This past week's community slanderfest is probably not over, just in remission until someone else picks it up. Therefore, the following lesson is particularly appropriate when considering New World Thug Behavior and Carelessness. Much gratitude goes to Scrapwood for sending in the 59 Lojongs. It will go on the left sidebar in the Free NeverOverdue Library shortly so you will have immediate access to all 59 teachings and the preliminaries.
"... The Mind-Training Slogans, #31
Each Friday, Acharya Judy Lief, teacher in the Shambhala tradition of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, comments on one of Atisha's 59 mind-training (Tib. lojong) slogans, which serve as the basis for a complete practice.
Atisha (980-1052 CE) was an Indian adept who brought to Tibet a systematized approach to bodhicitta (the desire to awaken for the sake of all sentient beings) and loving-kindness, through working with these slogans. Judy edited Chogyam Trungpa's Training the Mind (Shambhala, 1993), which contains Trungpa Rinpoche's commentaries on the lojong ("mind-training") teachings.
#31. Don't malign others
When we malign someone, our intention is to cause harm. Our words are spiteful and ill-spirited. There is a saying that “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” But in fact words do have power and they certainly can hurt.
In working with the slogans, we are working not only with our actions, but with what is behind them. For instance, when we say something, we should ask ourselves why we are saying it, and for what purpose. Will what we say help the situation or not? Are we trying to connect with someone or get rid of them? Are we trying to help them or to destroy them? Or maybe we are talking just to talk, to fill the space because we are uneasy with the silence.
If we need to malign others to make us feel good about ourselves by comparison, we will never feel all that great. And at the other extreme, when we encounter people who are exceptional, that approach will make us feel pathetic in comparison. According to this slogan we should stop that whole destructive approach.
Not maligning does not mean that we do not notice differences in people. It does not mean that we should not recognize people’s hateful or destructive attitudes and weaknesses when we encounter them or that we should not speak up. Everything does not just become a mush. But when we see other people’s problems without encumbering our perception by the need to prop up our own insecure ego, we can respond more directly and appropriately. By stopping the habit of maligning, not only will we do less harm to others, but we will also begin to free ourselves from the need for such props.
Today’s practice
Pay attention to your speech and to how you talk about and to other people. What is the difference between speaking critically and using speech to harm or to destroy? ..."
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I would rather, any day, be thought naive rather than publicly slander another, especially when that person is already down, battling demons no one can dispel but themselves. I wish I were naive sometimes, ignorant of the viciousness that can arise when expectation and motive are shredded in the bright light of reality. Naive to the increasing overtone of violence rocking our world off its axis every single day, every hour, somewhere, blind to the immediate flare of tempers feeling wronged by whomever, wanting whatever. If you look at these situations closely, you would find there are always two elements at the root of conflict, one is of course, money, the other, credibility. The belief systems accompanying our existence in western culture encourages the value of those two elements exponentially to the point that all most people are exposed to is violent in its nature and always disastrous in result. It does not have to be this way, it never did. As Ran Prieur quoted on the idiocy of property ownership and John of Survival Acres presented in his essay on food production being at the root of all civilizations, both break down the walls of perception of why vicious conflict, bloodletting, enslavement, abject penury, injustice and arsenals of weaponry never had to be the roadmap to food security, peace, satisfaction and freedom. In fact, we should be aware by now, our quickly depleting world seems to be composed of frivolous thug-appeal, violent "advancements" against humanity at large principally for the expansion of wealth among the already wealthy, i.e.; more food and property than can possibly be consumed by offspring of offspring. In the present, it is trusted more than ever, violence is the only means to continue the atrocious, hideous charade. As it stands now, this ongoing tragedy ends only when we die. There has always been a better way for mankind to survive. The reason Thug World thrives is violence is expedient, lacking clarity of thought and convenient, whereas exercising intelligence and compassion for all beings requires love, that inconvenient marvel that always gets in the way of false desire.
We who seek awareness are on the right track for the most part, but it is evident the violence all around us is a highly contagious disease which is immunized against and blown away entirely with LOVE.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
a breed without soul
In a recent post concerning overpopulation, I mentioned the lack of identity among purchasing dependent overpopulators:
... Overpopulators who in elbowing their ways through the journey atop Nascar rated tires or encased in overpriced lookalike cages behind gated walls, the cabs and carriers of which include amenities such as surrogate identity where none actually exists, rooms and inhabitants displaying various cult features such as fashion. style, cosmetic surgery, meaningless logos and rude decals, never used tourbus campers, accessorized show pets, sculpture for the stupid tipped over on the tiny lawns and so forth which when distilled are banners hovering above their bodies as cartoon thought bubbles since the verbal skills of these cage dwellers are limited to uninspired overused phrases meted out under stress with matching facial expression instead of the age old middle finger hand signal which could, if employed outside the safety of shatterproof glass, bring on drastically unintended consequences. For example, our mridang master met up with one of these PDO cultists last week, here is his description of the experience:
Hey, good move my man! Too close to the edge indeed. Call in the Astrologers or perhaps this event was yet another training exercise...
Shall we translate his tongue-tied aggressor's meaning behind "Have a nice day", under those circumstances? How about heated guilt? Guilt so pure and intensely felt inside it burned in a wildfire of panic. Caught, the pretender of rights to the pump was instantly reduced to a cheesy four words - words only used in that particular way by all the other countless guilty who know perfectly well they have destroyed your peace of mind by initiating deliberately violent and dangerous action proving for all who happen to be passing by, whatever they are doing is of more importance than whatever you could possibly be doing and are rendered speechless when the unexpected and unknown consequences of their reprehensible behavior suddenly confronts them face to face. "Have a nice day" means Go away. I have no explanation for my actions, I don't even know why I did what I did. I can't apologize because that would give you (and me) living proof I was wrong. Had it been anyone other than our musician confronting her, you can be certain she was aware her behavior was setting the stage for violence. She took a wild gamble there and lucky for her, walked away to continue ruining the days of whomever else was so unfortunate as to be in her path. I'm sure you've met plenty of these kinds of people, we all have, it is unavoidable, especially now as many of them have been born into a world ripped asunder, minus any comprehension of what exists inside themselves and others or even a shred of vague curiosity why the world is what it is today. To question is to risk exposure. They run the gauntlet and take their gambles and often lose, the losses piling high in their wake. And when they don't lose, they still lose, because living a life in this manner makes them no friends. There is something about being behind the wheel or any imaginary shield that ignites these wannabeWetikos like nothing else because out in the open they become sniveling cowards either looking for the nearest escape or threatening with a show of imaginary protections referring to friends in high places, but when you're looking at them, they are accompanied by no one. Who could stand them? They don't even like each other and are so worried their children won't turn out exactly like themselves, the kids are forced to stay indoors, losing their own curiosity and adding pounds watching candy bars broken in half and magically sealed back together on the wide screen.
Sad to say, I've been coming across this kind of thing too much. I try to stay apart, while being there with others, but alert, you never know what triggers another person's unsuspected anger. Of course, this is not always the case, but it has happened enough in these times to be a recurrent phenomena. However long and however well you think you might know someone, there is still a hidden, rather low level potential, you could, completely accidentally, set them off. When that happens, you never forget, whatever you thought you had previous to that moment is gone, the trust betrayed. The trust I am speaking about is a trust that we accept the totality of others, their baggage, their flaws, their bond with us until it is exposed as one sided, which isn't a bond at all. Regardless of how fully we might join in smothering the outburst and make a long drawn-out show of loyalty, in your own mind and memory, the scene lives on. You may think others have long overlooked your lapses too, but from your own experience, you know it is impossible and you can only hope the passage of time brings opportunities where you or she/he show themselves a better man than that deep, dark, secret memory you have of a seemingly out of character event. Note it works not only both ways, but from an intermingling of angles. If you notice it happening repeatedly, you will eventually be forced to confront yourself, asking what are you in it for anyway? Some know exactly why they engineer face to face crisis. The Wetikos and their vain admirers play us like pianos, confident that following a successful guilt-inducing punishment, if you are still present, still forgiving, you are no threat to their existence. One might think they take it for granted no one is paying attention to the dynamic or how it charts itself in the memory-bank. Over and over I see it going down, day after day, night after night, the same scenes enacted by countless human beings refusing to see the reality of what is happening, what they are doing, stumbling over the damage left in the wake of continuing crisis, poisoned to the gills from a steady diet of pesticides, loaded on mind glazing drugs, oblivious to the tortures they inflict and are being inflicted upon them. They are far beyond caring. What's more, they do not want you to point it out to them either, they already know they are in so deep there can be no escape during their lifetime.
I cannot imagine a life spent like that, can you? They might as well just be lifers on the chain gang cultivating your crops. We like to think somewhere down the road the human underneath will show up, but there is no evidence such a folly ever takes place. That would be like hoping Jerry Sandusky mends his ways or George Zimmerman feels remorse. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a breed out there that has no humanity and has laid claim to entire lifetimes without sensitivity, sorrow, suffering, love or compassion. They have learned to blend in order to thrive and thrive at your expense they will. This breed is one of the worst effects of overpopulation because you cannot avoid meeting up with them in crowds. Avoid crowds. Stay aware of your surroundings and keep a low profile. This breed thrives in a pampered and corrupt culture based on worship of the self. In this way, you could call them vampires - energized by the blood of innocents.
We can also say Great Fortune shined upon our beloved musician while being shown the existence of this breed. The fact the remainder of his day turned out so well, not to mention void of conflict escalation, speaks highly of his self-control. That is a self-control we would all be wise to emulate. Considering the bigger picture, with all its extending pressures and disappointments, the undeniable angst of a planet under siege, the refusal to address responsibility for extinction events immediately under way is leading westerners from denial and refusal into violence as if civility no longer matters. To say civility has no place, is saying there is no love. There will always be love, my friends. No matter how unwieldy it gets, how freaky, how strange, how cruel, humiliating, devastating and physically painful, the one thing we can always count on is Love. Love always wins.
I leave you with a link to an alarming report, Global Warming's Terrifying New Math, written by Bill McKibben and published for the August 2012 edition of Rolling Stone. I am sure some of you have seen it already. The fact that this piece was made available in that publication tells us citizens are meant to see it, share it and lose their cool over it. Isn't that what Wetikos really want? Ah, but I've got news for them, the majority of readers will be concerned only until the next personalized blinking ad grabs their eyes.
."..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!" ..."
... Overpopulators who in elbowing their ways through the journey atop Nascar rated tires or encased in overpriced lookalike cages behind gated walls, the cabs and carriers of which include amenities such as surrogate identity where none actually exists, rooms and inhabitants displaying various cult features such as fashion. style, cosmetic surgery, meaningless logos and rude decals, never used tourbus campers, accessorized show pets, sculpture for the stupid tipped over on the tiny lawns and so forth which when distilled are banners hovering above their bodies as cartoon thought bubbles since the verbal skills of these cage dwellers are limited to uninspired overused phrases meted out under stress with matching facial expression instead of the age old middle finger hand signal which could, if employed outside the safety of shatterproof glass, bring on drastically unintended consequences. For example, our mridang master met up with one of these PDO cultists last week, here is his description of the experience:
"On the 20th, in town, I was flipped off, cut off and almost rammed by a woman tearing in the exit to get in front of me at the gas pump. As she calmly got out I asked what the problem was. My eyes met the most icy cold, nobody-home, face I've seen in a long time. I was told to 'have a nice day'. Maybe I just don't get out much, and this is the new normal? Heavily meded-up was my take, and too close to the edge for me to pursue it further, as it was already disturbing enough...."
Hey, good move my man! Too close to the edge indeed. Call in the Astrologers or perhaps this event was yet another training exercise...
Shall we translate his tongue-tied aggressor's meaning behind "Have a nice day", under those circumstances? How about heated guilt? Guilt so pure and intensely felt inside it burned in a wildfire of panic. Caught, the pretender of rights to the pump was instantly reduced to a cheesy four words - words only used in that particular way by all the other countless guilty who know perfectly well they have destroyed your peace of mind by initiating deliberately violent and dangerous action proving for all who happen to be passing by, whatever they are doing is of more importance than whatever you could possibly be doing and are rendered speechless when the unexpected and unknown consequences of their reprehensible behavior suddenly confronts them face to face. "Have a nice day" means Go away. I have no explanation for my actions, I don't even know why I did what I did. I can't apologize because that would give you (and me) living proof I was wrong. Had it been anyone other than our musician confronting her, you can be certain she was aware her behavior was setting the stage for violence. She took a wild gamble there and lucky for her, walked away to continue ruining the days of whomever else was so unfortunate as to be in her path. I'm sure you've met plenty of these kinds of people, we all have, it is unavoidable, especially now as many of them have been born into a world ripped asunder, minus any comprehension of what exists inside themselves and others or even a shred of vague curiosity why the world is what it is today. To question is to risk exposure. They run the gauntlet and take their gambles and often lose, the losses piling high in their wake. And when they don't lose, they still lose, because living a life in this manner makes them no friends. There is something about being behind the wheel or any imaginary shield that ignites these wannabeWetikos like nothing else because out in the open they become sniveling cowards either looking for the nearest escape or threatening with a show of imaginary protections referring to friends in high places, but when you're looking at them, they are accompanied by no one. Who could stand them? They don't even like each other and are so worried their children won't turn out exactly like themselves, the kids are forced to stay indoors, losing their own curiosity and adding pounds watching candy bars broken in half and magically sealed back together on the wide screen.
Sad to say, I've been coming across this kind of thing too much. I try to stay apart, while being there with others, but alert, you never know what triggers another person's unsuspected anger. Of course, this is not always the case, but it has happened enough in these times to be a recurrent phenomena. However long and however well you think you might know someone, there is still a hidden, rather low level potential, you could, completely accidentally, set them off. When that happens, you never forget, whatever you thought you had previous to that moment is gone, the trust betrayed. The trust I am speaking about is a trust that we accept the totality of others, their baggage, their flaws, their bond with us until it is exposed as one sided, which isn't a bond at all. Regardless of how fully we might join in smothering the outburst and make a long drawn-out show of loyalty, in your own mind and memory, the scene lives on. You may think others have long overlooked your lapses too, but from your own experience, you know it is impossible and you can only hope the passage of time brings opportunities where you or she/he show themselves a better man than that deep, dark, secret memory you have of a seemingly out of character event. Note it works not only both ways, but from an intermingling of angles. If you notice it happening repeatedly, you will eventually be forced to confront yourself, asking what are you in it for anyway? Some know exactly why they engineer face to face crisis. The Wetikos and their vain admirers play us like pianos, confident that following a successful guilt-inducing punishment, if you are still present, still forgiving, you are no threat to their existence. One might think they take it for granted no one is paying attention to the dynamic or how it charts itself in the memory-bank. Over and over I see it going down, day after day, night after night, the same scenes enacted by countless human beings refusing to see the reality of what is happening, what they are doing, stumbling over the damage left in the wake of continuing crisis, poisoned to the gills from a steady diet of pesticides, loaded on mind glazing drugs, oblivious to the tortures they inflict and are being inflicted upon them. They are far beyond caring. What's more, they do not want you to point it out to them either, they already know they are in so deep there can be no escape during their lifetime.
I cannot imagine a life spent like that, can you? They might as well just be lifers on the chain gang cultivating your crops. We like to think somewhere down the road the human underneath will show up, but there is no evidence such a folly ever takes place. That would be like hoping Jerry Sandusky mends his ways or George Zimmerman feels remorse. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a breed out there that has no humanity and has laid claim to entire lifetimes without sensitivity, sorrow, suffering, love or compassion. They have learned to blend in order to thrive and thrive at your expense they will. This breed is one of the worst effects of overpopulation because you cannot avoid meeting up with them in crowds. Avoid crowds. Stay aware of your surroundings and keep a low profile. This breed thrives in a pampered and corrupt culture based on worship of the self. In this way, you could call them vampires - energized by the blood of innocents.
We can also say Great Fortune shined upon our beloved musician while being shown the existence of this breed. The fact the remainder of his day turned out so well, not to mention void of conflict escalation, speaks highly of his self-control. That is a self-control we would all be wise to emulate. Considering the bigger picture, with all its extending pressures and disappointments, the undeniable angst of a planet under siege, the refusal to address responsibility for extinction events immediately under way is leading westerners from denial and refusal into violence as if civility no longer matters. To say civility has no place, is saying there is no love. There will always be love, my friends. No matter how unwieldy it gets, how freaky, how strange, how cruel, humiliating, devastating and physically painful, the one thing we can always count on is Love. Love always wins.
I leave you with a link to an alarming report, Global Warming's Terrifying New Math, written by Bill McKibben and published for the August 2012 edition of Rolling Stone. I am sure some of you have seen it already. The fact that this piece was made available in that publication tells us citizens are meant to see it, share it and lose their cool over it. Isn't that what Wetikos really want? Ah, but I've got news for them, the majority of readers will be concerned only until the next personalized blinking ad grabs their eyes.
"... This record of failure means we know a lot about what strategies don't work. Green groups, for instance, have spent a lot of time trying to change individual lifestyles: the iconic twisty light bulb has been installed by the millions, but so have a new generation of energy-sucking flatscreen TVs. Most of us are fundamentally ambivalent about going green: We like cheap flights to warm places, and we're certainly not going to give them up if everyone else is still taking them. Since all of us are in some way the beneficiaries of cheap fossil fuel, tackling climate change has been like trying to build a movement against yourself – it's as if the gay-rights movement had to be constructed entirely from evangelical preachers, or the abolition movement from slaveholders. ..."
Monday, January 23, 2012
Suspicious Minds
Let's talk about chemtrails. What do we really know about them? To date, they remain an unmentionable item on the political/media/electoral agenda. What are they and how many trillions are spent on their production? We've read they are made up of barium and aluminum, barium makes us glow and eating foods cooked in aluminum pans gives us Alzheimer's. Wouldn't that make chemtrail victim populations incredibly easy to find in the dark or locate on some interested somebody's scanner anytime as confused and disoriented wanderers?
That would be one way to view chemtrails. There are other ways and none of them speak well for the massive effort expended.
I've been seeing this sky weirdness in so many far apart geographies for so many years, I've come to some conclusions. Wait, let me express that more accurately to fit in with the exponentially negative aura of these times. While I know nothing, I-harbor-suspicions. Surely that makes me one in five US citizens suffering from untreated mental illness as calculated by a 2010 government survey. Regardless, my suspicions are not without cause. Some of the more popular American newspapers used to inadvertently show huge color photos of chemtrails crisscrossing in the background while photographically profiling some up and coming European literary or film figure, the usual full page filler for their glossy Sunday magazines. They seem to be covering their errors now, maybe there were queries and you know, queries about chemtrails are never answered or not even responded to with anything resembling a humble admission of ignorance or guilt by association via inside information. But I saw it, and what I saw was confirmation chemtrails are littering the skies of the whole of the western world. I have not been to the Middle East recently, so I can't say if they have chemtrails there, but if you have seen it up close or seen any unaltered photos of their skies showing chemtrails, I'd like to hear about it.
We are going into the third decade of chemtrail awareness and in all those years I have never had a satisfactory response from any professional corner, (such as pilots, who should or would know, unless they have no idea what they are doing and it was intentionally left out of the training video games) other than patronizing assurance the phenomena is just contrails. Ah, right, okay. One fine afternoon while under seige, we went out to the highest peak in greater socal for sincere study and met some authentic pilots also watching who blew us off as lefty hippies for our concerns as the sky grew white with ball-fringed stripes and rainbow oilys shining through the scribble scrabble of duelling joysticks imitating NASCAR favorites vying for top gun. You can see when its quittin' time by the quit-trail, zigging, zagging, looping and jerking in Mad Mouse roller coaster twists on their way back to the base for a Bud.
Here is what is most obvious, aka, the prime suspect: The weather around here is generally lovely, so that whenever our graduated Cerulean Blue skies are deflowered, I've come to anticipate foul weather within 24 hours, more or less. Some things really are learned through the simple observations of simple people, for example, people who have spent a lifetime sailing the open waters where sensitivity to the elements takes precedence over the charted course, in this case the habitual siege on the heavens rather accurately portends high winds, heavy rains, overcast skies, often hail and snow and not always at the time of year you would expect.
This might mean we have not had real weather, natural weather, classically seasonal weather for a long time, say the amount of time Big Ag has slurped a lot more water than is available to grow their pesticide generating, bee killing crops. Lately, with the predictability of sprayings followed by weather disturbances, I'm trying to recall how long ago we might have seen natural weather at all. Maybe, if the thirsty personhoods pay full price and power is appropriately convinced of need, pilots are enlisted to work through the night since there are often nights the Milky Way is obscured with crazy zigzags - in which case, first light carries obliterating see nothing - know nothing fogs followed by news coverage of 40 vehicle pileups on major interstates because commuters refuse to take the hint in the mindless rush to beat the clock.
Weather prediction sites appear to be in on the situation as if they receive transmissions stating what to tell their visitors. They are not always correct, in fact, most are off the mark by many hours sometimes missing events completely. This could be because rigged weather is in BETA, still developing, not refined enough yet to smack the mark on target, except for rain. Rain never misses, they may miss the hour it will start, but it always shows up somewhere on the designated day.
I don't like looking at chemtrails, I've always had a bad feeling about them, the reason being the high potential we are witnessing the ongoing anthropogenic battle for control of Nature. It bothers me to see something so obvious be ignored and denied. They illustrate perfectly for all to see, the vast void of respect westernized humanity bears toward the natural world preferring to throw its full support into a broken system. And chemtrails are ugly, far too Jackson Pollack binging on jet fuel for my taste.
We knew they wanted to control the weather and made some promise they would own it by 2012. Since then we've seen or experienced first hand incredible so-called natural disasters wiping out huge populations in nearly every country on the global map. Some people think HAARP is responsible, it may be or may not be, how would we know and how would we prove it? And if it was proven that weather IS controlled, owning not only egregious weapons of unnatural natural disaster, resulting in horrific floods, mudslides, epidemics and famine, why not go for the whole package including tornados, rain, hail, snow and freak fogs? And why not eliminate unprofitable, uncooperative regions by erasing them with killer drought where wildland fires gobble everything in their path followed by loss of livelyhoods putting more and fatter rolls of bills in the bottomless pockets of Big Ag and industries rebuilding shattered infrastructure? This can only worsen as the planet caves in under the weight and twists of overpopulation. "Life begins at fertilization ..." A statement that somehow never applies to any species other than human.
Further, considering that we now have two Ozone holes, over the Artic and the Antarctic poles, there exists the unpleasant possibility the only natural weather humans will ever again see exists on other planets. The desire to possess the weather at all is illogical, so absurd there is no category in the system's verbose Diagnostic Manual to cover it, thus it walks free to smear its carnage upon defenseless twinkie addicts who refuse to pay attention and don't really care if there is anything else happening anywhere around them unless they are busted for one or more inane legal infractions and have to come up with bail. If they know anything, they know twinkies are not available on Big Ag's chain gangs.
Some of these disasters are not specifically weather-related such as oil spills although the aftermath is the same, Iraq and Katrina are but two examples. Whatever the target, whatever the weapon, the results tell you everything you'd want to know, if you want to know, just so there is no confusion about the stunningly advanced state of the State.
There is another part of this that is particularly tragic in addition to all the tragedy owning the weather manufactures and that is of the grocery clerks and errand boys carrying out their orders. PSTD anyone? CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW YOU WOULD FEEL in your effort to please the boss knowing all the while you flew around for years with Evil as your co-pilot?
Well, what do I know anyway, I'm just another little person slave like so many others, trying to make sense of it, plodding along under darkening clouds. This set of theories presented does not mean climate change does or does not command star billing in the ubiquity of the chemtrail which leaves our door wide open for additional thoughts on the matter and should you have something to share, do feel free. A few weeks ago I mentioned in a comment that if what is happening to the sky's palette was good, beneficial to humanity or healthy and logical and worthwhile, we would have heard about it long ago. The PR would be read, heard, tweeted, televised, trumpeted from sea to shining sea. But instead we are not to know, at least not now.
Why - is - that?
Perhaps drastic climate change has been well underway long enough for chemtrails to be the final solution to salvaging impossibly unlimited growth? Note the continuing mania over the markets' rise and fall, the lack of interest in trains, the never ending wars creating new extremes in empire expansion, the general lack of interest in geologic proof the glaciers are melting, the shorelines receding, etc.
On the other hand, and exactly as that grade school science film mentioned in our last post exemplifies,
*****
Missing Etta James. See you again stomping gospel R&B one of these days in Heavenly Heaven. Bon Voyage and party up. May all that love you lacked in childhood surround you for the next 30,000 years in the Human Realm.
Not missing Jo-pa whose dye job at age eighty-four shows us vanity took precedence over his unique position to make right predatorial wrong.
That would be one way to view chemtrails. There are other ways and none of them speak well for the massive effort expended.
I've been seeing this sky weirdness in so many far apart geographies for so many years, I've come to some conclusions. Wait, let me express that more accurately to fit in with the exponentially negative aura of these times. While I know nothing, I-harbor-suspicions. Surely that makes me one in five US citizens suffering from untreated mental illness as calculated by a 2010 government survey. Regardless, my suspicions are not without cause. Some of the more popular American newspapers used to inadvertently show huge color photos of chemtrails crisscrossing in the background while photographically profiling some up and coming European literary or film figure, the usual full page filler for their glossy Sunday magazines. They seem to be covering their errors now, maybe there were queries and you know, queries about chemtrails are never answered or not even responded to with anything resembling a humble admission of ignorance or guilt by association via inside information. But I saw it, and what I saw was confirmation chemtrails are littering the skies of the whole of the western world. I have not been to the Middle East recently, so I can't say if they have chemtrails there, but if you have seen it up close or seen any unaltered photos of their skies showing chemtrails, I'd like to hear about it.
We are going into the third decade of chemtrail awareness and in all those years I have never had a satisfactory response from any professional corner, (such as pilots, who should or would know, unless they have no idea what they are doing and it was intentionally left out of the training video games) other than patronizing assurance the phenomena is just contrails. Ah, right, okay. One fine afternoon while under seige, we went out to the highest peak in greater socal for sincere study and met some authentic pilots also watching who blew us off as lefty hippies for our concerns as the sky grew white with ball-fringed stripes and rainbow oilys shining through the scribble scrabble of duelling joysticks imitating NASCAR favorites vying for top gun. You can see when its quittin' time by the quit-trail, zigging, zagging, looping and jerking in Mad Mouse roller coaster twists on their way back to the base for a Bud.
Here is what is most obvious, aka, the prime suspect: The weather around here is generally lovely, so that whenever our graduated Cerulean Blue skies are deflowered, I've come to anticipate foul weather within 24 hours, more or less. Some things really are learned through the simple observations of simple people, for example, people who have spent a lifetime sailing the open waters where sensitivity to the elements takes precedence over the charted course, in this case the habitual siege on the heavens rather accurately portends high winds, heavy rains, overcast skies, often hail and snow and not always at the time of year you would expect.
This might mean we have not had real weather, natural weather, classically seasonal weather for a long time, say the amount of time Big Ag has slurped a lot more water than is available to grow their pesticide generating, bee killing crops. Lately, with the predictability of sprayings followed by weather disturbances, I'm trying to recall how long ago we might have seen natural weather at all. Maybe, if the thirsty personhoods pay full price and power is appropriately convinced of need, pilots are enlisted to work through the night since there are often nights the Milky Way is obscured with crazy zigzags - in which case, first light carries obliterating see nothing - know nothing fogs followed by news coverage of 40 vehicle pileups on major interstates because commuters refuse to take the hint in the mindless rush to beat the clock.
Weather prediction sites appear to be in on the situation as if they receive transmissions stating what to tell their visitors. They are not always correct, in fact, most are off the mark by many hours sometimes missing events completely. This could be because rigged weather is in BETA, still developing, not refined enough yet to smack the mark on target, except for rain. Rain never misses, they may miss the hour it will start, but it always shows up somewhere on the designated day.
I don't like looking at chemtrails, I've always had a bad feeling about them, the reason being the high potential we are witnessing the ongoing anthropogenic battle for control of Nature. It bothers me to see something so obvious be ignored and denied. They illustrate perfectly for all to see, the vast void of respect westernized humanity bears toward the natural world preferring to throw its full support into a broken system. And chemtrails are ugly, far too Jackson Pollack binging on jet fuel for my taste.
We knew they wanted to control the weather and made some promise they would own it by 2012. Since then we've seen or experienced first hand incredible so-called natural disasters wiping out huge populations in nearly every country on the global map. Some people think HAARP is responsible, it may be or may not be, how would we know and how would we prove it? And if it was proven that weather IS controlled, owning not only egregious weapons of unnatural natural disaster, resulting in horrific floods, mudslides, epidemics and famine, why not go for the whole package including tornados, rain, hail, snow and freak fogs? And why not eliminate unprofitable, uncooperative regions by erasing them with killer drought where wildland fires gobble everything in their path followed by loss of livelyhoods putting more and fatter rolls of bills in the bottomless pockets of Big Ag and industries rebuilding shattered infrastructure? This can only worsen as the planet caves in under the weight and twists of overpopulation. "Life begins at fertilization ..." A statement that somehow never applies to any species other than human.
Further, considering that we now have two Ozone holes, over the Artic and the Antarctic poles, there exists the unpleasant possibility the only natural weather humans will ever again see exists on other planets. The desire to possess the weather at all is illogical, so absurd there is no category in the system's verbose Diagnostic Manual to cover it, thus it walks free to smear its carnage upon defenseless twinkie addicts who refuse to pay attention and don't really care if there is anything else happening anywhere around them unless they are busted for one or more inane legal infractions and have to come up with bail. If they know anything, they know twinkies are not available on Big Ag's chain gangs.
Some of these disasters are not specifically weather-related such as oil spills although the aftermath is the same, Iraq and Katrina are but two examples. Whatever the target, whatever the weapon, the results tell you everything you'd want to know, if you want to know, just so there is no confusion about the stunningly advanced state of the State.
There is another part of this that is particularly tragic in addition to all the tragedy owning the weather manufactures and that is of the grocery clerks and errand boys carrying out their orders. PSTD anyone? CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW YOU WOULD FEEL in your effort to please the boss knowing all the while you flew around for years with Evil as your co-pilot?
Well, what do I know anyway, I'm just another little person slave like so many others, trying to make sense of it, plodding along under darkening clouds. This set of theories presented does not mean climate change does or does not command star billing in the ubiquity of the chemtrail which leaves our door wide open for additional thoughts on the matter and should you have something to share, do feel free. A few weeks ago I mentioned in a comment that if what is happening to the sky's palette was good, beneficial to humanity or healthy and logical and worthwhile, we would have heard about it long ago. The PR would be read, heard, tweeted, televised, trumpeted from sea to shining sea. But instead we are not to know, at least not now.
Why - is - that?
Perhaps drastic climate change has been well underway long enough for chemtrails to be the final solution to salvaging impossibly unlimited growth? Note the continuing mania over the markets' rise and fall, the lack of interest in trains, the never ending wars creating new extremes in empire expansion, the general lack of interest in geologic proof the glaciers are melting, the shorelines receding, etc.
On the other hand, and exactly as that grade school science film mentioned in our last post exemplifies,
... cells move around in the bloodstream. They bunch up, some break away from the group and keep moving, some few are stuck together for the duration of the flow. ...Everything is always in a state of change, living or dead, which is cool, it is right and it is real, a state to be survived with durability, creativity and imagination, not resisted, denied, feared, manipulated and made false in a pretense of invisibility.
*****
Missing Etta James. See you again stomping gospel R&B one of these days in Heavenly Heaven. Bon Voyage and party up. May all that love you lacked in childhood surround you for the next 30,000 years in the Human Realm.
Not missing Jo-pa whose dye job at age eighty-four shows us vanity took precedence over his unique position to make right predatorial wrong.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
one mind is a revolution
It is unconsciously understood by logical people that panic is the least effective response to crisis whether it be creeping-crisis, mid-crisis or post-crisis, panic has nothing to offer and everything to worsen whatever problematic situation affects our human experience in general. Panic is a physical state where the trembling imagination swings into overdrive fantasizing often impossible possibilities all of which magnify the potential for cascading disaster, making whatever is happening into extremes of personal damage especially inclusive of what the term damage represents to the particular individual in crisis. (dam-age, i.e.; capture and block the natural progression of life) If you happen to be standing near someone in panic you will be subject to all the exponential multiples of why you too should join in. If you happen to bear some guilt related to the crisis incident, however minor or drastic, you will understand the contagion of panic and if your mind is on straight, you will note the futility of such behavior and instead do the right thing to resolve whatever is taking place that is causing panic, especially when panic is expressed among a wide variety of people, many of whom have no ability to rise above their fears to see what is actually taking place.
Since the dawn of the governed and governors, forcing panic is the favored tool for control of the slaves. However, panic, torturous and nonproductive, backfires when overused as it has been continuously, now more than ever before thanks to the mass mind whipped into frenzy by masquerading oxymoronic analytic punditry. Think George Anthony, according to his alleged mistress's testimony, in a state of panic after his granddaughter drowns in the family pool, "It was an accident that snowballed out of control." Think of the Orthodox hardware store stocker, who when he heard of the search for missing eight year-old Leibby Kletzy, likely seated quietly waiting for his ride to the Judaic bookstore, panicked and kills him, dismembering the defenseless child body and distributes the pieces in various locations. You have to ask what happened! The logical mind, cool under pressure, aware through multitudes of precarious circumstance, wants to know what would have happened if instead, someone had the wherewithal to do the right thing because on the other side of the moment is another moment, life comes in waves, and the next moment could have brought resolution rather than enlarging the hemorrhaging of panic.
It is helpful to be aware that nearly everything, perhaps all of what we hear coming from anyone who thinks themselves somehow more powerful, more Darwinianly "fit" for survival than ourselves, is inducement to panic. The intent is to have you become a follower, to lean on them for your every need eliminating any positive activities on your part, resulting in a sort of expansion of predatory power to suck you into any agenda that without the element of panic, is an agenda with which you would never have any involvement at all. It is the pressure to panic the populations that has created the very stupid situation the westernized world finds itself inside today. True believers have swallowed it all and refuse to see beyond the immediate. An excellent point made recently by Arthur Silber discussing Stockholm Syndrome was that of whatever relief we are allowed during the induced panic state is generally often viewed as a kindness thus leading us deeper into darker dungeons of torture and cruelty.
Once one achieves a certain level of spiritual development, induced panic has no effect. They might as well put that tool away now because as far as we overstand the national crisis, whatever effects are supposed to occur cannot take place without creating freak outbursts among the population at large that has become helpless and terribly confused so that any positive action that could be taken during the course of panic resolution appears in the imagination as the wrong action since any action at all is punishable by any means from instant penury to permanent social status as pariah/outcast or grossly disturbed mentally deficient to capital punishment by multiple injections of paralyzing chemical compounds. A person succumbed to panic naturally thinks he is damned if he does and damned if he doesn't and then whatever course of action follows rips off the bandages and unravels the stitches of social cohesion, bleeding all over everything making healing very nearly impossible.
I've noticed there are people who are entirely responsible to themselves and in direct contact at all times with the truth that terrorizing them is wasted energy. And certainly there are times when those same people are faced with genuine crisis, but having had experiences and understandings of those experiences unique to themselves, never panic. In other words, once you have died, you no longer fear death. Stated further, once you have allowed yourself to live fully, why would you fear death?
In perhaps the most glaring illustrations yet of how bizarre the governing process has become, these freak outbursts within the ranks tells us all we need to know to move on and leave the jackals quarreling over their kills. They overused the tools and fail to see themselves as berserk and pitiful grappling over spoils. We see them committing career suicides and it means everything to the mass mind, but what does it mean to us? Its supposed to mean TEOTWAWKI, but it does not. Life is everywhere, life is what we make it, peace is where we find it and dwells within us if only we are strong enough to stop handwringing and see it all for what it is. Sometimes, you want to put a hand on their shoulder and say, hey, get a grip there fella, but you don't dare unless you want to face off with snarling monsters in which case, winning with your life intact is definitely not an option.
I agree they make it hard to get there, but it is that difficulty that makes our journey ultimately worthwhile. If you achieve nothing else in this lifetime, to achieve inner peace regardless of predators and their freak offspring, the mass mind, you will have achieved a legacy worth the heartache of having been here.
The morass of legalities, justice and vengeance foisted upon the hapless for the ugly intention described above can be simplified and vastly improved by sticking to one easy rule taken to heart and always intended, Do No Harm. How we could ever get into that headspace now is a truly tedious, mind-numbing complexity that few will take the time to consider or even view as rational thought, except there is no alternative. If we cannot see the harm intended and where it is taking humanity, we will shortly extinct ourselves into oblivion exactly as is happening in real time. It is now more important to terrorize each other than explore the heavens. It has been coming on for ages, our ridiculous, tragic destiny to undermine humanity so that one portion appears to themselves, superior. And you know, it doesn't have to be that way if you, in your own heart, refuse to allow it any room to manifest.
If you are a new reader, it goes without saying you should not be confused between the mass mind and the one mind. There is literally an entire universe of difference.
Since the dawn of the governed and governors, forcing panic is the favored tool for control of the slaves. However, panic, torturous and nonproductive, backfires when overused as it has been continuously, now more than ever before thanks to the mass mind whipped into frenzy by masquerading oxymoronic analytic punditry. Think George Anthony, according to his alleged mistress's testimony, in a state of panic after his granddaughter drowns in the family pool, "It was an accident that snowballed out of control." Think of the Orthodox hardware store stocker, who when he heard of the search for missing eight year-old Leibby Kletzy, likely seated quietly waiting for his ride to the Judaic bookstore, panicked and kills him, dismembering the defenseless child body and distributes the pieces in various locations. You have to ask what happened! The logical mind, cool under pressure, aware through multitudes of precarious circumstance, wants to know what would have happened if instead, someone had the wherewithal to do the right thing because on the other side of the moment is another moment, life comes in waves, and the next moment could have brought resolution rather than enlarging the hemorrhaging of panic.
It is helpful to be aware that nearly everything, perhaps all of what we hear coming from anyone who thinks themselves somehow more powerful, more Darwinianly "fit" for survival than ourselves, is inducement to panic. The intent is to have you become a follower, to lean on them for your every need eliminating any positive activities on your part, resulting in a sort of expansion of predatory power to suck you into any agenda that without the element of panic, is an agenda with which you would never have any involvement at all. It is the pressure to panic the populations that has created the very stupid situation the westernized world finds itself inside today. True believers have swallowed it all and refuse to see beyond the immediate. An excellent point made recently by Arthur Silber discussing Stockholm Syndrome was that of whatever relief we are allowed during the induced panic state is generally often viewed as a kindness thus leading us deeper into darker dungeons of torture and cruelty.
Once one achieves a certain level of spiritual development, induced panic has no effect. They might as well put that tool away now because as far as we overstand the national crisis, whatever effects are supposed to occur cannot take place without creating freak outbursts among the population at large that has become helpless and terribly confused so that any positive action that could be taken during the course of panic resolution appears in the imagination as the wrong action since any action at all is punishable by any means from instant penury to permanent social status as pariah/outcast or grossly disturbed mentally deficient to capital punishment by multiple injections of paralyzing chemical compounds. A person succumbed to panic naturally thinks he is damned if he does and damned if he doesn't and then whatever course of action follows rips off the bandages and unravels the stitches of social cohesion, bleeding all over everything making healing very nearly impossible.
I've noticed there are people who are entirely responsible to themselves and in direct contact at all times with the truth that terrorizing them is wasted energy. And certainly there are times when those same people are faced with genuine crisis, but having had experiences and understandings of those experiences unique to themselves, never panic. In other words, once you have died, you no longer fear death. Stated further, once you have allowed yourself to live fully, why would you fear death?
In perhaps the most glaring illustrations yet of how bizarre the governing process has become, these freak outbursts within the ranks tells us all we need to know to move on and leave the jackals quarreling over their kills. They overused the tools and fail to see themselves as berserk and pitiful grappling over spoils. We see them committing career suicides and it means everything to the mass mind, but what does it mean to us? Its supposed to mean TEOTWAWKI, but it does not. Life is everywhere, life is what we make it, peace is where we find it and dwells within us if only we are strong enough to stop handwringing and see it all for what it is. Sometimes, you want to put a hand on their shoulder and say, hey, get a grip there fella, but you don't dare unless you want to face off with snarling monsters in which case, winning with your life intact is definitely not an option.
I agree they make it hard to get there, but it is that difficulty that makes our journey ultimately worthwhile. If you achieve nothing else in this lifetime, to achieve inner peace regardless of predators and their freak offspring, the mass mind, you will have achieved a legacy worth the heartache of having been here.
The morass of legalities, justice and vengeance foisted upon the hapless for the ugly intention described above can be simplified and vastly improved by sticking to one easy rule taken to heart and always intended, Do No Harm. How we could ever get into that headspace now is a truly tedious, mind-numbing complexity that few will take the time to consider or even view as rational thought, except there is no alternative. If we cannot see the harm intended and where it is taking humanity, we will shortly extinct ourselves into oblivion exactly as is happening in real time. It is now more important to terrorize each other than explore the heavens. It has been coming on for ages, our ridiculous, tragic destiny to undermine humanity so that one portion appears to themselves, superior. And you know, it doesn't have to be that way if you, in your own heart, refuse to allow it any room to manifest.
If you are a new reader, it goes without saying you should not be confused between the mass mind and the one mind. There is literally an entire universe of difference.
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