*Blimey! I’ve been to three of the Canary Islands, but not that one… /lights up and smokes… Wait! Isn’t that the volcano in that Horizon doc I saw ages ago, Clicky?*
*Thought so. Shit… /plumes smokes… well, let’s hope that don’t ‘appen…*
Hello there, Dear Reader. I’ve been under the kosh for the past few days, as I’ve been trying to finish writing ‘OK Charon!’, the next installment of my Ronageddon series of stories for the next Underdog Anthology. So I was delighted to find a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon waiting for me this morning…
*It’s always a pleasure to read Cade’s writing, Clicky…*
… And I couldn’t wait to share it with you. Enjoy!
If those of you running things on the web and/or various websites have wondered if you are approaching critical mass on the number of ads you are subjecting visitors to, the answer is yes. For this reason, there will be no YouTube video accompanying this section. Sweet Jesus, you fuckers are off your rockers with the ads. And the popups now are worse than they were in the late 1990’s/early 2000’s. In fact, it’s now a rarity that a website does not give me a popup of some kind. Fucking hell…you do want me to read your content, right? Not spend the entirety of my time on your site clicking off popups in an attempt to read your content, then getting frustrated and leaving, never to return? But yeah, critical mass, website ads, you’re there.
Speaking of, I’ve had my current email address for 6 and 1/2 years, and in that entire span of time, I have not gotten ONE single piece of unsolicited email nor have I gotten one single piece of spam.
However, since ordering some Pizza Hut pizza online a coupla months ago? I’ve had a rich relative who I didn’t even know existed up and die and they left me like 30 million dollars, I’ve had someone offer to pay me several million dollars to help them smuggle their millions out of some backwater country, the United Nations/World Bank has discovered that they owe me 5.4 million dollars for some unknown reason, the International Monetary Fund has discovered that they owe me 10.7 million dollars because of corrupt bank officials and courier companies, and I’ve also won 1.2 million dollars in the Australian Lottery. Fuck ME! I had no idea giving my email to complete strangers was gonna make me so goddamn LUCKY!!!! And just in time for my Vegas tip too!
Thank you PIZZA HUT!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Had you and/or your employees not sold my email address to a bunch of sleazy fucknuts for a few bucks, I would not be the multi-millionaire I am today.
You, are way behind me. Your quest to elevate yourself to an enlightened state is happening so far behind my own that I am lightyears ahead of you. I am knocking on God’s door, and you are so fucking lost that you are still unsure whether or not God even has a door. Hell, you’re so far behind me that you’re prolly still doubting there even is a God.
X: This is not where you were going.
0: May I interject here? I sense danger, and for once I’d like to see the kid avoid trouble if possible.
Cade: I was going to put forth the notion that, in some things, we might actually be able to challenge this almighty entity many of us have grown up hearing about.
0: But…you got lost.
Cade: Correct. I had an idea, was gonna write it down, and in the 15 to 20 seconds it took for me to pull my tubby ass off the floor and open my word processor, the thought was gone.
0: Why do you think that is?
Cade: I really do not know. I didn’t sense danger. And I honestly sat there for a minute or so trying to get the feeling back, but it did not come.
Cade: Yes. Everything that I write is a feeling. Something in me…erm…feels, like, a certain way or something, and the words come.
0: But, you aren’t being totally honest here. You had a brief moment where you thought “this might not be such a good idea”, and you were unable to recall your thought.
Cade: Again, correct.
0: So what is this “challenge God” crap?
Cade: I really don’t know. It was an idea that maybe sometimes we are on a more or less equal footing with…”elevated fuckers”, or whatever…and I wanted to explore the idea of what we as individuals chose to do in those situations.
0: Do you really think it a good idea to point out such things?
Cade: I can take the high ground here and say “no”, but I don’t think that would be honest to the feeling that I had in my gut.
0: Which was?
Cade: Perhaps a bit on how to deal with success.
0: You aren’t very good with that.
Cade: Fuck no I ain’t. I have no idea what “success” even is beyond some social construct where outside opinion is required in order to justify a contextual something.
0: And shortly after any such proclamations, you’re right back to being a moron.
Cade: Exactly. Some…”poking my head above the clouds” type of moment occasionally exists within the fabric of space and time, these moments are rare, and fleeting.
X: You think that in these moments, you’ve challenged God, and won?
Cade: No. As far as I can tell, the idea is to challenge yourself and win. As to whether that victory somehow translates to God or others, I do not know.
X: And yet, you had an idea that led you to come here and write about the notion of “challenging God”, and now you’re talking about…whatever it is that you are talking about.
Cade: OK…then let’s wander back to where this idea sprang from.
0: Are you sure you want to do this.
Cade: No. But, I’m gonna do it anyway.
0: God be with you.
Cade: The original thought that got me to spinning was the idea of eliminating the concept of “human trafficking”.
0: You’ve temporarily fixed your broken headphones, you started to watch a documentary, but then you stopped watching it because you thought of a someone who might want to watch it with you.
Cade: Correct. I stopped, and someone in the documentary had just put forth the notion of “permanently eliminating human trafficking”.
0: Sounds like something good to aspire to.
Cade: God is the biggest human trafficker in history.
0: Uh oh…
Cade: You ain’t wrong. It’s a helluva thought to have, but after thinking on it for a moment, I can find no fault with the thought.
0: And so your idea was that you are basically “challenging God”?
Cade: No. My thought was that anyone who read my making the assertion that “God is the biggest human trafficker in history” would likely see me as challenging God. This had the knock-on effect of me starting to wonder if such thoughts in my own head are “a challenge to God”.
0: And you promptly sat up to start writing, then forgot what you were going to write.
Cade: Yes. BUT! See what just sitting down and writing a bit got me?
X: Why yes, I do.
Cade: lolz…look, I can see the thought being a bit…um, controversial or inflammatory or emotionally charged or whatever, but the point was, there was a dude in this film who suggested that we humans should endeavor to completely eliminate the concept of “human trafficking”, which on the surface sounds great and all, but it immediately became clear that in order to do so, there are metric shit tons of stuff that will need to be eliminated as a consequence.
Cade: Well, I’m not going to go into all the details, but it immediately occurred to me that, if there is indeed “a” God, or if there are “gods”, anyone wanting to eliminate human trafficking is gonna find themselves toe-to-toe with these entities at some point.
X: And by default, will actually and eventually find themselves staring down “the” God?
X: And the result would be?
Cade: No idea. I only know that, within the framework of “creation”, there appears to be a force that deals in human flesh/human lives, and for one to actually eliminate this “trafficking” would, perhaps, fuckup “Creation” as we know it.
X: And from there, your mind wandered.
Cade: Well, yeah. There’s all kinds of “futurist” types of considerations.
Z: Designer babies.
Cade: Yes, but in all honestly that concept is nothing new. People have been matchmaking in various modes since the beginning of time as far as I can tell. The only difference is maybe the means and a somewhat greater availability via technology and such.
A: And your feelings on these matters?
Cade: It comes down to the same shit as just about everything that I write.
A: Which is?
Cade: How many lines am I crossing, and am I in any way prepared to cross them.
X: You honestly think that “God” deals in flesh?
Cade: There are points in the Bible where God talks about intentionally making people stupid or blind or ignorant or hardening their hearts or whatever….I guess, in order for “God” to get what they want.
X: Your point?
Cade: I have to wonder sometimes if God makes me a moron for the express purpose of letting me blunder around in the dark.
Z: I admit I am a bit lost.
Cade: I know that is not true, but thank you for providing me a moment in which to meld these many ideas.
0: You are suggesting that God is a human trafficker…
Cade: Wait…for the sake of arguments, let’s make “God” and “Nature” somewhat interchangable.
X: Are you sure you want to do that?
Cade: Actually, no. It muddies the discussion something fierce. That said, it’s probably a fair approach seeing as how plenty of people seem to have no idea what to think about the concept of “God”.
T: Many have no idea what to think about the concept of “Nature” either.
Cade: Tru dat.
0: So you think that you have what is essentially a heretical and/or blasphemous type of thought, and you wonder if God is making you just stupid enough to ramble on about it anyway.
Cade: I think it highly possible that if there is some “higher” something actively working on my own life, that yes, they can potentially make me capable of being smart and stupid at the same time. And, fuck, they ain’t gotta do much at all to make me stupid.
0: And what about smart?
Cade: I’ll refer back to the original thought of typically needing some kind of outside influence to even have the slightest comprehension of what is typically billed as “success”. I’m successful at a lot of things that many if not most wouldn’t even bat an eye at because they aren’t things that are all flashy and make loads of people cream in their pants or swoon or whatever.
X: You’re thinking that “simulation theory” or “simulation hypothesis” is part of the posthumanist agenda.
Cade: It occurs to me that in order to eliminate “human trafficking”, there is a lot of average and boring shit that most “elevated folk” will almost certainly overlook, and all of this will also need to be tamed and then controlled.
X: And you think that the Posthumanists will think of these things?
Cade: Well, if they haven’t thought of it before, they’ll sure as shit be thinking about it now.
0: The Matrix has you Cade.
Cade: So it would seem.
0: And what was all that jazz about being ahead of others?
Cade: Just think that there has to be some property embedded within the concept of “ascension” where some, must, be left behind.
0: Doesn’t seem quite fair.
Cade: Fuck fair. I wasn’t thinking about “fair” as much as I was thinking more about how and why “elders” cannot relate to their own peers irrespective of where these peers may be in their own journey.
X: Get too big for for their own britches.
Cade: Maybe. Was just thinking that perhaps “relating” is so difficult because everyone is struggling so much to get those top tiers and become untouchable, that they forget from whence they came.
0: Do you?
Cade: Probably. I try not to, but I’m sure I fail miserably just like I fail at every other fucking thing.
You may not have read all that. I would submit tho that yes indeedy, if one is going to endeavor to “end human trafficking”, it is likely that you are only thinking in terms of “evil”, and you’ve not thought this through. Hell, once you get to thinking in both good and evil terms, you’re then gonna have to stop thinking only in “human” terms, and that is gonna be so deep and overwhelming that you might just lose heart entirely.
Human tissue trafficking. Bacteria trafficking. Virus trafficking. Plant trafficking. Animal trafficking. Insect trafficking. Oil trafficking. CO2 trafficking. Mineral trafficking. Vitamin trafficking. *.* trafficking. Like it or not, your very existence causes you to stomp the living shit out of all kinds of things – you traffic in all kinds of things, and you likely don’t give these things a second thought, let alone think of yourself as a trafficker. However, if you’re gonna plumb these depths, you’re gonna have to give some of these things some thought. Or, you can just, half-ass it like most crusaders do. Take what you can get then pat yourself on the back for being all great and stuff.
Oh, and here's that documentary.
Like I said, I didn’t get that far, and to be honest it looks more like hype and cheese than anything, but I’ll prolly give it a watch at some point. If for no other reason than to see where “the up and comers” are in their various journeys.
Ya know, the big appeal of “The Matrix” is being in position to where the rules either do not apply to you, or you yourself can be in a position to bend or break the rules.
It's that simple.
I get the feeling that someday, many folks are going to “wake up” and realize that all of the crap they were reaching for, they already had it. Already possessed the freedom to bend or even break any and every rule imaginable. It will be at this point that you’ll have to come clean with yourself and admit that what you were really looking for, was a realm where you could do as you please without fear of repercussion or reprisal. Welp, I got news for you…
these realms exist too.
Very exclusive these realms tho. Very fragile too. And worst of all, they are almost certain to contain all the bullshit that you espouse to so vehemently oppose. Quite a loop. Cover a lot of ground, and go basically…
Do you even know what “swing” is? Of course you don’t. Who the fuck listens to swing anymore, let alone any music that either has swing in it or a swing to it.
Have often wondered about the nature of time, as it pertains to the times that are crammed in it. One of the most intriguing ideas is the notion of how time appears to run faster or slower under certain conditions. And by faster or slower, I’m referring to faster according to our own perception of “normal time”, or slower according to our own perception of “normal time”. Some examples would be when people have near-death or some other type of traumatic event, huge chunks of time can appear to run extremely fast, and we know that the further that one travels away from the Earth, the more time appears to slow down.
For me personally, all kinds of things are always running at strange times because of some “celestial events” that I use constantly as filters for my own thoughts. Big Bang, Big Crunch, Big Swirl, Pulsars, Novae, Black Holes, etc.. Over the past 10 years or so, I’ve also picked up some less relatable filters via thoughts about…erm…how do I word this…”entites who move through time differently than we do”. Basically, living beings of some kind that move through time and space faster or slower than we do. These thoughts can be quite scary when one thinks about contextual events such as “moving through space which contains a star, when operating in a realm where time moves thousands to millions faster or more slower according to the observer than time moves for us.”
I mean, can you imagine moving through a star when you’re only moving at 1 foot per year? Or 1 foot ever million years? Yeah, I know. There are questions there regarding things like mortality/immortality, but this does not invalidate the thoughts on speed if for no other reason than we humans have little to no understanding about either concept, and plenty of folks in our own human history who seem to think that at least some part of our own mortal being carries some immortal something within it. And of course, there’s that pesky “energy can neither be created nor destroyed” conservation of energy thing.
All that said, where I was really going with this is some thoughts that I’ve had regarding “The Big Bang” and the idea that it wasn’t just some singular something as it is usually portrayed in all those science shows with their fancy explosions. Namely my thoughts have been, it happened, it is still happening right now, and it will continue to happen. It is with that thought I’ve wondered…wait, what if a star is actually an exploding something that is running at a different time than we perceive time? Stars supposedly collect a bunch of crap that is floating around via some unknown process(es), then they eventually get so dense that some chain reaction starts via some critical mass, then all that shit catches on fire and starts burning. Welp, from there, our understanding is that the star starts expanding as it gives off energy and starts losing its mass, and a star will continue expanding, growing larger and larger throughout its “life”.
Sounds like an explosion to me.
Perhaps a really fucking slow explosion, but an explosion nonetheless. Eventually, this “slow-ass explosion” will eventually speed up to speeds that we more readily understand when the thing goes nova or supernova. But until that time, I mean, the entire mass of the Universe is pressing down on this star, right? The entire mass of the Universe is basically containing this explosion. So, why would this “explosion” run at the same time as everything else?
I’ve watched plenty of videos of the Slow Mo Guys and others blowing shit up underwater, and every time they do this, I’ve seen that little “star” or “Big Bang” representation in these detonations. However, for some reason that video above and that first pop Gav does really demonstrates these thoughts that I’ve had about time running slower (or faster) under certain conditions. Perhaps it’s the proximity of an object nearby, or maybe I’ve watched so damn many of these things that I was finally able to express in words what I’ve been seeing for so long. I’m not an educated fella so, I don’t really possess the vocabulary to express things the way some actual scientist might. And that’s by design because if I learn their language, I’m gonna just wind up talking like they do and saying the same shit they do and that ain’t gonna help anyone. Gotta find my own way. Or die trying.
Prolly gonna be that second one.
That shit always has a bend to it. And no matter what it is, if it’s not bending now, or it hasn’t bent in the past, you can bet your ass it is gonna bend at some point. Has to be some property embedded within even the most linear of somethings that, causes it to bend. Maybe even break. Maybe even break before the “bend” property can be realized or maybe even before it can be recognized as a bend.
Q: Can a “bend” property exist within a system, yet never be identifiable as such?
A: ? /?\ ?
Gotta be possible. You have no interest in this. It’s all “Big Swirl” crap and “The Big Swirl” isn’t even a real thing so, I’ll bail.
*For the Song? …/stubs butt.. That’s an idea, Clicky…*
I don’t know about you, but I feel refreshed now, and ready to get back down to writing. Thank you Cade ❤
See you next time, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤
*OMG, No! That is not what this missive is about, Clicky!*
*Yes! …/lights up and smokes… Hmm, I guess that could be an allegory to what’s occurring with the ‘vaccines’ and great reset…*
*Not if the instigators get their heads smashed in, no…*
*Well, at least it would be mercifully quick… /flicks ash… Unlike what’s being perpetrated on the sleeping populace right now…*
Happy Friday, Dear Reader 😀
Although he hasn’t written us in a while, Cade Fon Apollyon has more than made up for the wait with a fantastic new missive about gambling. He’s going to Vegas…
*Dunno, I haven’t seen Cade’s poker face, Clicky. Now pipe down, I have a missive to format…*
I am going to try and make a note here to never again eat any type of food that has blue food coloring in it. My busted and aging heart cannot stand the strain of that shock in the morning when you look down into the toilet or perhaps when you wipe your backside and suddenly find yourself thinking “OMG!!! I HAVE MOSS GROWING IN MY INTESTINES!!!”
Yep, yellow + blue = green. In this case, that weird “moss green” that is totally unearthly and almost certainly has some kind of supernatural or perhaps extraterrestrial origin. Maybe both. Supernatural aliens have invaded or polluted your body! Bilirubin/bile is/are yellow, which normally turns your feces brown, but the introduction of that blue food coloring into your diet is gonna foil your body’s Dung Shui plans for balance and harmony. Now you’re standing there in the haze of just waking, just had your morning movement and trying like hell to get off of the can ASAP so you can get rolling with your day, and your brain possibly cannot immediately connect the dots as to why you’ve suddenly been sentenced to death by some unknown ailment which is turning your poop swamp moss green. Whatever it is, better get to the doctor quick. Oh, and you might wanna take a stool sample whilst you have one handy. Or maybe just remember that you ate a fuckton of tortilla chips that were dyed blue with blue food coloring in honor of the July 4th holiday, and that is almost sure to be your “problem”. It’ll pass. Like, it’ll pass, go a…nevermind…
you'll figure it out
I realize that it is a huge part of YouTube culture to say “guys” as much as one possibly can in your videos, but, jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick…the gentleman in the video above must be going for some kind of YouTube metrics world record. I’m half-tempted to go back and re-watch the video just to count how many times he says “guys” during the course of the video but I know I’d never survive. Plus, it would just serve to pad his YouTube stats.
*You counted ’em? That’s 3.4 times a minute, Clicky, or roughly every 20 seconds… /drags… That is a lot of guise from a man in a mask…*
I wasn’t very far into the original watching when I found myself skipping through the video just to avoid hearing him say it, and I eventually just skipped to the end parts only to see how much he’d lost on each of the three machine types he was playing. The word “guys” has a binding quality because it is directed at no particular individual. It’s only specificity is, that it is to everyone in earshot. “Guys” has the same quality as “fire” or “run” or “help” or “get down” or “heads up” or “duck” or “all hands on deck” or “battle stations” or similar. If you can hear it, it is likely directed towards you. A very inclusive term. An “attention getter”. Someone is “calling you into the fold” of whatever is happening. Including you whether you want to be included or not. But the best thing about the term “guys” is that it doesn’t have the same negative connotations that my previous examples have. In fact, “guys” is kinda neutral until you yourself actually begin to understand the particulars of why someone is trying to include you in some event
“Guys! Come look at this sunset!”
“Guys! Come look at this light in the sky!”
“Guys! Come look at this dumpster fire!”
“Guys! Come check out the television!”
However, when you take “guys” out of such a specific contextual situation and use it generically, “Guys” when used alone has a very “come and see” type of vibe to it. Whomever is trying to get your attention only wants to get your attention and keep it until you yourself figure out what is going on. Or maybe even grab your attention and hopefully you’ll never catch on to what is going on nor why. Yep, I can see why “guys” has become such a popular parlance in the “influencer” and/or “content creator” realm(s). Very catchy, very inclusive, and it always works. Grabs attention, and has a propensity for keeping it for a spell.
It’s kinda like something a barker at a carnival might use to draw in the rubes for various purposes. Some rubes the barker will want to buy a ticket, get them in to see the show, then get them the hell out. Other rubes they may want in order to pick their pocket. Still others they’ll want to buy a ticket AND they’ll want to try and later lure them into spending even more money on the various schemes waiting for them inside. You cannot rob every single person of all they have, carnies will know this. The game is about numbers and the various dynamics within those numbers.
Today they are widely called “metrics”.
Which individuals are plucked off of the assembly line, when, and for what purposes. Mainly you gotta endeavor to bury “the big scores” in the aggregate. Surround a loud noise with a bunch of smaller noises so as to have a dampening effect on that big noise. Isolate that big noise, and keep it isolated. When you have some lone individual screaming that “HEY! THEY RIPPED ME OFF!”, and the official powers get involved, you need to make that one person completely isolated and alone. If you rip off a bunch of people, this “isolated person” will have allies. Can’t have that. Now you’re facing a mob, and mobs are scary things. Gotta make this one sucker seem like an isolated event, and that gives you a leg up in putting the burden of proof on them. You, as a carnie, you’re operating a business, right? You cannot lower yourself to perform such unscrupulous activities because it would affect your entire business in a negative way. This person screaming about getting ripped off is a nutcase. They’re crazy. More likely that they are just pissed about losing their money, and looking for someone to pin it on. I mean, look at all these fine people here that we’ve treated fair and square. Hundreds upon hundreds of folks pour through these tent doors every day, and you don’t hear any of them complaining. They’ve all gotten their money’s worth, and that’s what we do here…give people their money’s worth.
Playing the long odds, and winning, because the game is rigged long before the long-odds lightning ever struck.
What’s that? You don’t see the connection between unscrupulous carnival workers and legitimate business interests? No WAY that legitimate businesses use the same models as shady carnival operators to make money.
In denial much? Who is it, exactly, that is telling you “we are legitimate”, eh? Exactly…the same fuckers trying to sell you something. Not to mention, do you really think that some business person is gonna come right out and tell you “our goal is to fuck you out of every single penny we can get from you”? Math, is math. Numbers are numbers.
There's no way around that.
Well, actually, there is, and there are ways around that. Question is, are you aware of these pathways? Spend a lot of time crunching numbers, do ya? Spend a lot of time in the shadows and on darker pathways trying to understand how these systems really work, do ya? Nah…not you…you only travel the legitimate pathways. You keep your nose clean. It’s the righteous pathways, and only the righteous pathways for you. It’s all you know, and you have not a clue how they really work. You see, only what you want to see. You listen, only to who you want to listen to. Has an effect of making you feel exactly how you want to feel.
Oh yes, you are on a carnival midway every single day of your life, and you have barkers screaming at you day and night to indulge yourself in whatever it is they are hawking, you likely just don’t see things that way. In fact, it’s possible you don’t see things that way because the noise of the carnival has lulled you into the very trance it wants you in.
Q: How many advertisements do you figure you see in the course of an average day in your life?
Even with me not being much of a gambling man, I’m gonna be willing to bet that whatever number you came up with is extremely low – low, according to the experts anyway. I think it important to point out that the article I linked was from a little over 4 years ago, and a helluva lot can change in 4 years. Anyway, I’m gonna further wager that your numbers are so low because you don’t consider things like the McDonald’s sign up in the sky on a pole as advertising. Nor the Kroger’s sign atop a grocery store as advertising. I mean, they aren’t…trying…to…sell me something. Not like, in commercial commercials like on TV and on the radio or on the web. Yep, safe to say that you may have been lulled to sleep and not even know it. You have devised such clear-cut modalities as to what is and is not advertising and/or commericals, that you are getting carpet-bombed with ads the live-long day and don’t even realize it.
And hey, I’m not knocking commercial interests really either. When I’m on a road-trip in some unfamiliar place and I’m totally surrounded by unfamiliar things and feeling a bit lost even tho I know exactly where I’m going, my tummy is rumbling and I really need to get some food and a brief rest, and then I see that McDonald’s sign sticking way up above the horizon 3 or 4 miles down the road?
Ahhh...what a comfort.
Something familiar. Something known. A haven of a more or less absolute known quantity is just ahead. I don’t have to chance dropping in to some unknown local greasy spoon, get shitty food at bad prices, then spend the rest of my journey stopping every hour because I’ve got the shits or maybe food poisoning. No…those old days of taking chances at local dives are gone. I can buy-in to the known quantity, and I’m almost sure to get a square deal. Of course, I’m fucking the local gentry that used to rely on travelers like me for them to have an income, but meh, that’s progress. I want the known thing, I don’t want to take chances nor assume risk that might fuck up my own position.
I got a question for anyone who looked at that Forbes article which mentions that most people are exposed to between 4,000 and 10,000 advertisements per day…
Q: How many advertisement were on that article?
15 for me. BUT!!!
Q: How many advertisements were in that article?
A: heh...you didn't think about that one, did you.
The most obvious and glaring ad you missed is gonna be from Forbes itself. Forbes is bringing you this content, hence, it is an advertisement for Forbes and also an advertisement for Forbes content.
But there’s also an ad for “Forbes Agency Council” at the top of the page. There’s a sub-ad for “Council Posts”. There’s an ad for “Leadership”. Now we can get to the ad for the article author…Jon Simpson. That’ll bring us to the ad for Jon Simpson’s company, Criterion.B. You then have a picture from and an advertisement for Shutterstock. To the left of the first photo are ads for Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn. There then, in the body of the article itself, are ads for Apple, Android, Crate & Barrel, Unilever, Banana Republic, Lucky Brand jeans, another ad for Facebook, and ads for Instagram and Crest toothpaste. I should take a moment to point out here that Instagram is owned by Facebook, so Facebook has gotten three ads in this article so far, but only one of those is “quasi-official”.
What’s that? You don’t think that a writer would ever intentionally mention certain products because it is in their interests to do so? You don’t think a publisher would ever tell their writers to mention or NOT mention certain products because it is in their interests to do so/not do so? That’s fair. You’re probably right. Let’s us get back on the topic of how many ads you are seeing, and where they may be lurking and hitting your being without you even realizing it. Did you see those three bars at the very top left of the page? How about those “Subscribe”, “Sign In” and that little magnifying glass at the very top right of the page? Did you notice the date and time on the article? Did you look at the address bar and verify that the hyperlink agrees with the date and time on the article? This date and time stuff may not seem like it’s advertising, but it is. It’s a something that Forbes or the author can potentially leverage at some point and say “Hey look! We got here first! We’re smart! Invest in us!” It’s a vector. A dynamic. A metric. A hook.
A selling point.
Just trying to point out that you’re likely being sold via a lot of ways that you don’t really realize, and some of these ads may be downright insidious as to not only how they work, but the laws that do or do not govern them. Seriously, how many of these ads are recognizable as…ads. As advertisements and/or advertising of goods or services. And that’s part of the struggle – knowing when you’re being sold, who is selling you, and what you are being sold. It may just be down the river.
^Slot Machines – How to Win and How They Work^
These models work, and they are in every facet of human life. Keep the risk(s), low. Keep the reward(s), high. Going in, you know that you are going to have to deal with whistle-blowers, back-stabbers, traitors, wild cards, those who develop a guilty conscience and/or crusaders of all kinds as it’s just part of the game. So, you employ models. Ways. Means. Practices. Equations. Algorithms. Theories. Laws. Anything and everything to get you what you want, and do so with a minimum of damage to yourself. Question is, are you, yourself, being vigilant? Are you, ensuring that the laws of the game are being obeyed, or are you letting certain law(s) slide? Are you turning a blind eye because it suits your purposes to do so?
The law(s) mean fuckall if no one is enforcing them, and mean even less if the majority doesn’t care if the laws are enforced or not. In fact, “the majority” may feel that it is in their own best interest(s) if certain laws are not enforced or if certain details are overlooked. Might be some unforeseen opportunity has arisen, and it behooves you in the moment to forget about certain laws or even pesky principles that might stand in your way. Fuck the minority, this may be my one and only opportunity to get what I want. BTW, if you’re thinking that I’m hinting around at all of the lawlessness that it taking place surrounding this COVID-19/SARS-CoV2 business, you just might be right. If that thought had not occurred to you prior to me mentioning it, well, I’ll be mindful to lay it on a little bit thicker for you next time, seeing as how you’re all Snow White pure and unworldly and all.
From that video above on Baccarat…
“The dealer will decide, based on a predetermined list of rules, when they draw a third card for the player or a third card for the banker. The dealer will take care of all of that for you. If you wanna see a list of the rules as to when a player or a banker draws a third card, speak to the supervisor and they’ll give you a chart to let you know, so you can follow along and see when you’re supposed to draw the extra cards.”
The dealer will take care of all of that for you.
So, walk into a game, not knowing the rules, and perhaps not understanding the game at all, but trust us, we do. After all, your only interest, as a player, is winning. You are totally singular minded in this game. You, sit down at a gambling table, to win. Let us help you do that.
Heh, heh, heh.
I am so fucked.
You may have notice that I’ve been watching some videos on slot machines, and have also been playing a video game that is supposedly very similar to the slot machines one would find in a Las Vegas casino, and yep, it is clear that I am totally fucked. Aliens could abduct me and take me to their home planet for a visit, and I think it safe to say that it would not be nearly as foreign nor mind-blowingly scary as my visiting a casino. Yet, that’s what I’m about to do, and after spending some time trying to understand how these slot machines work, safe to say I’m fucked.
The concept of “never take money to Las Vegas that you aren’t prepared to lose” is not a new one to me. Heard it most of my life in fact. I know that the small amount of money I’ve saved to take with me to Vegas in a few months is not coming home with me. But that’s really not the issue here as much as it is me trying to understand these various games and how they work. I guess I was under the impression that you drop some money into an individual machine, pull the handle or push a button, and if you get matching symbols in a line straight across, you win something…if not, you lose your money…
But oh no, that’s not the way it works. Now you can bet on all kinds of crazy lines and combinations, and you can make all kinds of crazy bets on these weird line combinations, and the “BAR-BAR-BAR” or “Jackpot” concept is pushed way off into the background of some “bonus round” type of something that you have to earn the right to play by getting some faux-jackpot round qualifier something. Worse still, the criteria for what pays and what does not pay is so abstract and non-linear that I can only assume that this is because those in the gambling industry have so perfected the numbers that all slot machines are now basically reverse-ATM types of machines.
I’ve been playing these video slots on my computer, and they are so fast-paced and so intricate as to the particulars, and I am having trouble comprehending the numbers that the computers have to be crunching in order to calculate every single position of every single symbol. Worst of all tho, I admit that I’m not having much fun. And that’s the point, right? Have fun? You KNOW you are going to lose. The games are designed to keep your attention focused on winning long enough that the casino can take every penny you have from you, that’s a given. But even with that in mind, it is very difficult to have fun if you have no clue what is going on, if you do not understand the game. Now you’re saddled with knowing that not only are you aware you were going to lose, but also with the knowledge that you have no idea what transpired on that screen to make you lose, and what would have transpired to make you win.
Not bad at poker.
I’ve been playing poker since I was probably 6 years old, I understand the game, and even when I lose, it’s still fun to me. There’s something about sitting around a poker table that is familiar to me, comfortable for me, and hella fun. Probably because I understand the dynamics of the game, and I have an understanding of the situations that can arise which can make myself or others a winner, or a loser.
Started out learning how to play at the family games that always came together at Thanksgiving, Christmas and sometimes other family functions, eventually started playing with friends, then co-workers, can follow the cards fairly well, can read people reasonably well, and I can usually hold my own against just about anyone I’ve ever played against. But I’ve never played poker in a casino. Hell, I’ve only been in a casino twice in my life, that was coming up on 7 years ago, and both of those times were only because whatshername drug me up to this casino under duress. I didn’t gamble, had no desire to gamble and didn’t even want to be there. Just walked around and watched her do…
whatever it was she was doing.
Anyway, I’m now faced with the dilemma of, do I stick to the slot machines whilst in Vegas, or do I actually sit down at a poker table and see what the experience is like. I guess my fear is that I’ll wind up sitting at the table with a bunch of sharks, I’ll get the big-head, they’ll suck me in, and crush me. Which, wouldn’t be so bad were I not in the position that I currently find myself in. I guess more than anything what I’m wondering is, how will I, considering my circumstance, handle the concept of winning if it were to happen to me on this trip out there. If I win a $2,000 jackpot on some slot machine, am I gonna squirrel that money away in the casino’s house safe and bring that back? If I were to start winning at some poker table, how do I know when to walk away from the table so that I can bring some money home? Should these even be goals for me? Do I leave everything there?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime trip afterall.
I’ve never been to Las Vegas. This will likely be my only trip to Las Vegas. This trip has been on the schedule for 10 months now, and it’s burned a hole in my brain for the entirety of that time. It’s now right around the corner, and it’s becoming more and more obvious that I am completely ill-prepared for whatever in the fuck awaits me. Which, me being me, that’s fucking perfect. Historically, the more ill-prepared I am for a something, the better I tend to fare.
What’s concerning me, is this weird desire nagging at me to prepare. I’m much better at freeballing/walking in blind, so…is it because that I’m in such a shitty position and in such dire need of money that it has awakened some something inside of me which has a desire to go out there and behave like a man on a mission, to break Las Vegas as if the Universe has some big something waiting for me out there and I come home with sacks of cash then go off and live the remainder of my life in some measure of comfort?
If that were the case, I’d be playing the lottery every fucking time there is a drawing, but I don’t. Wonder what could be eating at me so much that is making me so nervous about this trip.
These folks are burning through hundreds and sometimes thousands of dollars in very short periods of time. $25 per spin? $50 per spin? Sometimes much more? These are many times $0.01 cents per individual bet or $0.10 per individual bet, yet they’re playing so many “multipliers” or “lines” or whatever that the actual wager per spin is winding up being $25 a pop or more? It also appears that the amount you bet somehow changes the entire dynamic of the game itself. Like, better $1.00 per spin puts the machine in one mode, and betting $75 per spin puts the machine in some other kind of mode. Um, this is very disconcerting considering that all of this is happening within and from a single machine. Maybe this is why I’m having such a tough time following the numbers. What you bet can pretty much turn one machine/one game into a completely different machine/game.
The other odd thing that stands out to me is these mishmash kind of nomenclature as to “credits” and “dollars” as they pertain to “winnings”. Seems like someone is trying to at least partially obfuscate the various buckets and what they contain. Your “480 Credit” bet is, I guess, $48.00 dollars. 480 x $0.10 is, $48.00. And when you “win”, you are paid in “credits” which you have to extrapolate into dollars. If you win 1200 Credits on your $0.10 denomination bet, you have to figure that you just won $120.00. Yeah, the machine will eventually do that calc for you once the winnings are finally tallied, but I myself am trying to figure out if these conversions are done to help the player, or to help the casino.
lolz, we already know the answer to that one, eh?
For me what I’m trying to figure out how I can maybe actually play some games without burning through all of my money in 10 minutes. Which, it would appear that most of these folks are burning through thousands in much less time than that, and I ain’t gonna be taking thousands to Las Vegas and I’m gonna be there for four full days. FUCK! I have no idea what in the hell I’m gonna do for those four days. Sure as shit won’t be gambling it looks like.
Kinda odd that my journey in this particular writing mostly started off with me chasing down the reason that some people use the term “guys” so much in their online content. Not long after I watched that YouTube video where the dude won’t stop saying “guys”, someone I know made me aware of a coupla other YouTube personalities.
I’ve not chewed on what I’ve seen for very long so I’ve decided to save most of my thoughts for my own blog because I’ve been WAY too wordy here already. But I will mention that what I see on these particular YouTube channels ain’t really any different than the stuff that I see on other YouTube channels. People being edgy and controversial so they can run their hustles…nothing more. Promotion. This is nothing new. Doesn’t matter if you don an expensive suit, sit behind a desk and give financial advice, or maybe put on a chef hat and go into a kitchen and start cooking some stuff, or perhaps slip into a thong and start shaking your goods, or put on a flame retardant suit covered in gasoline, set yourself on fire, mount a motorcycle and then jump over a house and land in a river…doesn’t matter what you are doing, it’s all promotion. Promotion, to make a living.
Now…all that being said…there’s one player in this game/these games that you are likely paying no mind or perhaps even missing completely…the camera. Always and forever, and without fail, there is a camera. The presence of a camera, will always, alter behavior. A camera provides an audience. This camera will ultimately be a window into what could potentially be a much larger audience, but from the onset, the camera is the audience. That’ll bring us to the other unseen and unacknowledged participant…you. The viewer. I mean, you don’t think these people are doing this shit for fun, do you? They aren’t idiots either. No matter how much of a bumbling dunce they may appear on the video screen, the truth is that you are likely the dunce.
Lemme elaborate…have you given any thought at all as to how much preparation the people who are making these videos have put into making them? Because I assure you, it’s almost assuredly a lot. TONS of preparation. Loads of thought goes into how to capture your attention, and keep it. Question is, how much thought are you really giving to what you are seeing? Lemme stick a video in here real quick that may seem to be WAY off target as to what I’m talking about here, but I’d request that you watch the following video, give some thought to what you are seeing, then we can catch up on the other side.
One of the down sides of enjoying what you do or even appearing to enjoy what you do, is that the final product is that this is likely to instill a great deal of jealousy and contempt in those who see it. For example, in that video above, the artist gives the impression of having a really great time. Getting to some cool places, see some cool things, all while listening to a cool tune. But the reality is that a lot of planning went into making what is effectively, a lie. I mean, running around to a bunch of different places/locations just to capture a few seconds of video at each place? Hell, the logistics of that alone is enough to drive most people batty.
But then you have to consider the lighting, time of day, potentially waiting for hours on end for the sun to get in just the right place so you can shoot a few seconds of video. Making sure you can actually shoot where you want to shoot without yourself getting shot. And after you go to all those places and get all those shots, now you gotta go back home, dig through all the footage, pray that all of it turned out OK, edit it all together, do all your clean up, all praying that your original vision is coming together as you planned it, and you did all that for a 2 minute and 12 second video.
Yeah, I think it safe to say that someone who is in the habit of streaming live on the Internet for several hours at a time and potentially consuming huge amounts of food has likely put some thought into what they are doing and why. They may have even put a great deal of thought into what they are doing and why, and when, and how, etc.. They’re really only showing you the parts they want you to see. And that’s what you’re here for, right? To see what you want to see? Consume massive amounts of the stuff you are craving?
Q: Who is the “feeder” in this situation?
A: You? Or them.
Could be you are feeding each other. Like some fucked up marriage where both of you are on some endless loop of cutting the cake and jamming it into each other’s pie holes.
One last thing that I’ll toss in here is that people using their bodies to make money is nothing new.
It's really all we have.
The only way to may money is to use our bodies in some way, shape or form. Which parts of our bodies we use and how? Well, that’s kinda subjective. It’s okay to use your hands until you’ve got carpal tunnel so bad that that your hands no longer work, or okay to use your back until it breaks, or okay to use your mind so much that you go insane, or okay to use your feet and/or legs until you can no longer even walk, or okay to work in some shithole where you breathe in so many dangerous chemicals or pollutants that your lungs give out…
but ohhhh no.
You can’t use your mouth to consume massive amounts of food. Can’t use your multiple chins nor your giant gut to make cash. Can’t use your breasts or vagina to make money. Nope. Using your body to make money in those ways, is wrong. Truth is, you’d be hard pressed to find a single industry or trade that does not have some kind of risk(s) associated with it. Loads of industries and trades are also gonna have stigmas of all kinds. The bottom line tho is that the intent is always the same…making money. Making a living. Providing for yourself and likely others. It may just be that we ourselves are sometimes unhappy that someone has found an unconventional way to make their own way in the world. We didn’t think of it. Or maybe we did think of it, but we for whatever reason(s) didn’t take the plunge. Maybe we’re jealous. Maybe not. Maybe we’re too conservative when we need to be taking risks, and maybe we’re taking risks when we should be conservative, and we just … can’t … seem to fucking find that “in” we need, when we need it. Or maybe we’re just too dense to realize what we’re holding when we’re actually holding it.
Just thinking aloud. Food for thought.
Gonna add an addendum here. I’ve already sent this to Roob, she’s edited and formatted it, but she had a question about something I said in the previous section, and it got me to thinking that maybe what I was trying to say in the previous section could actually use a bit of expansion.
In life, virtually everything that one does is likely to be considered, private. We humans have a propensity to share very few aspects of our own lives with others, moreover, the number of people we tend to share aspects of our lives with is gonna be very small. We’re like pies that almost no one ever even gets a crumb of, let alone gets an entire slice of. To actually give some kudos to some governments, at least governments tend to recognize that this dynamic exists, and many either have laws or precedents within law which both recognize and protect these aspects of human life.
And what difference is that?
Welp, the difference between public, private, and who gets to decide which is which, where, when, according to whom, and why. Most of these thoughts are going to swirl around the ideas of defamation/slander/libel, which means that, yep, “the press” or “the media” is typically hip deep in these goings on. The concepts/primary distinctions that I personally was introduced to back in high school via my extraordinarily phenomenal government teacher was the ideas of whom is thrust into the public eye, and who thrusts themselves into the public eye. Which, what in the hell is “the public eye” anyway, and who are these people who are being thrust into it and/or thrusting themselves into it?
We currently live in a world and in times where privacy is being raked over the coals, and in most instances being flat out trampled. Your privacy is a valuable commodity, and just about anyone and everyone who is involved in commerce of any kind wants a piece of your own personal privacy. They want to know you. They want to know everything about you that they can. But I’m getting off track a bit and that’s really not what I was getting at in the previous section.
What I was getting at in the previous section was that, in order to survive in this world, you are sometimes gonna have to reveal some parts of yourself that are private. You’re parents, family, guardians or whomever are going to want to know things about you that you may or may not want to reveal. When you go to school you’re gonna have to open up and reveal how smart or dumb you are in certain regards. When you make friends, you’re gonna make those friends, and ultimately keep those friends, by revealing things about yourself. When you engage in social activities, when you go shopping, when you apply for jobs, when you interview for jobs, when you engage potential partners, when you encounter strangers, when you travel, when you apply for credit, on and on…just about any and all interactions in life are going to require you to either show or hide certain aspects about your own self. And it’s with that where my thoughts in the previous section lay.
When you, as an individual, are deciding what to do and when, you are usually taking personal considerations into account, and maybe doing so without even realizing you’re doing it. But I don’t think “not realizing it” is the case when it comes to thing like YouTube content creators or influencers or whatever. Typically, these folks are allowing you glimpses into their own lives that you almost certainly would never see, and the short of it is that it takes a fuckton of balls to do that. They’ve taken the plunge, and as a result they’ve opened themselves up to what is potentially an endless reservoir of criticism with very long odds of a worthwhile return. They’ve seen an opportunity and taken it instead of remaining in the “private” realms.
I guess with my mind being on gambling and how I personally am going to handle this upcoming Las Vegas trip, I’m thinking in terms of the foolish and wise decisions that one can make when sitting at a poker table, or sitting at a slot machine or whatever. You’ve taken one step in deciding to go. You’re taking another step when you walk into the casino. Another when you actually engage a particular game. Yet another when you begin to participate/play, and this is where things can get really wonky, because from here on in you are going to either be kicking yourself or praising yourself for every decision you’ve made and every action that you’ve taken. You’re gonna keep doing this until you walk away from the game, and even then you’re gonna be scrutinizing both the decisions you’ve made as well as the decisions you continue to make. Moreover, all of this is likely happening within full view of the public. Others in the game or perhaps just bystanders are going to be watching you, and they too are going to have opinions about your own style of play, the decisions you make and when, your mannerisms, your attitudes, how you handle victory, how you handle defeat…it’s a very similar concept to these same public/private types of thoughts attached to the previous section’s ideas of who takes what plunges in life and when. Who is actually in the game, who is not in the game, why they are where they are, what their intentions are, and ultimately it’s like some big public and private opinions circle jerk that is only happening because a few select people decided to sit down and play a game.
Now, because this example takes place in a casino, pretty good chance that most people will keep their opinions to themselves at the table. I think it’s quite frowned upon on a casino floor for players to make unsolicited comments or give unsolicited critiques to other players, and I think that goes double for any observers who are not actually in or a part of the game. And it is with that which I’d point your thinking back towards our Youtubers and maybe give some thought to whether you are a player (fellow content creator/public person) or an observer (user/private person). May also give some thought to your own station in life. Give some thought to your own intentions. Primarily, are you happy being a private person in wandering through the casino known as The Internet, or would you rather be sitting at a table or playing one of the games? Do you wanna be supportive of winners when they’re up as well as losers when they’re down? Do you only want to be supportive of winners? Do you wanna criticize and dog the losers? Is that “your” game? And do you play this game publicly? Privately? Both, but are choosy about which one you do, when and where/with whom? And if you do ultimately decide to actually play in one of the available games, what are your intentions with respect to how you want others to treat you, and when?
I don’t know if there is a “bottom line” that exists within the framework of these thoughts. But if we were to ever find ourselves near some kind of “bottom line” type concept, and were we able to recognize it as such, it would probably tell us something like…”Hey kid, you’re just gonna have to make a decision, and regardless of what happens as a result of your making this decision, you’re just gonna have to take whatever comes up, good, bad, or indifferent.”
Jmo…it’s highly possible I’m wrong about every aspect of every thought I’ve expressed here. But, I keep plunging headlong into what is potentially oblivion. If only I could see where I was going.
*Oh, now I get you, Clicky, the lotus flowers are like the booster shots… /stubs butt… although I’m not sure guaranteed longevity forms part of the plan…*
Have a Song, Dear Reader…
*Whoa, Clicky, this is a missive post knot of CLICK5 post… /lights up and smokes…You already posted that on Bastille Day…*
*Oh dear… /plumes smokes… I guess storms are racist now…*
*Those kicks and blows raining down definitely seem racist to me…*
Hello there, Dear Reader. We are most fortunate peeps, in that Cade Fon Apollyon has sent through a second missive this week. I, for one, am very happy about that indeed…
*Oh, do behave. You can write a post tomorrow, Clicky…*
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Was directed towards a comment over at the Merovee blog the other day, but I didn’t respond to it. The comment appeared to be regarding something I wrote in the previous whatever, but it didn’t appear to be actually directed at me, so yeah, I didn’t respond.
Did give it some thought tho.
Next day, went back, there were some followup comments, and have thought about those too, but I’ve not been back since. Virtually everything that I’ve encountered over the past 14 years has been troubling in one way or another. Hence, it’s no surprise to me that something I say/write might be troubling to someone else who reads what I’ve written. Everything I know has been called into question. Everything that I believed in has been challenged. And what was the absolute worst about all of this, is that it all seemed to materialize out of thin air. I wasn’t reading a bunch of crazy shit that “triggered” me, I wasn’t even reading “normal” shit that triggered me. Some really weird shit started to happen, it seemed to happen of its own accord or volition, and I chose to blunder around completely in the dark, unaided, and seeking no outside assistance for what turned out to be almost 5 years.
When I finally did start to dip my toe into the water(s), it would be another 3 years of not being too committal about it before I finally said “aight, that’s it, come hell or high water…time for me to dive in, and do so in pure and honest Cade style”.
Not sure if I’m actually trying to make a point here other than maybe to say that there is no goal line. There are milestones, but there is no milestone. There are clocks, but there is no clock. There are respites, but there is no respite. There are answers, but there is no answer. All of these things will be true until you personally find out otherwise. And if you feel that you have found out otherwise, and decide to share your findings and spread your good news?
You’ve effectively walked out onto the lawn of that perfect destination you’ve finally reached after all of that searching, dropped your pants, and taken a big shit right in the middle of it. Assuming you were wearing pants. We’re talking about Shambala/Shangri-La after all. Or Eden. Or Heaven. Or whatever. Nudity is usually associated with those kinds of locations and the freedom(s) they provide, and pants may not be requisite.
You might be able to skip a step.
Sharing and describing your “awakening” or “enlightenment” or whatthefuckever is the equivalent of telling all your female friends about the someone you shagged last night and how great the sex was. Or if you are male, bragging to all your buddies about the someone you banged last night and how awesome you were. Yes, your friends may be interested in your tales of tail, but it’s going to be kinda superficial.
They weren’t actually there, they didn’t actually experience exactly what you experienced, so at best they can only imagine in trying to relate. Maybe they themselves have some comparative types of thoughts based upon their own experiences, but these are likely to be just imaginings that are questioning in nature and perhaps even confusing thoughts. These thoughts may even be so confusing that they decide that in order to fully understand this life-changing experience you just had, they themselves need to bang your new fuck buddy. Or even, they may think you’re full of shit because they already have had sex with your new fuck buddy and it was a terrible experience. And what’s worse, the next time you have sex with this person, the sex may not compare to that first experience, but your friends are still going want to know all the details.
How are you supposed to explain to them that…yeesh…the sex wasn’t that great this time, and certainly not as good as that one time. You may be put into a position where you feel compelled to fudge the facts a bit. Maybe even straight up lie. There are afterall appearances to maintain. You placed yourself up on that throne, and you may just decide that you will do anything and everything to stay there. And that’s the problem with thrones. They are designed to be unchanging and immovable, but the chair itself really doesn’t give a fuck who is sitting in it, it doesn’t care the means, modes or methods it took for one to become stationed upon it, and it’s likely to accommodate any old ass.
Anyway, the whole nature of relating “spiritual” experiences is very gossipy. Very likely to stir up all kinds of emotions in others even if you and your tales and the way you relate them are Zen as fuck. Prolly why you hear so many in “the spiritual community” rambling on endlessly about the ego. Eventually, all that energy you’ve expended in you relating your stories is going to cause your ego to want a food pellet. It’s gonna be hitting that feeder bar faster than Buddy Rich banging on his drums during a drum solo, and if it doesn’t get some kind of reward, it may just get downright savage in meeting what it perceives as its own needs.
But, that’s a path for you to walk. No fucking way I’m willingly wandering into the mire of trying to instruct you as to how to keep a lid on your own ego. Nor will I even suggest that you should keep a lid on it. I only know that others bang on endlessly about the ego, and you will certainly experience your own ego toying with you as you walk your path.
It's your fucking ego, you figure it out.
None of this is meant to suggest that I personally have reached Enlightenment or attained Samadhi or that I have Ascended or reached Ascension or become an Ascended Master or whatever nomenclature you wanna tack onto these experiences that everyone and their dog has been blabbing about and scrambling for. I have no idea if I’m on the path to Ascension, or even if I’m on a path to Ascension. However I can safely say that some weird shit has most certainly transpired in my life, and both my trying to talk about it, and in my listening to others try and talk their own experiences…fucking lolz…
what a bunch of absolute losers.
It’s most of the time like listening to a 1 year old child from the year 52021 BC try and describe the inner workings of a really fine and complex pocket watch that they somehow miraculously know of and absolutely understand, but they simply do not yet possess the vocabulary to describe it. And even when that child eventually does have the vocabulary to describe this pocket watch, its function(s) and its meaning(s), it is highly unlikely those around them possess the vocabulary to understand it. Sounds haughty as fuck, yeah? You somehow came into possession of some miraculous something, you’ve finally reached the point where you finally can describe this miraculous something…and you’re surrounded by a bunch of mouth-breathing dolts who just flat don’t understand you nor what you’re blathering about. You’re special. So very special. You’re fuckin’ special. You’re a creep. You’re a weirdo. What the hell are you doin’ here? You don’t belong here.
(creds to Radiohead for that last bit)
Let’s face it…a lot of this crap about “Fake News” is just propaganda created by “mainstream media” or anyone involved with it in order to save their own industry and/or their own asses. The “legitimate press” has their own guild, and they figure that if you want to play in the information game, you have to join their guild and pay them homage. Hence, all these rogues creating their own news streams appear to have so terrified news publishers, that the big players have began to push back. Label everything that is not them or not from them as “Fake News”. And of course, they have a lot of help from public figures of all kinds, because they too are in this guild, even if unofficially. I guess at its core, they don’t like the idea that information is floating around out in public without someone having paid for that information.
And more specifically, payed them.
Information proliferation is how they make their money, and I’d imagine it drives “the press” absolutely bonkers that information is being given away for free. I’d imagine that, to them, it’s like watching someone dig an oil well or a gold mine, “strike it rich”, then give everything the well or mine produces away for nothing. They can only lament how much cash they would have made were those resources in their hands/under their control.
The other thing that strikes me is that they can no longer control what information is released, when, nor can they control the editorial processes that spin a certain something in the direction they want it to go. They can no longer get the jump on demonizing someone or something. They can no longer get the jump on deifying someone or something. They can no longer plant seeds of doubt. They can no longer hype the hell out of nothingburgers. They can no longer just make shit up when it is in their interest(s) to do so. They can no longer use their position to protect their friends, their own interests or anyone else they are in bed with. They can no longer use their position to smite their enemies. All that power and promise they once had is much diminished, if not gone forever. They no longer hold the reins of The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse, and now those reins are in the hands of rank amateurs. Or worse, the riders themselves now have control of their own mounts. The news and information guilds are fallen, and their unions will fall with them.
With a mighty voice he shouted: “‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling for demons and a haunt for every impure spirit, a haunt for every unclean bird, a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal. For all the nations have drunk the maddening wine of her adulteries. The kings of the earth committed adultery with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.”
Would imagine that many of these big publishers are still kicking themselves for not jumping on the e-bandwagon(s) sooner. Had they done so, they would have had a much better jump on protecting themselves and their interests from these “free press” ideas that they despise so much.
This type of stuff appears to be happening in virtually every industry and in every infrastructure too. Weird shit transpiring in the periphery that gives an establishment credibility. Hell, for the past 5/6 years, politicians everywhere have been acting weird as fuck, and much of it appears to be because these seemingly tiny groups and/or obscure ideas are irritating the living fuck out of people within government. It’s not like these tiny groups are significant or anything, so why are they being given so much attention?
Governments typically couldn’t give two shits about “the negligible” because their numbers are on the wrong side of the decimal point. Perhaps it’s that large portions of the masses have for the most part so abandoned politicians and politics, that the negligible and insignificant have suddenly become important. But even if that is so, it doesn’t really jibe with this latest move to once again move the negligible into the “insignificant” category with all these SARS-CoV2/nCoV-2019 vaccines and the vaccination process(es). It doesn’t matter if a few people get all fucked up from a vaccine nor even if they die. What matters, is “the many”.
(and “the much”...there are many profits to think about here)
Anyway, there are many institutions who appear to be engaging themselves via some really obscure means. Including memes. Turns out that a little self-deprecation can go a long way in winning hearts and minds. Shows you’re human and not just some dead stack of papers. Look around you. See if you’re seeing what I’m seeing. Hell, could just be that I’m seeing things.
Hey, I can relate. No one wants to take the time to legitimately join the guild, only to have your position much diminished because average plebs are doing your job for you. Them becoming self-sufficient. You, are supposed to be determining what is adequate/inadequate, not them. You, have the degree. You, have the knowledge. That knowledge is yours. That power is yours. Who the fuck do these people think they are anyway?
What’s most sad about the power-plays is that it diminishes the efforts of those who are actually within the infrastructures and trying to utilize them as best they can whilst maintaining some degree or moral integrity. And by that, I simply mean that they are not trying to leverage the institution(s) for their own personal benefit in a way or ways that is detrimental to the institution(s). They went to school, they studied hard, then they actually got into the system and found out that it was nothing like they were told. They likely have seen shit that would make one’s hair stand on end, but they likely have also seen that there are many within their field who are chugging along and not participating in the shenanigans. Hence, they sally forth figuring that others can keep their integrity in this shit-show, perhaps they themselves can as well.
So, they do just that.
Whether they realize it or not, they too become beacons within a dark and roiling sea, helping even more lone ships to avoid the rocks. But, even tho there are good people in the systems, there are those who are trying to destroy these systems who simply don’t give a shit if there are good people working hard to make a difference in them or not. The infrastructures themselves and all they represent are the enemies, and much like what happened on September 11th, anyone within them is going to perish. Jesus Christ, Abraham, Muhammad, Buddha and every other big wig throughout history could have been meeting in those buildings that day to discuss how to finally bring peace and prosperity to the entire planet, and it would have not made one bit of difference to whomever orchestrated that shit.
Those buildings were coming down.
Kinda weird to think of an institution of being representative of only one thing. I can go to Walmart one day and have an encounter with what appears to be the crankiest and most bitter employee in the entire history of commerce, and the next day, I encounter another employee who is friendly and helpful to the extreme.
Q: Are both of these individuals somehow representative of the Walmart Corporation?
Or is it more likely that they are representative of what they themselves are doing with the Walmart Corporation’s infrastructure at those particular points in time. Walmart has afforded these individuals with some power, and they are either using that power well, or not. It’s the same shit on the global stage and I admit that I am sometimes floored by the ironies of people utilizing the very tools created by an certain infrastructure in order to destroy that same infrastructure.
“We hate you, and we hate everything about you, but, we'll utilize your toys and play in your game just the same.”
Being that I am an American, I am likely to be biased a bit as it pertains to certain events. You likely think that I am thinking filthy terrorists hijack Western technology planes they can barely operate, and use them to destroy Western shit. But I’m not. What is really floating around in the back of my mind as I write this is a documentary that I recently watched called…FIN. I watched that movie, and I puzzled and puzzled about what was going on in my own mind whilst watching the movie. Mainly because the movie FIN is damn near an exact echo of the movie Sharkwater.
The movie FIN is not bad, nor is the movie a ripoff of Sharkwater, it just seemed so much like an almost mirror image of the movie Sharkwater that I had trouble figuring out what exactly I was looking at. Made a few initial thoughts, but after sleeping on it, I think that if anything, the movie FIN more stirred up the same old thoughts I had about hypocrisy that Sharkwater did. Here, you have two different interests fighting over the control of a resource…sharks. One wants to kill them, the other wants to “save” them. Ultimately, the control over sharks is actually a fight for control of the oceans themselves. This means that the fight for control of the oceans is also a fight for control of everything in oceans, everything above oceans, everything around oceans, and everything below oceans.
This is MINE! No, it's MINE! This is MINE! No, it's MINE! Etc., Etc.
And now that we have that out of the way, we can now focus on some of the minutiae of the hypocrisies of this fight. In order for Rob Stewart to make his film, he is going to have to utilize astronomical amounts of material that likely had its origins in the ocean. Maybe even came from harvesting sharks. I remember thinking exactly this upon my first viewing of Sharkwater years ago. The ironies of using the ocean(s) and things taken from it/them, as vehicles to “save” the ocean(s). FIN does this exact same thing, although the ironies and hypocrisies are perhaps a tad more glaring in FIN.
Here you have a guy who is more or less in the mainstream movie making industry, relies heavily upon the cosmetics and/or chemical industry to ply their trade, and yet here they are damning the shark trade for providing the very materials needed for the manufacture of cosmetics. Excuse me…they are damning “the illegal shark trade”. Meaning, they are damning those who are not part of the guild and/or not operating according to its charter. We humans seem to so want and desire to get it right, but we’re so nested in doing it wrong and still coming out on top, that all we can do is dream and aspire to doing it right.
Ever notice what happens in nature when something sends out a distress call? It usually ain’t pretty.
Just about everyone in the whole fucking jungle shows up…EXCEPT…for anyone who might actually can help you. Oh sure, they can help put you out of your misery, but that’s about it. That’s the only remedy on the agenda. Something cried out for help, and they wound up on the menu instead of getting the help they wanted. Gotta wonder if this is one of nature’s ways of reducing suffering. You cry for help, and SOMETHING is likely gonna show up. Might be help, more likely to be harm, but you will be seen to.
Any possibility, that a lesson, might actually devour you? That in order for you to advance, the perception may be that you are actually going backwards? Maybe even that you are gaining nothing, and losing everything? Well, if you’ve not thought of it before, maybe you can think about it now. Food for thought.
Medicine is all about taking some thing’s or someone else’s power. That’s actually where this “missive” started. Thinking about the idea of medicine being a power which someone else possesses, that you can take away. Or maybe even a something you can receive if it is given.
But as you can likely tell, some time has passed and I decided to interject some of “the older stuff” and some of “the newer stuff” at the top of the writing instead of the bottom. Or, perhaps you did not notice that. Perhaps you read top to bottom and think that it is chronological. Welp, most of the time that is true, but not always, and not in this case. Sometimes I sit down and write some shiz, but when I come back to add to it, it seems more pertinent to put the new shiz at the top. Or maybe even inject it somewhere in the middle. Not that I spend a lot of time editing this stuff, because I don’t…
that's Roob's job.
These thing are written for her, and me editing them diminishes the point of this little enterprise. I write, she edits. It could be argued that the more difficult I make things for her, the more of her medicine or power I am taking. But what I was really thinking about was this scene in the movie Dances With Wolves when the locals are having this sit down discussing the stranger, and the character Kicking Bird pipes up about this loner at the fort…
“…when I see one white man alone and without fear in our country, I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.”
OK, so, say that he does indeed “have medicine”…now what? Someone has some something, are your intentions to borrow some? Get them to teach you how to make it? Steal it from them? Take them in and just bask in it? I guess when we establish that someone has a something we desire, only time will tell what actions we take and why we take them.
I wrote that several days ago, but cannot recall exactly where I was going with it.
Musta been going somewhere with it, but the thought is gone.
The idea that a more or less typical response is actually tied to an atypical feeling.
Sympathy generates anger.
Fear generates happiness.
Joy generates revulsion.
Why are they supposedly so straightforward and clear-cut.
Surely these things can sometimes mix and match.
Perhaps even some times a seemingly confused something is actually the proper response.
Perhaps I'm just confused.
In any case, I forgot what I was originally gonna write.
Guess this will just have to do.
*Fun fact: there used to be nightclubs in Southend at different times called ‘Rain’ and ‘Storm’… /stubs butt… There’s only one nightclub left now though, called Mojo…*
*That is a fucking big syringe, Clicky, sucking out life force…*
Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader… And have a Song…
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!
STRANGE THINGS ARE AFOOT
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.
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?
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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?
*Very satisfying, Clicky. Can’t wait for the follow up missive…*