By now, I'm sure you're hip to Survival Acres. I've always been fond of John's way with words, perhaps its that weird, inexplicable ministry background infrequently referred to in his work. John's opinion on the evolutionary phenomena of information sharing is right on the money and insightful in that my enchantment with the web diminishes in parallel with the exponential rise of social networks, tech toys, apps and everything that is nothing less than sheep's ear tags for the identification of which herd belongs to which plantation and are they stupid enough yet, i.e.; finished fully, for the slaughterhouse? I do hope authors don't mind my brevity, I've done this before in comment links, when I nutshell a sort of boost for their labor by saying John doesn't mince words or overlook a particular iconic angle in the current zeitgeist even when others will perceive it as just another part of the background noise, its like white noise now, hypnotic, where it is what-it-is and it has no impact on anything happening out there and a worsening impact on what is happening inside. On a lengthy sabbatical in the Nevada desert, I lived not far from the drone nativity colony during which not a day passed I wasn't awakened by drones in training. They whine. Imagine a nightmarish Ellen Ripley-style drooling Alien, whining. All these recent stories in the media about the sudden use of drones on American soil are paychecks being collected for clicking on the press releases in their email. I was told by the locals in 2006, very nearly six years ago, in no uncertain terms, drones honed-in on a prison escapee inside an aqueduct which showed on the thermal sensor as a bright red line around the prisoner's seemingly hidden body.
Lying is ubiquitous from birth. We exit the womb into feeling-censored expression. Take a typical day and see if you can intermingle with a varied mix of personalities, including yourself, and see how many lies you hear and how many you tell. There is courtesy ... and then there is compassion. Both are on the wane with compassion actually being the real basis for love and for friendship, as the two are one. Then there is the disappointment one leaves themselves open to in showing the real self and finding whomever it is that you are interacting with won't go there and no matter how you try, there is no reciprocation. Of course we know there is a way, but few dare to tread that path for long, however heroic. The only saving grace I've ever found that works every time is Struggle On, life is about learning and if its truth you seek and truth you discover, it is a blessing regardless of the occasion. Even then, you cannot fix another person, you can only understand. With someone you are close to, understanding knows no limits unless you are being endangered which sounds a lot like the situation we are living through at this very moment in time, taking place up there under the stage lights of the main arena, the lame new world. We read, we interpret, we read more, we see the illusion come to life, we actually see the catch pens under construction, there can be no doubt and yet, it just goes on, it drones and whines and eats itself only to come out the other end as worse than it went in. Somehow, just when it appears the worst is upon us still we are able to reach for some rosy part of the day to lift us above the rabble into that sweet change where the air is fit to breathe and the soul is stirred. Bholanath's Wildlife Center and 'hood pics of the animals and avian families do it for me. So does Jimi Hendrix with Red House (over yonder).
It is extraordinarily rare to come across a person who is completely straight all the way regardless of circumstance, situation, dialogue in any and all relationships. We strive for this and too frequently fall short. This is a facet of the human condition, but being of the human species doesn't require that we cannot learn from our animal teachers.
Today I found a fallen Hawk, as magnificent a creature in death as in life, and carried him by his legs to a picturesque soft spot away from the road where his soul would enter the Animal Kingdom in natural peace. His lower backside was black charred, otherwise he was perfectly intact leading me to think perhaps he had some accident atop the phone pole, a favored place to hang while hunting. I'm hearing this kind of electrical equipment has to be grounded, so I can't explain the nasty burn. All that can be said about it is whatever happened, this true feathered monarch came in contact with something unnatural. In other words, he bumped up against the anthropogenic system and it cost him as it always costs all who meet with bumps. What is unusual and wildly prevalent are those who choose to participate in the entertainments, the circuses such as boxing, rodeos, Nascar, casinos and porn. These things are different worlds of territorial testosterone gone to extremes enabled by the highest bidder. This too is all another avenue of spectacular riches and occupies the fascinations of a huge part of the worshiping public with whom we interact making all that shared information gathered over the years absolutely worthless in changing the ways we are impacted in order to proceed through this journey.
The Internet has only pointed out in starker terms what has always been happening. Before the web, sometimes we heard it might be happening, now we read it happens regularly as if each event, crime, scam, rip, enslavement, hustle is brand new, but it has always been the vicious writhing mass of tortured secrets and inhumanity compounded with greater heights of inhumanity that you see unfolding before you now. It has no repair. Beauty and contentment are where you find them. You must take the steps to your own freedom. As I have said, compassion is the magic key. But like all keys, sometimes it is lost and you have to figure out where you left it and how you could possibly find it again in these times. Recently, I lost mine and got a case of serious trepidations racing back to the spot where I last remembered having it. A woman I'd never met drove up behind me, shouting "I've got your keys!" Sure enough, she'd even left a note at the spot. Keys, cards and ID were safe and as I took note of the excited children in her SUV (and obvious lookalike family members visiting for Christmas) the warm glow of gratitude enveloped me enough to hug her and leave the scene spiritually intact. I felt like I could post again. Breathe again. Kiss the dogs and hug the Oaks, fall on my knees in prayer for the Hawk that his body rest in peace and his soul fly on. That my friends I've never met are unknown multitudes of the ones already visiting, feeling just like us and deserving of whatever, small comfort we bring each other in these times of terror, joy, lies, loss of dignity and respect, humiliation, confusion, ecstasy, despair, etc., stepping away from extremes into our own personal freedom to speak what is on our mind and share what is in our hearts or simply dwell.
In truth, we can step out of the noise anytime, it isn't us, it holds not a scintilla of reality, so why be in it at all? It is not important to puff up ourselves with the Dangerous Life being offered through technology, the mob, sensationalistic media and titillating headlines and the people who believe it all and seemingly know no better, as if there is only one way to live, one way to love, one way to gain, if they know what it is to gain, seeing only the gain that morphs itself into loss, fully blank when it comes to deep wells of purity available everywhere yet invisible, but the life-giving source from which all must drink if it means anything to experience the years full of changes spent on Planet Earth. Everything we learn about each other reinforces the observation that no one is immune without inflicting great damage to themselves.
Whatever 2012 has in store for our planet, since we have survived so much already only to arrive here at this time of witnessing, there is not much that could take it away. And if there was something, some disaster, something tragic, have we not weathered these storms before and before that? I have watched the sun rise dawn over the mast discovering my low little sloop sailing in a school of sharks off the southern coast of the Dominican Republic, I have lost power on a windless day over knife-craggy reefs breaking the sea surface and figured out how to bleed a diesel while rocking back and forth as the water slapped the beam. I have held on for 6 hours to a T-Bar in a blizzard looking down at snowy treetops singing Calypso, Sparrow tunes actually, and walked on single train tracks above the surly canyons of British Columbia, stared down the barrel of a gun held by a hostile dealer and wrecked motorcycles on Riverside Drive at rush hour, leading me to think 2012 will be interesting if anything... May the New Year be the best ever for each person reading here.
If wishes grew on trees...
One Love
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
The farce flying in the face of quicksand
Among the over-aggressive, fatuitous people who hitched their fates to the Illusion, the impossibility of continuance somehow came to them in subconscious, fleeting, here today, gone tomorrow moments and slowly took off in viral whispers over flutes of outrageously expensive champagne in the highest places to the point it no longer mattered if there were endings or beginnings or even the mildest concern if a nation crumpled and then another and another, all of them failing by definition of a failed state, definitions designed by and for the Illusion, such failures were and are ubiquitously welcomed as the natural free progression towards fabulous opportunity for the successful predator, the very most successful, the King of all Predators being, of course, M-a-n. A certain kind of man, belonging to a violent alien hybrid ethnicity perhaps.
At first, and for decades, it appeared and still does for the vast majority of helpless, confused slaves, that all, yes, every single one of the looming and dire threats facing our planet were being deliberately twisted, thrown into the Diversion Cellars of media conglomerates, misaligned by the most inconsequential, miniscule shards of truth and misrepresented to the public resulting in entire mountain ranges of false opinion based on yesterday's garbage. This body of opinion existed, and still does, to occupy the space in the human mind organically reserved for natural curiosity. How could it be, asked the worried slave, that a steady lineup of supposedly human models stands eagerly before the global camera bickering, misspeaking, yukking it up and putting forth agendas that would only serve to make a bad situation worse? That ever since climate change showed itself, the poisonous atmosphere has multiplied beyond record, that ever since awareness of a debt crisis was allowed, country by country is folding under pressure, that once it became obvious we were in deep trouble with peaking energy, there is more energy demand than ever before, and how could Fukushima's Chernobyl-style meltdowns occur with so little concern for the coming Cancers? How 'bout a little statistic on Afghan civilians wanting endless drone war? And why is it, asked the corn-fed children of the fructose-consuming slaves, all those regal leaders are running around bare ass naked, why, when its plain to see everyone's suffering is multiplying exponentially, do they keep on doing all those awful things? Who will punish them, who is not a part of the dark side, why are they immune to sanctions and death penalties? Even the little children, born into it, as busy as they are with their junior tech toys and belt bearing parents, can feel something is off while their meals consist of freeze dried doughy soylent green, but they are made to memorize the food pyramid in class. Oh, what to do? How do you answer to the kids? Would YOU personally cover for the Abusers? Um, I don't think so. You'll have to break it to them soon enough because out there in the big, big world, children not much older than those still under the discomfort of an underwater mortgaged roof are enduring recovery from in your face pepper spray dished out by the very dudes whose united motto is to protect and serve.
Who is being protected and who is serving whom?
Now, as yet another no fly zone is beginning the dogmatic excesses of being sealed into place over yet another wayward Arab Spring gone beastly, and the drumbeats against Iran grow into timpanic membrane-shattering thunder, we review these past decades as normal curious slaves and begin at last to fill in that difficult corner section of a trillion piece jigsaw puzzle. It would be easier to see through the fog if Black Everyday is a Shopping Holiday consumerism weren't equally as deafening in heightened contrast. Buy! Buy! Kill! Kill! While teetering malls track slaves by cellphone supposedly building statistics on what individual consumers do, where and how often inside gargantuan weather-less energy whales, why have we not heard of tracking the deadly results of Fukushima's meltdowns? Why is it off the radar to get statistics for the future of Niger's youth, Somalian famine devastation and what in the world is going on now that spawned enemy plantation overseers are deep sixed, in the dark of night, keeping the believers out of the fantasia media loop? When you start a story and the follow up is this weak, how are intentionally created, addicted to fake news slaves supposed to keep up with the full presentation? Every day, many times in a day, stuff happens. The news web revolves and spins with beginnings, but where are the endings? And the behind the scenes paragraphs and middle passages to keep up the interest? We're not supposed to know. We are supposed to be shopping, that is IF we are not panhandling dirty welfare hippies, living off entitlements, unemployed, a detested drag on the Dream turned to someone else's worst nightmare.
There cannot be endings and definitely not coerced beginnings and middles. You'll have to forgo them. A real ending is final and reveals the horrific reality that It Is Over. They know it, the slaves are not allowed to know. Not since JFK have we had a decent person looking out for American interests as well as Humanity's interest. This IS how it happened, step by secret step, sinking deeper into the Apocalyptic quicksand we lost our way in repetitive negative reinforcement. It was not as much a pure awakening as a gradual realization over time that Planet Earth simply can not keep on functioning as it was and still to this day hobbles to do what it once did naturally, except it can not under the massive weight of too many gaping mouths and fattened wallets and bodies in various states of declining health, starvation of nutrients, we are like plants and need sunlight to survive, but the survival mechanism has been destroyed along with everything else. This situation will go on and on until it can no longer carry the appetites of the self-inflated vampires taking it for granted our Earth is indestructible, one gigantic, unlimited free for all, ripe for the taking, an ongoing infinite, nonstop rape. The ending of all the stories comes when the last man passes out from exhaustion on the last portion of decayed asphalt realizing, "Oh No!" He knew it all along and his dying wish is to have been more prepared, to have told someone in a postion to do something what it was he was seeing. It won't happen because until there is no one left, there will always be someone else who thinks they know better than the slave.
We will be the first humans to have three world wars within a single century and the toll of each serves to expedite the quicksand's lust. It is not for lack of something better to do that Astrophysicists are deseperate to find planets bearing water. The only question left once they close in on the real deal is: Has mankind learned ANY lessons? I doubt it. The Universe is already known to be violent, it portends rather a perfect ending, does it not? An ending with a brutal beginning, a metastasizing disease infecting galaxy after galaxy. Will they bring along the gift blankets? Is there a map of Black Holes yet?
Su is right in suggesting the internet will be closed down. We have to expect it along with the continued diminshment in the quality of life overall. Every avenue of repair, hope, possibility, escape and salvation will evaporate before our eyes as planetary austerity grows and overtakes every small, insignificant innocent being just going along minding their own business because they will never, ever tell us the truth since the truth implicates them beyond the shadow of doubt. They will never understand in such times guilt is not the issue, we've known for decades blame is not a tool for conflict resolution, forgiveness and restoration of the natural balance is appropriate here, but their fear is too great. The paranoia is so pervasive at every level, they throw patsy after patsy into the lion's den hoping the audience will be finally satiated and quit their irritating questions. It is this death match which will continue to put forth all the wrong, actually opposite efforts leading to predictable failure leading to extinction of human and other resources that once supported a grand and glorious opportunity now wasted so badly it is fully impossible to go back in time.
Be sure to hug your loved ones, human or animal or both and be grateful for the time left and make possible whatever happiness for others, no matter how small that happiness, that you can bring about. We are here in these extreme times for that reason only. And it is a beautiful reason, there is none more pure than sharing our love and maximizing our compassion. It seems to me that meltdown is built into every nuclear power plant online and is it not possible that all of them could be adjusted somewhat to make nuclear weaponry? If that is the case, then the annihilation of Planet Earth is kinda guaranteed ... built into the plan you might say, not that slaves should ever spend a single minute dwelling on what that means in the bigger scheme. We like to have faith we will be around at least to see our lifetimes through and surely that will happen ... or not, the edifice and artifice are incredible, spectacular even, but all of it harbors that ugly little trapdoor keeping us neatly rounded up in place never to know exactly when or how this sad story ends.
At first, and for decades, it appeared and still does for the vast majority of helpless, confused slaves, that all, yes, every single one of the looming and dire threats facing our planet were being deliberately twisted, thrown into the Diversion Cellars of media conglomerates, misaligned by the most inconsequential, miniscule shards of truth and misrepresented to the public resulting in entire mountain ranges of false opinion based on yesterday's garbage. This body of opinion existed, and still does, to occupy the space in the human mind organically reserved for natural curiosity. How could it be, asked the worried slave, that a steady lineup of supposedly human models stands eagerly before the global camera bickering, misspeaking, yukking it up and putting forth agendas that would only serve to make a bad situation worse? That ever since climate change showed itself, the poisonous atmosphere has multiplied beyond record, that ever since awareness of a debt crisis was allowed, country by country is folding under pressure, that once it became obvious we were in deep trouble with peaking energy, there is more energy demand than ever before, and how could Fukushima's Chernobyl-style meltdowns occur with so little concern for the coming Cancers? How 'bout a little statistic on Afghan civilians wanting endless drone war? And why is it, asked the corn-fed children of the fructose-consuming slaves, all those regal leaders are running around bare ass naked, why, when its plain to see everyone's suffering is multiplying exponentially, do they keep on doing all those awful things? Who will punish them, who is not a part of the dark side, why are they immune to sanctions and death penalties? Even the little children, born into it, as busy as they are with their junior tech toys and belt bearing parents, can feel something is off while their meals consist of freeze dried doughy soylent green, but they are made to memorize the food pyramid in class. Oh, what to do? How do you answer to the kids? Would YOU personally cover for the Abusers? Um, I don't think so. You'll have to break it to them soon enough because out there in the big, big world, children not much older than those still under the discomfort of an underwater mortgaged roof are enduring recovery from in your face pepper spray dished out by the very dudes whose united motto is to protect and serve.
Who is being protected and who is serving whom?
Now, as yet another no fly zone is beginning the dogmatic excesses of being sealed into place over yet another wayward Arab Spring gone beastly, and the drumbeats against Iran grow into timpanic membrane-shattering thunder, we review these past decades as normal curious slaves and begin at last to fill in that difficult corner section of a trillion piece jigsaw puzzle. It would be easier to see through the fog if Black Everyday is a Shopping Holiday consumerism weren't equally as deafening in heightened contrast. Buy! Buy! Kill! Kill! While teetering malls track slaves by cellphone supposedly building statistics on what individual consumers do, where and how often inside gargantuan weather-less energy whales, why have we not heard of tracking the deadly results of Fukushima's meltdowns? Why is it off the radar to get statistics for the future of Niger's youth, Somalian famine devastation and what in the world is going on now that spawned enemy plantation overseers are deep sixed, in the dark of night, keeping the believers out of the fantasia media loop? When you start a story and the follow up is this weak, how are intentionally created, addicted to fake news slaves supposed to keep up with the full presentation? Every day, many times in a day, stuff happens. The news web revolves and spins with beginnings, but where are the endings? And the behind the scenes paragraphs and middle passages to keep up the interest? We're not supposed to know. We are supposed to be shopping, that is IF we are not panhandling dirty welfare hippies, living off entitlements, unemployed, a detested drag on the Dream turned to someone else's worst nightmare.
There cannot be endings and definitely not coerced beginnings and middles. You'll have to forgo them. A real ending is final and reveals the horrific reality that It Is Over. They know it, the slaves are not allowed to know. Not since JFK have we had a decent person looking out for American interests as well as Humanity's interest. This IS how it happened, step by secret step, sinking deeper into the Apocalyptic quicksand we lost our way in repetitive negative reinforcement. It was not as much a pure awakening as a gradual realization over time that Planet Earth simply can not keep on functioning as it was and still to this day hobbles to do what it once did naturally, except it can not under the massive weight of too many gaping mouths and fattened wallets and bodies in various states of declining health, starvation of nutrients, we are like plants and need sunlight to survive, but the survival mechanism has been destroyed along with everything else. This situation will go on and on until it can no longer carry the appetites of the self-inflated vampires taking it for granted our Earth is indestructible, one gigantic, unlimited free for all, ripe for the taking, an ongoing infinite, nonstop rape. The ending of all the stories comes when the last man passes out from exhaustion on the last portion of decayed asphalt realizing, "Oh No!" He knew it all along and his dying wish is to have been more prepared, to have told someone in a postion to do something what it was he was seeing. It won't happen because until there is no one left, there will always be someone else who thinks they know better than the slave.
We will be the first humans to have three world wars within a single century and the toll of each serves to expedite the quicksand's lust. It is not for lack of something better to do that Astrophysicists are deseperate to find planets bearing water. The only question left once they close in on the real deal is: Has mankind learned ANY lessons? I doubt it. The Universe is already known to be violent, it portends rather a perfect ending, does it not? An ending with a brutal beginning, a metastasizing disease infecting galaxy after galaxy. Will they bring along the gift blankets? Is there a map of Black Holes yet?
Be sure to hug your loved ones, human or animal or both and be grateful for the time left and make possible whatever happiness for others, no matter how small that happiness, that you can bring about. We are here in these extreme times for that reason only. And it is a beautiful reason, there is none more pure than sharing our love and maximizing our compassion. It seems to me that meltdown is built into every nuclear power plant online and is it not possible that all of them could be adjusted somewhat to make nuclear weaponry? If that is the case, then the annihilation of Planet Earth is kinda guaranteed ... built into the plan you might say, not that slaves should ever spend a single minute dwelling on what that means in the bigger scheme. We like to have faith we will be around at least to see our lifetimes through and surely that will happen ... or not, the edifice and artifice are incredible, spectacular even, but all of it harbors that ugly little trapdoor keeping us neatly rounded up in place never to know exactly when or how this sad story ends.
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
You say you want a revolution
"You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out ..."
John Lennon
If war was outlawed, which in the truth of Jah Almighty it is, there would be no crime. There would be no atrocities, no theft, no empire, no demand for more, no false growth, no need to be larger than we are for we are merely animals in costumes playing games with evil since civilian direction comes not from higher authority in these matters, but from the cesspools of conflict, consumption and selfishness.
Look where we are now as a species, paranoid and presumptuous, having completely lost our way, unable to act without acting irrationally, unable to make the connections required to achieve any goal to help the greater good prevail. As long as we war, we are locked into self defeat. Every issue, problem, disaster, argument is solvable, easily by taking the high road which our authorities (not mine, not yours, but those of the directionless ego driven self-spawned celebrity leaders and their investors) refuse to recognize as the only road to real growth and salvation of the human being. Just because we were born into it is no justification, just because history states these things as always having gone on, is again no excuse it continue now. We are at the bottom sinking deeper, there is no end in sight to the problems of men and still the grand illusion prevails as the only way forward. The joke of life is that no one ever states the obvious, much less lives it since six billion and ninety nine million human animals fear losing the miniscule portion of whatever is left them after they've lost seemingly everything that mattered.
If you missed this comment from Scrapwood last week, please force yourself to absorb it now, it lies at the heart of our existence.
I cannot recall a more sickening item online than the relentless mainstream media link to a frame-by-frame video of Qaddafi's sodomization. It was up for days, I refused the invite, holding back my revulsion simply from the vision as puke rose in the esophagus and wondered who in their right mind would click to view it. Is this what entertains my brothers and sisters now? Who among you salivates at seeing the sword draw blood from the anus of another person? My God! After what the human race has done to this man, even if it was his double, the unmarked grave, the total lack of celebration of a life, the pro-lifers in the candidate's seat swearing life begins at conception, utterly lacking in compassion for lives currently in existence as if every man and woman other than the speaker is an immediate threat. And as if that wasn't enough, hour by hour every single day, the crime on the ground fully emulates the enuring of our species. No matter where you are, lock down your life, danger lurks. Seal yourself from the others, their intention is always evil. You would think serial killing home invaders are calling the shots and for all we know, that could well be the case. Actually, I can't think of a better description of bigshots busying themselves dreaming of newer and ever-slimier activities.
Now the world is imploding because their economies are in failure, I ask you, what did you expect from an illusion? Don't tell me you bought into the fantasy of unlimited growth. If we are living on a finite planet, with finite resources, for a finite period of say eighty or so years, the entire concept of infinity is meaningless. There is only one infinity and that is the infinity of the Creator. The rest is gibberish, a massive con. Something to do while we breathe in, breathe out. Unfortunately it is a con that is woven from potentially indestructible complexities and doomed to persist until everyone is converted or dead or beaten down never to rise again to expose at last the impossibility of existence in any other medium other than that of impossibly infinite growth. All this worsens in the face of climate chaos. Nothing, not even God, stands in the way, in fact, climate payback empowers greater heights of spectacular hustles as if secretly, in the black heart of the pusher, time is of the essence. Oh, they know. Grab it all while the getting is good because soon enough somebody else will.
It all translates down the ranks into the unconscious mind of the little man just doing his best to get along until one day he is sick and tired of losing and acts on his own or more likely shovels the scheme onto his offspring that this IS how the world works and you'd better put in your two cents or you too shall lose. So we have the strangest deviations in civilian life no normal person could imagine. All the little powerless egos climbing on the bandwagon wearing badges of full faith in the religions of hatred of their fellows. Among the greatest of distortions is the distortion that fawning over atrocity is somehow evidence of Godly prowess.
There is no need for me to go into how this came about, it is simply a matter of selfish creature comfort taken to grotesque extremes, the python swallows the deer because he is hungry and has no idea what he is doing other than satisfying his urge. By this time, this time in the evolution of the human being animal, the spiteful power hungry have utterly lost any ability to relate to God and that is also not a surprise since the churches they attend reflect back to them the righteousness of their falsity. That war and war crimes are good and holy even, that economic superiority is necessary for the enrichment of their dogma and since the system as it presently exists is a supposedly established fact of life not to be questioned ever, but supported by aligning with the massive press of vainglorious authority for limitless expansion of more and greater deceit.
You could think, in these times, they've won. You could think you must escape, that where this leads is truly not for you, you could think all is lost and contemplate leaving for good by any means possible. If this is where you find yourself, I want to remind you that your very presence on Earth is a thorn on their rosebush. As long as you live, your existence is that which cannot be overcome. You stand in the way of the more they have in mind. I suggest you stick around as perhaps one of the few who see them for what they are and see through what they do, they are shallow, small creatures and do not have the ability to experience love that you do. Let your own life stand for that which they can never achieve. They can wreck everything, but not your personal heart and soul. In this way, they will never win. If they have not won you, they have already lost whatever wars they think they are fighting. That is the real revolution to work towards and it is entirely possible, everything else is open to political debate, scams, taking away, taking apart, atrocity, annihilation. There is an easier way, evolve yourself into your own sanctity. Make yourself the example of what you want a revolution to accomplish. Back off from common compromise which will always end up shoveling you back into the morass of evil and cherish your ability to feel compassion and love in all its sweet simplicity and bountiful, infinite rewards.
I have finally gotten around to reading Journey to Ixtlan, the Lessons of Don Juan by Carlos Castaneda. Better late than never. The line which applies here is from Don Juan's observation "Everybody thinks someone is doing something to them. But no one is really doing anything to anyone." We have to suppose that a huge majority willingly, consistenly, allows themselves to become pythons thinking pythons always triumph, let's go along with them to the bitter end. The problem with that is once the belly is satisfied it always craves more unless you personally reach for a higher relationship. It is up to us to to make that reach. Once you make it, you'll wonder why you didn't make it sooner. The timing doesn't matter, the reach alone matters. Being here matters. We were freely given a present of life, let's look further inside the box. There is a lot of good stuff in there we've cast aside because a fleeting authority of the moment decreed we look to them instead for our sustenance.
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out ..."
John Lennon
If war was outlawed, which in the truth of Jah Almighty it is, there would be no crime. There would be no atrocities, no theft, no empire, no demand for more, no false growth, no need to be larger than we are for we are merely animals in costumes playing games with evil since civilian direction comes not from higher authority in these matters, but from the cesspools of conflict, consumption and selfishness.
Look where we are now as a species, paranoid and presumptuous, having completely lost our way, unable to act without acting irrationally, unable to make the connections required to achieve any goal to help the greater good prevail. As long as we war, we are locked into self defeat. Every issue, problem, disaster, argument is solvable, easily by taking the high road which our authorities (not mine, not yours, but those of the directionless ego driven self-spawned celebrity leaders and their investors) refuse to recognize as the only road to real growth and salvation of the human being. Just because we were born into it is no justification, just because history states these things as always having gone on, is again no excuse it continue now. We are at the bottom sinking deeper, there is no end in sight to the problems of men and still the grand illusion prevails as the only way forward. The joke of life is that no one ever states the obvious, much less lives it since six billion and ninety nine million human animals fear losing the miniscule portion of whatever is left them after they've lost seemingly everything that mattered.
If you missed this comment from Scrapwood last week, please force yourself to absorb it now, it lies at the heart of our existence.
We are, like all things, just fleeting forms already on our way to somewhere else. Poised between black despair and exquisite beauty, ours is a geologic perspective, a vision of the human cast against the elemental sweep of the universe. As in Tu Fu's most famous line: "the nation falls into ruins: rivers and mountains continue."
We all share the exile in a wilderness cosmology of relentless transformation.
I cannot recall a more sickening item online than the relentless mainstream media link to a frame-by-frame video of Qaddafi's sodomization. It was up for days, I refused the invite, holding back my revulsion simply from the vision as puke rose in the esophagus and wondered who in their right mind would click to view it. Is this what entertains my brothers and sisters now? Who among you salivates at seeing the sword draw blood from the anus of another person? My God! After what the human race has done to this man, even if it was his double, the unmarked grave, the total lack of celebration of a life, the pro-lifers in the candidate's seat swearing life begins at conception, utterly lacking in compassion for lives currently in existence as if every man and woman other than the speaker is an immediate threat. And as if that wasn't enough, hour by hour every single day, the crime on the ground fully emulates the enuring of our species. No matter where you are, lock down your life, danger lurks. Seal yourself from the others, their intention is always evil. You would think serial killing home invaders are calling the shots and for all we know, that could well be the case. Actually, I can't think of a better description of bigshots busying themselves dreaming of newer and ever-slimier activities.
Now the world is imploding because their economies are in failure, I ask you, what did you expect from an illusion? Don't tell me you bought into the fantasy of unlimited growth. If we are living on a finite planet, with finite resources, for a finite period of say eighty or so years, the entire concept of infinity is meaningless. There is only one infinity and that is the infinity of the Creator. The rest is gibberish, a massive con. Something to do while we breathe in, breathe out. Unfortunately it is a con that is woven from potentially indestructible complexities and doomed to persist until everyone is converted or dead or beaten down never to rise again to expose at last the impossibility of existence in any other medium other than that of impossibly infinite growth. All this worsens in the face of climate chaos. Nothing, not even God, stands in the way, in fact, climate payback empowers greater heights of spectacular hustles as if secretly, in the black heart of the pusher, time is of the essence. Oh, they know. Grab it all while the getting is good because soon enough somebody else will.
It all translates down the ranks into the unconscious mind of the little man just doing his best to get along until one day he is sick and tired of losing and acts on his own or more likely shovels the scheme onto his offspring that this IS how the world works and you'd better put in your two cents or you too shall lose. So we have the strangest deviations in civilian life no normal person could imagine. All the little powerless egos climbing on the bandwagon wearing badges of full faith in the religions of hatred of their fellows. Among the greatest of distortions is the distortion that fawning over atrocity is somehow evidence of Godly prowess.
There is no need for me to go into how this came about, it is simply a matter of selfish creature comfort taken to grotesque extremes, the python swallows the deer because he is hungry and has no idea what he is doing other than satisfying his urge. By this time, this time in the evolution of the human being animal, the spiteful power hungry have utterly lost any ability to relate to God and that is also not a surprise since the churches they attend reflect back to them the righteousness of their falsity. That war and war crimes are good and holy even, that economic superiority is necessary for the enrichment of their dogma and since the system as it presently exists is a supposedly established fact of life not to be questioned ever, but supported by aligning with the massive press of vainglorious authority for limitless expansion of more and greater deceit.
You could think, in these times, they've won. You could think you must escape, that where this leads is truly not for you, you could think all is lost and contemplate leaving for good by any means possible. If this is where you find yourself, I want to remind you that your very presence on Earth is a thorn on their rosebush. As long as you live, your existence is that which cannot be overcome. You stand in the way of the more they have in mind. I suggest you stick around as perhaps one of the few who see them for what they are and see through what they do, they are shallow, small creatures and do not have the ability to experience love that you do. Let your own life stand for that which they can never achieve. They can wreck everything, but not your personal heart and soul. In this way, they will never win. If they have not won you, they have already lost whatever wars they think they are fighting. That is the real revolution to work towards and it is entirely possible, everything else is open to political debate, scams, taking away, taking apart, atrocity, annihilation. There is an easier way, evolve yourself into your own sanctity. Make yourself the example of what you want a revolution to accomplish. Back off from common compromise which will always end up shoveling you back into the morass of evil and cherish your ability to feel compassion and love in all its sweet simplicity and bountiful, infinite rewards.
I have finally gotten around to reading Journey to Ixtlan, the Lessons of Don Juan by Carlos Castaneda. Better late than never. The line which applies here is from Don Juan's observation "Everybody thinks someone is doing something to them. But no one is really doing anything to anyone." We have to suppose that a huge majority willingly, consistenly, allows themselves to become pythons thinking pythons always triumph, let's go along with them to the bitter end. The problem with that is once the belly is satisfied it always craves more unless you personally reach for a higher relationship. It is up to us to to make that reach. Once you make it, you'll wonder why you didn't make it sooner. The timing doesn't matter, the reach alone matters. Being here matters. We were freely given a present of life, let's look further inside the box. There is a lot of good stuff in there we've cast aside because a fleeting authority of the moment decreed we look to them instead for our sustenance.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sorry about your loss ...
So they got Gaddafi. The hunted, haunted giant Moose in Buddy Holly glasses. Erasure phase seven hundred and thirty one, or whatever, accomplished on the Wetiko to-do list. One of the most serious, if not the most serious, barriers to looting the African continent for precious metals, Black Gold, water and jewels has been stealth undermined and viciously dismantled so the great global SuperCorps earthmovers can move in across the region and freely take without impediment while their errand clerks across the latitudes complain about entitlements. Now those protesting in Arab Spring Libya will be just like everyone else on the planet, without hope, without a future, without looking forward to anything, hey, welcome to reality. Don't get sick, don't complain, don't demand because your cries will absolutely go unheard. You will live out your days among what is left of your families, forever hungry, in the dark, freezing or sweltering, sicknesses and injuries untended until there is no more life left in you to breathe the fetid air from Big Everything's toxic processing plants.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
I am very sorry this is happening to you, we all are very sorry, our finite Earth has been flattened into one endless, lifeless, hardpan platform stretching beyond a fool's golden horizon of impossibly infinte growth, squeezing out every last coin from every last pocket and camel bag and body of water and gravel desert while we blogged online, connected through social networking sites and watched TV, all of which happen to be the weapons of first choice to use on the unaware until they are made aware by some creeping sense of imminent danger at which time, maybe the first time, you will notice the cameras and jackboots lingering beyond your garden wall. We no longer know who is in charge, who serves at who's pleasure, or where the money goes. You have already been slammed with the bloodthirst of star wars weaponry and explosives, all assets lost, whole cities annihilated dispossessing hundreds of thousands, the next stage will be civil wars based on whom is on whom's side, i.e.; what is and what is not OK to steal, regardless that everyone everywhere knows stealing is never OK. Expect gang wars in the palm groves. Expect the unexpected.
It matters none with what side you are on, contracts will be let and contractors you shall have - parading around sealed inside the latest advancements in protection vehicles, equipped to mow you down instantly if you should accidentally get in their way, do watch out, especially the innocent, all of you are regarded as dangerous to the mission and subject to immediate vaporization.
No home, no friends or family left alive, no food, no money, no reason to be anywhere, primarily not there. This is when life becomes impossible, I know, we've been there more than a few times and yet, as you will see, there will be signs that a wonderful highlife is happening behind closed doors, you will get word, you will sense it by the revelry and off-limits clubs and hotels where you are not welcome. You will gawk at the imbalance of life, you will be furious what began as something good has come to this. You will go over it in your mind again and again, wondering how it came to be, you will remember it wasn't billed as it has turned out and you will have thoughts about why it happened the way it did and is, and you will never ever stop trying to overcome your new station in life because it is fundamentally unsupportable of any life at all, except a tiny handful of agents to agents somewhere else that are agents to somewhere else again and then again.
What has happened to you and what will continue to happen is happening everywhere in the world, the humans have awoken from their slavehood and want real freedom just like you thought you saw as obtainable on daytime TV news and soaps. The news is that kind of freedom does not exist anywhere. Actors, elaborate film sets and commercial sponsors do not make a free people. I realize you have no means to leave, but leaving is worth your consideration and leaving for another westernized geography is not recommened. You are not important enough to the mission to be forced to stay, so grab only that which you value dearly and start walking, from now on think of yourselves as a nomadic tribe, seeking a place to plant your people for a better life, much like the Conestoga wagons of the 1850's old west, creaky and slow, but sure. Stay clean, stay away from conflicts, stay out of cities, stay solitary except for loved ones. Keep moving until you are sure you have found a safe spot to hold you and your children's children for a long time. That will be very hard to find, I know, so you will be a traveler seemingly forever, expect it, relish it, pray for it. Trust nothing but the God inside you as your Guide and Guardian Angel in all matters.
The alternative is what the wastelands of Iraq and Afghanistan have become, massive obliterations of history, geneaology and culture and worse, the sudden absence of everything that functioned, that kept you grounded in soceity, your whole sense of any identity has literally gone up in smoke.
By some incredible miracle you have been spared, it is this miracle now that awaits you if you can pull yourself up out of hiding, come out from under the rubble, despite injuries and trauma to your mind and your soul, there is more to life than you have been allowed to think and the time to discover it is right now. You have been miraculously given another opportunity to open your heart to enlightenment and it does exist on Earth but only for those whose suffering matches yours. You will make multitudes of new friends along the way. Just look for the Light. That is all you need to do, now and forever after. Godspeed, Jah Guide and hang tough.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
I am very sorry this is happening to you, we all are very sorry, our finite Earth has been flattened into one endless, lifeless, hardpan platform stretching beyond a fool's golden horizon of impossibly infinte growth, squeezing out every last coin from every last pocket and camel bag and body of water and gravel desert while we blogged online, connected through social networking sites and watched TV, all of which happen to be the weapons of first choice to use on the unaware until they are made aware by some creeping sense of imminent danger at which time, maybe the first time, you will notice the cameras and jackboots lingering beyond your garden wall. We no longer know who is in charge, who serves at who's pleasure, or where the money goes. You have already been slammed with the bloodthirst of star wars weaponry and explosives, all assets lost, whole cities annihilated dispossessing hundreds of thousands, the next stage will be civil wars based on whom is on whom's side, i.e.; what is and what is not OK to steal, regardless that everyone everywhere knows stealing is never OK. Expect gang wars in the palm groves. Expect the unexpected.
It matters none with what side you are on, contracts will be let and contractors you shall have - parading around sealed inside the latest advancements in protection vehicles, equipped to mow you down instantly if you should accidentally get in their way, do watch out, especially the innocent, all of you are regarded as dangerous to the mission and subject to immediate vaporization.
No home, no friends or family left alive, no food, no money, no reason to be anywhere, primarily not there. This is when life becomes impossible, I know, we've been there more than a few times and yet, as you will see, there will be signs that a wonderful highlife is happening behind closed doors, you will get word, you will sense it by the revelry and off-limits clubs and hotels where you are not welcome. You will gawk at the imbalance of life, you will be furious what began as something good has come to this. You will go over it in your mind again and again, wondering how it came to be, you will remember it wasn't billed as it has turned out and you will have thoughts about why it happened the way it did and is, and you will never ever stop trying to overcome your new station in life because it is fundamentally unsupportable of any life at all, except a tiny handful of agents to agents somewhere else that are agents to somewhere else again and then again.
What has happened to you and what will continue to happen is happening everywhere in the world, the humans have awoken from their slavehood and want real freedom just like you thought you saw as obtainable on daytime TV news and soaps. The news is that kind of freedom does not exist anywhere. Actors, elaborate film sets and commercial sponsors do not make a free people. I realize you have no means to leave, but leaving is worth your consideration and leaving for another westernized geography is not recommened. You are not important enough to the mission to be forced to stay, so grab only that which you value dearly and start walking, from now on think of yourselves as a nomadic tribe, seeking a place to plant your people for a better life, much like the Conestoga wagons of the 1850's old west, creaky and slow, but sure. Stay clean, stay away from conflicts, stay out of cities, stay solitary except for loved ones. Keep moving until you are sure you have found a safe spot to hold you and your children's children for a long time. That will be very hard to find, I know, so you will be a traveler seemingly forever, expect it, relish it, pray for it. Trust nothing but the God inside you as your Guide and Guardian Angel in all matters.
The alternative is what the wastelands of Iraq and Afghanistan have become, massive obliterations of history, geneaology and culture and worse, the sudden absence of everything that functioned, that kept you grounded in soceity, your whole sense of any identity has literally gone up in smoke.
By some incredible miracle you have been spared, it is this miracle now that awaits you if you can pull yourself up out of hiding, come out from under the rubble, despite injuries and trauma to your mind and your soul, there is more to life than you have been allowed to think and the time to discover it is right now. You have been miraculously given another opportunity to open your heart to enlightenment and it does exist on Earth but only for those whose suffering matches yours. You will make multitudes of new friends along the way. Just look for the Light. That is all you need to do, now and forever after. Godspeed, Jah Guide and hang tough.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
World X sponsors revolution ap
... Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man ...
Lou Reed , lyric from I'm waiting for the man
We who have been so badly burned over and over our skins red and oozing from the lash, and not just us, but everyone all around us in their varying states of suffering, look up and see protestors on tv, on the net, in our hearts, wondering what slimey deceitful tortures await them? That is how we've come to think. We are not really Stockholm Syndromers, appreciative of any pause in the new, upgraded wheel of everything, the operating system under which slaves, wrists leashed to railroad ties overhead, power the wheel 24/7. No, nada, nunca mas, rather we are compassionate, seeking their safety, It IS becoming too big to fail, this is empowering them, every arrest empowers them more, and then when the you-know-whos make the TBTF connection, the real war, not the one that has become totally automatized and roboticized, begins. Those real wars will be the one-sided wars of exposure of the most mundane detail of a human life interpreted to mean something completely different by running it through the press release machines. Wars of ubiquitous commercialism and sponsored entertainment, great amounts of wealth will pass hands. It will be attacked as a rite of passage, the Aborigine child at last becomes a man, because no one can afford to backpack through Europe anymore, and the costs are not always financial.
When Tahrir Square's protests began, bleating pundits directed opinion in the weeks long media blitz, the one thing you knew straight on was how the Overseers viewed it. The violence was roundly "deplored". You knew they wanted to quell that thing a.s.a.p. because it was giving others in other locations in the Zombie Food Court ideas. You know what happened later and how lovely things are over there today. Why in fact, many of us will recall a bizarre photo candidly depicting the war cabinet hovered over questionably functioning laptops.
I am jaded. I see things from the inside out, not outside in. It is natural to ask about anything that appears to be one thing, if perhaps maybe its another? Life is all about learning and this just one of multitudes of ways that we learn. "What if ..." is usually a good way to present the case. It invites sharing the responsibility of a direct response. That particular method of inviting exchange can go to unusual places and you will learn what you needed to know, if you didn't already, at the least you will have confirmed your original observations.
Maybe if ... we had not already put aside false desires such as hope and belief, and lived so hard on the barren plain of the human condition, crushed by repeated falls into the stairwells of life's basement long enough to recognize the pattern and its mocking roots of Wetiko wet nurses and Wetiko religious dogma, maybe we would want to ask who started what and why. Oh, forget the "why." Moreover, forget the "who" also. Who cares? "What" is what we learn, "how" is the core. And running through the heart, pole to pole, is the arrow of evil, the Yang. In the early chapters of Arab Spring, I suggested sovereign leaders were being rotated in a manner more beneficial to Big Mo. I think all of our questions are being answered with each passing event. Especially the part about sovereign which in the language of the World X OS upgrade translates to colonial.
If we apply what we learn to another situation we might say "What if ... what if the design is inextricably in place, all that is left is more bloodletting and the good old highway robbery under the cover of darkness and freight trains, forever underwater at the company store? One of billions wet-faced in the rain racing for shelter, to the tents and migrant motels? What if ... we die and are exploited further in death by past-their-prime degenerates playing their last card last off your back? Addicts never change. They can clean up, briefly, but its always calling. You bet they are hustling again, they are in a pact from the grave. The candidates are competing with the false flags. Every time, throughout all of human existence, when they start up that shuck and jive, it is the sound of hellfire and fury heralding in another notch on the ancient Totem of history. In fact, there was another heated display of cravings just today as the Iran drumbeat drifted across the prairies with the Cartels as back-up chorus. Of course, its not doing well on the charts, its rather worthless until they can use it in conjunction with the Times Square dude and the panties on the plane mule.
What success are we seeking? We are seeking peace of mind and to be left alone to pursue our authentic interests, so many of which are denied for all the wrong reasons regardless of geography. We seek universal love and compassion, genuine peace on Earth and recognition of every living thing on the Living Planet as family. These few things are not universally sought, you know that much by now no matter what station you may be waiting in during this journey, but be comforted - you are not alone.
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man ...
Lou Reed , lyric from I'm waiting for the man
We who have been so badly burned over and over our skins red and oozing from the lash, and not just us, but everyone all around us in their varying states of suffering, look up and see protestors on tv, on the net, in our hearts, wondering what slimey deceitful tortures await them? That is how we've come to think. We are not really Stockholm Syndromers, appreciative of any pause in the new, upgraded wheel of everything, the operating system under which slaves, wrists leashed to railroad ties overhead, power the wheel 24/7. No, nada, nunca mas, rather we are compassionate, seeking their safety, It IS becoming too big to fail, this is empowering them, every arrest empowers them more, and then when the you-know-whos make the TBTF connection, the real war, not the one that has become totally automatized and roboticized, begins. Those real wars will be the one-sided wars of exposure of the most mundane detail of a human life interpreted to mean something completely different by running it through the press release machines. Wars of ubiquitous commercialism and sponsored entertainment, great amounts of wealth will pass hands. It will be attacked as a rite of passage, the Aborigine child at last becomes a man, because no one can afford to backpack through Europe anymore, and the costs are not always financial.
When Tahrir Square's protests began, bleating pundits directed opinion in the weeks long media blitz, the one thing you knew straight on was how the Overseers viewed it. The violence was roundly "deplored". You knew they wanted to quell that thing a.s.a.p. because it was giving others in other locations in the Zombie Food Court ideas. You know what happened later and how lovely things are over there today. Why in fact, many of us will recall a bizarre photo candidly depicting the war cabinet hovered over questionably functioning laptops.
I am jaded. I see things from the inside out, not outside in. It is natural to ask about anything that appears to be one thing, if perhaps maybe its another? Life is all about learning and this just one of multitudes of ways that we learn. "What if ..." is usually a good way to present the case. It invites sharing the responsibility of a direct response. That particular method of inviting exchange can go to unusual places and you will learn what you needed to know, if you didn't already, at the least you will have confirmed your original observations.
Maybe if ... we had not already put aside false desires such as hope and belief, and lived so hard on the barren plain of the human condition, crushed by repeated falls into the stairwells of life's basement long enough to recognize the pattern and its mocking roots of Wetiko wet nurses and Wetiko religious dogma, maybe we would want to ask who started what and why. Oh, forget the "why." Moreover, forget the "who" also. Who cares? "What" is what we learn, "how" is the core. And running through the heart, pole to pole, is the arrow of evil, the Yang. In the early chapters of Arab Spring, I suggested sovereign leaders were being rotated in a manner more beneficial to Big Mo. I think all of our questions are being answered with each passing event. Especially the part about sovereign which in the language of the World X OS upgrade translates to colonial.
If we apply what we learn to another situation we might say "What if ... what if the design is inextricably in place, all that is left is more bloodletting and the good old highway robbery under the cover of darkness and freight trains, forever underwater at the company store? One of billions wet-faced in the rain racing for shelter, to the tents and migrant motels? What if ... we die and are exploited further in death by past-their-prime degenerates playing their last card last off your back? Addicts never change. They can clean up, briefly, but its always calling. You bet they are hustling again, they are in a pact from the grave. The candidates are competing with the false flags. Every time, throughout all of human existence, when they start up that shuck and jive, it is the sound of hellfire and fury heralding in another notch on the ancient Totem of history. In fact, there was another heated display of cravings just today as the Iran drumbeat drifted across the prairies with the Cartels as back-up chorus. Of course, its not doing well on the charts, its rather worthless until they can use it in conjunction with the Times Square dude and the panties on the plane mule.
What success are we seeking? We are seeking peace of mind and to be left alone to pursue our authentic interests, so many of which are denied for all the wrong reasons regardless of geography. We seek universal love and compassion, genuine peace on Earth and recognition of every living thing on the Living Planet as family. These few things are not universally sought, you know that much by now no matter what station you may be waiting in during this journey, but be comforted - you are not alone.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
*wysiwyg, its not sci-fi anymore
OK, I give in, its time to write rather than experience. Let's start with Su's most recent and insightful post with the artwork I can't keep from visiting as if it were the golden compass reaching out, pulling me deeper into each sublime, anti-directional vortex of purity, so what about the world, love is all that matters anyway. The sooner they can get with the program, the better off we will all be. Yes, freed slaves, amen, Praise Jah I-Mighty! I decided to explore Su-san's thesis concerning deep thought "... alongside which arises a shallow thought." The Beagle-Basset and I took off to the highest ridges in search of burn scars to paint, in fact it was going to be an episodic story within a story within a story. Right away, well, as soon as we were a mile or more beyond the familiar, Su's statements on thought veiled themselves over a widespread cluster of Flannel Bush and Pinyon Pine. Here is what happened: The journey was all about observing the wonders of Nature, the awesome variety of vegetation and the animals' habits and spare, but clever habitations, especially the Quail coveys who live inside thickets made by wandering Pinyon branch and tumbleweed. We never reached any burn scars, the truth is I don't want to see them. By this time next year, so much overgrowth will have reborn and within another year, there will be few, if any signs of wildland fire. If you must see it, you'll have to peel off layers of bark to get to something burnt. The obvious conclusion is our Mother heals herself. Interpret that as the uselessness of a careless, sloppy, gullible species, unlike pollinators, unlike birds, unlike the variety of predators who manage species populations and species who turn the Earth and clean the seas for new life all on their own. What do we offer anyway, but to capture them and throw them into laboratories, zoos and aquariums, drown them in oil, sell them and cannibalize them? When you are told the specialty of the house is a delicacy, you'll know you are being served Murder with Geno on the side smothered in Vampire gravy. What I think Su san means by petty thoughts are actually guideposts we do not much like, thinking our previous state to be so deeply satisfying, we want to stay there. We know exactly what she means, but I've made the effort to track what could really be happening when our minds depart from the exquisite as an apparent pettiness suddenly intrudes its way into our bliss. These guidepost thoughts can be anything, but the ones we dislike the most are those having to do with an issue or conflict that requires your immediate attention. Your calm has attracted your sense of responsibility, desirous of balance, since only in a clear state will you be able to explore and satisfying all necessary criteria.
Line up your petty thoughts for a minute and see what they are saying. Try it now. Perhaps seen this way they become warnings so that you may act to preserves your balance. Or, perhaps the abundance of petty thoughts centered in one particular area of interest is telling you truths you would much rather deny. While we can look to many events as being designed personally for us by The Forces, petty thoughts have a way of itemizing the bigger picture and thus initially appear to us as small, insignificant details, mostly unworthy of our character and therefore unworthy of note. However, when you think of them as guideposts, you could be educating your way out of many mysteries and coincidences surrounding your journey. Our minds can know far more than we allow, we are personally in charge of setting our own limits. In this strange, hungry and dangerous period on Rogue Planet Earth, we are trained to ignore the obvious. The obvious is of course, the elusive you are seeking. I am certain we discard the obvious many times in the course of one single day because the obvious is socially damned.
This brings us around to the social acceptability of institutionalized belief systems in existence long before we came into consciousness, such as the death penalty, a pharmaceutics sponsored media ceremony packed with symbolism which Vivek recently compared to ritual sacrifice.
As the hours preceding the Troy Davis 11:08PM execution drew short, a white supremacist was executed in Texas at 6:10pm, followed the next day by yet another execution in Alabama. (I could hardly believe my eyes!) We tend to recall the seemingly never ending racial prejudice of the old South, and yet a white man in Jasper, Texas is taken out for his murder of an African American which might in the long run mean nothing, but Texas does have quite the record, does it not? Rick Perry has allowed 234 executions to go ahead during his three terms as governor. Does he think this makes him a popular guy? Surely the arguments pro and con will go on until the concept of execution is wiped off the face of the map. I educated myself on both crimes and present you with another conclusion. It matters not who is guilty, what matters is no execution brings back the victim.
People clamor for justice in exactly the same way they clamor for the nanny state to do something, by God. They have been fed the lines of dogma since birth and will never let it go. This is domestic violence and Stockholm Syndrome writ obese. They believe with all their hearts and minds they should have their high value justice, like a cheeseburger and fries, like flags and symbols of a superior race, like some sort of warranty for performing in a lifetime of going along to get along and paying taxes. The very word justice and its ugly sister, revenge, will always be there because it is perceived as deserved, legalized payback by and for the people victimized by the crazies living among them. Of course, they aren't crazy themselves, or disturbed, or misguided, or unclean with buried secrets, are they. My friends, when you see these things unfolding, taking over your thoughts and visuals, you are witnessing the triumph of nothing less than the representative self. The outside persona as media interviewee, justifying, defending and auditioning to win his/her rights that somebody must pay for every evil in their upside down zeitgeist where evil is the new angelic.
When are they going to face their truth? This is why I've often inferred the ending of the War is far away. What you see is what you get which has a way of inflicting worse as overpopulation bulges out of control. I suggest the amount of evil may well be in close parallel to the amount of humans occupying the planet.
Justice and revenge are way up there on the to do list meaning that which we must resolve before moving ahead is possible. They are waved about as threats, ultimatums and punishments and it should be especially obvious in this millennium they are ineffectual gaping holes in a crumbling overall system that appears to have no idea where it wants to go or how to save itself, instead over-breeding, over-consuming in the very face of resource depletion, crippling debt, mass indigence and over-entertains itself from sheer lack of anything better to do, void of creativity and absent any sensitivity at all to the necessary stewardship of the very Earth from which all of us should be down on our knees in humble gratitude for the incredible experience She provides every living species without exception. I would go so far as to say every living species, sentient or not, but non-sentient is another myth designed to comfort yourself as you crush the hapless moth desperate for his freedom. You can see how even the extremely smallest among them work themselves into frenzy trying to flee your assistance.
I wouldn't waste your brain trying to figure out what course of action is required, it is akin to attempting to unwind any institutionalized belief - beliefs frequently founded so long ago in a very different and far less crowded world, designed by ancestral representative-selves indulging their victors' pomposity in sealed Dickins-lite, that everyone acting it out in the present forgot what they are doing while conveniently blanking out the most elementary knowledge, All actions bear consequence. Those who perpetuate the backward system, thirsting for just-us and preaching revenge are intractable. The integrated you, lacking a representative-self, cannot argue with an actor.
Perp (or not), victims and their clinging spokespeople, including the tragedy media and that vast complex of Death Cult-carpet baggers, I am sad for them all who willingly choose to blot out the healthier, higher understanding and greater purpose resident within the potential of every human being. If we could just get to that place where everyone's minds/hearts/souls, those beaten down, dammed up, the authentic human underneath the publicly acceptable face interacting superficially with the publicly acceptable public, felt completely free to respect the oneness of all, in concert with right intent and right action, organically unable to harm, disrupt or disturb, there would be no need for the cages and needles, the cameras, the drones, the prejudices and the hatreds and evil deeds. To change harmful beliefs held by others, you first must set the example for why that change is necessary. To heal a terrible infection, you must first disinfect the affected areas.... and so forth.
For more on this subject, and as I mentioned earlier, Vivek shares his perspicacious revelations on the master scheme in three consecutive essays over the last three days. I relish his discoveries. They key into those realms we are not yet developed enough, and possibly never will be at this rate, to fully grasp, although we try and some of us come close, concerning the whole miraculous mystery, the Grand Design aka Something unEarthly, slippery, indefinable and just how it applies its magic to little citizen Earthlings.
You could get the idea we are nothing more serious to "it" than billions of nano-particulates in a glass of water. Everything disastrous that happens is because "it" spilled the water, added more water, added alien flavorings to it, ran it through a coffeemaker, threw in some teabags and lemon, or sand, dust, electricity, dropped it, stuck it in the dishwasher or smashed it while having a tantrum. We might be leftover crumbs on its table, brushed off and vacuumed up with all the physicists and scientists explaining how his/her theory means lah de dah.
Line up your petty thoughts for a minute and see what they are saying. Try it now. Perhaps seen this way they become warnings so that you may act to preserves your balance. Or, perhaps the abundance of petty thoughts centered in one particular area of interest is telling you truths you would much rather deny. While we can look to many events as being designed personally for us by The Forces, petty thoughts have a way of itemizing the bigger picture and thus initially appear to us as small, insignificant details, mostly unworthy of our character and therefore unworthy of note. However, when you think of them as guideposts, you could be educating your way out of many mysteries and coincidences surrounding your journey. Our minds can know far more than we allow, we are personally in charge of setting our own limits. In this strange, hungry and dangerous period on Rogue Planet Earth, we are trained to ignore the obvious. The obvious is of course, the elusive you are seeking. I am certain we discard the obvious many times in the course of one single day because the obvious is socially damned.
This brings us around to the social acceptability of institutionalized belief systems in existence long before we came into consciousness, such as the death penalty, a pharmaceutics sponsored media ceremony packed with symbolism which Vivek recently compared to ritual sacrifice.
As the hours preceding the Troy Davis 11:08PM execution drew short, a white supremacist was executed in Texas at 6:10pm, followed the next day by yet another execution in Alabama. (I could hardly believe my eyes!) We tend to recall the seemingly never ending racial prejudice of the old South, and yet a white man in Jasper, Texas is taken out for his murder of an African American which might in the long run mean nothing, but Texas does have quite the record, does it not? Rick Perry has allowed 234 executions to go ahead during his three terms as governor. Does he think this makes him a popular guy? Surely the arguments pro and con will go on until the concept of execution is wiped off the face of the map. I educated myself on both crimes and present you with another conclusion. It matters not who is guilty, what matters is no execution brings back the victim.
People clamor for justice in exactly the same way they clamor for the nanny state to do something, by God. They have been fed the lines of dogma since birth and will never let it go. This is domestic violence and Stockholm Syndrome writ obese. They believe with all their hearts and minds they should have their high value justice, like a cheeseburger and fries, like flags and symbols of a superior race, like some sort of warranty for performing in a lifetime of going along to get along and paying taxes. The very word justice and its ugly sister, revenge, will always be there because it is perceived as deserved, legalized payback by and for the people victimized by the crazies living among them. Of course, they aren't crazy themselves, or disturbed, or misguided, or unclean with buried secrets, are they. My friends, when you see these things unfolding, taking over your thoughts and visuals, you are witnessing the triumph of nothing less than the representative self. The outside persona as media interviewee, justifying, defending and auditioning to win his/her rights that somebody must pay for every evil in their upside down zeitgeist where evil is the new angelic.
When are they going to face their truth? This is why I've often inferred the ending of the War is far away. What you see is what you get which has a way of inflicting worse as overpopulation bulges out of control. I suggest the amount of evil may well be in close parallel to the amount of humans occupying the planet.
Justice and revenge are way up there on the to do list meaning that which we must resolve before moving ahead is possible. They are waved about as threats, ultimatums and punishments and it should be especially obvious in this millennium they are ineffectual gaping holes in a crumbling overall system that appears to have no idea where it wants to go or how to save itself, instead over-breeding, over-consuming in the very face of resource depletion, crippling debt, mass indigence and over-entertains itself from sheer lack of anything better to do, void of creativity and absent any sensitivity at all to the necessary stewardship of the very Earth from which all of us should be down on our knees in humble gratitude for the incredible experience She provides every living species without exception. I would go so far as to say every living species, sentient or not, but non-sentient is another myth designed to comfort yourself as you crush the hapless moth desperate for his freedom. You can see how even the extremely smallest among them work themselves into frenzy trying to flee your assistance.
I wouldn't waste your brain trying to figure out what course of action is required, it is akin to attempting to unwind any institutionalized belief - beliefs frequently founded so long ago in a very different and far less crowded world, designed by ancestral representative-selves indulging their victors' pomposity in sealed Dickins-lite, that everyone acting it out in the present forgot what they are doing while conveniently blanking out the most elementary knowledge, All actions bear consequence. Those who perpetuate the backward system, thirsting for just-us and preaching revenge are intractable. The integrated you, lacking a representative-self, cannot argue with an actor.
Perp (or not), victims and their clinging spokespeople, including the tragedy media and that vast complex of Death Cult-carpet baggers, I am sad for them all who willingly choose to blot out the healthier, higher understanding and greater purpose resident within the potential of every human being. If we could just get to that place where everyone's minds/hearts/souls, those beaten down, dammed up, the authentic human underneath the publicly acceptable face interacting superficially with the publicly acceptable public, felt completely free to respect the oneness of all, in concert with right intent and right action, organically unable to harm, disrupt or disturb, there would be no need for the cages and needles, the cameras, the drones, the prejudices and the hatreds and evil deeds. To change harmful beliefs held by others, you first must set the example for why that change is necessary. To heal a terrible infection, you must first disinfect the affected areas.... and so forth.
For more on this subject, and as I mentioned earlier, Vivek shares his perspicacious revelations on the master scheme in three consecutive essays over the last three days. I relish his discoveries. They key into those realms we are not yet developed enough, and possibly never will be at this rate, to fully grasp, although we try and some of us come close, concerning the whole miraculous mystery, the Grand Design aka Something unEarthly, slippery, indefinable and just how it applies its magic to little citizen Earthlings.
You could get the idea we are nothing more serious to "it" than billions of nano-particulates in a glass of water. Everything disastrous that happens is because "it" spilled the water, added more water, added alien flavorings to it, ran it through a coffeemaker, threw in some teabags and lemon, or sand, dust, electricity, dropped it, stuck it in the dishwasher or smashed it while having a tantrum. We might be leftover crumbs on its table, brushed off and vacuumed up with all the physicists and scientists explaining how his/her theory means lah de dah.
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
a select destiny
"... Be careful where you're walking
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff
Take care when you are breathing
Somethings funny in the air
And somethings Im not saying
Bout what's happening out there
Its inside out ..."
Traveling Wilburys, from Inside Out
Having seen Avatar again recently, there is no question we, the Humans, have it all wrong. Well, that is IF we were designed to thrive within the same galaxy as Pandora and her allied planets. We may not have been elected for living in harmonious balance. We may be something else, a rogue planet, the balance the Universe requires, as if no particle is complete without an antagonist. Is good complete without evil? And vice versa? There are stories, such as Earth is the prison planet, or Earth is the feed lot for aliens. The truth is we have no way of knowing for certain with the exception of how we have performed historically as a species dwelling on this planet. We have performed exceptionally poorly, stupidly and foolishly. Can you imagine Pandora with her ability to call species from like-minded galactic bredren and sistren destroying herself from the inside out? Never! If however, there is nothing like Pandora in existence and the other planets are stuck in a me, mine rotation, we have before us the grandest opportunity ever to make a difference, an opportunity presently being blown up, blasted, fracked, radiated, microwaved, tasered, tortured, denied, whipped and generally debased as geographic slave congregations under the watchful technological eyes of the plantation overseers who happen to be far worse in carrying out punishments than their oblivious masters busy keeping their infinity pools overflowing. I fear the change we know could come about will not happen within our lifetimes and I doubt anyone reading here could become inured, although it is possible, albeit briefly, perhaps a few days at most. I know those few days are hard when it happens, but you bounce back, you know too much. you feel too much, you see everything and what you don't see, you soon will. You see when you are not trying to see.
One of many thousands of things I've read online over the years was a piece on depression claiming people who are depressed are actually more in tune with the reality of their situations. They are fearful of what they see and it pains them physically. Compassionate friends or family want to help them come out of their pained state because the depressed are a drag on the health and happiness of the greater clan and will perform a variety of comforts designed to lift the depression and return the depressed to a more satisfactory state. It can work, but only temporarily. It cannot work in the long term because the state of depression is the state of seeing our fundamental realities, slaves on a rogue planet where anything could and will happen. Taking comfort for granted is living a lie. There is no perfection without imperfection. The Jane English and Gia-fu Feng translation of the Tao Te Ching says, in so many words, there is no beauty without ugliness.
Sometimes it makes us feel like the walking dead. Cats with nine lives who have multiplied the odds as they keep coming, back to back, each should have claimed us we say, yet we live to see more. And more again. Something we cannot define with science and logic is happening here, a grand design, some not-of-this-world intention we are simply not at the rightful stage of development to comprehend regardless of our effort. I believe this makes us a unique product of evolution to remain invincible in the face of pure unadulterated evil where vast and continuing material loss strips us to the lowest category of Earthly life and it has no influence at all, we go on in trust, always looking forward, accepting each test as triathlon athletes determined to pass and not just well, but intact, because in spite of the incessant repeats, it makes the good, the pure, the honest, the natural reverent and holy, gifts from somewhere else reminding us the world we desire really does exist and one day we are destined to reach it.
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff
Take care when you are breathing
Somethings funny in the air
And somethings Im not saying
Bout what's happening out there
Its inside out ..."
Traveling Wilburys, from Inside Out
Having seen Avatar again recently, there is no question we, the Humans, have it all wrong. Well, that is IF we were designed to thrive within the same galaxy as Pandora and her allied planets. We may not have been elected for living in harmonious balance. We may be something else, a rogue planet, the balance the Universe requires, as if no particle is complete without an antagonist. Is good complete without evil? And vice versa? There are stories, such as Earth is the prison planet, or Earth is the feed lot for aliens. The truth is we have no way of knowing for certain with the exception of how we have performed historically as a species dwelling on this planet. We have performed exceptionally poorly, stupidly and foolishly. Can you imagine Pandora with her ability to call species from like-minded galactic bredren and sistren destroying herself from the inside out? Never! If however, there is nothing like Pandora in existence and the other planets are stuck in a me, mine rotation, we have before us the grandest opportunity ever to make a difference, an opportunity presently being blown up, blasted, fracked, radiated, microwaved, tasered, tortured, denied, whipped and generally debased as geographic slave congregations under the watchful technological eyes of the plantation overseers who happen to be far worse in carrying out punishments than their oblivious masters busy keeping their infinity pools overflowing. I fear the change we know could come about will not happen within our lifetimes and I doubt anyone reading here could become inured, although it is possible, albeit briefly, perhaps a few days at most. I know those few days are hard when it happens, but you bounce back, you know too much. you feel too much, you see everything and what you don't see, you soon will. You see when you are not trying to see.
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| There is no beauty without ugliness, The Tao, v.2 watercolor on Arches '06 |
But on a rogue planet, the balance can change as easily as the heartbeat of life.Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.
Therefore having and not having arise together.
Difficult and easy complement each other.
Long and short contrast each other:
High and low rest upon each other;
Voice and sound harmonize each other;
Front and back follow one another.
Therefore the sage goes about doing nothing, teaching no-talking.
The ten thousand things rise and fall without cease,
Creating, yet not.
Working, yet not taking credit.
Work is done, then forgotten.
Therefore it lasts forever.
Sometimes it makes us feel like the walking dead. Cats with nine lives who have multiplied the odds as they keep coming, back to back, each should have claimed us we say, yet we live to see more. And more again. Something we cannot define with science and logic is happening here, a grand design, some not-of-this-world intention we are simply not at the rightful stage of development to comprehend regardless of our effort. I believe this makes us a unique product of evolution to remain invincible in the face of pure unadulterated evil where vast and continuing material loss strips us to the lowest category of Earthly life and it has no influence at all, we go on in trust, always looking forward, accepting each test as triathlon athletes determined to pass and not just well, but intact, because in spite of the incessant repeats, it makes the good, the pure, the honest, the natural reverent and holy, gifts from somewhere else reminding us the world we desire really does exist and one day we are destined to reach it.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
the catalytic converter model of progress
There are no coincidences. Keep that in mind when nine eleven's ten year global observance ceremonies come round. We will be told the alerts are way up there, they will rub Breveik, Loughner and Ft. Hood in our faces while never mentioning Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Following the bomb's birth from Enola Gay's belly, right away the victorious occupiers began a study, now documented in the National Geographic Explorer series "The First 24 Hours After Hiroshima" as if it was an altruistic thing, a study concerning exactly what happens to detonation sites aka Ground Zeroes, for the good of the future. I'll say that again so you can interpret what that was supposed to mean in the year 1945 AD ... The-Good-of-the-Future. You would think, wouldn't you, having researched and tested and retested the incredible damage done to life and infrastructure from genocidal weapons of mass destruction that there would be no such thing as a Nuclear Lobby and nuclear power plants, anywhere. But the satanic treasure chests these things bring forth have a hold like none other. It ishard impossible for us to find anything altruistic and progressive about what was and is happening. It is my hunch, Fukushima is played down because not only will the truth crush already waning public opinion, but also the Japanese don't want us with our gifts that keep on giving, anywhere around. Certainly, plenty of people in Japan are reliving the hell on Earth they experienced as infants... all over again.
Regarding recent comments on "Simplicity" during our last posting here, Hiroshima, Nagasaki and Fukushima, and all the people purchasing and using dosimeters, losing their homes and livelihoods, their families and their faith and the many who are already ill and dying of radiation poisoning, and for the remainder of their lifetimes live in paranoia cancer will one day take them down, birth defects, contaminated food, NONE of it had to happen, even Somalia's famine did not have to happen IF we had been a loving, compassionate, spiritual people from the start. Now we have layer upon layer of unnecessary complexity (©John Michael Greer) jamming up the works so that nothing flows smoothly or efficiently. Its almost as if we grew catalytic converters out of the tops of our heads to survive the Twentieth Century and no one pointed out how absurd and unnecessary it was so we went further and built monolithic exploding catalytic converters in every vacancy the money was available to pay for it, and if the money wasn't there, the IMF was. This is insane because a catalytic converter does not make a vehicle's engine run. It is an unnecessary and expensive "part" that must be rigorously inspected every year or two depending on your state's DMV requirements in order to register a vehicle (again, that does not need it to "go") to be deemed legal, i.e.; free from impounding. (Mandate alert) This analogy is only one of billions cataloging unnecessary parts, actions, expenses, activities, employments and improvements in progress, growth and market opportunities that make life for everyone a Brillo scathing hell on Earth.
Not a day passes in our lives we are not somehow impacted by senseless tragedy. Every dead animal run over on our streets is another senseless tragedy. Make way, its Man! Run, run.
For the past two days there has been a curious discussion for the masses started by a NYT opinion columnist's piece concerning angry space aliens warring with Earthlings because we trashed this place and our trash threatens the balance of the galaxy. The MSM is having a diversionary heyday with the idea. Little do they realize how close to the truth they may well be. Unfortunately, it is just another PR trick to 1. divert public attention and 2. deny responsibility. Aliens have every right to be angry and you'd better believe if they were warring with us, you would not need the MSM to carry on in satire to tell you about it from their moral depths of sheer depravity and lush experiences rewriting history to suit the victors.
How can anyone call themselves a victor anyway when to achieve that label, entire nations lose everything? Collateral damage is a nation. There is no such thing as blowing up a region without civilian deaths, even at testing sites, if the bomb doesn't kill them, cancer will. They have yet to design a selective bomb affecting solely combatants no matter how many joystick jockeys wearing cammies and jackboots guide the drones. Does it make the Victors feel good to kill and mutilate, is that feeling good the feeling of victory, pride, honor and glory? Let's get real here my friends, those are not feelings descriptive of anything remotely simple, humble or compassionate. Those feelings are only more of the full-on twenty first-century advancement in the catalytic converter model of progress.
For an exercise in what you do not need in order to live a kind and decent life, look around you at this very minute and count the many things, elements, situations, behaviors in your very own location of the moment that you do not need for your survival. While I have said here many times we can boil the righting of most everything wrong down to Do No Harm, we should add to that: Do No Harm and Unburden Yourself of Excess. Be ready for anything, unconsciously, while everything you attempt becomes itself, doing it so perfection in action is achieved as you and "the attempting you" are integrated in the simplicity of one streamlined model of natural efficiency.
Has anyone read Eugen [sic] Herrigel's Zen and the Art of Archery? Highly recommended. You can find references to it, but good luck locating the work. Just as wonderful is Gilbert Highet's The Mystery of Zen describing Herrigel's journey into archery under the tutelage of a Zen Master. Again, that work appears to be only available in the Norton Anthologies, compilations of brilliant stories and essays, most of which are not available online. If you should come across either work, you will discover a beautiful way to think about not thinking unnecessary thoughts and integration of your actions into the activity itself.
Here is a very simple thing: The Wildlife Center in New Mexico needs our help. As a wildlife lover, I have an insatiable desire to give over to the cause and ask you to join me. This summer's horrific fires created a deluge of wildlife in need and we must help however, wherever possible. While you are downsizing your lifestyles, please consider sending your extras to the location where they will be most useful.
The following is a quote from Cheryl at the Wildlife Center:
· Dark leafy greens (no iceberg or cabbage)
· Celery
· Carrots
· Grapes
· Bananas
· Apples, other fruit
· Honey
· Gerber Rice Cereal Boxes
· Apple sauce
· Frozen mixed veggies (NO LIMA BEANS!)
· Wild Dove Food (PetSmart)
· Finch and Canary Seed (PetSmart)
· Wild Bird Seed (limited amounts)
· Bleach
· Powdered Laundry Detergent
· Paper Towels
· Ziploc Bags – Freezer, Quart and Gallon
· Copy paper
My note: If you can get produce shipped with a one day delivery it might work, otherwise, I'd go for the less perishable items on the list. Injured bears are the heavy users of dry dog food. Our Animals and Avian bredren are gravely suffering and we must make it up to them or we will lose them forever. Address, email, etc. at the website.
Following the bomb's birth from Enola Gay's belly, right away the victorious occupiers began a study, now documented in the National Geographic Explorer series "The First 24 Hours After Hiroshima" as if it was an altruistic thing, a study concerning exactly what happens to detonation sites aka Ground Zeroes, for the good of the future. I'll say that again so you can interpret what that was supposed to mean in the year 1945 AD ... The-Good-of-the-Future. You would think, wouldn't you, having researched and tested and retested the incredible damage done to life and infrastructure from genocidal weapons of mass destruction that there would be no such thing as a Nuclear Lobby and nuclear power plants, anywhere. But the satanic treasure chests these things bring forth have a hold like none other. It is
Regarding recent comments on "Simplicity" during our last posting here, Hiroshima, Nagasaki and Fukushima, and all the people purchasing and using dosimeters, losing their homes and livelihoods, their families and their faith and the many who are already ill and dying of radiation poisoning, and for the remainder of their lifetimes live in paranoia cancer will one day take them down, birth defects, contaminated food, NONE of it had to happen, even Somalia's famine did not have to happen IF we had been a loving, compassionate, spiritual people from the start. Now we have layer upon layer of unnecessary complexity (©John Michael Greer) jamming up the works so that nothing flows smoothly or efficiently. Its almost as if we grew catalytic converters out of the tops of our heads to survive the Twentieth Century and no one pointed out how absurd and unnecessary it was so we went further and built monolithic exploding catalytic converters in every vacancy the money was available to pay for it, and if the money wasn't there, the IMF was. This is insane because a catalytic converter does not make a vehicle's engine run. It is an unnecessary and expensive "part" that must be rigorously inspected every year or two depending on your state's DMV requirements in order to register a vehicle (again, that does not need it to "go") to be deemed legal, i.e.; free from impounding. (Mandate alert) This analogy is only one of billions cataloging unnecessary parts, actions, expenses, activities, employments and improvements in progress, growth and market opportunities that make life for everyone a Brillo scathing hell on Earth.
Not a day passes in our lives we are not somehow impacted by senseless tragedy. Every dead animal run over on our streets is another senseless tragedy. Make way, its Man! Run, run.
For the past two days there has been a curious discussion for the masses started by a NYT opinion columnist's piece concerning angry space aliens warring with Earthlings because we trashed this place and our trash threatens the balance of the galaxy. The MSM is having a diversionary heyday with the idea. Little do they realize how close to the truth they may well be. Unfortunately, it is just another PR trick to 1. divert public attention and 2. deny responsibility. Aliens have every right to be angry and you'd better believe if they were warring with us, you would not need the MSM to carry on in satire to tell you about it from their moral depths of sheer depravity and lush experiences rewriting history to suit the victors.
How can anyone call themselves a victor anyway when to achieve that label, entire nations lose everything? Collateral damage is a nation. There is no such thing as blowing up a region without civilian deaths, even at testing sites, if the bomb doesn't kill them, cancer will. They have yet to design a selective bomb affecting solely combatants no matter how many joystick jockeys wearing cammies and jackboots guide the drones. Does it make the Victors feel good to kill and mutilate, is that feeling good the feeling of victory, pride, honor and glory? Let's get real here my friends, those are not feelings descriptive of anything remotely simple, humble or compassionate. Those feelings are only more of the full-on twenty first-century advancement in the catalytic converter model of progress.
For an exercise in what you do not need in order to live a kind and decent life, look around you at this very minute and count the many things, elements, situations, behaviors in your very own location of the moment that you do not need for your survival. While I have said here many times we can boil the righting of most everything wrong down to Do No Harm, we should add to that: Do No Harm and Unburden Yourself of Excess. Be ready for anything, unconsciously, while everything you attempt becomes itself, doing it so perfection in action is achieved as you and "the attempting you" are integrated in the simplicity of one streamlined model of natural efficiency.
Has anyone read Eugen [sic] Herrigel's Zen and the Art of Archery? Highly recommended. You can find references to it, but good luck locating the work. Just as wonderful is Gilbert Highet's The Mystery of Zen describing Herrigel's journey into archery under the tutelage of a Zen Master. Again, that work appears to be only available in the Norton Anthologies, compilations of brilliant stories and essays, most of which are not available online. If you should come across either work, you will discover a beautiful way to think about not thinking unnecessary thoughts and integration of your actions into the activity itself.
Here is a very simple thing: The Wildlife Center in New Mexico needs our help. As a wildlife lover, I have an insatiable desire to give over to the cause and ask you to join me. This summer's horrific fires created a deluge of wildlife in need and we must help however, wherever possible. While you are downsizing your lifestyles, please consider sending your extras to the location where they will be most useful.
The following is a quote from Cheryl at the Wildlife Center:
... For those interested in monetary donations, checks can be mailed to The Wildlife Center ... or donations can be made via PayPal on our website ... For those who wish to donate food and other supplies, here is a current list of needs. If somebody wants to donate produce, please have them check with us prior to purchase to ensure we don’t have too much of one thing on any given day, as some items cannot be frozen ...Dry kibble dog food – puppy and adult
· Dark leafy greens (no iceberg or cabbage)
· Celery
· Carrots
· Grapes
· Bananas
· Apples, other fruit
· Honey
· Gerber Rice Cereal Boxes
· Apple sauce
· Frozen mixed veggies (NO LIMA BEANS!)
· Wild Dove Food (PetSmart)
· Finch and Canary Seed (PetSmart)
· Wild Bird Seed (limited amounts)
· Bleach
· Powdered Laundry Detergent
· Paper Towels
· Ziploc Bags – Freezer, Quart and Gallon
· Copy paper
My note: If you can get produce shipped with a one day delivery it might work, otherwise, I'd go for the less perishable items on the list. Injured bears are the heavy users of dry dog food. Our Animals and Avian bredren are gravely suffering and we must make it up to them or we will lose them forever. Address, email, etc. at the website.
Monday, August 08, 2011
one fine day, the circle will be broken
History repeats itself.
The following was #12 on Billboard in 1959:
They're rioting in Africa, they're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida, and Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles.
Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much!
But we can be tranquil, and thankful, and proud,
For mans' been endowed with a mushroom-shaped cloud.
And we know for certain that some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off, and we will all be blown away.
They're rioting in Africa, there's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us, will be done by our fellow man.
Kingston Trio
Of course, the names and faces change, the agenda only sounds new, but its not. We have serious problems that go ignored while the world continues to react to created chaos. Even the lyrics shown above are part of the agenda, i.e.; look here, don't look over there. It is remarkable we've come so far in spite of the real and lingering threats to humanity, isn't it. If one single person does something wrong, creating rippling problems for others, they are hunted down and thrown into the corporate slave labor market. If leaders in collusion with others, all of them doing things wrong, the world falls apart, you'll notice, over and over and over again. We are expected to pick up the pieces of our lives and go on.
But this time, it really is different. There is only so much picking up the pieces we can do. The one thing we've learned if we've learned nothing else, is it is worsening. And now, we are disgusted with this long drawn out worsening stage. Everything is more painful and less understood as the panicked pile onto each other's panic like Charles Graner's Abu Ghraib pile of prisoners photographed in compromising position. (Linked for anyone who was over-consuming at the time instead of waking up to the incessant filth of harsh interrogations.)
The S&P ratings downgrade is ludicrous in its weak attempt to label for the panicked that which was already unfolding. Its another false flag that takes us into higher inflation paying higher interest rates on the foreign loans we can't pay anymore without staged cage fights from the crazies. What else is up their sleeve we ask since the whole scheme is stupidly transparent.
Here's Marshall Auerbach on Counterpunch:
It is tragically amusing in a diabolical way that we are being reminded through every technological vehicle of communication that today's market crash is straight out of the 2008 playbook. This sets us up to expect a repeat of the past three years. Recall a few posts back the reminder concerning Stockholm Syndrome in which every simulacrum of relief is interpreted by the slaves as a kindness, an improvement in conditions and creates false hope which is false desire. And false desire, you know, is the cause of all suffering.
As long as we willingly hand over our attention to the noise, we will suffer needlessly since each journey by itself contains enough pain, sorrow, joy and glory to keep us occupied.
God help those who pay to play and may eternal fire and brimstone embrace those who lie, cheat and interfere at the expense of the innocent.
The following was #12 on Billboard in 1959:
They're rioting in Africa, they're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida, and Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles.
Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much!
But we can be tranquil, and thankful, and proud,
For mans' been endowed with a mushroom-shaped cloud.
And we know for certain that some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off, and we will all be blown away.
They're rioting in Africa, there's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us, will be done by our fellow man.
Kingston Trio
Of course, the names and faces change, the agenda only sounds new, but its not. We have serious problems that go ignored while the world continues to react to created chaos. Even the lyrics shown above are part of the agenda, i.e.; look here, don't look over there. It is remarkable we've come so far in spite of the real and lingering threats to humanity, isn't it. If one single person does something wrong, creating rippling problems for others, they are hunted down and thrown into the corporate slave labor market. If leaders in collusion with others, all of them doing things wrong, the world falls apart, you'll notice, over and over and over again. We are expected to pick up the pieces of our lives and go on.
But this time, it really is different. There is only so much picking up the pieces we can do. The one thing we've learned if we've learned nothing else, is it is worsening. And now, we are disgusted with this long drawn out worsening stage. Everything is more painful and less understood as the panicked pile onto each other's panic like Charles Graner's Abu Ghraib pile of prisoners photographed in compromising position. (Linked for anyone who was over-consuming at the time instead of waking up to the incessant filth of harsh interrogations.)
The S&P ratings downgrade is ludicrous in its weak attempt to label for the panicked that which was already unfolding. Its another false flag that takes us into higher inflation paying higher interest rates on the foreign loans we can't pay anymore without staged cage fights from the crazies. What else is up their sleeve we ask since the whole scheme is stupidly transparent.
Here's Marshall Auerbach on Counterpunch:
... for the record, the S&P (along with Moody’s and Fitch) covered themselves with glory during the housing bubble, rating toxic subprime junk as AAA rated paper. Not only were the agencies politically corrupted by virtue of their incestuous ties to Wall Street, but criminally incompetent as well. ...Definitely there will be more ugly kickbacks as dollar signs gleam in the eyes of our creditors. Do understand though, what is happening here is not the end of the world, that comes later, as we age and evolve under roiling skies, tsunamis, mass famine and endless war because those in position to do the right thing don't do it and certainly didn't do it when the opportunity was before them, even the wealthiest and most altruistic, by default, throughout history allow evil to take its course and now it is too late. It is too late because seven billion people is an unmanageable number and the real agenda is to bring that number down, just like an impossible debt, humanity is out of control. There are no bailouts available for overpopulation.
It is tragically amusing in a diabolical way that we are being reminded through every technological vehicle of communication that today's market crash is straight out of the 2008 playbook. This sets us up to expect a repeat of the past three years. Recall a few posts back the reminder concerning Stockholm Syndrome in which every simulacrum of relief is interpreted by the slaves as a kindness, an improvement in conditions and creates false hope which is false desire. And false desire, you know, is the cause of all suffering.
As long as we willingly hand over our attention to the noise, we will suffer needlessly since each journey by itself contains enough pain, sorrow, joy and glory to keep us occupied.
God help those who pay to play and may eternal fire and brimstone embrace those who lie, cheat and interfere at the expense of the innocent.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
seeking Yin in a Yang existence
If you want to know why everything is so weird, backwards, upside down and growing more so, look no further than the, heh, bipartisan cage fights going on at our expense. What we see occupying the mouths and dials of any subject du jour gone wild from Casey Anthony's farce of a forensics trade show the judicial system to the made-for-Twitter debt ceiling brawls is standard BAU, supersized as technology advances and the money moves, changes hands and moves again always pretending to recreate itself as larger, smarter and more deserved while vanishing through the revolving doors of the Bond Holders' international headquarters.
There appears to be a pattern developing, a devolving pattern, is it possible that everything comes crashing down at once? Or is it first, the sense of crash, then the announcement, speeches followed by political analysts analyzing what we already heard or wished we had not, then the shakedown takes place, after the fact, the effects rippling out as a flat stone skipped across the entire world's bodies of water, jumping the shores, landing smack into the heart of the world's capitol cities who then react with a combination of panic and schadenfreude. Certainly other nations have noticed something of a pattern as well and easily for much longer, meaning they are likely far advanced in disciphering patterns. In fact, I would venture that Somalian mothers probably know a lot about patterns, especially in a famine - a day away from death, when the limits of the technology that sends messages, money and images around the globe at the speed of light, delays the vastly underestimated food drops. Uh, sohree, maybe next week, maybe next month ... but hey, we're working on it.
We know nothing for sure. We only know its all speeding up while winding down. Isn't that what they call a speedball? Nothing will be the same this time next year or maybe it will, we don't really know, do we. The pattern I'm seeing is like a video projected on a blank wall. This video has one basic frame of a massive chart superimposed over changing images of global disasters, as the disasters increase or level off, the chart notes the activity. All activity including epidemic outbreaks, the air crash in Guyana, Arab Spring in Israel, China's financial wizard hoping through the media they get paid back first, Arctic Scientist sent packing for seeing and thinking too much... Moody's in a bad mood. There are red lines all over the place, zigging up and zagging down, unstable and trembling, its not something someone would bet on, or is it? The reason a lot of us can't fathom how ubiquitous are CDOs and why they were allegedly referred to as weapons of mass destruction by Warren Buffet, is betting that the opposite will take place goes 100% against the grain of those who are doing the right things, the good things, at all times. The bookies of our planet probably have a much clearer perspective on the state of humanity and surely cannot resist taking advantage of the situation as often as possible themselves. You know, access is power, and ... and
so forth.
So deeply imbedded in the slave psyche is the concept of The Dream that nothing interferes with such beliefs without a continuing series of unparallelled shocks eventually proving one undeniable element, existence of pernicious intent, over which you personally have no control and from which you along with billions of others are denied relief. Is it even rational to suggest created chaos? What happened to integrity? There can be no integrity when everyone at every level of society is more concerned with CYA. A very human trait, some are better at it than others, some can't hide motive while plenty do, those with far too much invested are blind genius pigs who can't see themselves as we see them oinking and snorting at the trough overflowing with the spoils of a possessed population, a population dodging and weaving before taking the hit, again and again. Of course there are reactions, it makes you rethink any number of mysterious events in a brand new way.
Imagine a world where anything you said and did went viral before you took your next breath? And billions of human beings judged from every possible and impossible angle whatever you said and did? My how far the fledgling colony of fundamentalist pilgrims has come, advancing exponentially what could not have been nearly so surgically precise and hidden from all slave eyes relative to the known history of western civilization. We often read or hear that situations supposedly similar in pattern, long before we ever came along, always happened, as if that's some kind of comfort to dream on, which it is not since what is happening now never happened with seven billion people on a rapidly depleting Earth where every thought and deed circles the globe - at the speed of light.
The photo uploads displayed below took long enough for the Sunday night cage fight championship "Obama vs. Boner" with Harry Reid as cutman mopping blood, tears and sweat, to reacha deadlock a temporary agreement on their obligations to Planet Earth which must still pass Congress and is still slated for super-review, all over again, by Saber tooth Sharks bearing execution axes come this fall, after their vacations. At this late hour, 8:20 pm EST, that's the best they can do? We ask why put everyone through this extreme adventure in pernicious procrastination? They must hate everyone they work with, hate their jobs and would leave in a heartbeat if they were not making so much funny money on the side, unless of course, they are evil aliens living among us and this is actually another episode of Torchwood - Miracle Day.
Enough of that. Now for the treats:
I've always said, when a system is this FUBAR, we must go back to the beginning. Here are the efforts of someone who broke on through to the other side, our Rasta's camp, a real life survival dream coming to fruition by the day. Thanks and Praises. The message that arrived with these sweet "sights" read:
Namaste: I bow to you and send I-greetings to your helpful bredren and Jah pups. Now we see what a serious survival family looks like and it looks like Love.
There appears to be a pattern developing, a devolving pattern, is it possible that everything comes crashing down at once? Or is it first, the sense of crash, then the announcement, speeches followed by political analysts analyzing what we already heard or wished we had not, then the shakedown takes place, after the fact, the effects rippling out as a flat stone skipped across the entire world's bodies of water, jumping the shores, landing smack into the heart of the world's capitol cities who then react with a combination of panic and schadenfreude. Certainly other nations have noticed something of a pattern as well and easily for much longer, meaning they are likely far advanced in disciphering patterns. In fact, I would venture that Somalian mothers probably know a lot about patterns, especially in a famine - a day away from death, when the limits of the technology that sends messages, money and images around the globe at the speed of light, delays the vastly underestimated food drops. Uh, sohree, maybe next week, maybe next month ... but hey, we're working on it.
We know nothing for sure. We only know its all speeding up while winding down. Isn't that what they call a speedball? Nothing will be the same this time next year or maybe it will, we don't really know, do we. The pattern I'm seeing is like a video projected on a blank wall. This video has one basic frame of a massive chart superimposed over changing images of global disasters, as the disasters increase or level off, the chart notes the activity. All activity including epidemic outbreaks, the air crash in Guyana, Arab Spring in Israel, China's financial wizard hoping through the media they get paid back first, Arctic Scientist sent packing for seeing and thinking too much... Moody's in a bad mood. There are red lines all over the place, zigging up and zagging down, unstable and trembling, its not something someone would bet on, or is it? The reason a lot of us can't fathom how ubiquitous are CDOs and why they were allegedly referred to as weapons of mass destruction by Warren Buffet, is betting that the opposite will take place goes 100% against the grain of those who are doing the right things, the good things, at all times. The bookies of our planet probably have a much clearer perspective on the state of humanity and surely cannot resist taking advantage of the situation as often as possible themselves. You know, access is power, and ... and
so forth.
So deeply imbedded in the slave psyche is the concept of The Dream that nothing interferes with such beliefs without a continuing series of unparallelled shocks eventually proving one undeniable element, existence of pernicious intent, over which you personally have no control and from which you along with billions of others are denied relief. Is it even rational to suggest created chaos? What happened to integrity? There can be no integrity when everyone at every level of society is more concerned with CYA. A very human trait, some are better at it than others, some can't hide motive while plenty do, those with far too much invested are blind genius pigs who can't see themselves as we see them oinking and snorting at the trough overflowing with the spoils of a possessed population, a population dodging and weaving before taking the hit, again and again. Of course there are reactions, it makes you rethink any number of mysterious events in a brand new way.
Imagine a world where anything you said and did went viral before you took your next breath? And billions of human beings judged from every possible and impossible angle whatever you said and did? My how far the fledgling colony of fundamentalist pilgrims has come, advancing exponentially what could not have been nearly so surgically precise and hidden from all slave eyes relative to the known history of western civilization. We often read or hear that situations supposedly similar in pattern, long before we ever came along, always happened, as if that's some kind of comfort to dream on, which it is not since what is happening now never happened with seven billion people on a rapidly depleting Earth where every thought and deed circles the globe - at the speed of light.
The photo uploads displayed below took long enough for the Sunday night cage fight championship "Obama vs. Boner" with Harry Reid as cutman mopping blood, tears and sweat, to reach
Enough of that. Now for the treats:
I've always said, when a system is this FUBAR, we must go back to the beginning. Here are the efforts of someone who broke on through to the other side, our Rasta's camp, a real life survival dream coming to fruition by the day. Thanks and Praises. The message that arrived with these sweet "sights" read:
Nina, some images upstairs, downstairs tent, pond on walk to sea with lotus's and crocs. Etc.
Night coming, walk 20 mins to camp.One Love
Sincere gratitude, I-turey, for allowing us to share a little of your experience. Walk safe Spar. Those cows appear to be all in one piece and we want you to continue with your camp construction all in one piece too. When we look into your world, we are seeing the Yin and Yang of Life on Earth. Its good to remember when the going gets tough, wherever there is Yang, somewhere else, thankfully, namaste, there is Yin.
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| independence camp |
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| off the grid |
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| the road home |
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| Lotus Lagoon in Tureyslandia |
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| stairs to enlightenment |
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| Jah Pups |
Namaste: I bow to you and send I-greetings to your helpful bredren and Jah pups. Now we see what a serious survival family looks like and it looks like Love.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Interruptions During a Cage Match
Anyone still confused at this late stage? On a personal level, as metaphor, we live our lives in a series of situations, for the most part, floating through the days and hours as if there is no ending. There are always things to do and be done, the incredible variety of living species in our situations that require attention, and often there are little jams to be unraveled, which we unravel and continue on with our journeys. In other words, we're coping, as best we know how at any given time ... until something like these times comes into focus and digs its way into our minds as a bad cloud. No matter what happens, the bad cloud is carried within. Every now and then it rolls itself into a hurricane or tornado and whatever else is going on within has to take a back seat. Lately we've found ourselves unwittingly embroiled in bullying bs boiling over in the very kitchens of the bad cloud's panic promotional. Ages ago I put up a line from the original film Wall Street where Bud Fox's Dad says to him "A man lives long enough, he sees everything."
And yet, what we are seeing is part and parcel of events that have been years in the making. As we grew up, there were plenty of signs and omens, generally misinterpreted as if such "very fine people" couldn't possibly be behind the growing evil. Here's one thing I know, which I learned early. Very fine people do not wear white ties. Tacky, tacky, tacky. You can imagine my utter dismay every time one of these very fine people makes some televised, i.e.; visual, statement about anything going on in the bad cloud and how really, really, its a good cloud, while adorned in absolutely fatal fashion statements. You may think I am kidding, but I am serious. Only factual, dyed-in-the-wool handmaidens to the Devil himself, slimeball Mobsters wear white ties, or pink, or yellow or anything bordering on pastels. Have you ever looked at those ties on camera? Dancing pixels sending bizarre rays into your pupils. You will note, they appear to possess a dress code as well as common purpose among them. Their fawning grocery clerks, errand boys/girls and celebrity punditry adopt all of it to better drive home the Mission. Personally, I got out of that car a long time ago. I'm not sure exactly what it was, it might have been the pastel neck-wear. it might have been the always misfit trying to fit in all the wrong places with all the wrong people. It might have been a particular hallucination where peaking, suddenly everyone grew very small, something like looking through a telescope backwards, crystal clear, everything was the same so I perceived, except the amazingly sharp reduction of everyone and everything within view. I might not have come back from that had it not been for a rescue to another artist's hideaway except he was one of these artists who liked to grind a subject into its abstract which can be done if you work at it long enough, a stage which he had not yet reached still being a literalist making O's in primaries. His studio aka free room in the squatter's commune was painted with every color and size circle the way you'd roll whole walls and ceiling in soft white, right down to the floor, the fabrics, the fireplace and so on. My problem was they were all spinning like wild crayola cheerios blown from a cannon which created a kind of whirling nausea and yearning for the outdoors, for something real, Nature and its comfort which eventually I found crawling downstairs, to the door, to freedom in the anonymity of city streets, one foot and the next until I led myself to green pastures lying down with wildflowers in the meadow watching clouds move, meet and move again, they were good clouds. I looked sideways long enough to see friends join in. It seemed we lay there centuries. We might have.
I'm still not sure of any tipping point where it all gelled. Not a day, lately an hour, passes without some intrusive nonsense like the "jobless recovery". As much as I would love to be done with it, it smarts. While today we might find we are not affected, surely tomorrow we will be? We have all been affected, perhaps not all at one time, but we would not allow bad clouds the opportunity to linger, even distantly, if we were not personally familiar with the extremes of pain they are capable of producing. We remember a moment in time, we have memories of disaster, we have had our hopes and expectations dashed to smithereens, we have lost loved ones, we have seen others lose everything and lost too much ourselves along the way. We believe in redemption, we trust in resurrection even without visual confirmation we have confidence in the goodness of living, that it is holy, that life itself is holy and that interior perfection of every living being is all the proof necessary and nothing can take that perfection away.
Do yourself a huge favor and read these links, if you have not already, in any order, order hardly matters, although I realize I have implied some order, it won't take up all that much of your time since you are already online reading, here are a few things to absorb that should stick, I know, so little sticks anymore, but give it a try:
From Mick:
The Handbook of Human Ownership for New Tax Farmers
From Vivek:
Hey America ...
From James Kunstler's CN comments:
The Great Global Debt Depression: Its All Greek to Me
From Paul Craig Roberts:
An Economy Destroyed
Done yet? Go and finish them now, at least one of them, I'm not going anywhere and I know the last two are particularly lengthy, but important! If you get fidgety, a typically addicted to convenience and/or chaos-driven western citizens' trait, just read the last one first (backwards is a great way to go since front is back and back is front now) all the way through and return later as you carve out space in your offline Word calendar for sincere acknowledgement of self through definition of the Apocalyptic experience in which we all share, like it or not ... or just make a Sticky Note for your monitor.
Let's get down to business
It seems that the deficit ceiling is replacing the Casey Anthony trial, with Cantor and Boner vs. our leader. Have you ever seen Grown Men behave in this way? And these are our representatives of the peeps. Hey, put 'em in a cage match for cryin' out loud and leave us out of it. If you knew these people in real life, as neighbors or a clique at the local swimming pool, would you have ANYthing to do with them? Who uses Vitalis anymore? As usual, we are forced to ask, what else is going on that we're not hearing about. And suddenly, practically written on the wind, Norway! Last check the death toll is under one hundred, but the figure is growing and will likely be higher by sigh, tomorrow. And speaking of Wetiko wickedness, could care-less-ness, those freak outbursts I mentioned last posting and a few posts before that, are on the increase. The ignorant on the ground, probably illiterate too, due to the fact all of this "toxic waste" is widely available through every expanding format of shining electronic delivery, are bursting loose from the jobless recovery to imitate the very activities dreamed up by "very fine people". Things come and go at breakneck speed, each dive surpassing former dives into deeper and deeper, never before unexplored depths of the raging cesspool of evil. Everything about them flys red flags and nothing happens. They can wear GO OLIGARCHY tie tacks on their pale gold ties and nothing happens. They can publicly scorn each other mere inches away from hand to hand combat with lies and denials and ... nothing happens.
Way down below in the secret cache of an overstressed, oversized, over-produced population where mostly everything has gotten completely out of control because people no longer want to know what is happening around them since their entire lives have become Adventures in Narcissism 24/7, there are horrors and very difficult to describe drastic abuses of the innocent and unaware surfacing for a few hours, a day or two, before the deficit ceiling cage match blows them off the platform. Weird things like the Leiby Kletzy tragedy and the Coronado mansion double murder. When the celebrity pundit reads the teleprompter saying "Why Norway?" do you grimace at her sheer idiocy or weep for the Libyans who on another planet, one with good clouds, would be filling the bellies of the Somalis instead of under hijack at the crazed insistence of the followers of economic nirvana which is not a resilient or even remotely sustainable system... as we are reminded this week after thinking about the far reaching implications in the Archdruid's excellent essay. Even Libya has vanished from the news as if its another ho hum long term occupation in the making and we're to just go shopping or something. Its always unnerving how quickly we have these things analyzed for us since we are too dumbed down now to read the blood on the wall. How long did it take Bush to declare Bin Laden did it? How long did it take CNN to read their prepared statement claiming the little potty or the base is responsible for Norway's attacks? Fifteen minutes? An hour? And, gosh, we haven't even touched on the highly contagious cell hacking disease spreading paranoia and opening wallets across the pond, its not necessary my friends, is it. My only question while admitting I aspire to know nothing because I can't stand to know, its too disgusting, is: Where's the forensics on the guy who lay dead in the portapotty for twelve hours? In't this one like the Coronado mistress found bound and hung from a backyard balcony, in that suicide is often disguised to appear as homicide, they say. Or is that homicide is often disguised to appear as suicide? Gimme a break! We are looking at updated Wellstonings, stories for the stupid, damaged cells dividing and multiplying, exacerbating, exaggerating initial damage.
So I'm with Mick and Vivek. You will have some feelings about those links and I request we stay on subject for this post, if possible, and share them in the comments, again, if possible. If you have something else you have to say, of course that is always welcome, but for this post and those links, we'll need to talk. I've held off publishing them until now because the ubiquitous crescendo of the greedy oligarchs wrapping around the globe and destroying all life on Earth cannot be ignored or denied anymore. I should add that all the evils noted above are taking place as the Earth crumbles in anthropogenic climate chaos which must be something like living it up in an inescapable gated seaside community next door to six nuclear power plants, six months before a super quake and tsunami. In other words, its getting dangerous out there.
You do understand, don't you, its not going away. It only grows, like all living species subject to the variations of Malthusian prophecy, build it and they will come, and keep coming and coming on, until ...
On that dire precipice which appears to have no possible live landing in sight, I leave you with the best line from Vanilla Sky - "Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around."
Within us is that power.
And yet, what we are seeing is part and parcel of events that have been years in the making. As we grew up, there were plenty of signs and omens, generally misinterpreted as if such "very fine people" couldn't possibly be behind the growing evil. Here's one thing I know, which I learned early. Very fine people do not wear white ties. Tacky, tacky, tacky. You can imagine my utter dismay every time one of these very fine people makes some televised, i.e.; visual, statement about anything going on in the bad cloud and how really, really, its a good cloud, while adorned in absolutely fatal fashion statements. You may think I am kidding, but I am serious. Only factual, dyed-in-the-wool handmaidens to the Devil himself, slimeball Mobsters wear white ties, or pink, or yellow or anything bordering on pastels. Have you ever looked at those ties on camera? Dancing pixels sending bizarre rays into your pupils. You will note, they appear to possess a dress code as well as common purpose among them. Their fawning grocery clerks, errand boys/girls and celebrity punditry adopt all of it to better drive home the Mission. Personally, I got out of that car a long time ago. I'm not sure exactly what it was, it might have been the pastel neck-wear. it might have been the always misfit trying to fit in all the wrong places with all the wrong people. It might have been a particular hallucination where peaking, suddenly everyone grew very small, something like looking through a telescope backwards, crystal clear, everything was the same so I perceived, except the amazingly sharp reduction of everyone and everything within view. I might not have come back from that had it not been for a rescue to another artist's hideaway except he was one of these artists who liked to grind a subject into its abstract which can be done if you work at it long enough, a stage which he had not yet reached still being a literalist making O's in primaries. His studio aka free room in the squatter's commune was painted with every color and size circle the way you'd roll whole walls and ceiling in soft white, right down to the floor, the fabrics, the fireplace and so on. My problem was they were all spinning like wild crayola cheerios blown from a cannon which created a kind of whirling nausea and yearning for the outdoors, for something real, Nature and its comfort which eventually I found crawling downstairs, to the door, to freedom in the anonymity of city streets, one foot and the next until I led myself to green pastures lying down with wildflowers in the meadow watching clouds move, meet and move again, they were good clouds. I looked sideways long enough to see friends join in. It seemed we lay there centuries. We might have.
I'm still not sure of any tipping point where it all gelled. Not a day, lately an hour, passes without some intrusive nonsense like the "jobless recovery". As much as I would love to be done with it, it smarts. While today we might find we are not affected, surely tomorrow we will be? We have all been affected, perhaps not all at one time, but we would not allow bad clouds the opportunity to linger, even distantly, if we were not personally familiar with the extremes of pain they are capable of producing. We remember a moment in time, we have memories of disaster, we have had our hopes and expectations dashed to smithereens, we have lost loved ones, we have seen others lose everything and lost too much ourselves along the way. We believe in redemption, we trust in resurrection even without visual confirmation we have confidence in the goodness of living, that it is holy, that life itself is holy and that interior perfection of every living being is all the proof necessary and nothing can take that perfection away.
Do yourself a huge favor and read these links, if you have not already, in any order, order hardly matters, although I realize I have implied some order, it won't take up all that much of your time since you are already online reading, here are a few things to absorb that should stick, I know, so little sticks anymore, but give it a try:
From Mick:
The Handbook of Human Ownership for New Tax Farmers
From Vivek:
Hey America ...
From James Kunstler's CN comments:
The Great Global Debt Depression: Its All Greek to Me
From Paul Craig Roberts:
An Economy Destroyed
Done yet? Go and finish them now, at least one of them, I'm not going anywhere and I know the last two are particularly lengthy, but important! If you get fidgety, a typically addicted to convenience and/or chaos-driven western citizens' trait, just read the last one first (backwards is a great way to go since front is back and back is front now) all the way through and return later as you carve out space in your offline Word calendar for sincere acknowledgement of self through definition of the Apocalyptic experience in which we all share, like it or not ... or just make a Sticky Note for your monitor.
Let's get down to business
It seems that the deficit ceiling is replacing the Casey Anthony trial, with Cantor and Boner vs. our leader. Have you ever seen Grown Men behave in this way? And these are our representatives of the peeps. Hey, put 'em in a cage match for cryin' out loud and leave us out of it. If you knew these people in real life, as neighbors or a clique at the local swimming pool, would you have ANYthing to do with them? Who uses Vitalis anymore? As usual, we are forced to ask, what else is going on that we're not hearing about. And suddenly, practically written on the wind, Norway! Last check the death toll is under one hundred, but the figure is growing and will likely be higher by sigh, tomorrow. And speaking of Wetiko wickedness, could care-less-ness, those freak outbursts I mentioned last posting and a few posts before that, are on the increase. The ignorant on the ground, probably illiterate too, due to the fact all of this "toxic waste" is widely available through every expanding format of shining electronic delivery, are bursting loose from the jobless recovery to imitate the very activities dreamed up by "very fine people". Things come and go at breakneck speed, each dive surpassing former dives into deeper and deeper, never before unexplored depths of the raging cesspool of evil. Everything about them flys red flags and nothing happens. They can wear GO OLIGARCHY tie tacks on their pale gold ties and nothing happens. They can publicly scorn each other mere inches away from hand to hand combat with lies and denials and ... nothing happens.
Way down below in the secret cache of an overstressed, oversized, over-produced population where mostly everything has gotten completely out of control because people no longer want to know what is happening around them since their entire lives have become Adventures in Narcissism 24/7, there are horrors and very difficult to describe drastic abuses of the innocent and unaware surfacing for a few hours, a day or two, before the deficit ceiling cage match blows them off the platform. Weird things like the Leiby Kletzy tragedy and the Coronado mansion double murder. When the celebrity pundit reads the teleprompter saying "Why Norway?" do you grimace at her sheer idiocy or weep for the Libyans who on another planet, one with good clouds, would be filling the bellies of the Somalis instead of under hijack at the crazed insistence of the followers of economic nirvana which is not a resilient or even remotely sustainable system... as we are reminded this week after thinking about the far reaching implications in the Archdruid's excellent essay. Even Libya has vanished from the news as if its another ho hum long term occupation in the making and we're to just go shopping or something. Its always unnerving how quickly we have these things analyzed for us since we are too dumbed down now to read the blood on the wall. How long did it take Bush to declare Bin Laden did it? How long did it take CNN to read their prepared statement claiming the little potty or the base is responsible for Norway's attacks? Fifteen minutes? An hour? And, gosh, we haven't even touched on the highly contagious cell hacking disease spreading paranoia and opening wallets across the pond, its not necessary my friends, is it. My only question while admitting I aspire to know nothing because I can't stand to know, its too disgusting, is: Where's the forensics on the guy who lay dead in the portapotty for twelve hours? In't this one like the Coronado mistress found bound and hung from a backyard balcony, in that suicide is often disguised to appear as homicide, they say. Or is that homicide is often disguised to appear as suicide? Gimme a break! We are looking at updated Wellstonings, stories for the stupid, damaged cells dividing and multiplying, exacerbating, exaggerating initial damage.
So I'm with Mick and Vivek. You will have some feelings about those links and I request we stay on subject for this post, if possible, and share them in the comments, again, if possible. If you have something else you have to say, of course that is always welcome, but for this post and those links, we'll need to talk. I've held off publishing them until now because the ubiquitous crescendo of the greedy oligarchs wrapping around the globe and destroying all life on Earth cannot be ignored or denied anymore. I should add that all the evils noted above are taking place as the Earth crumbles in anthropogenic climate chaos which must be something like living it up in an inescapable gated seaside community next door to six nuclear power plants, six months before a super quake and tsunami. In other words, its getting dangerous out there.
You do understand, don't you, its not going away. It only grows, like all living species subject to the variations of Malthusian prophecy, build it and they will come, and keep coming and coming on, until ...
On that dire precipice which appears to have no possible live landing in sight, I leave you with the best line from Vanilla Sky - "Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around."
Within us is that power.
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