Raining in My Heart

And now, my dearest allies, those people who visit and leave a multitude of feelings, inspirations and personal thoughts and connections - for which I am always so grateful, people from near and far who read here for whatever reasons and leave without commenting, but take away something helpful or consoling with them on their journeys, we come together again because its time.

We are weak and on our knees simply trying to comprehend the accelerating suffering from coast to coast and country to country which, as we have known has been simmering for centuries and now reaches the boiling point. 

Since I was a little yout, I never got the "why" part. Why beat down the downtrodden? Why create circumstances to deliberately divide us? Why make hard that which is naturally easy, what was it, what is it, they can't see?  It follows, of course, that those early years would not have been smooth.  But still, they formed me and were imbedded more deeply every  single day in one way or another. My crime was holding ideals that differed radically from too many others' ideals, that is, if they held any genuine ideals at all.

I can't say I've changed much in that category. Truth always mattered more, although it commonly comes at a high price.  One must be able to convince the medium from which truth comes to you that you will accept it with no repercussions, an impossible feat. The first repercussion is your normal curiosity for truth.  And curiosity makes you think which makes you feel a way.  It can not be helped.

I am sure anyone reading here already knew the repulsive truth about torture many years back. They thought we would forget it with the passing of time, our attention long diverted with school shootings, cyber hackings, privacy leaks and abject consumerism as if "all that was so then" in the same way Bill Cosby might think about his past behaviors. Only now we are presented with a damning report years after the fact and already its  being run through the dairy queen dispener. Yes, its Christmas under the tree for the damage control industry which are as you know, ruthless professionals in Timing is Everything whose hands are permanently stained with the stigmata of global misery.  Instead of apology they race to deny.  They threw this report at us to get those criminal, lippy protestors to knock it off by shifting the spotlight. We're in Present Shock, remember?  Where everything happens at once?

I can't breathe.

I want to speak to them directly and let them know WE can't breathe.  We can't eat, we can't speak. We can't live, we can't weep because we know their stock in trade and brace ourselves while inside our tortured hearts we are praying they get hip.

But you know, they don't see it that way.  They have a vision that they are untouchable, a uniquely superior example of our species, a more perfect person.  So remarkably special, revered and powerful, so right, so clean in conscience, communication of any sort with the slightest potential truth might accidentally slip out is not allowed.  It appears truth was made illegal and the ruling kept secret because damage management was on vacation in some private blackjack suite high above the golden avenues of Fat City. 

The divide is wider than the distance between Mother Earth and Uranus which means it is extremely unlikely we will see any of these white face Ken dolls fess up and get with the program.

The program, (you know the program, you are the program)  is and always has been DO NO HARM.  There are a million, billion, trillion subheads under that title, including all sizes and manner of beautiful, truly Godly acts of compassion and seva.

I will make it simple for them by saying truthfully,  all they have to do is recognize we are all one. Yes! Pan Species Diversity. Without the game, we're all the same. We breathe as one.

There is nothing, NOTHING, less than  absolute ZERO, ever to be gained by allowing ignorant prejudice, vanity and testosterone fueled anguish to dictate action.


Raining in My Heart:
Post title from The Best of Slim Harpo
Excello Records, recorded: Crowley, Louisiana, 
November 1960
Photo c. Yahoo/Pinterest

belief & hope

Good Evening Friends.  Here we are again, it hasn't been that long really, only two weeks as opposed to a real hiatus.  I prefer to call it a sabbatical because the word itself conjures something much closer to what I do offline.  I'm not sweetening it, actually sweet is too weak a word when you live in the continuous state of Present Shock where every twenty-four hour cycle is Halloween combined with April's Fool's Day.  The changes just keep coming, never think anything is static. Anything.  The energy fields have been bent to ramp it up. This week's watchword is BELIEVE. 

Last night, directly on the heels of our past few weeks into the fall semester, during which we were inundated, drip fed, rudely awakened from our physically and mentally restorative safe havens of creative vesselship, we were taught, in black and white, beyond all shadow of doubt, how foolish and irresponsible are the designers of spaceman hazmat suits, medical caregivers, mass transportation screeners and military scribes when it comes to pandemic preparedness.  Kinda like if western medical personnel and those just following orders have turned into the Malaysian Airlines copywriting staff for this one.  Why are we supposed to think that? 
I'd like to know what the military thinks it can accomplish by exposing its forces to Ebola, which brings me to Dublin Mick's bombshell post where he quotes Jim Stone on the massive wolf cry of Ebola.  I read it last night and noted the conversation in the comments on my previous post are quickly turning in that direction and feel probably a lot like everyone else which is:
I don't know what to believe. 

Only Jah know what going down.
Of course, I've been over it again and again and unfortunately we have some precedents for this kind of thing, enough so the boy who cries wolf appears to be typical of perhaps, a whining toddler trying to get
his/her way.  But we don't really know, do we.  There is a progressive negative aftermath to all that we've witnessed on our devices.  And for everything we've been thrown, really, there is no other way to think about it.  but still ... hope and belief come creepin' round.  run...

Things come across the internet that intend to produce an effect.  Through this medium, we are taught and shown examples of what is good and what is bad, regardless that these "things" are very often contradictory. 

Perhaps we need to stop believing in belief.  There is only one thing we can be sure of and that is ourselves, but even personal faith is sometimes unreliable.  When it is unreliable to us, we seek opinions from those we "believe" to be wiser than ourselves.   In Present Shock, this crazy, ruthless, over-intense, mind and body destroying avalanche of information can debilitate even the most trusted of our vanishing advisers. 

Because Hope is belief's accomplice.  Together, they are old habits of cowardice in concentration.  Delusional U-turns on a circular beltway.
We need neither to survive.  We never did and still don't.  I shouldn't have to point that out.

Real fact is helpful where you can find it.  Connected to our devices, the device on which you are reading this text, there is unfortunately little, perhaps none, to be found.  Thus, the marketing, development and continuous upgrading of these devices becomes the only way to manage seven billion hopeful believers while the planet is shredded into a million, quadrillion, tiny pieces. 

Update on Presentism

It is only right and fitting that proper credit be given where  it is due.  This hot and sweaty subject is still with us, the beast's foul breath up close and personal and has a feel of permanence, but then so did the past while yesterday was gradually awakening into the present, step by step, the sands running through the hourglass of time,  we suddenly arrive at this peculiar situation.  An example of how the memory in overload of presentism stores information would be the essay I put up in July on Present Shock, much of which highlighted Charles' essay of May 22nd.  Thus the following correction and more on the subject:

"Present Shock and the Fantasy of Change August 17, 2013
The fantasy is that the status quo won't change dramatically, even as it already has changed dramatically.
It's remarkably easy nowadays to experience Present Shock overload. I wrote about Douglas Rushkoff's new book Present Shock: When Everything Happens Now recently (Present Shock and the Loss of History and Context May 22, 2013); the book discusses the manner in which always-on digital media, communication and work flatten the natural narratives of time and context into an associative sea of free-floating information.
With history and context both disrupted, it takes a huge amount of work to maintain a context that "makes sense" of our actions and conceptual narratives. Just maintaining this coherence requires a constant investment of time and mental energy. In this sense, the constant threat of filter failure or information/task overload acts as a kind of ambient friction, draining a significant amount of time and energy from our limited resources.
When I find my worklife decohering/splintering, an internal Code Red is triggered and I go into slash-and-burn mode, reducing commitments and circling the wagons to conserve my mental energy for truly critical long-term tasks. In a way, the multiple commitments and digital distractions of modern life conspire against long-term projects and the coherent organization and investment of one's time and energy they require.
In other words, as distractions and pressures mount, we become ever less able to focus on the truly important projects that are long-term by their very nature. ... "

I saw Charles' new post a few minutes ago, the subject fascinates me.  I highly recommend reading further at his sites.  In presentism, our overloaded memories of what someone said or did have no room for context.  This leaves us wide open for suggestion, implantation of context from undesirable forces as we see happening repeatedly to beleaguered little people worldwide every hour of every day.  USA, USA, USA!  Some might call it a war if they are able to grasp its totality of annihilation.  This IS what is dividing us because so few are able to see or define it,  much less get out from underneath its brute weight. 

Douglas Rushkoff's brilliant book cover, can you feel it?  

alien patriots

When you are celebrated and revered by yourself (and oftentimes others solely on your say so) as a "super" anything, it inspires generally unrealized paranoia, but manifests in profound acting out on the part of the praised.  Look what being a super control freak did for George Zimmerman.  Look what living inside superdom has done for us.  When someone convinces themselves they are worthy of placement at the top of the dung heap, they make mistakes (because they are not thinking clearly and relying on past success in smothering errors) that winds up costing them far more than had they tempered their self-aggrandizement with a little humility.  In such a position, mistakes (impulsive actions not thought all the way through to inevitable consequence) are life shattering.  We see it daily in the news and in person taking place on every social strata from underpaid clerks in boiler rooms all the way to the grandest offices in the land. I posted the following on a popular conservative blog a year ago and to date, nothing since has transpired to change my opinion.

"At the root of this case, not in the aftermath and resulting layers of diversionary complexity, you have a human being stricken with an extreme desire for control who appointed himself vigilante and masqueraded with various members of authentic law enforcement as fellows in brotherhood, i.e.; trained and legalized members law enforcement.
Only someone with deep seated feelings of inadequacy and failure, "unable to control themselves", aspires to an identity of being above the law and often manifests escalating abusive behaviors such as domestic violence if the perpetrator does not receive intervention. Most never receive proper intervention. The point is usually buried with a good defense attorney only to surface later in even more bizarre behaviors. The jury should consider the underlying motives of anyone - armed, but unqualified to secure the safety of any community. There are trained and paid security guards for such positions. People allow self-appointed representatives because they are not willing to pay for the real thing and are willing to let someone else bear the responsibility for them, making it fully possible for irresponsible and disturbed fakes to create overwhelming problems with tragic implications for all involved. Did anyone even vet this guy before he was in position to cast his own version of final judgement? It doesn't matter that Zimmerman sustained an injury, it matters that he saw himself as an empowered authority figure with nothing at all to back it up.”

If we take the example of Zimmerman writ large, we're getting close to what is happening to our alien family way up there skiing the peaks of the previously mentioned heap.  When we read of the surveillance games, the coercions, the playground tit for tat, and when we read how fruitless such efforts toward total control have shown themselves to be, we wonder what shoe is dropping next because none of it plays out in they manner it was initially desired.  These aliens never give up, do they. When something doesn't work, the inventors, eager to stay on top, desperate actually, defend and amend language supporting a supposed brilliant achievement while we, watching, wondering, waiting, see only cruelty and failure.


We can call this a movement in the same way there was a Civil Rights Movement.  You will note how well that has worked out. Now, at this late date, we get word the aliens want to supercomb through our underwear drawers and are in possession of the super tools to do it.  You'll note their super secret courts have allowed them access.  We hear these secret courts and agencies with secret passkeys and biometric print entrances have mutual agenda to show off the little people's dirty laundry which makes this current movement more hypocritical than all movements past, movements that, looking back, did little to enhance life because anything conceived, plotted and acted out in secrecy has no chance of long term survival when exposed to the bright light of love and compassion.  You cannot cultivate Nature in darkness and expect it to thrive.  Whatever comes from the effort is stunted, twisted from last gasps to survive and fundamentally illegal by Natural Law, thus they keep their underwear search under wraps because God is always watching and God makes them paranoid.  IF what they are doing was good and right, trust me, they would not hide it, not our allegianced aliens.  And now as the grand result unfolds across the once glistening prairies, we are forced to ingest an upside down poisonous layer cake of alien defense bending over backwards and sideways to make wrong into right  I gotta tell you, guys, it can't last.  All illusions fall apart as we mature.  You are showing us the wormed fruit of false desire.  You don't have to be a weatherman to see which way the winds blows and we don't need no stinking secret program to do it either.


As I watch this parade of fools passing by, muscles flexing, jaws clacking, lockstep high steppers inebriated on cheap power, the banner wavers and philharmonics of great yawning black holes, I note many of our beautiful bredren hurt and confused.  This is not good.  You cannot abuse a nation this way, you cannot ground the people down into quivering blobs of GM jelly and expect a thriving, successful population to result.  Look at the stats.  All chartlines are dragging bottom, health, education, employment, science, industry, infrastructure, trust, etc.  Oh and while you look, look also at the violence spawned and multiplying unnatural disasters.


Back to Zimmerman.  Now just why was he, a man I've heard born with high-placed relations, acquitted?  Because his localized self-appointed vigilantism exemplifies the personality type encouraged and enamored by the ringed in fire, all-seeing eye of Sauron. All past deceits on his and his wife's part to conceal an internet-obtained "get out of jail free" card ... deleted from the record.  It was designed he would walk.  What's this guy really do for a living anyway?  And why was he speeding in Texas (Texas?) with a gun - after his vigilante gun was very pointedly not returned to him following the acquittal?  Note he got off with a warning.  Take a good look, this is, my friends, today's new patriot.  The alien's from no one knows where plaintive wail "Trayvon could have been me at seventeen" flatlines.  It could never have been him, his Mother was white. 


We could have been something great, something better at least than the greatest of the paranoid, the greatest of the failed and creative directors without equal, premier aides and abettors of planetary demise. 


It appears we come genetically from something similar to the children's barge, those young, present day Dicken's characters collared and shipped to somewhere else because no one knows what to do with wicked little orphans of the state, there are too many to support.  In the past, there were colonies available to absorb them such as Jamestown where the formerly imprisoned, mentally unfit and hopelessly undesirable could be delivered into self-survival.  The more entrepreneurial and paranoid among them took matters into their own hands.  Thus was born our rule of law, a centuries old manifest culled from the ranks of the most deviate predators, too incorrigible even for UK style 16th Century incarceration, mandating behaviors and ideals that keeps alive everything that should have been kept out.  They scorned, continuing to this day, the greatest opportunities of all time to wipe the slate clean.  We've never really recovered, the brief window of opportunity is sealed shut as our beleaguered Mother, unquestionably the purest and unerringly powerful force, the authentic truthteller lacking all illusion, the very engine that turns darkness into light, rises up to sweep clean the house of bad tidings, false gods, subterfuge, mayhem, malice, hypocrisy.

Present shock ...

Present Shock and the Loss of History and Context

Recognize the title?  Charles is the brilliant mind behind it.  I liked it so much, I've borrowed it.  It perfectly sums up the experience of these times more succinctly than anything I've seen.  Read that line again, maybe again and again, there is a long and tedious, alarming and prescient freight train of human catastrophe endlessly passing before us as we sit at the crossroads while bells clang, lights change from green to yellow to red and whistles scream Danger, Danger!  Each boxcar crunchlocked to its predecessor, each more incongruous than dreamed possible to the landscape they pass through daily, nightly, every crusty bolt, every surface upon and in between the corrugated tin smashtagged in day glow obliterating ownership logotypes so that no rust remains visible, ensuring no one has reason to suspect the panorama passing before them is forever doomed to the elements.

One might think they'd lost their way, if they knew the way to begin with, which many do not.  I'm constantly running into people who have no idea where they are going.  It looks like they know their way, but if you ask them for directions, you get, to begin with, a quizzical look.  I'm gettin' very tired of that, aren't you?  Charles' "Loss of History" became a reality because the memories of our train watching travelers are sponging incessant variations of experience, pleasure and pain complete with artful twists, victor after victor indulging his mortal vision, including the perverse persuasions of centuries old scribes, co-authors and copywriters, that actual history, those massive subjects of World Civilization and Ancient Geological History, going back as far as the human imagination extends, exists only to adopt and rearrange.  

I find the daily compounding disasters taking place globally to be in perfect keeping with Kali Yuga.  We knew it was coming on and now its everywhere at once.  It is impossible to say with certainty how many of the daily disasters come about through technology fatigue, reliance on automated systems. We know that nothing lasts, nothing, and we see the world's infrastructure coming apart without serious management programs and funding allocated for upkeep.  We see our land itself heaving, sinking, shrinking, burning, sliding, frying and when you see it you ask why is this?  We see the enrichment of evil, the smarmy contracts let to those who deserve it least and still the train keeps on a rollin'.  We see everything, us, the Earth, all life under God under brutal attack and we very often find ourselves unable to do anything meaningful to abate the increasing damage.  When we can find nothing meaningful to do to heal this situation, its easy to fall back into complacency because there is no encouragement to be on the side of good and right.  What we must do is find our own encouragement and act on it.  A group isn't the answer.  Groups are brought down through all the common weaknesses inherent in gathering - from diverse allegiances to infiltration to unaffordable, impossible to implement solutions.  Not enough like minds agree on exactly which problem or issue to tackle and the reason behind this is the secrecy shrouding every platform that requires transparency, as if there are merely a handful of problems and all we need to do is agree which particular one in which to devote our energies.  Addressing them ALL is beyond our means and beyond our capabilities.  Even agreement on the magnitude and timelines of these problems is up for debate.  And there are worse problems ahead, just as Kali Yuga arrived, on schedule, so will the problems of the near future.  Soon enough we will witness rising seas pushing inland the great coastal cities as metropolitan populations are told they will have to pay for the stilts and cassons and berms and seawalls themselves - which is saying "Save Yourself"- and happens to be the exact formula we've seen played out time after time in every country on the planet since corruption/irresponsibility and evil became the NWO norm.   Due to the historically sideways manner of revealing important climate, food, economic truths such as employment and healthcare, there will be many who will interpret the information casually as far off in the distant future or people who must by circumstance refuse to pay.  Many will not survive. 

In a disaster, there is no room for debate. It is nothing short of cruel, evil, stubborn insistence on false ideals based on allegiances that overrides the possibility anything can be saved now.  This is another area where my patience is running thin, I'm sure yours is too.  At this juncture in Present Shock, to begin explaining what has happened and how it happened is ridiculous.  If one has not noticed by now that which is impossible to miss, one will never notice.  The die is cast, "things" will take their course and our best hope for survival is to stay out of the way. 

I don't blog as frequently anymore because the information is there for all to see and interpret.  Brevity is the short answer due to the nature of our precarious situation, the clash of civilizations, the mass undoing of global humanity, unilateral species genocide, the very breath of air itself, the seas, the water, and now the maturation of the dumbed down unable to decipher the difference between vicious violence and compassion, don't be surprised if you see much smaller posts soon.  The long answer is unknown.  It may come to a combination of the two, short then long, etc.  I won't back out, its something I do and will continue doing, like painting which has taken higher priority for weeks lately. 

On a happier subject, be sure to visit the Trout Clan's regeneration efforts.  From the devastating fire wiping out their once beautiful property, out of the ashes comes the TEEPEE.  Praises!  Crushall!  It is beautiful indeed to see disaster overcome by the unstoppable forces of goodness, love, truth, solid dedication and authentic partnership in action. 

What I was saying in the paragraphs above the Trout's heartening news, is in no way to be taken that I condone ignoring the circus.  We are an integral part of that show, like it or not, and there are things we can do.  We can counter evil, hatred, stupidity, carelessness, lies, conservative and liberal prejudices and allegiances, deliberate cruelty, revenge, greed, illusions, personal rejections, etc., by simply being the natural person we are in our core, for once and forever casting out the loudmouth representative-self blathering platitudes.  ALWAYS making the effort to see whatever there is to be seen through eyes of understanding and compassion.   Spiritual evolution, especially the continuing growth of our own, is our battle strategy, our Zen simplicity accurately aimed with all activity a union between body, mind and heart in sync so we may exponentially improve our response to all that comes, now and directly ahead, is and has always been the only way to manage survival.  It has undoubtedly taken all of us uncountable lifetimes to realize this fact and in knowing this we must also know it will take further uncountable lifetimes to re-right the ship, if ever.  We have no choice but to be okay with that and live wisely with love, otherwise the cycle of return, for uncountable members of our bredren (and perhaps even ourselves) will never end.

Post title © CHS 2013

Phase II 2012 is over. Next?

Are you seeing any progress?  At this time, that which we feel is progress, although weakly discernible since we try hard to see "something" in order for it all not to have been an all-encompassing waste of a once good thing, is not progress acknowledged by the larger community, it takes a train you know, mountains must move, a violent punishing God must come down from the sky with his shepherds staff, breathing fire with bands of angels ripping off the masks and costumes, exposing the most intimate, naked fears of the paranoid human species.  God would herald the animals, the seas, the deserts and prairies, both poles, the foliage and his supreme natural system ensuring once and for all, they were understood to be his most pure, perfect creations, to be celebrated and treasured for they make his projects run smoothy.  Our progress levels seem  as slight acknowledgement of basic truth 101, there are many more advanced studies to be undertaken, it furthers one to cross the water.  Basic truth 102 is good, but Basics 103 gets a little slippery because of the commitment required to maintain previous understandings while the class ventures out of doors blindfolded.  One person wears the blind, the other leads the way.  That's the one where we are forced to abandon fear and embrace trust and can go very wrong if your trust has been misplaced.  Fortunately, with God, the coursework offers the solution which is to trust regardless because anyone reaching level 103 is already on the same page as you are. 


Are we waiting for God to visit?  Not hardly.  God is in us already, in the here and now.  This idea of a visiting deity, akin to political candidates' whistle-stops, is shared by many faux religions and  actually keeps God away, somewhere in a celestial palace, not available to stand on Earth and straighten out the turmoil in the way it appears to need, so it is that available self-serving rulers are appointed and reappointed,  telling us they do God's work, which they cannot as is plainly obvious, yet the fundies persist in this conundrum replete with erasing Mother's history to the point logic and sensibility of their motivation is distorted as always happens when someone starts from the wrong premise.  You cannot contemplate the Dharma without consciousness of that which was already here before mankind came along.  WE are not an original species, we are a sort of byproduct of Apes, Apes are a far more realized species in comparison.  We might have been their "services" sector because our dexterity proved capable of making tools and weaponry, but we were never decent helpers, always whining, grumbling, making deals behind the caves, cheating on the assignments, thinking our ways were better, that we were overall better beings than Apes, trading women in secret for the production of evermore skilled and creative offspring with which to overthrow the unpleasant circumstances of living without the luxuries the Apes seemingly enjoyed.  Man dearly desired to conquer his lowly status as sub-Ape and systematically, unknown to the Apes who bore him, fed him, gave him reason to be and the freedom to develop his skills, and began the long ascent (a descent) to rise above the arrangement.   This happened everywhere, almost simultaneously.  This era can be called the birth of human evil.  It was supplemented by a victory of sorts for Mankind so that he saw himself possessing great power over all.  Recall it began with an accidental hybrid who to this day has still NOT earned the trust of the Animal Kingdom. 


It is a cultivated occupatiom to let your mind travel and see where it goes.  As you throw in memories of your truth-time online, the story begins to evolve onto a nonfiction mystery which will take you, very often, to what it was that really went down.  As you know, one connection suddenly leads to another... and this "making of connections", be they local or far beyond the perimeter of your personal sphere, is the only kind of progress that ultimately matters.

* * *

In the process of thinking about trust, connections and progress, what we really need to talk about is fear in some of its most common manifestations.  For those of you who missed the comments on the last essay, you would not know we are speaking of the Fear of Being Real.  I will tell you right off, the more real you are the better your chances of survival anywhere, anytime.  Life is not a cakewalk, we were put here to suffer in order to understand suffering.  The Great Wall of Fear is one of the fundamentals of life, such as appendages and DNA.  Attempting to break through the wall is one of the, if not THE, most difficult things we can do.  There are quick ways to do it, but they are not as long lasting or life-impacting as doing it on your own without embellishments. Once you start however, even the smallest crack in the wall bears great fruit, call it beginner's luck.  It will encourage you to try it again and again because the jewels of self-knowedge lying inside and the pasture of Universal Plenty on the other side, patiently wait for you to reach them.  With each success you gleam brighter.  There are many who only go so far and quit, thinking they've figured out all they need to get around it, fearing huge losses resulting from coming clean with themselves, their enablers and their followers also locked in lies.  It is the Great Wall of Fear after all and it is fearsome indeed, those who don't make it would be the masses hard-wired into elaborate systems of false belief.   An example would be that of someone who basically portrays themselves to themselves, and others, in the context of full-spectrum fabrication, 24/7.  Do you know anyone like that?  Although some people who have the most to fear will sometimes make the breakthrough, this rare occurrence happens only because living a lie-filled life includes a suffering that in its most unbearable moments overwhelms them, then compels them to seek another way of existence. 


Some Top Fears in no particular order:

being unloved
loss of shelter
escalating the potential for violence
appearing stupid
being needy, hungry
loss of credibility
perceived as sloppy and careless
chosen to be an accidental enemy
penury
abuse
loneliness
being unjustly taken advantage of

And those are just common fears, not mine, maybe some were a long time ago, but fears I have witnessed over the recent past often enough to note these particular fears are usually the root behind otherwise inexplicable behavior.  I'll be interested in hearing your lists.  Some might interpret these fears as being mostly without physical pain, but the pain of suffering encompasses physical and intellectual pain, it can and will kill and/or destroy lives and create medical conditions often matching one's "worst" fear. The fear experienced typically in wanting to speak the truth but do not for fear listeners will discredit you and never again take you seriously is RAMPANT.  It stings in your body, knots the gut.  That kind of fear, BTW, is taught in kindergarten or earlier should one be so unfortunate as to be a product of abusive parenting.  The way to break through that is to forgive and move on, carrying with you the lessons of support and compassion.  When you examine the root, you are bringing fear to its logical dead end.  The problem is in the examination, we must be motivated to uncover what fear tells us.  Remember that every seemingly chaotic and cloudy event is fear based.  Imagine multiples of fears cascading upon you all at once, there are people who love this state and others who will not tolerate it, seeing though the veils and incessantly backtracking for the cause.  It is always startling to discover how routinely those fears listed above show themselves.  Before 2012, of course we saw them, but in 2011 and further back, they were not nearly as stark as today, in the urban global marketplace where life depends on creative survival in spite of fear.


Large numbers of city dwellers are walking around with invisible bandaids over their fears instead of facing them.  This is why wherever you have to go within a city, you are met with vast sinkholes absent human contact, the silent self of the stranger recoils from risking a glimpse of you in all your truth, as you find you are attempting to interact with a robot quoting from the employees manual.  Nothing in these exchanges have any truth to them other than "yes" or "no".  This means whenever we must be present in an urban setting for whatever reason it is within the quality of a movie, perhaps They Live, Wall Street, Death of a Salesman or Glengarry Glen Ross, a.k.a. "no one is home", because they are lost in their steamertrunk of fears, making it nearly impossible for you to accomplish whatever seemingly simple task you went there to achieve.  The truth is never the fantasy.


It also means whenever you are among friends, it can be guaranteed some or one will fear your straightforward no-nonsense approach which unfortunately can sometimes translate into seeing your views rather unsymathetically.  That usually happens among the kind who always have to be right as their drug of chioice - of which there are as many as there are psychopathies to hide them.  Our recent favorite lesson stands: They-want-it-that-way.  Well, fine, but the unconscious emotional trauma brought on by fear is a killer leaving untold collateral damage in its wake.   Once it is clear to you that you are perceived as an enemy to the robot, which you cannot help but be - since your very presence brings up unconscious fears, intimdation, foreboding, suspicions, it is best to use simple, clear sentences and leave quickly.  It is likely you have nothing at all to do with somone else's baggage, so be kind, be geniune and brief. 


Afterwards, when you are far away, back in your own comfort zone, you might feel sad their lives were lost while they were still living.  I blame these fears on childhood abuse and/or a childhood surrounded with the same fears we are talking about, as if the child sponge fully absorbed those very same fears squeezing the life out of the adults even before the child was able to name sunshine and rain.  I've heard it happens in the womb or for that matter in conception.  Think about it.  Work to overcome it.


Related:  Visible Origami:
"... What is going on? What is going on? What is not going on? Why do we walk around massive lies that we know to be massive lies and are indifferent to this? Why do we carry the truth around with us and are indifferent to it? Fear plays a great part in all of this. We fear exposing the existence of the lies to ourselves. ..."
 

never ending appetites for self-destruction

Was there ever a more perfect metaphor for the crumbling state of the Union than the coming demise of the  twinkie?  You have to wonder how many lives have been destroyed by the weaponry of unconquerable addictions, how many grossly overweight waddlers ballooned to their present heft by indulging themselves and their offspring's lunchboxes in high calorie, zero nutrition snackpacks, courtesy of the towering Ho-stess shelf apparently mandatory in every superbox regional servicing unit.  Just today we heard in rather sideways whispers, twinkie codone may not actually disappear, leading us to ask which investment fund headed by which overfed butterball will scarf up its profitability and keep the Union's scales squashed in favor of bloat while laying off the thousands of cake machine operators and whipped creme stuffers and chocolate corn syrup spreaders' assembly lines or the shrink wrap guys and the sell by date stamping ladies.  This might be a good investment for the bane of our existence aka Romney's bane of his laughing campaign. Bain. They say he laughs too much. It is surreal isn't it, how the candidates campaigning for jobs creation only create fear and loathing while dissing each other, it is as if the dirtiest, slimiest smears win fame and increased fortune always at the expense of others who just want to be free of interference and left alone.  And isn't it amazing any addiction at all spawns mammoth fix-it industries only to fail nearly every addict who manages to come up with the means for assistance?  You ever wonder how such giant wads of dough spent on dirty mouth campaigning and false fixes could be put to better use?  My gawd ...

They make lots of jokes, but no one is laughing, because the joke is, as usual, on us.  While I was shaking my head in abject dismay over the primaries, while Abu Ghraib rose up from the zombie crypt to dribble the golden shower upon dead men smashed into smitheens, while trying to read all the blogs on my sidebar and divert my anguish, I happened upon Visible's most recent Origami post.  Uhhhh, man....  what else is there to say?  My first instinct is to take everyone lost in love's misery into my arms, hug you and explain a few facts of life that are unfortunately best learned though self-discovery, sorry. 

I want to say I'm glad someone broke the ice on a subject we've never really examined here and yet it is the one thing over which we actually have some control.  I will also say pairing off works for awhile for most of us and then it doesn't.  God bless the child who finds his lifetime lover.  Let's definitely acknowledge them because they live a different life from you and me and from where we stand it sure looks like paradise.   All our lives we strive to achieve that kind of love and very, very few find it.  I wouldn't pay too much attention to the statistics for lifelong partnerships, it is my observation most of them are not exactly living in the mutual bliss we would imagine, although statistics stating otherwise occasionally appear proving mostly what the statistician was paid to calculate, Fukushima being just one example of implausible figures. 

It seems that when our pairings begin to show cracks, we do the worst things possible, ignore them until it physically hurts and then we go about applying patches until they come off exposing our bleeding confusion and then we fantasize about moving on, picturing a future with someone somehow more sympathetic to whatever sympathies we require be met. The whole picture reminds me of a grade school science film where cells move around in the bloodstream.  They bunch up, some break away from the group and keep moving, some few are stuck together for the duration of the flow.  Remember that?  Now enlarge it to include the physical bodies of human beings and there you have it, we are Nature and it is only right that our behavior is based in Nature.  This means ultimately, most of us won't be satisfied for long performing behaviors that are not suited to our own natures.  Our inside person has goals of its own and to ignore them or suppress them, even in the face of certain self-defeat, because in your heart you know you cannot change the downward course you are traveling, it is more self-defeating to try to make something work that is not naturally designed to work for you forever.  This "game" we play with ourselves has multitudes of applications, and all of them are metaphors for the external experience on this journey.  Look at Globalism and the global enthusiasts, it doesn't work and yet, they cling to the plan in full denial exactly as this nation clings to its failed energy policy.  It is the same with Climate Change, the legal system, foreign policy, etc.

Lately, I am of a mind that oneness, being alone, is the solution to the lifelong dilemma of pairing.  We are all going to be alone in time anyway, alone in death, alone in our minds, as we've always been alone in our innermost thoughts, and it is those innermost thoughts that drive us towards anything worthwhile, healthy and beneficial, to ourselves and especially to others.  If we did not have the capacity to hear this voice, our very survival as a species would immediately dissolve. In this economy, living alone is a luxury few can afford and there is certainly a great argument for doubling up while making ends meet, but again, it is a rare friendship living under one roof that can balance it peaceably for very long because we are, after all, critical thinking individuals with long-established requirements for just how our lives are to be lived.  It is the reason communes didn't work very well.  There is always someone with a surprisingly rigid mindset, then go with the flow flys out the window as incessant interference grates and sets limits, building fences around what can and cannot be undertaken or discussed rationally without the reliving of historical hurts distorting whatever was the original intent.

We are, if nothing else, bundles of unconscious memories constantly reminding our unconscious selves of our  lifetime total of hard-learned lessons.  All of our interactions with others are based on childhood patterns designed for self-protection which for the most part, are not recognized easily.  That is why loss in love hurts us intensely, it can make you feel crazy, it makes some people suffer so badly they act out in ways they would never do otherwise, you can even say that kind of pain is the last gasp of a dying dream into which you invested the deepest, purest parts of yourself thinking all along you were finally a part of something real, something you were trained to desire as confirmation of personal worth as far back as early adolescence, when all the while it was merely a mutual physical illusion that a manufactured false desire bore reality, the probability of impossibility would not be yours, self actualization loomed.

The truth is the ideal of romantic love is pounded into our psyche from birth, adopted and capitalized on by savvy marketeers for an expanding variety of very profitable entertainment industries.  We buy into all of it before our minds are formed and are bombarded by the fantasy from every direction, intensifying especially during the normal hormonal phase vital for procreation of the species, hitting us in so many snarky ways I won't bother to mention them, but be assured, no one escapes. 

We could avoid the tragedy in a parting of the ways by simply playing musical chairs until the music stops and then start over again.  There are lots of nice, bright people out there who would love to get to know us better.  I can personally vouch for that having traveled often and far.  Occasionally, I've found myself feeling like a mail order bride, yes, there really are many eager and lonely people oblivious to the sham of pairing off as the last answer to their suffering of the spirit.  Oh, they bunch up, feel wonderful for awhile until the very natural human flaws of the involved begin to show and then others, outsiders, gradually command their attention as "Hey, wow, there's the real answer" and the music starts all over again.  However, that band does not play for eternity.  And for more people than is acknowledged, the band doesn't play at all.  What does this tell you?

As far as I know, there is only One Love.  It is compassionate love, it knows nothing of spite or of holding secrets or half truths or complete fabrications or petty deceits or vengeance behind the curtain, it just IS and cannot be distorted into anything other than what it is.  When you accept it as it is without the malarky there is no pain.  You know it when you meet it, you know it when its in you and you can recognize its absence clearly if you listen to what your innermost voice has to say.  And to listen well, you  need silence, time and harmony with your surroundings.  You already have all the answers, they just need you to understand them.

There is nothing wrong with Nature, there is nothing wrong with us.  We are stripmined just as Nature is stripmined, our feelings are a spectacular resource and like everything else in today's extreme world, very little stands the test of time being based on vanity and illusion.  When you really get it, and I mean when you are so completely solid with your own spirituality, you do not need the opinions of anyone else to assure you that you are worthy of love because you love yourself already with the same forthright compassion you love others.

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.

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.

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.

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.

*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.