Missive From ‘Merica: Middle Block…

middle block

*Eww gross, Clicky. You know sumtimes…*

Hot on the heels of Part 2, the third and middle part of Cade’s massive, messy missive is ready for your attention now, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I watched a movie called “The 33” today. I didn’t like it. I think I was expecting to meet them, get to know both them and those involved in the event(s) a bit, and maybe even learn a little about the events themselves. That didn’t happen.

^My Blue Heaven ….Esquivel^

Prophet       Nomad       Hero       Artist

This is a concept that someone I know talks about now and then. Something to do with turning. I understand the concept, and may even understand some of the concepts, but what I have trouble with is the overlap and the missing bits. But a premise in a Doctor Who episode that we watched recently kinda touched on a concept regarding resonance(s) and timbre(s) within DNA/genetics that smacked of destiny and predestination. Meaning, there was an attachment made at some point, this attachment was at the genetic level, and any offspring will carry the resonance of that attachment, which in turn leaves markers/tunnels/channels for a third-party to exploit for their own purposes as these genes are passed from generation to generation.

Q: Ever heard of hydrogen peroxide?

A: !!!

I guess there is all kinds of craziness that can produce an orphan.

^Little Joe & The Latinaires ♫ La LLorona Loca^

So here’s what I did with the aforementioned concept in order to better illustrate my thinking on the subject(s) of overlaps and omissions…

prior ->

Prophet Nomad Hero Artist

Nomad Hero Artist Prophet

Hero Artist Prophet Nomad

Artist Prophet Nomad Hero

Prophet Nomad Hero Artist

post <-

I’m not necessarily thinking about “people who don’t make the cut” or survival of the fittest. I’m thinking more of what we chalk up as chance. I’m thinking more multi-threading and multi-capable, and I’m also thinking about properties that have similarities and/or multifariousness that must exist to create a singularity.

EX1: I would imagine that a Nomad is likely to need to possess many of the same attributes as a Hero. They simply arrive at adversity in different ways, and handle adversity using different methods.

EX2: An artist would likely need to possess attributes of both a Hero AND a Nomad. Artistry of any kind tends to require both solitude and daring.

With that in mind, what ultimately makes us who we are?

I dunno either.

I guess it largely depends on who you are trying to impress.

^Papas -Mr. Loco (Nacho Libre Soundtrack)^

So what if all the Prophets for a given generation, die? Someone is going to have to pick up that slack. Nomads might be a good first choice since Nomads and Prophets seem to have a mutual need for solitude.

But hang on a second…what is a Prophet anyway? And for that matter, what in the fuck is a Nomad? Is what a Nomad was then, the same as what a Nomad is now? I mean fuck, there’s a biker gang here in the US called The Nomads. Are they somehow more Nomadic than other biker gangs just because they’ve got a clever name? Are biker gangs more Nomadic now than they were then, or less?

Does that matter?

Biker gangs aside, how far does one have to wander in order to be considered qualified for the title of Nomad? Who makes that determination, and when? Why are they qualified to make such a determination? Tough answers, require tough questions.

^The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds & Transformation^

I don’t get this at all. Did the teacher learn a lesson and his students paid the price?

^UCF Professor Richard Quinn accuses class of cheating [Original]^
I don't get this either.
^Most Outrageous Government Board Meeting EVER!!!^
But then...
^Carpentersville President Sarto yells and walks off job^

In these four episodes of Doctor Who that we watched, there were a lot of concepts addressed somewhat, and these concepts were themed throughout the episodes. Meaning, they were paid at least a moderate amount of attention during the episodes…all except one…randomness. Keep in mind that I’ve never watched Doctor Who before, and this was the first time that I’d seen these episodes.

Randomness was mentioned briefly in one of the four episodes, then dismissed. As far as I can recall, it was never addressed again, and I watched rather intently for it to reappear…

it did not.

It was as if the entire cast of players were looking for a playbook to follow step-by-step, found one, then decided that explosives and firearms was the way to solve all of their problems. Um…if you find some ancient book, what’s the likelihood of the authors having access to explosives of any kind at the time of writing? What is our connection to ancient peoples at all? Do we even have any?

^Bubble gum-Mr. LoCo^

This is a problem with time-travel. You are going to have to get rid of any notions you have about privacy, which means you are going to have to dump any notions you have about pride, freedom, choice, truth, dishonesty, deception and a host of other ego-pumping concepts. A time traveler who has free range backwards, forwards and to, can find out anything and everything they want to know about you. They have all the time in the Universe to see where you started, where you ended up, and everything that happened between.

Q: What if the time-traveler is not immortal?

A: How can you prove someone is immortal?
AA: There is no way.
AAA: Immortality appears to be a walk that simultaneously has the properties of never having started, and also never stops.

Loopholes to immortality aside, how can you knowingly be dishonest to someone who already knows the truth? Welp, best I can figure, is stay the fuck away from truth, and just be yourself. Remember, we are talking about more than one perspective here, and fact is not truth. You can study the shit out of someone’s CV, fact check and verify the shit out of it, but that is no indicator as to the relationship that you will have with this person. This is a new relationship afterall, and this pairing is a new dynamic that has never existed before.

1 + 1 = 1
^MR. LOCO – MISTER LOCO.wmv^

Is it obvious that I recently watched Nacho Libre?

^John Cameron – Half Forgotten Daydreams (1974)^

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zorg knows

*Well yeah, butt you were there whilst we watched Nacho Libra, Clicky, remember?*

nacho libre high five

No time to stop now, Dear Reader, Part 4 – including the first appearance of SoPi-L – can be seen HEAR… And have a Song 😉

 

Missive From ‘Merica: After the Start…

Ruby smoke

*I know. Interesting stuff, Clicky…*

Dear Reader, if you’ve read the first part of Cade’s massive missive, then wait no longer to dive into the next enthralling bit…

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mnchc60

Today is Sunday September 16 of 2018, and I’ve been sitting on this post since Thursday August 30 of 2018.

Ya rly.

I started with that shit about blood and twisting lines, and I’ve been pondering the mechanics of the micro and particulate as it pertains to a woman’s menstrual cycle for over two weeks now.

You think it unusual that a man would spend weeks considering a woman’s menstrual cycle? About how ergonomics and nutrition and lifestyle and the like affect a woman’s naughty bits with respect to time and gravity and motion and all kinds of other crazy factors?

Over the course of a lifetime, I wonder how much cotton and other fibrous material accumulates in a woman’s body, and how that individual woman’s body acclimates and/or handles this…stuff.

Filler(s)? Additives? Preservatives?

Sound crazy? Welp, if you put enough magnetic interference around a compass, eventually, the compass is going to have difficulty with finding its way and/or doing what it is designed to do.

EX: From a global perspective, do you think that people living in the northern hemisphere eating watermelon in January is unusual?

I think the circadian clock(s) are based on, and guided by, more than just/only a 24 hour cycle. I mean, how in the fuck did it get to 24 in the first place? What keeps it there? I’ve this sneaking suspicion that dark matter/energy plays a role.

^POGO – Jaaam^

It would appear that a “beedi” is a thin cigarette.

Beedi

What other types of things can you think of that are thin, need to be thin, and it’s a good thing that they are thin?

Girl Scout Cookies-Thin Mints
Wheat Thins
Surface Tension
Boundary
Vaginal Wet Mount
Death of Gloria Ramirez
Shut Down Everything
Slime Layer
Slayer
Slime layer...Slayer...get it?

Baby, if you wanna mince words, you came to the right place. I’m a Juice Tiger™ that eats Weekly World News® newspapers and spoos out gallons of juicy linguistic goodness like it ain’t no thang.

(nod to SIMAAM)
^Religious Man ( I am I am )^

Quick thought…

Q: How does one get money out of The UN?

A: In UN Dough

Sorry for the lame pun/bad joke, but the UN Secretary General appeared on my radar yesterday, and I can’t help but wonder if this Brexit nonsense is more of a battle between The EU and The UN, and which side The UK is going to wind up on. Of course, there’s also the NATO angle(s), which is muddied somewhat by the Trump/Putin connection(s)…assuming there are any. But those will be severed when Trump goes to prison with Clinton.

^Smoke Fairies – Living With Ghosts^
tumblr_oraeeyclwd1rhhef8o2_540What is our preferred method of disposal?

Yeah dummy…for garbage, what is the preferred method of disposal for garbage?

A: Fire/Burning

In our conversations, RooBeeDoo mentions the spine quite a bit. Well, maybe not “quite a bit”, but she mentions it frequently enough that I notice. That said, she never elaborates, and any links that she provides tend to be vague, distant and/or unrelated to whatever we are discussing. Anyone who has spent any time around, erm, weirdos, will know that the number 33 has some cosmic/divine connotations and/or associations, and there are rumored to be 33 vertebrae in the human spine.

Let’s back up tho. When you fart, where does that gas come from? I think medicine will tell us that there are bacteria in our gut that eat what we eat, then make their own poop and farts that in turn become our poop and farts. But don’t we breathe? Doesn’t our skin breathe? Doesn’t our blood contain gas(es)? What does our body do with things that it just flat don’t know what to do with? Is it possible that our body might try to…burn it? More than that, do our bodies potentially possess the ability to do any such thing?

Spontaneous Combustion
Spontaneous Human Combustion
Autoignition Temperature
Roy Sullivan
Trouble just seems to follow some people.
^Greenskeepers – Money^

Let’s go for a record. I’ll explain later.

^La Llorona loca – Los Gliders.wmv^

Why are there all these calls and/or efforts to send everyone to prison? I see shitloads of tweets calling for the immediate arrest and imprisonment of all kinds of people, but especially public figures. Surely there has to be more options than just/only prison. Have you fucks not heard of riots? Lynchings? Mob justice? Vigilantism? Mass murder? Anarchy? Hitmen/assassins/murder for hire? Ritual killings? Surely there aren’t efforts to pollute “legitimacy” with unsound methods and actions…

are there?

That said, there sure seems to be a lot of fuckery via government(s), which means it originates via commerce.

General Data Protection Regulation

Ping->Pong

What is going on pre-ping?

What is going on post-pong?

^Eisenfunk – Pong^

Why am I asking so many fucking questions?

^Caetano Veloso (1969)- Irene^

HEY!!! I’ve been wondering how to do this. Now I know.

^How to Install Cyberlox^

3xz5

Truth is we plebeians live under the thumb of delay, detainment and arrest…

all day, every day.

Get pulled over for any reason, and catch the wrong cop on the wrong day, and you could wind up on the business end of a taser for anything from drugs, to suspected terrorism, to pissing off some random stranger, to simply having your own bad day on the wrong fucking day. I mean, who in the FUCK is having a good day when you get pulled over, have some conflict, or are otherwise detained for some odd reason.

Like say...having long hair.

Has government forgotten customer service? Or is that “protect and serve” bullshit just a hyped up myth designed to protect a racket. If so, “the racket” is going to be…advancement, job security, and accolade. Afterall, the cream, rises. Curds are for turds, buttermilk is for babies, and plain milk is for pussies.

I have no idea what any of that means either.

Seems like it’s easier, and safer to just…stay indoors. Protect yourself…at all times…like a boxer might.

^Mucha Muchacha by Esquivel^

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pulp fiction butch boxer

*/furrows brow… Is that from the same movie, Clicky?*

meat popsicle

Make yourself a cuppa tea and get ready to read the next part, Dear Reader, by clicking HEAR… And have a Song 😉

 

Missive From ‘Merica: In The Beginning…

Hello there, Dear Reader. I have received a rather long missive from Cade F.O.N. Apollyon, which I’ve split into 5 parts for ease of reading…

multipass.gif

*Indeed, Clicky… /lights up…*

….Seventeen pages of missive is too much for just one post; however, I will post all 5 parts tonight, so you can read them in one go, as intended. Ready?

beckons

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tenor

Does a woman’s blood, and the things in it, affect her menstrual cycle? I mean sure, women have their monthly business for a few days or whenever it’s convenient, at which point they likely need some additional iron so they don’t pass out every five minutes. But what about other stuff in the blood? How does that stuff in the blood affect the menstrual cycle, and how does it affect a lot of other shit that goes on down there on the girly bits? What about up top?

No…not the brains, the breasts. What’s going on with them boobs when your naughty bits are doing their monthly leak/pressure tests? Do the breasts swell? Do they get sore? Develop lumps and/or hard spots? Is it normal if they do none of those? I’m thinking displacement here. If a segment of tissue is needing some sweet sweet loving from some Iron(Fe), but there is something already occupying the space that Iron needs to occupy in order to facilitate the need, what kinds of thing happen within that region? Does the body work to displace whatever is preventing the Iron from getting to where it needs to be? But more than that, is the Iron itself now perceived as an intruder since it cannot get to where it needs to go and is taking up space that is needed for something else? I mean, we are talking transience here.

Oh btw…hi.

/me waves
^The Pixies – I Bleed^

regular_n_gon_adding_and_removing_sides

How far will a straight line bend before it starts to twist and either:

A) collapse back in upon itself;

B) wander off on less predictable path;

C) break into particulate that makes random and unpredictable appearances/disappearances;

D) some or all of that depending on locale?

Prolly basic crap for a Geometrist to ponder. But there is/are considerations to ponder with respect to observer(s) and their own orientation. I mean, let’s take that image above, and shrink it down a bit. And see if that changes anything with respect to how we observe.

At some point, you are likely going to make a decision or two as to what the safe operating parameters and/or conditions are for that torque-wrench you are designing. But I got a question…

Q: What is safe about a torque-wrench?

A: Nothing.

I guess we’ll just have to take our chances, eh?

^Horde War March^
Action->Reaction

What happens after the reaction?

What led up to the action?

I mean, the guys who made this video prolly wouldn’t appreciate someone coming over to their house and climbing on the roof.

Wait…what’s that? You’ve not watched the video that follows yet? K…well…I have. Maybe if you watch it, you’ll have an inkling as to what I’m talking about.

Or not.
^escaping from police (south london crane climb)^

giphy

Ever had a rock in your shoe?

Something that prohibited the facilitation of the more or less natural movement and/or motion of a certain part of your body, and that prohibition kinda cascaded, and effected your entire being moving in the way that you want it to move? Welp, yesterday, the Amygdala appeared on my radar with respect to “response to more emotional types of stimulus”, and the reaction(s) and response(s) that happen under these circumstances.

Q: Does emotional response via what we see on-screen affect our being in ways that we might not consider or give any thought to?

A: ¿¿?

I’m thinking any screen. Not just only phones or computers or TVs or movie screens, but billboards, t-shirts, building designs, certain types of shoes, faces, a tree.

“Smartphone Zombies” appeared on my radar this morning.

I guess I’ll get back to writing.

^Transcending the limbic system response^

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hes hot ruby

*He is that, Clicky…*

To continue reading Cade’s missive, Dear Reader, click HEAR… and have a Song 😉

 

On The Lash: Off The Leash

Enormous chair

I have had a fantastic holiday away from The Tower this past fortnight, Dear Reader. Aside from writing a Halloween story for the next Underdog Anthology, I have spent my time remote viewing, with Cade, a shit-ton of movies from my ‘To Watch’ list. To be honest, we barely scratched the surface. I’d provide a comprehensive account of them all, but to do that would take a fuck-ton of Twitter DM scrolling, and the remainder of my holiday…

*And that’s only from yesterday, Clicky… /lights upSo much good stuff… /drags…*

*Mmm, hot chocolate… /blows smoke ring… That’s a bleedin’ good movie, Clicky… /flicks Ash… They all are…*

Legs and Roob selfie catching up

*PANoptica, PAMoptica? …/draws in smoke… TiTANic TITania?*

TIT at the top is the client going the long way round

*Heh. Well, we’re certainly going the long way round, Clicky… /rolls eyes… that’s foreshore…*

Cade and Roob selfie remote viewing 5Cade and Roob selfie remote viewing 6

*Yeah, Josephine takes over her husband’s cafe and revamps it at the end of Chocolat… /drags... Calls it ‘Armande’… /plumes smoke…  after Judi Dench’s character…*

*Pivotal… /final drag… Hey, I listened to Lashy’s latest talk, Clicky… /streams smoke… and he don’t seem that interested in decoding the Mandela Effect anymore… /stubs butt… Gotta say, I fink that’s a mist ache…*

Anyhoo, Dear Reader, I’m off now to enjoy what’s left of my holiday. It ain’t over ’til it’s over, as they say… Well, you know 😉 Have a Song…

 

The E-Motion Potion

*Interesting choice of Song, Clicky… /pat snout… ‘Cos of what Frank wrote me last night in the Red universe? …/rolls up…*

Merovee Selfie with Frank and MJ 1Merovee Selfie with Frank and MJ 2Merovee Selfie with Frank and MJ 3

*/puts rollie to lips… Welcome to the Jung Gal? …/flicks lighter… Don’t. You’ll make me laugh… /lights up… and that’ll make me cough… /drags… and I don’t need the wee seepage right now, thank you very much… *

*Clicky! That’s Jeremy Irons singing… /taps ash… He’s in one the the double bill of movies Cade and I watched last night… /puffs… and what this post is supposed to be about… /rolls eyes… If I ever fuckin’ get round to start writing it…*

Dear Reader, I am on holiday now for the next two weeks. Underdog Anthology VI: The Gallows Stone – is due out for Halloween and I haven’t written anything for it yet…

Roob catches Legs up her evening 1Roob catches Legs up her evening 2

… Last night, instead of writing, I accepted Cade’s invitation to watch some movies. Well, I am on holiday 😉 We each picked a film that we’d really enjoyed watching, but that the other hadn’t seen. First up was Cade’s pick of ‘Moneyball’, ostensibly about baseball…

‘In the film, Beane (Brad Pitt) and assistant GM Peter Brand (Jonah Hill), faced with the franchise’s limited budget for players, build a team of undervalued talent by taking a sophisticated sabermetric approach towards scouting and analyzing players.’

*237 eh, Clicky? …/smokes… Kinda Shining…*

… Followed by my flick pick of ‘Margin Call’…

‘The principal story takes place over a 24-hour period at a large Wall Street investment bank during the initial stages of the financial crisis of 2007–08.In focus are the actions taken by a group of employees during the subsequent financial collapse.’

Both movies were released in 2011, and both movies were about the same things: interpretation of numbers, risk management and being first with a paradigm-shifting break through…

… Or breakout…

…And the logistics required to build something up, or to tear it down…

*Sullivan… /final drag… I spent 16 years as a PA to a Construction Logistician called Sullivan… /stubs butt… He definitely had some paradigm-shifting ideas… /streams smoke…*

I can highly recommend both movies, Dear Reader, especially if you have time to view them in one sitting. Tomorrow I shall start writing a story for the UAVI, but for tonight, Cade has recommended a horror film for us to watch. To help get me in the mood, so to speak…

*No, I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before either, Clicky… /pats snout… Now be a love and get something suitable to end with…*

I’ll be certain to let you know how the stories are coming along, but until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😀

On The Lash: Cross-Stitch Agnostic

‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’

Roob tells Cade her posting plan

*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*

Hannibal Lecture

*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*

Gnostic teacher, John Lamb Lash (JLL) has some new talks up, Dear Reader. Cade and I listened to a couple of them earlier this week…

… There are four talks, in which Lashy [and his gal pal, Ginny] refute Flat Earthers and their theories. Interesting stuff, well researched but unfortunately we only managed to get through the first two and a bit…

Crawford Query

*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…* 

‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in España in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.

‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?

‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.

‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’

Clarisse Clarifies

*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*

… Although I am currently reading JLL’s book, ‘Not In His Image’, and it’s really, very good. Inspiring, much like the bulk of his talks about the Planetary Animal Mother, Sew-Fire…

Buffalo Bills

*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*

I probably will go back and finish listening to the remainder of the Flat Earth talks, Dear Reader. If only to find out if JLL has any Terry Pratchett in that extensive library of his…

sync with a wink

*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*

It was actually my friend Poppy Sweet Pea that inspired this particular post. She’s into cross-stitch, big-time; always has project on the go.  Last night she posted a photo of her latest handiwork for Cade and I to see…

Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 1Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 2Poppy show cross stitch duck to Roob Cade and Legs 3

… And I was reminded of my favourite piece of Poppy Sweet Pea cross-stitch artwork. She made it for Legs…

Man in a mask

*Yeah, perfect for him… /beams…*

I don’t know, Dear Reader. Make of it as you will; I know I Doo 😉

Lecture Over

*Alright smart arse… Ready to finish with some music?*

… And have a Song ❤

Thule of Rhumb

*Oh I watched that film last night, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… First time. I can see why it’s considered a cult classic…*

‘The English phrase rule of thumb refers to a principle with broad application that is not intended to be strictly accurate or reliable for every situation. It refers to an easily learned and easily applied procedure or standard, based on practical experience rather than theory. This usage of the phrase can be traced back to the seventeenth century.’

*LOL, Clicky… /flicks lighter… Love me a bit of Lol in a LoL post… /lights up

Good evening, Dear Reader. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there was a major meteor occurrence toward the end of July…

‘Data from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory shows reported fireball events for which geographic locations are provided. Each event’s calculated total impact energy is indicated by its relative size and by color. The record shows a meteor traveling at 24.4 kilometers per second (54,000 mph) at 76.9 degrees north latitude, 69.0 degrees west longitude, on July 25 at 11:55 p.m, slammed into the atmosphere directly over Thule, Greenland.’

… And in this, our MAD whirled, the potential ramifications for such a happening, are scary as fuck…

‘According to the Military Times, the meteor “struck…miles from a key U.S. early warning air base,” which is home to the 12th Space Warning Squadron based at Thule, that operates and maintains the Air Base in support of missile warning, space surveillance, and satellite command-and-control operations missions. Thule is located 1,207 km (750 miles) north of the Arctic Circle and 1,524 km (947 miles) from the North Pole on the northwest side of the island of Greenland.’

… But in the context of the John Lamb Lash Sophia’s Correction narrative, it was Right on the gnos…

*Yeah, not only am I currently reading Lashy’s book during smoke breaks, Clicky… /drags… but on the 25th July, during the drought of ’76, a very famous image was taken… /flicks ash…*

I read about the mysterious meteor incident at around five a.m. this morning, before going to sleep. I mentioned it to my friend Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US, via DM in the Yellow universe…

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 1Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 2Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 3

*/drags… ‘Cos it’s the weekend innit, Clicky? …/streams smoke… “Mum’s time” as the boyz call it, when I can live in whatever fuckin’ time zone I bloody well like…*

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 4

Thule

‘region or island at northernmost part of the world, Old English, from Latin, from Greek Thyle “land six days’ sail north of Britain” (Strabo, quoting a lost portion of a work by Polybius, itself based on a lost account of a voyage to the north by 4c. B.C.E. geographer Pytheas). The identity of the place and the source of the name have sparked much speculation; Polybius doubted the whole thing, and since Roman times the name has been used in a transferred sense of “extreme limits of travel” (Ultima Thule).

‘The barbarians showed us where the sun set. For it happened in those places that the night was extremely short, lasting only two or three hours; and the sun sunk under the horizon, after a short interval reappeared at his rising. [Pytheas]’

‘The name was given to a trading post in Greenland in 1910, site of a U.S. air base in World War II.’

Cade was quite correct; there was a Thule Society…

‘According to Hitler biographer Ian Kershaw, the organization’s “membership list … reads like a Who’s Who of early Nazi sympathizers and leading figures in Munich”, including Rudolf Hess, Alfred Rosenberg, Hans Frank, Julius Lehmann, Gottfried Feder, Dietrich Eckart, and Karl Harrer.

‘However, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke contends that Hans Frank and Rudolf Hess had been Thule members, but other leading Nazis had only been invited to speak at Thule meetings or they were entirely unconnected with it. According to Johannes Hering, “There is no evidence that Hitler ever attended the Thule Society.”‘

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 5

*/drags.. Ease a clever fuck, Clicky… /holds smoke… ‘Rhum’ is a much better pun… /blows smoke rings… Must be ‘cos ease a pilot an’ can navigate… /flicks ash… Wouldn’t have occurred to me… /drags… *

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 6

*/snorts smoke… Yeah I saw that ‘rumba’ was ‘perhaps originally “the course of a ship,”‘ …/pats snout… Well spotted, Clicky… /final drag…*

Alas I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, Dear Reader, but Cade carried on whilst I slept…

Before bedtime Roob and Cade Convo 7

 

*/stubs butt… Blimey! Heraclitus sounds a bit like Lashy in his self-taught, independent approach to feel O Sophie…*

*Amazing sync… /grins… Ta fink, Sew-fire is our planet…*

Doo have a fantabulous week, Dear Reader, and, as ever… Have a Song ❤

:Ding :Dong!

LAST TIME AT THE LOL

peal (n.)

‘mid-14c., “a ringing of a bell” especially as a call to church service, generally considered a shortened form of appeal (n.), with the notion of a bell that “summons” people to church (compare similar evolution in peach (v.)). Extended sense of “loud ringing of bells” is first recorded 1510s.’

*/lights up… Weren’t Diana a Roman Moon Goddess, Clicky? …/drags… An’ ‘unting… /plumes smoke…*

In the end, Dear Reader, I didn’t write a post yesterday…

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*/grins... I see what you did there, Clicky… /drags…*

… It was far too late in the day for me to start shambling the second talk from Lashy, as intended…

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talisman (n.)

1630s, “magical figure cut or engraved under certain observances,” from French talisman, in part via Arabic tilsam (plural tilsaman), from Byzantine Greek telesma “talisman, religious rite, payment,” earlier “consecration, ceremony,” originally in ancient Greek “completion,” from telein “perform (religious rites), pay (tax), fulfill,” from telos “end, fulfillment, completion” (see telos). The Arabic word also was borrowed into Turkish, Persian, Hindi. Related: Talismanictalismanical.

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*Another beltin’ discovery, Clicky… /taps ash… by scientists re-examining the evidence they already ‘ad…*

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…So Cade and I watched Gladiator together instead, Dear Reader. I’d only ever seen the movie once before; Thoughtful Man is allergic to it. I’d quiet forgotten about the talismans…

…of the avenging General Maximus…

… And his final words…

lucy us is safe

*/final drag… Lucy-us… /stubs butt… Ooh, I wonder if Cade fancies watching that movie tonight…*

My surgical wounds are healing quite nicely, Dear Reader, so I’m back to work tomorrow. Now the insufferable heat has finally broken, perhaps conditions in the office won’t be too uncomfortable…

I do understand that these last three posts have been somewhat dense, so if you don’t have the time – or let’s face it, the inclination – to listen to any of the John Lamb Lash Gnostic talks, the bare bones of Goddess Sophia mythos are laid out as follows…

The complete scenario can be summarized in nine episodes:

1. A singularity, the potential for a unique divine experiment, emerges in the galactic center (Pleroma);

2. Two divinities (Aeons) in the galactic core, Sophia and Thelete, configure the singularity into the Anthropos, i.e., they encode template of the human species;

3. The divinities of the cosmic center collectively project the Anthropos into the galactic limbs where it can emerge and evolve experimentally in many worlds;

4. Fascinated by the possibilities of the human experiment, and compelled by a desire to be involved in it, the Aeon Sophia plunges from the galactic center;

5. Sophia’s solitary and anomalous act (“the fall of the wisdom goddess”) sets off a bizarre side-effect on elementary matter in the galactic limbs, producing the Archons, an inorganic species with a hive mentality that proceeds to construct a planetary system under the direction of a reptilian overlord, Ialdabaoth;

6. As the densification of Sophia’s energies assumes a globular, planet-like form, eventually to become the earth, a newborn sun (the Mother Star) emerges from a nebular cloud in the spiral arms and churns the chaos of the proto-planetary disk into a system of centralized orbits. The terrestrial globe becomes captured in this system of celestial mechanics. The Mother Star affects a “structural coupling” with the unique planet arising from Sophia’s metamorphosis of Sophia, so that the two bodies, sun and earth, will be symbiotic;

7. Sophia, originally a mass-free current of living luminosity, gradually solidifies into the earth, morphing into the elements of terrestrial habitat. In a final definitive condensation of Sophia’s energies, the terrestrial globe secretes the moon like a massive pearl, thus completing the three-body system, earth-sun-moon with special properties distinct from the rest of the solar system;

8. Observing that Sophia cannot manage the prodigious explosion of biological diversity she produces, the divinities of the galactic center send the Aeon Christos to configure and coordinate the instinctual life-plans of her progeny. This is the Christic intercession;

9. With the full metamorphosis of Sophia into Gaia, the living earth, humanity emerges as a unique part of her experiment but without knowing how it is so. Thus, the “mistake” of overriding cosmic boundaries leaves Sophia in a dilemma regarding how to achieve her “correction,” that is, the coordination or harmonization of her experiment in the galactic limbs with its origin in the galactic center.’

*Yeah, you’re probably right, Clicky…*

See you in August, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤

6 Years Ago Today: Ring Any Bells? Anyone?

LAST TIME

Friday 27th July 2012 saw the Opening Ceremony of the XXX Olympic Games in London, Dear Reader. Nerves were twanging, excitement was high and the heat? Well, that was certainly oppressive.

Would we fuck it up? We’re bound to fuck it up. We are a nation of fuck ups after all…

*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*

… Or are we? I wonder…

“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”

John Lamb Lash, ‘Proof of the Charlotte Working: White Goddess Power is Lethal

*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*

*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*

After my post LoL posting snooze yesterday afternoon, Dear Reader, I got in contact with my good friend, Cade – he lives in Texas; they’re 6 hours behind. He’s very kindly been keeping me company whilst I convalesce from my unexpected surgery…

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*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*

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*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*

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*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*

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*/stubs butt… What a fabulous movie that is, Clicky! Very yellow… /taps teeth…*

*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*

Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…

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… And I highly recommend it. Hopefully, Cade and I can watch Ed Wood tonight, Dear Reader. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow but until then… Have a Song… 😉

 

Shamble-Strzok: When Robbin’ Peter to Pay… Appalling!

Dear Reader, did you realise ‘Strzoksounds likestruck‘? I’d seen the name in print but not heard it being pronounced until recently…

*A shambles is a magical tool… /lights up... as well a meat market, Clicky…/plumes smoke… Excellent Song choice btw… /drags… Works on so many levels…*

STRZOK Mandelson look

*Eww… I’m I the only fucking person that finks he’s the spit of Peter Mandelson? … /flicks ash…*

Robin Strzok

*Alright, I’ll get on with it, Clicky… /rubs face… Cor, you got sum fins on ya luv…*

Yesterday morning, Dear Reader, I read that Adrian Cronauer – the real ‘Good Morning, Vietnam’ DJ – had died…

Adrian Cronauer, who served as inspiration for Robin Williams’ breakout character in the 1987 film Good Morning, Vietnam, has died in Virginia aged 79.

‘Like his eponymous character, Cronauer was a radio presenter in Saigon in 1965 and 1966 known best for his enthusiastic early morning greeting and penchant for playing rock’n’roll tunes to raise American troops’ morale during the Vietnam War.’

… I mentioned it to Cade when I got home from work, a couple of hours earlier than normal thanks to wondrous invention of FlexiTime…

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… The choice of evening’s entertainment had been made: a triple bill of Robin Williams flicks. In the first, ‘Good Will Hunting’, he played a doctor, who was still in mourning for the death of his wife…

*Lovestruck… /puffs… Kudos for the baseball striking bat clip, Clicky…*

… Followed by ‘The Fisher King’ in which he played a former teacher at Hunter College, sent mad and homeless by the murder of his wife…

*Huh, he gets struck with a baseball bat at the end of the clip… /blows… You know, Clicky, Jeff Bridges plays a DJ in that film?*

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…And finally topped off the early hours of this morning with ‘What Dreams May Come’ – a line in ‘Hamlet‘ – in which he plays another doctor, this one dead and in heaven, mourning the suicide of his wife…

*/clears throat… And sum funderstruck at the end of that clip…*

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It struck me, Dear Reader, that Robin Williams essentially played the same character in our little Friday evening movie-fest. A widower motivated by the deepest love felt by a husband for his wife…

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*/final drag… Okay that’s enough, Clicky! …/stubs butt…*

Dear Reader, have a great weekend and… Have a Song 😉