Friday, October 31, 2014

Money doesn't Kill People, Bankers Kill People.

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May your paws always be hard as nails.

Sail away... sail away you lumbering behemoth. I see you in the minds eye as a massive complexity and as unfortunately adhesive as a glue board. How many unknowing hearts and minds are embedded in this cotton candy fantasy? Allegedly it was built upon the concept of individual liberty. This meant that you could maybe make your way toward an island of prosperity as the fruit of your own efforts. It certainly meant that those grasping, conniving, greedy, loveless and driven, obsessed and damned... opportunistic souls, flagellated by self interest, could steal everything that wasn't nailed down and then come back with a crowbar. It meant that anything you could get away with was Okay and even things you might not get away with; odds are, would be okay. That's what lawyers are for and there has never been a more litigious experiment gone wrong as this one, this swaying and weaving, like a drunk at Mardi Gras, monstrosity with a mind of its own.

In these latter days, one might imagine that it more fits the image of a dead horse; a flyblown corpse and all the greedy little scavengers are at work. They'll be getting down to the marrow, right down to the hedge funds and junk bonds and business as usual insider trading, that no one does anything about. We are standing by the horse, this former horse, presently transitive ...but not too close. The smell is fierce. We thank our fortunate stars that we did not find it floating in the river and needs must haul it ashore with grappling hooks. Something very definitely crawled up and died in there. Here is wisdom. You cannot save a dead horse. This is past Stage 4, all the way to exit, stage left.

We see the swarm of flies and those particular bees at work. Worms are moving under the skin. Perhaps larger scavengers are at work as well. Imagine that these creatures are lawyers, politicians, lobbyists, bankers and stock market players, along with a whole bunch of Noahide Judges, waving a baton over the affair like the Phantom of the Opera conducting Hell's Unfinished Symphony in Asia Minor. This zombie Jabberwock seems to be alive due to the vermin moving under the skin. This gives a simulacrum of life for those copulating with the corpse. Still, they are dressed well for all that. There's no need for them to disrobe; simply open their flies to engage with the flies. Here is one of the marvels of the age; it all has the appearance of being acceptable. This is a gauge for how far wrong the horse traveled until it fell to the ground.

If you want to make wrong right you have to go after the sexual behavior of a country. That is the point at which everything else can be morphed under a malignant will. The beast is acanaceous. Bring out the ballistocardiograph! Is it truly dead? Is it walking dead? It is a zombie creature. It may well be macropterous over short distances. The very Earth has become malloseismic, as if it were adverse to the natural assimilation of this exponentially enormous cadaver. It leaps, it glides, like a flying fish and then shakes the Earth when it comes to ground. Now I see a mastigophoprous, six headed demon flailing at the beast with a flaming cat-o-nine-tails. It shrieks and howls, “Get up! You cannot die. You are Babylon the Great Whore and this is not The Last Exit to Brooklyn!”

Sex is the essential dynamic of civilization and the precursor to the family unit, followed by the village, the city and the nation. Most of our technology is based on it. Male plugs go into female sockets. Disrupt the natural order of this and everything else will go haywire. This is the intent of those who ride upon the back of the beast, who feed on the carcass, who copulate with the corpse. One might well ask if there is progeny from this last activity. Why certainly, after a fashion. All action produces offspring and one is, in the end, the beneficiary or victim of their offspring.

In its concluding phase it has become a paedocracy manipulated by demented kinder with all the ruthless and selfish force to be expected of the same. Hanged cats droop from the earlobes of this Rabelaisian raad. Money doesn't kill people. Bankers kill people. Money doesn't kill people. Moneylenders kill people.

Dark insidious relief one feels as they wait in the shadows of time. Time is just whimsy; an inconsistent fabric woven upon the face of eternity. Bankers need clocks. Bankers need time. When made up out of thin air, money is loaned out at interest, it's all about time. Suits need time. Suits are the uniform of the servants of the ancient enemy, who also needs and uses time. Time has a variable gravity. It is not the same everywhere. It is a construct in the mind. It is the measuring rod of perpetual futility. It is also a rod upon the back of all those in indentured servitude. Tick... tick... tick.

The pederast alcolytes of fixed and rebar reinforced sarcerdotalism have spun a hideous web. It is a web of darkness and death, while at the same time it provides the ridiculous, so that any intelligent mind must reject it and... as is too often the case when the intelligence is not as great as it needs be, the baby goes out with the bathwater; unless they need it for a Satanic ceremony.

One is driven mad by the tachyphrasia of marketplace minders. To the ends of the Earth, peace has been extinguished, even into the wastelands and remote places. There yet remains those cloisters where the seeking heart might find respite from the noise but these places are elusive and personal maintenance in those places requires the possession of a singular art, obtained with difficulty. The totality of this uproar has reached into the hidden kingdoms that monitor existence and they have sent their representative, Mr. Apocalypse into the fray. Of all of his talents, it is his talent as a weaver that is perhaps the greatest in terms of the necessity of the moment. He weaves all of the plots and plans of the driven, all plans whatsoever, to a desired end; cosmically speaking.

We are resident in global wanchancy, looking for departed fortune. Can we survive in the nether regions of this dead horse? Should we migrate into the further unknown? Is there a caravansary upon the way? Are we the way we are because of what we are? Or are we merely deceived into a perpetuating Halloween of false appearances? After a time, one comes to believe that they are inseparable from the fabricated appearance of themselves. It is as if one dressed in a suit of clothes and never removed them. One then comes to identify with that. Of course, this is a temporary delusion that their inevitable departure will correct, or at least inform. Awash in the zabernism of local and national enforcement arms, we have come to the place where Push and Shove contend. For many there is relief only in being an automaton. If you keep your head down, none of those high blown thoughts about personal liberty will enter in.

Yes... presumably this beast was birthed in the promise of personal liberty and so... it goes without saying that in its last stages it motors into tyranny, becoming a travesty, in all things, upon that which it was originally intended to be, which is why that phrase, “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty', is such an accurate and enduring truth. Forsooth!!! In the end, mockery becomes the prevailing attitude and ridicule the instrument of abandoned fealty. When ones leaders have become dysfunctional clowns, there is little doubt that the beast will run off the side of the road.

Why did this gargantuan beast embark on a suicidal course? One reason is the radiating darkness from atop the pyramid. The other is the complicity of the people in the pursuit of pedestrian things. Were it not for the uniform and abysmal ignorance of the population collective, these marauders and reavers would not be able to prosper as they do. The strong arm dacoitage of government institutions has reached a level of absurdity never seen before. Small business owners are depositing cash from their business operations and the IRS, a thoroughly criminal organization, seizes their money under the pretense that it represents illegal gain. Then the victim has to go to court with all the expected expenses and generally settle for less than was taken. It's a scam.

Somehow the woodwork of the infrastructure has become riddled with termites. It seems no agency is unaffected. Wholesale theft is rampant as is abuse of power and the visitation of unnecessary force upon anyone who gets in the way for whatever the reason. This all has to be a matter of policy and WHO has recently been responsible for training the American police forces? So it goes.

Each of us must manage individually or in groups within the sad and irrevocable decay of the world we knew. It's decline accelerates with every passing day. As that progresses, conditions worsen. It will come to pass that many will find it no longer possible to live where they are, while at the same time, having waited too long, are no longer able to move away. Things can occur at a previously unimagined speed, while taking all kinds of frightening and unexpected turns. It stands to reason that the further away one is from the epicenters, the better ones chances are.

I wonder about many things, while I trust the moment I occupy. I provide no resistance to the natural course of my existence. Whatever anyone may think, what will be will be and all of it dependent on what we are, so... the only way to alter what will be is to alter what we are.


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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Of Prepubescent Profanity Tarts, Warming up for the Alternate NAMBLA Games.

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Obviously we have to address this 'tots with tiaras' profanity advert; not only completely off the wall but also, nothing more than an example of crass materialism, when you look under the hood. And what would a viral PC advert be without skewered statistics? Now we got one in five raped but they kind of covered themselves by tacking on 'abused' or 'assaulted', I forget which. I do know that this includes verbal insults and dirty looks. Here's a little commentary. You get a clue about several things by reading the comments. Here's the website and you get to see the video too. A good terse explanation about the reality of one of the statistics can be found here, as for the other stats, I've made my observation and I wasn't being whimsical.

There's some very twisted Wrong Way Riegels loose in these unreal times. It is impossible to explain anything to these people. It is surely pointless to argue with them and certainly the wisest course is to cross the street when you see them coming, or better yet, live in another town. If any of these venal hypocrites were at all interested in improving the lot of women in this world, they wouldn't spend any time in the USA on that matter to begin with, but rather consider the appalling condition of human sex trafficking world wide; Tel Aviv is one of the main destination points but it's all over The East and Europe. Then there's the way women are treated in Africa and by Islamic fundies; well, by fundies of every stripe but... of course, it would be a great deal less than safe for anyone to head off to any of the places where these things are going on and then intercede on behalf of these women. It would, in fact, be suicide to seek to intrude upon the unfortunate traditions that abound in these far locales. It's much safer to run your mouth in The West where you've got Gay Academia and the Gay Entertainment Empires at your back and... of course... this video is brought forth by The Gay Agenda... duh. And of course it's getting rave reviews from people like Jane Lynch, the Lesbian from Glee and of course, Ellen Degenerate thinks the video is killer too and I'm guessing there's no reason to be surprised at other fluff and tinsel actors also getting behind this video, given what their preferences are.

What you have to always keep in mind is that what you hear about is like an iceberg. The greater mass is always below the surface. There are things below the surface, many things, that do not often see the light of day and we only hear about them in oblique ways, or slipped into fictional expressions like some of the works of Bret Easton Ellis and others you may or may not know about. Of course there are writers who treat with some of the seriously dark shit that is going on out of sight but you're not going to find them anywhere near the mainstream. I'm mentioning this to point out that there are conditions and behaviors that are many times worse than you generally hear about, going on all day long in various parts of the world. A considerably large number of people are living in various degrees of Hell on Earth. I could start running an extensive list now but... I know practically no one wants to hear about it and there's next to nothing you can do about any of it. Once again, the only thing you can do anything about is YOU. You're not a thing of course, except when you have subverted yourself into one, or devolved into an animal or... far, far worse.

What I am noticing is that humanity is splintering off into separate worlds and each of them is determined by states of awareness or a lack of awareness, or selective awareness that sets the tone vibration for the envelope that contains whoever they are. This is in keeping with the cosmic sorting out that takes place in an apocalypse. Yes... it seems like we are breaking off into our own islands of consciousness. In some cases there is such a separation of awareness and understanding that we have nothing to talk about with each other. It seems to go without saying that we are headed to different ends entirely and by implication; worlds beyond that. I'm beginning to sense a meaning to all of this but I won't say what it is that is coming into my mind at the moment; better to let it grow for awhile in the compost and see what the flowering tells us.

There seems to be little question that we are at the end of an age. It is more than that. We are at the end of a series of ages and whether there will be life continuing on into some new horizon is yet to be seen. Almost anything can happen. When seen from the perspective of ordinary life, wrapped up like a fly in a spiders web of sticky materialism, there seems to be little hope. When seen with the thousand year stare it looks quite different but usually the thousand year stare results in silence pretty much, so you don't hear anything, which is frustrating because that thousand year stare looks all kinds of impressive and you think that if the cat would just say something it might clear it all up but he just stands there with that frozen stare in that frozen stance looking like one of those statues you see all around Florence, Italy.

I got to tell you, some years have passed in the process of my doing this. I lived a whole lifetime in a foreign country and then, with no justifiable reason it just shifted into hyper-change and yet one more lifetime now opens up and across the reach of everything that passed in front of my eyes, during this time, I find that the main fruit of the course has been confusion. It's all less clear than it was and it wasn't very clear at any point before that. I'm speaking about the world as it bobs and weaves in an intricate kaleidoscope of appearances, not my personal state, which is about as good as it has ever been. I'm guessing the former is because nothing has been comprehensibly decided yet. Everything is still in flux and the window for dramatic change remains open.

One thing we know is that the last time the CIA and Mossad started sending out strange powders, strange things happened and it was preceded or followed by heinous government sponsored terror.

One of the things that keeps me sane is the near daily appearance of examples of Mr. Apocalypse's sense of humor. I got to admit, he has become a real living figure to me. I am one hundred percent convinced that he is walking around wherever he feels moved to and doing these things. I am further convinced that every time he does something he makes sure that those who are being made into demonstrations get a cold wind across the napes of their necks at the time. Here's just one of many examples that I have come across. This one didn't become major headlines because they discovered afterwards that it wasn't a roach, it was just Rahm Emanuel showing up late. Mr. Apocalypse had done a momentary Kafka switch on him, turning him into what he is behind the mirrors and smoke that make him look like a man most of the time. All those mirrors, all that smoke, all those strange incantations and blood sacrifices might have been effective enough in former times but they just aren't enough any more. There's a stronger cleaner magic on the scene these days, oh yes. AND speaking of which, this just came across my desk. Mr. Cosby is quite the powerful guy; a member of the black elite. For mainstream media to do such an expose on him is telling. You go, Mr. Apocalypse!

We have entered the zone of 'how the mighty are falling'. Anticipate... expect more and revelations of even greater, stripped naked profiles, coming up. Apocalypse; uncovering, revealing. This is what it means. This is what apocalypse means; expect it. It also means having the covering pulled away from our individual lives. It means awakening and some will do just that; awaken. Others will feel the winds of change tugging at the cape of denial that they wrap themselves in and will pull it even tighter around them. They fear the responsibility of coming to know what they already suspect. Change requires change. Change requires change. Here is a serious occult truth. Were you capable of all the demands of change on the golden spiral, there would be no need for you to die. You would simply continue to evolve. Serious students of The Emerald Tablet know this. Let us keep in mind also that the consciousness behind the architecture and creation of all the great maxims, sayings, cosmic riddles, accurate and correct analogies of Alchemy and so on, are still resident and accessible to those intrepid, not to be denied, high to the ground hunters after truth. I consider myself to be a hunter/gatherer; a hunter gatherer of truth. Truth is a double edged sword. One should not pursue it if one is not amenable to the truth acting upon the one in search of it. This is the very facility that weeds out the insincere and regardless of the mistakes one might make in their life, if they are diligent in their quest, all these errors will be corrected and summarily erased. Once you come into your own, everything that was never a part of you to begin with, is returned to the source of wherever that shortcoming or inconsistency originated.

An informed intellect and aware player, in the time of apocalypse, takes advantage of all of the options provided by an apocalypse, thereby avoiding having the apocalypse act upon them in unfortunate fashion. Instead, they act in concert with the apocalypse and enjoy the ever increasingly arrival of greater and greater awarenesses of what's what. In the end, regardless of the eternal questions about what is what, due to only half of the Mobius Strip being visible on the temporal plane, ones destiny is part and parcel of ones belief system. If the belief system is erroneous, it would be the same as for an explorer whose compass ceases to function properly and that would be due to its being magnetized by something other than True North; regardless of whether one is headed north. Here... I might add that within many a belief system there is ample room for going wrong and only a narrow window for being right. This is why I assiduously maintain that in these perilous times, the only certain and secure route is some form of Bhakti. All paths of knowledge are fraught with danger. Find good counsel and... follow it.


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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Sailing on the Prevailing Wind of the Temporary.

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May your noses always be cold and wet. Ruf!

Ah... to be more like my dog. The fidelity and unconditional love shames and inspires me every day; probably why he’s there. I’m beginning to think everything is where it is for a ‘very good reason’. Oh... I’ve always thought that but it didn't make it to the visceral until recently. You can believe it’s all there for a reason, or you can believe there is neither rhyme nor reason to any of it. Somehow... the latter is decidedly unattractive. Besides... when I look at the symmetry and beauty of Nature and the wider universe; what I see is an inexplicable harmony among diverse interactives. Now... how one explains that, to themselves and others is where the controversy comes in and... I suspect the reason for that is that no one really knows and everyone either suspects that or has a visceral awareness of it. I like what Lao Tzu said;




AND this;





How can you improve on that? You can’t. Probably one of the reasons he is not more universally followed is he provides no room for argument. You can’t argue with him except to expose yourself as a fool. The other thing is that there’s no effective religion that represents it. Sure you have the so called ‘Taoism’ but... that’s kind of like fries with your burger. You will be getting something to eat but the centerpiece of the meal is the burger and that you are going to have to go look for.

Today I was at the dentist; part of the process of my new teeth. I have to take care of this before I migrate because obviously... looking at the present state of my finances, something like this would be out of the question in the USA. When I am at the doctors (rarely) or a dentist, I encounter a perspective on the world that I don’t usually get; the same way I learn things from the commercials on NFL Network. First the medical offices; they got copies of Vogue and Cover and that sort of glamour garbage. I’ve been amazed to ponder the prices women (the ones with money) spend on clothing and shoes. You got 2,000 and up for shoes designed by men who hate women. You got jeans and nothing blouses for 4 and 600 and up. Everyone is making perfume. Jimmy Choo is making perfume now. I wonder if it incorporates the smell of his shoes? I look at the Heroin dead model’s eyes and the ridiculous poses which make the individual nothing more than a commodity AND they know this AND they’re okay with this, unless you get to the Jennifer Lawrence stage where you hear, “I’ll do anything for my career, it comes first;” followed by, “no one has the right to look at naked pictures of me. They should be ashamed of themselves yadda yadda.”

This reminds me of an old joke where a guy goes up to an attractive woman in a bar and asks her, “Would you go to bed with me for a million dollars?” She replies, “Yes, I would.” Then he says, “Well then, would you sleep with me for a hundred dollars?” She replies, “Of course not! What do you think I am?” He answers, “We've already established that, now we are only haggling over the price.”

I don’t know if it is the case on the regular networks in the USA but on NFL Network, it is pork and bacon central. Now they are selling some cheap pans that allow you to wrap all kinds of things in bacon; wrap whatever in bacon and wrap bacon around whatever from the inside too. I use my customary logic on this sort of thing and thereby I deduce that, if you are what you eat, it serves the imperatives of materialism for people to eat as much pork as possible.

What has any of this to do with Taoism, Nature, the Universe and my dog? There is an essential harmony to existence that exists when one is harmonious with their essential nature. The world then, reflexively, adjusts to that. When you are out of harmony with your essential nature, your perceptions of what is real and what is valuable and what is not become hopelessly out of sync with the natural order. When you are out of sync with the natural order, you come to an unnatural end and the degree of suffering you experience is massively enhanced. It may not seem so at times but... it WILL catch up with you. The truth of this is concealed from the lumpen proles. They are not to know that the rich and powerful are just as helpless as they. This keeps everyone driven.

Let’s look at that term, ‘driven’. All of us have been on the highways and encountered those individuals who are maniacally obsessed with getting somewhere so that they can hurry up and wait. I always wonder if it’s some kind of symbolic ass rape phenomena going on in the subconscious the way they like to tailgate and push. Well... thing is, they’re driven. They are under the spell and under the control of a force that drives one toward all manner of eventual calamity. Conversely... if ‘you’ are driving, you are in command. How can you be in command if there is any urgency about your movements? How could there be a need for urgency if you are operational within the Tao of your true nature? So... I have learned not to get angry at these fools but to be grateful that I do not share their condition. I am constantly reminded; ‘there but for fortune goes I.’

Everywhere you see people seeking to fit in with what is contrary to their best interests because it is the prevailing wind of the Temporary. They are trying to fit in the way cattle respond to being herded and they are being herded and for what amounts to the same end result, more or less. If one could see this, one would not do this, so... regardless of how one views scripture, it’s a case of the blind leading the blind with the predictable result.

Sure, it can get cold and lonely on The Lonesome Highway but there are unexpected perks that go down when one gets past the probationary period. One comes to find that the highway is alive and conscious. That’s a big thing, oh yeah!


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Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Shuffling Dream Zombies in the Dance of the Marionettes.

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There are certain realities that attest to the state of the times; that tell us whether life is meaningful the way it manifests in this day and age. Here’s one of the features of the time that gives a powerful indication of what’s what.

The condition of the American culture is gruesome. At every economic level, at every individual age, it’s all out of sync. I’m guessing that this has a lot to do with the basic dishonesty that is the operational hallmark of the entire system. There are all kinds of dishonesty and every single possible type is exampled in these times. All of the history that is pointed out as a record of the past is pretty much a lie and in some cases is beyond ridiculous exaggeration. All of the entertainments and what passes for art... didn’t I already say something about this? I’m sure I did. Look at the level of the marketplace. Look at the level of academia; what passes for valid in the classrooms and labs. Take a walk through the parks. Sit yourself in the bus kiosks in the morning when students are waiting for their ride to school. Take a seat at the bar or a table near some loud crowd. Listen! Listen to the conversations. Look at the way the youth talk to each other on social network in a strange combination of indecipherable street shorthand, Eubonics and inarticulate grunts. It does not pressure one into thinking some sort of a cultural renaissance is on the horizon.

I used to stand in horrific fascination of people who had migrated to the Hawaiian Islands and gone native. They would talk in this strange pidgin patois that I could not translate. Of course, the locals spoke however they spoke because there were a variety of polyglots going on and it worked for them and it was none of my business anyway but there was always something off about those middle class people who moved to Hawaii and embraced every known tradition and superstition and learned to talk in that abbreviated language that is peculiar to every land where English and other tongues are melted together in a cooking pot of multidimensional alphabet soup. You see it in the Philippines. In French lands you get Creole.

Just because I mention something does not mean I am criticizing it. I admit that the act of intentionally dumbing oneself down fascinates me but I consider trends to be a big deal. I am very concerned and interested in trends and where they lead. I think you can learn a great deal from primitive cultures if you are planning on living in a primitive culture, either because you think this is what you want or you have no choice. It works for some people. It does not work for everyone. No matter how hard one might try to blend into a way of life completely foreign to them, they are not going to accomplish it.

Okay... okay... I’ll admit it. I said this stuff just to wind some people up. I did this because, try as we might, it is very difficult for many people to step back and observe things as they actually are without the pernicious influence of the relentless programming of political correctness into every area of human thought and behavior. People are so distracted by their immersion in sensation that they just reflex respond to whatever buttons get pushed even when it should be obvious to an absurd degree that they are being worked; as was the case when Infowars went to a college campus or campuses recently and, with clipboard in hand, asked people to sign up in support of flying in Ebola infected people from anywhere, putting them up, giving them free medical care and whatever they want actually. The way it was presented, anyone paying attention or still in possession of some amount of intelligence would have near immediately known that they were being spoofed and it’s not like spoofing is some new dynamic that just came in by Fed Ex from one of the moons on Jupiter. People were, nearly all of them, signing the petition to allow Ebola carriers into the USA and opening the borders to allow anyone who wants to to come in whenever they want to.

Personally, I see the ridiculous as being the most powerful of environments that we inhabit. Looking directly at what I see every day, be it near or far, it looks like just so much autopilot, as if most of the world were the human equivalent of streetcars, slot cars, trains; those pulling and those being pulled and it doesn’t matter which because there is no freedom of departure from the route in either case. It’s like some ubiquitous world wide dance and everything is swimming through an unseen but powerful soup of toxic forces reducing the whole into fragmented chaos that seems to be managed. For a time it was slow and incremental. Now it is in freefall and it all has this cartoon like atmosphere. Thee deaths abroad aren’t real; the menacing police state, the grossly incompetent and corrupt government officials, the bizarre fantasies of religious hacks and demagogues like John Hagee. All these overblown caricatures running around like real life versions of some demented Alice in Wonderland. “You’re all a pack of cards. You’re nothing but a pack of cards!”

I don’t watch TV but I got that NFL channel so I get some amount of commercials and can see what’s happening in today’s world of corporate advertisements. The food and beer commercials are something else. They got these cheeseburgers now that have French fries or other deep fried items inside the burger buns with strips of bacon and all the rest of whatever the rest is and seen from a clear perspective upon these items and their impact on the physical system, this is nothing less than premeditated murder.

The amount of people, who are officially labeled as obese, is approaching fifty percent of the population and in some locations it has already passed that number; like in Mississippi and Alabama. This is not ‘fat’ which has official parameters too, this is obese. I’m guessing there’s another official demographic past obese but I haven’t heard about it yet. I will.

This is absolutely not a slur against people carrying a certain amount of weight on their frame. This is about the degree to which the majority of this is created by the corporations that sell the processed food in supermarkets and through chain restaurants. They are fully aware of what they are engaged in but profit at all costs is the bottom line. In fact, every corporation of any size has an entire department of accountants and lawyers whose only job is to find ways to squeeze ever greater profits from every area of operation. This means a continuous reduction in the quality of ingredients or components. This means being creative about workers benefits and salaries and squeezing wherever it is legally possible to do so, while at the same time, funding lobbyists who work to bring about corporation friendly changes in existing laws. We have already seen how effective this sort of thing is. When the Supreme Court conferred personhood on corporations they damned whatever was left of the American system of democracy. They damned it to an ugly and demeaning death.

Think about it! The highest court in the land publicly sold itself out and didn’t let it bother them one bit. Will some kind of epiphany manifest in the hearts and minds of those absolutely committed to materialism and self interest at all costs? It doesn't usually work like that does it? Will a powerful wind of awakening consciousness sweep through the halls of government in all of the federal and state institutions in the country? That seems extremely unlikely. It’s like things suddenly falling upward. Will the members of law enforcement which now exists as a criminal gang just like the Mafia or the Israelis; will they all of a sudden wakeup and disavow all of their previous behavior? We have never seen such a thing so it seems we will not see it now. This means that things have to happen that force change and a compliance with what is fair and equitable.

With this in mind one looks out upon the world and the present levels of human behavior and human intention, aspiration and ambition. We observe the choreographed dance of the peoples around the icons of product worship, celebrity worship and all the other fixations of this magnetized plane and we wonder. We surely do wonder. I can’t help but be routinely drawn back to that compelling image of the dance of the marionettes, the little streetcars on rails, the dream zombies shuffling from trough to wallow. Every theatre of being is like watching a sitcom rerun only it isn’t a sitcom. Although it is ridiculous and possesses all the elements of gallows humor, it’s not funny. It’s not funny at all.


End Transmission.......

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Soros, the Khmer Rouge and the Harmonica Virgins

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It could be just me. Sometimes that's all it is. However... fortunately and unfortunately as well, that is not always the case, probably not even by half. There is this palpable sense of imminence in the air. It's been rising in recent days from about the level of a hummingbird's fart to an ocean roar. At the moment it's the ordinary sound of waves coming upon the beach, nothing spectacular or booming, as they sometimes are when the waves are a few meters high and come crashing upon the sand in a most convincing fashion.

This sense I'm getting is, like I said, of imminence and that implies something that would be imminent. It's not a looming specter kind of imminence, sometimes attended by clouds of war or... the image of ghost rider horseman, whose black steeds are stamping on the aethers, foretelling famine and pestilence and those other sidekicks, riding equestrian shotgun, along with hordes of wraiths and sundry trailing in the wake.

This particular imminence has a giddy surrealism to it, as if all those supernatural portents that have been heralded for so long and never arrived are finally, finally about to show up. On the day that The Harmonica Virgins arrived, I drove up and down the Hana Highway, hoping whatever it was would catch me in the act. I felt nothing. I saw nothing. I lack those New Age genes that make it possible for a person to simulate occurrence, in lieu of actual occurrence, which is a pretty nifty thing to have and which one is able to naturally manufacture, when authenticity is secondary to appearances in ones list of priorities. Regardless of that, nothing happened. Following that there was Y2K AND... nothing happened. Then there was 2012 AND... nothing happened. There might have been a few other signal cosmic events but none of those happened either, so far as I know. I think it's safe to say that nothing along these lines has yet happened. Nothing good has happened but there have been all kinds of bad events and pandemics of excess, just in case we were short on things to capture our attention.

The reason I say that this seems to be a positive imminence is because I am experiencing major upgrades on a positive level. Of course, simultaneously along with this, all kinds of truly awful things can come about. I'm thinking the whole thing is location specific and maybe, at the same time, mucho good and mucho bad can both come about in tandem... at a distance, except in those case where the good and the bad are standing close together and any of this actually applies to them anyway, which it does, which it does.

On the negative end we have burning questions like this one. Why are these plagues appearing all of a sudden? Why are there so many of them and why are all of them so virulent? The obvious answer is that those in control of the government are expediting the spread of these lab generated poisons for a particular purpose. What is that purpose? This we do not know; not exactly. We could speculate and come up with several purposes and intents but... is that all? I don't know.

What I know is that, given what I have seen, there is nothing so vile, craven or evil that they would hesitate a moment in performing it. Still furthermore, is it all a hoax? One can't help but wonder is it all a hoax? I don't know.

When The Truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears. At that juncture one can go skinny dipping in the pools of infinity and sunbathe on the rocks of time. In the meantime you got to slog through the mud of materialism; sucking at your ankles and trying to climb your legs as if it were a living thing, which, by this time it is ...in a shit golem sort of way.

Years ago, I met one of the famous astrologers of the time; Robert Aiken. He had just arrived from Hollywood where he was doing charts for the stars. He was a very suave, very cool guy AND... if you ever got a reading from him you would never forget it. He presented your reading to you as a dramatic event, standing up and coming off the cuff; as he spoke his words pinged off of me with such realism that I was high once he got done. I never met another like him. I could hear the truth as he spoke it to me. This is incidental to what I am going to say next. I don't want to imply that what he said was so but... maybe when you hear it all and see it in context I won't come off as trying to make myself into something I'm not. I got a reason for it all.

In the course of giving me his reading he said that my chart was eerily like Krishnamurti's. I'd heard of the guy but not read much by or about him. That remains the case to this day. He wasn't, apparently, a very nice person (grin). He was what polite society would call 'difficult'. He was especially unkind to the young. There's more but that's his life. So... I went home and told my girlfriend, who at that time was Judy Roth, the former wife of Manny Roth, who owned The Cafe Wha and other places in Greenwich Village. At that time period he didn't like me much. Years later he opened a place in Woodstock and I would perform there and... we became friends.

I told her what Robert said and, as a result Robert tracked me down and said, “I said your chart was very much like Krishnamurti's. I did not mean to imply that you are Krishnamurti or that your life would go as his did. It won't, if only because you will be coming up in different times.” This was one of those things where you tell someone something and they repeat it back to someone else but they embellish it. I bring this up in order to confirm that I am not always a nice guy, my principles get in the way and they are stronger than I am. Maybe I shouldn't have beaten all that metaphysics into my head over the years.

I bring this up because I want to talk about this, once again, Mark Twain's line about statistics runs through my mind, “There are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics. No way do I believe that 1 in 5 women are sexually assaulted. It may not seem like a lot but it is. Imagine how stunned I was to find that this particular slant on the man woman dynamic was invented by a Tribe Member; Jaclyn Freidman. Her article called "My Sluthood, Myself" is pretty revealing. When you study the women's feminist movement you find that the leaders are mostly Tribe members, or gay, or both. This too is very revealing.

I'm sure when the Communist movement began, as all movements do from the ideological level, what was presented turned out to be very different from what happened. Today, that fatuous pseudo-intellectual, Bernard Levy talks one way and means another. Sartre used to hold forth in Parisian cafes and I'm guessing some of the upper crust of the Khmer Rouge did too. It's interesting how things come off the drawing board, in drawing rooms and cafes and then continue and continue until they permeate the medium they are after. This is what happened behind the cultural veil of Peace and Love in the '60's. Over the years I have watched it happen. I saw those types on university campuses. These days they are the professors; not all of them but certainly too many. Political Correctness is the same, whether it is the Khmer Rouge or any of the pennants that flutter and wave under the sign of it. Here is a contemporary example. The woman's face says it all.

The only reason that Political Correctness is not at the same level as the Khmer Rouge had it is that it hasn't evolved to that level yet. It is beyond debate who, what group, is behind these various movements and who gives them financial support. It's similar to when they lobby for and finance color revolutions and insurgent activity around the world. It's not like this is any big mystery. It's not like Little Georgie Soros is completely under the radar. Sure, 'their mass media' bought with extorted, central banking, ghost money bypasses him and sure, it paints all of these movements in a positive light. It's all about conditioning. The middle mass of the population is not very smart and possibly much less so these days. Regular media massage puts them in a relaxed frame of mind, sufficient for brainwashing. Sometimes it is the reverse of relaxed. Any halfway aware person can see through all of this in a heartbeat. Still... that would be a minority in today's intellectual climate.

So... maybe I'm not very nice bringing some of these things up but... by comparison with them I am as sweet as honey. This is how today's world comes across to the insightful. There is one promising note in all of this. It is visibly apparent that the world is out of balance and getting more so by the day and of one thing you can be absolutely certain; balance will be restored. Depending on just how out of balance things are at any particular location or time, upon that rests the severity of the necessary readjustments. As Lao Tzu says, “for a time bad men may press forward and prosper,” 'For a time'... and the whole point of all of that is to give ample time for the susceptible to align with the downward course, or for those whose intelligence immune system makes it possible for them to walk the spiral in the other direction. What is is. What is not is not. People can argue till the end of time about which is which. It changes nothing in the most important sense. Either you draw close to reality or you depart from it ...and as for the later, some form of self interest is always the cause. It makes you wonder, “is that really self interest?” In a way I suppose it is, if you're bat shit crazy. Things will turn out right when the time comes for it.


End Transmission.......

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Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Multicultural Cowboys ♫
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'Not Politically Correct'

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Sunday, October 12, 2014

The Hideous Bacchanals of the Twisted Freaks in Power.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be on your face.


Before we get into today's postings, let me acknowledge the passing of one of the greats of the alternative news spectrum. When I first started blogging, the first blogger to link to and promote me was Kenny of Kenny's Sideshow. Through the years he was an unflagging supporter and also a font of all manner of interesting things that you could rely on to be something you wouldn't have come across on your own. As a man he was one of the most unassuming people I ever encountered. I wasn't shy about praising him and he didn't like it much (grin); always a good sign. Usually when someone of prominence checks out it's news and you hear about it from several quarters. Not so with Kenny. I'm not sure why that was but I want to pay homage to a man I admired, respected and loved. I know he's gone to a finer place and whatever his situation may be, it involves service of some kind. That's just how he was and is. Bon Voyage, Kenny. Bon Voyage!




As most regular readers know, we're usually watching a film along side whatever it is that we do here while it gets brought into being. Yesterday we were screening, “Rampage, Capital Punishment” by the much maligned Uwe Boll. One could well say, he's been maligned for good reason. Then he slips something through that surprises you. I saw the first “Rampage” and noted the eerie and on point dialogue that was interwoven through the relentless violence. This time he's taken that element to a whole nother level. You have to hear it. I'm not going to say anymore about it but... the rap coming out of the mind of his main character is something else; something else. Whoa!!! Now... it may be bad film making and it may be gratuitous on several levels but there's a lot going on there and I can't see how it isn't coming to the attention of the goons at Homeland Insecurity. Boll nails it in various ways, albeit with a hatchet, not a scalpel.

Man! Not a day goes by when I am not comforted by the fact that I am not on the American mainland and not a day goes by when I don't wonder about being anywhere near the mess that Republic gone missing has become. However, I am secure in the certainty that the powers I am employed by are considerably more potent than anything that can be thrown up against them. I have seen it directly displayed right in front of my eyes... more than once. In any case, here's what I'm talking about. You really have to be a SFFH to engage in that kind of thing. You've got to be so far gone into the dark side that you can't see your hand (or anything else) in front of your face.

This calls to mind the despicable behavior of the FBI as it searches out mental defectives and then dresses them up, head to toe, in a terror suit. When law enforcement becomes worse, far worse, than the criminals they were once entrusted to monitor and apprehend, the nation is in deep bat guano. I have to say of all the mendacious and twisted things that impress me, not only by their presence but their continuance, this across the board criminal dementia of law enforcement and intelligence agencies impresses me the most and... who is the most intense of all the pernicious influences acting upon both of them? That would be Israel, natch.

One wonders. One HAS TO, or SHOULD wonder; how is it that so many nasty cretins have come around, in this time zone, to fill all those vile occupational positions that are devoted to the death, dismemberment, torture and displacement of hundreds and thousands of people caught on areas of real estate...location, location, location, where corporate policy has determined they must go and where these indigenous souls have the misfortune to be born?

Materialism is a terrible thing in more ways than one. It's not just a cloud that seduces human attention into a fascination with objects and desirable states. It is also a force that desensitizes the human emotions. It elevates self interest to an art form. It legitimises the pursuit of personal gain over the well being of one's fellows. It's toilet water soup for breakfast, lunch and dinner and... by all means, mind the croutons. Let me provide a telling example, presupposing it makes sense to anyone in consideration of it; we all know that there is something to the idea of certain places being haunted or filled with atmospheres of dread because of what happened there... battlefields, places of mass murder, spooky zones that any number of people can attest to from having been there. This implies the presence of some kind of invisible forces that inhabit the location. This is also true about places where people have attempted to live and have later been forced to abandon; certain wild places that are wild in more than one way. The same is true about Materialism. There is a force that is resident in Materialism and it has come into power and expression simply because so many human minds are caught up in it. For many, Mammon may just be another word; not for me. I have been in centers of furious commercial enterprise and felt the unclean heat.

Every day you hear about law enforcement moving into Terminator Country. Then you get the Piss Jesus, Elephant Shit Madonna side of Political Correctness, presented as one thing, operating as something else under the guise of that one thing; pretty much like the AIDS virus. Then you get the fully ridiculous. Interestingly, everybody I know who plays Frisbee Golf does smoke pot (grin). Of course, I don't know EVERYONE who plays Frisbee Golf.

Nature is a mirror and when the collective human mind goes haywire, no matter what the reason may be, Nature responds in kind. It's no surprise then that drought and other misfortunes are descending on the once (late) great American states and that means up and down the whole reach of the Americas and in countries with large populations with already severe survival issues. As bad as it has all gotten, it hasn't stopped unbridled greed from jumping into the disaster zones with both feet. Who's your Daddy? Satan!!! Bwhahahahahahha!!!!!

When you step back and step further back and still further back so that the whole thing comes into panorama view, surely, surely you are stunned by the raging insanity at work. Slowly but most certainly I am coming to certain fixed conclusions about how it is possible for things to have gotten so incredibly fucked up and still continue to get worse and worse and worse. I look at the people in public office. The corruption is breathtaking. They move by the hundreds through the hallowed (snicker) halls of Congress. Surely they are aware of their own level of corruption. Ergo they are aware of the corruption of their fellows. They root around in the same troughs side by side. They are assaulted by the same insect plagues of lobbyists. They know they are all one of a kind with seemingly no exceptions. I don't actually know of any exceptions myself. There used to be Cynthia McKinney and that congressman in Florida. I've no illusions about Ron Paul, who I consider nothing more than a stalking horse. How is it that all of these gourmet fecal freaks all came together at the same time?

It's not just Israel deciding who does and does not get elected. For mysterious reasons they've all wound up on the same performing stage together. They've all convinced themselves they will survive and they are all fully capable of seeing to that by any means necessary. Some of them are so corrupt; like Cameron, Hatcher, McCain, Graham, Kerry, Reid, Hatch, Schumer and others that... they must smell like dead bodies walking. There must be a toxicity coming off of them to where flowers wilt and die as they pass by. It's not just the men. There's Hillary, Susanne Rice, Samantha Powers, Christine Lagarde and you just know that no small amount of them, violate, torture and murder children. You know they gather in private locations and engage in hideous bacchanals. You know they feel delicious currents of evil force moving over their bodies while they plot the deaths of tens of thousands whose lives mean nothing to them.

They ain't here by accident. Everybody is here, RSVP. Truly... options for redemption exist all the way down the pike and we shall be seeing some of that very soon. The appearance of the German journalist is an example of this. I am expecting some surprising moments of surreal demonstration, as the force of Mr. Apocalypse breaks upon the mind of those so inclined who will, most assuredly surprise themselves when it happens.

One thought I will leave you with today; no one, NO ONE knows precisely how it's all going to go down, least of all the power brokers and self defined masters of the universe, who think they know all about everything. It's a rare thing indeed when the subject of the demonstration knows the circumstances of their demonstration ahead of time. Most certainly they would never agree to what happens.


It can all be found in Cardinal Wolsey's speech;

“So farewell to the little good you bear me.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.”



End Transmission.......


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