As I was saying, anything can happen and also mentioned the exponential feature of disaster. By now, you know how it goes and have reacted according to your Nature and situation in this life, considering too, the proximity of the Disaster/s-of-the Day to you and yours. Media loves disasters. Recently I visited the east coast region of Winter Storm Jonas and was told time and again, it was not nearly what the media made of it. In fact, everyone bore up extremely well during that, ah, epic event. "It was just a big snowstorm, we get that every winter here".
Too often lately, if you want to read a story on the news pages, you are requested through a pop-up to open an account with your email address and make up yet another password. Who among us is not irritated and fatigued with this practice? That seemingly small trick is designed to 1) soothe us into fantasies of privacy and 2) what one does, they all must do, an important and widespread law in the personal constitution of ladder-climbing scribes of code. Corporate media's screeching news stories advertise themselves wherever page space permits as well as report the same stories everyone else is putting out, usually with same, lame deviations from fact. Facts which they eventually, equally, iron out to resemble what they were supposed to say. I've been clicking them off as soon as I sense the ploy, no further proof of intent required. It makes readers feel like ducks bred for foie gras.
What they are doing has always been their ultimate goal from the time "news" transitioned from gossip to paid for with money, printed gossip. We do not get the same news unilaterally, we get tailored news. We are given the option to further the tailoring to fit a personality type their bots have decided we possess if they are so fortunate to have us actually subscribe. Imagine Scrooge McDuck rolling in his golden coin coffers while bots haul in the daily take. Heh, but while there are many McDucks, there are seven billion more quacking people, swallowing whole what is being stuffed down their throats.
People could easily fill up their most productive time online lost in the maze of this nonsense. It is just another effect of overpopulation, that social problem that has no remedy. The more Humans, the more everything. Its Present Shock. Hungry people vying for recognition and redemption, multiplying at an astonishing rate, regardless of happy talk statistics. What, are we not supposed to realize the greatest rape in the history of the Universe is going down as we continue as we are? And where we are has long moved beyond crazy. Makes you wanna weep.
Recall how you feel when someone tells you a lie. The trust is broken. And yet, they continue on as if you are stupid. Which is even worse... sometimes. Because when you are thought of as stupid, the truth is staring you in the gut. It is impossible to not see it. However, at the point of obvious over-saturation, they move on to something else, like junkies, ever seeking more and more powerful ladders to inflate their peer recognition.
By that time we also will have moved on. Its already happening. The history of Man is proof of the pudding. The lifeless, so-called dead planets, in whatever form life took, went down the same roads we travel, so very long ago we can't possibly imagine. We're just the latest kids on the block relearning the universal meaning of mortality.
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Thursday, July 07, 2016
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Raining in My Heart
And now, my dearest allies, those people who visit and leave a multitude of feelings, inspirations and personal thoughts and connections - for which I am always so grateful, people from near and far who read here for whatever reasons and leave without commenting, but take away something helpful or consoling with them on their journeys, we come together again because its time.
We are weak and on our knees simply trying to comprehend the accelerating suffering from coast to coast and country to country which, as we have known has been simmering for centuries and now reaches the boiling point.
Since I was a little yout, I never got the "why" part. Why beat down the downtrodden? Why create circumstances to deliberately divide us? Why make hard that which is naturally easy, what was it, what is it, they can't see? It follows, of course, that those early years would not have been smooth. But still, they formed me and were imbedded more deeply every single day in one way or another. My crime was holding ideals that differed radically from too many others' ideals, that is, if they held any genuine ideals at all.
I can't say I've changed much in that category. Truth always mattered more, although it commonly comes at a high price. One must be able to convince the medium from which truth comes to you that you will accept it with no repercussions, an impossible feat. The first repercussion is your normal curiosity for truth. And curiosity makes you think which makes you feel a way. It can not be helped.
I am sure anyone reading here already knew the repulsive truth about torture many years back. They thought we would forget it with the passing of time, our attention long diverted with school shootings, cyber hackings, privacy leaks and abject consumerism as if "all that was so then" in the same way Bill Cosby might think about his past behaviors. Only now we are presented with a damning report years after the fact and already its being run through the dairy queen dispener. Yes, its Christmas under the tree for the damage control industry which are as you know, ruthless professionals in Timing is Everything whose hands are permanently stained with the stigmata of global misery. Instead of apology they race to deny. They threw this report at us to get those criminal, lippy protestors to knock it off by shifting the spotlight. We're in Present Shock, remember? Where everything happens at once?
I can't breathe.
I want to speak to them directly and let them know WE can't breathe. We can't eat, we can't speak. We can't live, we can't weep because we know their stock in trade and brace ourselves while inside our tortured hearts we are praying they get hip.
But you know, they don't see it that way. They have a vision that they are untouchable, a uniquely superior example of our species, a more perfect person. So remarkably special, revered and powerful, so right, so clean in conscience, communication of any sort with the slightest potential truth might accidentally slip out is not allowed. It appears truth was made illegal and the ruling kept secret because damage management was on vacation in some private blackjack suite high above the golden avenues of Fat City.
The divide is wider than the distance between Mother Earth and Uranus which means it is extremely unlikely we will see any of these white face Ken dolls fess up and get with the program.
The program, (you know the program, you are the program) is and always has been DO NO HARM. There are a million, billion, trillion subheads under that title, including all sizes and manner of beautiful, truly Godly acts of compassion and seva.
I will make it simple for them by saying truthfully, all they have to do is recognize we are all one. Yes! Pan Species Diversity. Without the game, we're all the same. We breathe as one.
There is nothing, NOTHING, less than absolute ZERO, ever to be gained by allowing ignorant prejudice, vanity and testosterone fueled anguish to dictate action.
Raining in My Heart:
Post title from The Best of Slim Harpo
Excello Records, recorded: Crowley, Louisiana,
November 1960
Photo c. Yahoo/Pinterest
We are weak and on our knees simply trying to comprehend the accelerating suffering from coast to coast and country to country which, as we have known has been simmering for centuries and now reaches the boiling point.
Since I was a little yout, I never got the "why" part. Why beat down the downtrodden? Why create circumstances to deliberately divide us? Why make hard that which is naturally easy, what was it, what is it, they can't see? It follows, of course, that those early years would not have been smooth. But still, they formed me and were imbedded more deeply every single day in one way or another. My crime was holding ideals that differed radically from too many others' ideals, that is, if they held any genuine ideals at all.
I can't say I've changed much in that category. Truth always mattered more, although it commonly comes at a high price. One must be able to convince the medium from which truth comes to you that you will accept it with no repercussions, an impossible feat. The first repercussion is your normal curiosity for truth. And curiosity makes you think which makes you feel a way. It can not be helped.I am sure anyone reading here already knew the repulsive truth about torture many years back. They thought we would forget it with the passing of time, our attention long diverted with school shootings, cyber hackings, privacy leaks and abject consumerism as if "all that was so then" in the same way Bill Cosby might think about his past behaviors. Only now we are presented with a damning report years after the fact and already its being run through the dairy queen dispener. Yes, its Christmas under the tree for the damage control industry which are as you know, ruthless professionals in Timing is Everything whose hands are permanently stained with the stigmata of global misery. Instead of apology they race to deny. They threw this report at us to get those criminal, lippy protestors to knock it off by shifting the spotlight. We're in Present Shock, remember? Where everything happens at once?
I can't breathe.
I want to speak to them directly and let them know WE can't breathe. We can't eat, we can't speak. We can't live, we can't weep because we know their stock in trade and brace ourselves while inside our tortured hearts we are praying they get hip.
But you know, they don't see it that way. They have a vision that they are untouchable, a uniquely superior example of our species, a more perfect person. So remarkably special, revered and powerful, so right, so clean in conscience, communication of any sort with the slightest potential truth might accidentally slip out is not allowed. It appears truth was made illegal and the ruling kept secret because damage management was on vacation in some private blackjack suite high above the golden avenues of Fat City.
The divide is wider than the distance between Mother Earth and Uranus which means it is extremely unlikely we will see any of these white face Ken dolls fess up and get with the program.
The program, (you know the program, you are the program) is and always has been DO NO HARM. There are a million, billion, trillion subheads under that title, including all sizes and manner of beautiful, truly Godly acts of compassion and seva.
I will make it simple for them by saying truthfully, all they have to do is recognize we are all one. Yes! Pan Species Diversity. Without the game, we're all the same. We breathe as one.
There is nothing, NOTHING, less than absolute ZERO, ever to be gained by allowing ignorant prejudice, vanity and testosterone fueled anguish to dictate action.
Raining in My Heart:
Post title from The Best of Slim Harpo
Excello Records, recorded: Crowley, Louisiana,
November 1960
Photo c. Yahoo/Pinterest
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Phase II 2012 is over. Next?
Are you seeing any progress? At this time, that which we feel is
progress, although weakly discernible since we try hard to see
"something" in order for it all not to have been an all-encompassing
waste of a once good thing, is not progress acknowledged by the larger
community, it takes a train you know, mountains must move, a violent
punishing God must come down from the sky with his shepherds staff,
breathing fire with bands of angels ripping off the masks and costumes,
exposing the most intimate, naked fears of the paranoid human species.
God would herald the animals, the seas, the deserts and prairies, both
poles, the foliage and his supreme natural system ensuring once and for
all, they were understood to be his most pure, perfect creations, to be
celebrated and treasured for they make his projects run smoothy. Our
progress levels seem as slight acknowledgement of basic truth 101, there
are many more advanced studies to be undertaken, it furthers one to
cross the water. Basic truth 102 is good, but Basics 103 gets a little
slippery because of the commitment required to maintain previous
understandings while the class ventures out of doors blindfolded. One
person wears the blind, the other leads the way. That's the one where
we are forced to abandon fear and embrace trust and can go very wrong if
your trust has been misplaced. Fortunately, with God, the coursework
offers the solution which is to trust regardless because anyone reaching
level 103 is already on the same page as you are.
Are we waiting for God to visit? Not hardly. God is in us already, in the here and now. This idea of a visiting deity, akin to political candidates' whistle-stops, is shared by many faux religions and actually keeps God away, somewhere in a celestial palace, not available to stand on Earth and straighten out the turmoil in the way it appears to need, so it is that available self-serving rulers are appointed and reappointed, telling us they do God's work, which they cannot as is plainly obvious, yet the fundies persist in this conundrum replete with erasing Mother's history to the point logic and sensibility of their motivation is distorted as always happens when someone starts from the wrong premise. You cannot contemplate the Dharma without consciousness of that which was already here before mankind came along. WE are not an original species, we are a sort of byproduct of Apes, Apes are a far more realized species in comparison. We might have been their "services" sector because our dexterity proved capable of making tools and weaponry, but we were never decent helpers, always whining, grumbling, making deals behind the caves, cheating on the assignments, thinking our ways were better, that we were overall better beings than Apes, trading women in secret for the production of evermore skilled and creative offspring with which to overthrow the unpleasant circumstances of living without the luxuries the Apes seemingly enjoyed. Man dearly desired to conquer his lowly status as sub-Ape and systematically, unknown to the Apes who bore him, fed him, gave him reason to be and the freedom to develop his skills, and began the long ascent (a descent) to rise above the arrangement. This happened everywhere, almost simultaneously. This era can be called the birth of human evil. It was supplemented by a victory of sorts for Mankind so that he saw himself possessing great power over all. Recall it began with an accidental hybrid who to this day has still NOT earned the trust of the Animal Kingdom.
It is a cultivated occupatiom to let your mind travel and see where it goes. As you throw in memories of your truth-time online, the story begins to evolve onto a nonfiction mystery which will take you, very often, to what it was that really went down. As you know, one connection suddenly leads to another... and this "making of connections", be they local or far beyond the perimeter of your personal sphere, is the only kind of progress that ultimately matters.
* * *
In the process of thinking about trust, connections and progress, what we really need to talk about is fear in some of its most common manifestations. For those of you who missed the comments on the last essay, you would not know we are speaking of the Fear of Being Real. I will tell you right off, the more real you are the better your chances of survival anywhere, anytime. Life is not a cakewalk, we were put here to suffer in order to understand suffering. The Great Wall of Fear is one of the fundamentals of life, such as appendages and DNA. Attempting to break through the wall is one of the, if not THE, most difficult things we can do. There are quick ways to do it, but they are not as long lasting or life-impacting as doing it on your own without embellishments. Once you start however, even the smallest crack in the wall bears great fruit, call it beginner's luck. It will encourage you to try it again and again because the jewels of self-knowedge lying inside and the pasture of Universal Plenty on the other side, patiently wait for you to reach them. With each success you gleam brighter. There are many who only go so far and quit, thinking they've figured out all they need to get around it, fearing huge losses resulting from coming clean with themselves, their enablers and their followers also locked in lies. It is the Great Wall of Fear after all and it is fearsome indeed, those who don't make it would be the masses hard-wired into elaborate systems of false belief. An example would be that of someone who basically portrays themselves to themselves, and others, in the context of full-spectrum fabrication, 24/7. Do you know anyone like that? Although some people who have the most to fear will sometimes make the breakthrough, this rare occurrence happens only because living a lie-filled life includes a suffering that in its most unbearable moments overwhelms them, then compels them to seek another way of existence.
Some Top Fears in no particular order:
being unloved
loss of shelter
escalating the potential for violence
appearing stupid
being needy, hungry
loss of credibility
perceived as sloppy and careless
chosen to be an accidental enemy
penury
abuse
loneliness
being unjustly taken advantage of
And those are just common fears, not mine, maybe some were a long time ago, but fears I have witnessed over the recent past often enough to note these particular fears are usually the root behind otherwise inexplicable behavior. I'll be interested in hearing your lists. Some might interpret these fears as being mostly without physical pain, but the pain of suffering encompasses physical and intellectual pain, it can and will kill and/or destroy lives and create medical conditions often matching one's "worst" fear. The fear experienced typically in wanting to speak the truth but do not for fear listeners will discredit you and never again take you seriously is RAMPANT. It stings in your body, knots the gut. That kind of fear, BTW, is taught in kindergarten or earlier should one be so unfortunate as to be a product of abusive parenting. The way to break through that is to forgive and move on, carrying with you the lessons of support and compassion. When you examine the root, you are bringing fear to its logical dead end. The problem is in the examination, we must be motivated to uncover what fear tells us. Remember that every seemingly chaotic and cloudy event is fear based. Imagine multiples of fears cascading upon you all at once, there are people who love this state and others who will not tolerate it, seeing though the veils and incessantly backtracking for the cause. It is always startling to discover how routinely those fears listed above show themselves. Before 2012, of course we saw them, but in 2011 and further back, they were not nearly as stark as today, in the urban global marketplace where life depends on creative survival in spite of fear.
Large numbers of city dwellers are walking around with invisible bandaids over their fears instead of facing them. This is why wherever you have to go within a city, you are met with vast sinkholes absent human contact, the silent self of the stranger recoils from risking a glimpse of you in all your truth, as you find you are attempting to interact with a robot quoting from the employees manual. Nothing in these exchanges have any truth to them other than "yes" or "no". This means whenever we must be present in an urban setting for whatever reason it is within the quality of a movie, perhaps They Live, Wall Street, Death of a Salesman or Glengarry Glen Ross, a.k.a. "no one is home", because they are lost in their steamertrunk of fears, making it nearly impossible for you to accomplish whatever seemingly simple task you went there to achieve. The truth is never the fantasy.
It also means whenever you are among friends, it can be guaranteed some or one will fear your straightforward no-nonsense approach which unfortunately can sometimes translate into seeing your views rather unsymathetically. That usually happens among the kind who always have to be right as their drug of chioice - of which there are as many as there are psychopathies to hide them. Our recent favorite lesson stands: They-want-it-that-way. Well, fine, but the unconscious emotional trauma brought on by fear is a killer leaving untold collateral damage in its wake. Once it is clear to you that you are perceived as an enemy to the robot, which you cannot help but be - since your very presence brings up unconscious fears, intimdation, foreboding, suspicions, it is best to use simple, clear sentences and leave quickly. It is likely you have nothing at all to do with somone else's baggage, so be kind, be geniune and brief.
Afterwards, when you are far away, back in your own comfort zone, you might feel sad their lives were lost while they were still living. I blame these fears on childhood abuse and/or a childhood surrounded with the same fears we are talking about, as if the child sponge fully absorbed those very same fears squeezing the life out of the adults even before the child was able to name sunshine and rain. I've heard it happens in the womb or for that matter in conception. Think about it. Work to overcome it.
Related: Visible Origami:
"... What is going on? What is going on? What is not going on? Why do we walk around massive lies that we know to be massive lies and are indifferent to this? Why do we carry the truth around with us and are indifferent to it? Fear plays a great part in all of this. We fear exposing the existence of the lies to ourselves. ..."
Are we waiting for God to visit? Not hardly. God is in us already, in the here and now. This idea of a visiting deity, akin to political candidates' whistle-stops, is shared by many faux religions and actually keeps God away, somewhere in a celestial palace, not available to stand on Earth and straighten out the turmoil in the way it appears to need, so it is that available self-serving rulers are appointed and reappointed, telling us they do God's work, which they cannot as is plainly obvious, yet the fundies persist in this conundrum replete with erasing Mother's history to the point logic and sensibility of their motivation is distorted as always happens when someone starts from the wrong premise. You cannot contemplate the Dharma without consciousness of that which was already here before mankind came along. WE are not an original species, we are a sort of byproduct of Apes, Apes are a far more realized species in comparison. We might have been their "services" sector because our dexterity proved capable of making tools and weaponry, but we were never decent helpers, always whining, grumbling, making deals behind the caves, cheating on the assignments, thinking our ways were better, that we were overall better beings than Apes, trading women in secret for the production of evermore skilled and creative offspring with which to overthrow the unpleasant circumstances of living without the luxuries the Apes seemingly enjoyed. Man dearly desired to conquer his lowly status as sub-Ape and systematically, unknown to the Apes who bore him, fed him, gave him reason to be and the freedom to develop his skills, and began the long ascent (a descent) to rise above the arrangement. This happened everywhere, almost simultaneously. This era can be called the birth of human evil. It was supplemented by a victory of sorts for Mankind so that he saw himself possessing great power over all. Recall it began with an accidental hybrid who to this day has still NOT earned the trust of the Animal Kingdom.
It is a cultivated occupatiom to let your mind travel and see where it goes. As you throw in memories of your truth-time online, the story begins to evolve onto a nonfiction mystery which will take you, very often, to what it was that really went down. As you know, one connection suddenly leads to another... and this "making of connections", be they local or far beyond the perimeter of your personal sphere, is the only kind of progress that ultimately matters.
* * *
In the process of thinking about trust, connections and progress, what we really need to talk about is fear in some of its most common manifestations. For those of you who missed the comments on the last essay, you would not know we are speaking of the Fear of Being Real. I will tell you right off, the more real you are the better your chances of survival anywhere, anytime. Life is not a cakewalk, we were put here to suffer in order to understand suffering. The Great Wall of Fear is one of the fundamentals of life, such as appendages and DNA. Attempting to break through the wall is one of the, if not THE, most difficult things we can do. There are quick ways to do it, but they are not as long lasting or life-impacting as doing it on your own without embellishments. Once you start however, even the smallest crack in the wall bears great fruit, call it beginner's luck. It will encourage you to try it again and again because the jewels of self-knowedge lying inside and the pasture of Universal Plenty on the other side, patiently wait for you to reach them. With each success you gleam brighter. There are many who only go so far and quit, thinking they've figured out all they need to get around it, fearing huge losses resulting from coming clean with themselves, their enablers and their followers also locked in lies. It is the Great Wall of Fear after all and it is fearsome indeed, those who don't make it would be the masses hard-wired into elaborate systems of false belief. An example would be that of someone who basically portrays themselves to themselves, and others, in the context of full-spectrum fabrication, 24/7. Do you know anyone like that? Although some people who have the most to fear will sometimes make the breakthrough, this rare occurrence happens only because living a lie-filled life includes a suffering that in its most unbearable moments overwhelms them, then compels them to seek another way of existence.
Some Top Fears in no particular order:
being unloved
loss of shelter
escalating the potential for violence
appearing stupid
being needy, hungry
loss of credibility
perceived as sloppy and careless
chosen to be an accidental enemy
penury
abuse
loneliness
being unjustly taken advantage of
And those are just common fears, not mine, maybe some were a long time ago, but fears I have witnessed over the recent past often enough to note these particular fears are usually the root behind otherwise inexplicable behavior. I'll be interested in hearing your lists. Some might interpret these fears as being mostly without physical pain, but the pain of suffering encompasses physical and intellectual pain, it can and will kill and/or destroy lives and create medical conditions often matching one's "worst" fear. The fear experienced typically in wanting to speak the truth but do not for fear listeners will discredit you and never again take you seriously is RAMPANT. It stings in your body, knots the gut. That kind of fear, BTW, is taught in kindergarten or earlier should one be so unfortunate as to be a product of abusive parenting. The way to break through that is to forgive and move on, carrying with you the lessons of support and compassion. When you examine the root, you are bringing fear to its logical dead end. The problem is in the examination, we must be motivated to uncover what fear tells us. Remember that every seemingly chaotic and cloudy event is fear based. Imagine multiples of fears cascading upon you all at once, there are people who love this state and others who will not tolerate it, seeing though the veils and incessantly backtracking for the cause. It is always startling to discover how routinely those fears listed above show themselves. Before 2012, of course we saw them, but in 2011 and further back, they were not nearly as stark as today, in the urban global marketplace where life depends on creative survival in spite of fear.
Large numbers of city dwellers are walking around with invisible bandaids over their fears instead of facing them. This is why wherever you have to go within a city, you are met with vast sinkholes absent human contact, the silent self of the stranger recoils from risking a glimpse of you in all your truth, as you find you are attempting to interact with a robot quoting from the employees manual. Nothing in these exchanges have any truth to them other than "yes" or "no". This means whenever we must be present in an urban setting for whatever reason it is within the quality of a movie, perhaps They Live, Wall Street, Death of a Salesman or Glengarry Glen Ross, a.k.a. "no one is home", because they are lost in their steamertrunk of fears, making it nearly impossible for you to accomplish whatever seemingly simple task you went there to achieve. The truth is never the fantasy.
It also means whenever you are among friends, it can be guaranteed some or one will fear your straightforward no-nonsense approach which unfortunately can sometimes translate into seeing your views rather unsymathetically. That usually happens among the kind who always have to be right as their drug of chioice - of which there are as many as there are psychopathies to hide them. Our recent favorite lesson stands: They-want-it-that-way. Well, fine, but the unconscious emotional trauma brought on by fear is a killer leaving untold collateral damage in its wake. Once it is clear to you that you are perceived as an enemy to the robot, which you cannot help but be - since your very presence brings up unconscious fears, intimdation, foreboding, suspicions, it is best to use simple, clear sentences and leave quickly. It is likely you have nothing at all to do with somone else's baggage, so be kind, be geniune and brief.
Afterwards, when you are far away, back in your own comfort zone, you might feel sad their lives were lost while they were still living. I blame these fears on childhood abuse and/or a childhood surrounded with the same fears we are talking about, as if the child sponge fully absorbed those very same fears squeezing the life out of the adults even before the child was able to name sunshine and rain. I've heard it happens in the womb or for that matter in conception. Think about it. Work to overcome it.
Related: Visible Origami:
"... What is going on? What is going on? What is not going on? Why do we walk around massive lies that we know to be massive lies and are indifferent to this? Why do we carry the truth around with us and are indifferent to it? Fear plays a great part in all of this. We fear exposing the existence of the lies to ourselves. ..."
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
Friday, June 03, 2011
Lighting the Pyre: a portrait in child abuse
A rather perfect metaphor for the state of our new national lifestyle happens to be playing out at this very moment under the noses of one of the largest gatherings of tabloidiers in America's favorite conference city, Orlando. Yes, its the sad, sorry show trial of "Tot Mom", Casey Anthony. Since the OJ freeway chase, these trials have become commercially sponsored circuses where every irrelevant detail is allowed a full day, often weeks, in sideshows where everyone who is someone presses or is pressured repeatedly to resolve actually nothing. It seems in this latest Orlando tent revival encircled with news caravans swaying to the chorus of death penalty, cold blooded monster, spiteful bitch, etc, nowhere is there mention of a father for the dead child. You'll have to think about that one, and when you do, it will remind you of a swirling Twilight Zone vortex sucking you far, far down the rabbit hole into long and winding secret tunnels, each of them detours and cul de sacs lined with casinos, choir boys, Super 8's and fast food chains. Mind you, I pay attention to this trial reluctantly. Our old friend Pirate Rick once said about these things, its like trying not to look at a horrible car accident... as you inch by in first gear under direction from the highway patrol.
Ahem, cough cough, and how is that different from the general state of affairs?
This Tot Mom story is interesting because the seriously damaged defendant on trial for murder simply cannot speak truthfully on any issue at all. That she cannot tell the truth about ANYthing, many unrelated or very much related witnesses on the stand can lie and walk free since next to Tot Mom, everyone else testifying appears innocent and is excused from guilt. If you have a chance to see this girl in action what you are seeing is an extraordinarily advanced product of civilization in disaster, a modern day dysfunctional family up to their eyeballs in abuse. The upbringing of such a defendant becomes obvious as the storyline continues to guarantee further depletion of Floridian taxpayers pockets. I give this one months in the oven and even then nothing about the story is obvious for the obvious here is what is brazenly ignored in favor of execution. It is this summer's Coliseum act. Glancing at the MSM sites tells us it is a ratings smash. You have to imagine there are more than a few swaps riding on the verdict.
Let's see, if you were beaten to a pulp as a child you would soon learn to lie about whatever it was that caused the beatings. Let's say the infractions were always minor, like not making your bed or keeping your drawers neat enough, and let's say it made no difference, minor infractions were treated as serious criminal offense each and every time without regard to degree of the offense, eventually a child adapts themselves for survival by distorting any truth in order to escape punishment. Now, imagine both parents of such a child never spoke truthfully either, that every word was a denial of responsibility through subterfuge and little coalitions agreeing with one another's fabrications on every single issue that came along, even that of being fully unable to cancel an appointment without spinning a web of transparent and complicated whoppers. Remarkably, this upside down and backwards family receives the kiss of lily whiteness while Tot Mom becomes further separated from the world of the living. And yet, nothing to date has come up that in any way resembles truth. It is as if the jury is deaf and blind and the prosecution's vampire fangs drip blood on the industrial carpet of modern justice's architectural flooring. This event is of course only one of many more to come as technology partners with the global economy to stay high on the Forbes list with all the extreme and previously unimaginable tortures reducing world population to a more manageable size and expense, simultaneously producing glowing quarterly growth reports.
One item of note in this bloodthirsty carnival that evades discussion concerns the father of the dead toddler. Um, where is he? Who is he? Why is he never mentioned? Its a simple question, isn't it. Perhaps something was said before I looked behind the pulpit? Its possible, in fact you may wonder how I could be posting about this trial at all. No problem, the Fireteacher is the TV guy here, I pass through the room where he watches hundreds of times a day in my position as friend doing my chores of support, and whatever is blaring on the box meets my ears, like it or not, if anything it stimulates the aura of ambient anguish. One could fall into compete spiritual fulfillment without the grinding vocals of analysts analyzing computer generated news because the Internet killed the physical papers and they had to make up the loss keyboarding in ones and zeros like everybody else if they were going to keep up appearances as vitally important to global economic growth in transition. (Cough, cough, must be getting a cold ...) The longer the Apocalypse stretches out, the more variations of dysfunction come into the spotlight. The more absurd the circus acts, drunken, oxycodoned, opiated and chloroformed to both seller and buyer, the more fantastic these distortions of reality become and there my friends, lies our true growth as a species, giving willing and gutturally brazen acceptance to Orwellian mass hatred by the numbers and again, it appears a smash.
Yesterday morning as I was leashing little Bernie for his stroll, the squawk box attached to a satellite network was trembling with cartoon lightening zig zags concerning a controversy between political analysts having to do with a few states' new plan to drug test food stamp recipients. Maybe they should take a poll among the African Americans in Oakland to see how well that might work out as a clever cost cutting measure to trim the deficit? And, btw, can anyone tell me what we are doing in Afghanistan?
There was a time not too long ago, black gold was all the talk, but no more. Its got lots of company as the land melts away under mining wastewater and radiation encircles the globe, this must be what it is like to smother slowly inside a bank vault.
Back to the trial, children are sponges, they take on their parents patterns helped along with more advanced patterns of the same behaviors as they mature and observe. Try to keep that in mind when you run into denial. Denial is not a genetic trait, it is a learned self-preservation strategy. Ideally, humans should not be forced to deny anything, but as technology advances, lies become ubiquitous because every aspect of the greater denial is charted for approval and receiving high marks for complete, multi-tiered, tinseled fabrications such as the recent resurrection of Osama. High approval ratings equate to big investments which benefits ... oh, guess who.
Tot Mom's entire family is hiding a horrible secret. So noxious is the truth behind this story, they are willing to crucify each other on the stand before revealing anything even hinting at this secret which of course, they are sworn to do under oath. Since 2008, they've continued the charade of forthright honesty all the while building walls of deceit to protect that which they are loathe to utter and yet, having lost a granddaughter, the life of their only daughter/sister is thrown under the bus to protect their magazine image, their collective representative-selves, rather than see the remainder of their days on Earth tarnished with the ugly stain of perversion and abuse. No doubt the truth will come out one day, but possibly not in time to save Casey from execution. It is a shame to watch these characters portray the drama mirrored daily in political life, the corporatocracy and its filthy policies, foreign and otherwise, which regularly throw entire populations under the bus as well. Post traumatic shock, dysfunctional leadership and the abuses they perpetrate always make a delicate situation worse with after-effects trickling down wherever exists the path of least resistance - among the innocent, the unaware, the suffering, denied the God-given right to flower into maturity, instead forced to shrivel under the boot. What we find ultimately repulsive are the crowds pointing and shouting blame while possessing no insight into how these situations come to pass or what they portend for our shared futures.
Update: As I ready this post for publication, the trial pundits seem to have taken a new twist, CNN is actually arguing over Tot Mom as traumatized victim of sexual abuse by her solid citizen father, former police officer, but will it stick or be shouted down by the hungry crowds thrilling to the circus? We might know by the time the next "giving" season rolls around - or not. A this point, it would not be out of the ballpark to say this particular circus has real potential for indefinite repeats as the subjects under examination take the broken middle class off the pages of human history forever.
Ahem, cough cough, and how is that different from the general state of affairs?
This Tot Mom story is interesting because the seriously damaged defendant on trial for murder simply cannot speak truthfully on any issue at all. That she cannot tell the truth about ANYthing, many unrelated or very much related witnesses on the stand can lie and walk free since next to Tot Mom, everyone else testifying appears innocent and is excused from guilt. If you have a chance to see this girl in action what you are seeing is an extraordinarily advanced product of civilization in disaster, a modern day dysfunctional family up to their eyeballs in abuse. The upbringing of such a defendant becomes obvious as the storyline continues to guarantee further depletion of Floridian taxpayers pockets. I give this one months in the oven and even then nothing about the story is obvious for the obvious here is what is brazenly ignored in favor of execution. It is this summer's Coliseum act. Glancing at the MSM sites tells us it is a ratings smash. You have to imagine there are more than a few swaps riding on the verdict.
Let's see, if you were beaten to a pulp as a child you would soon learn to lie about whatever it was that caused the beatings. Let's say the infractions were always minor, like not making your bed or keeping your drawers neat enough, and let's say it made no difference, minor infractions were treated as serious criminal offense each and every time without regard to degree of the offense, eventually a child adapts themselves for survival by distorting any truth in order to escape punishment. Now, imagine both parents of such a child never spoke truthfully either, that every word was a denial of responsibility through subterfuge and little coalitions agreeing with one another's fabrications on every single issue that came along, even that of being fully unable to cancel an appointment without spinning a web of transparent and complicated whoppers. Remarkably, this upside down and backwards family receives the kiss of lily whiteness while Tot Mom becomes further separated from the world of the living. And yet, nothing to date has come up that in any way resembles truth. It is as if the jury is deaf and blind and the prosecution's vampire fangs drip blood on the industrial carpet of modern justice's architectural flooring. This event is of course only one of many more to come as technology partners with the global economy to stay high on the Forbes list with all the extreme and previously unimaginable tortures reducing world population to a more manageable size and expense, simultaneously producing glowing quarterly growth reports.
One item of note in this bloodthirsty carnival that evades discussion concerns the father of the dead toddler. Um, where is he? Who is he? Why is he never mentioned? Its a simple question, isn't it. Perhaps something was said before I looked behind the pulpit? Its possible, in fact you may wonder how I could be posting about this trial at all. No problem, the Fireteacher is the TV guy here, I pass through the room where he watches hundreds of times a day in my position as friend doing my chores of support, and whatever is blaring on the box meets my ears, like it or not, if anything it stimulates the aura of ambient anguish. One could fall into compete spiritual fulfillment without the grinding vocals of analysts analyzing computer generated news because the Internet killed the physical papers and they had to make up the loss keyboarding in ones and zeros like everybody else if they were going to keep up appearances as vitally important to global economic growth in transition. (Cough, cough, must be getting a cold ...) The longer the Apocalypse stretches out, the more variations of dysfunction come into the spotlight. The more absurd the circus acts, drunken, oxycodoned, opiated and chloroformed to both seller and buyer, the more fantastic these distortions of reality become and there my friends, lies our true growth as a species, giving willing and gutturally brazen acceptance to Orwellian mass hatred by the numbers and again, it appears a smash.
Yesterday morning as I was leashing little Bernie for his stroll, the squawk box attached to a satellite network was trembling with cartoon lightening zig zags concerning a controversy between political analysts having to do with a few states' new plan to drug test food stamp recipients. Maybe they should take a poll among the African Americans in Oakland to see how well that might work out as a clever cost cutting measure to trim the deficit? And, btw, can anyone tell me what we are doing in Afghanistan?
There was a time not too long ago, black gold was all the talk, but no more. Its got lots of company as the land melts away under mining wastewater and radiation encircles the globe, this must be what it is like to smother slowly inside a bank vault.
Back to the trial, children are sponges, they take on their parents patterns helped along with more advanced patterns of the same behaviors as they mature and observe. Try to keep that in mind when you run into denial. Denial is not a genetic trait, it is a learned self-preservation strategy. Ideally, humans should not be forced to deny anything, but as technology advances, lies become ubiquitous because every aspect of the greater denial is charted for approval and receiving high marks for complete, multi-tiered, tinseled fabrications such as the recent resurrection of Osama. High approval ratings equate to big investments which benefits ... oh, guess who.
Tot Mom's entire family is hiding a horrible secret. So noxious is the truth behind this story, they are willing to crucify each other on the stand before revealing anything even hinting at this secret which of course, they are sworn to do under oath. Since 2008, they've continued the charade of forthright honesty all the while building walls of deceit to protect that which they are loathe to utter and yet, having lost a granddaughter, the life of their only daughter/sister is thrown under the bus to protect their magazine image, their collective representative-selves, rather than see the remainder of their days on Earth tarnished with the ugly stain of perversion and abuse. No doubt the truth will come out one day, but possibly not in time to save Casey from execution. It is a shame to watch these characters portray the drama mirrored daily in political life, the corporatocracy and its filthy policies, foreign and otherwise, which regularly throw entire populations under the bus as well. Post traumatic shock, dysfunctional leadership and the abuses they perpetrate always make a delicate situation worse with after-effects trickling down wherever exists the path of least resistance - among the innocent, the unaware, the suffering, denied the God-given right to flower into maturity, instead forced to shrivel under the boot. What we find ultimately repulsive are the crowds pointing and shouting blame while possessing no insight into how these situations come to pass or what they portend for our shared futures.
Update: As I ready this post for publication, the trial pundits seem to have taken a new twist, CNN is actually arguing over Tot Mom as traumatized victim of sexual abuse by her solid citizen father, former police officer, but will it stick or be shouted down by the hungry crowds thrilling to the circus? We might know by the time the next "giving" season rolls around - or not. A this point, it would not be out of the ballpark to say this particular circus has real potential for indefinite repeats as the subjects under examination take the broken middle class off the pages of human history forever.
Monday, May 02, 2011
It does not further one to cross the water
We have a few new links brought to us from Charles in the Free Never Overdue Library over there on the left, please take some time to digest them. A big Thank You to Charles.
So now, it looks like we'll be leaving the Middle East having accomplished the stated objective. Perhaps this objective is included in the Status of Forces agreement with Iraq, and perhaps there never was a SOFA at all. And certainly, we can expect what is left of our weary troops to come home from Afghanistan, right, with their bodies and minds intact since PTSD will soon be a fading footnote in the Diagnostics Manual. And we'll have no more terror talk and idiots on planes doing weird things with their underwear and shoes, so TSA will be furloughing the gropers, right? Did Saddam even know Obama, I mean Osama? One thing is for sure, there will be no more fake Osama videos. Whew. Can Nick Berg come home now? There is one burning question we all need to ask at this time given all the bs that has taken over our lovely planet and that would be Did they hate us for our bank robbers? Heh, you bet cuz the robber barons know nothing of sovereignty.
Writing the blog today is a lot like the end of the year high school yearbook signing fest where everyone tries to nutshell what took place and how much their friendships kept them mentally stable during those times. Your closest friends were allowed to take up a whole page, the more full page memories you collected, the more popular you were. Since popularity is definitely not the objective here, we won't go into all the misery and mischief that has gone down since the towers blew, you are living through the aftermath already. You want to scream, fine by me. You want to cry too? Have a tissue.
If ever you are going to deliberately lie, you need to have an ironclad alibi without holes otherwise someone will figure it out. The problem we are looking at today is lies were told, so many that the liars lost track, got cocky and left gaping craters which immediately were filled by willing loyalists who only created greater caverns of disbelief continuing to remind the victim/shil/mark/you that the string of nonsense produced was just that, nonsense, especially as people were labeled with nonsense terms such as nine eleven enthusiasts, a rather nasty swipe reminiscent of much older ones, nigger lover and close kin to injun lover, updated today to tree hugger, peacenik, pothead and doomer. My friends, have we any skin left that has not been burned, stung, smarting still as loss grows exponentially into greater and greater loss? We stand naked before it, the united federal lying machine, an entity with one sole intention which is to erase anyone who does not go along with the program and worse, anyone who is unable, especially for all the reasons created to keep us never, ever examining holes, buy into the program. What can sweatshop slaves buy into anyway?
We want to ask, hey, what happened? All THAT for what?
Yes, we're back bobbing on the waves in sight of land we'll never reach in Stephen Crane's The Open Boat, we came so far, suffered so deeply, loved so dearly, endured and lost so much ... all for THIS? More than a freekin' decade of that and now this? Get real! Such horrors we would not wish upon our worst enemy, if we had any enemies. We do however, have deviants among us that do wish such things, painstakingly plan and live for the moment to carry them out. Here is your news sir, the lie is over, I am sorry for you because you have no reason any longer to thrive in your deviation. We have instead a series of real life disasters taking place in front of our very eyes and now you must redirect your attentions which means many of you will have nothing to do at all since solving the problems of the suffering is not part of the personal makeup of your representative-selves of whom you are held hijack. You will have gazillionz of trillions coming in now to fix our little oil dilemma, hopefully you will not pretend you misspoke about hologram Osama's instant sea splash and keep kicking the resource rich nations in the groin, assassinating their children, their blood seed, running the old regime change hustle on sovereign peoples, dragging NATO along where it was not officially empowered to assist. We can hope, but you will do what you will do. That is who you are.
You are known by what you do.
The supposed death of the supposed cult leader will change nothing except to further reveal the extent of the disruptive and diversionary psychosis that grips westerners. This latest has everything to do with keeping afloat multilayered fabrications designed to bestow personhood on the global sucking vampires who are not persons at all. They must at all costs keep their failing Ken doll twirling in his executive swivel chair rather than let some over-rich, balding, Chateaubrianded version of Rev. Terry Jones as a rug-headed TV personality realign the people's perceptions yet again. Further, they absolutely require the gods of hyper-jibberish to continue waxing on the hallelujah recovery in order for all of us to reawaken our diminished senses of need and gas it over to the nearest Wal*Mart to consume nonstop at the nonsense trough.
For an interesting mental exercise, imagine the amount of advance coordinated planning that went into gathering thousands of fresh-faced subteens together in front of the cameras, all of whom strangely appeared at first glance to be celebrating Mardi Gras, gushing in glee over the news the old evil hologram met his demise, much the same as if Sukie, the waitress fairy, put an end once and for all to the True Blood leeches.
Now imagine this: The time came the slaves no longer needed the whip for they knew their place well and knew there would be no escape for the remainder of their miserable days on Earth.
So much tragedy barely holding together a weakened, beaten, downgraded infrastructure and disgruntled populace. We could have skipped it entirely and just gotten down to work. Think of what beneficent wonders could have been accomplished during a whole decade had it not been for the neoCons' deathmatch journey into Nevernever Land. Instead, we could be this very day supporting something such as a global Earth-friendly volunteer association open to every nation, developing and otherwise, for sharing resources while simultaneously cooperating with all educational and scientific institutions in discovery and implementation of sustainable systems for poison free agriculture and healthy alternatives to factory farming and slaughter of livestock, realistically addressing the limits of the planet as finite and dealing humanely with overpopulation through multitudes of small and local enlightenment programs which include safe and freely distributed birth control.
We will not be participating in anything remotely as necessary as you can plainly see since baldfaced lying is still perceived as the only way to advance the insatiable hunger of imperialism, which in itself is nothing but covetous, outright theft when you lift away the altruistic veil. A veil which you may have noticed, isn't fooling any of the victim/shil/sufferers/you or me or anybody, anywhere. Thus we get this shabby little Osama story thrown at us interspersed with hundreds of other shabby little stories as if the dumbdown stage was just one of many checklist missions accomplished.
Truly, it makes you wonder what pact with the devil was made to get that which was perceived as so necessary.
Thus, we continue on the treadmill of zero resolution while repeating all the same tired mistakes which brought us to this point of collapse. Abusing Nature and her creations, rampant, heedlessly warring wherever the natural inhabitant species have been intentionally weakened over time, dispossessed and disoriented. We will go on as we are, awakening each day to incessant distortions and deformities of species behavior, including that of the human species, corralled and broken down into levels of useful servitude or slaughter, and all of it for one disgusting, egregious reason, that no thinking person discover the truth behind the greatest and greediest lies since all of recorded history. This is why there will be no repair, the damage done and damage to come is too great. When something this severe occurs, you must go back to the beginning and start anew, something which will never be considered in the program since what we are talking about is comedy for the annual Correspondents Dinner.
Centuries ago when the idea for this experiment towards a better life was undertaken, how many signed on to get away from exactly that which continues unabated and exaggerated today? It does not further one to cross the waters because the same and worse exists on the other side. There is only one safe haven and it is not here, it will only appear before you when the time is right.
How can the time possibly be right today while we measure radiation clouds and the Gulf floor steadily, irreparably, seeps dark, deadly grease destroying any possibility of renewal? Have they yet tasted corexit in Niger?
More on the subject, and don't miss the comments:
Exit the Excuse ... But Elites Insist Their Wars Must Go On
OSAMA BIN LADEN
And my favorite new phrase: Managed Perception. Wow, that's just like managed care or debt management or anger management. Everything must be managed now, you know. Otherwise, things might take their natural course and that is hmmmm, extremely dangerous.
When Does "Managed Perception" Become Reality? Note that Charles never mentions Osama, but he doesn't have to. All of it is related as our frequent readers know only too well.
So now, it looks like we'll be leaving the Middle East having accomplished the stated objective. Perhaps this objective is included in the Status of Forces agreement with Iraq, and perhaps there never was a SOFA at all. And certainly, we can expect what is left of our weary troops to come home from Afghanistan, right, with their bodies and minds intact since PTSD will soon be a fading footnote in the Diagnostics Manual. And we'll have no more terror talk and idiots on planes doing weird things with their underwear and shoes, so TSA will be furloughing the gropers, right? Did Saddam even know Obama, I mean Osama? One thing is for sure, there will be no more fake Osama videos. Whew. Can Nick Berg come home now? There is one burning question we all need to ask at this time given all the bs that has taken over our lovely planet and that would be Did they hate us for our bank robbers? Heh, you bet cuz the robber barons know nothing of sovereignty.
Writing the blog today is a lot like the end of the year high school yearbook signing fest where everyone tries to nutshell what took place and how much their friendships kept them mentally stable during those times. Your closest friends were allowed to take up a whole page, the more full page memories you collected, the more popular you were. Since popularity is definitely not the objective here, we won't go into all the misery and mischief that has gone down since the towers blew, you are living through the aftermath already. You want to scream, fine by me. You want to cry too? Have a tissue.
If ever you are going to deliberately lie, you need to have an ironclad alibi without holes otherwise someone will figure it out. The problem we are looking at today is lies were told, so many that the liars lost track, got cocky and left gaping craters which immediately were filled by willing loyalists who only created greater caverns of disbelief continuing to remind the victim/shil/mark/you that the string of nonsense produced was just that, nonsense, especially as people were labeled with nonsense terms such as nine eleven enthusiasts, a rather nasty swipe reminiscent of much older ones, nigger lover and close kin to injun lover, updated today to tree hugger, peacenik, pothead and doomer. My friends, have we any skin left that has not been burned, stung, smarting still as loss grows exponentially into greater and greater loss? We stand naked before it, the united federal lying machine, an entity with one sole intention which is to erase anyone who does not go along with the program and worse, anyone who is unable, especially for all the reasons created to keep us never, ever examining holes, buy into the program. What can sweatshop slaves buy into anyway?
We want to ask, hey, what happened? All THAT for what?
I'm fond of Stephen Crane's short story The Open Boat written during an especially dark literary period termed Modernism and published in 1898. You should read it through and if you do, you will remember it for the remainder of your days. It is brief and appropriate for these times:..."If I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?"...In other words, and you will be doing that all the way through this timeless work and again as it reinforces itself repeatedly in human interactions: have we come so far, suffered so deeply, loved so dearly, endured torture and needless oppression beyond all reason, all for nothing?... What plan? June 2010 archives
Yes, we're back bobbing on the waves in sight of land we'll never reach in Stephen Crane's The Open Boat, we came so far, suffered so deeply, loved so dearly, endured and lost so much ... all for THIS? More than a freekin' decade of that and now this? Get real! Such horrors we would not wish upon our worst enemy, if we had any enemies. We do however, have deviants among us that do wish such things, painstakingly plan and live for the moment to carry them out. Here is your news sir, the lie is over, I am sorry for you because you have no reason any longer to thrive in your deviation. We have instead a series of real life disasters taking place in front of our very eyes and now you must redirect your attentions which means many of you will have nothing to do at all since solving the problems of the suffering is not part of the personal makeup of your representative-selves of whom you are held hijack. You will have gazillionz of trillions coming in now to fix our little oil dilemma, hopefully you will not pretend you misspoke about hologram Osama's instant sea splash and keep kicking the resource rich nations in the groin, assassinating their children, their blood seed, running the old regime change hustle on sovereign peoples, dragging NATO along where it was not officially empowered to assist. We can hope, but you will do what you will do. That is who you are.
You are known by what you do.
The supposed death of the supposed cult leader will change nothing except to further reveal the extent of the disruptive and diversionary psychosis that grips westerners. This latest has everything to do with keeping afloat multilayered fabrications designed to bestow personhood on the global sucking vampires who are not persons at all. They must at all costs keep their failing Ken doll twirling in his executive swivel chair rather than let some over-rich, balding, Chateaubrianded version of Rev. Terry Jones as a rug-headed TV personality realign the people's perceptions yet again. Further, they absolutely require the gods of hyper-jibberish to continue waxing on the hallelujah recovery in order for all of us to reawaken our diminished senses of need and gas it over to the nearest Wal*Mart to consume nonstop at the nonsense trough.
For an interesting mental exercise, imagine the amount of advance coordinated planning that went into gathering thousands of fresh-faced subteens together in front of the cameras, all of whom strangely appeared at first glance to be celebrating Mardi Gras, gushing in glee over the news the old evil hologram met his demise, much the same as if Sukie, the waitress fairy, put an end once and for all to the True Blood leeches.
Now imagine this: The time came the slaves no longer needed the whip for they knew their place well and knew there would be no escape for the remainder of their miserable days on Earth.
So much tragedy barely holding together a weakened, beaten, downgraded infrastructure and disgruntled populace. We could have skipped it entirely and just gotten down to work. Think of what beneficent wonders could have been accomplished during a whole decade had it not been for the neoCons' deathmatch journey into Nevernever Land. Instead, we could be this very day supporting something such as a global Earth-friendly volunteer association open to every nation, developing and otherwise, for sharing resources while simultaneously cooperating with all educational and scientific institutions in discovery and implementation of sustainable systems for poison free agriculture and healthy alternatives to factory farming and slaughter of livestock, realistically addressing the limits of the planet as finite and dealing humanely with overpopulation through multitudes of small and local enlightenment programs which include safe and freely distributed birth control.
We will not be participating in anything remotely as necessary as you can plainly see since baldfaced lying is still perceived as the only way to advance the insatiable hunger of imperialism, which in itself is nothing but covetous, outright theft when you lift away the altruistic veil. A veil which you may have noticed, isn't fooling any of the victim/shil/sufferers/you or me or anybody, anywhere. Thus we get this shabby little Osama story thrown at us interspersed with hundreds of other shabby little stories as if the dumbdown stage was just one of many checklist missions accomplished.
Truly, it makes you wonder what pact with the devil was made to get that which was perceived as so necessary.
Thus, we continue on the treadmill of zero resolution while repeating all the same tired mistakes which brought us to this point of collapse. Abusing Nature and her creations, rampant, heedlessly warring wherever the natural inhabitant species have been intentionally weakened over time, dispossessed and disoriented. We will go on as we are, awakening each day to incessant distortions and deformities of species behavior, including that of the human species, corralled and broken down into levels of useful servitude or slaughter, and all of it for one disgusting, egregious reason, that no thinking person discover the truth behind the greatest and greediest lies since all of recorded history. This is why there will be no repair, the damage done and damage to come is too great. When something this severe occurs, you must go back to the beginning and start anew, something which will never be considered in the program since what we are talking about is comedy for the annual Correspondents Dinner.
Centuries ago when the idea for this experiment towards a better life was undertaken, how many signed on to get away from exactly that which continues unabated and exaggerated today? It does not further one to cross the waters because the same and worse exists on the other side. There is only one safe haven and it is not here, it will only appear before you when the time is right.
How can the time possibly be right today while we measure radiation clouds and the Gulf floor steadily, irreparably, seeps dark, deadly grease destroying any possibility of renewal? Have they yet tasted corexit in Niger?
More on the subject, and don't miss the comments:
OSAMA BIN LADEN
And my favorite new phrase: Managed Perception. Wow, that's just like managed care or debt management or anger management. Everything must be managed now, you know. Otherwise, things might take their natural course and that is hmmmm, extremely dangerous.
When Does "Managed Perception" Become Reality? Note that Charles never mentions Osama, but he doesn't have to. All of it is related as our frequent readers know only too well.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Listening to the wind
Flying in the very face of spectacular, breath-taking, unimaginable-if-you-aren't-in-it, triple whammy catastrophe, the Wetiko-infected push for more guaranteed disaster. What does this say? Have they not by now read any news, seen a TV, been party to a press conference, spoken with or heard another suit hand-wringing over le conversation du jour? Not at all, they are busy showing off their spoils, ordering around the staff, meeting heart attack inducing deadlines por nada, slamming china coffee cups on the inlaid ceramic tile imported sideways from East Asia, I don't care what it costs dammit, they fail to notice when the radiation level creeps between the sheets. That multiples of thousands are already dead or dying, dispossessed and locked into sure contamination, or is that kind of utter chaos just another day in the life? It makes you want to cry. I remember during my sojourn in the desert, the Vets, the cowboy bikers, world weary and tired of it all, I was the person who took them to their VA appointments and waited until we could get out of dodge, back to Elephant Rock which had a natural trunk you climbed and sat up high listening to the wind. When you are on Elephant Rock, there are no questions, silent knowings whisper about your body and blow across your face. Most of these gentlemen were very ill from existing too long downwind the waste dump and from exposure to agent orange. Some were cured (that means not healed) only to get worse. Austin passed. It was not a happy ending. I recall him showing me a strange growth coming from his calf on which a four inch long tube of flesh had grown out like an unnecessary appendage. We couldn't figure it out and yet, during his VA visit, they removed it in the examining room avoiding even a cursory explanation of what it was or WHY it happened, but everybody knew anyway. It wasn't long afterward Austin went to Heaven. Once the desert predators heard he was ailing, they were all over him like feeding vultures. He felt he had no options and simply caved.
Is there any difference between catastrophic natural disaster and HAARP disaster? Is there any difference between anthropogenic climate chaos and natural changes within a fluid Universe? No, the outcome is the same, but there was once a difference, we had time then, time to change the course, set sail for calmer seas, pursue directions that brought joy to ourselves by bringing joy to others. And now? In stark contrast to what we could have been, we are silenced before the Great Tsunami of Evil. Perhaps more than care to be known as evil enthusiasts actually follow evil doings the way Octomom followed Brangelina. They never see themselves in that light. They instead see themselves as interested patriots, active or inactive, using talking points interspersed with half-truths formulated as they finished the morning commute in their restored Porsche 911, entered the glass and steel monolith and huffed it over to the post, sipping Latte. But for the love people, this isn't their cup of tea at all. Nothing wrong with Latte, what is wrong is the direction that is being pursued only perpetuates more and worse evil. At this moment in real time, evil has seemingly broken itself like dropped Limoges, each shard growing arms and legs in order to continue adding insult to injury, once, twice, three times is never enough no matter how ghastly the items on the evil checklist appear. I try to remember what we hear and see is multiplied by the increasing populations everywhere holding remotes to a thousand channels of nonsense. thus nonsense increases in tandem. This is heh, a special kind of growth.
Its never them that take the hit, you"ll notice. Its the people, the little people, many of them love people and love-people-in-training. The poor people just hanging laundry or riding a bike to collect wood for heat, children doing what children do, fishermen, farmers, the uncelebrated ones, the ignored, are the ones deemed expendable. They have long been exploited in unimaginably gruesome fashion, most of which is unknown and through bubble aftermath which you might notice qualifies as a prolonged state of shock, and possess nothing of worth, just ask the homeless what happened that ruined everything for the remainder of their time on Earth. What is more loss when you already lost everything and there are no means of ever getting it back? For that matter, what is loss when you've been brought to your knees in acknowledgment of the existence of a superior man because you hurt so bad there is no other way to make it stop, and it didn't really stop, it just costumed itself as TBTF. You have to wonder sometimes, if the secret societies have small scale plug-in Ferris Wheel desk accessories complimenting the leather armchairs complimenting finely polished rotating globes. "Get Hillbilly on the phone sweetheart." Maybe this is so, maybe it is not, but the idea would not have come up if there were not some reason to think ... High on Elephant Rock one accepts the state of all of humanity, the good, the evil are just life's infinite variety of vegetation. Warning: you may go there in a typical everyday state of shock, but you will leave in love.
Who among us really knows what will happen, anywhere, anytime? Apparently nobody knows despite a handful of smug reports of warnings given which were apparently not actually transmitted to anyone not invested in catastrophe before whatever event occurs? Now let's go back in time for a minute and recall the bodies floating in flood waters like unleashed rivers of blood streaming through New Orleans. And the towers, or AIDS, yes it goes way back, there were always things happening somewhere on the planet and we became inured as if we were purified from conception merely by our nationality. Well, not completely inured, it was a surreal confusion and no amount of tranquilizing pronouncements made it right. To my Father's credit, when I was freaking out after reading Sophie's Choice, he looked me in the eye and said "You think that was something, you should see what we did to the Indians", meaning Native Americans.
In catastrophe, there are always earnest, well intentioned inventors desirous of fame and fortune with their solutions. One of them managed to secure an interview on CNN yesterday with a Tsunami Ark. His ark holds (only) 50 to 70 people he says, but they are nothing more than floating orange capsules tethered to cement supposedly able to withstand tsunami force. Can you see it? Its perfect, its time has come! It is yet another layer of complexity gone wild to sustain the fantasy. Right away you can punch a tsunami of holes in the plan, principally just how long and longer will these tethers become as the wave heights increase and what if these tethers are too short and for cryin' out loud, what tether can withstand the most recent tsunami doing drive-bys at every port around the shores of the Ring of Fire? While we're on the subject, let us also mention the immoral developers who manage to arrange zoning approval to create entire towns which quickly grow into overpopulated cities on stilts to better retain a minuscule slice of ocean view which as an aside also determines property taxes. What happened to preplanning? If a tsunami aimed itself at Malibu or Montalk, there would be no more tinseltown players and no more beachfront architectural amusements regardless of how many orange arks dotted the sands. Especially when the warnings were half-truths and speculations. There is a weird part of human nature that gets lost in happy memories of better days when faced with the real possibility of immediate annihilation. That weird part is never taken into consideration because we are expected to snap to attention instantly at the ear-shattering blaring trumpets of the Schmooz. Everybody Listen Up! Shake, tremble and speculate! You can always tell when someone is fear mongering because they tell you so up front, "Now, I'm not fear mongering, but ..."
As all was becoming a nightmare of Karmic return while in mourning for the Japanese villagers who in these crazy days cannot possibly look forward to a brighter day, I took Bernie out as usual and noticed Scarlett the Ewe, recent new mom, gathering her lambs about her in a rather frantic manner. I rushed to see Bella, her sister, standing over two tiny wet charming puppy-size blobs of black. Two females this time. It was helpful I'd seen Scarlett's twins developing so quickly this week so I knew whomever was not able to stand up yet would be soon running and getting into everything that attracts their attention. I spent more time again with Amos, the father, the Ram, as always, because I know as a brother being, he wanted to help, grazers are genetically designed that way, although he was kept in his penthouse to prevent backbreeding. And of course, with Stella, the Mustang Princess, evermore lovely in mist and fog, glowing as her winter fur is brushed to a shine and her mane resembles Lauren Hutton's messy golden highlights... They all know me very well and are insatiably curious about my person-ness. Not a single thought about anything else other than being witness in the magnificence of birth including amplified love and compassion for all species was the Divine antidote to whatever else is going on anywhere.
Is there any difference between catastrophic natural disaster and HAARP disaster? Is there any difference between anthropogenic climate chaos and natural changes within a fluid Universe? No, the outcome is the same, but there was once a difference, we had time then, time to change the course, set sail for calmer seas, pursue directions that brought joy to ourselves by bringing joy to others. And now? In stark contrast to what we could have been, we are silenced before the Great Tsunami of Evil. Perhaps more than care to be known as evil enthusiasts actually follow evil doings the way Octomom followed Brangelina. They never see themselves in that light. They instead see themselves as interested patriots, active or inactive, using talking points interspersed with half-truths formulated as they finished the morning commute in their restored Porsche 911, entered the glass and steel monolith and huffed it over to the post, sipping Latte. But for the love people, this isn't their cup of tea at all. Nothing wrong with Latte, what is wrong is the direction that is being pursued only perpetuates more and worse evil. At this moment in real time, evil has seemingly broken itself like dropped Limoges, each shard growing arms and legs in order to continue adding insult to injury, once, twice, three times is never enough no matter how ghastly the items on the evil checklist appear. I try to remember what we hear and see is multiplied by the increasing populations everywhere holding remotes to a thousand channels of nonsense. thus nonsense increases in tandem. This is heh, a special kind of growth.
Its never them that take the hit, you"ll notice. Its the people, the little people, many of them love people and love-people-in-training. The poor people just hanging laundry or riding a bike to collect wood for heat, children doing what children do, fishermen, farmers, the uncelebrated ones, the ignored, are the ones deemed expendable. They have long been exploited in unimaginably gruesome fashion, most of which is unknown and through bubble aftermath which you might notice qualifies as a prolonged state of shock, and possess nothing of worth, just ask the homeless what happened that ruined everything for the remainder of their time on Earth. What is more loss when you already lost everything and there are no means of ever getting it back? For that matter, what is loss when you've been brought to your knees in acknowledgment of the existence of a superior man because you hurt so bad there is no other way to make it stop, and it didn't really stop, it just costumed itself as TBTF. You have to wonder sometimes, if the secret societies have small scale plug-in Ferris Wheel desk accessories complimenting the leather armchairs complimenting finely polished rotating globes. "Get Hillbilly on the phone sweetheart." Maybe this is so, maybe it is not, but the idea would not have come up if there were not some reason to think ... High on Elephant Rock one accepts the state of all of humanity, the good, the evil are just life's infinite variety of vegetation. Warning: you may go there in a typical everyday state of shock, but you will leave in love.
Who among us really knows what will happen, anywhere, anytime? Apparently nobody knows despite a handful of smug reports of warnings given which were apparently not actually transmitted to anyone not invested in catastrophe before whatever event occurs? Now let's go back in time for a minute and recall the bodies floating in flood waters like unleashed rivers of blood streaming through New Orleans. And the towers, or AIDS, yes it goes way back, there were always things happening somewhere on the planet and we became inured as if we were purified from conception merely by our nationality. Well, not completely inured, it was a surreal confusion and no amount of tranquilizing pronouncements made it right. To my Father's credit, when I was freaking out after reading Sophie's Choice, he looked me in the eye and said "You think that was something, you should see what we did to the Indians", meaning Native Americans.
In catastrophe, there are always earnest, well intentioned inventors desirous of fame and fortune with their solutions. One of them managed to secure an interview on CNN yesterday with a Tsunami Ark. His ark holds (only) 50 to 70 people he says, but they are nothing more than floating orange capsules tethered to cement supposedly able to withstand tsunami force. Can you see it? Its perfect, its time has come! It is yet another layer of complexity gone wild to sustain the fantasy. Right away you can punch a tsunami of holes in the plan, principally just how long and longer will these tethers become as the wave heights increase and what if these tethers are too short and for cryin' out loud, what tether can withstand the most recent tsunami doing drive-bys at every port around the shores of the Ring of Fire? While we're on the subject, let us also mention the immoral developers who manage to arrange zoning approval to create entire towns which quickly grow into overpopulated cities on stilts to better retain a minuscule slice of ocean view which as an aside also determines property taxes. What happened to preplanning? If a tsunami aimed itself at Malibu or Montalk, there would be no more tinseltown players and no more beachfront architectural amusements regardless of how many orange arks dotted the sands. Especially when the warnings were half-truths and speculations. There is a weird part of human nature that gets lost in happy memories of better days when faced with the real possibility of immediate annihilation. That weird part is never taken into consideration because we are expected to snap to attention instantly at the ear-shattering blaring trumpets of the Schmooz. Everybody Listen Up! Shake, tremble and speculate! You can always tell when someone is fear mongering because they tell you so up front, "Now, I'm not fear mongering, but ..."
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| Bella's little girls, 15 minutes into the world |
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| Watching are Scarlett's twins, Arnie and Adele at two weeks |
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| Stella working on a treat |
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The schedule jumps forward
The schedule has moved up because Wetikos are ignoring the signs due to fear of massive and unprecedented potential for loss. Can you imagine that? What is happening now was supposed to happen beginning next year according to prophecy, but alas, its too late. I regret to inform you loss is the name of the game.
I don't have the patience and you don't have the interest to go over everything that has gone down since our happy new year began. I was aghast to see such clamor over the latest of so many clamored shooting sprees when there is no clamor at all as usual on the ridiculously expensive, legally approved shooting, bombing, burning and assassination sprees of the resource rip with the exception of a small handful of writers much of whose prose I am not exactly in a position to swallow verbatim since generally they don't pass the leaky wikileaks or the nine one one litmus tests. What it is that we get is never the real thing, but a facsimile of agenda then widely reported in the form of weakened facsimiles of already slippery facsimiles, i.e.; long on speculation and short on fact eventually morphing into whipped cream riches for an already generously enriched security industry. Shall we talk about the weather instead? The exceptionally brutal la nina is supposedly responsible? For crying out loud. Georgia has always had ice storms. Georgia has not always had two thousands daily flights cancelled holding up the machinations of the system (spelled lost profits and pronounced as inability to make loan payments as per agreed schedule). The real weather appears to be walloping the Wallabies today, yes, even as Pakistan is turned to fade, tomorrow, who knows where or what technology enhanced PA systems will bring forth.
The hibernators inhabiting my region are not hibernating this year. For whatever else is unnerving, this is yet another sign, one within my view as living, breathing real phenomena of something happening that is definitely not normal.
Actually, its those birds falling out of the sky, (the Red Winged Blackbirds tribaling with their bredren, the Cowbirds, and immigrant Starlings with jeweled Tudor feathers), and the genocided fish stuffing our waterways, strange things that definitely leave pundits rushing for their notes and coming up clown-faced. We'll be seeing stranger soon enough having entered into this gruesome phase of the revealing. Can anyone in any location reading here say with absolute certainty the weather we are experiencing is what it is supposed to be based on how its always been since we arrived on the scene? That it is normal for birds and fish to check out en masse? That Queensland and Brisbane are on not well on their way to breaking Katrina's record death toll and diaspora?
There are lists around, you've seen them, taking us through all the horrors from last year into this one. It is amazing to me how few mention Haiti, as if everything in Haiti is just lovely. No cause for concern. Besides, its all happening faster than anyone could possibly have imagined and the spotlight is on Australia now anyway, Haiti, you'd better be taking care of yourself, not that you haven't already been doing that for a few hundred years.
How soon before you are sharing a makeshift pup tent you don't own because you lost everything, looking for the relief workers bearing MREs or standing on the rooftops in gated communities waiting for helicopter rescue? Any day now my friends, it could be us, it could be anywhere at anytime. Don't take my word for it, just look outside as the freezing rain turns to hail and still the chemtrails leave ugly ribbons across that clear blue sky quickly turned to thick, darkening snow clouds. You wonder funny things then, what ifs and so forth.
No sooner did we leave one tragic subject another rises on its heels, keeping us in a constant state of mental occupation, a state of terrorized occupation. As always, when we are under occupation, a small voice in the back of our minds asks underneath this one and that one, what else is going on? The thrust to keep us from asking that exact question is on like never before. We are not to know, under some unnameable threat of some unnameable harm to unknown citizens, some of whom can guess what may be taking place. It does appear however, at this time in the history of civilization we are revisiting every reason we should never have gone where we find ourselves today. It is a sad fact of life on Earth that some of us are open minded and some of us are too scared as opposed to being too ignorant, to accept reality on its own terms rather than constantly twisting it into something in which you have a personal investment. Sure, the ignorant have big numbers, but how ignorant is someone really when no one can miss the events of the present blaring from every bullhorn on every corner of the planet? You'd have to be all the way out there heavily abusing opiates, fully into your fries and fried pies to remain ignorant for long in the revealing.
Now I am just like you, another watcher, another concerned little person subject to the same incessant diminishment of life's quality. And surely it makes you feel awful, especially when all people just want to feel safe, free in their homes and communities and at peace with everything and everyone else. Don't look for corruption to fade away in the snow and ice, they are already showing us exactly how the revealing will be handled.
It won't be handled. It will be denied to the last man. Corruption is here to stay for the duration and guide the suffering with excuses and falsehoods. As the planet becomes a nonstop horror flick, the foreclosures in disguise will continue until there is nothing left anywhere. The closed mind denies everything until their dying breath.
The closed mind emerged from the womb a sort of shapeless cellulose sponge absorbing the machinations of ego constructs never challenged, educated in complete expectation of being served a birthright of convenience and unoriginal, incomplete thought processes in which use of the physical body supplied was thought an inconvenience. Picking up the mail last week, I overheard two cellulose adults in line, speaking loudly as if softer speaking would not create the desired impression on their unwilling audience, saying something about as soon as whatever happened she would get a new SUV. This flew past the ears of twenty five or thirty onlookers in classic frayed farmhand overalls and beaten down workboots which tell you the socks probably do not have any foot covering left. Onlookers who have already sold their livestock because they cannot afford to feed them any longer. Onlookers who once ran small shops and businesses who absolutely can no longer afford the fees the state requires from small business and lost the last shreds of revenue to the energy gluttons with card bearers only refueling stations. The strip malls are empty save the dancing illegal waving his hot pizza sandwich board at the intersection. The biggest drag in all of this is they will take us down with them - all the way from repairing our own workboots, mending our socks and digging our own graves.
We are in the thick of it now. Its all unfolding as we grip our chairs, belted in for the long run, a few thousand years of peak die off to come before one beautiful day it will be different, cleaned up by the Forces where all killing products were lost to resource theft and disease vanished because the official sample keepers lost their vials of stored plagues when the earthquake hit, when the bars to the cells crashed down and Guantanamo simply slid over the mid-Atlantic states into Canada before sinking into a rusticle-covered grave somewhere near the Titanic's crypt.
Last week I wrote everyday we play musical chairs, let me change that to musical deck chairs because the shoreline is receding making way for the tsunami as we speak.
Even if you did everything right, it was impossible really to back off completely from use of some material, likely a plastic water container or a commercial soap boxed in cardboard and shrinkwrapped, or from the idea we might offend others with our natural scent and sprayed our underarms with an aerosol deodorant. Even during the flu last December, Dublin Mick and I, thousands of miles away from each other, both took our doctor's orders seriously and ingested pharmaceuticals. Even the lonely woodsman far from advertising's grip makes a trip to Wal*Mart for airtight containers every now and then, I know, I've seen it. But that's not happening anymore, we ditched our involvements and got right with the Earth, yet sometimes we slip, its designed to be unavoidable. The trick might be to stop blaming ourselves, but to get on with our survival skills, perhaps write them down, be sure to show them to the children, someone has to carry this knowledge into the future if mankind has a future, something we will never know unless we are reincarnated into whatever species comes about as a result of ... the revealing.
The coming months are almost guaranteed to be a downplay of the present, even they know its over the top already, but if you ask you will find you are in the company of Wetikos who refuse to lose. So don't waste your energy, instead get that Tao in hand and make peace with the present while you can.
rusticles photo: c. google images
I don't have the patience and you don't have the interest to go over everything that has gone down since our happy new year began. I was aghast to see such clamor over the latest of so many clamored shooting sprees when there is no clamor at all as usual on the ridiculously expensive, legally approved shooting, bombing, burning and assassination sprees of the resource rip with the exception of a small handful of writers much of whose prose I am not exactly in a position to swallow verbatim since generally they don't pass the leaky wikileaks or the nine one one litmus tests. What it is that we get is never the real thing, but a facsimile of agenda then widely reported in the form of weakened facsimiles of already slippery facsimiles, i.e.; long on speculation and short on fact eventually morphing into whipped cream riches for an already generously enriched security industry. Shall we talk about the weather instead? The exceptionally brutal la nina is supposedly responsible? For crying out loud. Georgia has always had ice storms. Georgia has not always had two thousands daily flights cancelled holding up the machinations of the system (spelled lost profits and pronounced as inability to make loan payments as per agreed schedule). The real weather appears to be walloping the Wallabies today, yes, even as Pakistan is turned to fade, tomorrow, who knows where or what technology enhanced PA systems will bring forth.
The hibernators inhabiting my region are not hibernating this year. For whatever else is unnerving, this is yet another sign, one within my view as living, breathing real phenomena of something happening that is definitely not normal.
Actually, its those birds falling out of the sky, (the Red Winged Blackbirds tribaling with their bredren, the Cowbirds, and immigrant Starlings with jeweled Tudor feathers), and the genocided fish stuffing our waterways, strange things that definitely leave pundits rushing for their notes and coming up clown-faced. We'll be seeing stranger soon enough having entered into this gruesome phase of the revealing. Can anyone in any location reading here say with absolute certainty the weather we are experiencing is what it is supposed to be based on how its always been since we arrived on the scene? That it is normal for birds and fish to check out en masse? That Queensland and Brisbane are on not well on their way to breaking Katrina's record death toll and diaspora?
There are lists around, you've seen them, taking us through all the horrors from last year into this one. It is amazing to me how few mention Haiti, as if everything in Haiti is just lovely. No cause for concern. Besides, its all happening faster than anyone could possibly have imagined and the spotlight is on Australia now anyway, Haiti, you'd better be taking care of yourself, not that you haven't already been doing that for a few hundred years.
... It is as if “until it happens to you” that the climatic extremes don’t carry any true weight or meaning. As long as the trucks continue to run and stock the supermarkets and big box store shelves, we simply don’t care how we have treated the planet, or what sort of horrifying inheritance we have given to our children and grandchildren. ... Admin | Survival Acres
How soon before you are sharing a makeshift pup tent you don't own because you lost everything, looking for the relief workers bearing MREs or standing on the rooftops in gated communities waiting for helicopter rescue? Any day now my friends, it could be us, it could be anywhere at anytime. Don't take my word for it, just look outside as the freezing rain turns to hail and still the chemtrails leave ugly ribbons across that clear blue sky quickly turned to thick, darkening snow clouds. You wonder funny things then, what ifs and so forth.
No sooner did we leave one tragic subject another rises on its heels, keeping us in a constant state of mental occupation, a state of terrorized occupation. As always, when we are under occupation, a small voice in the back of our minds asks underneath this one and that one, what else is going on? The thrust to keep us from asking that exact question is on like never before. We are not to know, under some unnameable threat of some unnameable harm to unknown citizens, some of whom can guess what may be taking place. It does appear however, at this time in the history of civilization we are revisiting every reason we should never have gone where we find ourselves today. It is a sad fact of life on Earth that some of us are open minded and some of us are too scared as opposed to being too ignorant, to accept reality on its own terms rather than constantly twisting it into something in which you have a personal investment. Sure, the ignorant have big numbers, but how ignorant is someone really when no one can miss the events of the present blaring from every bullhorn on every corner of the planet? You'd have to be all the way out there heavily abusing opiates, fully into your fries and fried pies to remain ignorant for long in the revealing.
Now I am just like you, another watcher, another concerned little person subject to the same incessant diminishment of life's quality. And surely it makes you feel awful, especially when all people just want to feel safe, free in their homes and communities and at peace with everything and everyone else. Don't look for corruption to fade away in the snow and ice, they are already showing us exactly how the revealing will be handled.
It won't be handled. It will be denied to the last man. Corruption is here to stay for the duration and guide the suffering with excuses and falsehoods. As the planet becomes a nonstop horror flick, the foreclosures in disguise will continue until there is nothing left anywhere. The closed mind denies everything until their dying breath.
The closed mind emerged from the womb a sort of shapeless cellulose sponge absorbing the machinations of ego constructs never challenged, educated in complete expectation of being served a birthright of convenience and unoriginal, incomplete thought processes in which use of the physical body supplied was thought an inconvenience. Picking up the mail last week, I overheard two cellulose adults in line, speaking loudly as if softer speaking would not create the desired impression on their unwilling audience, saying something about as soon as whatever happened she would get a new SUV. This flew past the ears of twenty five or thirty onlookers in classic frayed farmhand overalls and beaten down workboots which tell you the socks probably do not have any foot covering left. Onlookers who have already sold their livestock because they cannot afford to feed them any longer. Onlookers who once ran small shops and businesses who absolutely can no longer afford the fees the state requires from small business and lost the last shreds of revenue to the energy gluttons with card bearers only refueling stations. The strip malls are empty save the dancing illegal waving his hot pizza sandwich board at the intersection. The biggest drag in all of this is they will take us down with them - all the way from repairing our own workboots, mending our socks and digging our own graves.
Last week I wrote everyday we play musical chairs, let me change that to musical deck chairs because the shoreline is receding making way for the tsunami as we speak.
Even if you did everything right, it was impossible really to back off completely from use of some material, likely a plastic water container or a commercial soap boxed in cardboard and shrinkwrapped, or from the idea we might offend others with our natural scent and sprayed our underarms with an aerosol deodorant. Even during the flu last December, Dublin Mick and I, thousands of miles away from each other, both took our doctor's orders seriously and ingested pharmaceuticals. Even the lonely woodsman far from advertising's grip makes a trip to Wal*Mart for airtight containers every now and then, I know, I've seen it. But that's not happening anymore, we ditched our involvements and got right with the Earth, yet sometimes we slip, its designed to be unavoidable. The trick might be to stop blaming ourselves, but to get on with our survival skills, perhaps write them down, be sure to show them to the children, someone has to carry this knowledge into the future if mankind has a future, something we will never know unless we are reincarnated into whatever species comes about as a result of ... the revealing.
The coming months are almost guaranteed to be a downplay of the present, even they know its over the top already, but if you ask you will find you are in the company of Wetikos who refuse to lose. So don't waste your energy, instead get that Tao in hand and make peace with the present while you can.
rusticles photo: c. google images
Monday, November 08, 2010
come rain or come shine: updated
For the update, please scroll to end of post.
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Winter is hard upon us now. Snow predicted but hasn't shown up ... yet. I know when the fog clears later this week, the mountain tops will be white, ah, make that light brown as Big Agra knows no season. The animals housed out of doors have been thickening their coats, except for Bernie who is now the proud owner of a black turtleneck sweater for serious winter weather. He reminds me of a flying ace with his flap ears and back rings around his eyes. I promise I will not get him boots. Gawd. Basset paws ARE all-weather boots. Now, Jake, the Aussie-Shepard, already grew his organic outerwear an Eskimo would envy. He's not a sweater guy.
All the talk about hyperinflation going around must be scaring the heebeejeebies out of more than a few Internet enthusiasts. I don't really think about it, maybe I should, but it seems as if I've been living in a hyperinflated economy for a while now and we regularly scrape bottom. When someone starts up the hand wringing over "What shall we do? Eeeek!", I can't feel all that sympathetic or even empathetic, not when the Iraqis probably wish that's all they had to face from us, a devastated economy is rather different than warships appearing out of nowhere during your wedding party. I don't want to understate what will happen to our population however. As in Palestine, our obese classes are being put on a diet, by mandate. The figure I quoted a few posts ago about 3 in 4 Americans will be obese by 2020 can now be rewritten (it always was rewritten, we just weren't in on it) to no one will be obese by 2020, period, since the effects of a failed system according the various charts show the top tiers being affected somewhat as well. By now we should have learned to enjoy rice with veggies and carnivores satisfied with rice, veggies and minuscule meat morsels. Last time I dined in Haiti, where every menu is the same because you get what they have, despite the menus, we ate fried rice. "I'll have the snapper creole." And out came fried rice. One thing I have not seen are the charts from our statistic-crazed statisticians concerning exactly how financial world war is expected to appear in third world nations. I think they don't want to talk about it because that would put some truth to the recovery story. Following the Mumbai hotel crisis, I came to find Mumbai was formerly known as Bombay. And you will recall what Bombay meant before outsourcing ... I'm sure that part is still there, its more that we never hear about because we're well on our way to becoming the new Bombay, while sliding farther and farther away from Mumbai, the new Wall Street, the new arms purchaser to the tune of sixth largest weapons buy from us, as usual. You will recall when Pakistan held sway in that arena, of all the countries, fer cryin' out loud, Bush via Colin Powell rewarded Musharraf's homeland with Honorary Major Non-NATO Ally status. Reading further, you come to the part where it reads "for the purpose of weapons purchasing". They never veer off the course, do they.
Concealment on any scale creates suffering. Give me a scale and I will give you suffering, even when it appears no suffering is taking place. There are also those who suffer that have no idea they are suffering with all manner of excuse why they are safe and satisfied going along to get along. I think you have to be alone, away from it all, for awhile in America to learn suffering. In a group, its too easy to get shot down and shown ridiculous time wasting dogma supporting a belief in mass happiness, in which case you will be shown hate, prejudice, religious nonsense, your Constitutional rights and so forth. Do ask them "What rights?" Yet, it is these people exactly who fight internal wars with their friends, coworkers, partners, families and pastors, floating the lie, worshipping at the alter of myths that never were. Mrs. So and So down the block passed away in her own bed last winter from hypothermia. And Mr. So and So passed away from starvation shorty thereafter whereupon their little house was immediately and legally hoovered by the bank to be resold under the abusive program known as Reverse Mortgage. This winter, we will see a radical leap in the death statistics of all those Mr. and Mrs. So and Sos, everything from alcohol poisoning to fire to suicide. Will the corporatocracy realize they are endangering a dedicated purchasing block? No. They are beyond control. Once the decree has come through the ranks, it is simply too time consuming to spend money on any revisions, and time costs money. Time.
What is time?
I had the unusual experience driving through the heart of Big Agra this past Saturday evening as the earth rotated away from the sun and was a little surprised, only a little, to see the illegals and harvesting apparatus out in full. How silly of me to think they observe night or Sundays or weekends or holidays at all. Do they take off Cinco de Mayo? I'll let you know next spring. Of course, you know already the trains, those double decker livestock moving louvered cars and refrigerated boxcars, high in the air on tires, chained to a movable platform linking to seventy five or more of the same tottering structures moving along at 35 mph, were running back and forth, one after another, heading in to pick up, heading out to deliver. All this has to be an inevitable, but necessary part of feeding the masses and sponsored by the little people. They soon will find, if all the terror talk about hyperinflation has any merit, which of course it does as all that wilting greenery in clamshells has now split into half size clamshells for the same price as the full size, they-can't-afford-any-of-it. What's worse, they will find the means to afford slushies and chili cheeseburgers on gluey sesame seed buns. I guess it doesn't matter, its all roundup ready for the tables of the ignorant and the latch-on window trays of the obedient.
The real heart breaker here is that nothing is going to stop the Onward Christian Soldiers Crusade of Madness. Nothing. One can almost forget about it out here in the middle of nowhere, except there is always something to remind you, something like the holiday season and to whom and what you wanted to gift with presents. I am beginning to think this whole Christmas present sideshow was created by retailers to draw us into spending which drew us into overspending which was temporarily resolved by credit and then karma came along and their seasons are statistically lackluster while the mall landlords are foreclosed. If you see a person selling matches in the snow with a pup in a turtleneck sweater outside Wal*Mart this year, it will be me. Although, I might try a complaint booth of the lemonade stand variety in order to honor your comments.
If we become ill, hurt, maimed, we are on our own. If we lose our way, go crazy, break down or are attacked, again, we are on our own. Did you even think 911 would translate into complete disconnection from life as you'd always known it? You will recall that those buses that finally grabbed Katrina survivors out of the stadium at gunpoint left for parts unknown where they were still unwanted guests in their own country. They were an unwelcome burden. You are free to tell me I am looking at the glass half empty but there will be no golden twilight years ever again. All that is left now are ads for elite pleasures still running on old contracts.
Is there an up side to any of this? Only the upside down and backwards recently mentioned by Visible. I'm sorry to say that if we are ever going to get a breather, one: it won't be here and two: the slate will have to be wiped clean as we are already seeing happening to the life of species extincted by the day.
Let me get this straight, why isn't India happy with having our jobs and western lifestyle, isn't that enough? Maybe it wasn't, maybe we ran through everything already and need more? You'll hear that question which is a partial truth, its more like dealer sees a market, dealer moves in.
UPDATE: Beyond the ending statement in the above essay concerning dealer sees a market, dealer moves in, we have the head twist which is First, dealer creates the market. That's right, the whole game is based on identification and development of vulnerability, creating a space in which that vulnerability becomes insatiably addicted while appearing strong, but the hidden weakness has been chronicled and remains. Then the dealer moves in, everybody plays nice until someone/something crosses the line and all hell breaks loose with the goods we supplied. Its an old, tired story. Of course there is a better way, but we will never see it as long as the old story still works for the easy money crowd.
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Winter is hard upon us now. Snow predicted but hasn't shown up ... yet. I know when the fog clears later this week, the mountain tops will be white, ah, make that light brown as Big Agra knows no season. The animals housed out of doors have been thickening their coats, except for Bernie who is now the proud owner of a black turtleneck sweater for serious winter weather. He reminds me of a flying ace with his flap ears and back rings around his eyes. I promise I will not get him boots. Gawd. Basset paws ARE all-weather boots. Now, Jake, the Aussie-Shepard, already grew his organic outerwear an Eskimo would envy. He's not a sweater guy.All the talk about hyperinflation going around must be scaring the heebeejeebies out of more than a few Internet enthusiasts. I don't really think about it, maybe I should, but it seems as if I've been living in a hyperinflated economy for a while now and we regularly scrape bottom. When someone starts up the hand wringing over "What shall we do? Eeeek!", I can't feel all that sympathetic or even empathetic, not when the Iraqis probably wish that's all they had to face from us, a devastated economy is rather different than warships appearing out of nowhere during your wedding party. I don't want to understate what will happen to our population however. As in Palestine, our obese classes are being put on a diet, by mandate. The figure I quoted a few posts ago about 3 in 4 Americans will be obese by 2020 can now be rewritten (it always was rewritten, we just weren't in on it) to no one will be obese by 2020, period, since the effects of a failed system according the various charts show the top tiers being affected somewhat as well. By now we should have learned to enjoy rice with veggies and carnivores satisfied with rice, veggies and minuscule meat morsels. Last time I dined in Haiti, where every menu is the same because you get what they have, despite the menus, we ate fried rice. "I'll have the snapper creole." And out came fried rice. One thing I have not seen are the charts from our statistic-crazed statisticians concerning exactly how financial world war is expected to appear in third world nations. I think they don't want to talk about it because that would put some truth to the recovery story. Following the Mumbai hotel crisis, I came to find Mumbai was formerly known as Bombay. And you will recall what Bombay meant before outsourcing ... I'm sure that part is still there, its more that we never hear about because we're well on our way to becoming the new Bombay, while sliding farther and farther away from Mumbai, the new Wall Street, the new arms purchaser to the tune of sixth largest weapons buy from us, as usual. You will recall when Pakistan held sway in that arena, of all the countries, fer cryin' out loud, Bush via Colin Powell rewarded Musharraf's homeland with Honorary Major Non-NATO Ally status. Reading further, you come to the part where it reads "for the purpose of weapons purchasing". They never veer off the course, do they.
... Major non-NATO allies are eligible for priority delivery of defense material and the purchase, for instance, of depleted uranium anti-tank rounds.So that's what it takes to be an ally. As if you didn't know. It takes a lot of skin, a lot of moxy and a lot of dining and dancing. Too bad our Peace Laureate couldn't take Condoleezza along to play (poorly) some piano during the dancing girls part, but you know, he's got his lawful dancing girl already and three is not a good mixer at these occasions, occasions which could be done on the cheap with their Blackberries since all that is happening is another deal going down. It is a big deal. It will some day not long from now change the borders of the entire ME. I ask you now, how is this going to improve the crisis in our own homeland? Will this deal provide lower costs for nutritious food, medical care and shelter from the elements for our peeps? Are we, the little people, going on a diet so that India can fly wing on wing formations with the Nevada gamers over Afpak? And the people of India, what return on this deal do they get? Clue: its not a bargain with Monsanto backing off. More like another helping of fried rice, if there is any rice available in India anymore. I would rather have seen our Peace Laureate pack a C130 with antibiotics and sandbags, tents, blankets and Sterno along with Doctors Without Borders and land in Pakistan's Cholera country handing out survival supplies mending the misery and loss. Since that requires humility and love, we will never see that come to be. We will see a lot of suffering here, too.
They can stockpile US military hardware, participate in defense research and development programs and benefit from a US government loan guarantee program, which backs up loans issued by private banks to finance arms exports. ...
Concealment on any scale creates suffering. Give me a scale and I will give you suffering, even when it appears no suffering is taking place. There are also those who suffer that have no idea they are suffering with all manner of excuse why they are safe and satisfied going along to get along. I think you have to be alone, away from it all, for awhile in America to learn suffering. In a group, its too easy to get shot down and shown ridiculous time wasting dogma supporting a belief in mass happiness, in which case you will be shown hate, prejudice, religious nonsense, your Constitutional rights and so forth. Do ask them "What rights?" Yet, it is these people exactly who fight internal wars with their friends, coworkers, partners, families and pastors, floating the lie, worshipping at the alter of myths that never were. Mrs. So and So down the block passed away in her own bed last winter from hypothermia. And Mr. So and So passed away from starvation shorty thereafter whereupon their little house was immediately and legally hoovered by the bank to be resold under the abusive program known as Reverse Mortgage. This winter, we will see a radical leap in the death statistics of all those Mr. and Mrs. So and Sos, everything from alcohol poisoning to fire to suicide. Will the corporatocracy realize they are endangering a dedicated purchasing block? No. They are beyond control. Once the decree has come through the ranks, it is simply too time consuming to spend money on any revisions, and time costs money. Time.
What is time?
I had the unusual experience driving through the heart of Big Agra this past Saturday evening as the earth rotated away from the sun and was a little surprised, only a little, to see the illegals and harvesting apparatus out in full. How silly of me to think they observe night or Sundays or weekends or holidays at all. Do they take off Cinco de Mayo? I'll let you know next spring. Of course, you know already the trains, those double decker livestock moving louvered cars and refrigerated boxcars, high in the air on tires, chained to a movable platform linking to seventy five or more of the same tottering structures moving along at 35 mph, were running back and forth, one after another, heading in to pick up, heading out to deliver. All this has to be an inevitable, but necessary part of feeding the masses and sponsored by the little people. They soon will find, if all the terror talk about hyperinflation has any merit, which of course it does as all that wilting greenery in clamshells has now split into half size clamshells for the same price as the full size, they-can't-afford-any-of-it. What's worse, they will find the means to afford slushies and chili cheeseburgers on gluey sesame seed buns. I guess it doesn't matter, its all roundup ready for the tables of the ignorant and the latch-on window trays of the obedient.
The real heart breaker here is that nothing is going to stop the Onward Christian Soldiers Crusade of Madness. Nothing. One can almost forget about it out here in the middle of nowhere, except there is always something to remind you, something like the holiday season and to whom and what you wanted to gift with presents. I am beginning to think this whole Christmas present sideshow was created by retailers to draw us into spending which drew us into overspending which was temporarily resolved by credit and then karma came along and their seasons are statistically lackluster while the mall landlords are foreclosed. If you see a person selling matches in the snow with a pup in a turtleneck sweater outside Wal*Mart this year, it will be me. Although, I might try a complaint booth of the lemonade stand variety in order to honor your comments.
If we become ill, hurt, maimed, we are on our own. If we lose our way, go crazy, break down or are attacked, again, we are on our own. Did you even think 911 would translate into complete disconnection from life as you'd always known it? You will recall that those buses that finally grabbed Katrina survivors out of the stadium at gunpoint left for parts unknown where they were still unwanted guests in their own country. They were an unwelcome burden. You are free to tell me I am looking at the glass half empty but there will be no golden twilight years ever again. All that is left now are ads for elite pleasures still running on old contracts.
Is there an up side to any of this? Only the upside down and backwards recently mentioned by Visible. I'm sorry to say that if we are ever going to get a breather, one: it won't be here and two: the slate will have to be wiped clean as we are already seeing happening to the life of species extincted by the day.
Let me get this straight, why isn't India happy with having our jobs and western lifestyle, isn't that enough? Maybe it wasn't, maybe we ran through everything already and need more? You'll hear that question which is a partial truth, its more like dealer sees a market, dealer moves in.
UPDATE: Beyond the ending statement in the above essay concerning dealer sees a market, dealer moves in, we have the head twist which is First, dealer creates the market. That's right, the whole game is based on identification and development of vulnerability, creating a space in which that vulnerability becomes insatiably addicted while appearing strong, but the hidden weakness has been chronicled and remains. Then the dealer moves in, everybody plays nice until someone/something crosses the line and all hell breaks loose with the goods we supplied. Its an old, tired story. Of course there is a better way, but we will never see it as long as the old story still works for the easy money crowd.
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