the little people look at signs and wonders

Nothing would surprise me now. I fully expect a great weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth to greet me every time I have to slog into the town for supplies. The more the connivers keep on repeating themselves and covering holes in their stories with more holes, the faster the little people are going to figure it all out. All of it. They are going to make connections out of everything from bailouts to Nick Berg to being turned away for an existing condition to cash for clunkers to purple fingers and are going to be having hissy fits right and left. I don't want to look. Visible called it a live slasher film, a fitting description for these times. And it was only recently I asked so full of incredulity, what if evil only becomes more evil? My friends, now we see and whatever we are seeing is still nothing compared to what we will see.
It does not matter that we see. Imagine that? So little concern for the curious onlookers tells a story in itself. Richard Reid was one thing, the latest terror attack is a lesson from Kitty Genovese writ large. The lesson is known as the Bystander Effect:

... There are in fact many reasons why bystanders in groups fail to act in emergency situations, but social psychologists have focused most of their attention on two major factors. According to a basic principle of social influence, bystanders monitor the reactions of other people in an emergency situation to see if others think that it is necessary to intervene. Since everyone is doing exactly the same thing (nothing), they all conclude from the inaction of others that help is not needed. This is an example of pluralistic ignorance or social proof. The other major obstacle to intervention is known as diffusion of responsibility. This occurs when observers all assume that someone else is going to intervene and so each individual feels less responsible and refrains from doing anything...

Of course, we are not talking about the oddity here of the vague young man who clobbered the Manchurian Candidate searching his body for explosives, he acted exactly like he might have acted if he had acted instinctively somewhere else, some other time, searching for extra explosives, no, I mean, would you do that? We are talking on the larger level, the level that takes everything into account and makes columns of disconnections until something connects as it always will. The six degree factor we might call it. This is why its a bad idea to be running into town, milling about, doing nothing in the park but sitting on a bench reading Camu. If you don't want to be in a slasher film, leave now.

Here all these things are taking place at exactly the same moment in time we are standing at the edge of the abyss of climate chaos. What did those emails do but underscore the drastic nature of this situation so that the citizens of the planet are forced to tranch additional fears into the frayed security blanket of peace on Earth, goodwill to men? And was the right thing done, no again. Health reform, who are they kidding? Why do they bother other than to make the illegal legal for themselves, certainly not for you, they do not care about you or what you need to survive. They do not care about your pharmacy bill. They do not care if all the children grow up dirty in an atmosphere of wanton poverty and Migrant Mother despair. They love what they do so much they are blinded to the effect. Every day is a thrill, the razor's edge, Major "King" Kong riding the bomb into oblivion. What they do is not all that different from what they do at the swaps exchanges. The devil is in the moment, not the outcome, not the effected parties, its all about the action, the height of glory some people jones for and are miserable until they are in it, its all there is - and when they get it, its not for you, or me, or any other person in the entire world. It must be the highest drug for the end times that can be imagined because somewhere, there is a little voice inside that says what are you doing? All sentient beings have this little voice. That voice is your voice, not the voice of your self-representative speaking some jive as it is allowed to do so often.

Yemen (rhymes with lemon) joins the massive swell of bloated representative-selves planet wide. Perhaps they are overfond of Chateaubriand and psychedelic dom perignon. If you've ever sat with them in a formal and popular hotel dining room you'd have seen it rolling by the white linen covered tables in a decorated silver trolley with a roll up lid so everyone is supposed to roll their eyes and pretend to drool - oh how gauche. They're loaded with in jokes, its all part of that fabulous high they're under from the arduous day spent on the razor's edge.

And us? How many food stamps does it take to buy 20% fat hamburger? You know they are making a lot of flat patties to supply all the burger joints in all the townships and outburbs and exit ramps and casinos on the reservations ... the cows cannot be pleased. The Creator is not pleased. But the Chateaubriand set doesn't care about them either. When belief is not present, values are absent. Besides, no one is blocking them, they can do as they please.

No one is blocking them because they are going about it, incredibly, tragically, in the opposite direction like two strangers passing in the night on a dark highway at 90 mph in classic Ventura Freeway bumper to bumper traffic, each stranger taking a different exit. Living - this thing called life - our thoughts occupying these bodies - takes up most of our time. There are employments and situations requiring constant monitoring, we barely have time left over to take responsibility for the psychopath's hostile takeover and guilty often that we don't do more. How much responsibility is the crowd taking? You could be someone waiting to see how the crowd handles it, or not. It could be that the little people are exhausted with the monolithic exodus away from their once upon a time-ownership society and get no service from any of the official avenues suggested. A lean holiday makes for a strange day. Strange days make people speculate on what is going on.

There are then some even stranger interpretations based on rumor mill-style hearsay tranched into bundles of undereducated simple-mindedness. Almost funny if it wasn't so sad. Every level of awareness carries its own memes. This should be saying something about the awareness level of our Superiors. Da Vinci Code they are not. Forged letterhead and precious metals? Camu was never read, it sat there on the lah de dah coffeetable like a show trial. They could glance at it for evidence that their intentions were well placed, inhumane, but served a financial purpose.

They are not in my thoughts, sorry, we do not even have to read the body of copy anymore underneath the consumers' headlines, we already know what it will say. Often, there will be just enough unnamed twists that reading these stories is like doing a little wooden puzzle, you know everything goes in its place, you've been there so many times before, and the last one won't fit ... until you turn it upside down. Easy.

More importantly, our thoughts turn to having had the honor of Dadnerd commenting among us in wisdom and grace. He liked my take on his self-portrait. Then comments took another turn, but he'd let me see him in a way that another man would hide. Only tonight going back did I discover he'd altered the work to include my comment, 10 months ago. Surely he did that on purpose, confident I would find it one day. He leveled with us from the start, but he was such a full and total personality focused through integrity that his condition took back burner, the far back burner, until he was forced to recede from us and now he's somewhere else. We must appreciate the company of special people and tell them so when we are in contact with them, not later, and definitely not though a representative-self. It seemed much of Dadnerd's charm was his ability to speak freely from the heart without hesitation or taking it back in self-effacement, but with respect and attention to the subtleties of his friends while making perfect sense.

I find mourning to be selfish. We want the good among us to remain with us, present and accounted for, some of us are easily attached, fundamentally we feel its not fair, we experience loss and all that loss entails. I think instead, when someone leaves they should be celebrated with a festival. There should be a party in the cruise cabin and a glorious send-off. I say Carry on Dadnerd, save me a place in your circle.

It takes a train to cry

What Color is the Train Today ... I read that on Chris Floyd's Empire Burlesque just before reading Zoner's latest blog entry. It goes right along with what I've been thinking lately, namely when you stop educating the population to educate themselves, as in the true intent of real education, this is what you get. You get stupid people and you get freaks that have no behavioral controls. Then you get the nasty enforcers who have to keep the freaks at bay except there are far more freaks than enforcement. You would have to be a certain type of freak to want to have Halloween every day. You'd think they'd fall over with all the techno-weaponry hanging off their trousers. Out of the vehicle.
And that is only the visible tip of the iceberg. The real results of any movement so elaborate it takes years to implement on a global scale are showing now. It is impossible to mark the day or even the era when it began because it has always gone on. There was always an irrational segment of the population that blew off free thinking and acted, physically instead, often in sotto voce, if you were not convinced, stick around and they'd be delighted to convince you. It was never convincing to a person who thought.

Its amazing that we have so many people overpopulating this planet and so few who can think, isn't it? That the Illusion tirelessly works to buoy weak fabrications about what we are experiencing. None of them know the truth? Get real! They must. Some must. Its impossible to miss. The sell out to fascism was a bad move. Imperialism is a bad move. Bailouts and rip offs are bad moves. No one stands in the way? This is hard to believe. There is no difference in sentiment and opinion in the ranks? When everything is fubar, do you continue down the same road to annihilation or do you do an about face? How deep, how low, how high, how far goes the corruption? Are we, at our core, a corrupt species? Or perhaps corruption is contagious. Maybe it is in the food supply?

We are in an irreversible state at this time, a state of endless war brought to you by the econo-ocracy, the direct link to endless freak stupidity. Every exit is sewn up. Every person is in for a skinning, even if you have no skin left. Homeless, bloody, invalidated as human has no skin left. Every level upwards from the squatter's basements adds a layer of epidermis. Even if you live far away from the crowds in another country, you are living on resources that are and will be necessary to keep up the fiction. If not today then tomorrow. There is no end in sight. This was written in the wind that pushed the sails of the slave ships long, long before there was a word for mapping out parcels of land on someone else's continent.

The Trojan Horse has opened his belly exposing the mercenary armies of the freaks. It will continue until we are no more. Afterwords, there will be just them and then ... nothing, but the dust and smoke hanging in the air and bones brittle in the sun. Everything comes from Nature, everything returns to Nature. We are born from nature, we are nature. It is natural then the last war is ultimately a life and death struggle against Nature. Who will win and when? Each side thinks they know the answer, but the evidence on the mental scales of justice shows one side far lighter than the other. I refer you to The Art of Survival, Taoism and the Warring States in the Free Never Overdue Library on the sidebar concerning the victor knowing his enemy. Victory comes from thinking outside the box, i.e.; overstanding or overthinking, zooming out to the bigger picture, never taking for granted what you might find.

weekend brief

I am sorry to report on my web travels today, what is the matter with these people anyway? When are they going to come to their senses. Can it be that corruption on such a scale, even after only brief exposure, is irreversible? The Bu-ad stacked the courts, blew off the DAs who didn't agree with them and now, we live in hologram land. I have always held the weirdest feeling about candidate Greeting Card. It was as if he existed only because we dreamed him up? Have you met him, seen him in person? The vast majority of Americans have not and never will. And this thing about the voter's choice, heh, again, somehow it always comes down to a lesser of two evils and yet, those evils are cut from the same cloth. The old invisible robes ploy again. How dare they put someone in the oval and call him Osama Hussein. Let me lay it on you, that was not a synchronicity. Nor was it a coincidence.

The real-time technology used to make the film Avatar is prime for many applications beyond those of tinseltown. I'm not talking theme parks here. You'd have to have seen the filmmakers demonstrating the creation of characters and landscape, its an instant Photoshop in a sort of tablet camera/monitor that cranks out a semi-animation of what it is filming. The actors can wear what they normally wear, jeans, they just are the models to which Photoshop then applies native dress, colors, exaggerated features and movement. Same with the animals, foliage, a whole planet ... its incredible because the animation is so slight, yes, they do appear as if they are that planet's version of our species. Got it? Good.
It is said the technology was invented specifically for this film. In any brainstorming session, how long does it take for someone to appropriate the concept and share it with potential investors? About as long as a Twitter. This technology may be responsible for more than a few strange situations taking place on Earth. Nothing should surprise us by now.

Certainly you saw the Copenhagen climate talks amounted to a nonbinding resolution to allow China to smog and the Health Bill has been one long boring argument and dilly dallying producing nothing but higher prices even before any executive ink touches paper. Been to your pharmacy lately? Stand forewarned.

We know that Illinois sold a maximum security prison to the Feds. The local rurals are happy, surely it will bring them prosperity. We know 100 - 200 detainees will be transferred to this facility from Guantanamo which isn't being closed because they have plenty more sticking around to order rum punches from their chaise lounges at the Tropicana Banana.

The question was, Cuba was chosen because it was not on US soil therefore the US Constitution did not apply. Obviously, the detainees landing here despite lifer status, will want to see the insides of a courtroom and have a perfect right to do so. It didn't make sense. That is, until this morning. Now the pieces fall into place. 911 was our red alert. Within mere hours the atmosphere went from blue sky to a fog of danger. Everything changed. You have to learn to think like them if you want to anticipate them. Apparently, that is not easy. I'm not sure how one misses what is being laid out so clearly, after all, the pattern is long established by now. If you had reason to enmesh yourself in history and the arts (the eyes and voices) then you would have noted the parallels quickly and reel from all the little suspicions crowding out your worldview.

You know, human beings haven't really changed at all from the Dark Ages. Language evolves as the Alta Report proves so well. Costumes change. Styles go and return in retro. But the darkness was always there, sometimes it reigns like this era, maybe its the last era for real, if it is real. I am not kidding when I say I have my doubts. There is a sort of heebee jeebee torture going on with this chain yanking group of reptiles, a growing pressing down, it is most disturbing. It is hard to pinpoint what is exactly the most disturbing feature, the ones who know better but do it for position and fortune, another form of celebrity, or the ones who are evil beyond redemption, or those in it for secret reasons unfathomable to mere mortals.

count down days

In a certain light
you look like Elvis,
In a certain way,
you remind me of Jesus.
Elvis Costello, the Delivery Man

I haven't told my friends who comment here how much I appreciate them lately. I am saying so now. We gravitate towards those who think like we do and add to the layers of thoughts, taking them further, higher, in another direction, one I might not have thought of or slipped away unmentioned. I appreciate what you say, and each of you say it differently. Interestingly, there is a problem other blogs get sometimes where people who comment say the same thing as said in the original post, juggling it slightly, but a rewording nonetheless. We don't have that problem. Correct me if I am mispeaking. The glue that binds the people who say something here is, as seen in a certain light, the diversity of lifestyle and sense of irony shared. Very cool. The opening subject matter is pretty much the same, subjects of commonality, but the commentary is not. You never know what you're going to get, or who is going to put up a line that takes you into space way out there in billowy thought clouds ... and you leave links, too, ladders to climb, the cyclical concept for which the internet was originally intended. Of course, that's what the Blog List is all about, here anyway, its the Chrome concept where your Favorites are actually stored on your blog's sidebar, not resident on your laptop.

I don't think the Chrome plan is actually the best, it has its drawbacks which you discover when you have a hard drive crash, oops! Suddenly, its Cave Word out there. Ah, hmmmm, perhaps we should restart that old LA Times subscription, oops again, in the mountains? In this economy? Seriously. Not until the WorldX OS sees things our way. I need to hear from them like 20 years ago that the planet has a little climate issue and the easy oil was gone, which I did not. They save these things until is too late. Then they run the patch-up vids, but they waste the effort and expense, reality catches up and along comes Mister Karma.

I could go into some analytical detail about what the Illusion is up to recently, but you would have seen the same things. I'm afraid I'm just too skeptical now to take most of what I see verbatim. I take that back, make that everything I see. There are many brilliant writers around, but each comes from a unique perspective. Ultimately, you must depend on your senses - the vibrations felt by complex vegetable matter.

They never fail to affect. If they do anything well, it is to effect. In addition to the broadbrush effect we are only too familiar with, I do not like to think of them or how they do what they do. The only way out of a negative situation is to change your mental channel to a positive channel, call it healthy diversion if you like, the diversion chosen is the yardstick of your character.

In this chapter we remain concerned with the Apocalypse. How will the incessant revealing of minutiae combined with the surreal resources grab and depletion partnering with climate and economic disparities affect the corn syrup set overall since they are experiencing growing financial and privacy calamities and see the war bills snaking in transit through the system, increasingly hearing one thing but seeing another? The holidays and all its accompanying consumer purchasing statistics will distract for a few months and then reality sets in and then, well, we shall see and make of it what we will. Be honest with all and do no harm. Visible always says Everything is under control. When you are in control of your being then everything else is under control.

the crisis management feature in WorldX

What feature in the WorldX operating system would bring-in such heavies as Mme.All-red and M.Geragos from the media created celebrity defense industry, unfailingly drawn to the scent of money and lots of it? It would be extensive Image Consulting negotiations also known as the reverse of crisis management, we can call it crisis creation and we can call it benefitting from manufactured crisis. For example, what if you had one gig and that's all anybody knew you did, you make a tidy fortune off that one gig, but you saw it was a dead end in the long run, that hanging around on the green with others hanging around in the green wasn't enough when nothing is ever enough, and you had a secret craving for something more, something perhaps narcissistic too, like a book and multi movie deal. In other words, Tiger wants to be an actor. In his circle of green acquaintances and connections in-the-know, easily he would come across those who could arrange a change of career. How successful this would turn out depends on how badly Tiger wants his wish fulfilled, much like selling his soul to the devil. Arrangements would have to be outrageously expensive, its never as easy as it looks, or rather, is made to look, even though most of us would never know or suspect enough to look. The public is predictable, its not hard to take over their attentions with a sex scandal no matter what horrors are occurring elsewhere, anywhere. Yes, even while human beings are dying duct-taped and gagged with rags at Guantanamo, a sex scandal takes precedence over all else as Image Consultants well know, and as Elliot Spitzer came to learn.

I have quoted many times on this blog the age old line sex and money makes the world go round. Oh, you think its war that makes it spin, no, money makes war and war makes money. In this way, money actually trumps sex.

I'm not shocked, just disgusted. It keeps happening, in the space of mere days we had dinnergate crashing right into womanizergate running parallel to climategate. You should ask "Who is behind this?" Certainly, it would be lame to suggest these things just happen. No, it is part of what we have come to expect, there are no accidents. It only appears to the masses as every once in a while some fool actually does something media worthy, always something negative, criminal or scornful, and during the shock and furor small word leaks out about the involvement of a damage consultant on the job, a slide-by detail, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Oh, why there is nothing at all strange about hiring a "public relations" group to push a variance of a story and create an aura that is the opposite of the aura actually surrounding an event. Definitely, that is one of the worst features, and least mentioned to my knowledge anyway, about our current status in lovely WorldX. Have a look for yourself the next time, or this time, something foolish comes to the forefront like balloon boy and morphs and fleshes expansively as it floats through the populations like shake and bake in the water supply.

If crisis managers can change the public perception, why limit that line of work to rerouting a crisis already taking place, why not create crisis on demand? All the tools to do so are already available in their workplace, the connections, the legal teams, and for the right price, plenty of people are willing to participate, eager even to make the cover of the tabloids, to be seen, known, perhaps for them there will be book and movie deals as well?

Not every consulting firm is as good at these projects as some others are, like anything, a mere handful are skilled enough to execute the job flawlessly and others - just not quite as well. I suspect in Tiger's case it won't produce the obviously lavishly expensive results desired, perhaps he should have negotiated with a few others before settling on that one with the loudest mouth and not the best plan. He doesn't really have the "it" factor and no one told him because he was busy being leveraged.

If media did not exist, would these crises take place? If media was not entertainment with consequence, would it be of any interest to anyone? Notice in the Tiger project how many profited financially - and those are just the ones you know about. Look at dinner gate, how do the Solahis rate newsworthiness other than by what has happened since? They may still get their reality show because after all they were just the dimestore players in a larger crisis of greater consequence in which ever-burgeoning security enhancements further buttress the fortress of far bigger fish.

the state of the condition

We often hear about the unquestioned existence of balance in the Universe as if there is an inviolate law over which no mortal has authority, that evil must balance with good. This law, although certified in truth by some very great humans over time, believed and sworn by, is a style of thinking in much the same way a God with beard and robes is going to greet us at the pearly gates if we've been honorable during our visit to planet Earth. I have yet to meet someone who has come back from Heaven to assure me that all was good in that dimension, evil got what was coming to it and the law is indeed real. Have you? This brings me to ask then, in this morass of war and consuming, what if evil only became more evil, if it was never actually countered by overarching good, and the Illusion, including the media, the econo-ocracy, the WorldX operating system, just becomes worse? After Bush, don't you think we deserved Rev. Wright as president to counter the neoconservative occupation, with Sen.Kucinich as the veep? That would have been the righteous balance I'm looking forward to in my dreams ... as in your dreams. Of course, I've met some awfully interesting, incredible people along the journey that I'd like to stack in the Supreme Court as long as we're dreaming.

I'm simultaneously catching bits of a R&R Hall of Fame TV concert and beg your forgiveness if I jump subjects from time to time here. I would not include a famous rocker on the SCOTUS due to the financial factor, not counting Bob Dylan who's talents would be best used as Chief Publicist, actually publicist is a questionable term isn't it, let's say instead Spokesperson in Chief. He does not appear to be in the program I'm watching tonight. The irony is the very people who would be great at running the world don't want the job. They loathe the spotlights. I don't blame them at all. Who would want that job other than someone with an extreme ego-driven agenda?

So there's Bonnie and David Crosby welcoming Jackson Brown to the stage. Why, Jackson seems to be a fan of Grecian Formula! To each his own, but I personally disavow all that stuff. It seems like so much trouble, why would anyone with half-a-brain go to the expense, time and effort for vanity anymore? They do this because they are under an occupation of the representative-self. They allow economically insecure image consultants to design the envelope in the style which statistics tell them brings the greatest amount of money for their area of expertise.

As an exercise, try on for a moment, the experience of someone who is compelled to stand for the better part of an hour or more, perhaps lots more than that, in front of a mirror. Imagine the work area to be stocked with materials for application required to present yourself to others. Easily, it is an even stranger trip for someone who actually knows better or at least suspects better. The problem comes when interacting with someone who has abandoned their self-representative in the spontaneity of the natural self finding themselves contrasted with a clown or a criminal. People do not need 99% of what they think they need. Why disguise? Disguises are meant to deceive, are they not? Are we supposed to think David Crosby went out and bought a Santa Clause mask for the concert? He ages, Jackson Brown stays forever youthful? Does this make any sense?

Yes, its December, we're back in the wintertime of our lives. Sooty and dusty, but free of the gas company drag. Last year we managed the entire cold season on firewood. Since more than half my blog was deleted, posts about this particular survival tactic are no longer available, but it was a success primarily due to the fireteacher's skill in obtaining in a goods for services exchange plenty of long burning Oak. Right away we learned the lesson of running out and spent the summer evenings often repeating the winter system of stockpiling. At this time, the piles are relatively huge and rather obsessively organized according to age and biotype. I had a few debates on this blog about the amount required and the count appearing in a few digitals, and will resolve that debate right now by stating you-can-never-have-enough. The amount we use grows in proportion to the dropping temps. There is a severe weather storm coming in tomorrow and we'll easily have the fire going for a twenty-plus log day. We have a lot, its like counting beans in a jar, there is more than we think, but I often hear the fireteacher worrying. I have already said he's always right. Well, there have been a few times he was not, I'm sure there has been at least one time he was not, if such a thing is possible ...

He has seen quite a bit of evil. Then there are those others of us who saw it too - but did not understand what it was we were seeing. Those were the days. The Before Era when we were still deeply indoctrinated from our training in the Zombie Food Courts, Before Bush, before the Sopranos multiplied exponentially in proportion to the planet's population and realized they might actually get away with their felonious rip of resources underway and expanding. The laws of justice apply here, for every action there is a reaction. Those who harm humanity, ultimately harm themselves. We could say to them, by the way, you do know we are all in this together, don't you? When its all gone, there is no more, not for me and as you will see, not for you either. The Doomsday seedbank is not infinite. You can pipeline the planet in a cocoon and when its run out, its gone, money, blood, heroin or sex will not make more and you will have some nasty, nasty wars as those pipelines trickle the stains of a lost gamble, the Dubai high, the Vegas crapshoot.

Even if everyone at the overlit superboxmarketKmartwal*marts this week is high on salad shooters and clamshells at permanently inflated prices because its somehow cool to blow bread again, did they ever really stop, and even if we are the only ones left who see this as the ultimate in the long manipulation of humanity, it doesn't matter. That karmic balance I started out with is actually taking place, it is merely a gradual process that moves us along from one plane of consciousness to another. As we come to the readjustment of relative time, coming down from the immediacy of self gratification, it only appears slow.

deja vu

Its been a while since Joe Bageant published the Zombie Food Court piece, I would have thought that revelation alone would have changed some of us forever, but it did not. Some of us think such knowledge are just words arranged in a particularly appealing manner, maybe as appealing as Classic Comics, better than the average Mickey Mouse, but just cartoons after all is said and done. Joe's work was followed up, by me anyway, into Arthur Silber's Once Upon a Time blog, I'd liken it to post grad studies for those of us who majored in Zombie Food Courts during the undergrad phase in the Honors section and which head-master Visible rules the entire university, humorously, but indisputably. I can offer but small details, little subvariations on the theme, sociological anthropology I understand its called. Readership has nothing to do with anything after a point, the point being a moment in time where you pause to reflect on everything happening before rejoining your normal life, the one where you do laundry, collect firewood, buy milk at the convenience store gas pump fried chicken stripmall add-on. Sometimes I wish I'd never started blogging, its always there, waiting for more food, an open yaw like a comma in the day. Shall we talk about this week and last? Dinnergate? Tigergate? Huckabeegate? Ohhhhh, Climategate? No, how bout Moretroopsgate? We will not talk about healthgate. I am flat out never in the mood to discuss the health reform bill, why that's just talking trash and we don't want do that now, do we? In fact, there is nothing the Illusion does that is worth talking about unless we're talking real and since there is nothing real about the Illusion, we'd be talking about things that are said to be happening that are the opposite of what is and will be happening. Is there any point in talking about activities that do not exist and never have?

I am far more interested in real things. Then it gets good. Then my ears perk up, finally, we've been waiting for this. Why things are the way they are, our patterns, cycles, how we traverse this journey on this planet in this era. What we do for our survival, the graduating extremes we allow ourselves to experience and how we feel about our experience, that's the hot area. For example, at this stage of the miseducation of the born outcast, at this level of understanding where we admit to knowing nothing, but know something indescribable is taking place, you know things out there are impacting your trip ... severely. You know it is on the increase and you have no idea when it will change for the better or what to do to help that change along. If you are watching others, as we cannot help but do, you are amazed how much punishment they can take and remarkably, the suicide rate is relatively low for these ongoing horrors. Of course, suicide takes many forms, the most common aside from actually jumping off a tall building is substance abuse in which every act and breath is slow death. Another and likely even more common is the fallback into your pattern suicide. This is where one reverts to autopilot behavior learned from childhood success with the method, the one where you infinitely repeat your scenes, good and bad, in different geographies, employments or social situations meaning they are always disguised from the performers as if something new was taking place requiring a brand new solution every time. This is especially common to repeat victims in domestic violence and repeat offenders of crimes, they fail to note the overall picture of their life is unchanging due to a change of costume and the variance in script. When you understand the stakes in the game, you run as fast as possible to the most comfortable outlet, which is your own pattern, its always been there, there must be huge comfort in its familiarity - but none of that is noticed. Not noticing is what keeps the pattern happy. It does not have to deal with any Zombie Food Courts or petty emotional drama. Mostly, its the least embarrassing of all choices because you think its not noticed by anyone and its probably not since everyone else is busy patterning as well.
At some horrible point the pattern is broken and personal change is inevitable. It always happens, no one gets out of here alive. For some of us there are a series of pivotal moments which have the cumulative effect of powerful adjustment and we can see ourselves as we are, at least briefly. If only we had done this, or that, then. Its a very individual thing, the one mind is made up of humans carrying damaged baggage packed with individualized memories. Its only fair to see ourselves as the sum combination of inherited biological traits and anthropogenic experience. Patterns in plots we could say, all of us protagonists and all of us behind the Super 8 working toward that Fellini moment. We won't get there because that is just the pattern working in which the same old solutions are applied to the same old situations that brought you to where you are at this moment in time, typing, puffing, reading bad news, procrastinating on possibility, the broken record going round and round repeating a David Crosby lyric:

...And I feel
Like I've been here before
Feel
Like I've been here before
And you know
It makes me wonder
What's going on...

I'm just going to say this one time, we are already in the predicted disaster. The reason it isn't better known is things appear visually to be the same as always, when you look out there. We mustn't acknowledge disaster because that would incite real civil war the likes of which have never been imagined or exist in any pattern anywhere with this amount of people in this amount of misery. What is of constant amazement to me personally is that we are alive on Earth in this time to see it if we are looking. I want no part of it, just as I want no part of terrorgate, greenshootgate and deficitgate, but we both know peace of mind and tranquility is extremely rare as of late, don't we. One must make the effort, in spite of circumstance, to do something good for oneself and others as often as possible. Its the only thing that works. Trust me, I know.