Monday, November 17, 2014

Down the Wrong Way Highway Moonwalking into The Dark Backwards

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your nose always be cold and wet.

They’ve done a lot of things to sensitize and then desensitize human nature, according to some unpublished, diabolical plan. The home has been invaded by the television. Out of doors, people are suited up with cellphones, headphones, Mp3 players and hidden and insertable, vibrating devices that also help to take one’s mind off of all the loud, pushing and unpleasant scurrying, conniving and desperation grasping taking place all around; not to mention all of the bad vibrations that are the fruit of the time. We live in an age of weaponized, psychological programming. It comes at you through the television. It comes at you through the ever intensifying onslaught of images and bigger and bigger screens hanging in public places. It comes at you in the schools and in the workplace, due to ever more and more legislation of social mores. Viewpoints and opinions are now becoming a matter of law. You can’t get away from any of it. It is even coming at you in your sleep. Vile entities are chanting dark and noxious paeans to all sorts of demonic personalities, who look at this historical period as FEEDING TIME!!! Then there are all the microwave devices, conning towers; visible and invisible and... as has already been stated; endless programming that you might be aware of and might not aware of.

What this makes for is a lot of uptight people and... I’ve certainly seen a lot of that lately, as people’s irritation level continues to rise and rise. We live in an age of prickly pears and misanthropes. People are becoming curmudgeons long before the time they used to be funneled into that state, as a result of not being able to process ordinary human emotion and interaction. A great deal of it comes about due to rising selfishness, resulting from the ubiquitous promotion of self interest. Self interest is seen as a positive attitude; greed is good!”. Win by any means and at all costs or... sink into failure and ignominy.

The war between men and women is also intensifying, as the mating game becomes more and more a matter of conquest and less and less a matter of love. Drug store Lotharios now have hidden cameras in their bedrooms and the sexually dysfunctional have them on their wrists, in their sunglasses, their cars and as buttons on their coats and hats, just looking for anything they can upload to Screwyoutube or embarrass friends and strangers with. There’s a level of petty meanness and mendacity, the like of which I have never seen before. What people find funny is not funny. What people think is real is not real. Good and bad are going through so many wardrobe changes that they have become increasingly hard to identify. Monsters like Derrida are legitimized as one more asset in the war against clarity, sanity and civility. If the Pop Tart philosopher believes in nothing but the triumph of materialism or meaningless tail chasing like Wittgenstein, then they are the cat’s meow in the forest of perverted Tao.

The Crass Media and established academe, work in concert to push these pseudo-intellectual Invictus poses as emblematic of fiercely independent thought and all that is created are insufferable prigs talking nonsense out of both sides of their mouth. Meanwhile the independent (ha!) and alternative media do the same thing, pushing similar frauds, whose bogus credentials identify them from that side of the aisle.

What the result of all of this is is a public that knows nothing at all, or knows a whole lot of things that add up to manufactured confusion, with conflict and argument as the objective. Divide and conquer! Spread confusion and dissension! Who is behind that? Who profits from that?

The female side of things is hysterical, resentful and filled with grievances, both real and imagined. On the male side, it is populated with cynical pomposity, odious and ridiculous vanities, coupled with rear entry, jackhammering, animal dominance games intending to objectify and demean the other side of the equation AND... in many cases you got the other side of the equation celebrating this with the push for Slut Rights. Of course, sluts have all the right they could ever wish for but they are just one more runner in the neck and neck, de-evolution race against what used to be, what wants to be and all that alternative sexual insanity which is collectively nothing more than, “Me. ME! ME!!! “I did it Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Way!!!” And then? Then I did it your way and their way and soon enough there was no way... out, nor was there an idea of what out means anymore. This is what happens when you get caught up in the spin cycle tumbler of powerful waves of sensation and undisciplined desires. It is like being caught in a monster ocean wave... you do not know which way is up. You can actually swim down thinking it is up.

All over the world of the moment, people are being slaughtered and shoveled into mass graves with front loaders; of course, a lot of them get tortured and raped first; possibly with a sticker slapped on to them afterwards to indicate that these things have been accomplished, lest it happen more than once. Oh... that’s okay? Alright then.

If one studies present conditions; trending implications, the general public mindset overall and also takes stock of ones own capacity to do anything about any of it... one is left with a real sense of personal impotence in the face of it. This leaves the majority either fuming, terrified and abandoned (feeling that way) or surrendered into the flashing lights and sensation of the wrong way highway of the dark backwards.

So... with all that in mind, what does a conscious and caring soul do? There are NO viable options other than an intensification of self discovery and- if you are motivated that way; helping as you go and trusting in the cosmos to work it out. What else have you got? Surely the idea might surface that you need to consider being at a safe distance from the INEVITABLE collapse of the system. The system is engaged in ritual seppuku. If you can’t see it then you are most likely kneeling alongside, waiting for your turn in the barrel (metaphorically speaking).

Do you go into prepper mode? Do you literally head for the hills, or some other part of the planet where it may or may not combust? Do you become overcome with the circumstances that you have neither the will nor the savvy to contend against, because... because you DID NOT do the internal work necessary? It will be some combination of all these things for all of us, as well as many another option exercised through inspiration, desperation or some permutation of the ever widening madness, expanding like a blanket of darkness across so many lands.

I do not know where it is all going to lead. I suspect it leads to many different places and all of them determined by values and intention. For me, the planet and everything ‘out there’, ‘in there’ and beyond it, are all a beautifully jeweled and precise mathematical expression of something past all human ken. If I am conscious and everything else is conscious, then it is a matter of to what degree I am harmonious with it all, or positively inharmonious with whatever aspects are anti-life.

I wish I had a magic wand or an invisible army of warriors to fight on the behalf of humanity. I do not have these things so far as I know. I have been led to believe that if I can only overcome myself then I can overcome the world. Certainly, across the course of history there have been committed and determined souls who have had a remarkable impact on life. Why not me? Why not you? As has been stated here many times; it isn’t a matter of winning or losing in the contests that confront us. Sometimes the game is fixed. Sometimes you can’t win even when you do win. It is a matter of what you are fighting for, or striving after; where your values lie because that is what drives or restrains you. Somehow this makes a difference at some point. It is what I believe in any case and the biggest part of what motivates me.

I do not believe that I have sole possession of the truth, or that the manner in which I view life is the most accurate to be found. I don’t think I’m always right, or even that I know what I am talking about at every moment. I do believe that I don’t know and that it is not possible for me to know but that everything is known somehow, somewhere and for so long as I recognize my limitations, it is possible for me to know whatever it is that I need to know at the time I need to know it.

Will I survive the world shaking changes on the horizon? Will you? I don’t know. I wake each day, like the rest of us that wake up at all and I try to do the best I can. I have yet to be fully successful on any given day.

I wish you good fortune and the necessary tools to generate it. Be well.

Last night's badly recorded and unedited radio show is available for streaming; my apologies for still not having gotten my recording setup going. This is just how it's going to be until I get wherever it is I am supposed to get to.

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