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.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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... 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.
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