Monday, March 26, 2018

Hyena Shit, Spread like Peanut Butter over the Wonder Bread Awareness of the Sponge Bob Mind.

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There is of course, more than one world 'out there'. One of the reasons is that there is more than one world 'in there'. There are other reasons too but let's just take if for granted, there is more than one external environment because all sorts of people, individually and in focus groups, in essence, do not agree with their own perceptions and certainly not with the perceptions of others. They are willing to agree that something is wrong but apparently there is no ongoing consensus on what that something is. That could be due to the something wrong being resident 'in there' and not 'out there'. As any Visual Sight Specialist will tell you, you don't really see the objects and settings you think you see outside of yourself, you see them inside your head, near the location that identifies and names what you think you see outside of you. It should be clear by now that there are all kinds of reasons for the confusions that runs rampant outside of and inside of us and we have listed only a few of them.

Another reason for the seeming confusion outside of us, is due to the people who fabricate the meaning and value of what we think we see outside of us. Here is good example of something meaningless except to the people (with an agenda) who created the imaginary importance of it.

Now would be a good time to travel back in time and visit with George Orwell who said in one of his books, “War is Peace”, “Freedom is Slavery” and “Ignorance is Strength”. Mr. Orwell's book is titled, “1984” and he is considered a social prophet because the examples he used in the book have taken on a cultural reality, decades later, in the times in which we presently live.

War is Peace can be seen in operation, in recent times, by all of the wars created by international bankers and which are financed for the purpose of material profit for the bankers. We are told the wars are to institute peace in these regions but the peace does not occur. Freedom is Slavery can be seen in the streets and especially in the media, which tells us that freedom is achieved through behavior that actually enslaves those engaged in it and that liberty is license. Ignorance is Strength can be seen in almost every modern cultural setting where people are programmed to believe that the stupidest and most embarrassing behavior will give them power by exposing themselves as the dumb shits that they are.

Social media is one of the latest ubiquitous creations, where people can widely disseminate their paucity of intelligence and self awareness and turn themselves into laughing stocks. Cell Phones are the most recent mechanism for people to stay in touch with the attention given to their clueless activities and pimp themselves out for the withering scorn, couched as appreciation, by others desperately in search of a life and who punctuate their reactions with cute little emojis that would be considered retarded in the old days but which are no longer present because they have been made the victims of historical revisionism. Here is the greatest act of revisionism ever to be brought into being by a professional victim group for the purpose of taking the world's attention off of their victimization of many others over a considerable length of time.

The most dangerous vehicle of deception in the world is appearances. Appearances lie. They advertise what the senses seem to report but they are a blind in reality, concealing the real beneath the false. People who take appearance as being real, condemn themselves to a life long, living confinement, in the dungeons of delusion and are transformed into fish farm residents, for those utilizing appearances like the bait on a fishhook. It is growth industry and one of its biggest byproducts is the cancer industry (a literal 'growth' industry). The cancer industry is big business and you can see the evidence during football season, where overpaid and not very bright athletes wear all manner of pink accessories to indicate their support of this business model.

Here is a little something about the nasty and vile use to which appearances are put and the truly psychopathic efforts behind the generation of massive profit industries, that first create cancer and then respond to it, with alleged healing techniques that make one even sicker than they were. The processed and fast foods industries create cancer. Since this is being reported in a media organ that is one of the causes of mind cancer, you may be sure they are under reporting. Then, once bad food and bad lifestyle create cancer (gee what a surprise this is), along with the pollution generated- 'profit at all costs' big businesses, the medical industries create expensive treatments that generally accomplish Jack Shit.

Unnatural physical situations are engineered by Satanists and then are treated with unnatural remedies and it should not surprise you that wealthy investors put their money in both cash cows, knowing that, like the private prison industry, they are a dependable source of financial return. It should also not surprise you that both the cancer industry generating businesses and the cancer treatment industries, are owned by often the same people, who know full well what a dependable source of revenue both of these seemingly independent operations are.

In the world of the present, where we can see on all sides how true, McLuhan's, 'media is the massage' is, we can also intuit (for those possessing an intuition) and objectively reason (for those possessing an objective reasoning capacity) that not only are appearances a lie but that a rather large collection of cabals and worker drones are quite busy making a killing (literally and figuratively) off of them.

In the world of the moment, the mass media is controlled by elements of the same cabal, that is making a profit from manipulating and miss-identifying appearances. We are being led to believe that the larger percentages of the population are in full agreement, with the hyena shit of lies and disinformation, being spread like Skippy's Peanut Butter ( I can't believe it's not peanut butter!) over the Wonder Bread awareness of the Sponge Bob Mind. This is not the case whatsoever. Though it is true that an alarming amount of the public is dumber than a rock and hungrier than a buzzard on a juice fast, a larger than presumed amount of the public is not stupid and is also being wakened up by Mr. Apocalypse and is soon to be brought to the general awareness, in ways and numbers not previously imagined and will wind up being reported on by the very people so relentlessly engaged in deceiving us otherwise.

They are scrambling like crazy to keep us in bondage and enthralled for awhile longer. They are desperate to undo as many constitutional protections as they can. One of the main reasons for this is that they know about Mr. Apocalypse and they know that all manner of new archetypes are coming into being, to anchor a more stable and truthful age, with brotherhood as it's model. They need to sink the ship of promise ASAP. When you confront the lies of these vipers within your mind, you strike a powerful blow for humanity, whether you hit the streets or not. Every mind that acknowledges the venal bullshit, presently in operation, exposes it in a telepathic manner, across the collective mind-stream of thought, which the vipers are also involved in filling with obfuscations. You become a part of an invisible army that is growing by the day. God is not mocked and no one otherwise rules and controls this external and internal world besides the ineffable, DESPITE APPEARANCES TO THE CONTRARY!

Don't be a dodo dunderhead, who swims with the unconscious fishes and winds up sleeping with the fishes. There is but one mind, no matter how many 'seeming' divisions abound in present time. These are just the echoes of bullshit in retreat and agents of devolution, against the tides of what cannot be stopped. The will of the ineffable is beyond any possibility of opposition, except within the separated minds of those whose consciousness has been harnessed to the hamster wheel.

No matter what seems to be, it has no power against what is. What is, is ever triumphant over what is not, except, once again, within the closed confines of separated minds and their compromised senses that report and falsely legitimize fake news.

Be of good cheer my friends. It will not persist forever and the degree of difficulty you are experiencing is a fantastic opportunity for you to realize a quantum leap in consciousness and destiny, leaping over and by passing all of what you would have been heir to in other times. Hold fast! Endure and aspire! The light of the world is resident in the seeming darkness of your mind and is the unifying force in the confusion of your heart. There would be no darkness except that you permit it to appear to be and there would be no confusion if your affections were single. The battle was won long ago; same today, yesterday and tomorrow and for all time.

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Monday, March 19, 2018

Visible and Invisible Friends and the Nervous Tremors in the Atmosphere.

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To fart without hearing, to see without wonder ...these are a few of the things I would plunder. Yeah, that's how I would do the Sound of Music. Get it right, get it straight, job one, from day one. Just so you understand,we don't grow cameltoes down here on trees. They do that shit in Kalifornia. Got rules and such about it too! Hey, Fuckwad! Get me two papoose style kangaroos, in a hanging cage from Paris Hilton's downstairs dungeon and suspend them from S&M piercing hooks and form it to a pendant to wear around my neck (no real kangaroos were hurt during the filming). I can't tell you what happened backstage. Because a bunch of gorillas were gang-banging a Hallelujah choir on my way in here. They weren't all that pleased about it, maybe they were buying their time. They hadn't gotten to the money shot yet. It's Okay, next week its the gorilla's turn in the barrel. Uh oh. Thar she blows. Anybody got some Clorox, Windex, Squeegees and a towel? Hey! It's Petri Dish. In the Ide's de I De March Post and don't tell me you haven't seen this before and didn't stop to watch it, properly attired of course. Cause next week it's you.

You know how it goes, first they came for the communists and I did not freak out, sounded good to me. I actually applauded. Because I wasn't a fucking commie!!! Then they came for the Socialists and I didn't give a shit because Socialism is never Socialism anyway. Then they came for the trade unionists. Yeah? So what? Like I care. Stand in line with the rest of the idiots. Oh, you're a moron. You get to go to the front of the line! The rest of you, why not go see the gorillas I think they're okay with that. Then they came for the Jews and I said “good luck But why didn't you do that first?” You would have saved a of time in the first place... and the collateral damage, the innocent bystanders! Whoops Incoming! But occasionally shit flies over your head “with or without you”. Instead of “take my wife”, Take Bono as The Edge plays that same series of annoying, mesmeric notes...I want Bono's head shaped into a chiffon, devil fruit cake and delivered to George Bush with a chainsaw. Dinner's ready! And then they came for me but I was in the room next door watching the gorillas (Honey? Could you pick up a six-pack of high school girls for me while you're out and also some John Wayne Gacy, clown costume outfits so that the suits in the other room are okay?). “Sure Vis. You know I'm leaving you?” “Yeah just leave the door open on your way”. I meant I'm leaving you to become transgender. I know it doesn't work but there are appliances, new technology and all. I'm going to join the gorillas and come back and join the party.” “Great... Later.”) and so they didn't get me, nor anyone else, cause most of it didn't happen in the first place and I know it's not funny.

Yeah... this is the kind of thing that happens on a slow day. I let it sit there for a bit to see how I felt about it. So far it is mostly numb below the waste (not a typo), which is what you get when you go on a dumpster fast and do coffee and oxy colonics. Why did I write this? This is the sort of output I store in my chitterlings lined Louis Vuitton tummy pack. I wrote it so that you would know this weirdness lurks just around the corner most days but seldom finds its way past the filters. I save this sort of thing when the comments section starts to resemble a square dance for orangutans, doe see doe. I do it when the wind is no longer in the willows. I do it when the frost is on Pumkinhead. I do it when the news looks and tastes like a Pop Tart made out of meth-head mucus and double wide airplane seats. This kind of writing gets tiresome after about two paragraphs. At first it is so funny that you are clutching your sides and gasping for air. Then it gets less and less funny like an ongoing series of pedestrian cellphone accidents.

You know I've been struggling with the tenor and tone of my posts, in a landscape of Hieronymus Bosch paintings... trying to find rhyme and reason. I'm getting older and younger at the same time. The sell by date approaches and I don't know what anything means. Some of you might thinks that the syntax indicates a depressive state or a hiatus point between now and then. It's none of these factors. It could be ennui, or weltschmerz but its not those either. What it is is a sign of invisible markers. You know they are there but you can't see them. You can feel them. They are significators of undefined change. You know something is changing but you don't know from what or into what. The atmosphere is awash in nervous tremors. Is this the world? Is it the recycled archetypes? Is it me?

You know, somehow, that the change is going to be dramatic. You look at all the signposts of the times; Trump, Putin, the Kardashians, Antifa, staged shootings, Political Correctness and the sexual morphing of square holes and triangular pegs. Search as you might, you can't find anything that hasn't already been bent out of recognition from something that was something else before that and before that and before that so... there's no Norman Rockwell. There's no music. The level of cultural degeneration is remarkable. Where's Plato? Where's T.S. Elliot? Where are the heroes? Where's Joni Mitchell?

Auto-format is in a state of endless redaction. This is caused by typing over everything again and again. We don't know what was written there to begin with and we certainly don't know what is being typed now. It certainly looks like 'darkness at the break of noon' and there's some mention of, 'there is no sense in trying' and 'Disillusioned words like bullets bark. As human gods aim for their mark. Make everything from toy guns that spark. To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark. It's easy to see without looking too far, that not much, is really sacred.” Yes... it looks like some form of depression or a flat beer but it really isn't any of this. It's those invisible markers with no provenance. You know they mean something. They could be really important but you don't know why. You do know that at some point it is all going to be explained. This is what they tell you but it has never been explained yet.

The changes that are in flux are the biggest changes in a long time and sound like, “rats feet over broken glass.” Maybe it is like that fog; “The fog comes in on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” There is poetry in it for certain. There is poetry everywhere for those whose hearts are tuned. Otherwise it is the usual 'bitches and hoe's' It snuck up on us. It was made like license plates in prisons. It got legitimized through redundancy and the typewriter going over and over the same illegible lines.

I had several visitors in the last weeks. First there was William and Gabriel- sweethearts of the rodeo. Then there was Jim from Boulder, who glowed like he had swallowed an incandescent light. Some while before that was Allan from Australia and he was young and flushed with beautiful youth. Billy and Howard came by and I went to see them before that. I got a video in the mail; Dan from Boston. He and his new wife were having their wedding dance and it was to one of my songs! That rattled my core to the point of deliquescence. There was Elle and Astrologer Robert. There was the man who came through and sat on the porch for hours in the cold New Jersey winter and then went and joined the Amish. The singular impact of every one was how really, incredibly beautiful they all were. I was astounded by the quality of my friends. How did I ever get such wonderful friends? Wow! Just, wow!

Sometimes I measure myself by my failures. Sometimes they are all I see. Then I see the tracks of the friends coming and going and I think there can be no place for failure in any of this because I have these friends and there are so many of them that I cannot count or remember them all. How did this happen that I should have friends like this? Few if any of you are in my mind at this moment with these recollections. It is astonishing. One after the other, unique, precious... like Texas line dancing angels. The only feature as incredible as these visible friends is the invisible friends. Off and on, over quite a reach of time, I would tell myself that I was imagining the presence of the invisible friends but... they appear relentlessly, always different, yet always the same ...and always in new varieties of aspect. Every time I doubt, a new example appears and there is a Cheshire Cat grin which says it all. By this time, all possibility of doubt has been removed.

It would be picture perfect by now, except for the nervous tremors in the atmosphere. They are neither frightening nor ominous, just sequencing blips that say, “something is coming.” It's coming under the cover of banality and unusual patterns, whose meaning is concealed by the patterns themselves and it appears simply ordinary, except for the tremors, which are another blind, signifying unimportance when it is anything but that. “One of these days, Alice.”

So... this is where you find me... pondering, wondering. Letting the days between the posts slip by, until something like this shows up and then the next day, something entirely different yet again. It is NOT depression. It's a reach of time that coils in the storage room of the motor vehicle department. It's a handful of hours that pass in no time at all on a beach. It's quadrants and continuum's. It is a closed circle. It is a spiral. It is a series of moments like a strand of pearls around the neck of an unknown god.

Where did all these friends come from? Visible and Invisible. The answer is deeply connected to this dynamic. I cannot see how I deserve friends like this but I have them and they define me far better than the litany of exaggerated failures and the limping, Sisyphean oxcart that struggles and slips and struggle and slips in the mud and... “it smells like victory (grin)”.

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