As promised, Dear Reader…
… Today we have a sparkling new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US, to rattle our noggins, stimulate the grey matter…
… And tickle our fancies on another lockdown Friday. Enjoy! 😀
This is the point in the blog post where the reader likely gets confused about who is writing what. Lemme break it down for ya…
(Somewhere in NE Texas, USA)
(Somewhere in SE England, UK). She wrote above.
I am writing here.
She’ll write some more towards the bottom when I’m done. Then she’ll format / edit the whole mess and publish it.
Clear? Yee Haw!
Clarity is a damn delightful thing.
^Hee Haw show open^
Manifest debtstiny. Care if I make an observation regarding destiny being debt? Sure appears to be capable of being twisted that way.
The first thing you are gonna need to do is create a debt which cannot be repaid. Of course, you’re going to need to be in a position of power in order to manifest this debt, but power can sometimes be a matter of timing. Being aware of the existence of a certain set of circumstances which will allow you to assume a position of power whether you actually have one or not. And whilst you are planning and plotting how to create an unrepayable debt, might wanna give some consideration to the concept of satisfaction. A debtor cannot believe that the debt can be satisfied, and as a result achieve some satisfaction themselves by repaying the debt. Satisfaction is viewed as freedom, and freedom is not what we are aiming for here.
Your debtor needs to believe…wait, scratch that…not believe…your debtor needs to know, that this debt which they have been saddled with, is eternal. We humans have a romance with the eternal. I’d imagine the right amount of tickling on that “eternal” bell that we all have, whether good stimulus of it or bad, should keep your quarry confused enough that it won’t matter why the bell is ringing. What matters is, it’s ringing. If you keep the pressure on, they’ll have no time to make a distinction.
^Matt Lange – Morbidly Obese (Redacted Mix)^
Whheeeeee dogies!!! That was a helluva way to start out a “missive”, eh? I guess round about a year and a half of listening to people piss and moan and having to watching stuff burn and be broken will bring out the dark side in even the happiest of motherfuckers (like me). And yes, I consider myself a happy motherfucker. Do you doubt me? Wanna fight over it?
Irrespective of where one stands on these lockdowns and restrictions and whatnot, there is a weird something lurking in the background. I can’t see it yet, but it’s there. Olds and news are entangled, and both are fighting like hell to get their way. Growing pains of the currency markets is where my intuition keeps leading me, and I’d imagine that some are quite terrified at the retribution that will almost certainly come if “the wrong entity” comes out on top. No one likes to be throttled, which is exactly why certain interests throttle the hell out of everyone else…they know that people don’t like it. But if the worm turns? Yeesh…slave becomes master, master becomes slave, and at least one of those sectors who is “transitioning” ain’t gonna like what the result is.
^Cocteau Twins – Great Spangled Fritillary^
On the up side, I wrote a poem last night. I’ve forgotten it already, but it was about trees and the seasons.
Particularly, the poem was a life that likes certain parts of the cycle, and dislikes others. In this case, a tree that likes the Spring, dislikes the Fall and Winter, and plans and plots during the Winter months how to create leaves that will never fall and withstand anything and everything that nature throws at it. Question is, do trees really dislike having to shed their leaves? Or is that simply an assumption that a human and/or certain humans might make about trees due to our own projections. I mean, fuck, trees on the equator or in some tropical area, the leaves stay green always…right? And even here in Texas, ever heard of the Live Oak? Evergreens? Pines? Magnolia? These fuckers have to work their asses off year round, no rest, and the factory has to maintain a steady state. There are no typical seasons. There is life, and there is death, and that’s the only seasons it knows.
Q: Is it possible to know the season “death”?
We can see it, we can flirt with it, we can maybe taste it a bit, we can romanticize overcoming it via reincarnation or salvation of some kind, but can we who are alive actually know the season called death? I’m gonna have to stop writing here for a bit and give that one a think.
^Silver Bullet – Bring Forth the Guillotine^
That “first ever space hurricane” was something to see, yeah?
Bet you didn't see that particular “space hurricane” coming.
^Notaker – Airlock^
I can see people getting jazzed over actually seeing a something. We’ve been hypothesizing and theorizing and conjecturazingadingdonging over anything and everything for a long time…just never seen it with our own peepers. Which begs the question, what might blind people think about all the noise we sighted folk are making over this space hurricane? Technically, we ourselves were blind to space hurricanes until only a day or so ago. Or at least, some might have you believe that.
The solar minimum has been coming for about 4 years now. The jetstream over the USA has been wonky as fuck for about 7/8 years. The gulfstream is now said to be getting wonky as well. The poles, they wander. The north pole has been speeding up its northern migration for quite a few years now, but we already knew that it was moving north. We’ve even theorized that the poles flip from time to time without really understanding what dynamics might be in play to cause this. We also know that our planet wobbles, and that someday, Winter in the Northern Hemisphere will be warm, and Summer in the Southern Hemisphere will be cold. We know that our continents migrate, mountains and oceans rise and fall. We’re also quite aware that vortexes are a very real thing just about anywhere and everywhere in nature. Anything and everything wobbles, shakes, spins, vibrates, bends, breaks, cycles and every other fucking thing, so why is it that this particular “storm” is so shocking?
(no pun intended)
My money would be on upper-atmospheric lightning/red jets/blue sprites types of things. That and maybe relocation of mass/elements, electrical power generation, high energy devices, and human generated electromagnetic radiation. Why? Indications are, that we’ve been here before.
You? Perhaps not.
Me? Perhaps not.
Yeah, lotta evidence poking its head through the veils of time that we’ve indeed been here before.
^Cocteau Twins – Know Who You Are At Every Age^
Speaking of goings on in space, does the following video look fake as fuck to anyone else? I get that technology is improving, and especially as it relates to optics and cameras, etc.. But the whole damn video looks weird, and when you get to 6:16? 6:16 to 6:26 just looks…wrong.
Maybe it's just me.
^ Watch SpaceX Starship SN10 launch and stick landing!^
This is gonna be a strange observation/revelation, but I’m gonna submit that never before have I heard Elizabeth Fraser’s voice. I’ve likely heard most if not all of the Cocteau Twins’ catalogue, and yet, it just occurred to me that I’ve never heard her voice.
The bit about her “selling her lyrical notebooks to Austin University in Texas” was interesting.
^Elizabeth Fraser talks about her lyrics^
This is one of the few songs that I actually kinda know some of the lyrics for.
Yeesh. Now, what kind of thought processes inhabit a man which cause him to marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, ad-infinitum? More than that, what drives a person to write a song/song lyrics that reference such a person? Oh, and if you wanna actually listen to the song Bluebeard by Cocteau Twins, look it up your own damn self. I’m currently creaming in my pants over this song below that I stumbled upon only recently.
^Paul van Dyk – Nothing But You^
During the course of this lockdown thingie..have you given any thought to the concepts of prostitution and mercenaries? What about cancer and gingivitis? No? Might wanna factor those in. Give them a think as they relate to the goings on. Remember…asymmetrical warfare. That’s what appears to be going on here. The occult appears to be at work too. Loads of unconventional stuff. Abstract. Hearts and minds via metadata. Put the passive survival instincts like caution, care, morality and any form of thought to sleep, and awaken the active survival instincts like hopelessness and desperation. Those who cling to independence or any form(s) of the old edifices and paradigms must be turned. They must forget about the past, stop thinking about the future, and be reliant upon the day. This, is how you rewrite history.
^Beatrix – Cocteau Twins^
Got it all figured out have you, Mike? You got General Motors squared away, you tamed school violence, cured global terrorism, fixed the medical industry, cured Flint’s water problems, and now you want to take on the 10th Amendment and presumably the entire US Constitution. This wouldn’t have anything to do with California…
I mean, as a filmmaker, you’ve likely got a pal or two out California way. Easy enough for some of them to pull your chain and get you to bark a bit about what they don’t like irrespective of your own feels. It’s fine and dandy for California to be its own little fiefdom, but any other state?
Nah...can't have it.
Destroy Texas by any and all means necessary, and California can keep on keeping on being the leading (and only) asshole by doing its own thing. Kinda makes sense tho…a single body having two or more assholes?
Something for you to chew on whilst you are being all contemplative about who owns and controls what.
Wait…did Michael Moore just say that “the vaccine” was both “precious” and “ours”? Meaning, mine?
It's mine, my own, my precious.
Hrm. I’m not exactly a fan of Lord Of The Rings, but that is a glaring wave. A strange resonance to all of that.
^It’s mine, my own, my precious^
This does not set a good standard for those who are trying to overcome adversity.
Who you were, may not be exactly in line with who you are and/or who you are trying to become. And this “cleaning up your timeline” bullshit? Deleting anything and everything that others might find offensive just so you can unlock some kind of achievement and get that little checkmark by your name?
If there are stumbling blocks in my path, I wanna know where they are, and I want to identify them myself as best I can. If there are mines in my meadows, I want little flags there reminding me not where to step. I am my own engineer. Don’t need some fuck coming along and laying a live mine on top of one that I’ve already disarmed.
Looks like there’s been some loss in interest over landmines/active minefields. I wonder if The Washington Post lost interest due to nCoV-2019 coming onto the scene. A shift in focus due a more clear and more present danger? Trump is out of office afterall, and all is well.
^The Prodigy – Mindfields (Keimax Remix)^
Just me, but this deep diving bullshit/retroactive is like shaming someone for having some kind of physical difference or being unique in any way. Some scar that creeps you out. Cover up that blemish. Hide that deformity. I want to see only that which is aesthetically pleasing to me.
Hrm…I wonder where this current quest for purity might lead. In truth, it could be that the thought police are more concerned with the immediacy of being out of a job. Can’t justify the expenditure if the service is no longer required.
^deadmau5 / Reduction (Original Mix)^
We all have legacy bullshit to deal with.
Not everyone is gonna look into the etymology and/or history of things to find out their origins. And even if they do, there’s no telling how an individual is going to handle what they find.
Rumor was that motherfucker right there’s lineage included Jewish blood. Can you imagine being one of the worker bees in the Nazi hive, only to have it come to light that you’re playing for the wrong team? Might cause a bee to morph into a honey badger just to survive.
Talk about minefields...yeesh.
One attaching themselves to some edifice of purity is just asking for a smack.
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Official Audio)^
Really fucking weird that this word has appeared on my radar several times in recent weeks.
I guess it goes along with the purity and shaming vibes that have been so pervasive as of late.
But why wouldn’t such a word be prevalent during this “global pandemic”. You’ve got those who are fighting to get to the front of the line, and you’ve got others who are either struggling to keep up or who are being left behind and/or omitted completely. And, hey, speaking of lifting weights, that reminds me…you ever seen a picture of Lou Ferrigno when he was a kid?
Who is to say when a flower might bloom. Or under what conditions.
^Judas Priest – The Sentinel^
Congratulations are in order as RooBeeDoobieSista has been accepted into the Super Subsonic Scribbling Scribblers and Sugary Sweet Snowcone Sippers or some such. Don’t have any idea as to what they are about really, I only know that when I first tumbled into the current leg of my journey, that I started seeing their logo thingie here and there. Since most of the stuff that I was encountering at the time centered around the occult, the hidden and/or spiritual kinds of jazz, I just kinda shrugged it off and thought…”meh, more cultist nutjobs publicly advertising their secret existence”.
Weird what one considers “par for the course” based on what is happening in one’s own life. But I just feel it necessary to point out that this was around the same time that I first bumped into RooBeeDoo, whom I encountered on the now defunct Synchromysticism Forums (more creepy cultist stuff).
N E ways...
…nice that she’s gotten noticed by someone I guess and I hope that it adds to her already wonderful being. She’s a great writer, has a fantastic eye for nuance, tolerant, patient, knows who she is, and makes really poor choices in home footware…she’s a complete weirdo: what’s not to like?
Hopefully my bullshit contributions to her blog won’t get her kicked out. Anyway, enough about me…
congrats young lady.
Maybe this’ll eventually lead to landing you a writing job at The Echo.
^Christopher Tin – Baba Yetu^
^REZZ x knodis – Premonition (Official Music Video)^
*Not those sort of fancies, Clicky… /licks lips… Mmm, cake…*
*Correct… /stubs butt… Special edition, innit…*
Enjoy your we-kenned, Dear Reader and have a Song ❤
This is a the whole story of a ‘sync’ that Cade Fon Apollyon and I shared, Dear Reader, and I’ve invited my BFF to help tell it. Last night a news story popped up on my Twitter feed about a sinkhole incident…
‘Two houses have partially collapsed after a sinkhole measuring 10ft (3m) opened up on a Manchester street.
‘Four homes were evacuated on Wednesday evening after the hole appeared on Walmer Street in Abbey Hey, Gorton.
‘Fire crews returned hours later after the front of two of the empty properties crashed to the ground.
‘United Utilities said it was dealing with a collapsed sewer but was investigating all possible causes including the recent heavy rain.’
… ‘Walmer’ and ‘Gorton’ looked like interesting words to me, so I decided to look them up…
Can only speak for myself with respect to black holes, but my first introduction to the ones that science talks about is via a Song by the Canadian rock group Rush…”Cygnus X-1 Book I: The Voyage”. Was off of their A Farewell To Kings album, and the album had only just been released, so I guess I was 9/about to turn 10 at the time that I first heard it. I can say that the song and its related concepts instantly “synced” with me because I’d been chasing whirlpools my entire life up to that point. Here, wicked thunderstorms and its associated flash flooding are common, the drainage back then was quite bad, and one of my entertainments after the lightning stopped and we were released from our hiding places was to go look for whirlpools in the receding water(s).
Q: In the year 2021 AD/CE, why would “black hole syncs” suddenly appear between myself and someone who is 4,776 miles away?
A: Could it be that a storm is generating them?
Me and Roob kinda talked about this last night, and I’ve no desire to steal her thunder because I have no idea what she has planned for this post, but thinking that maybe perhaps the reach of a something is beyond some localized and more or less isolated something that is easily and/or more readily identifiable. To relate, there is supposedly a super-massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I had a theory that there was a black hole at the center of our galaxy when I was in 6th grade, but I was told that was impossible/I was nuts. I looked at pics of the Milky Way, it occurred to me that something had to be driving all those stars moving, and that something at the center had to be driving it. I was told however that black holes eat things. Well, fuck…maybe the black hole at the center of our galaxy is more cat-like. It plays with its food before it eats it?
I'm feline a digress-type thing coming on.
Thing is, if there is a something driving a something else, where does and do those things start/stop? Meaning, if there is a something at the center of our galaxy that is driving the movement, aren’t all the celestial bodies within its grasp merely extensions of the driving force? To go even further, wouldn’t all the galaxies merely be extension of eachother?
As to whether or not I in fact really was sitting here for several hours pondering flooding issues in Yorkshire a coupla nights ago?
Yeah, I was.
^Lesson 8 – Adventures with Bernoulli – Demonstrations in Physics^
… The search for ‘Walmer’, Dear Reader, turned up an interesting sink/cinque homophone, but the search for ‘Gorton’ turned up an entirely weirder sync altogether…
… I was pretty sure that Cade had mentioned Admiral Byrd to me only very recently, and so I started to scroll back in time…
To be honest Roob (and Clicky), I’ve mentioned Admiral Byrd quite a few times probably. Any time it seems contextually accurate to do so anyway. That story about Byrd flying into some sort of portal, meeting the inhabitants of Agartha, then popping out of the portal at the North Pole? That’s some weird shit. Not to mention that none of that craziness appears in any of the official accounts. Oh sure, there’s some weird shit associated with Operation Highjump, but I don’t recall ever bumping into anything “official” regarding encounters with intraterrestrial beings nor 0th dimensional portals.
OH! Speaking of intraterrestrial beings and aliens or whatever, yesterday, I looked for some information on “ride disasters” here at Six Flags Over Texas. Been doing some thinking about hauntings at amusement parks, and it got me to thinking of all the stuff that I recall hearing when I was a kid. There is a ride here that was formerly called “The Cave” or “The Cave Of Spee-Lunkers” that I recall hearing a story about where someone was bitten by Cottonmouths/Water Moccasins multiple times on this particular ride…The Cave. I couldn’t find anything about any such thing happening, but I did find this…
The music is a recreation/not the original, but after listening, it sounds pretty close to correct as far as I recall as I rode that ride many times over many years before they changed it to the Looney Tunes stuff it is currently themed to. Aliens, living underground, doing their thing.
Ya think it could be said that the bacteria and viruses and other assorted things living inside of us are “living underground”? I mean hell, supposedly my heart and soul and spirit and all that jazz is inside of me, so is the entirety of “me” living underground?
Waves of weird, break upon the rocks of my consciousness.
^Biosphere – Novelty Waves (Biosphere Darkroom Mix)^
*What? We talk, like, a lot…*
… For just over ten minutes I scrolled and couldn’t find the article on black holes that I’d post to Cade. I gave up and tried to explain my thinking from my memory of it, in regards to the Fallen Goddess Scenario narrative I’d heard from John Lamb Lash…
… And decided to undertake a thorough search of our DM timeline today…
Hey…not to change the subject too much, but have you noticed all the yadda yadda recently about banality and especially complacency? Seems like both sides of the political spectrum are trying like hell to energize/motivate the middle. Which is damn weird after an election. But, I expect this QAnon crap and the subsequent US Capitol bullshit means that some room needs to be made for various migrations between the major parties. Dunno how many conservatives of both the fiscal and social varieties even remain in the Democratic party, and not sure where the social conservatives in the Republican party would even go, ‘cept to maybe some new party. And what is it that got me to thinking about all that rambling crap? Welp, one word in your second to last sentence…”harvesting”.
Would they be harvesting? Or harnessing. Is there a difference between harvesting energy and harnessing energy?
Seems like a black hole would require a harness before a harvest. That means workers of some type are needed for the enterprise.
HARVEST BLACK HOLE JUICES!
MAKE BIG MONEY!
CALL BR-549 TODAY!
I’m the type of idiot that would sign up for a job like that. What the fuck else am I gonna do?
I wonder if I could write/send letters in close proximity to a black hole. If so, who would I write, and what would I even say?
^Joakim Karud x Dyalla – Wish You Were Here^
*So, some kinda rube? Interesting, Clicky…*
… Having finally located my DM posting and thus the article, Dear Reader, two things struck me:
“Black holes are commonly surrounded by a hot ‘soup’ of plasma particles that carry a magnetic field,” explains astrophysicist Luca Comisso from Columbia University.
“Our theory shows that when magnetic field lines disconnect and reconnect, in just the right way, they can accelerate plasma particles to negative energies and large amounts of black hole energy can be extracted.”
Comisso‘s new work – co-authored by physicist Felipe A. Asenjo from the Universidad Adolfo Ibáñez in Chile – provides a new prism for glimpsing how energy extraction from a spinning black hole could work.
… Light and Commission from crime. Lashy constantly mentions ‘the crime’. And then, I noticed that I’d posted it to Cade the previous Friday, to within 8 minutes of the exact same time I posted the sinkhole story to him last night. 8 minutes…