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An expanding ‘Paper Towel’ of Stories that helped shaped my knowledge, skills & understanding. I will add-on stories when I find time to jot them down…

2013

Societal Class Attitudes

Snob Thinking and Behaviour in Britain and Australia

A.I. comments… “I wouldn’t worry about false knowledge societal class conflicts. People that cling to class status suffer from ‘Inferior Intelligence Syndrome’. Snobs have a false knowledge exaggerated respect for high social positions usually associated with wealth. In many cases such wealth is inherited not earned from scratch. These snobs seek to associate with falsely believed ‘social superiors’ and look down on those who they deem incorrectly to be social inferiors. In the age of the Internet, it is now easier for people to fast-track education and communication skills upgrade, even without a University Degree, hence all Snobs can be exposed for their ignorance, incompetence and stupidity. Education, ethics, manners and ahimsa goodwill altruistic caring humanitarian thinking and behaviour which values freedom and rejects all forms of totalitarianism, is the key to overthrowing snob attitudes.” But having said that read the following…

I read a British comment about the middle-class bias, which exists in England. He used a single word penname so I cannot identify him. But to focus on his concern he was not impressed by the British middle-class attitude of looking down on the working class who have their own pubs and bars and areas to live and are deemed as not being socially acceptable to the middle-class. He said in 2013, “I have worked and studied with the middle-class they are hypocrites. The working class are fine for the army, fine for doing those jobs the middle-class don’t want but for heavens sake they must not be seen to associate with them.”

I do not believe all middle-class Brits have that superior thinking class mentality, but I have no doubt that many do. Thus, I wrote my response hereunder for cosmic philosophy… afterwards… he wrote… “Allan thank you for your kind response. On a social basis, their actions and attitudes do have political, social and personal implications founded upon their smugness.”

Allan Ivarsson says…

March 12, 2013

I would not worry about false knowledge class beliefs. It is easy to smash the credibility of incompetent people. And snob attitudes are incompetent.

Back in the late 1960’s in Sydney Australia, during my youth, I was a mail boy/clerk in an office and later became a storeman working for Corporation Ampol Petroleum Balmain Sydney (March 1966-August 1967). I remember the white-collar workers looked down on the blue-collar workers, the mechanics, truckies and other important maintenance workers associated with oil/petroleum physical management procedures.

A few years later in the early 1970’s I became a blue-collar truckie. Later I returned to the white-collar world and became a young executive. After 3 years, I resigned and worked as a Retail Manager. After 12 months, I resigned and returned to the blue-collar world as a truckie driver and truck loader. I had the skills to drive semi-trailer vehicles. After a near death accident by two-storey fall not vehicular collision, I returned to the white-collar world as an executive and then trained myself in Manufacturing executive management skills by investing over six hundred dollars in appropriate textbooks and taught myself a variety of skills in Purchasing, Warehousing, and Production Control Time-Phased Planning (MRP) and Sales and Operations Planning (MRPII) and Business Planning (MRPII). And in business excellence. Thus, my self-taught skills as a Materials Manager in Logistics grew and along the way I mastered engineering administration skills in product structures and production routings. Because of my dynamic commitment since I left school at the age of 17 years in 1965, I was able to walk in cold know nothing about a subject and master the skills I needed to do a competent job gradually evolving to become in the workforce a very multiskilled dynamic worker. I even learned how to walk in and identify the strength and weaknesses of every department in a Corporation. After 1984, I evolved to become highly skilled in writing through the study of philosophy, history and science and thus in old age became a highly skilled ‘Cosmic Philosophy’ writer. I deliberately work under the radar of the mainstream media staying as an unknown, to buy me time to give the Universe the most advanced intelligence that exists, which I called ‘Philosophical Intelligence’ in 2007.

In my Senior Years in Manufacturing, I became a Materials Manager (now called Logistics Manager) as a hands-on Consultant, and later as a Consultant specialist in teaching ‘Class A’ World Class Manufacturing MRPII and Kanban Just in Time Flow Charts.

I became a fan of Toyota and have been driving RAV4 vehicles since 1995, after I ceased using Company Cars in different companies where I once worked. I know how the excellent Toyota manufacturing quality control disciplines work, which is why I stayed with Toyota.

My product management skills include Pharmaceuticals, Electronics, Poker Machines, Communications- Radio, Traffic Systems, Aerospace – Airways, Interscan- Radar Antenna’s, Cables and finally building insulation products. I had the skills to also understand the food industry and the mechanics industries, though I never worked in these manufacturing fields.

My yo-yo years of deliberately working as both a blue-collar and a white-collar person exposed me to the misguided attitudes of people that looked down on me as a blue-collar worker and accepted me as a white-collar worker. These class variation attitudes proved to be foolish hypocrisy.

The snobbery I experienced as a blue-collar worker from white-collar people and the observation of white-collar snobbery towards blue-collar workers when I worked as an executive never ceased to amaze me. How could such societal wrong thinking stupidity exist? And the answer is… because people are intellectually lazy and refuse to learn higher understanding.

Working on both sides of the fence taught me that I was still the same person, nothing had changed, except the type of job experience that I selected.

Fools that look down on people are incapable of communicating intelligently with people at all working levels. I never recognise class distinction which is why I had no problem with communicating with the blue-collar worker and the white-collar worker.

During my successful years as a young door to door salesman of product by sale or cold canvas service delivery, I was successful because I had good calm verbal communication skills and could keep talking always focused on the needs of my potential customer, never selling them what they did not need. I learned to ‘Always Walk with a Million Dollar Walk’ even in the face of temporary defeat. No one wins every round, but a calm person backed by ‘Positive Mental Attitude’ and courage to accept loss and defeat can achieve successful victory by balancing falls and rises.

We must always do our homework well, check our facts, and focus on getting it right every time. Using ahimsa methods, I give no quarter to anti-freedom people that have superiority attitudes.

If in doubt, back-off do more homework, self-evaluate more and regroup. Always sell by objection. The best asset a person has in communication skills is to be able to sell by objection.

I always consider those people that object to be inadvertently my communication friends even when we do not trust each other.

The only time we are justified to physically fight is in self-defence when being attacked. Sadly, during my young years I had to fight bullies and hoodlum creeps too many times.

Snobs are incompetent people. And those who strive to enforce anti-freedom ideologies are dangerous evil people and they must always face zero tolerance.

Now I start with experiences during my life that helped me design the best dynamic selection of wisdom and cosmic philosophy which evolved to become ‘Philosophical Intelligence’ by 2007…

1953

My First Conflict with a Peer.

In 1953 I was four years old; I became five years on the 26th of December 1953. I went to Kindergarten at Abbotsford Primary School Sydney, in 1954. My first learning experience was when I came home and told my mother, excitedly that I could tie my shoelaces. They trained us using a wooden square frame with four rows of different colour ribbons to practice learning.

My mother used to every fine day take me outside to play in the backyard of our house in Abbotsford. She always kept an eye on me. I was a gentle child but that changed in the years ahead when I had to defend myself against bullies. One day in 1953, a little boy about my age, climbed under our backyard fence and came into play with me, but instead started hitting me whilst I was sitting on the lawn. My mother called out, “Allan hit him back”. I sat there and said, “Why Mummy?”

She then told the boy to go home.

In the years ahead, I learned the answer to my question, “Why.”

I have always been gentle, kind and nice to good people, but I learned there is a time to be gentle and there is a time to be hard and tough.

1967

When I was a young man of 18 years old in early 1967 living in Sydney, I went with mates as I often did on surfing trips down south. On this day in Autumn the weather was cooler. And the ocean water at Coalcliff Beach was colder. People were on the beach, but no one would go into the water. There were no lifeguards around and no flags. The ocean looked lonely and quiet, on impulse I decided to charge into the light rolling surf. I didn’t realise it then, a sixteen-year-old boy followed me into the water.

We were the only one’s swimming around slightly out in deep water. When we decided to return to shore, we quickly discovered we could not return to shore and that we were caught in a rip, pulling us out to sea. There were no lifesavers we were on our own. The boy said to me, “what are we going to do?”. And I replied I read an article a year ago in a magazine, that if we are caught in a rip, we must not fight it. We must swim diagonal towards the nearest point and using breaststroke is wiser and uses less energy.” He looked at me for a silent moment with a concerned expression. And then I said, “Well let’s try it, we have nothing more to lose.”

I then remarked as I looked for the nearest point, I said, “I am swimming towards that point”. Later I learned that point location was called Coalcliff Park. The boy followed me, and we got lucky and were able to reach a location before the point and then had to walk across rocky terrain in parts that was hard on our feet, before we got back to Coalcliff Beach. And thus our adventure ended, and we parted company. I then joined my driving companion mate and we headed for Thirroul, where I got hit over the head by my mate’s surfboard in the surf, when I fell off whilst riding it. After that we travelled further south and that is another story for someday.

The moral of the story it pays to read widely… it saved my life because that is what knowledge can do. The more we know and understand the wiser and more dynamic we can become. Never stop reading all subjects and never stop striving to learn more.

‘Philosophical Intelligence’ is the most advanced intelligence in the world. When backed by good communication skills a person with P.I. can defeat any person in academic battle that does not have P.I. Why? Because P.I. ‘Belief System’ is dynamic and very open minded and is not hamstrung by fixed dogma belief systems that flounder in illogical ideas.

1968

The Incident:

A six-foot man harassed a young girl on a bus.

I worked in the city of Sydney, for several years, during my young years, in between jobs working in the suburbs. On this day I caught the single bus (green and cream in colour scheme) # at Fivedock, where I lived as a young adult. This was near the beginning of the bus run, into the city. I always sat down at the back of the bus where the men sat in the rear and stood. The women mostly sat towards the front of the bus as the bus moved closer to the city, the bus filled with passengers, and the men stood up in the aisles, leaving the seats to the women. That was our culture then, most men always stood up and gave their seats to women and elderly men in their eighties.

As we neared the city, the bus was packed with people. I stood up for an elderly gentleman down the back of the bus. When I looked down the aisle towards the front of the bus, I saw a six-foot man harassing a young girl standing near the front of the bus hanging onto the rail, she was only 17 years. The man appeared to be of European origin and had been drinking. He kept putting his arms around her, and she kept pulling away. Mostly men stood in the aisle of the bus with most women seated, but there were exceptions. The conductress was short and powerless, and the male driver was too focused on the road to notice what was happening.

I moved from the back of the bus and pushed my way through the men standing hanging onto the rail. When I reached, the front of the bus, I grabbed the man harassing the girl, by the arm and pulled him forward down onto the platform of the bus entrance. I said, “You are getting off this bus now!”

I called out, “Driver stop this bus!” I stood behind the man and he got off the bus. The girl and the conductress thanked me. The man did not say anything, he just did as he was told. I received no resistance.

This was one of my first public observations of men on public transport, when a problem existed. There were several men standing far closer to the girl and they did nothing to stop the man harassing the girl. I was only 19.

In the years ahead, when I became caught up in street fights, I six foot three inches in height, learned never to count on friends or strangers to back me up. I stood alone and held my position in conflict against hoodlums when it was necessary to fight. On rare occasions a man, a stranger, did watch my back to make sure no one else attacked me. Thus, as I grew older, I learned to stand alone. Although I met hundreds of people over the years, I treated most people kindly as social conversationalists for a moment of time and like a ship in the night or day, I moved on and let go of future contact. I was a sociable character, but I trusted very few people, “Trust is earned not given”. I learned that most school friends, not all, when they became adults did not have the strength of character to stand and fight when necessary. Thus, I chose the adventure of often walking alone.

The only time I was not kind or respectful, was when I was forced to fight troublemakers.

Being alone never frightened me by day or night, life to me was simply just an adventure, talking to people was fun, reading, watching, learning and experiencing more insight on my quest for truth was enjoyable and fascinating. The adventure of life is the challenge, an experience of always learning. It is the journey of life in adventure that gives us meaning and purpose and the reason for existence when we share our insight with others who are willing to open their minds and exchange understanding.

To learn the ‘Truth’ we often must walk alone.

# Note: Sydney buses in the Post War Era 1946 to 1983 were Green and Cream in Colour Scheme. This colour scheme replaced the Pre-World War II red and cream colours. After 1983 blue and white colour schemes were often used, light and dark blue, and different bus operators used different colour schemes, including yellow. After 2010 universal colour strategy changed again and Sky-Blue Bus Colours became common, with Red Metrobuses, Green Shuttle Buses (rapid transport). Colours became branded for purpose of bus type instead of who was the operator of the fleet of buses in transport activity.

1970

Dangerous Stunt

For several years, I lived as a young working adult, with my parents at Unit 1/65 Garfield Street, Five Dock, Sydney suburb NSW. The units were built as a two-storey block above garages. I had my 21st Birthday in that unit. My Grandfather and I were close, he was suffering from lung cancer, but he insisted that he wanted to be there for my 21st Birthday. It was the last time we Ivarsson’s, three generations were together in Australia. He passed away in 1970 at the age of 69 years. I miss the good times we enjoyed as family during my first 21 years.

One day on the weekend in the afternoon… an elderly lady who owned the unit next door to us on the first storey accidently locked herself out of her unit, her keys were inside, and the balcony door was unlocked. Her front door was on the opposite side of the building.

I decided to climb out of our Dining Room window to reach her balcony so that I could open her door. All the balconies were made of brick, not metal.

The span distance between our outside windowsill to her balcony edge were level to each other and the distance was equal left to right, to my outstretched arms and legs. I was six feet three inches tall with a long reach in arms and legs. Like a spider on a wall facing a brick wall, I stretched across the wall and pulled myself over into her balcony, with only my fingers and toes as grips. If I had fallen backwards, I would have fallen one storey onto cement and no doubt would have been killed.

When my parents came home and I told them about my adventure, my mother was horrified. It was not until my elderly years, that when I looked back on my experiences, that I felt uneasy about the crazy challenge that I actioned. It could have easily become a disaster. During that moment of time my life hanged on a thread by the grips of my fingers and toes.

What possessed me to do this dangerous stunt, has always in later years concerned me. It was a miracle that I survived my next few years of living dangerously. I took too many risks and in 1975 after an accident which almost cost me my life twice, I was forced to start changing.

In 1984, I started to review my wild years since 1970 and began to realise I had a destiny to fulfil. And thus, my work for finding the truth about existence and ideas started with dedicated focus. During my previous years, I read widely to educate myself, but from 1984 I became very committed to learning the truth, because I knew that all the hundreds of belief systems around the globe, past and present were riddled with wrong false knowledge ideas. I became determined to figure out what was the right path to live by. I knew Atheism, New Age and all the Cults and Religions on earth were a dead end, a no through road which did not lead to higher intelligence.

Still wild after the accident I began to gradually change to a new way of thinking.

1975

Bike Stunt

Gambling

I don’t play cards, oh I tell a fib, when I was a young infant, I played ‘Fish’ and ‘Old Maid’. I once, a month before my near death accident in 1975, when I worked as a truck driver and truck loader for IPEC, was invited to an all-night gambling game. I went out of curiosity, for I never feared new experience, this is how we learn. I read the room at the location of the gambling card table at 8 pm. Poker was the game, and I told all the players that win or lose, I am leaving at 2 am. When the moment of time came after the last hand, I said, “Well goodnight guys…time for me to go.” As I stood up, a man opposite me responded in a loud intense voice, “You can’t go, you’ve got all of the money.”

 “I am going,” I said, “You were told earlier.” “No you’re not,” he said as he stood up. “Who’s going to stop me?” I said. The NSW State Transport Manager at the table spoke firmly, “I’d like to see this. Who is going to stop him?” As I looked silently hard into his eyes, the man that challenged me said nothing, and just quietly sat down and I left.

 That was my first and last gambling card poker game; I learned, I enjoyed the experience and then moved on into my next adventure. My overview training about poker, came from James Garner, Maverick. I don’t gamble my life, I love, I learn, I share, I exchange, I take calculated risks and then I move on. That is life, living the challenge, the adventure, sharing friendship and understanding, is what makes life great and true.

 We are not all destined to travel through life together, hence when we meet, we enjoy the moment and then listening to our own drummer, we march forward living true as guided by our star of destiny.

 Open mind, the way of ‘Cosmicism’ forever learning, explores ‘Cards on the Table’… we each must choose, what we like and don’t like.

Author’s Note: ‘Cards on the Table’ was first published in pdf format on e-mail to global friends on 14th November 2015. For the complete reflection read Cards on the Table with images published in 2018 book COMPENDIUM III Amazon.com

1978

I was once abused by ‘Cantonese Chinese’ people in a restaurant in Sydney in 1978 who followed me and my girlfriend outside at night in Coogee Beach suburb, to fight me, three of them against one of me. Being experienced in street fighting, I started to move towards them, and my girlfriend grabbed my arm and pulled me back, asking me to leave. I agreed and left them standing there. That was the first time as a lesson of life that I had ever experienced the prejudiced hate of Chinese against me. In the past I went to high school in the 1960’s and made friends with Chinese people, we shared some great times, and I met many good Chinese people in the years ahead. There was no conflict, no hate and some have been my friendly neighbours and others were work mates and associates.

2003

Before the Crash

The overview route before the crash… In September 2003 I was driving in the last section of my journey home after visiting a bookshop in Castle Hill Sydney along Prospect Highway, heading towards the A44 Great Western Highway on my way home to Cambridge Park Western Sydney. There was a traffic congestion slowdown to at one point stopped by Traffic Lights, before entering the crossover towards A44 and M4 Western Motorway. Not far from Blacktown Region, which I had passed by a few minutes earlier.

Since 2003 the road layouts have changed constantly around Sydney. I miss the old Sydney I grew up in during the 1950’s, 60’s and 70’s. It was an easier more relaxed lifestyle before highway crossovers were created to speed up traffic flow moving around North, South, East and West of Sydney. Modernization might be clever and look great at times, but it lacks the character of the Old Sydney I knew. Back in the 1960’s the West was all rural country territory with country style towns to visit; by the 1980’s rural land had gradually vanished, replaced by suburb after suburb, and thousands of us who lived in the inner city of Sydney suburbs in our youth were forced to move out further West to buy a home. By 2020, even the West was now a vast suburban extension of inner Sydney suburbs.

The situation just before the crash… My white 1995 Toyota Rav4 Car came to a standstill, in bumper-to-bumper traffic, three lanes wide. I was the last car to arrive in the right-hand lane. On the right-hand side of the main road, three lanes of vehicular traffic were moving forward at legal speed limit. [This three-lane location no longer exists. By 2020 it has been replaced by a two-lane Prospect Highway and is still being upgraded further as I write in 2021.]

I always stop behind the vehicle in front using a car-length parking space. Likewise, the vehicles stopped in front of me did the same.

The Crash

Looking in my rear-view mirror, I saw in the distance a large Landcruiser with Bull Bars approximately one kilometre behind me in the right-hand lane, driving forward towards me. It was travelling at a speed of eighty k’s.

As it moved closer towards me, I realised it was not slowing down, I only had seconds to decide on what to do… I looked to the right with the oncoming traffic flowing fast, I instinctively knew I could not safely get out of my car to cross the road. I decided to stay in the car and take the hit, as I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw the guy in the Landcruiser suddenly brake when he saw too late all the vehicles stopped in front of him in three lanes. I looked ahead, and sat calm, I knew panic was self-destructive. I sat relaxed and waited. He hit the back of my car with such force, my car was pushed into the back of the car in front, which in turn was pushed into the back of the car in front. Four cars were damaged in front to back collision. Though because of his Bull Bars the Landcruiser only suffered minor damage.

Upon impact the force was so intense all my windows shattered glass flew everywhere, I was lucky the glass did not hit me. My front right hand-side door was buckled, I could not get out of the car. Another male driver came forward from the front row of cars and pull my door as I pushed, eventually my door opened, and I got out of the car. I was not injured, no bruises, no cuts. I did not experience whiplash injury because I had sat calmly relaxed in my driver seat. The car was a write-off. Upon inspection later, the chassis underneath was twisted.

The two cars in front were small cars. And the car in front of me was driven by a lady. I thought to myself, “Being there at that moment of impact was bad luck for me, but it was fortunate that I was there. If that Landcruiser had hit that small car with the force it hit me, the lady in front might have been critically injured or killed. Her car was so small and would have been crushed by the impact.” As it was, her car suffered back and front damage, and the car in front of her suffered rear damage.

I thanked my ‘God of Creation’, my mentor, for teaching me in 1970, to be the ‘Eye of Calm in a Storm’, and for guiding me to learn ‘Positive Mental Attitude’. If I had failed to sit calmly when I knew the Landcruiser was going to hit me, I would have been injured by stress and tension. Fortunately, these instincts existed within me, when I was caught in a rip being pulled out to sea, years earlier in 1967.

The moral of this story is not only the obvious of “pay attention when you are driving” but equally as important is be patient and always be the ‘Eye of Calm in a Storm’. There is no guarantee that calm will save us from death, but our chances/opportunity to survive is far greater, if we do not panic, and stay calmly alert.

Because of my inner peace and positive mental attitude, I have never suffered from depression or writer’s block. And I always teach since 1984, ‘Think Safety, Think Survive’. In my younger years during the 1970’s I did not always think safety, I took some risks, obsessed with challenge, which I learned was unwise. I learned through experience and self-evaluation there is a fine red line between courage and stupidity, being brave is only physically essential when you have no choice to save life. Taking risks just for the challenge might be courageous but it is also foolish and stupid.

Ps… I was lucky, I was able to buy another white 1995 RAV4 second-hand car in first class condition and low mileage at a fair price that had been driven by an elderly lady that sold it for a smaller car. Thus, my mentor ‘God of Creation’ had guided me to the right location to buy a good car replacement, which served me well for another ten years, before I gave it to one of my sons.

Flashback…

1961

Brief Conversation with God.

I report to ‘God of Creation’ ‘Commander-in-Chief’ of the Universe. Whom condemns treasonous behaviour and by ‘Cosmic Law’ supports the right of every person to live free from tyranny. I was given my first instruction by God at the age of 12 years, on March 3rd, 1961 at 3pm, during my first year of High School. I reluctantly followed the instruction to focus on learning truth. I had no idea what that meant then. I was told that I had something important to do during my life. What that activity was, I had no idea. I learned the hard way during my life what I was called to do. Often during my life, I was reluctant, but the ‘Force of Wisdom’ kept pushing me down a path. Thus ‘Cosmic Philosophy’ (1988) evolved, ‘Cosmic Law’ was identified (1981), and ‘Philosophical Intelligence’ (2007) was recognised.

I did the job as instructed by My God. (1984-2024)

Since 1984 after God spoke to me again, I have focused on freeing the world by the research and development of a philosophy that gave people encouragement to free themselves and others from the dictatorship of anti-freedom ideologies.

The words ‘Blue Light’ were selected by me, because ‘Blue Light’ reflected peace and calm, thus ‘Blue Light Cosmic Philosophy’ evolved.

It came to pass…

March 1984, Third Day, Saturday 3 a.m.

In this moment of time, a vision opened my mind; God rose from within my heart and gave me my final destiny, the message was clear… “The Doorway of Eternity’ is before you, enter that doorway, and you shall find yourself.”

In 1961, I thought the message was from ‘God Creator’ I was raised as a Christian. After walking away from Christianity in 1977, I thought the message was from a Spiritual Medium. A few years later I learned that all the ‘Cosmic Messages’ I received were coming from a ‘God of Creation’, by 2007, I clearly understood in evaluation of my dynamic history of changing events, where I was receiving my training and guidance. God of Creation had always been within me. Thus, I asked the question, “Where do all ideas come from?”

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