the Marvin Gaye question

.. It's like you look right at something but you can't see it. Maybe the time isn't right. Maybe you're not right and then, it all comes together. ...  Visible

Not too long ago, and I cannot for the life of me relocate the link, I came across a charted map of currently operational Personhoods portrayed as bright, multicolored dots scattered throughout the world.  The entire side of the globe shown in the image was jammed with these dots, all bore long stems rooting from Earth's surface, the base, likely representing primary Personhoods' international holdings and offshore subsidiaries known by different names and run by local management promoting the same products, regardless into which category their intangible product lines fall.  It was breathtaking.  If you looked at it long enough, insights amp to max and multitudes of random incidental happenings and major news shattering events suddenly connect.  All that was required was this sole picture to put the pieces together making more sense than ever before, if sense can be made of these times.  It was not a relief.  It was/is so much worse than we imagine, so much bigger, so much more evil and probably the only way it possibly could have happened that our world would metastasize into what it is today.  The fault lies not with us, but with the enabling agencies, exactly as we see happening now with mandates and complexities layering over previous complexities. (re: The Catalytic Converter Model of Progress)  If you saw the same image and can supply a link for us, please do.  Sure, I could paint it, but why waste my paints on that which has allowed pure evil to flourish?  Besides, cough, cough, it would be too emotionally disturbing spending years chronicling such a work in water colors.

The first thing that comes to mind when you see such an image is the ubiquity of Personhoods in a ratio of land/sea to glowing dots.  You can barely see our Earth's surface.  When you realize the sheer magnitude of Personhoods' grasp over the planet, your thoughts naturally slide over to other groups who often appear to be everywhere too, groups such as the enemy so many western nations trawl their populations fearing.  What enemy?  Oh, you know, the bad guys who we hear the wars are supposed to eradicate so slaves people everywhere can live in freedom under God in GMO Consitutional plantations democracy.  Then you wonder who the bad guys are anyway and where they came from since you don't recall hearing about them during your youth when life, beautiful, carefree life, was an open promise to unlimited prosperity and growth.  You were taught every one of us had the potential to become president.  You were expected to exceed your parents' standard of living ... which, as you have noticed,  neither fantasy is not even close to what is happening here.  Somewhere back in the eighties and nineties, I recall noticing my mailbox only contained bills.   My Father, farther up the coast, told me he often missed expected documents because they became lost between the leaves of junk mail, advertising flyers, come-ons costumed as personal invitations, costumed in fake legal urgency, costumed newspapers containing only ads and disclaimers...  It was about this time I became seriously concerned with the quality of our lives.  It seemed weird to give away my sweat labor to so many unknown entities piling on the backs of each other, just to exist in a high rise bookshelf writing checks and balancing the budget all day, everyday.  It seemed there should be something greater to the life experience, something enriching, something real and holy, but everybody else was doing the same thing and meekly accepting it as BAU.  Most of all it pained me to bring up a brilliant child just so she could find herself repeating the same story in adulthood. It is with our own children the line is drawn. 

This chart-map under discussion makes it clear just exactly who is in charge.  Of course, they  had to invent an enemy or no one would go for it.  Imagine some highup Wetiko suit with his cohorts during their full body waxings at the spa, yukking it up, riffing on names for their enemy because evil-doers by itself was immature and off the mark.  "Hey, how about the toilet?"  Ha ha ha ha, chortles. "Well, how about the base?  Don't they mean the same thing?"  Even when its not funny, they laugh.  They needed an enemy that morphs, an invisible enemy that could issue serious demands from anywhere at anytime, exactly as international holdings and offshore subsidiaries provide the Personhoods and thus it was modeled after their own hierarchical structure since, after all, they know best how it is done.

I took the thought and applied it to every media crisis I read, huge to insignificant, from the proposed bills weaving through the Senate to the pitiful lives effected and found a rather tidy fit.  Maybe its just me and maybe not, maybe the wax room's original haha creation and their timely communiques are a front for easy entry into regions that possess the exact ingredients needed for products which promote the lifestyles of the rich and famous by elimination of the underdogs and perhaps in each new region the consequence is predictable, a real enemy comes forth, people willing to fight and die rather than sit in bookshelf hi rises writing checks day in, day out while slowly dying from Poison Syndrome, poisoned food, poisoned air, poisoned culture, poisoned history, loss of meaning and lack of purpose, poisoned torturous imprisonment, incited riots, slashed sovereign systems, burned-out villages, imported mercenaries with no allegiance to anyone and so forth.

If this is what its all about, Jah help us.  Merely the passing of time and performance of activities placed next to the results of those activities tell you all you need to know in the same way you need not listen to someone's words to know them, it is their actions that reveal their truth.  We are face to face with the Master Houdinis of all time and weak in the overbearing force of ambient abuse, made to feel crazy, paranoid, deficient, always on the edge of some unknown trauma bearing down from somewhere else all the while knowing none of that really applies to us because we are not crazy, we are going by life-learned lessons of right and wrong.  We possess a moral code, we are compassionate, and never, ever intentionally take others for granted.  Yet, this is a new beast walking among us, having cast his hungry net over Earth and looking toward Space seeking immortality.  Ah, who is it that runs the Space Program now?  And the mortgage crisis settlements ... Ummm, not even a white collar cell!  Bernie Madoff should then walk.  Perhaps someday Patsy will get to collect tiny paper Polynesian umbrellas as the softly blending warm Ultramarine floats around his ankles in fine white bubbles and verdant palm fronds soften his features unrecognizable in bronze shadow and aviators and hand-screened beachwear, that timeworn notice to water cultures everywhere - Occupado.  "RESERVED".  Siperyè.

This situation could go on long after we exit this journey.  The Personhoods' comprehensive approach to its universal strategy, a strategy I'll refer to as, UNISTRAT, is just one of many phases building towards an ever-evolving future of imaginary paradise, includes heavy duty  pro-lifers because they are picky choosey with all sorts of rigorous requirements to be met if one is to enter into the program at all, a program which if successful, requires reproducing themselves insuring everlasting power from the grave.  Whatever they could want becomes legal through holographic mass media events extremely well-attended by a nervous global population on tiny screens held in trembling hands toiling the dirt of the Earth in farmers' fields and sandstorms, igloos and Midwestern tornadoes, graduating into advancements beyond Hollywood where judgements are formed and opinions molded in policy, a circus, again a circus, so that no one really knows What's Goin' On.  Mother, mother There's too many of you crying, Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying ...

Whom will they look to when soylent green peaks?   That would be the great defining moment for the hybrid-Human species... unless, there's always an unless, the bunkers are made from the same lame imports as everything else while nuclear winter claws out what remains of the Ozone.

From Chapter 57, v. 1-7: The TAO

1. think of yourself as an empire to govern, explore, work and live in

2. a man stretched between heaven and earth governs the totality of the self with ritual action and intent

3. a man stretched between heaven and earth resolves conflicts within his border with surprise, creativity and the unusual

4. a man stretched between heaven and earth embraces the universe by not interfering with it at all

5. it is a matter of degree to see yourself as a ruler who governs according to a definite plan  reacting creatively to the unexpected while also allowing your kingdom to unfold naturally

6. the ancient child asks where is this kingdom

7. the kingdom is within me
within each of us