It was easily three weeks ago I was doing my usual, walking the Hound. It was an extended period of multiple tests, one after another, coinciding with each other, piling on one another, you might be experiencing the same thing, my mind stretched grid-like in the demonstrations arising, working out the balancing act required to meet each one, confidently, making the most of each as they were presented and recognized for what they were. The Hound snatched something nasty from the bushes at night and whomped it down before I could inspect. He became ill, of course. In the course of getting him to the vet, the rockbuggy would have to be charged and a new starter meant getting to the car guy. These are classic everyday tests we experience in overpopulation, nothing is as it would be today if only ... You may have noticed these tests come in bunches. Certainly someone, or one key element, along the chain of multiple tasks required would flake and more, each test required it be done correctly in order to proceed to the next. As soon as it came to me the combination of dog, vet and auto mechanic was a test and the scenery and cast were all part of the demonstration, all doubt vanished. And still, I barely know my way around in this place. Driving around is always a sort of hunt and peck affair, but its small here in my quadrant and with enough time, you can reach whatever destination you want. I was up to the challenge. As a person who has lived jungle and rural for half of their life, to find my way around a complicated maze of ramps and overpasses in that special searching style explains my lack of interest in knowing where anything else is located, with the exception of what it is I want to find within every sector of post NWO structures, or would that be Neo-NWO, whale-gulping our Mother's resources in every skinflint shape and flavor. I refused the GPS app for a similar reason, why do we need this shit? GPS addicts tell me how fabulous and convenient are these talking beltway devices, but they should know better by now. I would take offense, if such a thing were possible, except I can't be offended by not being interested in mass consumer hypnotics to quiet the methane-belching cattle.
There are some days or nights or both that run by us magically in their perfection. Its as if you were looking at a tapestry of the hours woven as it happens, where the yarns, blending colors and weave explain it all in seamless mesh, as one activity naturally leads to another, each demonstration sweetly paves the way into the middle of the next. The Pup is cool now thanks to his vet who did what I wanted her to do and relinquished her own plan for dog te$ting and just handed over the goodies. I'd done my homework online. The rockbuggy took us there because 1) I got an unexpectedly easy charge for the battery, and 2) the car guy did his replacement at the speed of, heh, light.
There's more, two beat up strays were hanging around the 'hood during this same period. You could see they'd had it rough and for a long time. Various neighbors were leaving out food and water, but not taking them in. It was pretty cold too. I worried about their nights, under bushes, escaping the MAN, but the way they were roaming around the houses after dark said they were hungry, tired of exposure to the elements and in need of family. My own pup was worried too. For him, the message was loud and clear. I called a friend who has adoption connections and was told if I could bring them to her, she would get them medical attention. Ah ... the test took a sudden turn. I'll save some space here and just mention they now live permanently in a nice big heavily-fenced house with dog door, huge backyard and pool and are brushed, bathed and putting on weight, best of all, they are cherished. You might think I denied them their freedom, but the city kill shelter is reportedly worse than Abu Graib. The same people who would call the dogcatcher, and there are multitudes of them, are the same patriotic Roundup Ready racist fringe who are devoted to their version of cleanliness is Godliness.
The list of tests goes on, those I mentioned were important, but apparently not final. The tests are actually life, why we are here. Sometimes, a test will appear as minor, the reason for that is to gauge your ability to acknowledge they are tests. To use a TAO-like balancing example, without awareness of what it is that is taking place on a higher level, there is no understanding at all, i.e.; ignorance. Further, failing a challenge that you arranged, attaches itself to your core, negatively, from negativity into certain defeat and self pity.
An interesting test is giving small sums, if it is done compassionately, without expectation of reward such as currying favor or calculating return, there is no element of debt which changes everything that the recipient was preparing himself to feel badly about in advance of asking for what it was he needed. There is a beautiful Universe that exists where expectation and anticipation, rewards and dishonor are erased from the activity. There is no hypocrisy, no building of pre- and post-fabricated animosity. It can be for some a very difficult test especially in overpopulation, everyone you know running short of funds and thus quickly friendless, rampant corruption all around and the fear of being labeled with trash nicknames behind their backs. It works both ways when done wrong, the giver is a sucker and the taker is a deadbeat.
I well remember being so crazy hungry I actually called home collect, thousands of miles away, to beg, and looked down at the Lower East Side street beneath my bare feet before the call connected and staring back at me was a twenty lying on the pavement. In terms of demonstrations and tests, the message was clear and it was multipart on numerous levels, all of them corrections and lasting lessons. None of them forgotten to this day, especially the part about the futility of dwelling so intensely on fear of the future. Given awareness, all works out as it was designed.
Just because I am posting about beautiful things such as tests in no way negates the egregious, bloody happenings "out there". The time has arrived to make serious plans to secure a more survivable future. As a reminder, I am reposting Scrapwood's contribution of T'ao Ch'ien's After Liu Ch'ai-Sang's Poem ...
I'd long felt these mountains and lakes
beckoning, and wouldn't have thought twice,
but my family and friends couldn't bear
talk of living apart. Then one lucky day
a strange feeling came over me, and I left,
walking-stick in hand, for my western farm.
No one was going back home: on those outland
roads, farm after farm lay in empty ruins,
but our thatch hut's already good as ever,
and you'd think our new fields had been
tended for years. When valley winds turn
cold, spring wine eases hunger and work,
and though it isn't strong, just baby-girl
wine, it's better than nothing for worry.
Distant -- as months and years pass away here,
the bustling world's racket grows distant.
Plowing and weaving provide all we use.
Who needs anything more?
Away, ever away into this hundred-year life and
beyond, my story and I vanish together like this.
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Friday, June 29, 2012
The Confluence Comes Home
May your noses always sniff out evil.
Let us revisit overpopulation today. Survival Acres has a new post up that requires our attention. Do visit if you can clear the underbrush in your mind long enough to understand the immediacy of the situation. Clearing the mind is not exactly an easy accomplishment during the reelection dogfights, ah, such choiceless mockeries of mockeries, shams of shams, put them in the ring with the mopmen and pressing crowds in formal attire cheering for blood. Are these events even worthy of your attention? Oh please. I look at the past few hours being online as futile except for John's confirmation of what we already know and refused to voice, as stated earlier... We'd better get real and soon. Although, getting real isn't an effortless accomplishment either, humans have some weird optimism trigger that kicks on as worse turns to dire and dire turns to imminent. We've all experienced "the delay" in the face of disaster. For some few, it is extremely brief, for others, a "do anything other than act" sets in which shortly is nonverbally expressed as trust and faith someone else will save your ass.
I moved yet again a few weeks ago, thus the delay in getting up a new post. While it may be seen as a running from, actually it was a welcome relief to hang out with more welcoming, intelligent people, not that there is anything wrong with the desert crowd, but isolation serves to distort one's perspective on just about anything. Lesson learned: sharing is what its all about. I've been doing things I never would have done previously and these are things such as attending open air theater under the backdrop of illustrious Spring Mountain, shown above, and back-breaking weeding on the home landscape neglected for years due to typical citizens' daily routines of ten hour workdays and drive-in takeaway before supine exhaustion. The idea is to help where real help is needed. There is a swimming pool beneath the twelve foot high dandelion greens, which until recently formed a hanging jungle, all of which is gone now including dangerous dead undergrowth matted atop soil. I still have much to do so please bear with me for another few weeks. What is most amazing are the number of helicopters passing overhead. They pass by in parades succeeding one another by sometimes a mere sixty seconds. It goes on all day, probably at night too. These are not news helicopters, these are something else and I have no idea what they are doing yet I've seen them as far away as Hoover Dam which means they are further south and then who knows where else. I expect they will shortly turn into surveillance drones with trails conveniently blazed in advance of their arrival. You have to ask yourself, what is the point? Does illegal immigration matter anymore? It seems to have given nourishment to these insane cartels which I do not think our peeps can control geographically. Indeed, there is a long standing moral about this kind of activity, something about barn doors and horses escaping ...
Do we really need to be surveilled? Or is this whole effort a boon to the security/weapons industries in the way healthcare is a boon to mega-insurers? Considering the disaster rate, insurers could lose their pants immediately and live/breathe avoidance of payouts. Perhaps to counter further failure of global economies, they've been handed the medical/pharmaceutical industries as the lifeboat of all time to stay afloat in our stormy situation. And still more gilded life rings are passed around in spite of their obvious hastening of the planet's demise! Do you believe this? Is it even possible? I really do not want to accept this as truth. They are so off the wall in freely passing out destructive opportunities for financial gain they are either deaf, dumb and blind or they don't believe the very words out of their own mouths, like wooden dummies, seated on the knee of Satan, clucking sarcastically at the gullibility of the dirty unwashed, diseased, whining, broke and broken populations stuck into repetitive patterns of gimme gimme in all its indulgent guises.
The tragedy is to see it when it never should have happened and now it cannot be stopped. In 1963, forty-nine eventful years ago, my child self asked my mother if I could use her aerosol can of hairspray to which she replied, sighing, "Well, do what you want, its your world now." THEY KNEW THEN. And they know now. And they're never going to tell us either because mass chaos would ensue, the mass chaos that makes humanity the object of surveillance. Equally sad is the gross underestimation of humanities' inherent goodness. It is that part especially that stands out as you attempt to do something normal, something decent, like foodshopping or walking the dog, and you can't help but notice the fabric of society in vast disarray, everywhere, caring is for the stupid you know, you are supposed to be at home watching the stations' rotation of news casters, enjoying freecell on your cellphone and singling out those who are not in compliance with the program of delusion, instead of watching live scams go down block by block showing raw evidence of where the money is going and vanishing as some are obliviously unconcerned behind frescoed walls while others carry their domestic anguish into the street. It is my observation, money is always the root of all problems. It may not appear so, in fact it rarely will show itself, but look deeper. It refuses to be acknowledged because such a root would be so crass. When the means of exchange for goods and services turned into paper notes, our end was, from that moment on, written in the wind.
I certainly have enjoyed blogging with such a fine tribe of friends. I see no reason to stop just because we've been lied to, cheated out of the future, cheated in every which way, robbed, trashed, humiliated and scammed, carpet bagged and incarcerated from birth into perpetual falseness as lifetime clowns in sad face, lingering these last few years for the distant roar of the crowd, the GMO popcorn, the Lions, what is left of them, breaking from their master's whip to foist centuries of anger denied them upon the innocent and stupid as the seams burst from overcrowding while the news choppers tape it all for the six o'clock hour where disaster is just another breathless ploy to score ratings which attract paying sponsors.
Jah Guide - and be the good person that you are regardless of circumstance. Do the right thing every time. Blessings abound.
Let us revisit overpopulation today. Survival Acres has a new post up that requires our attention. Do visit if you can clear the underbrush in your mind long enough to understand the immediacy of the situation. Clearing the mind is not exactly an easy accomplishment during the reelection dogfights, ah, such choiceless mockeries of mockeries, shams of shams, put them in the ring with the mopmen and pressing crowds in formal attire cheering for blood. Are these events even worthy of your attention? Oh please. I look at the past few hours being online as futile except for John's confirmation of what we already know and refused to voice, as stated earlier... We'd better get real and soon. Although, getting real isn't an effortless accomplishment either, humans have some weird optimism trigger that kicks on as worse turns to dire and dire turns to imminent. We've all experienced "the delay" in the face of disaster. For some few, it is extremely brief, for others, a "do anything other than act" sets in which shortly is nonverbally expressed as trust and faith someone else will save your ass.
I moved yet again a few weeks ago, thus the delay in getting up a new post. While it may be seen as a running from, actually it was a welcome relief to hang out with more welcoming, intelligent people, not that there is anything wrong with the desert crowd, but isolation serves to distort one's perspective on just about anything. Lesson learned: sharing is what its all about. I've been doing things I never would have done previously and these are things such as attending open air theater under the backdrop of illustrious Spring Mountain, shown above, and back-breaking weeding on the home landscape neglected for years due to typical citizens' daily routines of ten hour workdays and drive-in takeaway before supine exhaustion. The idea is to help where real help is needed. There is a swimming pool beneath the twelve foot high dandelion greens, which until recently formed a hanging jungle, all of which is gone now including dangerous dead undergrowth matted atop soil. I still have much to do so please bear with me for another few weeks. What is most amazing are the number of helicopters passing overhead. They pass by in parades succeeding one another by sometimes a mere sixty seconds. It goes on all day, probably at night too. These are not news helicopters, these are something else and I have no idea what they are doing yet I've seen them as far away as Hoover Dam which means they are further south and then who knows where else. I expect they will shortly turn into surveillance drones with trails conveniently blazed in advance of their arrival. You have to ask yourself, what is the point? Does illegal immigration matter anymore? It seems to have given nourishment to these insane cartels which I do not think our peeps can control geographically. Indeed, there is a long standing moral about this kind of activity, something about barn doors and horses escaping ...
Do we really need to be surveilled? Or is this whole effort a boon to the security/weapons industries in the way healthcare is a boon to mega-insurers? Considering the disaster rate, insurers could lose their pants immediately and live/breathe avoidance of payouts. Perhaps to counter further failure of global economies, they've been handed the medical/pharmaceutical industries as the lifeboat of all time to stay afloat in our stormy situation. And still more gilded life rings are passed around in spite of their obvious hastening of the planet's demise! Do you believe this? Is it even possible? I really do not want to accept this as truth. They are so off the wall in freely passing out destructive opportunities for financial gain they are either deaf, dumb and blind or they don't believe the very words out of their own mouths, like wooden dummies, seated on the knee of Satan, clucking sarcastically at the gullibility of the dirty unwashed, diseased, whining, broke and broken populations stuck into repetitive patterns of gimme gimme in all its indulgent guises.
The tragedy is to see it when it never should have happened and now it cannot be stopped. In 1963, forty-nine eventful years ago, my child self asked my mother if I could use her aerosol can of hairspray to which she replied, sighing, "Well, do what you want, its your world now." THEY KNEW THEN. And they know now. And they're never going to tell us either because mass chaos would ensue, the mass chaos that makes humanity the object of surveillance. Equally sad is the gross underestimation of humanities' inherent goodness. It is that part especially that stands out as you attempt to do something normal, something decent, like foodshopping or walking the dog, and you can't help but notice the fabric of society in vast disarray, everywhere, caring is for the stupid you know, you are supposed to be at home watching the stations' rotation of news casters, enjoying freecell on your cellphone and singling out those who are not in compliance with the program of delusion, instead of watching live scams go down block by block showing raw evidence of where the money is going and vanishing as some are obliviously unconcerned behind frescoed walls while others carry their domestic anguish into the street. It is my observation, money is always the root of all problems. It may not appear so, in fact it rarely will show itself, but look deeper. It refuses to be acknowledged because such a root would be so crass. When the means of exchange for goods and services turned into paper notes, our end was, from that moment on, written in the wind.
I certainly have enjoyed blogging with such a fine tribe of friends. I see no reason to stop just because we've been lied to, cheated out of the future, cheated in every which way, robbed, trashed, humiliated and scammed, carpet bagged and incarcerated from birth into perpetual falseness as lifetime clowns in sad face, lingering these last few years for the distant roar of the crowd, the GMO popcorn, the Lions, what is left of them, breaking from their master's whip to foist centuries of anger denied them upon the innocent and stupid as the seams burst from overcrowding while the news choppers tape it all for the six o'clock hour where disaster is just another breathless ploy to score ratings which attract paying sponsors.
Jah Guide - and be the good person that you are regardless of circumstance. Do the right thing every time. Blessings abound.
Monday, May 28, 2012
7 billion x to the power of 7 billion
Welcome to the Dark Side where the boundary between moral and immoral, good and evil, is but a childhood game of pretend, having nothing in common with typical adult behaviors in this twenty-first century cage match called life.
You are aware, of course, of the Bell Curve visually representing the rise and decline of Peak oil. You would also then be aware of our position on the downside, sliding off peak and accelerating downhill, which naturally is the only way it would come about, through Newton's Law, even though nobody imagined it would really happen in quite the way it is happening today.
Here is the real problem that we face and here is its name, too many are locked into abject confusion about it since seldom in the human social arena is the root cause addressed for what it actually is, which is - Overpopulation. On one hand, speaking up, even quietly, places you into the usual Doomer-Paranoid-Schizophrenic categories while remaining silent is a compromise that won't lie down for long without unhinging your mental survival. Others are unconcerned, more than a few are just too stupid, most by far have no idea how severe the problem is while the problem, unaddressed, only worsens by the hour. Ah, hello, Mister Pope? Anybody home there? We've long passed unsustainable, we are peaked out, the signs screaming for attention and intentionally ignored in the face of economic growth by those whom you would think certainly know better. As long as the ego's needs are met, there is no problem.
The next time you find yourself sitting in traffic, take a good look at your surroundings, take note of the decals emblazoned in obese fonts with neon hues on westerners' windsheilds, "American Patriot", "I'm not a bitch, I'm THE Bitch" or the rednecks' fave, bin Laden pissing. These indicate a desperation to stand out among the writhing masses, wouldn't you say, a loneliness so severe that attention is drawn by means of annoying hapless passersby? You might also say its obvious they have no identity anymore (if they ever had any to begin with) and obscene decals are the best they could scrabble together in saying "I am alive, look at me, I count dammit!"
The noise and overamped illusions slam into our lives and lifestyles in competitive proportion to the ignorance, people who are capable of intellectual reasoning cannot help but question their sanity and in the questioning resort to resolve their discomfort and alienation through layers of complex adjustment which does nothing at all seriously effective towards any solution. Can it be the clock has already run out? It very well may be too late. Consider your personal experience in this new world before further shrugging. If the agenda of the CFR is curbing overpopulation, and we do not know if it is or is not, and if it is, how intense an effort is put forth, they are doing everyone including themselves a humiliating disservice by not fully disclosing the fundamentals in full required to reign in over-breeding.
The situation concerns us, must we remind you, without us, you have nothing.
Considering we are all united, (simply being alive together at this strange time is uniting in itself) from blades of grass to cleverly dexterous, manipulative predators, all of us in competition for sunlight, food and water, frankly, I am floored the subject remains so indefinite, so vague, heh, a National Geographic style series about something happening somewhere else perhaps, nothing to get excited about, after all, what can we do? The line is more than established about what we can do and what we can not. When your own law begins with DO NO HARM, is there really any need for further elaboration? What we have before us is a MASSIVE, unimaginable to most, horrifying disaster unfolding as we read here today. Everything happening to our planet, and this means happening to you personally, yes, you, in your very own skin, regardless of station or habitat, will expand in magnitude quickly far surpassing all that seems difficult and unmanageable today, and continue to exponentially spread outwards imprisoning and incapacitating every single living being, every single life, every species and landmass above and below the Earth's surface, every body of water, every resource, everything that exists, until forced oblivion by whatever means puts a halt to the madness.
This is not a situation blameable on the twenty four hour news cycle or Wall Street or the illusions of politics or unscrupulous activities of the personhoods or the sudden appearance of encyclopedias at our disposal or terrorism, those elements among countless others are the Side Effects spawned by the Great Human Disaster. This problem is social across the board. We are attempting to survive, very often casually, with merrymaking and homilies, inside a worsening nightmare as the flesh eating disease ravages our planet. It should not have been this way, wrought though denial, deceit, directed diversion, plying the gullibility of the innocent with invented fables and caricatures to live by. Rather than bear responsibility, fingers are pointed in every direction, while the ugly root remains behind a dark veil, in the maggot-infested root cellar, unacknowledged as it must be in order maintain civil appearances cultivated though lurid nonsense. Defrocking much of that nonsense has been the task of this blog from inception.
Truly, it perfectly parallels classic philosophy problems in its dilemma characteristics, questions without answers, contradiction and cyclical argument, intense self-examination as the seemingly impossible shifts into fact. In debate, the dilemma is usually glossed over as too overwhelming, too conflicting, exacerbating moral hazard and the casualty of bias. We'd better get real about this soon and start talking about it everywhere, all the time, but in order to do so, we must first accept the scope of the situation and accept where it is taking us, no easy task in the ugly face of hope and belief.
... They all know it is there, some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there. They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this child's abominable misery. ...
from The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. LeGuin
If you want to insure your handle on just how grotesque it is already, go somewhere you once lived five or ten, twenty years ago and note the changes, relate those changes to societal changes elsewhere and stack them up, with a little brief mental math the future becomes immediately predictable, and not just your own future, but that of everything else. Not even in death with creditors freely grave robbing and Potter's Field, the notorious SoCal paupers' cemetery, legally approved for cremation clearing the land for construction, does it end. Overpopulation will continue to startle and exceed expectation without impediment as long as we allow it.
Where are the controls? The census, an economic tool - is not exactly a solution, now is it. The census surely can not come close to anything accurate in these decades of belligerent fraud. Whatever numbers they release this time around are likely absent an overwhelming amount of skilled system gamers. Once a help, now a hindrance, just another sad vehicle keeping the truth sealed ...
It is nothing short of a shock to face this emerge-and-see in its fullness. Considering the spectacular injustices taking place within the span of our lifetimes, it would not be a surprise to learn global warming, or whatever you prefer to call it, was not set up deliberately to deal with this issue unbeknownst to civilization at large. You'll have to think about that one for awhile. Think about HAARP and chemtrails while you are at it. There is a disturbing pattern to the presentation, initially vehemently denied, now weakly acknowledged, remaining for the most part resisted, but only seemingly so and always redirected in favor of system reinforcement agendas.
It is reality altered as all reality is altered by the individual preference to seek or to reject at any given time, thoroughly dependent on how such a variable fits into the human's personal survival plan on any particular day.
I would appreciate some sincere discussion, if possible. There are plenty of links, I've seen them, most dare not veer into spectacular disaster territory however, lacking the direct link to our unwieldy present state of affairs. Something's gotta give, my friends, and soon.
FYI, this subject is not about sex, pharmaceutics showed us that much with the advent of birth control. This issue is practically unfathomable in its magnitude, it is the greatest dilemma our planet faces. It was coming, it was predicted, the predictions are being surpassed while anyone who actually is in position to address the crisis is made a fool, subject to the off-topic censoring by economic dictates and all the accompanying falderal which equates to dillydallying. Dillydallying only takes place when time is being bought and in this case time is working against ALL of us.
I acknowledge that it is up to the individual to live out their days as an example of what can be done beneficially, but in reality incessant consumerization utterly fails to encourage restraint.
We are standing on the edge of the end. None of us wants to see any further increase in the horror of these times, but it is guaranteed greater and more extractive horrors awaiting just up the road will make our lives a living hell on Earth in practically no time at all. All that which we once thought we would not live to see, we are seeing now. Are you ready for more? No, you are absolutely not and I am not, either. What is coming does not appear remotely survivable.
Ask yourself, does the human species possess intelligence specifically to counter Universal built-in extinction?
related: Zoos' bitter choice
You are aware, of course, of the Bell Curve visually representing the rise and decline of Peak oil. You would also then be aware of our position on the downside, sliding off peak and accelerating downhill, which naturally is the only way it would come about, through Newton's Law, even though nobody imagined it would really happen in quite the way it is happening today.
Here is the real problem that we face and here is its name, too many are locked into abject confusion about it since seldom in the human social arena is the root cause addressed for what it actually is, which is - Overpopulation. On one hand, speaking up, even quietly, places you into the usual Doomer-Paranoid-Schizophrenic categories while remaining silent is a compromise that won't lie down for long without unhinging your mental survival. Others are unconcerned, more than a few are just too stupid, most by far have no idea how severe the problem is while the problem, unaddressed, only worsens by the hour. Ah, hello, Mister Pope? Anybody home there? We've long passed unsustainable, we are peaked out, the signs screaming for attention and intentionally ignored in the face of economic growth by those whom you would think certainly know better. As long as the ego's needs are met, there is no problem.
The next time you find yourself sitting in traffic, take a good look at your surroundings, take note of the decals emblazoned in obese fonts with neon hues on westerners' windsheilds, "American Patriot", "I'm not a bitch, I'm THE Bitch" or the rednecks' fave, bin Laden pissing. These indicate a desperation to stand out among the writhing masses, wouldn't you say, a loneliness so severe that attention is drawn by means of annoying hapless passersby? You might also say its obvious they have no identity anymore (if they ever had any to begin with) and obscene decals are the best they could scrabble together in saying "I am alive, look at me, I count dammit!"
The noise and overamped illusions slam into our lives and lifestyles in competitive proportion to the ignorance, people who are capable of intellectual reasoning cannot help but question their sanity and in the questioning resort to resolve their discomfort and alienation through layers of complex adjustment which does nothing at all seriously effective towards any solution. Can it be the clock has already run out? It very well may be too late. Consider your personal experience in this new world before further shrugging. If the agenda of the CFR is curbing overpopulation, and we do not know if it is or is not, and if it is, how intense an effort is put forth, they are doing everyone including themselves a humiliating disservice by not fully disclosing the fundamentals in full required to reign in over-breeding.
The situation concerns us, must we remind you, without us, you have nothing.
Considering we are all united, (simply being alive together at this strange time is uniting in itself) from blades of grass to cleverly dexterous, manipulative predators, all of us in competition for sunlight, food and water, frankly, I am floored the subject remains so indefinite, so vague, heh, a National Geographic style series about something happening somewhere else perhaps, nothing to get excited about, after all, what can we do? The line is more than established about what we can do and what we can not. When your own law begins with DO NO HARM, is there really any need for further elaboration? What we have before us is a MASSIVE, unimaginable to most, horrifying disaster unfolding as we read here today. Everything happening to our planet, and this means happening to you personally, yes, you, in your very own skin, regardless of station or habitat, will expand in magnitude quickly far surpassing all that seems difficult and unmanageable today, and continue to exponentially spread outwards imprisoning and incapacitating every single living being, every single life, every species and landmass above and below the Earth's surface, every body of water, every resource, everything that exists, until forced oblivion by whatever means puts a halt to the madness.
This is not a situation blameable on the twenty four hour news cycle or Wall Street or the illusions of politics or unscrupulous activities of the personhoods or the sudden appearance of encyclopedias at our disposal or terrorism, those elements among countless others are the Side Effects spawned by the Great Human Disaster. This problem is social across the board. We are attempting to survive, very often casually, with merrymaking and homilies, inside a worsening nightmare as the flesh eating disease ravages our planet. It should not have been this way, wrought though denial, deceit, directed diversion, plying the gullibility of the innocent with invented fables and caricatures to live by. Rather than bear responsibility, fingers are pointed in every direction, while the ugly root remains behind a dark veil, in the maggot-infested root cellar, unacknowledged as it must be in order maintain civil appearances cultivated though lurid nonsense. Defrocking much of that nonsense has been the task of this blog from inception.
Truly, it perfectly parallels classic philosophy problems in its dilemma characteristics, questions without answers, contradiction and cyclical argument, intense self-examination as the seemingly impossible shifts into fact. In debate, the dilemma is usually glossed over as too overwhelming, too conflicting, exacerbating moral hazard and the casualty of bias. We'd better get real about this soon and start talking about it everywhere, all the time, but in order to do so, we must first accept the scope of the situation and accept where it is taking us, no easy task in the ugly face of hope and belief.
... They all know it is there, some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there. They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this child's abominable misery. ...
from The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. LeGuin
If you want to insure your handle on just how grotesque it is already, go somewhere you once lived five or ten, twenty years ago and note the changes, relate those changes to societal changes elsewhere and stack them up, with a little brief mental math the future becomes immediately predictable, and not just your own future, but that of everything else. Not even in death with creditors freely grave robbing and Potter's Field, the notorious SoCal paupers' cemetery, legally approved for cremation clearing the land for construction, does it end. Overpopulation will continue to startle and exceed expectation without impediment as long as we allow it.
Where are the controls? The census, an economic tool - is not exactly a solution, now is it. The census surely can not come close to anything accurate in these decades of belligerent fraud. Whatever numbers they release this time around are likely absent an overwhelming amount of skilled system gamers. Once a help, now a hindrance, just another sad vehicle keeping the truth sealed ...
It is nothing short of a shock to face this emerge-and-see in its fullness. Considering the spectacular injustices taking place within the span of our lifetimes, it would not be a surprise to learn global warming, or whatever you prefer to call it, was not set up deliberately to deal with this issue unbeknownst to civilization at large. You'll have to think about that one for awhile. Think about HAARP and chemtrails while you are at it. There is a disturbing pattern to the presentation, initially vehemently denied, now weakly acknowledged, remaining for the most part resisted, but only seemingly so and always redirected in favor of system reinforcement agendas.
It is reality altered as all reality is altered by the individual preference to seek or to reject at any given time, thoroughly dependent on how such a variable fits into the human's personal survival plan on any particular day.
I would appreciate some sincere discussion, if possible. There are plenty of links, I've seen them, most dare not veer into spectacular disaster territory however, lacking the direct link to our unwieldy present state of affairs. Something's gotta give, my friends, and soon.
FYI, this subject is not about sex, pharmaceutics showed us that much with the advent of birth control. This issue is practically unfathomable in its magnitude, it is the greatest dilemma our planet faces. It was coming, it was predicted, the predictions are being surpassed while anyone who actually is in position to address the crisis is made a fool, subject to the off-topic censoring by economic dictates and all the accompanying falderal which equates to dillydallying. Dillydallying only takes place when time is being bought and in this case time is working against ALL of us.
I acknowledge that it is up to the individual to live out their days as an example of what can be done beneficially, but in reality incessant consumerization utterly fails to encourage restraint.
We are standing on the edge of the end. None of us wants to see any further increase in the horror of these times, but it is guaranteed greater and more extractive horrors awaiting just up the road will make our lives a living hell on Earth in practically no time at all. All that which we once thought we would not live to see, we are seeing now. Are you ready for more? No, you are absolutely not and I am not, either. What is coming does not appear remotely survivable.
Ask yourself, does the human species possess intelligence specifically to counter Universal built-in extinction?
related: Zoos' bitter choice
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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 soslaves 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
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
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.
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
Monday, January 23, 2012
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,
*****
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.
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.
Friday, December 30, 2011
as we go on
By now, I'm sure you're hip to Survival Acres. I've always been fond of John's way with words, perhaps its that weird, inexplicable ministry background infrequently referred to in his work. John's opinion on the evolutionary phenomena of information sharing is right on the money and insightful in that my enchantment with the web diminishes in parallel with the exponential rise of social networks, tech toys, apps and everything that is nothing less than sheep's ear tags for the identification of which herd belongs to which plantation and are they stupid enough yet, i.e.; finished fully, for the slaughterhouse? I do hope authors don't mind my brevity, I've done this before in comment links, when I nutshell a sort of boost for their labor by saying John doesn't mince words or overlook a particular iconic angle in the current zeitgeist even when others will perceive it as just another part of the background noise, its like white noise now, hypnotic, where it is what-it-is and it has no impact on anything happening out there and a worsening impact on what is happening inside. On a lengthy sabbatical in the Nevada desert, I lived not far from the drone nativity colony during which not a day passed I wasn't awakened by drones in training. They whine. Imagine a nightmarish Ellen Ripley-style drooling Alien, whining. All these recent stories in the media about the sudden use of drones on American soil are paychecks being collected for clicking on the press releases in their email. I was told by the locals in 2006, very nearly six years ago, in no uncertain terms, drones honed-in on a prison escapee inside an aqueduct which showed on the thermal sensor as a bright red line around the prisoner's seemingly hidden body.
Lying is ubiquitous from birth. We exit the womb into feeling-censored expression. Take a typical day and see if you can intermingle with a varied mix of personalities, including yourself, and see how many lies you hear and how many you tell. There is courtesy ... and then there is compassion. Both are on the wane with compassion actually being the real basis for love and for friendship, as the two are one. Then there is the disappointment one leaves themselves open to in showing the real self and finding whomever it is that you are interacting with won't go there and no matter how you try, there is no reciprocation. Of course we know there is a way, but few dare to tread that path for long, however heroic. The only saving grace I've ever found that works every time is Struggle On, life is about learning and if its truth you seek and truth you discover, it is a blessing regardless of the occasion. Even then, you cannot fix another person, you can only understand. With someone you are close to, understanding knows no limits unless you are being endangered which sounds a lot like the situation we are living through at this very moment in time, taking place up there under the stage lights of the main arena, the lame new world. We read, we interpret, we read more, we see the illusion come to life, we actually see the catch pens under construction, there can be no doubt and yet, it just goes on, it drones and whines and eats itself only to come out the other end as worse than it went in. Somehow, just when it appears the worst is upon us still we are able to reach for some rosy part of the day to lift us above the rabble into that sweet change where the air is fit to breathe and the soul is stirred. Bholanath's Wildlife Center and 'hood pics of the animals and avian families do it for me. So does Jimi Hendrix with Red House (over yonder).
It is extraordinarily rare to come across a person who is completely straight all the way regardless of circumstance, situation, dialogue in any and all relationships. We strive for this and too frequently fall short. This is a facet of the human condition, but being of the human species doesn't require that we cannot learn from our animal teachers.
Today I found a fallen Hawk, as magnificent a creature in death as in life, and carried him by his legs to a picturesque soft spot away from the road where his soul would enter the Animal Kingdom in natural peace. His lower backside was black charred, otherwise he was perfectly intact leading me to think perhaps he had some accident atop the phone pole, a favored place to hang while hunting. I'm hearing this kind of electrical equipment has to be grounded, so I can't explain the nasty burn. All that can be said about it is whatever happened, this true feathered monarch came in contact with something unnatural. In other words, he bumped up against the anthropogenic system and it cost him as it always costs all who meet with bumps. What is unusual and wildly prevalent are those who choose to participate in the entertainments, the circuses such as boxing, rodeos, Nascar, casinos and porn. These things are different worlds of territorial testosterone gone to extremes enabled by the highest bidder. This too is all another avenue of spectacular riches and occupies the fascinations of a huge part of the worshiping public with whom we interact making all that shared information gathered over the years absolutely worthless in changing the ways we are impacted in order to proceed through this journey.
The Internet has only pointed out in starker terms what has always been happening. Before the web, sometimes we heard it might be happening, now we read it happens regularly as if each event, crime, scam, rip, enslavement, hustle is brand new, but it has always been the vicious writhing mass of tortured secrets and inhumanity compounded with greater heights of inhumanity that you see unfolding before you now. It has no repair. Beauty and contentment are where you find them. You must take the steps to your own freedom. As I have said, compassion is the magic key. But like all keys, sometimes it is lost and you have to figure out where you left it and how you could possibly find it again in these times. Recently, I lost mine and got a case of serious trepidations racing back to the spot where I last remembered having it. A woman I'd never met drove up behind me, shouting "I've got your keys!" Sure enough, she'd even left a note at the spot. Keys, cards and ID were safe and as I took note of the excited children in her SUV (and obvious lookalike family members visiting for Christmas) the warm glow of gratitude enveloped me enough to hug her and leave the scene spiritually intact. I felt like I could post again. Breathe again. Kiss the dogs and hug the Oaks, fall on my knees in prayer for the Hawk that his body rest in peace and his soul fly on. That my friends I've never met are unknown multitudes of the ones already visiting, feeling just like us and deserving of whatever, small comfort we bring each other in these times of terror, joy, lies, loss of dignity and respect, humiliation, confusion, ecstasy, despair, etc., stepping away from extremes into our own personal freedom to speak what is on our mind and share what is in our hearts or simply dwell.
In truth, we can step out of the noise anytime, it isn't us, it holds not a scintilla of reality, so why be in it at all? It is not important to puff up ourselves with the Dangerous Life being offered through technology, the mob, sensationalistic media and titillating headlines and the people who believe it all and seemingly know no better, as if there is only one way to live, one way to love, one way to gain, if they know what it is to gain, seeing only the gain that morphs itself into loss, fully blank when it comes to deep wells of purity available everywhere yet invisible, but the life-giving source from which all must drink if it means anything to experience the years full of changes spent on Planet Earth. Everything we learn about each other reinforces the observation that no one is immune without inflicting great damage to themselves.
Whatever 2012 has in store for our planet, since we have survived so much already only to arrive here at this time of witnessing, there is not much that could take it away. And if there was something, some disaster, something tragic, have we not weathered these storms before and before that? I have watched the sun rise dawn over the mast discovering my low little sloop sailing in a school of sharks off the southern coast of the Dominican Republic, I have lost power on a windless day over knife-craggy reefs breaking the sea surface and figured out how to bleed a diesel while rocking back and forth as the water slapped the beam. I have held on for 6 hours to a T-Bar in a blizzard looking down at snowy treetops singing Calypso, Sparrow tunes actually, and walked on single train tracks above the surly canyons of British Columbia, stared down the barrel of a gun held by a hostile dealer and wrecked motorcycles on Riverside Drive at rush hour, leading me to think 2012 will be interesting if anything... May the New Year be the best ever for each person reading here.
If wishes grew on trees...
One Love
Lying is ubiquitous from birth. We exit the womb into feeling-censored expression. Take a typical day and see if you can intermingle with a varied mix of personalities, including yourself, and see how many lies you hear and how many you tell. There is courtesy ... and then there is compassion. Both are on the wane with compassion actually being the real basis for love and for friendship, as the two are one. Then there is the disappointment one leaves themselves open to in showing the real self and finding whomever it is that you are interacting with won't go there and no matter how you try, there is no reciprocation. Of course we know there is a way, but few dare to tread that path for long, however heroic. The only saving grace I've ever found that works every time is Struggle On, life is about learning and if its truth you seek and truth you discover, it is a blessing regardless of the occasion. Even then, you cannot fix another person, you can only understand. With someone you are close to, understanding knows no limits unless you are being endangered which sounds a lot like the situation we are living through at this very moment in time, taking place up there under the stage lights of the main arena, the lame new world. We read, we interpret, we read more, we see the illusion come to life, we actually see the catch pens under construction, there can be no doubt and yet, it just goes on, it drones and whines and eats itself only to come out the other end as worse than it went in. Somehow, just when it appears the worst is upon us still we are able to reach for some rosy part of the day to lift us above the rabble into that sweet change where the air is fit to breathe and the soul is stirred. Bholanath's Wildlife Center and 'hood pics of the animals and avian families do it for me. So does Jimi Hendrix with Red House (over yonder).
It is extraordinarily rare to come across a person who is completely straight all the way regardless of circumstance, situation, dialogue in any and all relationships. We strive for this and too frequently fall short. This is a facet of the human condition, but being of the human species doesn't require that we cannot learn from our animal teachers.
Today I found a fallen Hawk, as magnificent a creature in death as in life, and carried him by his legs to a picturesque soft spot away from the road where his soul would enter the Animal Kingdom in natural peace. His lower backside was black charred, otherwise he was perfectly intact leading me to think perhaps he had some accident atop the phone pole, a favored place to hang while hunting. I'm hearing this kind of electrical equipment has to be grounded, so I can't explain the nasty burn. All that can be said about it is whatever happened, this true feathered monarch came in contact with something unnatural. In other words, he bumped up against the anthropogenic system and it cost him as it always costs all who meet with bumps. What is unusual and wildly prevalent are those who choose to participate in the entertainments, the circuses such as boxing, rodeos, Nascar, casinos and porn. These things are different worlds of territorial testosterone gone to extremes enabled by the highest bidder. This too is all another avenue of spectacular riches and occupies the fascinations of a huge part of the worshiping public with whom we interact making all that shared information gathered over the years absolutely worthless in changing the ways we are impacted in order to proceed through this journey.
The Internet has only pointed out in starker terms what has always been happening. Before the web, sometimes we heard it might be happening, now we read it happens regularly as if each event, crime, scam, rip, enslavement, hustle is brand new, but it has always been the vicious writhing mass of tortured secrets and inhumanity compounded with greater heights of inhumanity that you see unfolding before you now. It has no repair. Beauty and contentment are where you find them. You must take the steps to your own freedom. As I have said, compassion is the magic key. But like all keys, sometimes it is lost and you have to figure out where you left it and how you could possibly find it again in these times. Recently, I lost mine and got a case of serious trepidations racing back to the spot where I last remembered having it. A woman I'd never met drove up behind me, shouting "I've got your keys!" Sure enough, she'd even left a note at the spot. Keys, cards and ID were safe and as I took note of the excited children in her SUV (and obvious lookalike family members visiting for Christmas) the warm glow of gratitude enveloped me enough to hug her and leave the scene spiritually intact. I felt like I could post again. Breathe again. Kiss the dogs and hug the Oaks, fall on my knees in prayer for the Hawk that his body rest in peace and his soul fly on. That my friends I've never met are unknown multitudes of the ones already visiting, feeling just like us and deserving of whatever, small comfort we bring each other in these times of terror, joy, lies, loss of dignity and respect, humiliation, confusion, ecstasy, despair, etc., stepping away from extremes into our own personal freedom to speak what is on our mind and share what is in our hearts or simply dwell.
In truth, we can step out of the noise anytime, it isn't us, it holds not a scintilla of reality, so why be in it at all? It is not important to puff up ourselves with the Dangerous Life being offered through technology, the mob, sensationalistic media and titillating headlines and the people who believe it all and seemingly know no better, as if there is only one way to live, one way to love, one way to gain, if they know what it is to gain, seeing only the gain that morphs itself into loss, fully blank when it comes to deep wells of purity available everywhere yet invisible, but the life-giving source from which all must drink if it means anything to experience the years full of changes spent on Planet Earth. Everything we learn about each other reinforces the observation that no one is immune without inflicting great damage to themselves.
Whatever 2012 has in store for our planet, since we have survived so much already only to arrive here at this time of witnessing, there is not much that could take it away. And if there was something, some disaster, something tragic, have we not weathered these storms before and before that? I have watched the sun rise dawn over the mast discovering my low little sloop sailing in a school of sharks off the southern coast of the Dominican Republic, I have lost power on a windless day over knife-craggy reefs breaking the sea surface and figured out how to bleed a diesel while rocking back and forth as the water slapped the beam. I have held on for 6 hours to a T-Bar in a blizzard looking down at snowy treetops singing Calypso, Sparrow tunes actually, and walked on single train tracks above the surly canyons of British Columbia, stared down the barrel of a gun held by a hostile dealer and wrecked motorcycles on Riverside Drive at rush hour, leading me to think 2012 will be interesting if anything... May the New Year be the best ever for each person reading here.
If wishes grew on trees...
One Love
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Interruptions During a Cage Match
Anyone still confused at this late stage? On a personal level, as metaphor, we live our lives in a series of situations, for the most part, floating through the days and hours as if there is no ending. There are always things to do and be done, the incredible variety of living species in our situations that require attention, and often there are little jams to be unraveled, which we unravel and continue on with our journeys. In other words, we're coping, as best we know how at any given time ... until something like these times comes into focus and digs its way into our minds as a bad cloud. No matter what happens, the bad cloud is carried within. Every now and then it rolls itself into a hurricane or tornado and whatever else is going on within has to take a back seat. Lately we've found ourselves unwittingly embroiled in bullying bs boiling over in the very kitchens of the bad cloud's panic promotional. Ages ago I put up a line from the original film Wall Street where Bud Fox's Dad says to him "A man lives long enough, he sees everything."
And yet, what we are seeing is part and parcel of events that have been years in the making. As we grew up, there were plenty of signs and omens, generally misinterpreted as if such "very fine people" couldn't possibly be behind the growing evil. Here's one thing I know, which I learned early. Very fine people do not wear white ties. Tacky, tacky, tacky. You can imagine my utter dismay every time one of these very fine people makes some televised, i.e.; visual, statement about anything going on in the bad cloud and how really, really, its a good cloud, while adorned in absolutely fatal fashion statements. You may think I am kidding, but I am serious. Only factual, dyed-in-the-wool handmaidens to the Devil himself, slimeball Mobsters wear white ties, or pink, or yellow or anything bordering on pastels. Have you ever looked at those ties on camera? Dancing pixels sending bizarre rays into your pupils. You will note, they appear to possess a dress code as well as common purpose among them. Their fawning grocery clerks, errand boys/girls and celebrity punditry adopt all of it to better drive home the Mission. Personally, I got out of that car a long time ago. I'm not sure exactly what it was, it might have been the pastel neck-wear. it might have been the always misfit trying to fit in all the wrong places with all the wrong people. It might have been a particular hallucination where peaking, suddenly everyone grew very small, something like looking through a telescope backwards, crystal clear, everything was the same so I perceived, except the amazingly sharp reduction of everyone and everything within view. I might not have come back from that had it not been for a rescue to another artist's hideaway except he was one of these artists who liked to grind a subject into its abstract which can be done if you work at it long enough, a stage which he had not yet reached still being a literalist making O's in primaries. His studio aka free room in the squatter's commune was painted with every color and size circle the way you'd roll whole walls and ceiling in soft white, right down to the floor, the fabrics, the fireplace and so on. My problem was they were all spinning like wild crayola cheerios blown from a cannon which created a kind of whirling nausea and yearning for the outdoors, for something real, Nature and its comfort which eventually I found crawling downstairs, to the door, to freedom in the anonymity of city streets, one foot and the next until I led myself to green pastures lying down with wildflowers in the meadow watching clouds move, meet and move again, they were good clouds. I looked sideways long enough to see friends join in. It seemed we lay there centuries. We might have.
I'm still not sure of any tipping point where it all gelled. Not a day, lately an hour, passes without some intrusive nonsense like the "jobless recovery". As much as I would love to be done with it, it smarts. While today we might find we are not affected, surely tomorrow we will be? We have all been affected, perhaps not all at one time, but we would not allow bad clouds the opportunity to linger, even distantly, if we were not personally familiar with the extremes of pain they are capable of producing. We remember a moment in time, we have memories of disaster, we have had our hopes and expectations dashed to smithereens, we have lost loved ones, we have seen others lose everything and lost too much ourselves along the way. We believe in redemption, we trust in resurrection even without visual confirmation we have confidence in the goodness of living, that it is holy, that life itself is holy and that interior perfection of every living being is all the proof necessary and nothing can take that perfection away.
Do yourself a huge favor and read these links, if you have not already, in any order, order hardly matters, although I realize I have implied some order, it won't take up all that much of your time since you are already online reading, here are a few things to absorb that should stick, I know, so little sticks anymore, but give it a try:
From Mick:
The Handbook of Human Ownership for New Tax Farmers
From Vivek:
Hey America ...
From James Kunstler's CN comments:
The Great Global Debt Depression: Its All Greek to Me
From Paul Craig Roberts:
An Economy Destroyed
Done yet? Go and finish them now, at least one of them, I'm not going anywhere and I know the last two are particularly lengthy, but important! If you get fidgety, a typically addicted to convenience and/or chaos-driven western citizens' trait, just read the last one first (backwards is a great way to go since front is back and back is front now) all the way through and return later as you carve out space in your offline Word calendar for sincere acknowledgement of self through definition of the Apocalyptic experience in which we all share, like it or not ... or just make a Sticky Note for your monitor.
Let's get down to business
It seems that the deficit ceiling is replacing the Casey Anthony trial, with Cantor and Boner vs. our leader. Have you ever seen Grown Men behave in this way? And these are our representatives of the peeps. Hey, put 'em in a cage match for cryin' out loud and leave us out of it. If you knew these people in real life, as neighbors or a clique at the local swimming pool, would you have ANYthing to do with them? Who uses Vitalis anymore? As usual, we are forced to ask, what else is going on that we're not hearing about. And suddenly, practically written on the wind, Norway! Last check the death toll is under one hundred, but the figure is growing and will likely be higher by sigh, tomorrow. And speaking of Wetiko wickedness, could care-less-ness, those freak outbursts I mentioned last posting and a few posts before that, are on the increase. The ignorant on the ground, probably illiterate too, due to the fact all of this "toxic waste" is widely available through every expanding format of shining electronic delivery, are bursting loose from the jobless recovery to imitate the very activities dreamed up by "very fine people". Things come and go at breakneck speed, each dive surpassing former dives into deeper and deeper, never before unexplored depths of the raging cesspool of evil. Everything about them flys red flags and nothing happens. They can wear GO OLIGARCHY tie tacks on their pale gold ties and nothing happens. They can publicly scorn each other mere inches away from hand to hand combat with lies and denials and ... nothing happens.
Way down below in the secret cache of an overstressed, oversized, over-produced population where mostly everything has gotten completely out of control because people no longer want to know what is happening around them since their entire lives have become Adventures in Narcissism 24/7, there are horrors and very difficult to describe drastic abuses of the innocent and unaware surfacing for a few hours, a day or two, before the deficit ceiling cage match blows them off the platform. Weird things like the Leiby Kletzy tragedy and the Coronado mansion double murder. When the celebrity pundit reads the teleprompter saying "Why Norway?" do you grimace at her sheer idiocy or weep for the Libyans who on another planet, one with good clouds, would be filling the bellies of the Somalis instead of under hijack at the crazed insistence of the followers of economic nirvana which is not a resilient or even remotely sustainable system... as we are reminded this week after thinking about the far reaching implications in the Archdruid's excellent essay. Even Libya has vanished from the news as if its another ho hum long term occupation in the making and we're to just go shopping or something. Its always unnerving how quickly we have these things analyzed for us since we are too dumbed down now to read the blood on the wall. How long did it take Bush to declare Bin Laden did it? How long did it take CNN to read their prepared statement claiming the little potty or the base is responsible for Norway's attacks? Fifteen minutes? An hour? And, gosh, we haven't even touched on the highly contagious cell hacking disease spreading paranoia and opening wallets across the pond, its not necessary my friends, is it. My only question while admitting I aspire to know nothing because I can't stand to know, its too disgusting, is: Where's the forensics on the guy who lay dead in the portapotty for twelve hours? In't this one like the Coronado mistress found bound and hung from a backyard balcony, in that suicide is often disguised to appear as homicide, they say. Or is that homicide is often disguised to appear as suicide? Gimme a break! We are looking at updated Wellstonings, stories for the stupid, damaged cells dividing and multiplying, exacerbating, exaggerating initial damage.
So I'm with Mick and Vivek. You will have some feelings about those links and I request we stay on subject for this post, if possible, and share them in the comments, again, if possible. If you have something else you have to say, of course that is always welcome, but for this post and those links, we'll need to talk. I've held off publishing them until now because the ubiquitous crescendo of the greedy oligarchs wrapping around the globe and destroying all life on Earth cannot be ignored or denied anymore. I should add that all the evils noted above are taking place as the Earth crumbles in anthropogenic climate chaos which must be something like living it up in an inescapable gated seaside community next door to six nuclear power plants, six months before a super quake and tsunami. In other words, its getting dangerous out there.
You do understand, don't you, its not going away. It only grows, like all living species subject to the variations of Malthusian prophecy, build it and they will come, and keep coming and coming on, until ...
On that dire precipice which appears to have no possible live landing in sight, I leave you with the best line from Vanilla Sky - "Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around."
Within us is that power.
And yet, what we are seeing is part and parcel of events that have been years in the making. As we grew up, there were plenty of signs and omens, generally misinterpreted as if such "very fine people" couldn't possibly be behind the growing evil. Here's one thing I know, which I learned early. Very fine people do not wear white ties. Tacky, tacky, tacky. You can imagine my utter dismay every time one of these very fine people makes some televised, i.e.; visual, statement about anything going on in the bad cloud and how really, really, its a good cloud, while adorned in absolutely fatal fashion statements. You may think I am kidding, but I am serious. Only factual, dyed-in-the-wool handmaidens to the Devil himself, slimeball Mobsters wear white ties, or pink, or yellow or anything bordering on pastels. Have you ever looked at those ties on camera? Dancing pixels sending bizarre rays into your pupils. You will note, they appear to possess a dress code as well as common purpose among them. Their fawning grocery clerks, errand boys/girls and celebrity punditry adopt all of it to better drive home the Mission. Personally, I got out of that car a long time ago. I'm not sure exactly what it was, it might have been the pastel neck-wear. it might have been the always misfit trying to fit in all the wrong places with all the wrong people. It might have been a particular hallucination where peaking, suddenly everyone grew very small, something like looking through a telescope backwards, crystal clear, everything was the same so I perceived, except the amazingly sharp reduction of everyone and everything within view. I might not have come back from that had it not been for a rescue to another artist's hideaway except he was one of these artists who liked to grind a subject into its abstract which can be done if you work at it long enough, a stage which he had not yet reached still being a literalist making O's in primaries. His studio aka free room in the squatter's commune was painted with every color and size circle the way you'd roll whole walls and ceiling in soft white, right down to the floor, the fabrics, the fireplace and so on. My problem was they were all spinning like wild crayola cheerios blown from a cannon which created a kind of whirling nausea and yearning for the outdoors, for something real, Nature and its comfort which eventually I found crawling downstairs, to the door, to freedom in the anonymity of city streets, one foot and the next until I led myself to green pastures lying down with wildflowers in the meadow watching clouds move, meet and move again, they were good clouds. I looked sideways long enough to see friends join in. It seemed we lay there centuries. We might have.
I'm still not sure of any tipping point where it all gelled. Not a day, lately an hour, passes without some intrusive nonsense like the "jobless recovery". As much as I would love to be done with it, it smarts. While today we might find we are not affected, surely tomorrow we will be? We have all been affected, perhaps not all at one time, but we would not allow bad clouds the opportunity to linger, even distantly, if we were not personally familiar with the extremes of pain they are capable of producing. We remember a moment in time, we have memories of disaster, we have had our hopes and expectations dashed to smithereens, we have lost loved ones, we have seen others lose everything and lost too much ourselves along the way. We believe in redemption, we trust in resurrection even without visual confirmation we have confidence in the goodness of living, that it is holy, that life itself is holy and that interior perfection of every living being is all the proof necessary and nothing can take that perfection away.
Do yourself a huge favor and read these links, if you have not already, in any order, order hardly matters, although I realize I have implied some order, it won't take up all that much of your time since you are already online reading, here are a few things to absorb that should stick, I know, so little sticks anymore, but give it a try:
From Mick:
The Handbook of Human Ownership for New Tax Farmers
From Vivek:
Hey America ...
From James Kunstler's CN comments:
The Great Global Debt Depression: Its All Greek to Me
From Paul Craig Roberts:
An Economy Destroyed
Done yet? Go and finish them now, at least one of them, I'm not going anywhere and I know the last two are particularly lengthy, but important! If you get fidgety, a typically addicted to convenience and/or chaos-driven western citizens' trait, just read the last one first (backwards is a great way to go since front is back and back is front now) all the way through and return later as you carve out space in your offline Word calendar for sincere acknowledgement of self through definition of the Apocalyptic experience in which we all share, like it or not ... or just make a Sticky Note for your monitor.
Let's get down to business
It seems that the deficit ceiling is replacing the Casey Anthony trial, with Cantor and Boner vs. our leader. Have you ever seen Grown Men behave in this way? And these are our representatives of the peeps. Hey, put 'em in a cage match for cryin' out loud and leave us out of it. If you knew these people in real life, as neighbors or a clique at the local swimming pool, would you have ANYthing to do with them? Who uses Vitalis anymore? As usual, we are forced to ask, what else is going on that we're not hearing about. And suddenly, practically written on the wind, Norway! Last check the death toll is under one hundred, but the figure is growing and will likely be higher by sigh, tomorrow. And speaking of Wetiko wickedness, could care-less-ness, those freak outbursts I mentioned last posting and a few posts before that, are on the increase. The ignorant on the ground, probably illiterate too, due to the fact all of this "toxic waste" is widely available through every expanding format of shining electronic delivery, are bursting loose from the jobless recovery to imitate the very activities dreamed up by "very fine people". Things come and go at breakneck speed, each dive surpassing former dives into deeper and deeper, never before unexplored depths of the raging cesspool of evil. Everything about them flys red flags and nothing happens. They can wear GO OLIGARCHY tie tacks on their pale gold ties and nothing happens. They can publicly scorn each other mere inches away from hand to hand combat with lies and denials and ... nothing happens.
Way down below in the secret cache of an overstressed, oversized, over-produced population where mostly everything has gotten completely out of control because people no longer want to know what is happening around them since their entire lives have become Adventures in Narcissism 24/7, there are horrors and very difficult to describe drastic abuses of the innocent and unaware surfacing for a few hours, a day or two, before the deficit ceiling cage match blows them off the platform. Weird things like the Leiby Kletzy tragedy and the Coronado mansion double murder. When the celebrity pundit reads the teleprompter saying "Why Norway?" do you grimace at her sheer idiocy or weep for the Libyans who on another planet, one with good clouds, would be filling the bellies of the Somalis instead of under hijack at the crazed insistence of the followers of economic nirvana which is not a resilient or even remotely sustainable system... as we are reminded this week after thinking about the far reaching implications in the Archdruid's excellent essay. Even Libya has vanished from the news as if its another ho hum long term occupation in the making and we're to just go shopping or something. Its always unnerving how quickly we have these things analyzed for us since we are too dumbed down now to read the blood on the wall. How long did it take Bush to declare Bin Laden did it? How long did it take CNN to read their prepared statement claiming the little potty or the base is responsible for Norway's attacks? Fifteen minutes? An hour? And, gosh, we haven't even touched on the highly contagious cell hacking disease spreading paranoia and opening wallets across the pond, its not necessary my friends, is it. My only question while admitting I aspire to know nothing because I can't stand to know, its too disgusting, is: Where's the forensics on the guy who lay dead in the portapotty for twelve hours? In't this one like the Coronado mistress found bound and hung from a backyard balcony, in that suicide is often disguised to appear as homicide, they say. Or is that homicide is often disguised to appear as suicide? Gimme a break! We are looking at updated Wellstonings, stories for the stupid, damaged cells dividing and multiplying, exacerbating, exaggerating initial damage.
So I'm with Mick and Vivek. You will have some feelings about those links and I request we stay on subject for this post, if possible, and share them in the comments, again, if possible. If you have something else you have to say, of course that is always welcome, but for this post and those links, we'll need to talk. I've held off publishing them until now because the ubiquitous crescendo of the greedy oligarchs wrapping around the globe and destroying all life on Earth cannot be ignored or denied anymore. I should add that all the evils noted above are taking place as the Earth crumbles in anthropogenic climate chaos which must be something like living it up in an inescapable gated seaside community next door to six nuclear power plants, six months before a super quake and tsunami. In other words, its getting dangerous out there.
You do understand, don't you, its not going away. It only grows, like all living species subject to the variations of Malthusian prophecy, build it and they will come, and keep coming and coming on, until ...
On that dire precipice which appears to have no possible live landing in sight, I leave you with the best line from Vanilla Sky - "Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around."
Within us is that power.
Monday, September 06, 2010
As the Hourglass Empties...
Hi five. We've got bholanath on Mridang , Su-Nami on Wind Chimes, Scappy on Mandolin, me on Thumb Piano and freeacre working up some organic munchies in the kitchen. Charles is on the roof adjusting lighting [watchit!], so slip on your darkers, striped sweaters and get out those cigarette holders, its Poetry Night:
THE LOON
On wooded height the slanting light
In glinting, gleaming radiance falls,
And softly sifts throught opening rifts
That cleave the fog-bank's hazy walls.
The splendor thrills from purple hills,
And lights the grassy circling swell;
But, hist! awake! From off the lake
The loon's wild cries, with sprite-like spell,
"Ke-woi-o! Ke-we-oi-o!"
In bluest sky the fleece clouds lie,
In floating fancies slow unfolding;
The village spire is tipped with fire
Reflections bright from golden moulding.
While close around, in slumber bound,
The roofs of modest mansions rise.
The silence breaks! From off the lake's
Unrippled reach, the loon's wild cries,
"Ke-woi-o! Ke-we-oi-o!"
"Oh, tell my why," I weary cry,
"A world so peaceful, fair, and pure,
Must still be rife with crime and strife
Why sin and sorrow must endure?
Why labor's slave, whose spirits crave
Such beauty, ne'er can steal a glance?"
My sole reply, the loon's wild cry,
Again returned in echo's chance,
"Ke-woi-o! Ke-we-oi-o!"
George Charles Selden 1893
INDIAN SUMMER
At last there came
The sudden fall of frost, when Time
Dreaming through russet September days
Suddenly awoke, and lifting his head, strode
Swiftly forward--made one vast desolating sweep
Of his scythe, then, rapt with the glory
That burned under his feet, fell dreaming again.
And the clouds soared and the crickets sang
In the brief heat of noon; the corn,
So green, grew sere and dry--
And in the mist the ploughman's team
Moved silently, as if in dream--
And it was Indian summer on the plain.
Hamlin Garland, (1860-1940) American Novelist, Short Story Writer, and Poet; active social reformer, especially concerned with Native American rights
Part XXII: Hiawatha's Departure
- By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
- By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
- At the doorway of his wigwam,
- In the pleasant Summer morning,
- Hiawatha stood and waited.
- All the air was full of freshness,
- All the earth was bright and joyous,
- And before him, through the sunshine,
- Westward toward the neighboring forest
- Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
- Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
- Burning, singing In the sunshine.
- Bright above him shone the heavens,
- Level spread the lake before him;
- From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
- Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;
- On its margin the great forest
- Stood reflected in the water,
- Every tree-top had its shadow,
- Motionless beneath the water.
- From the brow of Hiawatha
- Gone was every trace of sorrow,
- As the fog from off the water,
- As the mist from off the meadow.
- With a smile of joy and triumph,
- With a look of exultation,
- As of one who in a vision
- Sees what is to be, but is not,
- Stood and waited Hiawatha.
- Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
- Both the palms spread out against it,
- And between the parted fingers
- Fell the sunshine on his features,
- Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
- As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
- Through the rifted leaves and branches.
- O'er the water floating, flying,
- Something in the hazy distance,
- Something in the mists of morning,
- Loomed and lifted from the water,
- Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
- Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
- Was it Shingebis the diver?
- Or the pelican, the Shada?
- Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
- Or the white goose, Waw-be-wawa,
- With the water dripping, flashing,
- From its glossy neck and feathers?
- It was neither goose nor diver,
- Neither pelican nor heron,
- O'er the water floating, flying,
- Through the shining mist of morning,
- But a birch canoe with paddles,
- Rising, sinking on the water,
- Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
- And within it came a people
- From the distant land of Wabun,
- From the farthest realms of morning
- Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
- He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face,
- With his guides and his companions.
- And the noble Hiawatha,
- With his hands aloft extended,
- Held aloft in sign of welcome,
- Waited, full of exultation,
- Till the birch canoe with paddles
- Grated on the shining pebbles,
- Stranded on the sandy margin,
- Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,
- With the cross upon his bosom,
- Landed on the sandy margin.
- Then the joyous Hiawatha
- Cried aloud and spake in this wise:
- "Beautiful is the sun, O strangers,
- When you come so far to see us!
- All our town in peace awaits you,
- All our doors stand open for you;
- You shall enter all our wigwams,
- For the heart's right hand we give you.
- "Never bloomed the earth so gayly,
- Never shone the sun so brightly,
- As to-day they shine and blossom
- When you come so far to see us!
- Never was our lake so tranquil,
- Nor so free from rocks, and sand-bars;
- For your birch canoe in passing
- Has removed both rock and sand-bar.
- "Never before had our tobacco
- Such a sweet and pleasant flavor,
- Never the broad leaves of our cornfields
- Were so beautiful to look on,
- As they seem to us this morning,
- When you come so far to see us!'
- And the Black-Robe chief made answer,
- Stammered In his speech a little,
- Speaking words yet unfamiliar:
- "Peace be with you, Hiawatha,
- Peace be with you and your people,
- Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,
- Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary!"
- Then the generous Hiawatha
- Led the strangers to his wigwam,
- Seated them on skins of bison,
- Seated them on skins of ermine,
- And the careful old Nokomis
- Brought them food in bowls of basswood,
- Water brought in birchen dippers,
- And the calumet, the peace-pipe,
- Filled and lighted for their smoking.
- All the old men of the village,
- All the warriors of the nation,
- All the Jossakeeds, the Prophets,
- The magicians, the Wabenos,
- And the Medicine-men, the Medas,
- Came to bid the strangers welcome;
- "It is well", they said, "O brothers,
- That you come so far to see us!"
- In a circle round the doorway,
- With their pipes they sat In silence,
- Waiting to behold the strangers,
- Waiting to receive their message;
- Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,
- From the wigwam came to greet them,
- Stammering in his speech a little,
- Speaking words yet unfamiliar;
- "It Is well," they said, "O brother,
- That you come so far to see us!"
- Then the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,
- Told his message to the people,
- Told the purport of his mission,
- Told them of the Virgin Mary,
- And her blessed Son, the Saviour,
- How in distant lands and ages
- He had lived on earth as we do;
- How he fasted, prayed, and labored;
- How the Jews, the tribe accursed,
- Mocked him, scourged him, crucified him;
- How he rose from where they laid him,
- Walked again with his disciples,
- And ascended into heaven.
- And the chiefs made answer, saying:
- "We have listened to your message,
- We have heard your words of wisdom,
- We will think on what you tell us.
- It is well for us, O brothers,
- That you come so far to see us!"
- Then they rose up and departed
- Each one homeward to his wigwam,
- To the young men and the women
- Told the story of the strangers
- Whom the Master of Life had sent them
- From the shining land of Wabun.
- Heavy with the heat and silence
- Grew the afternoon of Summer;
- With a drowsy sound the forest
- Whispered round the sultry wigwam,
- With a sound of sleep the water
- Rippled on the beach below it;
- From the cornfields shrill and ceaseless
- Sang the grasshopper, Pah-puk-keena;
- And the guests of Hiawatha,
- Weary with the heat of Summer,
- Slumbered in the sultry wigwam.
- Slowly o'er the simmering landscape
- Fell the evening's dusk and coolness,
- And the long and level sunbeams
- Shot their spears into the forest,
- Breaking through its shields of shadow,
- Rushed into each secret ambush,
- Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow;
- Still the guests of Hiawatha
- Slumbered In the silent wigwam.
- From his place rose Hiawatha,
- Bade farewell to old Nokomis,
- Spake in whispers, spake in this wise,
- Did not wake the guests, that slumbered.
- "I am going, O Nokomis,
- On a long and distant journey,
- To the portals of the Sunset.
- To the regions of the home-wind,
- Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin.
- But these guests I leave behind me,
- In your watch and ward I leave them;
- See that never harm comes near them,
- See that never fear molests them,
- Never danger nor suspicion,
- Never want of food or shelter,
- In the lodge of Hiawatha!"
- Forth into the village went he,
- Bade farewell to all the warriors,
- Bade farewell to all the young men,
- Spake persuading, spake in this wise:
- I am going, O my people,
- On a long and distant journey;
- Many moons and many winters
- Will have come, and will have vanished,
- Ere I come again to see you.
- But my guests I leave behind me;
- Listen to their words of wisdom,
- Listen to the truth they tell you,
- For the Master of Life has sent them
- From the land of light and morning!"
- On the shore stood Hiawatha,
- Turned and waved his hand at parting;
- On the clear and luminous water
- Launched his birch canoe for sailing,
- From the pebbles of the margin
- Shoved it forth into the water;
- Whispered to it, "Westward! westward!"
- And with speed it darted forward.
- And the evening sun descending
- Set the clouds on fire with redness,
- Burned the broad sky, like a prairie,
- Left upon the level water
- One long track and trail of splendor,
- Down whose stream, as down a river,
- Westward, westward Hiawatha
- Sailed into the fiery sunset,
- Sailed into the purple vapors,
- Sailed into the dusk of evening:
- And the people from the margin
- Watched him floating, rising, sinking,
- Till the birch canoe seemed lifted
- High into that sea of splendor,
- Till it sank into the vapors
- Like the new moon slowly, slowly
- Sinking in the purple distance.
- And they said, "Farewell forever!"
- Said, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
- And the forests, dark and lonely,
- Moved through all their depths of darkness,
- Sighed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow spent nearly a year and a half on Hiawatha, finishing in November of 1855.
- And the waves upon the margin
- Rising, rippling on the pebbles,
- Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
- And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
- From her haunts among the fen-lands,
- Screamed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
- Thus departed Hiawatha,
- Hiawatha the Beloved,
- In the glory of the sunset,.
- In the purple mists of evening,
- To the regions of the home-wind,
- Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,
- To the Islands of the Blessed,
- To the Kingdom of Ponemah,
- To the Land of the Hereafter!
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
photos:
Beatniks c. google images
Loon: c. google images
[About that absurd while box below, heh, your guess is as good as mine. N]
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