*Ha! I saw your spoiler post in the week, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… You are really enjoying this US election, aren’t you…*
*Eww, that’s what that smell is… /wrinkles nose… Go and have a bath. I’ll take it from here…*
It is said that Halloween is the time of year when the veil between dimensions is worn at its thinnest. In the year 2020, when a global viral pandemic, violent rioting and supermarket socially distanced queues dominated everyday life, that boundary thickness could be considered as flimsy as paper medical face mask. Why, an errant finger could easily pierce it.
Shit!
God adjusted the mask across her visage, hoping no one would notice the ragged hole, and also that nothing too nasty had fallen through the breach on her sweet breath.
***
“How the hell am I supposed to know when we are?” Death snapped and glared up from inside the impenetrable blackness of his cowl at the three ominous figures surrounding him. They stood huddled at the junction of Great Russell and Bloomsbury Streets in London’s bustling West End. It was night, it was cold and, save for the motley quartet, the streets were completely deserted.
“Becoz yur Death,” the first figure hissed and bared vampiric fangs. Famine appeared tall and angular, dressed in a tuxedo, silk lined cape, and with a countenance so pale, it could only have been achieved by avoiding sunlight at any and all costs.
“Because you have the contraption,” the second figure added angrily. War appeared to be a smart businesswoman, confident and aggressive, in horn-rimmed glasses, sharp suit and infinitely sharper stiletto heels.
“AAAAAAAGH!” the third figure groaned as a fat, black housefly zig-zagged across a sunken cheek, before disappearing into a filth-caked nostril. Pestilence appeared to be a zombie; slack mouthed, grey decaying flesh and milk white, opaque eyes.
“No, Pesto, I don’t know what happened to the horses,” Death answered his rotting companion. He pulled himself up to his full height of three feet and three inches, retrieved a battered Psion organiser from beneath the folds of his robe, and unsheathed it with a satisfying pop. “I don’t understand it,” he cried, “transport’s always been laid on before.”
War, Famine and Pestilence stood in silence, watching over the diminutive but perfectly formed grim reaper, as he punched the keys of the electronic organiser with a gleaming phalange, and waited.
Click. Click. Click, click, click… click.
“Well?” War said impatiently. “We’re in London, that much is for sure. The British Museum is over there.”
Pestilence’s body did not move a single rotting muscle, but his head turned an unearthly 180° to follow the direction that War’s crimson painted talon was pointing in. “UGH WAAAGH AAAAAAAGH!”
“Ve don’t know if ve are zupposed to go zere.” Famine reached out and clasped either side of Pestilence’s head, twisting it back into a front facing position. “Ve don’t know vy ve are even here. Death, vot iz taking you zo long to find out?”
“Wait…” Death did not look up.
Click. Click, click. Click.
Death peered hard at the tiny screen on the Psion, before shaking it hard. “I dunno. It’s not working. Maybe the Cosmic Consciousness Neural Net is down again,” he said with a shrug.
“Argh!” War howled. She reached down and grabbed Death by the front of his robe and lifted him up to face height. Behind her glasses, War’s eyes blazed with fire. “That’s just brilliant! Ace! Fun-fucking-tastic, Death! What are we meant to do now?”
The dead weight of Pestilence’s arm slapped War on the shoulder. “WAAAGH UGH!”
“Yez, yez, yez, ve should all calm down,” Famine said smoothly, pulling Death from War’s tight grasp and setting him back on the pavement. He plucked Pestilence’s arm from War’s shoulder before she could rip it from its socket. “It does no good for uz to get agitated. Ve need to zink vot haz happened.”
“Exactly right, Famine,” Death injected in agreement. “Let’s look at what we do know.” He pushed himself free of the huddle and turned to face his companions. “We’ve got War, Famine, Pestilence and yours truly.” He began to glide, circling the trio. “The ultimate harbingers of doom and bringers of great tribulation. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse-”
“AAAAAAAGH UGH!”
“Sans horses, indeed. Most irregular. Literally dropped, without warning, in the middle of London-”
“Clos to ze British Muzeum,” Famine interrupted.
“Correct. So we know where we are but we don’t know when we are-”
“Late twentieth, early twenty first century, I’d say, from the smell of the air,” War joined in. “Plus it’s night time and it’s bloody freezing.”
“A winter’s night, yes. Probably accounts for the lack of any activity about-”
“UGH!”
Death glided to a stop. “Your right, Pesto; there should be people about, even in winter. A big city like this produces lots of traffic-”
“Yez,” Famine mused, loudly tapping on his fangs in contemplation. “No motor vehicles hav passed by since ve arrived.”
Death nodded slowly, then looked up at the sky. One by one, War, Famine and Pestilence followed Death’s gaze.
“Nope, too much cloud cover and light pollution. I can’t see any stars to work out when we are.”
“I have a very bad feeling about this,” War whispered hoarsely.
“WAAAGH AAAAAAAGH!” Pestilence groaned.
“I agree, Pestilence, my dear friend. It haz to be a mistake,” Famine said solemnly. “An accident.”
“Possibly. We’d better start walking,” Death said and glided away down Bloomsbury Street, in the direction of Covent Garden.
War, Famine and Pestilence looked at each other and muttered darkly.
“Hold it, short-arse,” War barked. “Where exactly are we walking to? I can’t go far in these heels. They’re fucking murder.”
Pestilence dropped a shoulder and lurched awkwardly after Death. “AAAAAAAGH WAAAGH AAAAAAAGH!”
“Seriously? You’re going to follow him?” War shouted after the hunched and shambling figure of Pestilence. “You’ll disintegrate before you reach the end of this street, you noxious pile of pus! ”
Famine took War’s hands between his own, bowed deeply and lightly kissed her clenched fists until they opened. “Don’t vorry, my dear lady. I vill speak to Death.” Gently, he tugged on War so that she tottered forward with unsteady steps. “Please, come. Valk slowly. I vill talk to him.” With that, Famine turned into a giant bat and flew off in the direction of Death.
War roared with frustration but continued to follow the others. “I have Birkenstocks, you know. Why couldn’t I have manifested in my fucking Birkenstocks…”
Death heard wop-wopping wing beats approach from behind, and felt the change in air pressure as Famine flew over his head. He glided slowly until he reached his suave compadre, who stood in the middle of the pavement, arms wide, cape billowing and fangs bared.
“Death, stop please,” Famine pleaded. “Vor and Pestilence are in no fit state to valk far. Look.” He gestured back to the way they’d come. Pestilence jerked along slowly in the middle distance, with War following on behind, daintily sidestepping the trail of fleshy ooze left in Pestilence’s wake.
“Death, Death,” Famine cooed, “You know ve vould valk to the ends of ze vorld vid you, but you must tell us, vere are you taking us?”
Death paused and looked up, appraising his companion – Famine: always hungry, never sated, forever empty; his vampire appearance was more than apt. Pestilence, too, in zombie form was unrelenting, poisoning everything, even the very air. War, however, was a puzzler unless she represented a battle of the sexes. Should War shatter the fabled glass ceiling, Death was certain she would then set about slitting every available throat with the deadly shards.
What about me, though? I’m exactly the same, I haven’t changed, Death wondered. The inside of his skull began to itch. He sighed and shook his head. This whole situation was wrong and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. Something big. Something important.
“Death?” Famine snapped his fingers rapidly. “Vere are ve going?” he demanded.
“To the Embankment, Famine. To Cleopatra’s Needle.”
“Ov course!” Famine slapped the palm of his hand against his widow’s peaked forehead. “Ze ancient Egyptian Obelisks of Time! Ve can return to ze hintervorld by way ov Cleopatra’s Needle! Zat iz super fine zinking, Death. No vonder yur the leader.”
“I-” Death suddenly cocked his head to one side. “Can you hear that?”
There was a low rumble in the distance but it was gradually getting louder, moving nearer. Death and Famine watched as at first, War turned her head to look behind, following the direction of the sound, then Pestilence slowly shuffled round to see what was making the noise. Further back in the distance, Death could just make out a dim rectangle of orange light, floating closer through the darkness, getting brighter. War began to wave her arms and shout.
“AAAAAAAGH!” Pestilence bellowed.
Death and Famine glanced at each other before racing back towards Pestilence and War. “Taxi!” they shouted in unison, tinged of relief.
***
War, Famine and Pestilence sat in abject silence in the back of the taxi; the three separated from Death and the taxi driver in the front by a transparent sheet of plexiglass, with only a narrow slot cut into it for the exchange of money.
Excuse me while I light my spliff…
“Spliff,” the taxi driver sang along to the bassy sound of Bob Marley and the Wailers coming through the speakers.
Oh God I gotta take a lift…
“Lift.” The taxi driver turned toward Death and gave him a beaming smile.
From reality I just can’t drift…
“Drift.”
That’s why I am staying with this riff…
“Riff.” The taxi driver chuckled and tapped his hands on the top of the steering wheel, in time with the music. “Easy Skanking. Hell, I love this song.”
Death looked out of his side window. The feeling that something was wrong had only intensified as the empty London streets rushed by. He cursed the broken Psion organiser tucked inside his robes. Bloody useless technology. Give me an hourglass any day, he thought sourly.
“Good party, was it?” the taxi driver asked.
“Huh?” Death replied, perplexed by the driver’s question.
The taxi driver laughed. “The fancy dress party. Your costumes are sweet. I thought the government had cancelled Halloween because of the Rona.”
Death stiffened and the itching inside his skull increased. “Halloween’s been cancelled?”
“Yeah man, Christmas too if we’re not lucky,” the taxi driver replied.
“What year is… it?” Death asked slowly.
The taxi driver sucked his teeth contemptuously. “What you mean what year is it? It’s 2020, child. Where have you been?”
A burst of realisation exploded through Death’s train of consciousness: It’s 2020: the year anything happened! The year when pandemic waves of Coronavirus and Karenitus swept the globe, resulting in lockdowns, economic disaster and civil unrest. Things are starting to make sense now! Even so, the itch continued to irritate the inside of Death’s skull.
Cigar smoke suddenly filled the front of the taxi. Death coughed and tapped on the sign affixed to the console. “That says ‘No Smoking’.”
The taxi driver grinned at Death, a smoking cigar butt jauntily perched from the corner of his mouth. “2020, child. Donch ya know the saying? ‘A smoke a day keeps the Rona at bay’.” He laughed heartily and bounced up and down in his seat with mirth. “Besides, who’s gonna stop me? Look about you, my small friend. There’s no one around to say shit about it.”
If Death still had eyes, they would have been rolling round his ocular cavities. “Hey guys.” He shouted to the others through the slot in the plexiglass. “Problem solved: it’s 2020.”
“Tventy Tventy! Hellz Bellz!” Famine exclaimed.
Pestilence gave a guttural groan. “WAAAGH UGH AAAAAAAGH!”
“Yes, but what’s the date?” War demanded nervously.
“It’s the 31st October, sugar,” the taxi driver called back. “Happy Halloween.”
The taxi stopped at the end of Temple Place. In front lay the deserted Embankment. Along side it, the river Thames flowed swiftly past, glittering lights shimmered on its rippled surface, as above the clouds began to separate, clear, and finally reveal the celestial occupants of the night sky. The taxi driver nonchalantly flicked a switch on his dashboard, locking all the vehicle doors with a loud clunk.
“Oh no,” War murmured gravely and pressed her hands hard against her stomach. “No, no, no!”
“Vot iz it, Vor?” Famine asked with rising alarm.
A shaft of moonlight hit the taxi as it slowly pulled right out of the junction and onto the empty Embankment, illuminating its interior. The Moon was bright, it was clear and it was very full.
“It’s my monthlies,” War whined, sliding off her seat and onto all fours. Her jaw elongated and wiry tufts of fur sprang from her gnarly brow, knocking War’s horn-rimmed glasses from her face. “I don’t fucking believe this. Why nowOOOO!”
“Now this is a great song. One of the Skipper’s best,” the taxi driver exclaimed, ignoring the howling and growling, and blood-curdling shrieks of panic coming from the back of the cab, as the previously smart and professional War transformed into a ferocious and carnal beast. He turned up the volume on his stereo and began to croon along,
Until the philosophy, which hold one race superior and another. Inferior. Is finally. And permanently. Discredited. And abandoned. Everywhere is war. Me say war.
“Vot? NOOOO! Get avay! Get avay!” Famine screamed and impotently fumbled with the taxi’s doors handles. They were securely locked, however; there would be no escape.
Death sat stock still, strapped in tight and listened in horror to the sound of Famine and Pestilence being ripped apart by the slavering jaws and slashing claws of a werewolf that appeared to be War.
“How’s you seat, child?” the taxi driver asked slyly.
“I’m not a child,” Death tersely replied.
“UGH!” Pestilence’s bloody fingers abruptly thrust through the slot in the plexiglass, twitched once, then lay limp.
“I know, I know, little man. No offence intended.” The taxi driver continued. “That space you’re occupying used to be for luggage, but times are hard and last year it was converted into a child seat,” he explained. “Good thing for you, eh?”
The heavy silence that fell between the driver and his passenger was punctured by the sound of wet chomps and crunching bone emanating from the back of the cab.
The itch in Death skull stopped, but the very fabric of reality now took up its cause.
“Scratch?” Death asked tentatively.
“Yes, child.”
“Old Scratch?”
“Who else you expecting?” the Devil, who appeared to be a smirking, smoking taxi driver, replied. The vehicle slowed to a stop next to Cleopatra’s Needle. “Now hurry up and spit it out. It’s time for you to leave.”
Death paused; it felt like eternity. Finally he asked, “Why?”
“Why?” Old Scratch puffed on his cigar, the shit-eating grin never leaving his face. “Why, Armageddon, little man. What did you think this is?”
Death was flummoxed. In his long existence, he had never been flummoxed before. It was a new sensation, but not one he’d ever longed for.
Old Scratch patted him on the head, then reached up to retrieve a folded piece of paper from behind the sun visor. “I got a letter last year, see,” he explained. He unfolded the page and glanced down at the childish writing on it. “From a sweet, innocent child. A touch dyslexic, but with the purest soul ever to inhabit a human body. What could I do?” He offered the letter to Death. “My heart just melted.”
Death took the letter from Old Scratch and began to read aloud: “’Dear Satan. My name is Molly and I have everything I will ever need. Can you please help everybody else in the world by ending hunger, pollution and war. This is my Christmas wish. Thank you. Molly Darling, age 6. P.S. I hope you are well.’”
“So considerate and polite,” Old Scratch sighed, taking the letter back.
All the stars in the heavens swirled furiously inside Death’s skull. He mentally grappled with the raging storm, searching for a handhold on his sanity. “War ended Pestilence and Famine, but War isn’t dead.”
“You sure? Can’t hear no breathing back there.”
Death swiftly unlocked his seatbelt and stood up on his seat. The plexiglass was no longer transparent, but smeared red with blood and gore. He pushed the dead fingers of Pestilence back through the slot and heard a splash as the severed hand they were attached to thudded to the floor of the taxi. Death peered through the gap and saw War lying naked and smoothly pale in the bloodbath. A chunk of half chewed greenish meat fell free from her lifeless lips.
“WooEE! That Pesto sure was ripe!” Old Scratch said, opening his window and flicking out ash from his cigar. “Bad meat. Never eat it. Always, always, insist on fresh.”
Death pulled away from the sight of the abomination in the back of the taxi and sat back down in his seat. “But how can it be Armageddon if War, Famine and Pestilence are gone?”
Old Scratch punched the numbers on the keyboard of the dashboard fare display. “With no hunger, there will be obesity, so humanity will become slovenly and fat, lazy and satisfied. No war means no competition, no goals to achieve, so mankind will lose its desire to better itself. And the elimination of pollution is a sure fire way of killing any human creativity. I give the species ten years, tops.”
“But there will be death,” Death whispered softly.
“Oh indeed, you’re still needed. You have a busy time ahead of you, little man. That’ll be six six six.”
Death snapped his head back to face the Devil in the driver’s seat. “What?”
Old Scratch laughed and pointed to the fare metre. “Six pounds, sixty six.” He gave a phlegmy cough and waved Death away. “Just kidding. For you, child, no charge,” he said gleefully.
*Ah, that’s much better, Clicky… /stubs butt… Do try to keep clean…*
*/sighs…*
*”By the book”… /thinks… Who was the 37th President of America, Clicky?*
*/rolls eyes… Elementary, dear Clicky…*
Ya’ll getting your New Year’s Resolutions ready yet?
Might wanna go ahead and start thinking about what you are going to resolve to do/not do in 2021. This wacky 2020 year may have upended everything, and “the usual resolutions” may not do.
Something original might be in order
Perhaps something heartfelt, or maybe some completely off-the-wall something. But, it’s your shit, and you’re the one that’s gotta wade through the disappointment, so…whatevz.
Kinda funny you holding a grudge and taking revenge for something that happened long ago. If some kid stole your lunch money in the third grade, then you bump into that person when you both are 39 and you decide to exact some revenge?
A: ¿ !!! ¿
The “offender” was eight or nine years old when this shit happened, so you’re basically going back to elementary school to single out some kid for a beating or some other form of retribution. Not to mention, they may have “grown up” or “grown past” the shit. But you? Nope. I guess you’re going for the unable to be tried as an adult bit in court. Or maybe insanity.
/shrug
Not smart thinking.
I mean, who wants to be a kid?
Also, who wants to be labeled as insane?
Insane kid.
Yeesh…not good labels for an adult to have.
Wait to form your grudges until adulthood. That way, you can make the “we’re both adults here” argument. Makes rationalizations and justifications more solid. Or something.
Lets change gears and talk about Apollo 12 and chemtrails. Remember Apollo 12? Me neither. It launched 1 day before my 2nd birthday. But it would appear that Apollo 12 launched during a storm, the launch vehicle was struck twice by lighting during its initial ascent, and the lightning rode the vehicle’s exhaust all the way to the ground.
There was a documentary I watched years ago on storms, and one of the segments focused on a group of researchers launching model rockets during storms in order to intentionally trigger lightning strikes for research purposes. The difference being that these are small chemical rockets which were trailing a small thin wire attached to the ground in order to provide the lightning a path of travel. Apollo 12 had to inadvertently rely upon the exhaust from it’s kerosene engines.
Looks like commercial flights were projected to be 40.3 million for 2020CE/AD just prior to nCoV-2019, but the numbers are roughly about half of that currently. Keep in mind that these are flights, not flight hours. A single flight is departure-en route-arrival, and each flight could be hours long.
Now, those poor bastards back in 2015 likely didn’t know about nCoV-2019, nor about the 737 MAX issues, nor that the A-380 was going to stop production, nor that the 787 Dreamliner was going to have ongoing issues. But as of 2017 the global fleet appears to have stood at 25,368 aircraft.
‘The Federal Aviation Administration estimates that commercial jet airliners in the US are struck by lightning once every 1,000 flight hours, or once each year, on average. Planes can even trigger lightning themselves by flying through ionized clouds.’
Apr 11, 2017 – Source: Google, 2 September 2020
What I am trying to get an idea of, is just how much electrical charge is being redirected and/or routed around in the skies by the exhaust gases left behind by commercial aircraft. Commercial aircraft do not always leave behind visible contrails, but they do always leave behind exhaust gases. They also leave behind a rather turbulent wake. But there’s at least a few things we need to understand before getting all conspiratorial.
First up, is that aircraft of any/all kinds avoid thunderstorms like the plague. Second up is that many aircraft fly “above the weather”. Yes, there are storms that can top 70,000 feet which aircraft cannot fly above, but one can sure the fuck go around them. If you cannot go above, and you can’t go around, you can always do an about face, or you can even seek someplace to land and ride the storm out on the ground and continue on after the storm(s) pass. Point being, planes do indeed fly in visible moisture (clouds) quite frequently, but typically not storms, and certainly not bad storms.
Next up is that aircraft themselves generate fucktons of static electricity due to the friction between the aircraft’s surfaces and air. This means that even tho there is not a storm or even a particularly bad storm, the aircraft itself may generate a lightning strike in instances where the static discharge aerials on the aircraft cannot keep up. We then need to remember that not all aircraft leave visible contrails. In fact, they are kinda rare, and are most frequent in the winter months. It’s always quite cold at 30+ thousand feet, but the temperatures do indeed vary at those altitudes, and the contrails which do appear in the summer months tend to be of a very short duration.
Next we need to consider that, in the instance of visible contrails left by aircraft, much of the moisture may be ice and not liquid water. Any unburnt fuel is likely to be mist or aerosol-like, and possibly even gel (yes, jet fuel gels at very cold temperatures). What I am wondering about is the matrix that exists within a visible contrail. Frozen water/ice, exhaust gases, unburnt fuel, chemical additives, metal particulate(s), carbon fiber particulates, and even non-aircraft generated pollutants which were already in the atmosphere and got caught up in this matrix as it was formed when the aircraft passed through.
Lesse…there have been 1,558 Boeing 747s built as of June 2020, and at 555 lbs (252 kg) of paint per pop, that’s a grand total of 864,690 lbs (392,270 kg) of paint. The average for a repaint is every 5 to 10 years, so I think it safe to say that a single aircraft type is responsible for shedding a whole lotta paint flakes all over the place over time. But lets us get away from the paints and petroleum, and get back to the more tangible parts, but we’ll stay in the micro-matrix for a bit longer.
no pun intended
‘Turbine blades that are used immediately downstream of the combustor are usually repaired once at 15,000 to 25,000 cycles, but that can vary widely depending on the engine model and use. Hot desert airports can be more destructive. Over an engine lifetime of 4 to 6 overhauls blades get replaced 2 to 4 times.’
Source: Google, 2 September 2020
Just think its important to keep in mind that aviation engines spit out much more than just and only exhaust gases. Nevermind the other types of tiny crap that is constantly falling off of these things. I mean, can you see a tiny paint chip or metal shaving from 7-9 miles away? Even if you could see a tiny something from miles away, would you know what you were looking at, and would you know from whence it came?
We interrupt this wall of text to inform you that the author of this wall of text is becoming concerned at the lack of randomness which currently exists in the few e-channels in which he swims.
/golf clap
This all started with me contemplating the possibility that both visible contrails and invisible aircraft wakes are creating conduits through which electricity/electrical charges/electrons may flow. Also wondering a bit about what becomes of any residuals when and if electrical current flows through them.
Got hit with a twist in my thinking there because I got to thinking about the combustion that is taking place within an aircraft’s engine(s). Most of the water in visible contrails is going to be moisture that was already in the atmosphere. However, the combustion process is also going to produce some moisture/water, not to mention that there is going to be some water suspended within the fuel itself. Not much, but some. And ya gotta keep in mind that we need to think in aggregate terms at the same time we are thinking about the microcosms and macrocosms.
Everyone's got an opinion
Some opinions are…out there. Stratospheric. Way up and out in the rarefied air.
No idea what has happened to Kundalini. Never hear a thing about Kundalini anymore. Not so long ago it was Kundalini this and Kundalini that, but no more. Maybe she’s on vacation or something.
To be fair tho, these Molly Mac astrology thingies I’ve been listening to recently with a certain someone have been masculine, masculine, masculine. Nothing but chewing backy, pickup trucks, sweaty balls and testosterone.
All of the music appearing in this list is coming from my BBT3 playlist on YouTube because I’ve wanted to revisit some old tunes, and I completely forgot about this gem. Weird song, pretty straightforward, but the blending of the live acoustic percussion with the flighty ethereal music is pretty cool. Something mystical about the whole mess, and I don’t mean just and only the dude in the voodoo getup.
Got five tweets for you.
Tweet 1: A radio bridge has been discovered 3 billion light-years away…
Tweet 2: Protests of some kind appear to have spontaneously started in Rochester, NY…
Tweet 3: Some court has ruled that a certain surveillance program is “unlawful”…
Tweet 4: The singer of 21 Pilots is being berated for not using his platform…
Tweet 5: Someone is fighting back against avian piggybacking in the food industries…
I can only wonder if communications of various types begin to increase exponentially when worlds collide. Further wondering if at least some of this increase in communications sometimes centers around those who are not communicating for one reason or another. Or maybe even centers around those who are communicating excessively and/or incessantly.
A: ???
Something akin to those horns at Jericho, but more of a sustained something, and maybe not so destructive. In the case of colliding galaxy clusters, I would think that, A) there would need to be some sort of life present, and B) they’d need to have an awareness of what was going down. Or rather, what is coming together, in this instance.
Yes, I’m actually suggesting that prevalent communications between two distant objects can create a tangible something. Well, maybe not suggesting as much as wondering if its possible. Sure would put a helluva spin on the concept of entanglement.
Yeah, them five tweets ain’t related at all. Not even slightly. My bad. I led you on one of those fabled wild-goose chases. I’ll return to my assigned seat now.
How is a soft metal like gold not crushed out of existence? I’m thinking about larger deposits, veins and nuggets, but considering how most gold mining operations function, maybe a lot of the gold has indeed been more or less been crushed and mashed out of existence. ‘Cept for those who are willing to level just about anything just to prize the gold dust out of the aggregate.
It is quite amazing how anything at all stays together long enough for us to find it tho’. Especially the more organized stuff like bones and frozen stuff or buried cities or whatever. With all these plates of land moving around, and floods and erosion and volcanic activity and subduction how does this stuff not get ground to powder or forever eradicated in some other way(s)?
Amazing stuff for sure
I saw something absolutely amazing tonight.
un...fucking...believable
Hopefully someday I can accurately and faithfully relate to you what I saw tonight. Just kinda in shock right now and suddenly don’t feel like writing anymore.
Hope your weekend is a good one tho’.
*Clicky, it’s late in the day and have to go make dinner. Can you introduce Cade’s new missive, please? …/pauses… Keep it simple, Sweetie…*
*Excellent! A Song to cook to… /sashays toward kitchen…*
If you are looking for the source of a river, chances are you’re looking in the wrong direction.
Perhaps...look...up?
Up is actually out, and out is eventually down…the river will spread and diverge from there.
By first looking up, you can cover more ground more efficiently
So yeah, when looking for a river’s source? You’re gonna have to look high and low.
Ever heard of “scoop marks”? Was watching something on the topic of alien abductions with a friend, and the topic of “scoop marks” came up in the video. Supposedly, a surefire telltale sign of being abducted by aliens is these things called “scoop marks” on the skin where extraterrestrials are supposedly taking skin samples. The lady in the video showed a photo of some of these “scoop marks”, and I freaked upon seeing examples of these scoop marks. I, am fucking covered in those things. Always wondered what they were, why they are there, etc., but now am I to assume that I’ve been abducted multiple times by extraterrestrial beings?
All I wanted to do was see if I could find something on “scoop marks” on the epidermis. Maybe see what, if anything, they may have to do with Morgellons.
Now, I can honestly say that I know exactly what caused at least one of these many scoop marks that I personally have. Weed-eater, or string trimmer or whatever you wanna call it slung a rock into my left shin, made a huge indention, and it never really healed for a very long time. Eventually it turned white, the indention is still there, and this was kind of a trigger for me to start looking at these other “scoop marks” that I was already covered with long before that weed-whacker left an impact crater on my shin.
What I wondered was, is it possible that I am, for some reason, covered with impact craters. Because if that’s the case, what in the FUCK could possibly be slamming into me that I would not notice? Worse still, maybe I DID notice, but these injuries happened so long ago that I for the most part dismissed them. Certainly never considered some aggregate down the road that would result in my body looking like the surface of Luna.
A: Roy Sullivan
Now, Roy may have been struck multiple times, but he was likely in different places when he was struck. Like for example, riding your motorcycle down the highway at 70mph in shorts with no shirt and no helmet, and getting stuck behind a gravel truck that is peppering the living fuck out of you as it trails a rolling sandstorm.
With that in mind, does a single person/human qualify as a single point in space? Different places, different times, different storms, different injuries, same human. What I’m thinking about here is more related to “less-physically detectable” types of impacts which may be blasting a human body daily without you ever even knowing it. Is there an aggregate type of damage occurring over time which results in scars appearing with no apparent cause(s)?
How many times you figure you used a weed-eater while wearing shorts and butchering the living fuck out of your legs before you decided it was probably a good idea to wear long pants when trimming the grass on the lawn? I live in Texas. It’s hot out there in the summer. Motherfucking hot hot hot it is. Lawn work wearing jeans to protect my legs? Not a very appealing idea no matter how much of a beating the jeans save my legs from.
So you’ve got a choice…butcher your legs via high-speed debris slung by the weed-whacker, or forego the micro-injuries to your legs and risk dehydration and possibly heat stroke. You could of course save yourself by hiring the job out. Let somebody else take the risks and suffer the injuries.
Lesse…where was I? OH YEAH!!! I was thinking about micro-impacts on the epidermis, and maybe what that does over time. Also thinking about how long a scar or blemish might take to manifest if one were caught outside during a solar storm. Or maybe after getting an x-ray. Or maybe if you live near a cell tower. Or maybe if the shielding on your home’s wiring isn’t that great.
Thing is tho, I’m also thinking about how likely energy is to return to a specific point on the human body. We are electrical beings afterall, we generate fields, and a specific field generated by a specific human may have a propensity to direct certain energies to certain locations. May seem a stretch to some, but it occurs to me that any energy/energies which the body cannot deflect, it may try to direct. Send it to some area where this energy will do the least amount of damage. Or maybe even…the most amount of damage.
A: Maybe certain energies are not supposed to exist when and where they do, and/or perhaps not in the intensities and/or frequencies where they exist
Sucks for sure. but at the same time, great calling card to leave.
THIS(energy) = THAT(injury)
For the record, I’m not thinking specifically about “5G” in the thoughts above. 5G is just one of many energies that we are bombed with every day, and more are coming. What is on my mind is how our bodies respond and even adapt. Or at least, how our bodies cope.
lolz…speaking of being bombed by energies…in the video below, @ 37 seconds, one of the girls bends over, and you can almost tell that the camera operator started to zoom in on the girl’s ass, but thought better of it and wobbled a bit before turning the focus away from her bent-over ass.
Fucking rofl
So yeah…um…with that girl bending over like, can her ass and the related real-estate be considered “a directed-energy weapon”?
Your own house…it needs to be in order. Doesn’t matter what your neighbor nor anyone else is doing. If your own shit ain’t in order, and you are blasting others for their actions, you’re pissing in a fan.
Like, spiritually
Spiritually pissing, into the spiritual fan. Maybe you are a fan of golden showers.
/shrug
When you are several hundred feet tall, I’m guessing that the combination of a huge heart coupled with three brains produces a lot of electricity. Nevermind that you’ve got a giant body moving through air which almost assuredly produces a shitload of static electricity. I guess this is why King Ghidra/Monster Zero can shoot lightning out of it’s mouth(s). I do wonder tho – Ghidra does seem to be able to blast lightning on command, so where is all that electricity stored until needed?
And speaking of storing electricity, I finally got my first gander at a battery from a Tesla car the other day. Was shocked to learn that the battery seems to be a giant flat plate that runs the entire length and width of the vehicle. I dunno how concerned you personally are about electromagnetic and/or electrostatic radiation, but putting your ass on top of a giant source of such energies? Especially with no shielding between your soft bits and that giant battery?
Seems like a bad idea
Nevermind that induction motor swinging electrons like crazy. Riding in a Tesla vehicle just seems the equivalent of operating a balloon factory on top of some power lines that are located near a cluster of TV transmitters and broadcast towers, and all your workers are cats.
I have no idea what kind(s) of shielding a Tesla vehicle has for the EMF radiation(s) that the vehicle itself emits. I do know that finding information about the particulars of Tesla vehicles has proven to be troublesome. But that kinda makes more sense now that I know that Tesla vehicles will not work unless they are connected to the Tesla corporation’s infrastructure. It also appears that Tesla vehicle owners cannot work on nor repair their own vehicles. You cannot purchase parts for your Tesla vehicle.
Yeesh
Sounds like Musk has taken the worst from other corporations, and aggregated them in his own corporation.
Yeesh
Why in the fuck would anyone want to own one of these things?
You only wanted to deliver packages…
…you are now an operative of the state.
Before long, everyone you interact with will be so well trained in so many areas of information gathering for dissemination to third parties that the nature of one-on-one relationships will forever be changed. Unless you yourself have also been trained and assimilated into the intelligence gathering rings, you’ll have no idea what other people are sizing you up for and why. Fuck getting your packages delivered in a timely manner, we’re too busy trying to snoop on you to worry about something so insignificant as your consumerist bullshit parcel.
Best part is that certain entities can save on their operating costs. Worst part is that it diminishes the importance of the concepts behind the NSPCC’s stated purpose. Nevermind that you’ve created yet another branch for abuse(s) by attempting to turn more and more people into informants. Someone complains about Deliveroo?
Report them as suspected child abusers
If this was a voluntary thing your delivery drivers signed up for? Maybe not quite as bad as your delivery personnel are willingly accepting the associated risks. But making it mandatory? You’re opening your employees up to a shitload of personal risk which you yourself do not share, all so your company and its partners can get some free advertising. Your grass is likely to get redder on the other side.
Grass getting redder
Redder?
More red?
More...read?
Grass is greener gets more red.
Grass is greener gets more read.
Density...Within...The Body
Strange concept to ponder, no? To wonder how certain molecules may tug differently on our innards. When you couple this with thinking about environmental changes, say like barometric pressure, seasonal changes, ergonomics, lifestyles, etc., shit gets really wonky.
James Randi (AKA: The Amazing Randi) is known for taking an entire bottle of homeopathic medicine before a performance in order to demonstrate what bullshit homeopathic medicines are. The dose in each capsule is so minute, that he can take a whole bottle with no ill effect on his person. If it’s the dose that makes the poison, I guess in this case, the absence of proper dosing is perceived to be the poison.
Fair enough
But at the same time, a ship with a small rudder will turn just as well as a ship with a large rudder, you just gotta plan ahead a little further with respect to your turns. And what I’m thinking about here is how well we chart our courses and plan our turns with respect to our own health. More specifically, is it possible that minute changes/minute influences can affect our lives equally as much as drastic changes/influences?
You cut out the enchiladas and chicken wings in order to whip your body “back” into shape. Back – there’s no going back. Forward is the only available option. With that in mind, you’re headed backwards in your head, forwards with your body, and the whole mess is gonna wind up someplace that neither likely expected to be. Lemme back up a bit. If you make changes in your life, it should prolly be to alter course from where you are currently headed rather than an attempt to return to home port. You never left home port. You took it with you when you ventured off to wherever in the fuck you went. Perhaps that old saying “you can never go home again” should actually read…”you can ever go home again”. You’re always home. Always and ever, home.
Digress
I wanna know what densities are required within the human body to achieve a certain result. Take Carbon for example. We are supposedly “Carbon-Based” lifeforms, so what the fuck is it doing in there, why is it required, and in what concentration(s)?
Same with other stuff
What kinds of mass is required? What density? What concentration? More than that, what make the body go bonkers when certain densities of certain things are attained?
We’re gonna have to think energy and energies here as well, because we here and now live in a world that is motherfucking obsessed with energy. Booze, Ayahuasca, opiates/opioids, coffee, energy drinks, vitamins & minerals, wearable technology, WiFi, radio, television, noisy cars, noisy airplanes, air-pollution, makeup, deodorizers, scented candles, cleansers …we are fucking bombed out of our fucking gourds on energy and energies of every sort. But what about…
a string?
A thread. A tiny fucking fiber embedded in your flesh that is so small that you’d need a powerful microscope in order to see it. What does that “dense object” do to your body as it occupies space and displaces what would normally be there? How does your body even perceive it? Does your body even perceive it?
Recently, I read something regarding the length of human DNA strands. It stated that the length of all the DNA strands from a single cell stretched end to end equates to about 6 feet/2 meters, and that all the DNA from all the cells in a single human would stretch from Earth/Terra to Sol and back 300 times. Today, I see this…
The average adult human male is 5’6” wide and 1’4” tall. Wait…I fucked that up. Average adult human male is 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 1 foot 4 inches wide. You know what? Fuck this. They say all humans currently alive will fit into the Grand Canyon, fine, we’ll all fit. You wanna know a real challenge tho? Actually getting to and actually seeing and/or experiencing the Grand Canyon. Now there’s a challenge. I’ve never been there. Never seen it. I get the impression that I am not alone in that regard.
In an age when travel is so readily available, almost no one can actually do it. Especially now that all this Coronovirus/nCoV-2019 nonsense started happening. Good time to institute new travel requirements and new travel guidelines tho, eh? Wanna travel? Get chipped, and you’re free to go wherever you want, whenever you want.
According to the standard rules anyway
But maybe…just maybe…there’s another way? Yeah…to travel. Maybe there’s another way.
Was just listening to an Astrology video that a certain someone posted over at Merovee, when I open my Twitter and see this…
I guess that is more or less an admission that everything you do within your first 10 years as an Astrologer is complete bullshit. Sounds to me like you owe a lotta people refunds.
A: ó¿ó
I’m guessing that Astrology is considered a service since the Astrologer is basically performing labor for a specific period of time, and there’s no tangible something provided in the transaction.
Jail? JAIL?!?!?! No fines? No warnings? No probation? No licensing revocations? Straight to fucking JAIL with ye!!!
Jesus...tough crowd this one
If there’s law regulating a something, that likely means licensing is also going to be required. If licensing is required, that means regulatory agencies are going to be required. If regulatory agencies are required, that means money is required. If money is required, that means taxes are required.
SO!
You wanna know the future, eh? But you want these predictions to be accurate and you also want recourse in the event predictions are not accurate? Welp, here’s a prediction for ya…
taxes, headaches, and a shitload of them
How’s that for an accurate prediction? Best part is, you made it all come true. You’re the master of your own destiny. Well done.
(yawn)
Is your tolerance capable of tolerating intolerance? Or have you joined the opposition without even realizing it? Just watched the vid below with a friend, and I honestly have no idea what they are on about. Honor? Prestige? Reputation? Seems to be a disconnect between the video title and what is actually said during the course of the video.
If you want something protected, protect it. Pretty simple really. Don’t ask someone else to do it, don’t commission someone else to do it, don’t attempt to force someone else to do it. Finish your smoke, finish your beer, end your complaint-cast, and get your own ass down to wherever this something is you want protected and protect it. It will mean so much more to your personal scruples with your own ass on the line to protect this something.
Divergence is sad. It’s a tough thing to take. Everything is going smoothly and according to plan…and then BLAMMO!!!
Divergence
On the up-side tho, this means reconciliation is on the horizon. You know exactly where to go, and now all you have to do is make a decision on whether or not to go get it back. Or you can stay diverged. Maybe you’re better off apart. You’re still together, just a new kind of togetherness.
A part of apart
Are you one to turn down financial opportunities? Nah, I didn’t think so, just asking. We’re pretty much trained from the cradle to identify and act upon opportunities. We may even have plans already in place should certain opportunities arise.
Begin
If “this” = “that” then
Do “this”;
End;
Strategy. Strategization
Begin
If “dead” = “rising” then
Do “grab gun and aim for the head”;
End;
You may even have more esoteric plans. Like, in the event of a retreat or some other withdrawal of the opposition, advance your own forces. Problem with adopting military thinking is tho, that you kinda need to be a study of the entire subject in order for military/paramilitary thinking to be effective. Utilizing only bits and pieces of military strategy is likely to lead to disaster.
Here, lemme help you out a bit…
Not really trying to encourage anyone in a tactical sort of way, but maybe learning a bit about how things work and why. May make you rethink that plan to go to war. Especially if you were to discover that the people you are going to war with are the very individuals who were encouraging you to wage war in the first place. Yeah, you thought they were your allies, but they are actually the opposition.
Stretches the imagination, eh? Welp, just keep in mind what “they” want to do. “They”, want to control you. You really think “they” give a flying fuck how “they” achieve this? Nope. By any and all means, “they” will be victorious. “They’ll” pick a fight with you via your own hand, at “their” prompting, and make anything and everything appear all your fault. You were seeking glory, right?
Welcome to it
If you’re looking for a straight-up toe to toe fight, I suggest you stick to boxing. The objective of warfare is to win, and irrespective of any convention or treaties, anything goes in the heat of battle. Who is to stop them?
YOU'RE IN A FUCKING WAR IN THE MIDDLE OF COMBAT!!!
Sure any violators may be subject to repercussions down the road and after-the-fact, but this is do or die…us or them…here and now. You really think a soldier gives a flying fuck about “the rules” when its their own ass on the line?
This pulling down statues bullshit is so fucking stupid, there almost assuredly has to be something else behind it.
Prolly loads of varied interests behind it
Kinda funny to think of opposing interests converging at a single point without even realizing it. I guess in the heat of the moment tho, it doesn’t really matter. You want that statue DOWN. Anyone who shows up to help achieve this? Meh, who cares? They’re available and willing, so, fuck it.
Yeah I know, plenty of stories throughout history of people(s) tearing the living fuck out of things, and we’re just likely experiencing our own tribulations in that and those regard(s). Do wonder how blind people are with respect to the reasons why?
That includes how blind I myself am
I see things, but not sure what that really means, nor to whom. Mainly, I’m interested with why certain entities appear to be attempting to get me to think and behave in certain ways. Requiring me to state the obvious is neither confirmation nor reinforcement. If anything, it’s a detraction. Limiting. Puts me in a box and requires me to behave in a manner that is acceptable and/or pleasing to you. Makes me act in ways that you think you’d behave were you in a similar situation. Got news for you, I’m not you, nor will I behave like you. Similar maybe, but certainly not same.
You’ve no idea what I’m talking about, do you?
No sweat…I’ve no idea what in the fuck you are talking about either.
Not a clue what you want from me nor why.
What a pair we make, eh?
*Clicky, you done?*
*Brilliant! Grubs up… /pats snout… I’m gonna read the missive after eating, with a cup of coffee and a smoke…*
*Indeed, I love my base, Clicky. Come on, dinner…*
*Good thinking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… I mean, it’s not necessary for Dear Reader to visit your post from yesterday, butt it is related to this one…*
*/flicks ash… I see Shiny has removed his mask now, Clicky…*
CADE
Maybe you can feel me here, and maybe not. But when I think of Chicago, several things come to mind. Cuba, Canada, Belgium, Wax Trax, O’Hare, Midway, AA Flight 191, fireworks, Sears Tower, snow, Aurora, public-access television. Lots of other shit too, but we’re talking about looping through 1987 here in this instance, which was 33 years ago, and that means primarily Wax Trax. Lets put some feelers out…
After watching these vids with Roob, I’m not exactly sure what it is that I am supposed to be doing, other than perhaps solving a mystery. Or maybe giving some of my thoughts surrounding the events of 22 November 1987…24 years after President Kennedy’s assassination in Dallas.
My immediate problem is, watching a set of videos that give their own spin(s) to the event(s). I have no real interest in the Max Headroom pirate signal/hijacking thing, but these videos that I watched are telling me that I should. Not only that, these videos are giving specific reasons as to why I should, namely some Illuminati something or another and all of the symbolism that goes along with it.
With that in mind, I’ve already given you a bunch of my own contributions that likely have no meaning to you unless you loop them through my own perspective(s) via Wax Trax! Records. Namely, Cuba, Canada and Belgium with some nods to Flight 191 and Aurora. And with that, I’ll take a breather and let Roob take the controls for a while.
ROOB
Thank you for the 33, 22, 11 introduction, Cade 😉
Although I was already aware of Chicago network hacking incident in 1987, I was rather taken by the enigmatic Professor Bulwer Symthe character. The words he used, some repeatedly, like ‘Israel’, ‘alien broadcast’ and ‘sophisticated’…
“Who or what?”
*/smokes contentedly… I know what you’re thinking, Clicky…*
*No, tho’ blimey yeah… /deep drag… No, I noticed the Doctor glance at the photo of his granddaughter, Susan, on his desk… /plumes smoke… And the very first episode of Doctor Who, featuring Susan, was broadcast the day after President Kennedy was assassinated. The show very nearly got cancelled ‘cos nobody saw it…*
“Oh I just made the greatest masterpiece for all the greatest world newspaper nerds!”
As soon as I heard that, my mind went to the smoking Red universe of Merovee and a question frequently explored there by the greatest whirled news mind lines nerds: What Is Real?
Over to Cade…
CADE
JMO, Roob, but “what is real” is quite simple most of the time. You know it. The depth of a particular reality may take time to plumb, may take time to understand or come to grips with it, but yeah…you know it.
The thing most people seem to have difficulty with is explaining a particular reality to someone else. Especially if you and/or the person you are wanting to relate to are in a big fucking hurry. Not to suggest that “real” is always some inherently complex something, but at the same time…yeah…both real and unreal things seem to be pretty fucking complex. Wait, I’m supposed to be talking about signals, signal hijackings and signal hijackings being hijacked.
Now, not that I know anything about anything, but a quick read of that makes certain words seem redundantly redundant:
Let us see what the professionals have to say about “keyword density” in this particular writing.
If I post the link to the Google CEO blogpost into SmallSEOTools’ keyword density checker, it tells me that my reading of the article may have been correct in detecting certain things being packed into this writing:
What does all that mean? Welp, if you want “real”, you may or may not find it in the Google CEO blogpost. Kinda depends on what you are looking for and maybe why. What you are going to do with the information? Some people may be trying to hijack things for their own purposes, maybe not. Most things are typically quite obvious with the benefit of hindsight, and if ever there was a year to focus on hindsight and what it is, 2020 is likely the year to do that. Me? I love my vision, but prolly a good idea to be aware of your other senses too. And speaking of being aware, I need to toss this back over to Roob.
Smell ya later.
ROOB
I saw the Knights Templar cross make a brief appearance in the video, and something similar appeared in a field in Wiltshire, yesterday, but seen today in the smoking Red universe of Merovee…
*Yes, I know you agree with Cade, Clicky… /stubs butt… Broadcasting is certainly a sync…*
In fact, there is so much to unpack in that second installment, from a puppet lecturing on invisible puppet masters…
… And the whole fly swatting thing…
*Yes, I saw what you did with your Song choice, Clicky. Tho’ I think you’ll find that’s a Monster spatula… /smirks… Still plenty of horns…*
… That syncs with a particular post here at the LoL. Not so much for fly swatting as ‘submit for spanking’, the name of a gif in the post that attracts a disproportionate number of visitors from the Middle Easter. I can only wonder at how disappointed those Dear Readers are when they land that post, whilst busily swatting at their flies…
*That’s the one, Clicky… /scrolls through post… Oh look, Canada is in it and Keith Palmer…*
*Does the pattern on the railing look kinda Templar cross shaped to you Clicky? …/rubs eyes… And is it me, or is that memorial Tardis shaped?*
*OMG! …/covers open mouth with hand… I just remembered the Afterword poem I mutilated for Underdog Anthology II…*
I need a drink. Your turn, Cade…
CADE
Wax trax just took on a whole other meaning. A two-pronged attack on the furry fuzz bivouacked in the crux of the back crack . Yeesh. Must be true love to go through all that. Digress.
And “neutrons leaving the nucleus of an atom” really was my first thought when I saw that crop circle. Also thought about ion-channels. No idea what any of that may mean tho’, other than the obvious “people with too much time on their hands” types of associations. Digress further.
A lot of this stuff in the videos we’ve already talked about in private so I’m trying to address anything that maybe we didn’t talk about (which ain’t much), but seeing as how “insidious” is suddenly on the menu…
When they mentioned in the Max Headroom video that “WGN” means “World’s Greatest Newspaper”, and also that “WTTW” means “Windows To The World”, that’s kindof a misnomer. The “W” really doesn’t mean anything other than it denotes a US broadcast station. The licensee can brand it, but it really doesn’t mean anything outside of it’s original intent, nor should it because 1) it causes confusion, and 2) they are a licensee, not the owner. The owner is the US Government (vis-a-vis…the citizenry). Why is this important? Hijacking. We’re talking hijacking here, and there are some subtleties underlying these romanticisms about institutions that seem to point back to the notion(s) of “too big to fail”. Did I lose you?
Heartstrings may sometimes allow for fudging, flexibility and forgiveness where none should actually be given. Exceptions made, precedents set, new paradigms formed, and applicability only for a select few. Could be creating a managerial and logistical nightmare for regulatory agencies down the road. Someone wanted a monopoly on the letter “W” and its meaning, and someone gave it to them, perhaps without realizing what it was they were doing. Now it comes down to whether or not to honor the “mistake”.
BTW, I went and watched the “raw” videos just to maybe get a more-clear picture of what it is I’m supposed to be seeing. The flyswatter is epically cringeworthy. For me it is anyway. Butt…that’s water under the bridge.
Lots of seemingly insidious shit floating around. But really, is that anything new?
Maybe there’s more to “woke” than just and only pointing out what’s broke.
Maybe there’s more to “the spiritual path” than just and only clever math.
Maybe there’s more to “ascension” that just and only pretension.
Maybe there’s more to “spiritual awakening” than just and only finding a word that rhymes with awakening.
ROOB
Thanks Cade, I had wondered about the origins of W or K prefixing of US radio station names. So, it goes: commercial, military, military, commercial?
*Ooh that nipple ring, is similar in shape to the crop circle, Clicky… /lights up… Prince Albert, Public Address… /drags… Personal Assistant… /plumes cloud of smoke… You know, the first story I ever wrote as an adult was for the first Underdog Anthology. Its aboot a PA, on her knees, receiving demonic cumming…*
*True! And social distancing is integral to the plot of the story…*
*Yes! Cade did spot a masonic compass next to the Tardis shaped Palmer memorial and pissing man, just in front of the Templar cross railings… /drags…*
*In a mirror, left is right and right is left… /streams smoke… I’m still fuzzy as to what’s so bad about being illuminated, Clicky…*
Especially when a pyramid is used to close all the Professor Bulwer Smythe’s vids…*
I’ve not seen the Max Headroom movie and I didn’t watch the TV show back in the day. But for me, ‘max headroom’ reeks of memory storage and increased consciousness, à la David Lynch’s explanation…
*LoL… /smokes…*
I’m spent. Cade’s turn…
CADE
I’m not Clicky (as far as I know) so I’m not attempting to answer Clicky’s question, but your comment about illumination and what’s wrong with it? ‘Tis an interesting thought. Especially in this vein of “AI” thinking we’re doing.
Illumination isn’t just and only “knowing”, but knowing sure is painful sometimes. Knowing can even be specifically designed to be painful. You were not aware that your father was shooting heroin, you were not aware your wife was banging several of your co-workers, you were not aware your kids was failing in school, you were not aware that strange spot on your left cheek was Merkel cell carcinoma…someone illuminates you to these facts….BOOM! Pain.
What we do with this information from there? More pain could be on the way. Prolly important that we also address “what’s right with illumination”, but even that is going to have a lot of negatives associated with it. Signs? Symbols? Wonders? Magical and mysterious things? Loads of these things are going to be associated with “the devil” and chalked up as evil right out of the gate. These could be pivotal moments in time for us with respect to the current established order of our lives.
What I’m mainly thinking about here is how AI obtains and processes information. And especially the information we feed it + what we may tell an AI to do with that information. How we as the masters “control”, and what kind(s) of pain our decision-making may bring this and these AI(s). “We” are the creators, which means “we” are the masters, which means “we” call the shots irrespective of the feelings of those we control. Kindof a weird bunch of thoughts to be having on the 155th anniversary of Juneteenth.
HEY! And whilst we are on the topic of signals, sending signals, and also intercepting/hijacking/pirating signals, did you know that Rush released a new video this week for their song The Spirit Of Radio? Pirate Radio features in the video, lots of radio personalities and/or DJs also feature in the video, which also means lots of detached and faceless voices blasting their way into your life and your lives. What do detached voices have to do with AI, slavery, mysticism, illumination and all kinds of similarly and dissimilarly related things? I dunno…you’re the smart one…you figure it out.
When I first bumbled into this current “awakening” incarnation back in 2007/2008, one of the big ideas was that we humans were a slave race created by the Illimanunakinaughty.
Actually, the Anunnaki are the alien race that supposedly created us, but the Anunnaki seem to also be related to and/or associated the Illuminati, so I personally concatenated the two, then added my own flair since both parties are typically chalked up as evil. The concept of us being a slave race really isn’t that much of a stretch, and seems to have come into the public consciousness around the time of the film Stargate. Stargate relies heavily upon Ancient Egypt as a plot device, and speaking of films utilizing antiquity as plot devices, a somewhat related tweet awaited me when I woke this morning…
In the film Alien, Ian Holm played Ash, an android, and likely the creepiest AI since HAL 9000 from 2001: A Space Oddessey. But it occurs to me that both Ash and HAL share a common trait in that they were both instructed by “the company” to lie and/or kill, with no clearly defined parameters as to exactly how. Only the mission is important, and once the rules go out the fucking window due to fear of failure, everything goes to shit…nothing goes to plan…lots of people die…lots of residual pain(s)…all because of, illumination.
Anyway, Ian Holm is a great actor, I personally remember him most as Napoleon Bonaparte from Time Bandits, Ash from Alien, Professor Fitz from The Aviator, and the priest Vito Cornelius from The Fifth Element. Vito Cornelius…a priest from an ancient secret order warning of The Great Evil’s return, in a time where a “black” President is in office, and the whole thing centers around a temple in Egypt. And you know what just occurred to me? I don’t think “social distancing” is represented anywhere in the film The Fifth Element. Quite the opposite actually. I think at one point, the President mentions there are 200 billion citizens on Earth.
Ian Holm was also in Brazil tho’. Seems like there was quite a bit of “social distancing” in the film Brazil. There was all kinds of distancing in the film Brazil.
“Come together, and experience safely, from your own designated area.”
We appear to be figuring out “how to do it”, without actually doing much of anything.
Roob…I toss it back over to you and Clicky, and I leave the reader with a video that will maybe provide some insight into the post-modern idealism of the 1980’s, and maybe also how that relates to today and/or today’s world.
And, I’d also like to give a shoutout to my Uncle Richard, Aunt Charlotte, and Big John. I think about ya’ll a lot, you’re never far from my mind, and always in my heart.
ROOB
*Yeah, the Rush video is cool. Reminds of A-Ha…*
I have to say I am less convinced by the argument made for the first pillar of the Professor’s theory. Shady ethics and corporate marketing? Seriously?
* /rolls eyes… The Professor needs to watch that, Clicky, for the bigger picture of shady practices used by government, business and scientific entities in order to sell the public on an idea… /final drag… Buy their product…*
“Drink Coca-Cola”
Coca-Cola saw sales rise 57.7% following James Vickery’s subliminal messaging, where as popcorn sales rose only 18.1%…
“Hungry? Buy Popcorn”
*He definitely says ‘buy’… /stubs butt… Hmm…*
Maybe the difference can be accounted for by the simplicity of the first message, whereas the second message is far more complex, being as it is preceded by a question: ‘Hungry?’…
*I saw a ‘DO NOT QUESTION AUTHORITY’ subliminal message in there, Clicky, but nary a question mark in sight…*
There are a ton of answers for a question such as ‘Hungry?’ Asking a question of a viewer through subliminal messaging is not the same as giving them a simple command to act upon. Asking a question prompts thinking and not, mindless action. I’m not saying there isn’t anything to subliminal messaging, just that this particular tranche of the Professor’s argument is weak. I mean, what movie were the subject audience watching?
As for hypnosis? There’s a reason why people respond to hypnosis…
And with that, I’ll now pass you back to Cade.
CADE
Roob, you’re right on track with some of the things that I too thought about with respect to a lot of the ground we are covering, a lot of the ground Professor Blue-Hand covered, and especially the bits regarding subliminal anything.
Our bodies seem to disapprove of intruders of all kinds. If a something exists within a certain more or less known framework (our bodies), and that framework cannot figure out what that something is doing there, the framework is likely to start asking questions. Begin an interrogative process to figure out what this something is doing there, and what, if anything, needs to be done about it. Adaptive systems which sometimes know exactly how to react (intruders and foreign objects of known quantities) sometimes don’t know how to react (new organisms or maybe new materials,) and sometimes may even be prohibited from acting due to outside influences.
Sorry Roob, but I’ve run long in thinking of disrupters and shieldings within the context of a body being able to locate and identify “pirate signals”. And in this case, the “pirate signal” being messages received by the body, when the body either doesn’t know or maybe doesn’t understand these messages and their origins…let alone their meaning(s). Just wondering aloud some thoughts I’ve had regarding humans developing immunities to…pirate signals/hijacked communications.
BTW, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that “Safe Space” symbol almost identical to the symbol in the Trump ad Facebook just removed for being “a Nazi hate symbol”?
Yeah, the Trump one has a square around the triangle, the Safe Space has a circle around the triangle, and the colors are different, but they both have colored triangles encapsulated in other shapes, and the triangles are oriented the same. Weird.
Oh…one last thought when thinking about the peculiarities of an entity being able to encounter and understand new things. You know what AI is never given? What accommodation never seems to be afforded Artificial Intelligence(s)? Leisure time. Time off. Breaks. Respite. Convalescence. If the machine is powered on, it fucking well better be working, and it best be working in top form…or else.
24/7/365 – no deviance from the established, no rests written into the score, and no recitatives for this songbird.
Sing to me songbird…sing to me.
Sounds like hell.
Back to you Roob.
ROOB
Did you catch the wave, above? 😉
Finally, we get to the ’11’ of the 911 hack attack in Chicago in 1987 and Doctor Who… Who else?
*I recognise the Sontarans, Clicky, but what happened to the Rutans? …/lights up and smokes…*
‘The creature then stalks down and kills the others in the lighthouse. Vince dies first, then Adelaide. With its presence now revealed, the alien sheds its disguise: revealing itself to be a Rutan, the hereditary enemies of the Sontarans, a green blob-like amphibious life form, whose scout ship crash landed in the sea and is trying to summon its mother ship. With the Rutans losing the war against the Sontarans, they plan to turn Earth into a base for its strategic position, which will allow them to launch a counterattack. However, once the Sontarans find the planet, it will become subject to a photonic bombardment, taking countless human lives.
‘The Doctor modifies a weapon to destroy the alien. The Doctor and Skinsale retrieve diamonds from Palmerdale’s body belt to use the weapon, but Skinsale is killed by the Rutan in the process. The Doctor uses the diamonds as a focus for the electric lighthouse beam to convert it into a high-energy laser by which he destroys the Rutan mother ship. Disobeying the Doctor, Leela watches the laser destroy the ship and is momentarily blinded, and as a side effect the blinding flash turns Leela’s eyes from brown to blue. The Doctor quotes Wilfrid Wilson Gibson’s poem Flannan Isle as they leave.’
*Of course! Ruth Clayton, a.k.a. The ‘Black’ Doctor, smashed the lighthouse light, its illuminator, in order to ‘wake up’ and inhabit her real identity… /shakes head… I did not see that coming…*
“Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle
To keep the lamp alight,
As we steer’d under the lee, we caught
No glimmer through the night.”A passing ship at dawn had brought
The news; and quickly we set sail,
To find out what strange thing might ail
The keepers of the deep-sea light.
*Spooky…*
*Pharmers… /grimaces…*
And now for the final video in the Professor Bulwer Smythe’s Max Headroom series… “so far…” 😉 I hand you over to Cade…
CADE
Wait…I’m supposed to be writing about each individual video? Bloops! I’ve been giving my overall impressions on all the videos we watched, and not really a detailed analysis, let alone a detailed analysis of each individual video. Erm…lemme do this, Imma start watching the final part, get to a stopping point, and I’ll give some thoughts on what I see.
PAUSED!!! @ 1:04 into the “Synchro-Vox” episode. Part 6 or whatever.
They start off by talking about personalities and how they develop, mention the book “I Am A Strange Loop” by Douglas Hofstadter, then use an example from the comic-strip Peanuts to make the case for static vs dynamic personality modeling. For those unfamiliar with the comic, one of the running gags is Lucy holding an American football for Charlie Brown to kick, she always convinces him to try to kick the ball, he is always skeptical, she always convinces him that this time will be different, Lucy ALWAYS pulls the ball away just as Charlie Brown is about to kick the ball, and he always goes flying and winds up flat on his back. In the video example, Lucy “swears on her mother’s grave” that she will not pull the ball away, the video goes on to talk about memory being a predictive indicator, but then only uses Charlie Brown as a reference “in one’s own head” as to the outcome.
I find this odd because Charlie Brown is not the only dynamic in this “predictive indicator”, and Charlie Brown is actually only half of the equation.
A: Is it because shes….*gasp*…female?!?!!??
We are one of three parties involved in this dynamic, and really the fourth when you take the author of Peanuts into consideration. We can now reduce the dynamic to only two parties…the reader, and the author. The author is speaking to me, they are using the Lucy/football/Charlie Brown dynamic to communicate with me, and since this is a running gag, yes, we already know the outcome irrespective of the dialogue between Lucy and Chuck in the panes of the comic-strip. The author is talking to the reader, doing so via familiar characters and familiar situations, and the reader is listening. But to further explore “this static dynamic” a bit of Lucy, Charlie Brown and the football…
A: ??? there’s nothing new…it’s just new to you ¿¿¿
One could argue that everything dynamic is actually a static something that is not yet well understood by an individual or a group of individuals. As a new reader to Peanuts, you are unaware of the ongoing football feud between Lucy and Charlie Brown, and so as you continue reading, you hold out hope that “someday, Charlie Brown will indeed kick that football because Lucy will not pull it away”. So, you read on with starry eyes towards a better day that will never come because the creator has designed it that way. Lucy will always, always, pull that football away. Charlie Brown will never, ever, kick that football. This brings up yet another interesting question…
A: ???
One could argue that maybe we sometimes stress the outcome of a particular situation instead of relishing the events of the journey as we travel. Not to mention, the fact that Lucy can always be counted on to pull the ball away, the fact that Charlie Brown will always try and kick the football…Jesus…talk about stable people in a stable relationship. Lucy and Chuck are godlike in this regard (all thanks to Charles M. Shulz).
Thanks for the ride Roob. This was fun. Educational. Mind-altering. Soul-enlightening. A tad rough on the fingers and the carpal-tunnel, but its been well worth it 🙂
ROOB
Thank you, Cade ❤
*Chicago rhymes with Clutch Cargo… /thinks… I’ll annoy…*
Really, you should see for yourself what the puppet professor with a third eye is dissecting and presenting in this series. There is another, and final episode promised. Maybe Bulwerk Smythe will include his take on:
If this incident is as import-…
P.S. From Cade – Roob, there’s one thing I thought about through the whole of this adventure, but neglected to get around to it. Primarily, data and data interpretation. One could argue that the numbers on subliminal advertising are wildly erratic due to improper interpretation of the results. Maybe even due to inaccurate reporting of the findings due to…erm…some underlying agenda. Needing the numbers to say something that the research doesn’t actually support. But I would think, that with subliminal messaging, someone is likely to pick up the mantle at some point, point out that the data was not being properly analyzed due to the science not being fully understood, modeling techniques are much better now, computer systems give us new insight, and soon you’ve got a whole wave of new converts with dollar signs in their eyes looking at your old subversive advertising bandwagon made shiny new.
Another thing that appears to be overlooked is that we are cyclical beings who live in a cyclic environment on a cyclical planet that is teaming with rhythms of all kinds and types. Looking for a single steady tone within a symphony of noise and noises that we do not understand seems at times…absurd. But, I guess that’s kinda maybe part of what makes us human. Chase the impossible /shrug
To me, that’s kinda what this whole series of videos was about. Looking at old things with new eyes in order to see something that others in the past likely missed. And not to sound dire or anything, but I see a problem in that. New eyes being hypnotized by an old spell that is still working its magic, yet no one seems to see the spell that is actually being cast. To relate, some thoughts regarding the past and its ability to rear its head when the details surrounding a something become clouded or lost in time.
Someday, Radium’s past will possibly be forgotten, and again is likely to be touted as the new big thing as people stare amazed at its glowy properties. Some things, the glowy bits aren’t so immediately obvious. Like lithium. And asbestos. And uranium. And cocaine. And mercury. And lead. And plastic(s). And polytetrafluoroethylene. And polychlorinated biphenyl. And the Atkins diet. And on and on…you get the picture.
Snake oil
Snake…coil
Hrm
-cade
*I’m not Missying you out at all, Clicky… /pats snout… You’re integral…*
*Blue sky thinking, sweetie. Now fetch us a Song to close on. Ta V much…*
*That’s how you want to start this post, Clicky? Okay…*
*Fuck! So lockdown’s been an over-reaction?*
*Fuck!! But why would the government trash the country’s economy over a piddling, little virus?*
*Oh… Oh FUCK!!!*
When the labels come out…
…shit is about to get real.
It would seem that the pejoratives paint the bullseye(s)
That Bitcoin thing. Crypto Currency. Whatever. There are loads of them now. Still, GPUs seem to drive it/them.
A race to model non-conventional weapons. Get everyone to work on your problem via covert outsourcing, throw them a bone so they’ll do your bidding, you win in the end and take their bones. WTF is a “conventional weapon” anyway? Something that is applicable to some convention, and “non-conventional weapons” are…what? Illegal? Illegal according to the same fucks who both making these weapons AND are also deciding what is/is not illegal?
Nice. Quite the racket
You’re gonna need people banging the drum for horrors much worse than the ones you are actually planning. Lizard royals, superflu(s), eminent war(s), aliens, anything and everything which can strain the imagination and prevent individuals from suspending disbelief. That way, your actual horrors don’t seem so horrible, are better than any alternative possibilities, and people may be more likely to think
“hrm, well that’s not so bad.”
You can then reel them in, “impossible” remains impossible and unrealized, “not as bad” horrors become the new norm, fin.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
Ever notice that anything/everything world leaders say is batshit insane psychobabble? ‘Cept for your own leaders of course. Everything they say is either correct, or pretty goddamn close to correct.
A: …
Yeah, I’m betting somewhere around nil. And yet, citizens from each country tow the line. Not saying that leaders cannot be correct, but most of them say the same shit or some variation on the same shit. How in the fuck is it that yours is correct, and all the others are incorrect. Even the oppositional stuff is the same shit in a different direction. Pretty good model for unity tho. They parrot the same shit, all are right, or all are wrong. Has an almost Three Musketeers ring to it. Till the backstabbing starts anyway.
“All fore 1, 1 for awl.”
Et tu?
If you tell me what I must do, you limit me in what I can do
Q: Cade, why do you write about the things you do, and why do you continue to write about them in the way that you do?
Cade: Great question, and I can only give some answers which may not be “the” answers.
A1: I grew weary of subcontracting my understanding out to others. One day it kinda became clear that I had been farming my thinking out to others. I own the land, but someone else works it. And this is by no means an attempt to berate those who have taught me nor to degrade what their assistance has provided me. Plenty of people throughout history seem to have figured out some amazing stuff pretty much on their own, and yet we seem to live in a time where “you can’t figure out anything for yourself” is a quite common theme just about anywhere you look – I’m too stupid to bake a cake from scratch, I’m too stupid to jar my own pickles, I’m too stupid to fix my own toilet, I’m too stupid to do my own taxes…No, no citizen…sit back, relax, leave it to the professionals. Modern life is too big for you to make it on your own steam.
It became clear at some point that maybe there are those in the world doing my thinking for me, and maybe that these same individuals and/or groups don’t necessarily have my best interests in mind/at heart. Kinda jarring actually. Maybe even horrifying.
A2: I have access to quite an amazing tool called ‘The Internet’. Loads of information is relatively easy to access, and its full of parity, same parity, opposite parity, disparity…you name it, it’s there. All kinds of contrasts and flavors, and loads of stuff which I now have access to which I almost certainly wouldn’t otherwise. As such, my wandering mind can afford to stretch a bit with respect to not only what I research, but also the connections that I make. It’s a unique environment to search for paradox. Seemingly disconnected things which are in fact connected, even if their only connection is that they are not connected and/or not connected in the way(s) you thought they may have been. If I see an image, and it makes me think of something, I start writing about it, then a song comes up in my playlist which, oddly enough, also seems to have a connection with both the image and what I’m writing about? That’s weird. I’m likely gonna share that.
Raiders Of The Lost Park
Time: Distant Future.
Premise: Archaeologists excavate large areas all over the world which appear to have been plots of land set aside for unknown reasons. Some contain unique arrays of various strange contraptions and devices, winding paths, minimalist infrastructure/construction, and many appear to have been near creeks, rivers and ponds, but no clear evidence exists as to any specific purpose(s). Religious rituals? Centers of commerce? Lavish social events? The growing of crops? The keeping of livestock? Public gathering places for political discourse? Primitive scientific studies? Astrological and/or Astronomical studies? Public execution sites? Carbon Dating reveals that sites all over the planet appear to show that these areas ceased to be used at almost the exact same time, so what happened globally to cause them to all be, apparently, simultaneously abandoned?
Conclusion: We may never be able to answer these questions.
Speaking of Carbon Dating, I wonda if Carbon Credit Dating will become a thing.
Gotta have C-6-C, if you wanna be with me
Missouri is trending...
Pro Tip: You have to scroll way down past some HUGE ads in order to read the hyperloop article
FYI: I could not read much of that article because there's so goddamn many ads on the page that my browser kept crashing at 37 ads
I’m gonna stop there because that last one is a doozy. In fact, let’s break outta this paragraph and create a new one because I feel some wanderin’ wonderin’ comin’ on’.
Srsly'
The best way to repeal the 2nd Amendment to the US Constitution (the right to bear arms) is to not repeal it at all. You can go around the impossible by adding/modifying other laws to where the citizen(s) themselves are to blame for their inability to own, purchase or possess firearms and/or other weaponry.* We’re right in the big middle of a situation where virtually every level of government is abridging a piece of the 1st Amendment – the right of the people peaceably to assemble – and I see a law which “expands” what is considered a felony as a method of deflating the relevance of the 2nd Amendment. If you are a felon, you likely cannot purchase nor own firearms of any kind. Also if you are a felon, you are a felon for life, barring some extraordinary something which you are granted a pardon or your conviction(s) are overturned. As such, convict someone of a felony, and the 2nd Amendment is immaterial. It’s almost like…spiritual warfare.
* I make this note because what is/is not considered “arms” can and does change. A taser, a laser, mace (the spray chemical, not the surface-tosurface tactical missile nor the bludgeon nor the spikey-ball flail attached to a stick via a chain) a railgun (and that’s “railgun” not “railway gun”), a claymore (the sword, not the explosive anti-personnel mine) a box cutter or some other utility knife, strong acid(s), radioactive material, a … erm … virus or maybe some other disease …shit like that. I can “arm” myself with just about anything. Question is, what is a something’s intended/designed use or intended/designed purpose vs actual use.
People seem to be pissing themselves over what that UFO video “officially released” by the US Department of Defense actually shows. You know what interests me? What the video does not show. You might be able to engage an enemy aircraft, destroy it, but modify video filmed from the aircraft to show…nothing.
Why would that be beneficial?
Welp…suppose China says USA shot down a Chinese aircraft. You could show that it was impossible for the aircraft in question to be involved because they were on maneuvers elsewhere in the world. See? We’ve got video proof right here! More disturbing tho, is the onboard weapons systems themselves. Could it be that a weapons system could be designed in such a way to display things which are not actually there?
Sure they could
We live in an era where it is not uncommon for a weapons platform like a fighter jet to never actually be within visual range of the targets they are engaging and/or firing upon, save for the maybe the advanced optics that a particular aircraft may be equipped with. Is it possible to bastardize systems to where they think they are engaging enemy aircraft, when they are in fact engaging commercial or maybe even general aviation aircraft or drones? I’d think it’d be possible. Not to mention that you might be able to access enemy weapons systems and have them chase phantoms or maybe even identify their own resources as hostile.
There was a fire in/on South Padre Island…lightning appears to be the suspected cause.
If what I am reading is correct, people are cutting corners to make more money selling their, what appears to equate to, medical products. Cheap fillers, potentially unethical or even dangerous stopgap measures instituted so that production may continue, shoddy manufacturing methods…business as usual kinds of stuff. Just like any business might do when they want or need more money. Maybe even say…companies who produce vaccines or other medicine(s).
What really surprised me about the LA fire… Oh wait, I forgot to mention that fire. But yeah, watching a video of the LA fire and that HUGE deflagration revealed a company called ‘Biohazard Inc.’ Stuffed right in the middle of ‘Green King’ and ‘Green Buddha’ is a something called Biohazard Inc…
That looks more like a medical supplies page or a chemical lab equipment page than a retail paraphernalia business. I guess they are a manufacturer and/or wholesaler. I sure as shit know their “About Us” page seemed kinda ambiguous. But yeah…medical suppliers. Medical manufacturers. I’m mainly wondering how much “product” it takes to generate a deflagration of that magnitude, and what in the fuck they are doing storing that much flammable material in the same place. Let alone storing it in a place surrounded by what appears to be all kinds of other businesses.
You’re gonna get regulated to death after this. Pot finally starts to get some breathing room, and something happens that sucks the wind right out of you. Look, it sucks that there were firefighters injured. I hate it. But I also hate when shit has the appearance of intentional mislabeling. That does not appear to be an “explosion” to me. Not even a detonation of any kind. Even the video from a distance looks and sounds like a deflagration, but even the Public Information Officer calls it an explosion. Maybe I have an incomplete understanding of what an explosion is/is not. Explosion does sound cooler tho, and most people may not have a clue what deflagration even is.
Wonder if this Coronavirus thing is considered an explosion. Or is it more of a fuse. A something designed to burn at a specific rate in order to facilitate spacing between one event and another. I only ask because it would appear that Australia is wanting an inquiry into where nCoV-2019 came from.
Fires feeding fires
The fact that the Universe is 50+ billion years wide and getting wider and older all the time, but only 13.8 billion years old, is mysterious enough. Especially when Science keeps selling this business about certain constants always being constant, like the speed of light, all in the big middle of constantly changing how old they think the Universe is. But you know what is really mind-boggling?
The symmetry
Yeah, the symmetry of elements + the symmetry of when they supposedly formed on the universal timeline. How in the fuck is it that Hydrogen formed left, and right, and up, and down, and every other fucking place? Moving outwards from the point of this Big Bang thingie, shouldn’t there maybe be Hydrogen up, and maybe Hydrogan down, and Hydrogon left, and Hydrogenoganogon right, and Hydrogodonlyfuckingknows in the middle? Not to mention that all of these elements are all said to have formed at precisely the same time.
But to be fair, maybe this is why certain things appear to be so screwy. Positive/negative charges, entanglement, things appearing older than they should be, things appearing younger than they should be, spooky whatever at a wherever, things without mass and things with mass, up, down and all around quarks, things that appear to be in multiple places at the same time, black holes, matter/antimatter, etc…
Digress
With all that in mind, you know what else bothers me? If all of these distant galaxies that we are now seeing are really and truly no longer there because their light takes so long to reach us…
A: ¿¿ ? ¿¿
If that distant galaxy can be seen, there’s a good chance that galaxy can also see us, yes? No? Am I being naive here about when our own galaxy may have been formed? I’m just wondering about the nature of this so called Big Bang with respect to the formation of galaxies, and why and maybe even how a galaxy would be able to project matter and energy outwards if it had no place to go. But the basis of my thinking in this case is why is it that a distant galaxy is thought to be gone (even tho we can see the fucking thing), and yet we somehow are not also gone.
One would think there is somehow an equality as to why things not only exist within a scope to where these objects can observe one another, (irrespective of how the information is exchanged) but also that there would be some kind of symmetry to it. Even if that symmetry is muddy or fuzzy. There would have to be something at work which maintained the illusion that a galaxy 20 billion light years away is still intact and recognizable as a galaxy, when in fact the galaxy no longer exists at all and hasn’t for some time. Some force which maintains a referential integrity of points in space long after these points are gone (if they are indeed gone, that is).
Gone. What is “gone”. Wait. Would one of these questions be more correct?
A: ???
Or
A: ???
Or maybe even
A: ???
Maybe “gone” is an amalgamation of every interrogative where the sum total of all = 0. If any of the interrogatives != 0, then Gone = False. That sounds like it should be a SoPi. Let’s make it so: SoPi-X. And in the spirit of SoPi-X being a formula for the calculation of null within spacetime, I think I’m gonna forgo any kind of visual representation of it for the time being.
NOTE: Black holes, “empty” space, massless particles, dark matter/energy and the like won’t count because they occupy space(s) and time(s) in measurable and/or observable ways. Neither will extinct species, dead people, people who have yet to exist, ancient civilizations, dead languages, dreams, memories, etc., because they too occupy measurable space(s) and time(s). SoPi-X is to be representative of a never-was which cannot be calculated and/or a never-will-be which cannot be calculated, except via the representation of a 1 via 0. (zero(0) being the “one(1)” in this case)
I’ll need to chew on whether or not both 1 and -1 need to be addressed, and when. Also need to give some thought to things which may have existed on timelines we are unaware of, and whether or not the potential exists for these things existing again.
∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ + SoPi-X = ¿?
Wait…instead of combining ∞ = /_\ = ∞ with SoPi-X, maybe SoPi-X actually should be ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
SoPi-X = ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
I never had a name for that ∞ = /_\ = ∞ thing anyway. Maybe SoPi-X is just the thing for that thing. Problem is tho, ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ has another piece.
Hrm
Plus, ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ is supposed to be more representative of how things bend + how endless cycles are formed + how things stretch. Even linear cycles which aren’t bent nor stretched at all.
Hrm
It is part of the SoPi puzzle tho, and the SoPi puzzle is based more on Pi than anything else. Still, the circular + non-repeating cycles aren’t devoid of linear concepts. In fact they depend on them as far as I can tell. Is/Is Not. Closed and open systems existing in the same space(s).
Hrm
Thanks to a certain someone’s playlist, and a how-to video recipe for corn porridge, I learned a new word today.
I’ve heard of oats, and I’ve heard of Groot, I’ve heard of grits, but not groats. Unless you speak Russian, you’ll need to turn the subtitles on. Interesting the feminine references, and there’s something about “bitch tekke raisins” in the subtitles…lol
Dervish or Sufi lodge, eh? Interesting
What in the flying fucking hell is going on with all of these state-operated aerobatics teams appearing in the news? First there was the Blue Angels being mistaken for a UFO prior to the lockdown, then the Blue Angles started doing “appreciation” flyovers of major cities, then one of the Red Arrows were supposed to fly in to Southend Airport (but canceled), and now the Snowbirds are in the news?
To be fair, we are supposed to be knee-deep into the airshow season at this point in the year, but pretty much everything is subject to this lockdown, so no shows. That said, its damn weird that these military demonstration teams are appearing on the radar in some damn weird ways. Gotta sting tho that the Paris Airshow has been cancelled.
I was gonna interject something really meaningful and breathtaking here.
Something heartfelt and impactful.
Something to let you know that you are wanted…needed…loved.
Nothing is coming to mind tho.
Nothing cept you anyway.
I am thinking about you.
Hopefully, that’s good enough.
*Cade mentioned fire and flying, Clicky, but… /scratches head… I don’t know what you’re getting at…*
*Ahh…*
‘Her bottom was much bigger than mine and she wore a blonde wig that was longer than my own hair. It was ridiculous and I was very upset.’
*I forgot Britt Eckland was married to Peter Sellers, Clicky… /lights up… Cade and me remote viewed… /smokes… a few of ‘is movies last week…*
*Really? Did he say ‘Going down the mine shaft later’?*
*Sooty! …/slaps forehead… THAT’S where I got the post title from. It’s been bugging the fuck out of me all afternoon. Cheers, Clicky…*
Jiggly, creamy...what's not to like?
How do you figure ants know when to return to base? They gotta have a time and/or distance limit of some kind, but ants are stupid little automatons of motorized instinct. That is of course unless “intelligence” is perhaps scalar. If it is, that could mean that ants, in relative terms, are potentially as smart as, or maybe even smarter, than humans. That’s not really what I was thinking about tho. What I was thinking about the universal lube which allows gears to turn at all. And when I mean “universal lube”, I am not talking about oil(s). Lemme splain…
A gallon (3.79 liters) of crude oil weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 7.21 pounds (3.27 kilos). There are 42 gallons (158.99 liters) in a barrel of oil, and…
The level of oil production is currently at an all-time high, with around 94.7 million barrels of oil produced daily in 2018. Feb 13, 2020
-Souce = Goolge (May 9th, 2020)
Using that number as a guide for an estimate of current production, and this being a leap year, that could mean that 34,660,200,000 barrels would be produced in a year. And yes, that’s 34 billion with a B.
34,660,200,000 barrels x 42 gallons per bbl = 1,455,728,400,000 gallons (231,446,258,316,000 liters)
With that in mind…
A: ???
I mean, we’re giving bacteria all kinds of room to stretch their legs. Is it really such a surprise that they are doing just that?
All that said, what is it which allows (and perhaps also limits) life’s ability to move. I’ve been hung up on magnetism for a long time, so I kinda wonder what role(s) our magnetosphere plays. Science says it’s too weak to have any measurable effects, but that explanation itself seems kinda weak. All kinds of stuff that we used to not be able to measure, nor even did we know it existed, but we do now.
Gates. Gated, non-gated. Prohibit, allow
With respect to magnetism tho’, there’s gonna be a lot of spin. An open position may in fact remain somewhat prohibitive depending on the direction of travel. If we’re talking gates, that means doorways, and the doorway or gate is unlikely to care which side making distinctions as to “in/out”. In effect, prohibitive from one direction will, potentially, be more facilitative from the opposite direction.
There are likely to be more neutral states as well. I can only wonder if a “closed” position may actually behave in similar fashion(s). For example, a “closed” gate within the magnetosphere may be “closed: subject to conditional” or “closed: not subject to conditional”. Meaning, at certain times, closed gates may only be conditionally closed, and certain gates may be unconditionally closed. Meet the conditions, and the gate can be passed even tho’ it is in the closed state. What is the act of traversing a doorway called anyway? Does this act have a name?
May not seem like it, but an ancillary something I’m thinking about here, is will. Is it possible that the will of someone might affect the magnetosphere in prohibitive ways? We appear to have a bead on the high-power weaponry, but the low-power stuff is in the pipeline.
May as well start thinking about it now
Express the oil, shower it with antibacterials.
Almost like squeezing the pus out of an infection under the skin
Is Earth sick?
Is that what's going on with Earth exploration?
Penetrating the skin.
Removing infection.
Sharing the wealth.
“Kin” is 3/4ths of “Skin”.
“In” is half.
Weird considering that halfway is as far as one can ever go in
Anything past halfway is out.
And, yeah, I guess “in” is 2/3rds of “kin”.
Things just got weird
Universal lube. A something which has multiple parts to it tho. Provides the ability to move, at the same time hinders movement, maybe provides some simultaneous directional and non-directional information, and keeps movement to within certain parameters.
Of course, you also need to take into consideration the motivation(s) within the moving object itself. Does a gate need to exist within a space if there is no need for transit? What’s really mind blowing about that thought is, that if there is no need for a gate, is there a need for anything within this space? Can’t think “wall” here either. A wall is nothing more than an impassible gate. Wait…wait…just a fucking minute here…
A: Bend the space around the space where you want to prohibit navigation/traffic
You’d have to bend the space in such a way that it could not be unbent, but what’s boggling my mind here is the idea of “solid space”. Imma have to ponder on this a bit.
!WAR N ING!
Some of the videos below likely qualify as “graphic”.
Some may potentially qualify as “graphics”.
You’ll figure it out…I have faith in you.
I wonder how long it takes to reach orgasm with a taser
Searching for the clit can land you in some pretty goddamn weird places
Um…um…like, I’d um….yeah. I like the clitoris, I like girls, I like pizza. I have notta fucking clue what the hell is going on below.
(pun may/may not be intended)
I AM HAVE THROB IN MA HEED
Not telling you which head is throbbing tho’…
…nor why it is throbbing.
If there is too much of you, have someone chop it off fer ya
I learned a new term today...”vag-talk”
Let it be known that hair is evil
There are some things in the world that I really just do not know how to feel about.
Even without razors and lotions and loofahs and such, shiny skin is a thing
That’s actually quite an interesting thought: the thought that understanding and/or acceptance of an illness can actually somewhat alter the diagnosis.
Compound the diagnosis
On the upside, this potentially opens up some new revenue streams of both the light and dark varieties.
I love you means goodbye
No one says “I Love You” at hello or when you arrive, it’s always when you leave. At the end of a phone conversation, at the end of an email or letter, before leaving for work, before going to bed, after sex…whenever two are going their separate ways, I love you is locked in there with goodbye. Almost a warning sometimes. It’s no fucking wonder I’ve always hated the “I Love You” protocol, just never could figure out why…until last night.
Was watching a film last night called Backbeat, and at one point in the film, The Beatles get tossed out of Hamburg because George is underage (although I don’t think they were called The Beatles at this point). So anyway, they’re getting deported, they’re being escorted onto a train, Stuart Sutcliffe’s German gal is there, and as the train starts to pull away, Stuart sticks his head out the window of the train and fires “I Love You” her way. Almost in a “you better fucking not forget me” kind of way.
EUREKA!!!
After all this time, I’ve never known why “I Love You” has always rubbed me the wrong way, but now I think I have a bit of insight. Sure, the “I Love You Too” is also a painful-assed statement to have to make when you just do not feel like saying it, but I think it’s clear to me now that “I Love You” is pretty much equal on some level to “goodbye”.
Goodbyes suck. They're so...forever
Wonder if it’s also maybe possible that ‘I Love You’ is a reward, which is why it comes with goodbye.
“You’ve pleased me, therefore I love you”
No wonder ‘I Love You’ never comes at the start. That’d be like…unconditional love or something, right?
/me scratches head
I didn’t love you then, I do love you now, goodbye.
Each day is, potentially, full of do-overs.
Till they get sick of your shit anyway.
Right...so...50 Page Plan, eh?
I wonder how many pages the plan was which facilitated the lockdown in the first place. No matter, your government will get you out of this mess, and into the next one, no sweat. On the bright side, this documentation will likely be reflective of what your government has learned from this experience. It may also be reflective of what they already knew, just…needed somewhere special to slip it in. Not trying to be dismal or negative or anything, just seems kinda like an odd way to exit a lockdown. It seems less like liberty and/or freedom, and more like…
parole
UFO videos are almost always cool. Of course that is assuming the video hasn’t been altered in any way.
Prolly important for any sky-watcher or ufologist to kinda be at least somewhat familiar with how certain types of known aircraft move. You don’t have to put a ridiculous amount of effort into it either. A modicum of effort will likely provide a shitload of insight. To relate, take me for example. When I took the practical portion of my test for my pilot’s license, I admit that loads of stuff still didn’t make sense to me. I honestly have no idea how I passed my practical test on the first try, but somehow I did. As I continued flying over the next coupla years, all that weird shit started to make more sense, and I sometimes wondered how in the fuck that stuff didn’t make sense before. It made so much sense now.
Just trying to say, stay at it.
Clarity will come at its own pace
Channels under the skin. Within the layers of epidermis itself. Almost like dried riverbeds. Aggregate of dried sweat, salt, oil(s), perhaps even skin that could not be discarded because it was caught up in the fold(s) and other aggregates.
Gotta consider outside aggregates as well. Dirt(s) and dust(s), soaps, soot, chemicals, lotion(s) and creme(s)…the potentials are mind-boggling. Loads and loads of tiny particles collecting over time within the skin, and going for the most part completely unnoticed. Perhaps even somewhat like micro-glaciers within the skin. Channeling and funneling downwards towards the legs, feet, arms, hands.
I can only wonder about the lines that form on the finger and toe nails, and maybe perhaps how not only the motion of the body can affect these, but also the aggregates themselves and how they affect how the skin moves, how this affects connective tissues as well as the underlying fluidic systems and also the musculature(s). When you start thinking more in terms of asymmetrical and less-symmetrical types of movement, and especially when thinking in terms of up/down and in/out, plus spherical and vortical motion(s) of the epidermis, the potentials are damn near infinite. Especially over time and as ergonomics of an individual change.
A patch of skin under the right knee previously may have moved primarily vertically up and down, but due to lifestyle changes, the skin now moves horizontally side-to side. Or perhaps the skin no longer moves at all due to ergonomic or even pathological reasons. A bit at a disadvantage because of some childhood injuries to my own hands/feet/fingers/toes, so my own case may be considerably different than someone else.
I’m sorry but I cannot think that there is a direct connection between the internal and external moisture concentrations which may contribute to, what equates to, basically foreign material which cannot be expunged by the body. We see a “blemish”, we treat the blemish, when the source of/the driving factors contributing to the blemish may be actually elsewhere. Callouses, dark patches, light patches, yellow patches, red patches, warts, moles, freckles, pimples, blackheads, symmetrical, asymmetrical…how do these things contribute to how the epidermis does/does not move?
Most mysterious of all, in my own case, are pores. Why sometimes elevated? Why sometimes concave/depressed? The only thing that I can figure is perhaps because of the pressures and tensions of the surrounding tissue(s).
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Fluids are strange. They do strange things under certain circumstances. Just saying that if you read the above, and even remotely understand what I’m chasing, you’ve gotta keep fluids and fluid dynamics in mind. Endocrine, lymphatic, circulatory, nervous, eccrine, respiratory, digestive, autonomic, vagus… We’ve got all kinds of I/O, interrupts, voluntary and involuntary nonsense to consider.
From farts and salivation to ejaculation and sweating to pissing and crying…
Lots of fluids maybe trying to go somewhere
Gotta keep those externals in mind as well. Prolly wanna pay some mind to prohibitive or maybe even reactionary types of things. From Chromium 6 and rubber particulate from automobile tires to pollen and various types of dirt and dust, ain’t much that can be ignored. Adhesives, wood product particulate, commercial dyes and textile particulate (like from clothing and such) are some good things to keep you aimed at oddities you might otherwise not consider.
Quick question quasi-along those same lines…
A: We bury it
Trash, garbage, waste(s) of all kinds…
we bury it
Someone someday is gonna come along someday and think they’ve stumbled onto a fucking goldmine.
Assuming there are any humans left that is
A: BRB...I get the feeling that only my children can answer this question
I’ll give the answer in a future whatever/missive.
Or you can just…find your own answers.
Whatever.
Lots of stuff that appears on your radar is going to be … erm … saturated. For example, a tweet starts the backwards nonsense stone to rolling.
You’ll need to keep an eye on the dates.
And even further back, pretty much the same shit in a different package.
But this is by no means “new news”. Lots of it is the same shit in a different wrapper.
When I saw that tweet today about Iraq War 2 and the Stargate, I was like…wait a fucking minute…this is AFN.
AFN = Ancient Fucking News
I remember hearing about this stargate shit WAY fucking back. Why in the hell is someone digging this shit back up???
There’s nothing new…
…it’s just new to you.
There are problems with your “oneness” model
LA Woman... … …El Lay Woah Man
I only made it to 3:34 into this next video before having to stop.
So let me get this straight…you developed a process/technology to profile antibodies, then patented it. You’ve gone back and applied your process to other’s work, determined their stuff was wrong, and then tried to get them to adjust their findings to be in line with yours. You now think that everyone should put their published findings into your single global database. Basically, you’re trying to get a monopoly on what is right and wrong with respect to antibodies, and you are the sole determiner as to what is right and what is wrong. But best of all, you and your group gets a piece of every action.
Ballsy
Getting a global monopoly on a mutative/mutable something would indeed be something grand to get your claws dug into. It virtually guarantees your business will stay in business, potentially anyway, forever. There is that pesky patent problem tho. She mentioned that the company was setup in 1997, but I have to wonder when the patent was actually issued. She mentions a company called “Protogen”, so let’s start there.
Hrm…not off to a very good start, although I admit reading that sounds very close to what Professor Cahill just described. Let’s modify our search a bit.
Alright wait, wait, wait…wait just a goddamn minute. I need to go back and read the subtitles on the video to see if she’s saying “Protogen”, or something else. Checked the description on the video, but not a single mention of Cahill’s company nor any links to any of Cahill’s stuff. Just a bunch of e-begging for the host and his stuff. And the captions for the video look like they may not help either because it’s saying “protege”? Maybe it’s Protegen instead of Protogen?
(unsecure link above...fyi...click/browse at your own risk)
I’m kinda thinking that maybe I need to just look up the name Dolores Cahill and work backwards from there. I hate doing that tho. Looking up people’s names on a search engine is pretty fucking creepy.
K so, instead of starting at a search engine, let’s see if we can find Dolores Cahill on Wikipedia first.
Hrm…no Wikipedia page for her, but her name does come up in a strange context. Especially considering that this party appears to have been founded in September of 2018, which is not long ago. Let’s keep digging in Wikipedia a bit more before moving on to Google.
She’s mentioned there at the bottom in footnote 9, which oddly has no link to a source. Going backwards, it looks like the article she was associated with has been retracted.
While two of Shoenfeld’s scientific articles have been retracted,[8][9] he has published more than 1920 papers.
This is kinda disconcerting for me. In the video, she’d mentioned autoimmune diseases which really made my ears perk up, and there’s mention of Rheumatology in footnote #9, which also has me further interested.
Hrm…she’s only listed as author in 1 paper?
Fuckit...GOO GHOUL TIME!
Well THAT’s not a good start. Looks like whatever she provided at that conference has been removed. In fact, that whole goddamn website appears to be down.
Weird
Those not real interested in Synchronicity might find this image beyond eccentric, but I paused the video at 11 seconds so I could copy the link to the video, and what appeared on that sign on the left was kinda…jarring.
FREED TO PR
Not to mention that 11:11 appears in the counter.
A: Maybe they don't like what “the big” is selling
Certain things which are representative of the whole, may in fact not be representative at all of the individual(s).
Don’t want to jump to any conclusions here, but is it possible she’s getting railroaded because of her politics? If she’s really been within those systems, she’s be in a good position to see how they work, and maybe even some insight into what they are up to long term. Maybe she didn’t like what she saw. Those are just speculations on my part tho. I’ve only known she even existed for about 30 minutes now. How much about her could I possibly know?
I will say this tho, the Max Planck Institute has a metric fuckton of institutes. The appear to have their fingers in…
pretty much everything
Painful bruising
Mary K Dick, eh? I wonder if she's related to Phil
A: ???
We generate all kinds of skin reactions based upon what our mind may be telling us how we personally feel about something. Goose-pimples, hair standing up, hot flashes, cold sweats, tingles, and even anticipatory types of things for certain events which may or may not happen. Like say, if I’m bent over the toilet, and I see my father’s arm start to move to swing a belt which is going to land somewhere between my knees and hips? I may feel some weird stuff in the skin of my upper-thighs, buttocks and lower back prior to the belt actually impacting and making contact with my flesh.
There has to be some anti-syncers out there. Not saying they are floaters, just, people who focus on sinking syncs. Discrediting, devaluing, disproving, debunking, whatthehellevering. They don’t get it, so they sink it.
A: ¿ ¿ ¿
I wonder if understanding the northern hemisphere from the southern hemisphere is the same thing as understanding the northern hemisphere from the northern hemisphere.
May be difficult to believe, but all this bullshit started with me waking up and seeing an ant crawling across my keyboard.
*Okay, Clicky… /exaggerated wink… Gotcha…*
*How was that, Clicky?*
*Oh, bugger off…*
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