Well, hello there, Dear Reader. ‘Tis I, Roobeedoo…

*Hot stuff… /smirks…*

… As you may know, I’ve been taking a backseat recently on writing posts and letting Clicky do the heavy lifting here at the LoL…

*You’ve been fucking stalwart, Clicky… /pats snout… The besterest assistant ever…*

… Butt! Lovely Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Text US Devil, has sent through a new missive…

*That’s surprisingly accurate, Clicky…*

… His missives are always full of wonder, and I take great delight in being able to share them with you, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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STRANGE THINGS ARE AFOOT

SYNCY

SYNCY

SYNCY

AFOOT ARE THINGS STRANGE

So fucking syncy, that something is stinky.

WAY too syncy…to…be…real?

That’s the weird thing about syncs tho.

Real or manufactured, they’re just syncs.

Kinda up to you to figure out the details and meaning(s) and whathaveyou.

All the syncy stuff I’ve been seeing is prolly just my imagination running wild.

I’m sure everything is fine.

Just a bunch of crazy shit lining up for some unknown reason(s).

Nothing to see here…not yet anyway.

Move along citizen.

We’ll keep you posted of any developments.

Had a dream a coupla nights ago where some angels took me to some place. When we got there, they explained to me that this was the place where I would die. Wasn’t really shocked, I wasn’t scared, was more confused. I didn’t recognize the place nor any of the surroundings, and the only thing that was really weird was I’m actually standing in this unknown place where I was supposedly going to die, surrounded by angels, and I was like “OK…um…now what?”

The angels just stood around looking at me, and it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I was supposed to just lay down and wait to die. Or maybe start scanning the horizon for some incoming something that was going to kill me. Or maybe the angels are under the impression that I would have some inner intuition about what is about to unfold. I had nothing. I honestly felt completely blank inside. No desire to flee, no desire to fight, not even really a desire to understand. After all, it was the angels who brought me here and told me this is where I would die, so if they know where I’m going to die, shouldn’t they already have all the particulars? Should I query the angels and ask them for instructions?

There was really nothing for me to do but stand there, so that’s what I did…just stood there.

As dreams do, things only got more strange from there as the angels wandered off, and I returned to my job as a mine shaft inspector. Lolz, yes, I guess such a thing exists as I’ve dreamed this bit many times over the last coupla years…I’m inspecting these really huge and deep mine shafts and reporting on any and all problems. Not like the real ones which are usually narrow and cramped, these are more Hollywood style mine shafts that are massive and almost always go straight down. In this instance, I had to climb down several thousand feet of ladder in this massive tube leading down into the Earth in order to check the water levels at the bottom. It would appear that this particular shaft always needed to have a certain amount of water in it, but for some reason the water level was several hundred feet short, and I was quite panicked about that fact. Relayed the information to my superiors, and then my mind wandered off into some more crazy dreaming that I won’t relay here because you’re prolly already bored out of your skull.

The place where the angels took me was high up in some mountains in a remote area where there was no infrastructure at all except for those provided by nature. I didn’t recognize the mountains as they looked like a cross between the Appalachian and Rocky Mountains, but to confuse me even further it was Fall and all of the leaves were turning a yellow and yellow-ish brown that I’d associate with neither the Rockies nor the Appalachian. They took me to an outcropping near an alcove on the side of a rather tall mountain, and I could see down into a valley on my left with a smaller mountain to my far left. I could not see to my right.

Thinking now that this may not be the best information to relay since it appears my blind spot was on my right.

 Lolz...someone might take advantage of such information down the road 😉

Anyway, it was not cold, the temperature was normal-ish, the sun was setting to my left and the entire valley burned with the colors of those yellow and yellowish leaves. There were some scattered rocks near my feet, but it almost appeared as if this small area where I was standing was purposely cleared by someone. It resembled a camp site, but I don’t recall seeing any evidence of a camp fire site, and I recall that in my dream upon seeing the rocks scattered around, my first inclination was to start picking them up and examining them. Maybe something in my psyche knows that I love looking at rocks. Let’s move on since you like do not care if I like looking at rocks.

After reflecting on the dream a bit, I’ve got to thinking about the concept of “being told”. Being directed. Being made aware of things and particularly being made aware of certain specific events. There was an irony raging inside of me during the dream thinking to myself…”Well this is just fucking great. I’m in some place that I’ve never seen before/didn’t even know existed, this is supposedly where I’m going to die, and these angels have brought me straight fucking to it.” Thanks a lot.

Sheesh

This is probably why I did nothing in the dream except stand there and just kinda survey the area. There was nothing else for me to do.

In my own life, I’ll sometimes dream things (whether sleeping or lucid), then I’ll encounter that same place in time somewhere down the road. But in these instances, it’s never just a place, it’s a time. Sometimes the place will be right but the time wrong. Others the time is right but the place wrong. I’ll always get this feeling of “I know this”, and it’s kinda like a deja vu, but not really. I gotta be honest in saying that it feels more like operating in several dimensions at the same time, but doing so from a single dimension in a single place at a single time. Like there’s a convergence of multiple dimensions, but things aren’t lining up exactly like they should. Or perhaps that things aren’t lining up as they previously did. Some change has occurred and the dimensions are no longer operating as they would have and/or did previously.

(if any of that makes any sense)

Some permanence in time and space has been altered.

I know this place in my mind now, so sometime down the road if I encounter it or anything similar in real life, I’ll know it. I’ll have that “holy shit” type of moment, and absolutely nothing will matter regarding any particulars except “I know this”. It won’t matter what is going to happen, nor what was supposed to happen, nor what should have happened, nor what actually happens…what matters is that it is happening-ish, and it happened before-ish. Learning how to step through these moments in time where everything is supposedly all planned out and you know exactly what is supposed to happen, but you ditch all that bullshit and live in the moment irrespective of all that. Deal with it in the moment as if you had no clue what is supposed to happen, because the reality is that you don’t. It will be different. Much will be the same, much will be similar, and some points will be so jarringly identical that it’s tough to keep your wits about you as you move through the moment(s), but many points will be so radically different that you cannot help but dismiss any “greater meaning” and you stand firmly in reality knowing that this is you, being yourself, living in the moment, doing things as you as an individual would do, and no amount of foreseeing or prophecy or fate is going to change that. Be…you. Deal with it as it comes, not as it was predicted.

What I also have been thinking about is the notion of being led. Or even being diverted. Sidetracked. Also the choices that we make and how they lead to certain eventualities. How our lives can change radically based upon certain decisions or events, and whatever was, is no longer. Whatever was going to be, will not be.

Right now, in this world, and at this time, virtually everyone on the planet is being led to make decisions that are going to radically alter their lives. Doesn’t matter which path you choose either. For some it will lead to the grand life the Covid-19 vaccine promises, for others it will lead to calamity. Doesn’t matter whether you do or do not get the nCoV-2019 vaccine either. Both pathways lead to the same places. Some will regret getting the vaccine, others will regret not getting the vaccine. Some will get the vaccine and go on to live happy and normal lives, some will not get the vaccine and go on to live happy and normal lives. The only question is will you or won’t you. Everything beyond that is some vague place out in space and time that you may or may not get to.

Be yourself. That’s what I get out of these experiences. Be yourself, in the moment, and use the tools that you already have to remain yourself. Don’t put on a show, don’t try and be what you think the Universe wants you to be, don’t try and earn a bunch of brownie points by doing what you think everyone else wants you to do, don’t try and be some idealized version of yourself, don’t try and be some stylized version of yourself…be yourself. Be your actual self. Live in the moment, as yourself. Use the opportunity to be who you really are. Use the opportunity to learn who you really are. Learn what you are made of. Learn what you can be. To know, who you are.

Typically, if you are a male and watching some war movie or some movie where there’s all kinds of fighting and/or conflict, at least one of your pals is going to pipe up and say “OH! IF THAT WOULDA BEEN ME, I WOULDA TOTALLY KICKED THEIR ASS!!!!” or “I WOULDA MARCHED RIGHT UP THAT BEACH AND KILLED THE SHIT OUT OF EVERY ENEMY SOLDIER MYSELF!!!” or some similar nonsense. They have an idealized version of how things should be or how things should be done, and they’ve also convinced themselves that they are capable of actually doing things this way.

Kindof a confusing mindset to take considering that all evidence points to exactly the contrary. Meaning, how is this person getting an idea that they could do things differently and/or better, when everything you are seeing is providing you with evidence that, no, you probably couldn’t. If you are pinned down on a beach with hundreds of enemy soldiers firing at you, you’d likely do exactly what the people on-screen are doing…keeping your fucking head down and stay put.

It occurs to me that people like this have no clue who they are…they only know who they want to be.

Sure eventually you might actually become what you want to be, but then what.

But…who the fuck were you all this time up until now?

I’m guessing that the “global warming” and/or “climate change” agendas aren’t working out as planned.

Gotta cook up some new ideas to explain why a something is going to happen.

Hey, if human predictive abilities are really that great, then why the hell hasn’t everyone won the lottery by now? Or hit it big on the stock market? Or drained every casino dry? Or seen every single hiccup or disaster coming from miles away?

What’s worst about this new moon thing is that at one point the moon was getting closer, and then suddenly “no it’s not, it’s getting further away”, and then it was the moon’s gravitation is eventually going to effect the tides less and less, and now suddenly this “wobble” in the moon is gonna fuck us royally.

The only thing that I can figure is someone plugged in some new variable into their modeling software, they got some weird results, and decided panic was the best course. I can’t read the article because you have to register to read it, so I guess I too will just have to make shit up.

Q: What the fuck ever happened to cycles?

A: ?d¿e?r¿p?

Science (or at least certain interests) seem so preoccupied with finding some permanent and forever something, they don’t appear to be using cyclical data in their models. Or cyclical models in their models. Or just flat not looking for cyclical patterns. They wanna find something absolute. Which is pretty fucking weird considering that virtually everything we know is…cyclical. I guess maybe some individuals don’t like the fact that apparently the only concrete something is that everything is cyclical. I’m not suggesting that there are scientists who are out there who really would like to see the moon do something funky and it really fuck our planet up…but yeah…there are probably some. I mean, be honest…you like to see a good car crash, right? A trainwreck? A tornado? A flood?

Sure ya do. 

You can watch tragedy from the safety of your own home and sit around feeling all superior about your own life choices.

One thing is certain tho, it doesn’t appear that those in the “green” realms give two shits about how they sell their agenda, as long as they sell it. Which, makes sense. Lotta people have a lot of cash riding on these agendas. They’re shorting. They’ve bet against the house. They’re expecting a big payoff and are going to lose everything if it doesn’t.

Wow…how paradoxical, eh? Betting everything, on the idea that some are gonna lose everything.

The way that “green ideas” are being trashed sucks because there really is some fucking horrible shit being done to our environment, and a lot of really good ideas can come out of conservation movements or even just individuals learning how to be good stewards of our planet on their own, then sharing their findings with others. Color me a conspiracy theorist if you want, but I have to wonder if a lot of these ideas are being shit on, because someone up there in the hierarchy wants them shit on. “Green ideas” are counter to their interests, therefore they are playing along in order to destroy these ideas from the inside. Just a theory I have as to why so many companies are so quick to jump on the green bandwagons, and today you’d be hard pressed to find one that does not tout themselves as being part of it or at least doing something “green”.

Embrace the rebellion.

Embrace the rebellion, in order to destroy it.

It's an old story.

How many psychology students do you think there are in the world? Right now, at this moment, across the globe, how many students are there who are studying psychology or psychiatry or anthropology or some social science of some sort that is concerned with humans and/or their behavior. How many hundreds of thousands of people are studying to study people?

Heh...see where this is going yet?

No? Well, maybe think of it like this…how do these students conduct their research, and upon whom are they researching. Can you think of any place that might be available for such students to conduct all manner of tests and testing upon a huge swath of unsuspecting people? Oh sure, there are standards for conducting research, and especially if one is going to submit this work to their teachers and peers or whatever.

There are even ethics to consider.

But with all of the corporations and advertisers and governments and God only knows who else doing all manner of research on individuals via online activities, who’s to say that students cannot more or less slip through the cracks of the system and do all kinds of crazy “research” on others as they blunder around the Internet.

And you thought all those cutesy Twitter tweets and Facebook posts were heartfelt or maybe just innocent fun.

You might be wrong about that.

Things must be pretty good if the only crusade one has to lead is the crusade to save yourself.

Wait...lemme back up.

I was thinking about scruples, and that got me to thinking about individuals who are in positions where they have no other choice but to lead some crazy crusade in order to extract both themselves and others from whatever predicament they find themselves in. Historical precedents where history reflects that so-and-so really didn’t want to go into the medical field, but some pestilence arose, and they felt compelled to do something. Or perhaps so-and-so didn’t really want to go into the agricultural field (hehe…agricultural field), but some famine erupted, and they felt compelled to do something. Or maybe so-and-so really didn’t want to go into the military, but some war arose, and they felt compelled to do something. Necessity dictated behavior. Or at least, some more tangible and easily relatable necessity.

I’ve been listening to some talks by Wes Cecil, and he’s mentioned that the biggest problem facing students today is that none of them seem to know what the hell they want to do. Probably all want to make stacks of cash, but that’s about it, hence they aren’t sure what they need to study in order to achieve this goal of being financially stable and/or wealthy. Which makes sense that they want to make the bucks, because who the hell wants to work some low-paying job and live in some trailer park or in a shitty apartment in a bad part of town? Who wants to struggle to pay bills? Who wants to have a need, but cannot afford it? No one. Hence, you need to take care of yourself, and maybe your family if you desire to have one, and you achieve this by choosing a vocation that can provide lots of money.

Things must be pretty good if the only crusade one has to lead is the crusade to save yourself.

AH! Now we’re back to where we started…things are so good, that there’s really nothing to do but care for yourself.

At it’s core, not exactly a bad problem to have. If more people focused on taking care of themselves, not nearly as much effort would have to be expended taking care of others. But that’s the rub.

Q: How do people wind up in positions where others are required to look after them?

A: Bad vocational choices might be at least one answer.

So now we come back to making money, and scruples. Can one, make scrupulous decisions with respect to choosing a vocation to learn, when there’s not really anything on the agenda other than making cash so you have a nice home and nice clothes and a nice car and can eat well and good have health insurance and can travel, etc., etc.? Quite self-serving sounding on the surface. But again, if you are self-sufficient, that means you’re contributing via other less obvious ways, and more than that you are not a burden on any systems. In fact you and your ilk are a blessing because you are shouldering the lion’s share of fiscal responsibilities in your society. You aren’t going to win any Nobel Peace Prize for this, no songs are likely to be written about your fantastic exploits, and no stories will be told about you to regale and amaze the masses.

This is not what most people want tho, is it?

They don’t want a Ford Escort, they want an Audi or a Mercedes-Benz or maybe a Lexus or Tesla. They don’t want to live in the burbs, they want to live somewhere upscale, posh and flashy. In order to do this, they might have to evaluate their own personal scruples.

Maybe give them a bend.

I’m sure that there are plenty of school counselors who will be more than happy to lend an assist.

Ya know, there’s something about all this “the light” bullshit that should really be sending up some red flags for people, but I get the feeling they miss this entirely. If I say anything “negative” or express some kind of displeasure or if I ever have a frown on my face or anything that is displeasing to these “light workers” because it doesn’t fit their happy and shiny mold? Welp…who else does this. Who else is displeased when I am not bright and chipper and well groomed and have a perma-smile splashed across my face?

Anyone?

Can you think of anyone who behaves in this manner because they are crafting a happy and perfect world, and they want this reflected in their children.

Oops! I think I just gave a spoiler there.

Yeah…parents. Some parents anyway.

They always want you putting forth some shiny and happy looking image so that the whole world knows what a great person you are because your parents are great people and you have a happy and healthy family.

Hey, nothing wrong with looking clean and happy, but there’s definitely something wrong when it’s militaristic. Smile, or else.

Meh…a lot of “starseed” stuff comes across my Twitter feed, and for the most part I like it because it’s inspirational, but I admit I get a bit skeptical when these tweets start ragging on you if you aren’t meeting some standard.

WHY AREN’T YOU SMILING GOD DAMNIT?!?!?!?

WHY AREN’T YOU HAPPY?!?!?!?

Your denigrating me doesn’t help matters, but if you must know, I broke two toes last night, my dog died and my job doesn’t pay me enough to help me get my ailing mother into a care home.

Thanks for hopping on the “kick me” bandwagon.

Appreciate it.

The fact that one can remember they knew something, but cannot recall the specifics about what it was, is interesting something to ponder. How is it that these holes exist, yet whatever once filled them is gone. Now, I personally started off this thought wondering about the possibility of, and any potential mechanics of…the hive mind. Stay with me.

There are some who submit that there is indeed a human hive-mind type thing going on, and that our brains and/or beings are utilized by some unseen web of consciousness which spans the entire planet Earth/Terra. This would mean to me that it is likely that, either consciously or unconsciously, we all of us work together to solve certain problems. Like an array of computers crunching away at problems both actively and passively. Which, if this is so, raises the question…

Q: Can someone grab one of my own ideas?

A: ???

I have an idea, but by the time I make it to the computer to write it down, the idea is gone. I remember that I had an idea, but the space where it sat is void. Is it possible that someone snatched it? Or maybe it’s just a matter that I worked something out, but someone needed it more than I, so this global consciousness array decided to give it to someone else, leaving me with only a hole. We are talking about connected systems, so interrupts and/or prioritization is likely a thing.

All that crazy groupthink nonsense aside, I do have to wonder how it is possible that I can remember that I created a node in my own mind, I can still sense the node, but whatever occupied it is irretrievable. Since most of my “ideas” are usually the result of thinking about a lot of different things, maybe this individual idea has been assimilated in totality into some other/larger concept, and only the node from whence this idea sprang remains. Or, maybe it’s somehow encrypted. It’s still there, I just cannot access it for whatever reason.

/shrug

We want people to like us, yet we seem to do everything in our power to do the very things that will make people not like us. I’ll have to save the details of what I mean for another missive. You can chew on the idea for a bit tho if you want.

Or not.

Have a great weekend.

Go get laid or something.

That’s what I plan on doing.

Go to dinner, get drunk, get laid.

But, only 1 of those 3 things is likely to happen…can you guess which one?

lolz

cYa | cFa

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*Very satisfying, Clicky. Can’t wait for the follow up missive…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader… 😉