Well, my dear left wing friend, I don’t need to go clean up after yesterday’s protest. Because as I was leaving, I saw the veterans and other anti-Marxist protesters cleaning up all the rubbish before they ended the protest.
*You back from the park, Clicky? Good, I’m writing a post. You can help…*
Earlier today, Dear Reader, I had a comment caught in the Spam trap over in the Red universe of MEROVEE. I thought I’d take the opportunity to get a screengrab, so that you can see what I saw when I posted the comment: the bare bones, or the skeleton of it so to speak. Kinda like an X-Ray image…
*Oh brilliant! Frank’s freed it… /lights up and smokes… Looks different in the flesh…*
It is true, Dear Reader: the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I are in the midst of remote viewing the fantastic Wes Cecil’s series of 16 talks on the His Story of Feel O’Sophie…
*Too fuckin’ right it’s epic, Clicky… /drags… I wonder what Cade makes of it…*
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I dunno if “the usual” will Doo here RooBee. If I segue into Brick Top’s speech from the movie ‘Snatch’ regarding the disposal of dead bodies utilizing pigs…
…and then try and explain how that thought connects to a Tweet regarding Tony The Tiger…
… and Netflix hero Joe Bling The Tiger Dude + his nemesis utilizing tigers to dispose of her allegedly murdered husband’s body?
…It might not make sense to anyone reading. Not to mention that 1) your own Tweet about hats is still buzzing around in my brain…
Combat? Protocol(s)? Covers? When it is/is not appropriate for military personnel (or non-military) to remove one's cover/hat? (or keep it on)https://t.co/EWK1zrdJYS
… and 2) Merovee Frank’s comment about fractals has me to thinking about utilizing less-liner, non-linear and perhaps even non-repeating geometric shapes for more accurately measuring speed(s) and distance(s).
Top all that off with the thought of Hillary Clinton potentially being tapped to be Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidential running mate?
… There’s some creepy shit going on. It’s really fucking with my ability to focus on thinking about why Dark Matter may sometimes coalesce into more dense concentrations, and sometimes disburse into less dense concentrations. More than that, pondering the recognizability of Dark Matter, as Dark Matter, when in various concentrations. Wondering what divisibility has to do with size/scale. And not to make this mess any more confusing, however…
Since we are contemplating what “light speed” really means to an object that is traveling at only 5 miles per hour, may as well bring up discrepancies in the measurements of time.
“More recent estimates, he noted, put the total number of human cells at anywhere from 15 trillion to 724 trillion, and the number of gut microbes at anywhere between 30 trillion and 400 trillion. Which gives a ratio that can best be expressed as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.”
Seems it could be anywhere from 45 trillion to 1.124 quadrillion, so to let’s just take a median-ish type thing and say our human body/bodies has 250 trillion microbial and microscopic thingies inside of each one of us, and let us think like an accountant might. Let’s think in terms of “man hours” with respect to aggregate:
250,000,000,000,000 seconds/per second;
250,000,000,000,000 / 60 = 4,166,666,666,666.6666666666666666667 minutes per second;
4,166,666,666,667 / 60 = 69,444,444,444.45 hours per second;
69,444,444,444 / 24 = 2,893,518,518,518.5 days per second;
2,893,518,518,518.5 / 365 = 7,927,447,995.9410958904109589041096 years per second;
7,927,447,995 / 100 = 79,274,479.95 centuries per second.
Now, the fact that my own body ticks off 79 million centuries per second is jarring enough. But if there are indeed close to 8 billion people on this planet?
79,274,479.95 centuries per second * 8,000,000,000 = 634,195,839,600,000,000
634+ quadrillion centuries tick off, every second, of every day, within humans alone, on this planet. That’s a lot of time, in almost no time at all.
Last night, Dear Reader, UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson, suffering from the Coronavirus, was admitted to the care of the ICU team at St Thomas’ Hospital…
"We're all working together to implement the plan that the prime minister set out" On #BBCBreakfast Michael Gove MP explains how government will continue while Boris Johnson remains in intensive care. More here: https://t.co/wPyxFl5itGpic.twitter.com/Ys9U6HUmwT
*St Thomas’ was where Nanny Shewan died, Clicky… /plucks cig from pack… I didn’t realise it was originally named for Thomas A Becket… /flicks lighter…*
*Yeah, Jacobi and Lindsay were fuckin’ awesome in it… /lights up and smokes… Butt the ‘ospital was renamed for dowting Thomas after the Reformation…*
… At the same time, Cade and I were remote viewing together a really very interesting documentary about Osiris, Christianity and Gnosticism, and the lost Gospel of Thomas, rediscovered in 1945 at Nag Hammadi in Egypt, featured heavily…
*/flicks ash… Hang on, ‘Orace? …/deep drag…I fink he meant ‘Orus, Clicky. You know, the baby on the Isis/Madonna lap… /streams smokes… Although ‘Orace does rhyme with Boris…*
… There was no mention whatsoever of the Aeon Sophia or the ‘Fallen Goddess Scenario’ in the documentary, although self proclaimed ‘Gnostic teacher’ John Lamb Lash, did appear in it briefly. Twice…
*A selfie and a faceless woman with a Caesarian section scar… /touches Caesarian section scar… Now that was fuckin’ weird to see, Clicky…*
… Anyway the upshot was that there is only the Nag Hammadi Codex left ‘cos the Roman Catholic Church eradicated the Gnostics and destroyed pretty much all Gnostic teachings, thus controlling the Christian narrative…
*Heh! Terry Christian fronted ‘The Word’…*
Terry Christian is so toxic now. I can't see him ever working in media again.
O Cristo Redentor foi iluminado, nesta quarta (18/3), com as bandeiras dos mais de 150 países com casos de coronavírus. Na ocasião, o cardeal Dom Orani Tempesta e o padre Omara Raposo rezaram o Pai Nosso
*Aren’t we always? …/tilts head… Until Dear Reader turns up that is…*
Hello, there, Dear Reader, glad you could join us. The Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I have been enjoying a spot of remote viewing this week, totally enthralled by the fantastic, but all too short lived TV space/western, Firefly…
"O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in ’t!" The Tempest (V.i.) Snake's Peerhttps://t.co/yF0k1Gy5gIpic.twitter.com/FcfsKUmfW7
… Last night’s remote viewing on the other hand was completely different. First up, the third installment of a synchronicity series Cade and I have been following on Youtube…
… Followed by an incredibly interesting documentary that had appeared in my Youtube ‘Recommended’ section earlier in the evening. Whereas the Hindsight 20/20 video chappie complained of an abundance of information, so much so that he couldn’t possibly show it all, the documentary laid out the history and leading characters in the development of mankind’s perception of ‘Information’…
*Ooh, now that is interesting about time… /stubs butt… it’s not the doc we viewed though, Clicky. Stop messing about…*
*Yeah, you’re right. Apols, Clicky… /pats snout… Now play the fucking video…*
*Thank you… /flicks lighter… I guess… /lights up… in fiction, information can go back and forth in time, even as time is moving forward…*
*Heh. That’s Susan, knot Tiffany, Clicky… /stretches… Well, I fink this shambles is dun wiv me old China… /smokes contentedly… Best get a song to finish it off…*
Thanks for stopping by, Dear Reader, and enjoy the rest of your we kenned. It might turn into a long one 😉 Have a Song…
‘In Wuhan, a steel-gray sky hung over the melancholy day of Li’s death. An impromptu memorial of flowers, a black-and-white photograph and singed cigarettes — a stand-in for joss sticks — formed at the entrance of the hospital where he had died.’
*Simple butt powerful though, Clicky… /Lights up… Ironic considering smokers are made to stand out… /drags… side…*
late 13c., “gum or other substance producing a sweet smell when burned,” from Old French encens (12c.), from Late Latin incensum“burnt incense,” literally “that which is burnt,” noun use of neuter past participle of Latin incendere“set on fire” (see incendiary). Meaning “smoke or perfume of incense” is from late 14c.
incense (v.1)
early 15c., encensen“to arouse, inspire,” from Old French incenser, from Latin incensare, frequentative of incendere“set on fire,” figuratively “incite, enrage, rouse” (see incendiary). From mid-15c. as “to provoke, anger.” Literal sense “to heat, make (something) hot” is from c. 1500 in English but is rare.
incense (v.2)
“to offer incense, perfume with incense, fumigate (something) with incense,” late 13c., encensen, incensen, from incense (n.) or from Old French encenser (11c.), or directly from Medieval Latin incensare.
This week, Dear Reader, I have been incensed. Why? Lots of reasons. I should have known from the start…
For this past week, Dear Reader, my good buddy, Cade, and I have indulged ourselves in a spot of remote viewing. Three Brad Pitt movies on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and a thoroughly entertaining dose of ‘Dredd’ on Thursday…
… There was also the General Election on Thursday, and we remote viewed the results, as they came in through the night, via Yoot Oob…
‘In last week’s Mail on Sunday, after a month and a half travelling from Bolsover to Canterbury, St Ives to Chingford, Wrexham to County Durham, I predicted that Labour’s vaunted Red Wall was on the brink of collapse. I was wrong.
‘It didn’t collapse. It was smashed into a billion pieces. Atomised by the arrogance, ideological blindness, self-righteousness and viciousness of Jeremy Corbyn and his cultish followers.
‘When first elected in 2015, they inherited a battered but proud and functioning party. By the time The Absolute Boy made his graceless resignation speech in the early hours of Friday morning, all that was left was the political equivalent of the Manson clan.’
*Did you know that Dan Hodges… /lights up… can only see out of one eye? …/drags… Son of a double Oscar winning star… /plumes smokes… Great flick, Click. Surprised the fuck out of me…*
*Ha! I loved the credits on that too… /smokes… There’s been no Red Apols! from Labour either, Clicky, for their wankish policies or spiteful attitude toward voters for rejecting them…*
*You’d think! Government needs a strong and credible opposition to keep them straight, Clicky… /flicks ash… A thorn in their side, but this rump Labour lot…*
On Monday evening, we remote viewed Brad Pitt in ‘Seven Years in Tibet’. It was much better than I thought it would be…
*You know what they say about people in glasshouses, Clicky? …/thinks… There was also a full moon on Thursday… /drags… An’ then there’s de bussy… /blows smoke rings…*
… And on Tuesday evening, we partook of Brad Pitt’s new space flick, ‘Ad Astra’. That was more of a curate’s egg of a movie…
*/final drag… Corbyn’s willful blindness. Check… /cough… Dan Hodges is a one eyed son…*
*Yeah, there was a definite touché of class about the election result, Clicky… /stubs butt… *
…I can, however, highly recommend ‘Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’ to you, Dear Reader. Cade and I remote viewed that on Wednesday evening and it is possibly the most loving crafted ‘Fuck You!’ movie from Quentin Tarantino yet. Seriously good…
*Nice try, Clicky, but that wasn’t in the movie soundtrack. Go get one that is for us to end this shambles on… /pats snout… Off you pop…*
And that, Dear Reader, was the remote viewing week that was for Cade Fon Apollyon and myself. It was a lot of fun andthe Labour party got an immense kick in the butt. Perfecto! 😀
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