From Cradle to Freedom

By J K Broodle

The book is the edited philosophy of an ordinary person who sees the twin global human problems of male violence and female freedom as interlinked and requiring humanity’s serious and urgent attention in order to assist in seeking co-operative peace and freedom for all humans. It offers a few simple ideas as solutions to an age-old dilemma, for which, it seems, humanity has missed the point for centuries. Although there are barriers to the implementation of those ideas, it is suggested that given the input of all people, male and female, in equal and uniform manner, solutions could be found to benefit all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ReadOnTime BV
• Release date: Mar 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781742843681

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FROM CRADLE TO FREEDOM

The Triple Tragedy

J K Broodle

From Cradle to Freedom

Copyright © 2013 J.K. Broodle

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A copy of this publication can be found in the National Library of Australia.

ISBN: 978-1-742843-68-1 (pbk.)

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FROM CRADLE TO FREEDOM

THE TRIPLE TRAGEDY

J K Broodle

Edited by Brian Magrath

Contents

Editor’s Foreword

Part One

Journeys made and the tales told by human females over millennia

Part Two

Male Violence

Emergence of quasi-colonial electronic power

Terms for Global survival

Appeal for simplicity

Female mobilisation

Part Three

Thoughts and perspectives about where we were and where we have been

The female human invents and evolves

The female human makes a grave and monumental error of judgement

Part Four

Perspectives of the human river of Life and Time

Historical perspectives of the female human

Contemporary female statistics

Contemporary male statistics

Part Five

Where shall we all go now?

What is the plea?

Warfare and violence a part of human nature?

The Seville statement on Violence

The choices that should have, should and will concern us all - [us represents the whole of humankind]

Part Six

How they want to live

Democracy as a shield

A simple premise

Essentials and priorities

Technologies – trick or treat?

Who are we?

Resort to democracy

Pressing situations

Parenting

Resources

Living and resisting

A simple idea

Part Seven

Conclusions

The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world

Editor’s Foreword

I think it is proper to tell you that J K Broodle does not exist. Certainly, the author of this work; the person who is called J K Broodle, exists, but insists that their identity (or gender) shall never be made known.

The author chose to place in me a solemn trust to edit this work, and to keep the bargain. Broodle considered that much in the past needed some form of balancing. I know only a little of the events of that past.

The need for that original trust prevented the option of commissioning a proper author or writer. Therefore, there was no choice; either, do it this way, or not at all.

I felt, despite misgivings about my abilities as a writer, that the ideas deserved a chance. They appealed to me as an individual human, so I thought that they might have some relevance to others; perhaps not all others, but sufficient to make it all worthwhile.

The author is one of those people who never learned to write [in either sense], effectively, and whose interrupted early life resulted in an education, which was very rudimentary. However, as the author says, I can watch and see, hear and listen, and use what is between my ears

On some occasions, listening to Broodle talk about life is an unusual experience. I regard it as being something like hearing the 4-year-old Mozart creating music from pure genius; music, without the restriction and overlay of formal tuition and experience.

In Broodle’s expressions, there are crescendos and sweeping cadences of thought. Sad evocative ideas flow into majestic torrents of contemplative vision.

On the other hand, there is sometimes pure boredom when the music becomes plain and ordinary! Overall, though, there comes through a sense of strength and very practical possibilities, engendering a powerful, Why not?, in the mind of the attentive and reflective listener.

To be fair, there is an element of Huxley’s ordinary man, trying to sort and combat alien and little understood ideas with simple logical thought.

Broodle is an Australian, and since this book is written in Australia, there is bound to be a certain antipodean flavour to the ideas and comments. However, most of them ought to have relevance wherever humans live.

The thinking that Broodle has done so far is almost a life’s work. From these thoughts sprang ideas and concepts, which are now known as The Seehealth™ Defence, by which people can defend themselves against Incoming Distress. Incoming Distress arrives continually on everyone’s doorstep; it’s the flotsam and jetsam of life – unavoidable. But if it is allowed to become stress, then it can be a killer and devastator of life.

This work could be described as an attempt to offer an appeal to ourselves – the human species – to consider ourselves in a somewhat different way; to find out whether we have a chance to continue our stroll through time on this planet, in peace and harmony, with care and consideration for us all.

I will reveal that Broodle engages quite successfully, in helping others whose background is similar; those people who struggle to live without hope or direction.

You are about to read my words making the ideas of the author, more readable; [I hope]. I have tried to keep the whole concept authentic, because the ideas are, in my view, very important to us all.

The fact that an untutored nobody compiled and dreamed of these ideas and could not (or would not), write them down, does not matter – except, perhaps, to a few academics and/or cynics. As I said before, I think the ideas, for the sake of their own potential, deserve an airing.

If you have any doubt of any of that, and need a comparison, just cast your mind back a couple of thousand years to the time when another person without training or academic background, had some original ideas about dealing with human violence using peace, and love.

It is true that those particular ideas have led to violence almost beyond imagination during the subsequent millennia, and indeed, it continues as I write these words. That was not the fault of the originator.

Over the ages, other humans, saying they espoused those ideas and principles, violently sought riches, self-glorification and power over as many of their companion humans as possible. Those [men], held back human development and progress by centuries, in the same endeavour.

When that man gave voice to his teachings, few people actually heard them. It took centuries for those words to spread throughout the world.

Today, the transmission of words and ideas is almost instant to billions of humans, worldwide. Whether or not this is desirable, is a subject for great argument.

In a way, Broodle’s thoughts are more urgent, because although human ingenuity will no doubt find ways over time to evolve answers to the riddles of peace and freedom for all, it may be that time is not on our side. There may be very important reasons why we need to sort out these things faster than we might otherwise have done.

Broodle considers that the human female brain is one of nature’s greatest achievements, and should be envied by the male of our species. This is not implying that the male version is better or worse than the female, they are fitted for totally different purposes, but it is the recognition of the original purposes that seems to have gone astray in contemporary thought and action.

There is a hope that a possibility emerges for Broodle’s thoughts and ideas to actually offer a way for humans to greatly reduce, or even snuff out needless violence, on this, our home.

So what do you get for your $11?

Some ideas and thoughts, some of which have been aired before, but what the editor has tried to do is to fashion them into a readable format, to try to provide some interest in thinking about who we humans really are, and to look at ways we could improve our situation.

Humans are good at getting into ruts, and clinging to traditional ideas and moving for change is sometimes very clarty. However, it seems true to mention the fact that the most basic ideas of human life are beautifully simple. It is the how and when and where that brings complexities to the principles.

For example, air, water, food, shelter and clothing are our basic human needs in order of importance to us. Providing these things to all people, and equally, appears to be incredibly difficult, being challenged by the production requirements of greed, profit and many humans’ wants and luxuries.

As far as these ideas are concerned, I long ago tried to challenge them and see the nonsense in them, if it existed, but couldn’t.

It might appear to the reader that this is all about sex. Well, I can only answer that by stating that the whole problem discussed here is about sex. We are driven to reproduce and sex is part of that drive; that’s how nature intends. It is worth reminding ourselves that if humans were hermaphrodites, we would be living a totally different life and in a totally different world, where equality was accepted without question.

[Since I wrote the above, a few months ago, JKB has vanished. I discussed with her/him the possibility of revealing his/her identity for the sake of marketing and promotion of this book, and there were words said between us, which, with the advantage of hindsight, should have been avoided. Since that conversation, I have tried to contact the author on several occasions, but in vain – dropped out of sight, describes the situation.

If anyone has the slightest idea where we might find J K Broodle, let us know].

Part One

The journeys made and the tales told by human females over millennia

The Tale of the Charmer

Raised on the outskirts of a major city, she grew up in a helpful, peaceful, environment. Money was not endless or plentiful, but she enjoyed a childhood of protected custody in a semi-rural place loving the animals and learning very little about her later life. She had about her a beautiful, attractive manner; blending real innocence and unawareness with facial and physical sexuality and a desire to find things out.

She also possessed a very useful brain.

She met her one husband when quite young and being thoughtfully and intellectually immature, she accepted his male advances and fell pregnant. She felt that it was all fairy lights and immaturity; almost as if she had no idea of what caused pregnancy in humans, whilst being very familiar with reproduction in animals!

Nevertheless, she collapsed into his arms when he did the decent thing and asked her to be his bride.

Children arrived in profusion, and amazingly, she maintained her physical charm and beauty, whilst her four offspring grew into adulthood. Her brain remained untutored and underdeveloped, yet grew in ability and thoughtfulness.

Regrettably, her husband grew not.

He became a frustrated, annoyed, angry and furious individual, employing all the colours of anger, because he could not obtain the things in life that he wanted and assumed were his for the taking.

He practised his violence on his male children, thankfully never on his wife and daughters. In so doing, by example, he taught his sons that the only way to get what one wants is to fight for it, and lash out at anyone who stands in the way. They too, devoted considerable lifetime to angry outbursts against their mother and sisters.

In her defence against these incidents, she withdrew in stark loneliness, and cried, assuming that this was all somehow her fault.

She could voice no complaint, nor seek aid from anyone. Even had she done so, she would have been regarded as a pointless, grumbling, nagging grouser, because the male cruelty