Recent Timelines of A, B, AB and Us.

It is not so much as frightening, not necessarily confusing either, but very much in keeping with what many Boomers - those that experienced that particular period of time, that state of mind, when things were different, you know the time I am speaking of - envisioned happening given enough time, latitude and perversity encouraged by imitation, for whatever reasons imitation exists inside Present Shock. And here we are at last, full on, off the wall, it is what it is and looks like and it isn't going to reverse itself anytime soon.  As long as the Human Race continues to trample overboard through the Mothership's carrying capacity, conscience be damned, the changes will continue to accelerate exponentially into 24/7, 3-D dystopian Ice 9 extreme planetary and thus, Solar catastrophy. The media's role in all of this is that of soap opera producers egged on by their Bond Holders.  I have previously suggested in a variety of ways if there were not two species, identical in body, appearance and commonly accepted speech and to date, as usual, we've talked about other concerns as we have always done.  There are always other concerns and then there are immediate concerns.  This is because we are rational people who gradually became enured to the state of affairs sitting over the land like a hungry Black Hole.  In spite of how freaky it gets, we have our lives to live, however we live them, as true and honest, loving beings. 

Early on, I developed an ability to tune it out.  This was because I was the eldest of my siblings, i.e.; somewhat more free to explore the territories beyond those native to suburban sectors. Naturally, I took advantage of that limited freedom to experience a broader view of life in the same way I encourage world travel as often as possible in this lifetime. Really, who wouldn't? Perhaps this apparently huge group of Trump supporters might not. Like the thugs and firebrands.  Did you realize there were actually so many of them?  In cities, too, my friends, places where you would not think you'd normally meet up with them.  They are certainly not on the fringes anymore.  The rednecks' backwoods must have profited greatly from removing trees and encouraging development, eventually allowing it to meet up with major urban centers where caucuses and primaries are held.  All their philosophically cloned children cut a beeline to the cities and kept their ingrained mindsets, points of view, unfounded prejudices and friendships close.  There is a staggering number of them, the gleeful Wizards framing the Great Illusion surely know this as well as their markets.   They have tailored civilization to suit the common man's limited capacity to look beyond himself and his situation, which is, by the way, Jack London's point in To Build a Fire.

"... But all this—the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all—made no impression on the man. It was not because he was long used to it. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood for a bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. That there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head. ..."

It is my observation their numbers can only grow.  As the same time of course, so do ours.  Imagine how well that works out.  We see it multiple times every single day.

There is and always has been, I am sure, plenty of interspecies mingling which never turns out well according to the soap opera production personhoods.  Many seemingly perfect relationships dissolve in disaster because these jack-in-the-box pairings were destined from the start never to be.  In the beginning,  A types actually admire many of Bs' qualities, qualities that A lacks and vice versa.  Over time, it comes out, of course, that A realizes B is not perfectly suited for A's life plan.  Then its over and a new path is taken.  Often, they repeat themselves over and over almost as if a violent Karmic Plan was playing out.

And while all these As, Bs and ABs carry out their Karmic debt, it runs counter to ours.  A very small portion of it is convenient for us and we take advantage of what they offer from time to time, in the process of habit which against your purer self, eventually develops, seemingly impossibly, while nothing is done to bring the great spinning Ferris Wheel to a halt or even slow it down, inertia has taken over and we are simply you and me, reeds in the wind and yes, in the way, unless we yes-man the processes. 

I extend my gratitude to all who visit and comment.  I do truly love the friends that take the time to leave their thoughts all of which taken together have created our outlying island.  We have been doing this for a long time, the era has been an unanticipated joy in multiple ways and occasions. I won't ever stop posting, although as you know, life has a way of putting you in different places for awhile, but I've noticed we always return to this interesting and much needed style of communication.  I take you very seriously and have a personal law to never let my friends down.  Life is holy.

summer gangbuster

Yes, there will always be disasters, as we have witnessed via LCD, multiple disasters sprinkled liberally throughout the extremes of this angered weather year, this year of revelation. Riveting disasters which required round the clock reporting and reading.  I thought it was strange, as mentioned in my last post.  It was the number of victims and smearing of those whom bore the misfortune of having hosted disaster when taken together, appeared as a commonality.  Summer, I refer to only two seasons anymore, hot and cold, summer - hot - certainly holds an interesting turn of sizzling events and that would be, of course, ISIS, let's add a CR before the ISIS. 

A list of the events that stand out:
Ukraine/EU/Russia and uh, us. (included as a semi-umbrella crisis)
Turkish Mine disaster
The Nigerian schoolgirls
Korean students ferry capsized
Flight MH370

And now, ISIS.  As if all the other disasters were a lead up to this one.  Make no mistake, we are in OrwellLand at this point. 

Media is reeling with speculation.  If speculation is your thing, then its a beggar's banquet, I prefer not to speculate, I prefer to absorb.  When we speculate we are guilty of passing paranoid judgement on events over which we are not physically present.  Opinions are not speculation.  Speculation is just the traveling carnies' sideshow, they're not going to part with their Kewpie dolls. 

While we are so occupied with the Karmic twists, as is desired, we won't notice the Earth is in collapse.  That buys time to launch the carbon observatory satellite and then, they too, will have perhaps something that by all means natural should override ISIS, but ... probably  not.  There are more immediate fortunes to be made from war and resource extraction.  Although economically, nations showing less carbon levels will be eager to emulate western mistakes and bring it on just to the very tip of allowed levels.  

the sliming

Is it not strange to you how there has been a recent cluster of three riveting global disasters, not including the warring separatists and all that symbolizes and portends, with losses in similar numbers, MH370/Malaysia, stolen Nigerian schoolgirls and the sinking of the South Korean ferry ... the numbers of losses change as some have managed escape and dependent on who is doing the reporting, however, they range in the 200 to 300 figure.
UPDATE: Add the Turkish Miners burned to death underground...which presents to us now as a quartetto of riveting global disasters which very nearly if not exactly, are running along at about one x per week.  Ahem ...Oh and the Nigerian schoolgirls have not been found at this writing.  Why is that?  Its not, please tell me its not, its not that which we already know.  A tiny festering sore ignored because energy is getting expensive just like everything throughout civilization is running out.  Slip Sliding Away.  Change soon come, my Spars.
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I am not going to get into the details, all who are reading here at this moment cannot help but absorb international headlines. The trinity  quartet of three four human crises in a row feels other worldly.  It feels like whatever the truth is concerning the cause of each disaster and the actions that led to them, won't ever be known, but generalized in a manner that makes it easy for western peoples to file under Backward with a sub folder of Corrupt and go on to a new tab.


I would like to note in addition to the publicly available data, the media, perhaps to keep these stories live and continue collecting revenue, seem to over emphasize, actually relish, the local backwards handling of these three disasters within each respective country.

 The Message?

In each case, great dishonor has been done to those who acted as they only knew how to act.  After all, when decent human beings are face to face with certain death, do the rules any longer apply?  Instead they are slammed to the wall.  As if anything less than the highest tech, Snowdenized drone militia could have possibly saved everything that happened from happening at all, as if, for example, Nigeria's shores had not already been helplessly shackled by Black Gold under the land where their people arrived into this very world.  They live differently than we do in every way you can and can not possibly imagine. Each country has its own operational style and culture.  How they accomplish what they must is on a very different timetable than ours, certainly under our extended Present Shock. Where does this come-lately, comic book journalism get the hutzpah to brazenly speculate, insinuating blame and fault, when blame and fault always serves to worsen any crisis?  Subterfuge shortly becomes its own crisis.  That would mean more news. More billboarding.  More pop ups on the highways of our trip.  More of everything that makes us what we are perceived as being. Slick badasses with the word.  And that word is money.  The manual: How to Covertly Create Subservience.


We are to think only WE~tikos, yea!, are the only intelligent life form on the planet.  Why, only Vampires and Cannibals always do everything necessary and also, are always right AND in a timely fashion!  Must we remind them of the Bush Brownie Chertoff debacle of Katrina?  Yes, Mr, Chertoff told the nation he read about it in the Saturday morning paper over coffee while bodies were floating upside down in the streets of New Orleans.  And then there was that early news clip following 911, if I recall correctly, immediately following the goat book reading, Bush was reported to have flown around aimlessly in AF1 eating ice cream before deciding to hang out at (safe, comfortably distracting) Warren's crib. 

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

Suspicious Minds

Let's talk about chemtrails. What do we really know about them?  To date, they remain an unmentionable item on the political/media/electoral agenda.  What are they and how many trillions are spent on their production?  We've read they are made up of barium and aluminum, barium makes us glow and eating foods cooked in aluminum pans gives us Alzheimer's.  Wouldn't that make chemtrail victim populations incredibly easy to find in the dark or locate on some interested somebody's scanner anytime as confused and disoriented wanderers?

That would be one way to view chemtrails.  There are other ways and none of them speak well for the massive effort expended.

I've been seeing this sky weirdness in so many far apart geographies for so many years, I've come to some conclusions. Wait, let me express that more accurately to fit in with the exponentially negative aura of these times. While I know nothing, I-harbor-suspicions.  Surely that makes me one in five US citizens suffering from untreated mental illness as calculated by a 2010 government survey.  Regardless, my suspicions are not without cause. Some of the more popular American newspapers used to inadvertently show huge color photos of chemtrails crisscrossing in the background while photographically profiling some up and coming European literary or film figure, the usual full page filler for their glossy Sunday magazines.  They seem to be covering their errors now, maybe there were queries and you know, queries about chemtrails are never answered or not even responded to with anything resembling a humble admission of ignorance or guilt by association via inside information.  But I saw it, and what I saw was confirmation chemtrails are littering the skies of the whole of the western world.  I have not been to the Middle East recently, so I can't say if they have chemtrails there, but if you have seen it up close or seen any unaltered photos of their skies showing chemtrails, I'd like to hear about it.

We are going into the third decade of chemtrail awareness and in all those years I have never had a satisfactory response from any professional corner,  (such as pilots, who should or would know, unless they have no idea what they are doing and it was intentionally left out of the training video games) other than patronizing assurance the phenomena is just contrails.  Ah, right, okay.  One fine afternoon while under seige, we went out to the highest peak in greater socal for sincere study and met some authentic pilots also watching who blew us off as lefty hippies for our concerns as the sky grew white with ball-fringed stripes and rainbow oilys shining through the scribble scrabble of duelling joysticks imitating NASCAR favorites vying for top gun. You can see when its quittin' time by the quit-trail, zigging, zagging, looping and jerking in Mad Mouse roller coaster twists on their way back to the base for a Bud.

Here is what is most obvious, aka, the prime suspect:  The weather around here is generally lovely, so that whenever our graduated Cerulean Blue skies are deflowered, I've come to anticipate foul weather within 24 hours, more or less.  Some things really are learned through the simple observations of simple people, for example, people who have spent a lifetime sailing the open waters where sensitivity to the elements takes precedence over the charted course, in this case the habitual siege on the heavens rather accurately portends high winds, heavy rains, overcast skies, often hail and snow and not always at the time of year you would expect. 

This might mean we have not had real weather, natural weather, classically seasonal weather for a long time, say the amount of time Big Ag has slurped a lot more water than is available to grow their pesticide generating, bee killing crops.  Lately, with the predictability of sprayings followed by weather disturbances, I'm trying to recall how long ago we might have seen natural weather at all.  Maybe, if the thirsty personhoods pay full price and power is appropriately convinced of need, pilots are enlisted to work through the night since there are often nights the Milky Way is obscured with crazy zigzags - in which case, first light carries obliterating see nothing - know nothing fogs followed by news coverage of 40 vehicle pileups on major interstates because commuters refuse to take the hint in the mindless rush to beat the clock.

Weather prediction sites appear to be in on the situation as if they receive transmissions stating what to tell their visitors.  They are not always correct, in fact, most are off the mark by many hours sometimes missing events completely.   This could be because rigged weather is in BETA, still developing, not refined enough yet to smack the mark on target, except for rain.  Rain never misses, they may miss the hour it will start, but it always shows up somewhere on the designated day.

I don't like looking at chemtrails, I've always had a bad feeling about them, the reason being the high potential we are witnessing the ongoing anthropogenic battle for control of Nature. It bothers me to see something so obvious be ignored and denied. They illustrate perfectly for all to see, the vast void of respect westernized humanity bears toward the natural world preferring to throw its full support into a broken system.  And chemtrails are ugly, far too Jackson Pollack binging on jet fuel for my taste.

We knew they wanted to control the weather and made some promise they would own it by 2012.  Since then we've seen or experienced first hand incredible so-called natural disasters wiping out huge populations in nearly every country on the global map.  Some people think HAARP is responsible, it may be or may not be, how would we know and how would we prove it?  And if it was proven that weather IS controlled, owning not only egregious weapons of unnatural natural disaster, resulting in horrific floods, mudslides, epidemics and famine, why not go for the whole package including tornados, rain, hail, snow and freak fogs?   And why not eliminate unprofitable, uncooperative regions by erasing them with killer drought where wildland fires gobble everything in their path followed by loss of livelyhoods putting more and fatter rolls of bills in the bottomless pockets of Big Ag and industries rebuilding shattered infrastructure? This can only worsen as the planet caves in under the weight and twists of overpopulation. "Life begins at fertilization ..."  A statement that somehow never applies to any species other than human.  

Further, considering that we now have two Ozone holes, over the Artic and the Antarctic poles, there exists the unpleasant possibility the only natural weather humans will ever again see exists on other planets.  The desire to possess the weather at all is illogical, so absurd there is no category in the system's verbose Diagnostic Manual to cover it, thus it walks free to smear its carnage upon defenseless twinkie addicts who refuse to pay attention and don't really care if there is anything else happening anywhere around them unless they are busted for one or more inane legal infractions and have to come up with bail. If they know anything, they know twinkies are not available on Big Ag's chain gangs.

Some of these disasters are not specifically weather-related such as oil spills although the aftermath is the same, Iraq and Katrina are but two examples.  Whatever the target, whatever the weapon, the results tell you everything you'd want to know, if you want to know, just so there is no confusion about the stunningly advanced state of the State.

There is another part of this that is particularly tragic in addition to all the tragedy owning the weather manufactures and that is of the grocery clerks and errand boys carrying out their orders.  PSTD anyone?  CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW YOU WOULD FEEL in your effort to please the boss knowing all the while you flew around for years with Evil as your co-pilot?

Well, what do I know anyway, I'm just another little person slave like so many others, trying to make sense of it, plodding along under darkening clouds.   This set of theories presented does not mean climate change does or does not command star billing in the ubiquity of the chemtrail which leaves our door wide open for additional thoughts on the matter and should you have something to share, do feel free.  A few weeks ago I mentioned in a comment that if what is happening to the sky's palette was good, beneficial to humanity or healthy and logical and worthwhile, we would have heard about it long ago.  The PR would be read, heard, tweeted, televised, trumpeted from sea to shining sea. But instead  we are not to know, at least not now.

Why - is - that?

Perhaps drastic climate change has been well underway long enough for chemtrails to be the final solution to salvaging impossibly unlimited growth?  Note the continuing mania over the markets' rise and fall, the lack of interest in trains, the never ending wars creating new extremes in empire expansion, the general lack of interest in geologic proof the glaciers are melting, the shorelines receding, etc.

On the other hand, and exactly as that grade school science film mentioned in our last post exemplifies,

... 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. ...

Everything is always in a state of change, living or dead, which is cool, it is right and it is real, a state to be survived with durability, creativity and imagination, not resisted, denied, feared, manipulated and made false in a pretense of invisibility.

*****

Missing Etta James.  See you again stomping gospel R&B one of these days in Heavenly Heaven.  Bon Voyage and party up.  May all that love you lacked in childhood surround you for the next 30,000 years in the Human Realm.

Not missing Jo-pa whose dye job at age eighty-four shows us vanity took precedence over his unique position to make right predatorial wrong.