Notes from the back pasture over the surreal course of a bizarre fortnight:

At this moment the Blue convention is up in the gathering hall stretched on the wide screen and loud.  The Red was last weeks' coliseum event.  The point of view in this environment is that of "Everyone must watch" both freak fests.  I snuk away a lot.  I have things to do, I live here, so the story goes.  With that excuse, I was able to avoid possible contagion of TVPTSD, a condition we hear about frequently as these thugs in 2D are apparently fatally afflicted with pornographic fantasies of medieval punishments against anyone who does not hold their views.  Every so often, the Crisis Management Consultants let the leash out "accidentally" (Now, why would they do that?) and one of the feeble minded exposes how irreparably FUBAR are the Reptilian brains of these fools.  I know it is not wholesome to criticize the beliefs of others, but we'll pretend I don't know that because the beliefs these dudes are living with in their heads are ... well ... culturally corrupt old wives tales passed around by Eraserheads in pastel ties who comfort themselves with multiple, illiterate abuses of the flesh in which violence is but one header, under which many sub-categories are filled in with mindbenders that were disproven and we thought, discontinued from the lexicon of normal  intellect after humans moved passed the Dark Ages. We know better now, don't we?  Some of us do, quite a lot do not.  The only thing you can do about that is nothing, as in non-doing.  Tell yourself the truth.  These things are made for TVLCD moments in the same way fund raising rock festivals and Pope, Schiavo, Jocko, Jocko's Doctor Trial, Indy 500 TV is.  The networks love it.  The hotels and restaurants love it.  Hookers love it.  (Although, the African American business mens  associations in and around Orlando are rightly put out the Red conventioneers sent ZERO monetary support into their communities which tells you the racial makeup and ignorant blunders of the vulture capitalism fans.)  In that case, perhaps they would prefer kill teams?  Seriously, the pomp and glory supposedly surrounding these fan club meetups wore thin even before we became aware of each other.  I never got it.  Ever. Why should we be subject to copywriter-profit-enthusiasts blue-toothing through the wooden lips of Charlie McCarthy?  I have been direct about having no interest in either of these whiz-bang affairs, but that goes nowhere, there are those who prefer an excuse having nothing to do with the matter at hand. It is a hard thing to grasp, but when you feel it you know how to respond.  Recall the lesson: They want it that way.  


People all over the world were just going about their business - all the while a stealth MIC sequestered a steadily growing plan.  Leaks were initially scoffed as implausible, then drew in friends of friends, then drew in the right bullhorns and the big money which led all the way to the mother-lode leviathan treasure chest, the little people heathens, an endless pyramid Ponzi could be arranged with some twists here and there, amping the gullibility and greed that suddenly burst out from the shadows setting off the tripwire that was to free the plot, reverse bad into good, cruel into kind, life into death, stupid into smart, wise into illiterate, love into irrelevance, compassion into fear.  The lists of things you can not do are long, the lists of things they can do to you are even longer - because they have let us know through every medium, human and inhuman, everything is on the table, including you - comatosed and costumed as apple-in-mouth wild boar, wheeled into the state dining room on a silver trolley.


 Of course, we are not exactly there yet, but what will they turn to when Mother Nature denies them their racks of ribs because the candycorn fed the livestock after the rain stopped falling made the cattle unable to reproduce and all the real corn was confiscated for biofuels?  Let us not underestimate how far away into the future this situation could be upon us, made legal in refrigerated glass display cases by the powerful human tissue sales approvals department exactly like many of the sad dressed fish that are now lying on ice, fish you never heard of until recently that are now showing up everywhere, ground and mutilated into anything that satisfies protein content.  People will go for all of it in the name of convenience and low prices.  I've seen it, they're dragging shopping carts of unknown carcasses into their houses every night, bags of frozen somethings or take out, more unknown somethings in styrofoam boxes.  Sigh. They-want-it-that-way.  They want you to know there are levels to cannibalism such as "Its okay in restaurants" or "I didn't have time to shop", or my favorite, "I forgot." Just before the heatwaves, wildfires, power outs and drought got going enough to melt their vegetable gardens, it was exactly the opposite situation. It seems as if all that we have attempted to promote through the venue of the web has vanished in the passing of time, that the recovery BS was actually believed as carved on the tablets of the Ten Commandments triggering some inner tricycle bell allowing all those feeling deprived to jump back into the rush of consumerism nonstop, a day is not complete without running to Wal*Mart, for example, including the rental of an entertainment DVD so that NO time is ever spent considering the mystery and wonder of the Universe or comparisons made between that world and their everyday upside down, backwards world on the ground.  You might say such escapism is non-doing, but in such a state, one is constantly busy, busy, busy, selecting, making financial decisions, making lists, collecting coupons, scrambling for the bank cards and allegiance discount cards, running mental cost analysis as they plow through towering aisles of joblot imports vacuous in self-drive seated dodgems with front loading baskets.  Because, as the collections of low-in-the-water freighters sat idled at anchor, bows to the wind, China grew anxious Americans were not consuming enough of their slave labors and considering the deal, that was unacceptable. The situation was remedied in a few ways, all of them blared altruistically as anything other than what they were, funnymoney and foodstamps sprinkled from the skies.  Just as magical, not a single little person actually saw any of it.  However, the idea, vague and coded in acronyms, was enough to break down the locked doors of the empty malls. Against all logic it worked.


A decade in vain?  ... and the music starts again, which numbered sectors were chosen for this year's Hunger Games?   Let's guess:  The regions showing the lowest IQ scores, recently endangered by horrific disaster and already existing in a softened state of extreme need.


Notes about the notes:

We can aspire to anything we want, but only if we know what it is we want. On a deeper level, which is the higher level, if one can remove WANT from their mental list of immediate shoulds and musts and future shoulds and musts and due by dates, you can get a lot of what you really need, often too because what you want and need most comes directly to you without any strings attached other than to acknowledge love which has no strings.  If you want nothing, if you never think of acquiring, if you are satisfied with all you have or don't have and when presented with the possibility of additional material goods or promotional adjustments, harbor no interest, you are non-doing and you would be doing very well.  You can mingle with all sorts of people and situations in all stations of life and find it all rather painless, joyous in fact, because you are non-doing.  I will say for beginners, once you get Visible the way he intends you to get him, and that way is fraught with painful rewinds and seemingly impossible fast forwards, non-doing is easier and the transcendental state far more lasting.  I think I was in this state already, by some miracle of Jah, Respects, Eteeopieah, meaning that I am able to interact while at the same time stand back and watch.  Ah, but the real thrill is in discovering new escalators to Heaven, it pays to listen to the suggestions of wise others. We were put here and there was a reason why.  We are the bridge as the refrain is to the verse.  It is important to make the effort to try to stay on course, regardless that everything we meet on the path is designed to waylay you for years paralyzed in place.  While it is okay to explain this to friendlies who notice what you've already noticed, there has been no change for the better, it is worse than ever due to a brief pause in the demonstration where the mind to please was hijacked again.  But down the road apiece, you might just come to the conclusion, it is best to go about your business, silent in non-doing.  Whatever insights you discover on your own are permanent.  A light may show the way, but it is you who must choose to step forward.