Adventures In Remote Viewing: Two Tree Or Not Two Tree…

…Sap is the question!

 

*Mel’s still my favourite Hamlet, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… And I’ve seen a few…*

You may be wondering about the punny title and start of this post, Dear Reader. I can assure you it had nothing to do with the previous post…

LoL post trees

*/drags… Although it’s a rather nice sync, Clicky… /expels smoke…*

… and everything to do with this week’s remote viewing with the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. It was an eclectic mix…

Houghton crop circle and treeHoughton crop circle and treesPotterne crop circle around treePotterne crop circle around tree 2

*Nicely cropped, Clicky… /flicks ash… That dead tree lion there looks like it’s sleeping… /puffs contentedly… Dreaming perchance?*

 

…Trees cropped up a lot – pun intended – in the latest crop circle videos we remote viewed. And in an old movie set in ancient times…

 

… As well as in a very old, and if I may add, severely fucked up movie, completely of its time…

 

*I ain’t kidding, Clicky… /coughs… That was not the ending I was expecting… /clears throat… At all…*

… And in a very old movie viewed within an old movie that is set in a dystopian future…

 

… But that’s looking increasingly like the present. As was the old movie we remote viewed last, based on a timeless classic…

 

*/final drag… Seriously, Clicky, the story was meant to be a parody… /stubs butt… Not a fuckin’ manual…*

… Then, in the middle of all, Cade sends me a story from my local rag…

 

… Whereas Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, was considered ‘out of his tree’, some fella refused to vacate a tree in nearby Chalkwell Park…

Lebanon

‘name of a nation in western Asia, from Semitic root l-b-n “white,” probably in reference to snow-capped peaks, or possibly to chalk or limestone cliffs. The Greek name of the island Lemnos is of Phoenician origin and from the same root.’

 

Beirut

‘Lebanese capital, from Hebrew, literally “the wells,” from be’erot, plural of be’er “well.”

… It’s been a mad few days for sure, Dear Reader, so I’m going to hand you over now to Cade for his take on our remote viewing experience…

 

*What are you thinking, Clicky?*

 

*Oh, you’re referring to Sunday’s remote viewing… /winks… Gotcha…*

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I always tend to enjoy rewatches. You see things you missed the first time around, you see things you’ve forgotten about, and you may even come away with totally different experience on subsequent viewings than your initial experience. I dunno if such experiences help better establish one’s location, or causes one to become more lost. Still, it’s always cool to experience an old something with someone new. Almost makes the lost feel found. And speaking of being lost, how about a sappy song below, prefaced by the song’s sappy lyrics.

Alice In Chains

“Got Me Wrong”

Yeh, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No color clay
Individuality not safe

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I can’t let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn’t often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

‘Not all those who wander are lost.’

— J.R.R. Tolkien

Was kinda interesting that over the past day or so, trees of all kinds and trees with people in them started popping up like…weeds. What it all means? Notta clue. Sure has inspired some interesting conversation tho’. Very fulfilling. Has led to some interesting places. Branching, you might say.

 

^Got Me Wrong^

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Have a Song, Dear Reader 😀

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: An Invitation For Reflection

Dear Reader, this past week Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed the 3 seasons and movie finale of Deadwood. We’d already seen them together before, but somehow our remote viewing was even better this second time round…

Deadwood EB Farnham Be Brief

*Okay, Clicky, I’ll try… /rolls eyes…*

… As well as the 2007 documentary Up The Yangtze, focusing on some of the people affected by the construction of the Three Gorges Dam across the Yangtze river in Hubei, China…

*Yikes! …/lights up and smokes…*

… And an astrological reading of the Leo New Moon, set to occur on 18th August 2020. As it turns out, Molly McCord’s reading is the inspiration behind this particular post…

*The other one was pretty good as well, Clicky… /flicks ash…*

… Now, at nearly 20 minutes long, we know that you’re probably not gonna watch Molly’s video, Dear Reader, unless you have an interest in astrology. So here’s the takeaway for the purposes of this post: we’re being asked to reflect on what has happened in our lives, and in our relationships, since the last time the Sun and Moon were in the exact same positions in the chart. That was three years ago on 21st August 2017, the date of the solar eclipse across North America…

Deadwood Calamity Jane Be fucked

*No, I shit you not, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… It’s quite auspicious…*

… So that is what we’re going to do here, Dear Reader. Fortunately, to aid Cade and I in our reflections, we have a lovely missive posted at the LoL on that very same eclipse day…

… You might want to take a look.

As Leo is a masculine sign and the energy coming through from the New Moon will be very masculine, especially in the solar plexus area according to Molly, Cade will now open the proceedings…

deadwood Al Huzzah

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I guess I can start off by remembering that 2017 was the year that I discovered surgical mesh was likely to blame for the exasperation of some existing physical issues, and it was around the time of the eclipse that this revelation occurred. And yeah, upon reflection it would seem a bit fortuitous that this particular wad of twisted and twisting surgical mesh is indeed in my solar plexus area. Three years later, skin is still coming off by the bucket-load, muscles continue to unwind and cramp, feeling in my extremities continues to come and go, and revelations and discoveries abound. One of the more recent being that my Achilles Tendons both seem to be…absent.

Q: How in the FUCK does one’s Achilles Tendons disappear, yet one does not notice?

A: Something tells me that the massive calloused pads on the heels and balls of my feet hold some answers.

To be fair, my hamstrings also disappeared, but that was something I noticed. In fact, I’m not the only one that noticed. A girl I went to high school with (who just so happened to run track) one day pointed out to me that I had some mighty quads, but no hamstrings. We both looked at/examined my legs further, and I’ll never forget the look on her face as she saw the same weird looking deformity I was seeing in that my hamstrings seemed to have disappeared. They were gone. Not there. Years later, my orthopedic surgeon noticed the same, but he noticed something else going on back there. Story for another time.

Digress

I’ve got a playlist on my YouTube page of 15 short videos I took of the August 21st 2017 eclipse, and they were meant to be a humorous look through inexperienced eyes at a celestial phenomenon. What it means to have one’s eyes opened, what it means to learn, and maybe how one handles the realities of learning some confusing and potentially unpleasant shit.

Whilst I’m not claiming any specific knowledge, I have learned quite a bit over the past decade or so about the potential impact(s) of celestial goings on and how these goings on may affect life in various ways. Fine-tunings of the galactic clockworks and how we as individuals fit it. Still digging, still learning, still failing miserably at virtually anything and everything, but still going. Not a fucking clue how, nor why, but yeah…still going.

Prolly should stop reflecting and talking about myself so goddamn much and pass it back over to that loopy cunt Roob.

^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^

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deadwood Trixie

*Cade’s so sweet, Clicky…*

Funnily enough, the thing that’s concerning me most, and has felt like a punch in guts, happens to be the thing Cade first wrote in his missive of 21st August 2017…

sync of sorts

*Yes, a sync of sorts… /drags… You know, Molly does talk about a deep cleansing aspect in her vid, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*

Not the biblical character, Job, that Cade mused over but my actual job, the thing I do to earn money and how I earn my keep. In August 2017, I’d just landed a job locally as a Personal Assistant, having spent the whole of 2016 unemployed. Hooray! But by the New Moon on the 18th August I may no longer have a job, or worse, I’ll have one that I’ll absolutely hate because of a dreadful restructure, deemed necessary by the higher echelon in the organisation. All because they fancy a pool…

*We’ll be a pool of comfort women, Clicky… /cough… ‘Cept, you know, providing administrative relief to all and sundry…*

Deadwood Trixie Tree

… Like a return to the 1950s…

*Thinking about it, Clicky. Thinking about it…*

And on that sour note, I’ll pass you back to Cade.

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Its all amalgamation and capital. And down sigh zing/redud dancy. The new New walks upon the dust from the bones of the old Old. Which I find ironic considering that a lot of government entities seem to be so fucking lost that they are returning to old ways. Going “old school”, if you will. And speaking of, sure are a lot of council jobs been advertised in The Echo as of late. Not that I read the Southend paper or am looking for jobs in Southend or anything, but perhaps your local Council is tightening its belt in certain areas so it can achieve bountiful proportions in others?

I digress

One of the very first things I did upon starting this re-watch with you was look up the word “hooplehead”. Wanted to find some definitive meaning for usage in this context of usage in the show. I mean yeah, lots of context clues, and everyone knows what a hoople is, but hooplehead? I always assumed it was some arcane slang pejorative in reference to an individual perceived to possess a child-like understanding. Some naive someone who is still playing the children’s games and is not “in the know” and not part of the grander schemes and bigger plays. Someone who is somewhat…under the protection of…their own ignorance. A sort of halo. or maybe a certain light or aura that an individual exhibits. But ya know what I found? Hooplehead…supposedly didn’t even exist until HBO’s Deadwood created it.

But not so fast. Lets pull back on them reigns a bit cowboys and cowgirls.

Mott The Hoople
Mott The Hoople
Hoop Rolling
Hula Hoop
Embroidery Hoop
Hoop
-le
Agent Noun
Representative
Effigy
Lemniscate
Möbius Strip
Halo (Optical Phenomenon)
Halo (Religious Iconography)
Aura (Paranormal)
Aura
Pregnancy glow: Is it real? – Mayo Clinic
The Beginning of the Birth Pangs – Matthew 24 (NTE)
From Suffering to Glory – Romans 8: 21-23 (NKJV)
Curse And Mark Of Cain
The Magician (Tarot Card)
The Fool

Been chewing on these thoughts for some time as it relates to shapes generated by orbiting bodies, such as the mandala-esque shapes the planets and other bodies generate over time, and what meanings they may have to someone on the outside looking in. Specifically, is it possible that the orbits of planets are indicative of a system’s current level of development. Maybe even indicative of whether or not life exists within a particular system, or maybe even if a particular system is slated for development or even destruction? A stellar clock of sorts which maps out time and times that we are just now learning how to read and understand.

I digress again

Needless to say when Molly McCord mentioned certain entities being under some kind of protection and Richie Rich and all that other jazz in her astrological talk yesterday, it was kinda jarring because it was right in line with some things I was already actively pondering. Of course, she eventually wandered off into some dark realms and seemed to think that evil people are under the protection of evil forces. But I personally am wondering about “good” people. What is protecting them, why, and is there some kind of indication that they are…untouchable, as it were? Afterall, no one wants to known as someone who engages in sport or combat with unworthy opponents. That would be unfair.

^Depeche Mode – Halo [HyperSPD Remix]^

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*There was something Al said about Dan’s fight with the Captain, Clicky… /thinks… What was it?*

(Cut to Al’s office as Johnny knocks on the door)

Al: Yeah? (Johnny enters)

Johnny: I wish you’d look in on Dan, boss. Not for being poorly as… down.

Al: Johnny, some shit’s best walked through alone.

Johnny: Dan’s killed people before. You have too. But neither’ve been solitary after.

Al: A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their eyes. It’s just you left and death.

Johnny: So that’s why Dan wants to be alone.

Al: He knows where to find me. (Johnny nods and turns to leave) Sit down. If you want to. (Johnny turns and shuts the door, sitting down in a chair. He sits there looking around for a bit, as Al is leaning in the balcony door. Finally he turns to Al)

Johnny: What’re… ..what are we waiting for?

Al: To see what kind of hell breaks loose.

Whilst I was editing your Wiki wavy wall above, Cade, so that a new window opens upon clicking, Thing 2 or Loopy-Lou, sitting off to my right, was telling somebody online that “This Halo will be the last”…

*/stubs butt… That’s real-time syncing, Clicky. Shame nobody believes you until they experience it for themselves…*

deadwood Al Welcome to Deadwood

*Front Ear…*

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Belief is a weird thing. Some, may have no knowledge of the ride nor what any consequences of riding may be, and they may even not be aware they are on the ride. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, avoid the ride altogether and are content in their choices. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, ride the ride anyway and may or may not regret having done so. Some, are not sure whether the ride will or will not suit them, and they may or may not ride the ride out of concern for the consequences of either outcome. Some, are aware, but have no choice as to whether or not to ride the ride. Doesn’t matter whether they want to or not, and it doesn’t matter the outcome. They are where they are. Belief is irrelevant. Proof is irrelevant.

All that to say that we’re all of us in various states of development and/or decay. Some are sharp, some are a bit slow on the uptake, some may be wishy-washy as hell and mostly wander around in a non-committal type daze. Maybe being aware of how we react to one “type” or another may help us learn about ourselves and where we actually may be lacking. Like, as far as relating goes. That which brings comfort to ourselves which is borne upon the wings of the discomfort of others, has a null and empty quality to it. Almost a hunger embedded in the satiations and dissatisfactions which necessitates a repeat of the experience. Maybe we get stuck in loops for a reason.

/shrug

Apologies for wandering off the deep end. Just wondering aloud what it may mean for one to be satisfied. We are talking about some quite esoteric bullshit, and many have likely only barely scratched the surface with respect to knowing and understanding what all could potentially be entailed in this and these processes. There’s lots to know. Lots to think about. Sometimes its difficult to condense and share for purposes of relating.

^CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share^

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*You think I should go there, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Alright then…*

Back to the subject of personal reflection on the period of time since 21st August 2017, it was shortly after the eclipse that my interesting in Lashy’s Gnostic teachings was rekindled with his ‘Decoding the Mandela Effect’ series on YTube…

*Fucked up a ton of posts here though when he took them down to start his school…/flicks ash… Probably for the best though eh, Clicky? … /deep drag… Not in his image afterall…*

… One of the things Molly McCord said about of the New Moon in Leo later this month was that it will bring new narratives, new stories. As a writer and co-editor of the Underdog Anthology series of books, this was of great interest to me: any cosmic help in developing new story ideas, is welcome. Since the 2017 eclipse, 9 separate anthology volumes have been published and another is scheduled for this Halloween. I need to get my thinking cap on…

deadwood Tom Nuttall

*/puffs contentedly… Thanks for the vote of confidence, Clicky… /pats snout…*

I’ll pass back to Cade for some final reflecting…

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May your thinking cap for the upcoming book be a fucking fabulous one Roob. 🙂

Me? Imma put my reflecting hat on for a bit longer.

^Imperial March Recorder^

As far as reflecting goes, 2017 was a weird year for me. Difficult in talking about some of it without talking about all of it, as parsing the tale tells nothing. That said, I do recall heading out to the National Cemetery not long after the eclipse to see my pop and older sister. Early September. A bird had shit on dad’s tombstone. Musta been a fucking Pterodactyl based on the size of the splatter. A shitty exclamation point on a shitty year? Maybe. But I didn’t think that then and I don’t think it now, so now I’m gonna have to question why I’m reflecting other than I’ve been instructed to do so by an astrologist who tells me the time is right for doing so.

To be fair, I’ve been in a reflective state pretty much this entire year. Am not writing, can’t think straight, having trouble remembering things, under quite a bit of pressure, few writing ideas, and what few there are I cannot hold onto. It would be easy for me to say that the hope that I lost in early 2017 was regained in late 2017, but that ride from December 2017 to December 2019 has began to crumble under me. However, I don’t really feel like anything is crumbling. Shifting maybe, but not crumbling. Prolly because I’ve got other things going on that fill me with hope whilst everything else simultaneously goes to shit? No idea. Been a damn strange year, and a lot of people seem to be completely filled with some anticipation of total collapse. But not me. Can’t say why I’m not filled with fear and doubt, but I’m not.

This “Lion’s Gate” stuff is strange because August 8th is forevermore gonna be a weird day for me personally. Pop was born on August 8th in 1941, he died 8 days before my older sister’s birthday, and my older sister died on August 8th in 2013. If any of that means anything, I have no idea what it is outside of the obvious. Not anything I can share anyway. Mom is Taurus, dad is Leo, older sis is Sagittarius, younger sister is Gemini, I’m a Scorpio. My older sister was the son my father never had, my younger sister was born on Father’s Day, and I’m just kinda in the way. Hanging out. Chillin’. Dodging the bullets I can dodge. Fairly middling, kinda plain, nothing particularly special about me ‘cept I’m sickly as hell and allergic to every fucking thing on the planet; doing my best to be okay with all that. Not sure what else it is I need to be doing. Although if anyone could fuck up something as seeming simple as reflecting, I prolly can. Still, sometimes just kinda seems like people are being nosy whilst appearing to be discreet. Guess sometimes you just gotta take shit on faith, hope for the best, all whilst preparing yourself for a royal ass-fucking.

^Lightnin’ Hopkins-Business You’re Doin’^

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*Can you go find a suitable Song to end on, Clicky?*

*No, the post is far too long to get into all that. Just the Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… And try and find sumfin that evokes reflections on rippled water. If it exists…*

That’s the end of this post, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention. Enjoy the rest of your we kenned and… Have a Song ❤

 

CLICK5: Bawbags, Barr None

CLICK5: Seedy Spillings

CLICK5: Stormy Wither?

 

A Post In Support of BLM*

*Of course, that’s a lie, Dear Reader…

Black Lungs Matter Bucko Tweet

*Bucko took the screen shot of that for me, Clicky… /lights up… ‘Cos CASH (Cunts Against Smoking Humanity) … /drags… have blocked me from seeing their tweets… /plumes smoke…*

Outside is the new inside for the hospitality sector.

*If the outside is the new inside, Clicky, then surely smoking can be accommodated via smoking areas inside hospitality establishments? …/coughs…*

*I know, a stupid question… /flicks ash… Wait, eliminating six million people? I’ve heard that before…*

*That’s it… /smokes… The ‘Master Race’ architects of the modern Tobacco Control movement… /squints… What do you mean ‘Who?’, Clicky…*

Today, Dear Reader, mask wearing became mandatory inside public places in the UK. Less than two months after the World Health Organisation changed its mind on the effectiveness of masks…

… That’s fast work. So exactly how big is a Coronavirus (Covid-19) virus?

… In fact, the Covid-19 Coronavirus is so tiny, it cannot be seen with the naked eye. Which begs the question: just how effective would an everyday mask be at stopping the tiny, murderous monster from infecting you or anyone else?

*Glad vaping has some fuckin’ use…*

*Satire so sharp, it cuts… /final drag…*

*Dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… Fuck it, I’m off to re-watch Deadwood with Cade. That’ll lift my mood…*

Have a good we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song…

CLICK5: Carpe Driem

The Meeting Place St Pancras Station

The Tooth, The Whole Tooth & Nothing But The Tooth…

*So ‘elp me… /rolls eyes… Gawd, Clicky, this could be a long one. ‘Ow should we begin?*

Twitter Feed Sync

*Ah… /flicks lighter… The Twitter Timeline sync during my lunch break today, excellent, starting point, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… Why am I thinking of Ricky Gervais?*

*Yes! Funny man… /flicks ash… No, hold on – weren’t the Nazis a crocodile?*

*That’s an underdog strategy, Clicky… /smirks… Bite ’em in the Balkans…*

churchill bulldog oh yes

Hello there, Dear Reader 😀

My evenings this past week have been taken up with remote viewing the 26-episode, epic documentary series from 1973, The World At War, with my Text Us chum, Cade Fon Apollyon. I’d only seen the episodes dealing with what happened pre-1939 at school, in 1983. I was studying the ‘Silent World War’ for my History O Level. That’s the one between the First and Second World Wars, but that nobody wants to call a war, although in pretty much every respect, it was…

*Nearly an ‘our an episode, Clicky… /drags… It’s like compressing World War 2 into a single day…*

*Alright, smarty pants, but there’s a lot less detail in 7 minutes…*

*Ha! The emergence of sharks and evolution of teeth at 10:11, and crocodiles appear at 11:05. Not a fucking Nazi to be seen…*

*The Chinese are Communists, knot Nazis, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

*”A band called Socialist Fuzzy Bucket”…Hmm… /thinks… Did the advent of radio turn politics ‘radio-active’, do ya fink? …/deathly silence… Well?*

*Oh ‘ardly, Clicky – the Internet utilizes both effectively…

*Ugh! Possibly too effectively …/yawns stretchily… Time to wrap this shambles up me finks, Clicky…*

*To be honest, you’d be ‘ard-fuckin’-pressed to not see a single country in the world today that isn’t governed by parties, or ‘as opposition parties, all pulled straight out the ‘socialist fuzzy bucket’…*

*/shudders…*

So, if you’re interested in how the previous Fourth Turning Winter/Crisis climaxed in 1945, Dear Reader, then I can thoroughly recommend giving The World At War a viewing.  It’s freely available on YTube, but you have to make the time, and that has always been your purview. Besides, ace thesp Sir Laurence Olivier narrates over its entire nearly 26 hours…

*Yes, we’re done, Clicky…*

Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song 😉

CLICK5: Art? Don’t Banksy On It

Missive From ‘Merica: Body Talk

*Clicky, it’s late in the day and have to go make dinner. Can you introduce Cade’s new missive, please? …/pauses… Keep it simple, Sweetie…*

*Excellent! A Song to cook to… /sashays toward kitchen…*

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If you are looking for the source of a river, chances are you’re looking in the wrong direction.

Perhaps...look...up?

Up is actually out, and out is eventually down…the river will spread and diverge from there.

By first looking up, you can cover more ground more efficiently

So yeah, when looking for a river’s source? You’re gonna have to look high and low.

^Los Bitchos – The Link Is About To Die^

Ever heard of “scoop marks”? Was watching something on the topic of alien abductions with a friend, and the topic of “scoop marks” came up in the video. Supposedly, a surefire telltale sign of being abducted by aliens is these things called “scoop marks” on the skin where extraterrestrials are supposedly taking skin samples. The lady in the video showed a photo of some of these “scoop marks”, and I freaked upon seeing examples of these scoop marks. I, am fucking covered in those things. Always wondered what they were, why they are there, etc., but now am I to assume that I’ve been abducted multiple times by extraterrestrial beings?

Idiopathic Guttate Hypomelanosis
Idiopathic Guttate Hypomelanosis
Guttate Psoriasis
Idiopathy
Idiopathic Disease
Descriptions of Skin Marks, Growths, and Color Changes
The Paradigm Salon-Scoop Marks
Scoop Marks in the Sand at ‘Rocknest’
Surgical Pearl: The Pendulum or “Scoop” Biopsy
Transgene
Transgenic Organisms
Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs): Transgenic Crops and Recombinant DNA Technology
Post Alien Abduction Body Marks
Physical Evidence in Alien Abduction Cases
Fluid Dynamics (Redirected from Hydrodynamics)
Hooke’s Law-Hooke’s Law For Continuous Media
Hydrodynamic Trapping
Hydrodynamic Radius
Colloid
Colloidal-Silver
The Detection of Silver in Rain Water from Cloud Seeding Experiments in Australia
Silver Iodide
Cloud Seeding
Dust
Hydrodynamical Helicity
Vorticity
Capillary Action
Tension

All I wanted to do was see if I could find something on “scoop marks” on the epidermis. Maybe see what, if anything, they may have to do with Morgellons.

^Aldous Harding – Zoo Eyes (Official Video)^

Now, I can honestly say that I know exactly what caused at least one of these many scoop marks that I personally have. Weed-eater, or string trimmer or whatever you wanna call it slung a rock into my left shin, made a huge indention, and it never really healed for a very long time. Eventually it turned white, the indention is still there, and this was kind of a trigger for me to start looking at these other “scoop marks” that I was already covered with long before that weed-whacker left an impact crater on my shin.

What I wondered was, is it possible that I am, for some reason, covered with impact craters. Because if that’s the case, what in the FUCK could possibly be slamming into me that I would not notice? Worse still, maybe I DID notice, but these injuries happened so long ago that I for the most part dismissed them. Certainly never considered some aggregate down the road that would result in my body looking like the surface of Luna.

Q: What are the chances of lightning striking twice in the same place?

A: Roy Sullivan 

Now, Roy may have been struck multiple times, but he was likely in different places when he was struck. Like for example, riding your motorcycle down the highway at 70mph in shorts with no shirt and no helmet, and getting stuck behind a gravel truck that is peppering the living fuck out of you as it trails a rolling sandstorm.

With that in mind, does a single person/human qualify as a single point in space? Different places, different times, different storms, different injuries, same human. What I’m thinking about here is more related to “less-physically detectable” types of impacts which may be blasting a human body daily without you ever even knowing it. Is there an aggregate type of damage occurring over time which results in scars appearing with no apparent cause(s)?

^deadmau5 – Monophobia (feat. Rob Swire) [Official Video]^

How many times you figure you used a weed-eater while wearing shorts and butchering the living fuck out of your legs before you decided it was probably a good idea to wear long pants when trimming the grass on the lawn? I live in Texas. It’s hot out there in the summer. Motherfucking hot hot hot it is. Lawn work wearing jeans to protect my legs? Not a very appealing idea no matter how much of a beating the jeans save my legs from.

So you’ve got a choice…butcher your legs via high-speed debris slung by the weed-whacker, or forego the micro-injuries to your legs and risk dehydration and possibly heat stroke. You could of course save yourself by hiring the job out. Let somebody else take the risks and suffer the injuries.

^French 79 – Hometown [Official Video]^

Lesse…where was I? OH YEAH!!! I was thinking about micro-impacts on the epidermis, and maybe what that does over time. Also thinking about how long a scar or blemish might take to manifest if one were caught outside during a solar storm. Or maybe after getting an x-ray. Or maybe if you live near a cell tower. Or maybe if the shielding on your home’s wiring isn’t that great.

Thing is tho, I’m also thinking about how likely energy is to return to a specific point on the human body. We are electrical beings afterall, we generate fields, and a specific field generated by a specific human may have a propensity to direct certain energies to certain locations. May seem a stretch to some, but it occurs to me that any energy/energies which the body cannot deflect, it may try to direct. Send it to some area where this energy will do the least amount of damage. Or maybe even…the most amount of damage.

Q: DUDE!!! Why in the flying fucking HELL would the body intentionally direct an energy to where it would do the most amount of damage?!?!?!?!????

A: Maybe certain energies are not supposed to exist when and where they do, and/or perhaps not in the intensities and/or frequencies where they exist

Sucks for sure. but at the same time, great calling card to leave.

THIS(energy) = THAT(injury)

😦

^Dave Brubeck – Golden Brown^

For the record, I’m not thinking specifically about “5G” in the thoughts above. 5G is just one of many energies that we are bombed with every day, and more are coming. What is on my mind is how our bodies respond and even adapt. Or at least, how our bodies cope.

lolz…speaking of being bombed by energies…in the video below, @ 37 seconds, one of the girls bends over, and you can almost tell that the camera operator started to zoom in on the girl’s ass, but thought better of it and wobbled a bit before turning the focus away from her bent-over ass.

Fucking rofl

So yeah…um…with that girl bending over like, can her ass and the related real-estate be considered “a directed-energy weapon”?

^Thunderpussy – Thunderpussy (Live on KEXP)^

Your own house…it needs to be in order. Doesn’t matter what your neighbor nor anyone else is doing. If your own shit ain’t in order, and you are blasting others for their actions, you’re pissing in a fan.

Like, spiritually

Spiritually pissing, into the spiritual fan. Maybe you are a fan of golden showers.

/shrug
^Messer Chups – Magneto – The Open Stage Berlin^

When you are several hundred feet tall, I’m guessing that the combination of a huge heart coupled with three brains produces a lot of electricity. Nevermind that you’ve got a giant body moving through air which almost assuredly produces a shitload of static electricity. I guess this is why King Ghidra/Monster Zero can shoot lightning out of it’s mouth(s). I do wonder tho – Ghidra does seem to be able to blast lightning on command, so where is all that electricity stored until needed?

^Animal Collective – My Girls (Official Video)^

And speaking of storing electricity, I finally got my first gander at a battery from a Tesla car the other day. Was shocked to learn that the battery seems to be a giant flat plate that runs the entire length and width of the vehicle. I dunno how concerned you personally are about electromagnetic and/or electrostatic radiation, but putting your ass on top of a giant source of such energies? Especially with no shielding between your soft bits and that giant battery?

Seems like a bad idea

Nevermind that induction motor swinging electrons like crazy. Riding in a Tesla vehicle just seems the equivalent of operating a balloon factory on top of some power lines that are located near a cluster of TV transmitters and broadcast towers, and all your workers are cats.

Electromagnetic Radiation
Magnetic Field
Electromagnetic Field
Electrostatic Induction
Lenz’ Law
Faraday’s Law Of Induction
Inductor (Redirected from Shielding an Inductor from its own Back EMF)
Electromagnetic Shielding
Faraday Cage
Grounding
Shield
Blocking
Dry Line
Marfa Lights
Tin Foil Hat

I have no idea what kind(s) of shielding a Tesla vehicle has for the EMF radiation(s) that the vehicle itself emits. I do know that finding information about the particulars of Tesla vehicles has proven to be troublesome. But that kinda makes more sense now that I know that Tesla vehicles will not work unless they are connected to the Tesla corporation’s infrastructure. It also appears that Tesla vehicle owners cannot work on nor repair their own vehicles. You cannot purchase parts for your Tesla vehicle.

Yeesh

Sounds like Musk has taken the worst from other corporations, and aggregated them in his own corporation.

Yeesh

Why in the fuck would anyone want to own one of these things?

^Fazerdaze – Lucky Girl (Official Video)^

You only wanted to deliver packages…

Deliveroo riders to be trained to spot signs of child abuse

…you are now an operative of the state.

Before long, everyone you interact with will be so well trained in so many areas of information gathering for dissemination to third parties that the nature of one-on-one relationships will forever be changed. Unless you yourself have also been trained and assimilated into the intelligence gathering rings, you’ll have no idea what other people are sizing you up for and why. Fuck getting your packages delivered in a timely manner, we’re too busy trying to snoop on you to worry about something so insignificant as your consumerist bullshit parcel.

Best part is that certain entities can save on their operating costs. Worst part is that it diminishes the importance of the concepts behind the NSPCC’s stated purpose. Nevermind that you’ve created yet another branch for abuse(s) by attempting to turn more and more people into informants. Someone complains about Deliveroo?

Report them as suspected child abusers

If this was a voluntary thing your delivery drivers signed up for? Maybe not quite as bad as your delivery personnel are willingly accepting the associated risks. But making it mandatory? You’re opening your employees up to a shitload of personal risk which you yourself do not share, all so your company and its partners can get some free advertising. Your grass is likely to get redder on the other side.

^Lush – Desire Lines (Official Video)^


Grass getting redder

Redder?

More red?

More...read?

Grass is greener gets more red.

Grass is greener gets more read.

^Fontaines D.C. – Televised Mind (Official Music Video)^
Density...Within...The Body

Strange concept to ponder, no? To wonder how certain molecules may tug differently on our innards. When you couple this with thinking about environmental changes, say like barometric pressure, seasonal changes, ergonomics, lifestyles, etc., shit gets really wonky.

Liquid Density-THEORY OF EQUILIBRIUM SHORT-RANGE ORDER:CLOSURE APPROXIMATION
Relative Density (Redirected from Specific gravity)
Homeopathy
Sphere Of Influence (Astrodynamics)
Weak Interaction
Hill Sphere
Equivalence Principle
Fictitious Force
Blood Gas Tension
Sulfur Cycle
Capsule (Pharmacy)
James Randi

James Randi (AKA: The Amazing Randi) is known for taking an entire bottle of homeopathic medicine before a performance in order to demonstrate what bullshit homeopathic medicines are. The dose in each capsule is so minute, that he can take a whole bottle with no ill effect on his person. If it’s the dose that makes the poison, I guess in this case, the absence of proper dosing is perceived to be the poison.

Fair enough

But at the same time, a ship with a small rudder will turn just as well as a ship with a large rudder, you just gotta plan ahead a little further with respect to your turns. And what I’m thinking about here is how well we chart our courses and plan our turns with respect to our own health. More specifically, is it possible that minute changes/minute influences can affect our lives equally as much as drastic changes/influences?

^Allah-Las – Long Journey^

You cut out the enchiladas and chicken wings in order to whip your body “back” into shape. Back – there’s no going back. Forward is the only available option. With that in mind, you’re headed backwards in your head, forwards with your body, and the whole mess is gonna wind up someplace that neither likely expected to be. Lemme back up a bit. If you make changes in your life, it should prolly be to alter course from where you are currently headed rather than an attempt to return to home port. You never left home port. You took it with you when you ventured off to wherever in the fuck you went. Perhaps that old saying “you can never go home again” should actually read…”you can ever go home again”. You’re always home. Always and ever, home.

Digress
^Starcrawler – Bet My Brains^

I wanna know what densities are required within the human body to achieve a certain result. Take Carbon for example. We are supposedly “Carbon-Based” lifeforms, so what the fuck is it doing in there, why is it required, and in what concentration(s)?

Same with other stuff

What kinds of mass is required? What density? What concentration? More than that, what make the body go bonkers when certain densities of certain things are attained?

We’re gonna have to think energy and energies here as well, because we here and now live in a world that is motherfucking obsessed with energy. Booze, Ayahuasca, opiates/opioids, coffee, energy drinks, vitamins & minerals, wearable technology, WiFi, radio, television, noisy cars, noisy airplanes, air-pollution, makeup, deodorizers, scented candles, cleansers …we are fucking bombed out of our fucking gourds on energy and energies of every sort. But what about…

a string?

A thread. A tiny fucking fiber embedded in your flesh that is so small that you’d need a powerful microscope in order to see it. What does that “dense object” do to your body as it occupies space and displaces what would normally be there? How does your body even perceive it? Does your body even perceive it?

^Interpol – Evil (Official Video)^

Recently, I read something regarding the length of human DNA strands. It stated that the length of all the DNA strands from a single cell stretched end to end equates to about 6 feet/2 meters, and that all the DNA from all the cells in a single human would stretch from Earth/Terra to Sol and back 300 times. Today, I see this…

INCOMING MATH!!!

The average adult human male is 5’6” wide and 1’4” tall. Wait…I fucked that up. Average adult human male is 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 1 foot 4 inches wide. You know what? Fuck this. They say all humans currently alive will fit into the Grand Canyon, fine, we’ll all fit. You wanna know a real challenge tho? Actually getting to and actually seeing and/or experiencing the Grand Canyon. Now there’s a challenge. I’ve never been there. Never seen it. I get the impression that I am not alone in that regard.

^Wolf Alice – Baby Ain’t Made Of China (Audio)^

In an age when travel is so readily available, almost no one can actually do it. Especially now that all this Coronovirus/nCoV-2019 nonsense started happening. Good time to institute new travel requirements and new travel guidelines tho, eh? Wanna travel? Get chipped, and you’re free to go wherever you want, whenever you want.

According to the standard rules anyway

But maybe…just maybe…there’s another way? Yeah…to travel. Maybe there’s another way.

^David Guetta – Titanium ft. Sia (Official Video)^

Was just listening to an Astrology video that a certain someone posted over at Merovee, when I open my Twitter and see this…

I guess that is more or less an admission that everything you do within your first 10 years as an Astrologer is complete bullshit. Sounds to me like you owe a lotta people refunds.

Q: Are lawsuits against Astrologers a thing?

A: ó¿ó

I’m guessing that Astrology is considered a service since the Astrologer is basically performing labor for a specific period of time, and there’s no tangible something provided in the transaction.

Can I sue an astrologer for his wrong predictions? Shouldn’t we have laws to jail astrologers for false predictions?

Jail? JAIL?!?!?! No fines? No warnings? No probation? No licensing revocations? Straight to fucking JAIL with ye!!!

Jesus...tough crowd this one
^Hazel English – I’m Fine [Official Lyrics Video]^

If there’s law regulating a something, that likely means licensing is also going to be required. If licensing is required, that means regulatory agencies are going to be required. If regulatory agencies are required, that means money is required. If money is required, that means taxes are required.

SO! 

You wanna know the future, eh? But you want these predictions to be accurate and you also want recourse in the event predictions are not accurate? Welp, here’s a prediction for ya…

taxes, headaches, and a shitload of them

How’s that for an accurate prediction? Best part is, you made it all come true. You’re the master of your own destiny. Well done.

(yawn)
^RÖYKSOPP – Eple (full version)^

Is your tolerance capable of tolerating intolerance? Or have you joined the opposition without even realizing it? Just watched the vid below with a friend, and I honestly have no idea what they are on about. Honor? Prestige? Reputation? Seems to be a disconnect between the video title and what is actually said during the course of the video.

If you want something protected, protect it. Pretty simple really. Don’t ask someone else to do it, don’t commission someone else to do it, don’t attempt to force someone else to do it. Finish your smoke, finish your beer, end your complaint-cast, and get your own ass down to wherever this something is you want protected and protect it. It will mean so much more to your personal scruples with your own ass on the line to protect this something.

^Laurence Fox: ‘Social justice warriors want to tear everything down’^

Divergence is sad. It’s a tough thing to take. Everything is going smoothly and according to plan…and then BLAMMO!!!

Divergence

On the up-side tho, this means reconciliation is on the horizon. You know exactly where to go, and now all you have to do is make a decision on whether or not to go get it back. Or you can stay diverged. Maybe you’re better off apart. You’re still together, just a new kind of togetherness.

A part of apart
^The Babe Rainbow – Secret Enchanted Broccoli Forest [Official Video]^

Are you one to turn down financial opportunities? Nah, I didn’t think so, just asking. We’re pretty much trained from the cradle to identify and act upon opportunities. We may even have plans already in place should certain opportunities arise.

Begin

If “this” = “that” then

Do “this”;

End;

Strategy. Strategization

Begin

If “dead” = “rising” then

Do “grab gun and aim for the head”;

End;

You may even have more esoteric plans. Like, in the event of a retreat or some other withdrawal of the opposition, advance your own forces. Problem with adopting military thinking is tho, that you kinda need to be a study of the entire subject in order for military/paramilitary thinking to be effective. Utilizing only bits and pieces of military strategy is likely to lead to disaster.

^deadmau5 & The Neptunes – Pomegranate (Official Music Video)^

Here, lemme help you out a bit…

Retreat
Feign
Deception (Redirected from Feign)
Strategic Planning Retreats (4 mins)
What is a tactical retreat?
Fake
Withdrawal (Military)
Regroup
Regrouping
Rally ‘Round The Flag Effect
Rally Point
Rally
San Jose Bike Party-Regroup Points

Not really trying to encourage anyone in a tactical sort of way, but maybe learning a bit about how things work and why. May make you rethink that plan to go to war. Especially if you were to discover that the people you are going to war with are the very individuals who were encouraging you to wage war in the first place. Yeah, you thought they were your allies, but they are actually the opposition.

^Depeche Mode – Personal Jesus (ORAX synthwave remix)^

Stretches the imagination, eh? Welp, just keep in mind what “they” want to do. “They”, want to control you. You really think “they” give a flying fuck how “they” achieve this? Nope. By any and all means, “they” will be victorious. “They’ll” pick a fight with you via your own hand, at “their” prompting, and make anything and everything appear all your fault. You were seeking glory, right?

Welcome to it
^Alvvays – Archie, Marry Me (Official Video)^

If you’re looking for a straight-up toe to toe fight, I suggest you stick to boxing. The objective of warfare is to win, and irrespective of any convention or treaties, anything goes in the heat of battle. Who is to stop them?

YOU'RE IN A FUCKING WAR IN THE MIDDLE OF COMBAT!!! 

Sure any violators may be subject to repercussions down the road and after-the-fact, but this is do or die…us or them…here and now. You really think a soldier gives a flying fuck about “the rules” when its their own ass on the line?

^Amyl and the Sniffers – Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)^

This pulling down statues bullshit is so fucking stupid, there almost assuredly has to be something else behind it.

Prolly loads of varied interests behind it

Kinda funny to think of opposing interests converging at a single point without even realizing it. I guess in the heat of the moment tho, it doesn’t really matter. You want that statue DOWN. Anyone who shows up to help achieve this? Meh, who cares? They’re available and willing, so, fuck it.

^Eminem – Lose Yourself But It’s 4’33” by John Cage^

Yeah I know, plenty of stories throughout history of people(s) tearing the living fuck out of things, and we’re just likely experiencing our own tribulations in that and those regard(s). Do wonder how blind people are with respect to the reasons why?

That includes how blind I myself am

I see things, but not sure what that really means, nor to whom. Mainly, I’m interested with why certain entities appear to be attempting to get me to think and behave in certain ways. Requiring me to state the obvious is neither confirmation nor reinforcement. If anything, it’s a detraction. Limiting. Puts me in a box and requires me to behave in a manner that is acceptable and/or pleasing to you. Makes me act in ways that you think you’d behave were you in a similar situation. Got news for you, I’m not you, nor will I behave like you. Similar maybe, but certainly not same.

^Wolf Alice – Don’t Delete the Kisses (Official Video)^

You’ve no idea what I’m talking about, do you?

No sweat…I’ve no idea what in the fuck you are talking about either.

Not a clue what you want from me nor why.

What a pair we make, eh?
^Warpaint – Disco//Very – Keep It Healthy (Official Video)^

cYacFa

^Owl City – Fireflies (Said The Sky Remix)^

*******

*Clicky, you done?*

*Brilliant! Grubs up… /pats snout… I’m gonna read the missive after eating, with a cup of coffee and a smoke…*

*Indeed, I love my base, Clicky. Come on, dinner…*