Hi,

 On Saturday evening September 27 at seven o’clock, I have read a text

 expressing that I will not serve military service in any condition.

 The declaration took place at Sultanahmet by the graveyard of Sheikh

 Bedreddin – 15th century Ottoman rebelious sufi who proposed a heaven

 on earth where people would share everything equally and who had been

 persecuted for his primitive communist sufi rebellion – with

 attendance of 30 people –thank you all, dear friends – and I have

 left a copy of the text along with some flowers to Bedreddin’s tomb.

 I have announced my conscientiousobjection before Sheikh Bedreddin,

 my friends and the night and now I share it with you. I haven't

 invited the press as I believe that mass media in its purposes and

 processes is also an instrument of militarism and the lie. I have

 always trusted in the power and charm of our own media, communication

 nets, underground press, fanzines, pirate broadcasting, blogs and

 whisperings, the toughest intelligencer over earth. My conscientiousobj

 ection declaration is attached to this mail in Turkish and in English

 and soon I will also put in circulation the pics and videos. I’d be

 glad if you spread my word around. Thanks!

 In the name of the Truth and Anarchy! Peace be upon you! Let the

 Earth be the Paradise!

 Mayis

Mayis' declaration:

THE BIRD OF MIRACLES

(A Conscientious Objection Declaration)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

With wings black&red from an apex to a valley

And then from a valley to an apex flies

A bird faithful to freedom, I call her anarchy

And what I call Truth is

A dream imagining herself a bird

Humankind is a feather on her wings

The bird flutters

The feather falls on earth

Earth, wheeling around

Burning under a cover of stars

            the night and the blood oozes out

            of our well hidden arcanum scars.

Earth, plenty of darklings, plenty of lies

Yet again the earth is

            this heaven this hell

            lying before our eyes.

You, me, land, sky, heavenly bodies

The waters hiding pearls and corals

Fruits, bunches, miscellanous creatures

            all epiphanies of Her

So huge and so grandious is She

            her curtain is Herself

            if you’d like to see

            look in your self

A self within yourself

A self within myself

Do not mistake it for opium, it’s the enigma of the Truth

In a heartless world sunk into darkness it’s the conscience

            which is a shriek of a bird

            whose tongue can never be tied

it pierces all rock-hardened hearts

            and surely there are some rocks from which streams burst forth

            and surely some rocks when split asunder waters bubble around

Well then, let the bird of miracles sing:

            In any army besieging the earth in defiance of the True Sovereign

                                    I will never be recruited

            I will have flowers on my hair, rings on my ear

            Beauty of the savage child in me will never be stained

                                    by any humiliating insignia on my shoulder

            I will never keep step

            but my feet will survey all detours leading to truth

            And Lord, Master, Commander,

                        don’t ever weary your mouth to command me

            For I shall obey no command no more but the word of the Truth!

                                                                              Inan Mayis Aru