So much trouble in the world
So much trouble in the world
Bless my eyes this morning
Jah sun is on the rise once again
The way earthly thin's are goin'
Anything can happen.
You see men sailing on their ego trip,
Blast off on their spaceship,
Million miles from reality:
No care for you, no care for me.
So much trouble in the world;
So much trouble in the world...
Yes I. Indeed. Anything can happen ... and will and does. As you know well, by now, at this time in this form in this particular go around on this spectacular Earthly plane.
Imagine, for example, what the next leaders of the multitudes of lives and lifestyles within our geography will be doing at their polished desks among all the rare antiquities surrounded by their special chosen Cabinet. Think about how they think of you - and then think about the generations to come.
Are we in agreement that it is absurd that the legal personhoods continue to flood coastal cities with waterfront development? We wonder if the Blonde vs. Blonde voting populations also find it absurd. I think not. With one, we get to be subjects of the Roman Empire on Steroids, with the other, slave gladiators. As in anything can happen perhaps nothing like what I've just described will happen. Judging by the American experience since WW2, a good bet would be no positive change, but an exponential growth of what we already have and see now - which will, naturally, unfold rapidly since this is how they already do it, momentum is increased at every opportunity and the opportunities are unlimited. My friends, we are in uncharted territory.
UNLESS
You see it for what you always saw it, lodged in buildings built by slaves housing the slickest of the slick, where they do what they think are slick things. These things are rarely in and nowhere near our favor because people who make rules always make rules in their favor whether they know it or not. Their favor means anything further separating them from those who are disfavored, be it status, power, visibility or loyalties favoring all whom they perceive to be just like themselves.
To live a happy life, forget about them and enjoy JAH suns and moons. Teach the children love and compassion. Stay with your own creativity, it never fails to keep you high and away, above the BS and free. Keep your mind open and learning. Stay away from judgements, instead look for the overview.
Surely there are many who sacrifice enjoying a happy life out of sheer gluttony for status, power and visibility. They made their choices long ago and we should not expect them to change now, therefore, it is up to us to live our happy lives as best we can. By using the term "happy life", I mean living a life in which you respect your own existence and everyone else's also. If you have love for yourself, it radiates into everything you do, everyone you see, all species you come across, not just those with whom you are already close, but the "strangers" you frequently meet in your journey. More often than not, I am a little shocked and pleased to find new like minds where I never thought I would. For Izzy who commented on our last post he wished it was easier to find like minds off line as it is for him online, I would think the more time you can spend offline, the more you give of yourself, you come across like minds. Another thing that must be stated about happy lives isn't exactly Izzy's issue as he stated it, rather it is a common trait among human beings to create a pattern in the unconscious mind of just how a stranger must appear and sound in order to communicate with them. It is extraordinarily beneficial to recognize that trait is a survival throwback to the dawn of Humankind and has virtually no basis in your mission on Earth within the Heavens. All uncharted territory is opportunity.
Verse: So Much Trouble In The World
Bob Marley & The Wailers, from Songs of Freedom
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Sunday, May 15, 2016
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
belief & hope
Good Evening Friends. Here we are again, it hasn't been that long really, only two weeks as opposed to a real hiatus. I prefer to call it a sabbatical because the word itself conjures something much closer to what I do offline. I'm not sweetening it, actually sweet is too weak a word when you live in the continuous state of Present Shock where every twenty-four hour cycle is Halloween combined with April's Fool's Day. The changes just keep coming, never think anything is static. Anything. The energy fields have been bent to ramp it up. This week's watchword is BELIEVE.
Last night, directly on the heels of our past few weeks into the fall semester, during which we were inundated, drip fed, rudely awakened from our physically and mentally restorative safe havens of creative vesselship, we were taught, in black and white, beyond all shadow of doubt, how foolish and irresponsible are the designers of spaceman hazmat suits, medical caregivers, mass transportation screeners and military scribes when it comes to pandemic preparedness. Kinda like if western medical personnel and those just following orders have turned into the Malaysian Airlines copywriting staff for this one. Why are we supposed to think that?
I'd like to know what the military thinks it can accomplish by exposing its forces to Ebola, which brings me to Dublin Mick's bombshell post where he quotes Jim Stone on the massive wolf cry of Ebola. I read it last night and noted the conversation in the comments on my previous post are quickly turning in that direction and feel probably a lot like everyone else which is:
I don't know what to believe.
Only Jah know what going down.
Of course, I've been over it again and again and unfortunately we have some precedents for this kind of thing, enough so the boy who cries wolf appears to be typical of perhaps, a whining toddler trying to get
his/her way. But we don't really know, do we. There is a progressive negative aftermath to all that we've witnessed on our devices. And for everything we've been thrown, really, there is no other way to think about it. but still ... hope and belief come creepin' round. run...
Things come across the internet that intend to produce an effect. Through this medium, we are taught and shown examples of what is good and what is bad, regardless that these "things" are very often contradictory.
Perhaps we need to stop believing in belief. There is only one thing we can be sure of and that is ourselves, but even personal faith is sometimes unreliable. When it is unreliable to us, we seek opinions from those we "believe" to be wiser than ourselves. In Present Shock, this crazy, ruthless, over-intense, mind and body destroying avalanche of information can debilitate even the most trusted of our vanishing advisers.
Because Hope is belief's accomplice. Together, they are old habits of cowardice in concentration. Delusional U-turns on a circular beltway.
We need neither to survive. We never did and still don't. I shouldn't have to point that out.
Real fact is helpful where you can find it. Connected to our devices, the device on which you are reading this text, there is unfortunately little, perhaps none, to be found. Thus, the marketing, development and continuous upgrading of these devices becomes the only way to manage seven billion hopeful believers while the planet is shredded into a million, quadrillion, tiny pieces.
Last night, directly on the heels of our past few weeks into the fall semester, during which we were inundated, drip fed, rudely awakened from our physically and mentally restorative safe havens of creative vesselship, we were taught, in black and white, beyond all shadow of doubt, how foolish and irresponsible are the designers of spaceman hazmat suits, medical caregivers, mass transportation screeners and military scribes when it comes to pandemic preparedness. Kinda like if western medical personnel and those just following orders have turned into the Malaysian Airlines copywriting staff for this one. Why are we supposed to think that?
I'd like to know what the military thinks it can accomplish by exposing its forces to Ebola, which brings me to Dublin Mick's bombshell post where he quotes Jim Stone on the massive wolf cry of Ebola. I read it last night and noted the conversation in the comments on my previous post are quickly turning in that direction and feel probably a lot like everyone else which is:
I don't know what to believe.
Only Jah know what going down.
Of course, I've been over it again and again and unfortunately we have some precedents for this kind of thing, enough so the boy who cries wolf appears to be typical of perhaps, a whining toddler trying to get
his/her way. But we don't really know, do we. There is a progressive negative aftermath to all that we've witnessed on our devices. And for everything we've been thrown, really, there is no other way to think about it. but still ... hope and belief come creepin' round. run...
Things come across the internet that intend to produce an effect. Through this medium, we are taught and shown examples of what is good and what is bad, regardless that these "things" are very often contradictory.
Perhaps we need to stop believing in belief. There is only one thing we can be sure of and that is ourselves, but even personal faith is sometimes unreliable. When it is unreliable to us, we seek opinions from those we "believe" to be wiser than ourselves. In Present Shock, this crazy, ruthless, over-intense, mind and body destroying avalanche of information can debilitate even the most trusted of our vanishing advisers.
Because Hope is belief's accomplice. Together, they are old habits of cowardice in concentration. Delusional U-turns on a circular beltway.
We need neither to survive. We never did and still don't. I shouldn't have to point that out.
Real fact is helpful where you can find it. Connected to our devices, the device on which you are reading this text, there is unfortunately little, perhaps none, to be found. Thus, the marketing, development and continuous upgrading of these devices becomes the only way to manage seven billion hopeful believers while the planet is shredded into a million, quadrillion, tiny pieces.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Update on Presentism
It is only right and fitting that proper credit be given where it is due. This hot and sweaty subject is still with us, the beast's foul breath up close and personal and has a feel of permanence, but then so did the past while yesterday was gradually awakening into the present, step by step, the sands running through the hourglass of time, we suddenly arrive at this peculiar situation. An example of how the memory in overload of presentism stores information would be the essay I put up in July on Present Shock, much of which highlighted Charles' essay of May 22nd. Thus the following correction and more on the subject:
I saw Charles' new post a few minutes ago, the subject fascinates me. I highly recommend reading further at his sites. In presentism, our overloaded memories of what someone said or did have no room for context. This leaves us wide open for suggestion, implantation of context from undesirable forces as we see happening repeatedly to beleaguered little people worldwide every hour of every day. USA, USA, USA! Some might call it a war if they are able to grasp its totality of annihilation. This IS what is dividing us because so few are able to see or define it, much less get out from underneath its brute weight.
Douglas Rushkoff's brilliant book cover, can you feel it?
"Present Shock and the Fantasy of Change August 17, 2013
The fantasy is that the status quo won't change dramatically, even as it already has changed dramatically.
It's remarkably easy nowadays to experience Present Shock overload. I wrote about Douglas Rushkoff's new book Present Shock: When Everything Happens Now recently (Present Shock and the Loss of History and Context May 22, 2013); the book discusses the manner in which always-on digital media, communication and work flatten the natural narratives of time and context into an associative sea of free-floating information.
With history and context both disrupted, it takes a huge amount of work to maintain a context that "makes sense" of our actions and conceptual narratives. Just maintaining this coherence requires a constant investment of time and mental energy. In this sense, the constant threat of filter failure or information/task overload acts as a kind of ambient friction, draining a significant amount of time and energy from our limited resources.
When I find my worklife decohering/splintering, an internal Code Red is triggered and I go into slash-and-burn mode, reducing commitments and circling the wagons to conserve my mental energy for truly critical long-term tasks. In a way, the multiple commitments and digital distractions of modern life conspire against long-term projects and the coherent organization and investment of one's time and energy they require.
In other words, as distractions and pressures mount, we become ever less able to focus on the truly important projects that are long-term by their very nature. ... "
I saw Charles' new post a few minutes ago, the subject fascinates me. I highly recommend reading further at his sites. In presentism, our overloaded memories of what someone said or did have no room for context. This leaves us wide open for suggestion, implantation of context from undesirable forces as we see happening repeatedly to beleaguered little people worldwide every hour of every day. USA, USA, USA! Some might call it a war if they are able to grasp its totality of annihilation. This IS what is dividing us because so few are able to see or define it, much less get out from underneath its brute weight.
Douglas Rushkoff's brilliant book cover, can you feel it?
Friday, June 29, 2012
The Confluence Comes Home
May your noses always sniff out evil.
Let us revisit overpopulation today. Survival Acres has a new post up that requires our attention. Do visit if you can clear the underbrush in your mind long enough to understand the immediacy of the situation. Clearing the mind is not exactly an easy accomplishment during the reelection dogfights, ah, such choiceless mockeries of mockeries, shams of shams, put them in the ring with the mopmen and pressing crowds in formal attire cheering for blood. Are these events even worthy of your attention? Oh please. I look at the past few hours being online as futile except for John's confirmation of what we already know and refused to voice, as stated earlier... We'd better get real and soon. Although, getting real isn't an effortless accomplishment either, humans have some weird optimism trigger that kicks on as worse turns to dire and dire turns to imminent. We've all experienced "the delay" in the face of disaster. For some few, it is extremely brief, for others, a "do anything other than act" sets in which shortly is nonverbally expressed as trust and faith someone else will save your ass.
I moved yet again a few weeks ago, thus the delay in getting up a new post. While it may be seen as a running from, actually it was a welcome relief to hang out with more welcoming, intelligent people, not that there is anything wrong with the desert crowd, but isolation serves to distort one's perspective on just about anything. Lesson learned: sharing is what its all about. I've been doing things I never would have done previously and these are things such as attending open air theater under the backdrop of illustrious Spring Mountain, shown above, and back-breaking weeding on the home landscape neglected for years due to typical citizens' daily routines of ten hour workdays and drive-in takeaway before supine exhaustion. The idea is to help where real help is needed. There is a swimming pool beneath the twelve foot high dandelion greens, which until recently formed a hanging jungle, all of which is gone now including dangerous dead undergrowth matted atop soil. I still have much to do so please bear with me for another few weeks. What is most amazing are the number of helicopters passing overhead. They pass by in parades succeeding one another by sometimes a mere sixty seconds. It goes on all day, probably at night too. These are not news helicopters, these are something else and I have no idea what they are doing yet I've seen them as far away as Hoover Dam which means they are further south and then who knows where else. I expect they will shortly turn into surveillance drones with trails conveniently blazed in advance of their arrival. You have to ask yourself, what is the point? Does illegal immigration matter anymore? It seems to have given nourishment to these insane cartels which I do not think our peeps can control geographically. Indeed, there is a long standing moral about this kind of activity, something about barn doors and horses escaping ...
Do we really need to be surveilled? Or is this whole effort a boon to the security/weapons industries in the way healthcare is a boon to mega-insurers? Considering the disaster rate, insurers could lose their pants immediately and live/breathe avoidance of payouts. Perhaps to counter further failure of global economies, they've been handed the medical/pharmaceutical industries as the lifeboat of all time to stay afloat in our stormy situation. And still more gilded life rings are passed around in spite of their obvious hastening of the planet's demise! Do you believe this? Is it even possible? I really do not want to accept this as truth. They are so off the wall in freely passing out destructive opportunities for financial gain they are either deaf, dumb and blind or they don't believe the very words out of their own mouths, like wooden dummies, seated on the knee of Satan, clucking sarcastically at the gullibility of the dirty unwashed, diseased, whining, broke and broken populations stuck into repetitive patterns of gimme gimme in all its indulgent guises.
The tragedy is to see it when it never should have happened and now it cannot be stopped. In 1963, forty-nine eventful years ago, my child self asked my mother if I could use her aerosol can of hairspray to which she replied, sighing, "Well, do what you want, its your world now." THEY KNEW THEN. And they know now. And they're never going to tell us either because mass chaos would ensue, the mass chaos that makes humanity the object of surveillance. Equally sad is the gross underestimation of humanities' inherent goodness. It is that part especially that stands out as you attempt to do something normal, something decent, like foodshopping or walking the dog, and you can't help but notice the fabric of society in vast disarray, everywhere, caring is for the stupid you know, you are supposed to be at home watching the stations' rotation of news casters, enjoying freecell on your cellphone and singling out those who are not in compliance with the program of delusion, instead of watching live scams go down block by block showing raw evidence of where the money is going and vanishing as some are obliviously unconcerned behind frescoed walls while others carry their domestic anguish into the street. It is my observation, money is always the root of all problems. It may not appear so, in fact it rarely will show itself, but look deeper. It refuses to be acknowledged because such a root would be so crass. When the means of exchange for goods and services turned into paper notes, our end was, from that moment on, written in the wind.
I certainly have enjoyed blogging with such a fine tribe of friends. I see no reason to stop just because we've been lied to, cheated out of the future, cheated in every which way, robbed, trashed, humiliated and scammed, carpet bagged and incarcerated from birth into perpetual falseness as lifetime clowns in sad face, lingering these last few years for the distant roar of the crowd, the GMO popcorn, the Lions, what is left of them, breaking from their master's whip to foist centuries of anger denied them upon the innocent and stupid as the seams burst from overcrowding while the news choppers tape it all for the six o'clock hour where disaster is just another breathless ploy to score ratings which attract paying sponsors.
Jah Guide - and be the good person that you are regardless of circumstance. Do the right thing every time. Blessings abound.
Let us revisit overpopulation today. Survival Acres has a new post up that requires our attention. Do visit if you can clear the underbrush in your mind long enough to understand the immediacy of the situation. Clearing the mind is not exactly an easy accomplishment during the reelection dogfights, ah, such choiceless mockeries of mockeries, shams of shams, put them in the ring with the mopmen and pressing crowds in formal attire cheering for blood. Are these events even worthy of your attention? Oh please. I look at the past few hours being online as futile except for John's confirmation of what we already know and refused to voice, as stated earlier... We'd better get real and soon. Although, getting real isn't an effortless accomplishment either, humans have some weird optimism trigger that kicks on as worse turns to dire and dire turns to imminent. We've all experienced "the delay" in the face of disaster. For some few, it is extremely brief, for others, a "do anything other than act" sets in which shortly is nonverbally expressed as trust and faith someone else will save your ass.
I moved yet again a few weeks ago, thus the delay in getting up a new post. While it may be seen as a running from, actually it was a welcome relief to hang out with more welcoming, intelligent people, not that there is anything wrong with the desert crowd, but isolation serves to distort one's perspective on just about anything. Lesson learned: sharing is what its all about. I've been doing things I never would have done previously and these are things such as attending open air theater under the backdrop of illustrious Spring Mountain, shown above, and back-breaking weeding on the home landscape neglected for years due to typical citizens' daily routines of ten hour workdays and drive-in takeaway before supine exhaustion. The idea is to help where real help is needed. There is a swimming pool beneath the twelve foot high dandelion greens, which until recently formed a hanging jungle, all of which is gone now including dangerous dead undergrowth matted atop soil. I still have much to do so please bear with me for another few weeks. What is most amazing are the number of helicopters passing overhead. They pass by in parades succeeding one another by sometimes a mere sixty seconds. It goes on all day, probably at night too. These are not news helicopters, these are something else and I have no idea what they are doing yet I've seen them as far away as Hoover Dam which means they are further south and then who knows where else. I expect they will shortly turn into surveillance drones with trails conveniently blazed in advance of their arrival. You have to ask yourself, what is the point? Does illegal immigration matter anymore? It seems to have given nourishment to these insane cartels which I do not think our peeps can control geographically. Indeed, there is a long standing moral about this kind of activity, something about barn doors and horses escaping ...
Do we really need to be surveilled? Or is this whole effort a boon to the security/weapons industries in the way healthcare is a boon to mega-insurers? Considering the disaster rate, insurers could lose their pants immediately and live/breathe avoidance of payouts. Perhaps to counter further failure of global economies, they've been handed the medical/pharmaceutical industries as the lifeboat of all time to stay afloat in our stormy situation. And still more gilded life rings are passed around in spite of their obvious hastening of the planet's demise! Do you believe this? Is it even possible? I really do not want to accept this as truth. They are so off the wall in freely passing out destructive opportunities for financial gain they are either deaf, dumb and blind or they don't believe the very words out of their own mouths, like wooden dummies, seated on the knee of Satan, clucking sarcastically at the gullibility of the dirty unwashed, diseased, whining, broke and broken populations stuck into repetitive patterns of gimme gimme in all its indulgent guises.
The tragedy is to see it when it never should have happened and now it cannot be stopped. In 1963, forty-nine eventful years ago, my child self asked my mother if I could use her aerosol can of hairspray to which she replied, sighing, "Well, do what you want, its your world now." THEY KNEW THEN. And they know now. And they're never going to tell us either because mass chaos would ensue, the mass chaos that makes humanity the object of surveillance. Equally sad is the gross underestimation of humanities' inherent goodness. It is that part especially that stands out as you attempt to do something normal, something decent, like foodshopping or walking the dog, and you can't help but notice the fabric of society in vast disarray, everywhere, caring is for the stupid you know, you are supposed to be at home watching the stations' rotation of news casters, enjoying freecell on your cellphone and singling out those who are not in compliance with the program of delusion, instead of watching live scams go down block by block showing raw evidence of where the money is going and vanishing as some are obliviously unconcerned behind frescoed walls while others carry their domestic anguish into the street. It is my observation, money is always the root of all problems. It may not appear so, in fact it rarely will show itself, but look deeper. It refuses to be acknowledged because such a root would be so crass. When the means of exchange for goods and services turned into paper notes, our end was, from that moment on, written in the wind.
I certainly have enjoyed blogging with such a fine tribe of friends. I see no reason to stop just because we've been lied to, cheated out of the future, cheated in every which way, robbed, trashed, humiliated and scammed, carpet bagged and incarcerated from birth into perpetual falseness as lifetime clowns in sad face, lingering these last few years for the distant roar of the crowd, the GMO popcorn, the Lions, what is left of them, breaking from their master's whip to foist centuries of anger denied them upon the innocent and stupid as the seams burst from overcrowding while the news choppers tape it all for the six o'clock hour where disaster is just another breathless ploy to score ratings which attract paying sponsors.
Jah Guide - and be the good person that you are regardless of circumstance. Do the right thing every time. Blessings abound.
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