Sunday, November 26, 2017

Computating the Algore-Rithims, Danced to by Ronald McDonald Clowns.

In case you missed it Geek-Tech-Visible has produced another WTF about block-chains and hoping it doesn't look like pasta made by squeezing the product through a chain-link fence.

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There he is, sitting atop the writhing, big teeth, spirochetes in the Petri Dish. I am reminded of the Buddha, in asana on the lotus. The lotus being my 'focused indifference' (is there such a thing?) to the animated murk of toxic frustration, seasoned with rage which burbles in the cauldron. “Let me out of here!” They scream, while burrowing deeper into the pornographic compound of lifetimes worth of slobbering hungers, coiling out of the black hole stomach of insatiable appetite. The more they eat the more they want, as the consumed devours the consumer ...from the inside out. Why do you think people get so bent over as they age? That is the sucking inward force of runaway gut famine; 'hai fame?'. If that doesn't translate well, I've got a few algore-rithms to help you with that global warming heartburn, acid reflux which, I can tell you, is caused by not adding honey or maple syrup (forget sugar) to your tomato, pasta sauce while it is cooking, so that you can skim the purple scum. This is exacerbated by eating too fast and not allowing the 50% of digestion that is 'supposed' to take place in the mouth to take place. If you add in the general stress of having to be here, you're looking at an exponential perfect storm... in your belly. Go ahead, ask me anything! It doesn't matter if I have the answer, I know someone who does.

Of everything of an esoteric nature that I possess, friendship is definitely on the fingers of one hand. I don't have much exoterically and I am guessing that is because I am not burning out my own stomach lining, with the fire of desire- for shit brushed with oil slick rainbows, fake sun bathing in the neon glow of some Blade Runner nightmare. It's kind of like being in bed with Steve Martin or John Candy and asking, “how about those Bears!” when you wake up out of a dream with your hand between two pillows; it's worse because it turns out to be Bruce Willis and he's telling you about how he and Morgan Freeman are 100% behind George W. Bush, who green lighted the Israeli death troops that orchestrated 9/11.

There is no question in my mind that it is not the full blown psychopathic Satanists like the Rothschilds and their front man, Soros that is the biggest problem. It's the rank and file, dumber than a rock, sycophantic genuflectors who don't even know what they are genuflecting before and who would really like to meet Kim Kardashian and who think Kanye is as talented as Dylan or that he's some kind of Back to the Future talent agent. It gets really crazy at a certain point. Here's what I know, Kanye and Kim and a collection of others all made a deal with the the conscious darkness; literally/ and so the untrue accolades, roll down the hill like a tsunami wall of shit. I've heard some of Kanye. I had to go and listen to confirm what my eyes already told me and which my ears did not require for confirmation and he is one of the most talentless and self absorbed Ronald McDonald type clowns that I have ever encountered. I can, off the top of my head- ...and I don't do rap- blow him right out the door, with no prep or crib notes of any kind; without thinking about it. And lest anyone thinks I'm doing Charlie Parker on my own horn, I think this wouldn't be all that difficult for an autism candidate with a stutter problem.

For years, occasions would occur where I had the woeful opportunity to see Ellen Degenerate perform comedy. Not once did I smile, much less laugh. She was so incredibly not funny that I couldn't believe she was allowed to do it and certainly was mystified at those who thought she was hilarious. I didn't know then what I know now. She's in that aforementioned collective and do not pay yourself the disservice of not believing that certain ceremonies take place among the willingly and desperately seeking damned and those pushing their way to the gibbet. Is she a concern of mine? Then why even bring her up? It's complicated (grin). They say, “in the Kingdom of the Blind, the one eyed man is king.” So... if you can only see half of the action, the totally blind are guaranteed to blind side you with a frequency... enough to provoke you into making commentary of those who are engaged in poking their eyes out which, brings us back to Fairellen and I know the majority of you appreciate my cobbled together Frankenstein creation of digressing metaphors walking in a circle.

Now for the spiral; This just in- God is real!

Then there is the latest hit n' run. Seriously... a hit n' run? Meanwhile, he was hitchhiking? Good God. Mr. Apocalypse is holding his sides, silent laughter spirals upward, interdimensionally; it's set on 'vibrate'. He is not laughing about the hit n' run victim but at the consternation confoundment of those watching the infrastructure of their manufactured illusion, where the public gets whiteboarded. Waterboarding is more of an RSVP thing. Yes... their entire Lego construction of bloodstained burlesque has got invisible Rockettes kicking them between the legs. We've mentioned a time or two that conflict known as The Battle of Morannon; reason we bring it up is because of what happened immediately following The Ring taking a ride with Gollum into the lava inferno of Mt. Doom. The armies of Sauron lost their minds. This was because the focus of Sauron was taken off of the battle and it was his will that held his soldiers in the performance of their roles, just as it is the borrowed force of another will that presently directs and paces all sorts of undesirable drama on the brightly lit stage of life. The ne'er do wells at The Morannon went running off in every direction, even though they outnumbered the good guys ten to one. What have we said here about the 10% factor? Given also the amount of those being subliminally motivated through the subconscious, via telepathic invasion, one could say we are vastly outnumbered as well; hoping that 'we' actually applies to all and sundry 'here' on this Sunday ♫Sundry Sunday, I trust that day♫

Yes... Mr. Apocalypse told me that also, that he would drive them mad; “those whom the God's would destroy they first drive mad.” Let me turn up the amp a tad here by mentioning also that the end result of Materialism is insanity, moving in increments, by degrees, until it is full on batshit crazy, 'abandon hope all ye who run screaming through here.' Edvard, we hardly knew ya, until we knew ya more than we are presently comfortable with. “Is that your phone or mine?” “Oh right, sorry, it's theirs... reaLLY sorry actually.”

Okay, he told me he was going to show up right in the middle of them and pull their pants down in front of the world; a little double entendre irony there? As lambs in vengeance suckle at the teats of irony. That's happening in hi-def right now. It's looking like a Jacobin Thanksgiving dinner. Don't matter if “j'accuse” is legitimate or not, with the PC inoculations looking like the crowds on line outside Wal-Mart on Black Friday- ♫I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky (yikes!) I wanna see it painted, painted-painted, painted black♫ They are presently lining up for the going mad sequence just as soon as the pants down polka and a few other necessary interludes take place. Okay... maybe I got lucky (don't believe in luck, don't believe in Yoko either, just believe in the ineffable) with the first one but... the second one too? By the way, it is happening right now also, it's just not being recognized as such and certainly not as an incipient plague, smoking the tires on metaphorical macadam as prelude. Trends are a thing of mine, probably because I have someone in my inner ear. The external jury may still be out about 'who' I am hearing but not... from where I am sitting and listening.

The ineffable has radio stations; some AM some FM and I suppose some subscription stations as well and there is one on one radio too. You have to be able to dial it in and you must be aware that any breaks in the reception, any difficulty with understanding the audio, any problems at all, are because of you. There are no problems on the other end. Of course, you're not supposed to be able to hear it until you have cleared up the static and distractions. There is variety in the stations. There is an angelic station or two. There are Rishi stations and several realized master broadcasts. The Sun has a channel, every 'heavenly' body does. If you put in the time and effort, you will locate the stations and always remember that “success is speedy for the energetic.” Trauma and shock, as well as Grace can also instantaneously make it possible for you to hear in Beyond Dolby. They got some good headphones and earbuds around and you can pay a lot for some of them but nothing beats the acoustic setup inside your head, already wired for sound and light.

It's all good if you are good and if it doesn't seem that way right now, simply continue on and it will be, the same way when you prime a pump, rusty – dirty water comes out first but it clears up after awhile and at that point you can even take your hand off the pump and the water will keep on flowing.

The ineffable is RIGHT THERE. Sure there are sound checks and rehearsals, there's some amount of schooling required and experience is a must. Where do you get that experience if you've never had any experience? You'll figure it out or somebody will whisper the way in your inner ear. And on that note; why not a little more gratitude where it really belongs.

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Saturday, November 25, 2017

Out of the Dust and Mortality of the Dust of all the Temporary Cities of Fire and Chaos and Loss.

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Gratitude... gratitude... gratitude. I measure my wealth in the quality of my friends. I always have. How well off is a person to have both visible and invisible friends? How fortunate is one to have friends when one has very little tangible or material to speak of and can then be certain that their friends are real, as is the friendship?

We have so many reasons to be grateful and most likely are unaware of how fortunate we are. I remind myself that every hour of every day, there are tens of thousands in terrible crisis; in unbearable pain, suffering heartbreaking loss, living on the street, locked up in a jail, terrified in an abusive situation, being sold for the pleasure of psychopaths. I could list one after the other, until I ran out of the appointed space. At the other side of the spectrum, there are those whose lives are filled with continuing live streaming blessings. In some cases they seem to be the most undeserving among us. There is no explaining Karma, just as there is no way of them getting; that even in the midst of great karma, you can easily be creating bad karma for succeeding rounds.

Yesterday they murdered over two hundred people in a SUFI mosque. Sufi! They let you know that certain conservative sects, like Islamic State, do not like Sufis. Sufis are the ones I appreciate the most. Then we are told that Coptic Christians, another sweetheart group of people are also under assault. I find it very odd that the Sufis and Coptics are being attacked. There is nothing bad that I can say about either as they both capture the very best of their traditions. Of course it is no accident and of course this is all being engineered and precisely because of who and what they are.

I'm sitting here with my broken foot. I'm not even aware of it unless I have to crutch from one room to another and the inconvenience is nothing to me, when I think about all those sub-groups of suffering souls we gave only a small portion of mention to. Right in this moment, it is going on everywhere, in almost every nation... in so many places. Right now, truly conscienceless and evil men and women are doing unspeakable things to children. Eastern European and Asian women are being trafficked across borders for the soul-dead pleasure of rutting beasts once human but human no longer. They're walking all the way, partially under their own power but with borrowed power to spare if they need it and the same applies to those of us climbing mountains, only to find an entire range of more mountains stretching out afterwards and beyond. It's all banking. It's banking 'down here', as money flows to industries and agendas that serve the interests and profits of the ones investing and it's banking 'up there' as grace and inspiration flow into dreams of liberation for all and at some point, cease to be a dream ...because a dream is only the imagination in pursuit of validation, of what has been imagined. Once validated, it is no longer a dream. That which flows down is made real the moment it is visualized in the mind of the ineffable, all one has to do is walk the length of necessary experiences to flesh it out enough so that it can be left as both a lesson and a path to walk for those who come after.

It's all perfect though it may not look that way. Time and Gravity, consciousness and imagery, bodies at rest and bodies in motion, all conspire and engage in the necessaries of every plot, be it Tolstoyian or vignette, to bring about every jot and tittle, so that 'the whole of the law' might be expressed and experienced and left as testimony for 'how it goes.' There are sad tales, far too many of them in these times of the appearance of more darkness than light and there are heartwarming tales as well.

In these times, humanity as a whole, is painted as zombie marching dullards, thumb-fucking their cellphones in search of an epiphany that has never been, nor ever shall be, battery operated ...but... humanity is a great deal more than this. I have the evidence of personal experience that there are many wonderful souls working, diligently, in every small and great way to bring a better image to replace poorly manufactured templates, set in plasticine caricature of what shines in its essence beneath the cartoon surface. A master is someone who throws nothing away and a master is one who is regent on all planes and so, at least according to Gurdjieff, should be able to take care of at least 30 other people besides themselves with their own efforts before they call themselves a master; not that one should ever think of doing so at any time. Lady Nature steps forward to speak on the behalf of every true master.

It is exceptionally difficult to hold fast to the truth, when you do not know what the truth is, when it is at right angles to everything else, when it is out of sight and forever around the corner and only those who know that light bends are in any position to see it. Perhaps one of the best ways to know the truth is to know what is not the truth and that is probably best described as, 'everything else'. Some part of true can be seen in its perpetuity, because the truth outlasts everything but Love. The greatest handicap to being able to see the truth is the degree to which the observer is not true. The truth is something that cannot be found but which reveals itself when the witness has acquired the awareness necessary to see it when it is shown to them. Let us consider the legend of the Holy Grail, where only Galahad, who had remained pure (and true?) was able to see The Grail. Sir Percival who had one sin could only see it in visions and Lancelot could not see it at all because of his adultery with Guinevere.

It stands to reason if the truth- as much as can be contained in legend and expressed in allegory- substituting that for The Holy Grail (which may be no substitution at all) can only be seen by one who is as true as the truth itself. From this I take it to mean that every legitimate and enduring state is holistic and an expression of gestalt. Anything enduring and real must be self contained, as if it were a universe to itself; a Microprosopus, if you will. Is the world a numinous expression or is it aleatory? I know for certain it is the former and only crass opportunists and selfish, self interest junkies give any credence to the latter.

Let us consider the generosity and mercy of the ineffable. Surely there are few of us that can see ourselves in a fashion similar to Galahad but... imagine, if you will, the tale of Paul of Tarsus, or Ignatius of Loyola (this is why I implore the reader to make biographies a part of their studies). It was he who founded The Jesuits. Did he know what would come of that? Did the origins of Masonry anticipate the hijacking of the system by psychopathic Jews? Here is what I remember about St Ignatius. He told his followers to go out and see God in all things. I can't argue with that, because of the mystic mirror of the self and self reflected. Buddha had a lot to say about that and the function of the mind. I often think about quicksilver and its relationship to the mind. The reason why love is such a powerful force; one of the chief reasons is that we are everything. We are the microcosm, a miniature of the ineffable... potentially a reflection of the Macroprosopus, a mirror image. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I refer you again to The Greatest Commandment. Forgiveness by the ineffable washes the slate clean and leaves one with a tabla rasa;

“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”

Why has it got to be so goddamned hard? It isn't hard. Making up our minds is what is hard. Convincing ourselves beyond argument, so as to give over every aspect of our existence to what cannot be comprehended or defined is what is hard. Knowing without any confusion, resistance or doubt and having the faith, certitude and determination to live it with every breath is what is hard. Following that state of transforming conviction, it is the easiest thing in the world. It's a piece of cake, literally and... you get to eat it too.

Dear Lord, you have blessed me beyond the possibility of measurement. You have lifted me out of the dust and mortality of the dust of all the temporary cities of fire and chaos. You have granted me what I find myself incapable of believing is true and you remind me, every day, that it is true and that you will enforce the absolute certainty of that upon me when it pleases you to do so and that I need not concern myself one way or the other; thy will be done AS IT IS DONE on Heaven and on Earth, forever and always, regardless of any and all appearances to the contrary, for ever and ever, Amen.

Yes... everywhere on Earth, every hour of the day, tragedy and depravity and every other permutation of gain and loss, are celebrated on their separate altars in torment and blood, in laughter and glee. Right this minute, lives rise and fall. The appointed hour has come to thousands upon thousands in their coming and going and the hiatus point between them. One has only to Love the ineffable and honor the ineffable, in every meeting and greeting, expected and unexpected along our way. To the extent of the extent of the intensity and force of focus upon this, to that degree is it expedient or slower than a bad day at the Motor Vehicle Department. A day in prison and a day at the beach exist in what passes for a good interpretation of a continuum. “Success is speedy for the energetic.”

Gratitude... accept no substitute.



End Transmission.......

We've got a new Dark Web article up now-

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Zen and Back Again; travels Between the True Light and the False Light; blind and Perfectly Illuminated.

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You haven't heard from me because I saw no point in posting anything until the access problems were solved, concerning Smoking Mirrors and the consideration that it could have, or might have, migrated to other blogs. I haven't said anything about it but I have been being messed with across the Internet via some pretty sophisticated methods. They're either governmental, agenda driven, or corporate ...because nothing else makes sense, given the complexity and (lack of) access that has been at work. I don't care. I haven't thought about it much. I just walk away until it starts working again, either through the fine efforts of 'the elf', or the ineffable and since all things proceed from the ineffable, or are permitted by the ineffable, well... do the math.

I don't care if I get messed with or I don't. I used to but it doesn't matter anymore. Everything that happens is a particular dealing of the divine with my soul. Everything that happens is related to whatever my level of awareness is at the moment it happens ...and is directed to raising my level of awareness. Anything that happens, whether it is experienced as or appears to be good, bad, or out for clearance, is a part of the ineffable's intention to bring me to godhead as rapidly as whatever resistance I express will allow for ...and in respect of the degree of intensity that I exercise in cooperation with the divine imperative; no matter what I might think otherwise, at any other time, has any meaning, or relevance, regardless of any delusion I may be suffering temporarily.

This simplifies everything for me. Sooner or later you have to get your mind right; “You got your mind right yet, Luke?” I got my mind right. We will all be getting our mind right at some point. It might be lifetimes from now and it might be this afternoon. It might be at some point between lifetimes ...but it will happen. I can't take the suffering anymore; not when I KNOW what I now know. Suffering is pointless to me. I no longer want anything that depends on suffering for the acquisition of it and everything material does. Suffering is not entirely the agony of desire and the pangs of loss. It is also resident in disappointment and other states of mind.

I threw away my sphere of influence on the Internet by not continuing to play the game required of me to be linked by self important webmasters. I've made myself seem to be a mind hijacked fool, by making the ineffable the basic subject of all my writings, with occasional forays into comedy and diminished outrage. I don't experience much outrage anymore. Anything that can happen will happen at some point but not everything will happen to everyone. You get out of life what you put into it, in every case. Everything is an experience invested in a return experience which, nearly without fail, does not live up to one's expectations, or else is a manifestation of something one might hope to avoid, were it not that everywhere is Samara, when you have an appointment scheduled. You can blow off agreements and dates in 'this world' and suffer no consequences, or little consequences but you cannot blow off an appointment with the Lord's of Karma, or the inescapable consequences that are the results of such appointments and all of manifest life is a strand of sequential beads, of which each is a moment of consequence, brought about by events from the unremembered past, unless it might be an expression of Instant Karma or... any one of a variety of vicissitudinal possibilities of experience; you like that word, vicissitudinal?

I apologize for using myself as an example or an object lesson as often as I do. The only details I am most completely certain of are the one's that have happened to me. Many historical events that we commonly and collectively accept as truth, are mere analogy or fabrications, created by those victorious in the conflicts -which granted them the power to write a fabricated history.

God is real! This is what I know; god is real! Everything else may be a lie, or only partially true but that God is real... is a certainty. I'm not concerned about anything else. I'm not interested in anything else and there is nothing else I depend upon for anything upon which I might depend and from which, in truth, I do depend... or extend from. God is light, of which our solar systemic sun is the physical expression and we ourselves are an expression of frozen sunlight, or light in extension... divine light frozen in form but only as time is a force involved in our presence ...because we are fluid and in a state of continuous change. “According to your faith be it unto you.” This is testimony of the absolute freedom of being and our true immortal status. We might forget who we are across lifetimes but... the ineffable, that divine indwelling consciousness, never forgets us and will find us no matter how cleverly we attempt to hide from it, or from ourselves.

God is real and you are free to believe this or to believe otherwise, this is not a concern of mine. My only concern and my only duty is to tell you this. What you do or do not do about it... is up to you. I am not responsible for the level of faith or denial of anyone but myself. I implore you to accept this as truth. I beg you with all my heart to believe and live accordingly but whether you do or not is not in my hands. It grieves me that any of you should suffer. It pains me exceedingly that you should live without that joy and certitude which is your birthright. God is real and God loves you. It's at points like this that I realize that there is nothing further to say but... somehow I find something, especially when there's a lot of post left, according to the usual-routine length.

I don't live up to what I know is the most direct and straight course. If I did then I might have to cease a variety of behaviors. Upon closer inspection, I realize that I don't know the impact of some of those behaviors so... maybe I'm wrong about any number of things and circumstances that I imagine myself to be informed about. As much as I know that I don't know so much, it could be that I know far less than I think I do, even though I'm already certain of the limitations of my knowledge. Even in the areas where I know a considerable amount, by comparison with rank and file humanity, I still don't know that much.; Ah Visible... what are you going to do? What are you not going to do? Neither of those are clear enough to me to know what they are. Funny... funny hah hah and not funny hah hah. Takes it all back to Zen in a way and validates the mechanism as well, at least it does if you are standing in several locations where looking at anything results in that perspective.

There are none of the links I was going to put in because the link to that set of bookmarks has been removed from my browser. I can save them but I can't find them, unless they are in the last 5 or so. Surely that means something. I did find a couple of things that I believe are very interesting efforts on the part of the psychopaths seeking to maintain their grip. As you read this hit piece on Judge Roy Moore, you see it is only incidentally about what he's been accused of and which can't be proven. It's more about fear-mongering the danger associated with what he might do to the celebrity victim pools that the psychopaths have said must be considered more important than any other possible, real or fantasized, victim or created victim icon victims or avatar morphed victims, or victim memes.

You also get to study certain connections and ironies that exist in the departure of this fellow. Maybe the implications of some of the biggest musical hits might indicate something. If you go back in time you come across interesting connections. Then you can discover all sorts of showbiz and music-biz connections to Angus and Malcolm Young. Finally you can study the last years of Malcolm's life and the state he was in ...but you can find that on your own simply by putting his name in a search engine. This is all a part of 'the trends' that I study. Everything, really, is a snapshot or an album, a screen capture or a movie of a trend. Think about it. By accident, I had put on Rock Dog near the end of this post and they keep talking about someone named Angus; interesting given that it is about a real cartoon Tibetan Mastiff who wants to make it in the music business and is from Tibet.

Someone said to me recently, “You know that I love you, right?” And I said, “Yes, of course.” Then I was asked how I knew and I said, “because... how can you help yourself?” The reaction was, “Really? You are a piece of work.” I said... “Hey... I can't help loving you... PERHAPS THAT PUTS IT INTO CONTEXT?” I shouted. Heh heh. You see how it is? You see how it can mean different things depending on how one takes it and how all of us, because of 'our' insecurities, can often see certainty as arrogance when it is not. It all comes down to intent in the end and self awareness in the end and intent in the end defines the quality and level of self awareness and also defines the nature of that self (whichever it may be).

I truly do not see how people could help but love me because... essentially, I sincerely love them. This is just as obvious to me that people who have emotions toward me that are other than Love and other than positive (setting Neutral and the 'jury being out' aside for the moment) are those who do not love themselves and just as importantly, do not trust themselves. I trust myself because it is that which resides in me whom I trust and not any particular version of the endless replicating versions of my temporary selves, who all kaleidoscope out of the false light of others and myself. Now the mentioned character is 'Dingus'. Did I simply not hear it correctly to begin with. Not seeing or hearing something correctly 'to begin with' sets the trend for something that can only be resolved in certain ways.

You can more easily find what you are looking for if you are sincerely looking to see through everything and find that your judgment of and values according to anything, are shaped by what you can see through and what you cannot see through... keeping in mind that this can 'be seen' in two diametrically opposed ways and, what do you know? We are back to Zen again. Zen Again? Zen and Back Again? Perhaps I will shortly change my name to Zen U, or Zen You but not, I suspect, Zen Ewe (grin).

Much love my friends.

End Transmission.......

Saturday, November 04, 2017

Rose McGowan, Colin Kaepernick and Noam Chomsky Snoffling at the Trough.

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Readers that come here know how I feel about Noam Chomsky. I had the honor of being able to tell him how I felt. Today's posting is about frauds and impostors but mostly about crass opportunists of which there is no shortage in these times. Chomsky once tried to charge a reporter $35.00 for an interview. You can hardly be more venal and grasping than that. He's the man who said it doesn't matter if 9/11 was an inside job. He was singing a different tune before he launched into that melody. History will remember him as an oily, smarmy opportunist, a liar and a traitor, among other things.

A little while ago there was an NFL quarterback named Colin Kaepernick. He had some success with the San Francisco 49ers until the defenses figured him out. He was a one dimensional player and it doesn't take long for the opposition to neutralize that dimension. He was informed by the head office that they were going to let him go. He was getting paid around 16 million dollars a year. However, his lack of versatility rendered him obsolete in their plans for the future.

Here's what I think happened after this, according to what I saw. Knowing that his playing days were doomed in San Francisco, he sought another avenue of expression and started taking a knee during the singing of the National Anthem before the games. Here and there one or two others joined him and he managed to turn himself into an iconic warrior for social justice issues. He was protesting the police shootings of black men in Ferguson and other locations. He wore a pair of socks to the game that depicted the police as pigs. He put on a Fidel Castro t-shirt. He did a number of things that were very offensive to the general type of individual who enjoys professional football. He had a chance to take less money and keep playing but he refused to do that and left professional football. He has a girlfriend who is a social justice activist.

The kneeling before games increased. The fans became uniformly angry and attendance at games dropped and the number of people watching games has also dropped dramatically. A crisis has ensued. Trump came out and called Kaepernick a sonofabitch. Kaepernick indicated that he wanted to play in the NFL and sleazy lawyers turned sports reporters like Mike Florio began cheerleading for Kaepernick at every turn. He is a regular reporter at and his constant commentary on Kaepernick began to annoy the readers of his articles. The negative responses were running about 40 to 1. This did not dissuade Florio who continues to this day. Other reporters have joined in. All I will say further on that portion of the matter is; you know who owns the media.

Kaepernick got tryouts with several teams. He wanted too much money and his skills were not good enough to offset the baggage and distraction that came with him. Trust me, if you can play at a certain level, you will have a job. He was offered back-up money but wouldn't take it. Then he was granted a tryout with the Baltimore Ravens. His girlfriend proceeded to make a comment that associated the Raven's owner with characters in the awful film, Django Unchained. The tryout was rescinded. Today an argument rages about there being a plot to exclude Kaepernick from professional football. Kaepernick has filed a lawsuit against the NFL for collusion. That, I think, is the last nail in the coffin concerning his ever playing in the NFL again. Football is about money. Money comes from the fans. The fans, in a significant proportion hate Kaepernick. Any team that did hire him would feel the financial wrath of the fans and the locker-room would be a scene of conflict and dissension. The bottom line really is that Kaepernick is not good enough to warrant what he insists on being paid, along with the great distraction that he would bring with him. Kaepernick is a crass opportunist. Ironically he was raised by a white couple. His own, adopted mother has even spoken out against him.

I am no fan of Harvey Weinstein. He is an evil and ugly man and I have known about his behavior for some time. It was never much of a secret but he was a very powerful man. As we have mentioned a time or two, Mr. Apocalypse is on the scene. All sorts of interesting developments are at hand. Weinstein's principal accuser is one Rose McGowan who had a brief career as an actress but like Kaepernick is now past her sell by date.

What is not generally known is that Rose McGowan is a crass opportunists who doesn't give a shit one way or another about sexual abuse. Harvey's people offered her a million dollars to keep her mouth shut. This was after she had already signed a non disclosure agreement for money previously. The million dollars was not enough for her, she demanded 6 million to shut up. This renders that impassioned speaker on women's issues a crass opportunist. She was formerly the girlfriend of Marilyn Manson. Manson is a Satanist whose music inspired the Columbine Massacre. I'm not one to argue guilt by association but there it is in any case. I could bring up a number of interesting stories about McGowan and Manson. For whatever the reason, certain information seems to find its way to me. I don't really see the point. I study events for awhile before I form my impression on them, or the people involved. Being precipitate is not a good thing if it means you have to back off, or apologize for having been misinformed and even slanderous. God knows, I don't like it when it happens to me. It is even worse when you wax disingenuous and connive with farcical logic to justify what you have done or said.

Once again, let me state that I am no fan of Harvey Weinstein and also that I think Trump and the forces behind him had something to do with what happened to him. Look for more startling exposes to come in the moments before us. Look for the lid to be ripped off of international pedophilia and its presence in Hollywood. Look for information about Pizzagate and Hillary Clinton to come front and center. At this moment, some very powerful people are trembling in their positions of influence. This is all due to Mr. Apocalypse, not Trump or anyone else. They are all pawns in his game.

Today starts the countrywide drill about an attack on the National Grid System. It is also the Day of Rage for the Antifa Thugs. It should prove to be a very interesting day. Meanwhile Trump is off to Asia on what, to some, appears to be an unnecessary trip. He'll be gone for eleven days. If I were a conspiracy theorist, I would say there are some interesting implications here. I am not a conspiracy theorist however because there is nothing theoretical about what I know or believe. I should point out that if I don't know or believe it, I don't know or believe it and I'm not going to bring it up unless I label it speculation.

As you know, we live in interesting times. Anything can happen but... it will not happen unless the ineffable permits it for the purpose of demonstration. It is good to remember, in trying times, that the ineffable is always at the helm of the ship of existence and we are on that ship. Either you are sailing with the ineffable or you are sailing under the power of your own resources, or at least this is what you think. Having seen the outcome of imagining I am sailing under my own power, more than once, is more than enough to convince me to never do something like that again. Life has humbled me. My own existence has humbled me. I can't do anything on my own anymore and I now understand that I never did. I was confused about a good many things. I may still be confused on occasion but not about those things that I have had the benefit of learning painful lessons about. Some lessons you don't forget and that is one of the astounding features concerning the grace of the ineffable. At any given moment you might feel that you are one of the most miserable and unfortunate creatures on the planet. Time passes and you see that what put you through it was a love and an understanding far beyond your own comprehension. I am a living testimony to that. Now I am grateful for everything I got put through. I never thought that would happen but, so it is.

Just in case they shut down the Internet (grin) and we don't have the opportunity to meet again, I want to tell you what a pleasure it has been to enjoy this back and forth. May the ineffable guide and protect you all, now and forever.

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