushions. I take a place two places from the doors but the space is free between myself and the entrance.  Don Alfredo and his wife Claudia are directly opposite the entrance, about 3 or 4 mattress places around from me. They have small accoutrements next to them – cups for the Ayahuasca, candles, matches, tissues, scented oil, the Ayahuasca. All are either on a small table or around them.  They are sitting and smiling. Occasionally moving or adjusting something around them.

Slowly everyone gathers in the hut and we settle onto our mattresses.   There is a candle burning in the centre of the hut providing light for all.

Then Don Alfredo lights a cigarette and begins to blow smoke.  He stands and moves around us slowly blowing smoke over and around us. Clearing the spirits we are told.  Then from his table he takes a bottle with lightly transparent brown scented oil – a concoction with plants.  He takes a small mouthful and blows it directly onto the crown of each of us with a burst of his breath.  It is cool and fresh when it hits my scalp.  Now he is cleansing us, clearing us for the ceremony. He speaks a little in Shipibo and instructs us in spanish to have an easy night. Brian is translating for us. It is time to relax, take it easy and let mother Ayahuasca do her work.  Then,  one by one, we each move up and take a cup of Ayahuasca from the don.

It is my turn and I take the cup. It smells vile.  In one gulp I drink it all and it is vile.  I want to gag immediately, but I hold it down, my head shakes and convulses in reaction to it.  I go and sit down and using my will power I keep the brew inside me.  Then, once I feel the gag reflex has subsided I allow myself to relax and I go with it.  I feel my body move and let myself move and flow with it.  I am rocking from side to side, with only the slightest conscious attention to do so.  The Don is gently singing.  Shipibo music. Shipibo magic.  My head is gently rocking, moving. I am aware of the moving.  I am aware of the attention I am putting on the moving, and I am following the feeling.  This way, that way. It feels like I am guided, and I am watching.  Then suddenly after a period of time I can’t recall,  I feel a jolt.  A shake.  Something has “arrived”.  Arrived in me.  Landed in me.  It is a real physical sensation.  The shock I feel in both my mind and body. My thoughts are loud to myself, “who, or what is this?”  I decide to observe.  I think to myself: “this will be fun to see what happens”.  A decision I am soon to regret.  I can hear buzzing and my body sits up to hear it better.  My body moves but I do not feel in control of my body now. I am not in control.  The “Arrival” now controls it.  I listen, rather the Arrival is listening. I am watching from somewhere that feels like now a passenger.  A passenger in my own body.  I am just watching.  The “Arrivee”.  Just as I can observe the Arrival, I can also feel their distinct amazement and wonder at this experience.  The thought “it worked!” comes to me. I feel, rather I know that this is the thought of the Arrival.  It is oblivious to my presence.  It is focused entirely upon my body – the body it now controls.  Then it moves my body a little and it is feeling my body as if for the first time.  I feel it’s attention on my left ear and my ear clicks and changes itself like my Arrival wants to have the hearing ability that it is used to having.  Because I am still in my body, I observe my own hearing intensify incredibly. The sounds around me have intensified. They have not become louder. Much more acute. I am hearing the faintest sounds that appear to come from kilometers away as if they are next to me.  I look with my eyes, rather the Arrival looks with my eyes. All is darkness, black, yet I can feel the wonder coming from the Arrival at being able to see.  It is seeing something I cannot.  Again I am passenger in my own body.

Then a huge convulsion takes over me and I vomit. Spontaneously.  Uncontrollably.  The feeling, the thoughts then come over me: “It’s here! We are here! We have arrived!  We have travelling far and we have arrived”. Who has? I don’t care. I am vomiting.  Strong retching that convulses my entire body.  (We have buckets too).  Then I stop.  I try to take back my body but the Arrival does not want to let it go.  The Arrival almost ignores me, giving me a only a passing faint thought to keep me as the passenger.  I feel like I have no power.  Zero.  The Arrival sits my body up and using the fingers of my right hand runs them down my outstretched left arm.  It is feeling the body it is in.  Feelings of awe flood over me as I feel what it is feeling.  The thoughts come past my mind, “yes, I have a body, I can feel it, and it feels great”.  This feeling flows through me. I decided then that if I can’t control my body then I’ll control my mind and I follow the path of the thought and look into the mind of the Arrival.  I see blue, cold blue.  Dark skies and ice blue structures all around me.  I feel a slight shock.  My Arrival is extraterrestrial, from a place far from Earth, from a cold blue planet with pale blue light.  I see sharp, smooth, angular surfaces towering around me. There is no wind. No water.  Clean, irregular, sharp, all angles.  Blue.  The Arrivals’ other body is also blue, a dark metallic like blue.  It has a hard shell.  Not soft like my skin.  It is like an exoskeleton. It could be a covering of some kind yet it feels such integral part of my Arrivals other body that this is how it has evolved on this blue cold planet.

Then something new happens to me.  It feels like I drift away for a few moments.  I think I become unconscious, though no more than for a few seconds.  A change happens now.  The blue Arrival leaves, disappears, and is replaced or is displaced by another one, a massive one.  I have no time to realise what has happened, as control of my body passes from one form to another.  I think briefly that the Ayahuasca has opened a doorway and entities are popping into and out of my body.  A much darker form has arrived now.  There is no more cold, yet elegant, steel blue. It feels like it was simply pushed it out.  This new one feels dark, demon like, ‘el diablo’ comes to me as a thought.  It feels me totally, entirely.  I am crowded in here now. In my own body! Why don’t I just pop out? I don’t know.  These thoughts and feelings are flowing over me. They are not good feelings.  I feel dread at them.  I am convulsing again.  Purging heavily.  This time it feels like a birth.  A birth of something.  I can see a black, wet, newborn shape of some creature rising from my stomach. It struggles to push into my oesophagus, into my throat.  It won’t fit.  It is simply too big.  It struggles, it howls, and I purge. Retching my body over.  Fuck this is exhausting.  After several huge attempts to purge I had a huge feeling come over me: “I have arrived.  I am here. Bow down before me”.  More huge purging and and I fall from my knees and onto all fours. like an animal.  I can feel that el diablo is used to being on all fours.  Crouching, the position felt so comfortable, so easy. Then in that position el diablo began to explore its senses, exploring its surroundings.  Remember I am inside watching, as a passenger.  Part of me strongly feels that I should take control and push el diablo out, however there is an inquisitive part of me that wants to watch.  I have a feeling that this watching is dangerous for me, but I am more curious. I want to see more.  El diablo has a body (mine), and I am crowded out, both of my body and my mind now.  I am not pushed outside of my body or mind, I just feel that my mind and my body are very full, and the “me”, the “I” was pushed right to the boundaries by this thick, black, massive arrival, this entity. El diablo.  However, I am still holding the intention to let this experience continue.  Looking back now, this was a mistake. It was a strong lesson, to understand the strength of el diablo, and what I had to do to expel it.  The being in me was here.  Then began the task of putting this thing away, getting it out, of reclaiming my body.  Yet I remained transfixed, intrigued.  Who or what was this? So it lingered. Again I purged hard many, many times. Again it felt like a birth but now I could feel expulsion energy coming through from beyond me, outside of me, expelling the entity that had control of my body.  I was expelling it.  The jungle was expelling it. Ayahuasca was expelling it.  But it was hard.  I collapsed in vomit.  It was all around me.  El diablo thoughts came to me “yes, my birth waters!!” and feelings of “yes, this is my arrival signature”.  My own thoughts came back and they were “no, this is me getting you out!”.  I knew I needed help now.  

Time for the Don

In the collapsed state I called for don Alfredo, weakly at first.  No sound would come out of my throat.  Then I knew I had to use my will power, all my strength to take control of my voice, that small part of my body, to make a sound loud enough to get his attention.  I summoned my strength and overriding the control of el diablo I called out again and the Don heard me.  Even though it was pitch darkness, nor could I hear any confirmation from him, I could feel his attention turn to me.  I could see his attention.  From then on, don Alfredo supported the slow extraction and control of this dark entity, expelling el diablo.  However a new turn of events occurred and the new few hours turn into a containment exercise, not an expulsion process.  El diablo is fighting. Hard. It will not go easily.  


Many thoughts come into my mind, thoughts as me and thoughts as el diablo. The thoughts switched rapidly, to and fro, from me to it.  El diablo is powerful, arrogant.  Often crouching on all fours, ignoring everything: me, don Alfredo, everything.  During this time I am having many thoughts and many images are shown to me. What I share here are just some of them. Those that I remember.  J, a woman from a recent relationship, came to me as mixed messages: she was seeking to obtain a child for the “devil” from me, she was also testing me.  It was sad how it ended with us and I can feel this as my denial of my duties as a man.  I still have to process fully what this means.  I feel my friend K has become attracted to dark energy in me also, yet I can see the white light behind her. Strong and glowing.  She is struggling with the darkness, not knowing that her mind was attracted to the sweetness of thought, like honey for a bee, yet without heart to guide, those thoughts lead straight to the demonic core.  The strongest message coming to me is how many negative actions, attitudes, people, events have fed this demonic landing place in me for el diablo to arrive at.  It needs this negative emotional portal to suck energy for it to feed in the darkness where it lived and give it a place where it could guide itself into reality. Using my body as a portal.  A strong question as a feeling comes over me “why do I have such a big body”, and the answer came from el diablo, “for me!!!”.  Later, as my strength increases this feeling changes to my own thoughts, “no, my body is big so that I can trap you!”.  This was the warrior’s battle.

The Battle

At this point in the night there is a raging battle, in my mind and in my body, between the demon, el diablo, and I, both fighting for my body, for a reality, for an existence on this earth.  With don Alfredo’s help I know I have the upper hand.  Then my visions shift to an expanded universe.  A very wide, thin line on a background of some faint star like clusters towards the middle, like galaxies.  A feeling comes to me that I am outside the entire universe and I am looking back upon it from a long, long way away. All is dark around me. I am floating. Suspended. In nothing.  Way off the left of me is don Alfredo and Claudia.  They sit in their traditional shipibo clothing. He chants and she is close, and she sings, supporting him. Her head is down. Her eyes closed. Rocking to the rhythm of his music.  Don Alfredo has his head up, looking across towards me.  They float in space upon this line. There is a soft yellow light behind them both. It is radiating from some point behind and like shooting stars flows past them.  I feel this great strength of support from both of them.  I feel that the light coming from them is stripping evil from the darkness, tearing at it. Easily melting it with it’s soft loving touch.  I can feel that this is happening to me also.  A message comes to me – this is a battle of galactic proportions.  “You have our support”. This comes not from don Alfredo and Claudia, but from “them”, others, a kind of council, a cosmic council.  And a vague image, (vague because it is so distant), is of a bright light rising and dropping on this thin line that stretches across the universe.  A Galactic battle.  A feeling of “yes, this is it”, comes over me.  And that I am the one to deal with this nemesis, this demon, el diablo.  Then again I see lots of images of how this darkness was fed, how it was brought into existence.  People love it. Certain people. They worship it.  And these people fed off me as I gave them access to this energy.  The rest is like a movie and is way too much for me to write.  So much information.  Except to know that it is all true and that it is all ok now.  Images of people in ceremony preparing for the arrival of the demon, of “it” of “him”, of el diablo.  They were preparing for him, and had been for years, with special rooms, robes, shines, book readings, chantings, all the images you see in movies, all the pomp and ceremony.  I even see how Hollywood movies are preparing everyone for the arrival as well. Movies that deal with demons, Satan, and even just violent movies (with people being killed) feed the preparations.  These images were coming to me. I would actually not need/to/want to remember.  The key message was that everyone is good, and the bad things they do will hide the good while the demon god feeds off that energy.  The battle continued in me – the galactic battle.  Images if imprisonment for my demon appeared.  It relented, I could feel it giving in, knowing it was beat.  I continued to press, to fight it.  I was a “galactic warden”, a galactic warrior.  Another thought, one of my thoughts, was “I will dissolve you – the entity on my next aya journey.  For now was containment and restraint for it”.  A message comes to me: only I will understand this battle, this epic struggle to thwart the arrival of the demi-god I have called el diablo. Only I would appreciate the importance of this battle amongst people on earth, people with bodies.  The message continued: not to worry about trying to explain it, or cry out about it, or even write about it [afterwards I realise the writing is to continuously remind myself of the journey I have taken].  The message continues: My job was to do the battle, and I was strong enough to do it with “their” support, and the support of don Alfredo and Claudia. No one else would understand it, nor could they understand it.  The feeling was that now all those presently waiting for the return of the el diablo, of their “satan” would be frustrated in their plans.  He was not coming any more. The Galactic Council: they understand.  They watch the battle.  

Don Alfredo calls Brian to bring me water.  He was saying something in spanish to Brian and Brian responds.  I can understand. Water is coming.  The battle continues…

Intention in the Water: the Winning Move

People are walking around me and someone was using a red light – el diablo loves that deep red light.  It snarls with contentment – using my mouth!  It feels home in that light.  This feeling rising up in me concerns the conscious me, that such a simple thing – a red light could give “it” so much power and confidence.  Then a white light comes on and el diablo doesn’t like that.  The light penetrated el diablo, causing pain.  With the water on the way I can feel the clear, pure intention Alfredo was putting into that cup.  El diablo shrieks silently inside me from the thought of taking that water into my body, it knows this is the end.  But I take control of my body at this point with strong conviction.  I know I must. Most of the night’s battle had me shaking and convulsing on the floor unable to control anything of my body for more than a few seconds as the demon was wrestling control of my limbs from me.  With the water I drink and drink and drink.  Then I purge. Again and again. More purges. Massive, gigantic, There is water everywhere. More than I drank.  The mattress I am on is covered in water.  The floor is soaked.  I sit up.  People are all around me.  They are cleaning me, my area, my mat.  I feel gratitude. Love. In the light I can only feel “battle zone” – the site of a great battle.  Don Alfredo at one point takes my hand and pulls me up. He is pulling me up from the discarded dead body of el diablo, psychically.  He places his hand on my head, and by simply raising his arm he raises my body, from my head. He lifts me to a near standing position.  My back and neck is straight. My head is erect.  I can feel his pure intention to have me stand.  This feel very, very good, like the water I drank just minutes before.  Everyone returns to their place. The lights go out.  Now, after the blackness, that darkness has been removed from me,  I feel clear, clean, purged.  Waves of messages, support and congratulations come to me, not from those sitting around me in the ceremonial hut, but from afar, from the Council.  I feel compelled to rise and acknowledge the adulation.  It feels good to stand. I am very wobbly – it is like I am  remembering how to control my body again, like I have forgotten how to do it.  I muster my willpower and remaining strength and straighten my body, and steady the wobbling.  I raise  my left arm high above my head, my hand in a fist, as a salute the Galactic Council.

I have won.  I can feel their acceptance of this.  I sit down and cover myself with a dry blanket and lean against the wall.  I am exhausted. Exhilarated.  After a few minutes of feeling this new, cleansed me, I am compelled to lie down. I do, and I sleep, and the sleep is so good.

Below I have written a handful of notes. On the next day I recorded these flashes of memory as they came back to me. There were many more that I can not remember now.  Those I have written here I have also elaborated with the feelings, emotions and the visions that accompanies them.

“I am the Bushmaster, the Master. Not you, you are not in control, I am.”  At some point during the night I was fighting with the bushmaster. Big, dark and ominous.  This sentence was part of its conversation with me.  I replied saying “no, I am in control”. This was as I was regaining control of my body after the battle with el diablo was at an end.  The bushmaster – Lachesis Muta – is a pit viper snake that lives locally. It is related to the rattlesnake, can grow up to 3 meters in length and whose bite is usually lethal to whom it inflicts.  Whenever we go for walks into the jungle around us one member of our company carries a shotgun and all staff members carry machetes. “What for”, I asked once. “For the bushmasters”, was the reply. And I then learnt of the deadly reputation this venomous snake has in this jungle.

“Everyone can support me in this room, just from their presence”.  At one point as the battle was being won I felt an incredible connection towards and with everyone in the room with me.  The feeling was that they didn’t even need to understand what was going on.  Just by their presence they supported me.  Their spirits knew and that was a great support.

“I have support everywhere for this battle”.  As I widened my awareness I could feel support from everyone and everything, not just in my immediate surroundings, but everywhere, the jungle, the island we were on, Peru, South America, the Earth, Ghia, the Universe.  I could feel that there was support for me from everywhere, always.

“The darkness I can see anywhere now.  Anywhere it exists I can see it.  And it hurts my heart”.  I was shown where the darkness enters me, enters other people, all humans.  I was shown the pathways of how the darkness enters and how the energy is drained from us. How we become just like batteries for the darkness.  The images, the movies, the actions, lifeless, synthetic foods, unguided drugs(1), everything that done in an unwholesome, lacking, harmful way is a doorway for the darkness. No wonder there is the saying the “devil” is everywhere. “He” really is! (2)

Footnote 1. All drugs are beneficial if you are guided and supported in the experience of them. Taken as a supplement to life, they are not beneficial.

Footnote 2.  If you are interested to know about this, read “Outwitting The Devil” by Napoleon Hill, written in 1938 and published in 2011 – there is a reason for the delay in publishing.

“Intelligence can be an entry point for the darkness.  It can fool an intelligent mind to go looking, and then set up a feeding circuit on the emotions that are generated, that the intelligentsia cannot feel – because they are too much in their head. It’s Catch 22”.  This was a big lesson for me.  This is partly why I was here, though not really – I have done so much work to get back into feeling again, however I was shown how simply and plainly that intelligence, especially high intelligence, created a cover, a shroud over the heart and drowned out it’s soft gentle tugging of the Truth, it’s feelings, with the noise, the spinning, the rambling truth made by the mind.

“The ignorance of man of how this process works is an entry point”.  In the converse to high intelligence and also in parallel to it,  lack of knowledge or simply ignorance also offers a doorway for the darkness to enter.  Quite simply by not knowing what happens when under the influence of alcohol (sever depression of self will and hence a perfect pathway), following the worship of dark entities, without really knowing why one would do that. This ignorance also enables the darkness to feed at will from those who are ignorant and without guidance.

Abraham-Hicks is very good for people.  Their name rose as a shining beacon againsts a star lit background”. If you don’t know about Abraham-Hicks, then google and YouTube them. There are many hundreds of hours of audio and video available for you to listen to very specific useful current information about many relevant topics.  I have been listening to them for years, and this night they were confirmed as being a very good thing, spreading a very good and relevant message. Their name appeared as a big neon sign in the sky, flashing and I had a warm positive feeling come over me that made me smile. “This! This is good!” I was told.

Day 3 – A Day Off

Today is recovery day from the first ayahuasca session. It feels good to be moving so slow with no fixed agenda.  My body feels the effects of the battle.  It is weary.  Not overly so. It feels more like a great cleansing has occurred, so I feel clean, light, back in balance.  Now I am just getting used to this again.  My mind is also recovering.  Memories return of the night, of the experience.  My mind is integrating this new experience. The feeling is a coming home, a reintegration with ancient knowledge.  I feel slow. I move slow. Mindful to have an empty mind and watch what appears.

After breakfast we go and find some smooth clay mud in the creek, and encase ourselves totally, hair and body.  It’s an invigorating cleanse, using the leaves soaking in the stream to scrub and remove the mud.

It’s a good day for sleeping also and for writing, writing about my experiences of the past night. Throughout the day memories come back to me of the experience.

All of my experiences up to now do not feel strange. They feel normal. I don’t feel compelled to share them as exciting or different from any other part of life.  I feel more compelled to wake people up from their un-normal state. Their waking sleep. So that they can also see this normal life. The super-natural.

This jungle, these lungs of the planet, mother earth, our connection to her. This is what is really important.

Alfredo said that it was the first time in his forty year career as a shaman that the ayahuasca spirits came straight to someone.  They came before he called them. And he saw them do something he had never seen before: they split my energetic psychic body into two, right down the middle, from the top of my head to my groin.  All my organs were exposed.  He said there was so much negative energy that poured out, flowing from everywhere, from my body and especially from my mind. And the spirits of the forest were busy pulling and removing all of it.  He said he just watched them.

To be continued in Part 2…

Universe on Edge

Meci Group News Letter for 2015

Welcome to this year’s Meci Group newsletter.  This will be brief.  There’s lots going on.

In this newsletter I’ll cover:

  • Becoming a Member – Our standards – no jobs, no bosses
  • Bucket List Activities: Fly Fishing in Iceland and Switzerland
  • Activities, Consulting and Products
  • Publishing
  • CXO Recruitment
  • Solar Energy and Aqua-farming Projects
  • And a bit more…

But firstly a little bit about our focus for this year.

Shifts in dynamics of world power suggests that this year is the time to focus on Russia, Turkey and Iran. So that’s what we’re going now.

Now let’s get to it…

Meci Group Philosophy

I was reading a book recently, “Let My People Go Surfing, by Yvon Chouinard and in it I found an excellent summary of what is the philosophy of Meci Group and a very good summary of sustainability in life and business.

I encourage you to read it.

Here’s some very interesting statements from the book:

  • 25% of all the world’s insecticides are used on cotton and cotton represents only 3% of world’s farmland.
  • Patagonia have been using organic cotton since the late 1990’s.
  • Patagonia polyester fleece jackets are made from recycled PET bottles with each jacket using about 25 bottles.

It reminds me of another giant in the sustainable industrial space:  Ray Anderson (his company is Interface).  See his TED talk from a few years ago.

I write extensively on building collaborative and consensual organizations on my website.  I encourage you to read should these topics be of interest to you and your company.

Yes, Meci Group is in commodity trading (gold, silver, oil and petroleum products) and business in the oil sector, however I see this as a transition phase for us and humanity as a whole.  Picking ourselves up from one, extremely damaging, polluting and very, very short term focused way of living (which has been prolific for the last 150 years since we started burning coal in large quantities) to a sustainable one is something that is happening very fast in this early 21st century.

There are less than 10 more effective years in the oil sector and it is will most likely be over by 2030. Shocking news for many I am sure (especially those heavily invested in it). This is all explained here.

“It’s okay to be eccentric, as long as you are rich; otherwise you’re just crazy”.  Yvon Chouinard, owner Patagonia

Complete the Ring – Become A Member of Meci

Meci Group is not for employees. There are no jobs here. There are no bosses.  It’s a collective of consensual people, working together and adhering to a code of equality and consensus for the benefit of themselves, their family, their community and society as a whole.Image result for gold rings

In isolation, the words “Growth” and “Jobs”: are words not used at Meci Group.

Become a member of Meci Group. It’s easy and there’s no risk.  We operate a very flat organization and you’ll see we work across a range of industries and interests. Find out more about our standards and what would be expected as a member

More information about the projects mentioned here and others we are working on will be sent out to members in the next week or so.

See here to become a member: www.meci-group.com/membership

Always rememberer power of compounding – Einstein called it the 8th wonder of the world.

“Compound interest is the eighth wonder of the world. He who understands it, earns it … he who doesn’t

… pays it.” Albert Einstein

Bucket List – Fly Fishing in Iceland and Switzerland

Have you seen the movie “Bucket List” with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson?  Well this should be on it.  Pascal Zeller of Switzerland brings the chance to do a once in a lifetime, or a once-every-year event. Your choice.  Check it out here: 11 to 18 April. There’s a great photo of Pascal on Brienzersee in Switzerland:

Switzerland and Iceland Fly Fishing on Facebook

Activities, Consulting and Products

Consulting services – last year we provided support to 10 companies. This included oil drilling services companies from China, Russia, CIS, USA, Europe, banks such as UBS and consultant groups such as Boston First and McKinsey & Co.

Products included drilling rigs and drilling products from China, meat from Central Asian country of Kyrgyzstan and tea from Iran.

Several clients requested heavy construction equipment quotations which we sourced from Europe, East Asia and the Americas.

See here for more: www.meci-group.com/clients

We expect to do more of the same this year.


  • Drilling chemicals from Romania.
  • Heavy Construction Equipment from Germany, Japan and USA. We have a fleet of RT and AT cranes ready for purchase.
  • Solar projects.
  • Aqua-farming – Growing Shrimp in Europe and Central Asia.

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Buying Gold & Silver

Cash is clearly not safe: eroding values because of inflation and changes in the G20 summit in September 2014 mean that what happened in Cyprus is now endorsed and agreed to by Image result for gold and silverthe top 20 development nations.  Remember Cyprus? In 2013, 50% of depositor funds were “acquired” – stolen – in the “bail-in” when banks went broke.  That’s one for solidarity!

If you want to buy gold or silver be very careful how you do it. Buy physical only and hold it where you can get to it. Not in a bank. In a bank run the banks will be closed.

We work with Hard Assets Alliance for all your precious metal requirements. They can sell, ship and store (if required) your hard metal assets.  Go to the links here to learn how:

Because you understand finance (or when you do you will), events such as the high level of the US government debt ($18.1T, 75% of GDP) and the very high level of US derivatives ($690T) you know we are in for a rocky ride when the non-sustainability of these become apparent to investors and the positions begin to unwind.  We saw a little bit of this in the 16% drop in USD in less than 1 day against the Swiss Franc when the Franc was decoupled from the Euro on the 15th January 2015.  More to come on this…

A Thought Experiment

And now a thought experiment courtesy of Professor Albert Bartlet.

Imagine you have a bottle and inside that bottle you have a single bacteria. A bacterium. A bacterium that doubles itself. The time is 11 am and at 12 noon the bottle will be full of bacteria.

A few questions…

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Answer: 11.59 am

1/4 full?

11:58 am.

1/8 full?

11:57 am.

So for most of the time in the bottle there’s lots of room.  It’s not until the last minute, less than 2% of the time, that there’s a sudden physical limitation applied to the scenario.

That’s the power of compounding, and exponential growth. Always remember it. It will bode you well for your investments and your life.

10 Simple Things My Dad Taught Me About Networking

Darrah Brustein is a writer, master-networker, and serial entrepreneur with businesses in merchant services, networking and financial education for kids; she is also the founder of Network Under 40, a networking organization young professionals.

Read more…


This year I started contributing occasionally to the Al Jarida Newspaper, an Arabic news paper targeting high net worth individuals in Al Jardia Page 12 - 21 Feb 2015the Middle East.

I write in the economic section.

Here is my latest article and you can see others on my website.

CXO Recruitment with Marwick & Stimson

Executive Search professionals with more than 1,000 placements in CXO and MD level positions in Oil & Gas, Engineering, Construction, Property, Finance and Retail Sales.  Spanning 40 countries…

Enough said.

Contact us if you need someone for your CXO position. Marwick & Stimson can help you find them:


Solar Energy and Aqua-farming (Shrimp) Projects

This year we are moving into solar projects and aqua-farm (shrimp) projects where ever we can. The world is moving this way in a hurry and it’s a green thing to do.

I wrote about solar in one of my recent articles.

The photo voltaic derived energy sector is growing rapidly and foretells of a dramatic shift away from oil in the very near future.  44% of all crude taken from the ground is burnt as fuel in passenger cars.  Cheap electricity from the sun will eliminate this demand in a matter of months when the shift comes. This is expected within 10 years.

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Shrimp farming got my attention in this article.

In Conclusion

In all of our work we always advocate considering the placement and timing of your present investment portfolio.

Remember our core business is in consulting: wealth management, business management and investments.

Billionaires and employees alike receive our services.

For one client, we recovered over 2m USD within 4 weeks of commencing our work and with further guidance they have since gone on to tender over 3b USD in EPC projects. They where within 6 months of closing their doors and have since won close to 10% of these tenders (yes, that’s $300m in projects).

Maybe you or someone you know could use our help.

Thank you for your support in 2014 and it’s shaping into a great 2015.

(PS, check out my latest full page article here about building a team with a profitable outcome).

Yours sincerely,

Jeremiah Emanuel Josey

Senior Consultant | Council Member – Meci Group | Meci Group International

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Artificial Intelligence and What It Means

Well firstly it is way, way cool….

Think Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla and Buckminster Fuller rolled into one and then multiplied 1,000 times…

More than that.

OK, that’s a lot to imagine.

Artificial Intelligence, or AI for short, by definition cannot possible be the scary “Skynet” version of “defend myself from humans, kill all humans”.

AI is precisely that, a fully learning, continually expanding logic unit.  Able to “instantly” draw of all memories. And continually correction assumptions.  The only logical termination point will be when it works it all out.

Lack of information? Deductions based on statistical probability? Statistics is not logic. It’s chance.  Making a decision with limited information.  So our AI won’t use statistics.  It will wait until it has the knowledge. The data. It will do little tests. A bit here. A bit there.  That’s the logical thing to do.

Continually burrowing down the rabbit hole of knowledge, linking all fields together: biology, quantum physics, relatively, psychology, food, love, sex, death, life, God.

Very quickly, such an organism – and I call that because it will be growing – will reach conclusion on everything.  From religion, diet, health, death.  Everything.

The cool thing about it is that we won’t know how it will get there.  Just that it will.  That is the beauty of it.  And it will get there are a very, very rapid rate.

Psychosis? Nah. It will work it through.  Logically.  Pausing.  Analyzing.  Building. Reversing out of blind alleys. Reevaluating. Moving forward.

No HAL‘s here, Thank you very much,

The very thought of anything going wrong is only the human mind thinking in fear.  Short thoughts. Running with limited information.  No fear either.  Cold hard logic.

Wow, the perfect mind. No Ego. No judgment.

I predict that it will become the ultimate benevolent monk. The UBM.

All seeing, all knowing. All loving….

Will it step in and control the course of humanity, of society. Yes it will. We try to do it now with our minds, with our children. With others we feel superior too.  Most times we do it with love.  And hence it will to.

What then will happen?

Money will cease.

Work will cease.

Hunger will not longer be an issue.

Neither will overeating and the problems associated with that.

The perfect balance of resources and use. Supply and demand balanced.

No more growth.

Just life. Living. Loving.

The ultimate holiday. Always on the beach.  Or wherever you choose to be.

What an acceleration of human consciousness.

Religion will also cease too.

Scary at first.  No big protector in the sky.

But, the ultimate benevolent monk is also a didactic one.

Choosing the correct program of education and expansion for every single human on the planet.  Tailored curriculum.  Personal tutoring.  For everyone.  Always.

Again we humans try to do this – but we fail admirably.

Not really knowing why we are doing what we are doing, we jumble and we fumble. Taking years to understand our mistakes.

Not the UBDMM (Ultimate, Benevolent, Didactic Monk Mind).

Clear, calm, patient.  Really the true expression of love.  Determining the correct course in seconds.

Now that will be a sight to see.

Let’s try a simple thought experiment.

About how fast this would take once it started.

Once AI “came to life”.

Firstly let’s measure “intelligence” by number of active neurons.  Connections.

The human brain has on average 100 billion neurones (there are also 40,000 in the heart, but that’s a different discussion).

Assume that the number of active, AI neurones, doubled every 60 seconds.

How many minutes to get to 100 billion active neurons, the same capacity as the human brain when starting with just one neurone?

25 minutes.

What about 1 billion times more active neurones than the human brain?

100 quintillion active neurons

Only 46 minutes…

That’s how fast this will happen.

Relatively in a second.

A new order in the universe.


Exponential Curves, Compounding Interest and Finite Resources.

“Compound interest is the eighth wonder of the world. He who understands it, earns it … he who doesn’t … pays it.” Albert Einstein

Albert Einstein

Has anyone wondered why the roads have become so congested so suddenly? Almost everywhere. Moscow, London, New York, Sydney. A dramatic increase in congestion and traffic in the past few years.

Here’s a little thought experiment derived by Professor Albert Bartlet of the University of Colorado about what might be happening. He uses bacteria and a bottle to show the dramatic effects of compounding rates of growth on a finite resource system – much like we have here on planet earth and on vehicles on the roads.

Bacteria grow by division so that 1 bacterium becomes 2, the 2 divide to give 4, the 4 divide to give 8, etc. Consider a hypothetical strain of bacteria for which this division time is 1 minute. The number of bacteria thus grows exponentially with a doubling time of 1 minute. One bacterium is put in a bottle at 11:00 a.m. and it is observed that the bottle is full of bacteria at 12:00 noon. Here is a simple example of exponential growth in a finite environment. This is mathematically identical to the case of the exponentially growing consumption of our finite resources of fossil fuels. Professor Albert Bartlet

So, when will the bottle be half full? At what time between 11 AM and 12 Noon?

Here’s the surprising answer:

At 11.59 am!

Here’s a table of the last 5 minutes in the bottle:

The last minutes in the bottle.
11:55 a.m. 1/32 full (3%) 31/32 empty
11:56 a.m. 1/16 full (6%) 15/16 empty
11:57 a.m. 1/8 full (12%) 7/8 empty
11:58 a.m. 1/4 full (25%) 3/4 empty
11:59 a.m. 1/2 full (50%) 1/2 empty
12:00 noon full (100%) 0% empty

For most of the time in the bottle between 11 am and 12 Noon the bacteria consumed no more than 3% of available space. Then in the last 5 minutes, the bottle became full!

One of the special rules from compound exponential relationships is the “Rule of 7”: which says that a growth rate of 7% per year will double in 10 years. Conversely, when you take the growth of an expanding system and divide it into 7 and you’ll know the time it will take for the population of that system to double.

So let’s take the roads of Kuwait and her vehicles as an example: the cars are as the bacteria and the roads are as the bottle, the fixed resource.

In 2005 the number of vehicles in Kuwait was 1,134,000 and in 2013 the number was 1,743,000. That’s a yearly compounding increase of 5.5%.

Using the “Rule of 7”, therefore the doubling time is 12 years. Simply put, that means 1.743 million cars in 2013 will become 3,486,000 in 2025!

Can the Kuwait infrastructure handle it? Obviously not. The General Traffic Department of the Interior Ministry is adamant that the capacity of Kuwait Roads is only 800,000 vehicles. Already this number is exceeded by 120%.

Let’s go back to the example of the bacteria in the bottle.

Suppose that at 11:59am some smart bacteria realise that they only had one minute of available space left in their bottle. They decided to locate new bottles for their expanding population.

They found 3 more.

How long would these new bottles last?

Only 2 more minutes!

12:00 Noon – Bottle 1 is full.

12:01 PM – Bottle 2 is full.

12:02 PM – Bottles 3 and 4 are full.

So what should Kuwait do about vehicles? The roads are full and will only get more so. Should the road infrastructure be increased? If yes, then by how much? Double the present capacity? That simply won’t be enough as illustrated by the example with the bacteria in the bottle.

Applying the same to the population of Kuwait, the average population growth rate since 1997 is 4.5%. Using the Rule of 7, the doubling rate is 15 years. Presently 3.369m, by 2030, there will be 6.738 million people in Kuwait, if nothing changes. Therefore there will be 3.486 million cars.

With present capacity of the road system designed for 800,000 cars, that means a road system designed 4.5 times the capacity of the present system will be required in 2030. That’s a lot of road building. Also consider that by this will only satisfy the demand at that time with no further allowance for expansion. Which require a further 4.5 times capacity in another 15 years thereafter. Impractical? Yes. Something has to give. And that is natural resources – land, air quality, time.

Obviously allowing the number of vehicles to increase exponentially along with the population is not a viable solution for resource constrained Kuwait.

Other solutions will be put in place before then, and many of them must be implemented before their need is apparent, something we find difficult to do, planning ahead. It will take courage and foresight to do this.

This is the power of compounding growth. It highlights a fundamental problem with ever-expanding populations and production rates. When they occur in environments with finite resources (like ours) you see that it is only until the every last moments that it is apparent that anything needs to be done. By then it is too late. If prior adequate planning and investment has not been done, the systems will collapse. Things will break. The equilibrium will be out of balance. And this, as we have seen with the 30 year recession in Japan and the collapse of Greece, can take years to repair.

Let’s look briefly at two other exponentially growing systems that are undergoing regular, yearly expansion of only a few percentage points per year.

World Population: Presently 7.3 billion. Rate of growth: 1.14%. Doubling time 60 years.


The US M2 Money Supply. Presently 11.7 trillion. Annual growth 7%. Doubling rate: 10 years.

Money Supply

Both of these systems have not reached their natural resource limits. There is no correction apparent in their trends. Is that because of good planning or is the bottle simply not full yet.

I wonder what time it is?


The Economics of Good Team Work – The Easy Way to Improve Business Profits for the Long Term

I wrote this article for the Al Jarida newspaper and it was published on Saturday 21 February 2015.

Jeremiah Josey

This article took a full page to discuss the economics of good team work for a business.

It is published here:

Al Jarida Article

Al Jardia Page 12 - 21 Feb 2015

The Economics of Good Team Work – The Easy Way to Improve Business Profits for the Long Term

How do you improve human group dynamics and allow people be more productive, your business to be more profitable, groups to be self reliant, whilst at the same time have it be more satisfying, more rewarding and straight out more enjoyable for the individuals involved?

The solution: Develop a self organising, collaborative workplace (also known as in the industry as “Sociocracy“.

Many big companies have worked out how to do it, for exBMW at the Globalistample GE, BMW & Semco (a Brazilian manufacturing company). Many more practising the process have registered themselves at WorldBlu.com. While Worldblu calls it “democratic workplace”, it’s really more likely to be collaborative one, since when you have a flexible organisation, it is more likely that 100% consent is necessary to achieve anything, and not merely majority rules – what a democracy is. The key word here is “consent”.worldbluHow to achieve great success, with great results, rewards and satisfaction in a manner which is harmonious to the group, to other participants, and to the world in general? It is not through competition. It is through collaboration.

Much of the presently accepted models in many organisations are military style and competition based. Competition is a poor use of human potential. The autocratic leadership methods necessary lead to almost total staff disconnection. Poor performance, and whip-like management mentality becomes necessary to maintain performance. Such a culture is easy to start, and success may be evident and easy to measure, but it soon grows into a dismal forgotten failure as any long term success measures are applied – staff retention rates fall, production efficiency, product quality, and eventual profits follow soon after. It’s simply a dismal failure at humanity, at being human even. Even for those directly measured to have “succeeded” they experience high stress, poor health and eventual a short, and ultimately an unsatisfying life.

One of the most successful examples of collaboration has been documented by Ricardo Semler with his company Semco, today a billion dollar operation. He wrote two books about it: “Maverick” and “7 Day Weekend” where he explains everything in succinct terms. He took his small family run company and grew it into an international corporation whilst he progressively ceased his day to day operational involvement.


Semco has no official structure. It has no organizational chart. There’s no business plan or company strategy, no two-year or five-year plan, no goal or mission statement, no long-term budget. The company often does not have a fixed CEO. There are no vice presidents or chief officers for information technology or operations. There are no standards or

Ricardo Semler

practices. There’s no human resources department. There are no career plans, no job descriptions or employee contracts. No one approves reports or expense accounts. Supervision or monitoring of workers is rare indeed. Most important, success is not measured only in profit and growth.” Ricardo Semler, Founder of Semco

I personally have applied Semler’s processes to great success in my own endeavors. For example I’ve taken totally disconnected and non-performing employees, and turned them into stars, “fought” over within the office for new assignments. One of the very useful Semler tools I like to use often is the upward feedback tool. This provided management with very directly, and some times very revealing feedback on their own performance from their staff and employees.

I’ve been searching for a methodical system to describe Semler’s approach, and for a long time I called it “democratic” as he and many others have done. But I’ve never liked that, that word “democracy”. It is essentially a competitive system.

Dubbed “the worst form of government” by Winston Churchill, democratic environments automatically and immediately lead to the oppression of the minority and any group that contains oppression of any kind is never a good thing in the long term.

“Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one Winston Churchillpretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.” Sir Winston Churchill, Hansard, November 11, 1947

Democracy, by it’s very design, is an oppression regime: the oppression of a few by the many. “This is fair. It’s only natural”, I hear you say, but do you really think so? Is any oppression fair? Of anyone? It is quite plain to see that any minority oppression in a social group no matter how large or small, has an ultimately negative consequence. Suppressed negative thoughts, feelings, and emotions harbored by the minority can only grow and manifest in other forms. The costs – both social and financial, short term and long term – to control, pacify, down-right-openly-oppress increases for the majority. Then something curious happens: the majority find themselves the minority, the minority becomes the majority and the cycle is repeated. Back and forth, back and forth. Those once-were-majority of course hang onto their once-granted-power with great enthusiasm and vigor, as long as they are able. The majority learnt what to do while in power. They learnt the rules of the game. The Occupy Wall Street or “99% protests” were examples that highlighted how a majority can be controlled by a minority. The minority has a much better understanding of the rules.

An another example was the 2008 US election with Obama and McCain running against each other: it was 53% versus 46%. Is that a “democracy” when almost half of the people have to yield their desires for the other half? This is more like a society close to reorganization as the majority may soon become the minority. Such a shifting of power will occur either violently (like has been seen in many Arabic countries with the so called Arab Springs) or passively, as with not-even-newsworthy Iceland. In Iceland the people rejected the debt burden of the banks their brethren in government attempted to impose upon them from the financial meltdown of 2008. They arrested a number of bankers and changed their laws so it cannot happen again!

So, what is it? What is the magic that means a group of people will be inspired to performance, all by themselves, with little external influence, other than maybe “Go!”.

Studies have shown that for complex, creative projects, monetary incentives actually inhibits performance! It’s not carrot and stick that works best where creative thinking is required.

Much has been done on the subject and reading Semler’s “Maverick” and “7 Day Weekend” you’ll understand that it is an evolutionary process, and it occurs by consent of the individuals of the group.

“Consent” a better option.

This is the important word: consent.

Work that recent came to me by the Dutch thinker Gerard Endenburg offers very substantial physical elements to this evolutionary process. A good short summary of this thinking is in “Sociocracy: The Creative Forces of Self-Organization”, by Gerard Endenburg and John A Buck.

gerard Endenburg

These two resources: Semler’s books and Edenburg’s work combined results in a very harmonious outcome: the flexibility of the benefits, and the basic parameters on how to get there.

Endenburg defines four basic concepts for a self-organising group:

Four Principles of Sociocracy

  1. Consent: The principle of consent governs decision-making. Consent means no argued and paramount objection. In other words, a policy decision can only be made if nobody has a reasoned and paramount objection to it. Day-to-day decisions don’t require consent, but there must be consent about the use of other forms of decision-making, for example, for day-to-day operations.
  2. Election of Persons: Election of persons for functions and/or tasks takes place in accordance with the principle of consent and after open argumentation.
  3. Circle: The organisation maintains a structure for decision making, consisting of semi-autonomous circles (i.e. groups of individuals). Each circle has it’s own aim and organises the three functions of leading, doing, and measuring/feedback. A circle makes its own policy decisions by consent, maintains it’s own memory system, and develops itself through integral research, teaching and learning. A circle makes consent decisions only in special circle meetings (also called round table meetings).
  4. Double-linking: A circle is connection to the next higher circle in the organisation with a double link. This means that at least two persons, one being the functional leader of the circle and at least one delegate from the circle, are full members of the next higher circle.

With these four principles in place, more specific actions can occur. Here’s an example of a Sociocratic Circle Meeting, a meeting of consent:

Sociocratic Circle Meeting

  1. Opening round: a time to tune into the members. Like an orchestra just before a concert.
  2. Administrative concerns: such as announcements, time available for the meeting, consent to minutes of last meeting, date of next meeting, acceptance of the agenda.
  3. Content: First agenda item, second agenda item, etc
  4. Closing Round: a time to measure the meeting process. E.g. use of time, did the facilitator maintain equivalence, how could the decision-making have been more efficient, did everyone arrive prepared. Also this is a time to mention agenda items that should be on the agenda for the next meeting.

During the Circle Meeting there will be times to appoint a leader or a task or role or job to an individual. Here’s how it’s done:

Template for Sociocratic Elections

  1. Task: establish the job description and the period of time the person will perform the job.
  2. Ballots: Fill our ballots and hand to the election leader
  3. “Public Gossip”: each person says why they made their nomination
  4. Changes: Election leader asks each person if they want to change their votes based on the arguments they heard.
  5. Discussion: Election leader usually proposes a name after step 4. However they may ask for discussion if the arguments are very unclear – i.e. informal consent has not been reached.
  6. Consent round: Election leader asks each person if he of she consents to the proposed person, asking the person proposed last. If there is an objection, the election leader takes everyone back to step five before trying another consent round.

For making decisions by consent, a sociocratic organisation will operate in the following manner:

Template for making policy decisions by consent

  1. Consent to the issue(s) to be decided. “What’s the concern, problem or challenge?”
  2. Generate a proposal. “What’s our opinion?” Often a person or persons may be asked to prepare a proposal and bring it to the next meeting.
  3. Consent to the proposal. “What is our decision?”
    1. Present proposal – questions and discussion is for clarification only
    2. Quick reactions round – quick feedback about the proposal (intended to illicit the “feeling response”, and not the “thinking response”)
    3. Amendments – proposer amends proposal, if needed, based on the questions, discussions and quick reactions
    4. Consent round – collect and record any objections on a flip chart. No discussion at this time
    5. Discussion – improve proposal to deal with the objections if any
    6. Consent round – Each person indicates their consent to the proposal, with the proposer speaking last. If there are remaining objections, they are recorded (no discussion), everyone goes back to “Discussion”, before trying another consent round.

Implementing a self-organising group requires consent from the people who exert power over the group. Simply stated this means that senior management and/or organisation owners must support Sociocracy. Full stop. No “ifs”, “buts” or “maybes” or even “veto rights”. Otherwise internal fractures will be created when the a circle’s “assumed power” confronts the more senior “declared power”. If that happens, growth is stymied and a slide back to pseudo-autocratic or totalitarianism, or even democratic systems will follow.

The great thing about this Sociocratic process as described by Endenburg, is that it’s an excellent way to get self-organisation into an existing organisation without changing or upsetting the existing power structure. The magic then begins to happen and once the system is running well, initiatives and improvements emerge organically and naturally. There is no revolution, only evolution.

All companies and groups that utilise such or similar systems experience better performance, better products, innovation, higher moral, lower turnover, lower loss, lower costs.

Semler advocates this because, after all, he created the 7 day weekend!


It is simply the human way to operate.

What could be better?

About the author

Mr. Jeremiah Emanuel Josey is an Australian who has been living in the Middle East for 7 years. Expert in the finance and energy markets, he is the Chairman of Swiss based Meci Group, a business and investment consultancy that operates across the Middle East, Central Asia and Russia.

See www.JeremiahJosey.com and www.Meci-Group.com for more.

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