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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.
Not smart thinking.
I mean, who wants to be a kid?
Also, who wants to be labeled as insane?
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.
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.
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.
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’.
*Okay, Clicky, I’ll try… /rolls eyes…*
*Yikes! …/lights up and smokes…*
*The other one was pretty good as well, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
*No, I shit you not, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… It’s quite auspicious…*
I guess I can start off by remembering that 2017 was the year that I discovered surgical mesh was likely to blame for the exasperation of some existing physical issues, and it was around the time of the eclipse that this revelation occurred. And yeah, upon reflection it would seem a bit fortuitous that this particular wad of twisted and twisting surgical mesh is indeed in my solar plexus area. Three years later, skin is still coming off by the bucket-load, muscles continue to unwind and cramp, feeling in my extremities continues to come and go, and revelations and discoveries abound. One of the more recent being that my Achilles Tendons both seem to be…absent.
A: Something tells me that the massive calloused pads on the heels and balls of my feet hold some answers.
To be fair, my hamstrings also disappeared, but that was something I noticed. In fact, I’m not the only one that noticed. A girl I went to high school with (who just so happened to run track) one day pointed out to me that I had some mighty quads, but no hamstrings. We both looked at/examined my legs further, and I’ll never forget the look on her face as she saw the same weird looking deformity I was seeing in that my hamstrings seemed to have disappeared. They were gone. Not there. Years later, my orthopedic surgeon noticed the same, but he noticed something else going on back there. Story for another time.
I’ve got a playlist on my YouTube page of 15 short videos I took of the August 21st 2017 eclipse, and they were meant to be a humorous look through inexperienced eyes at a celestial phenomenon. What it means to have one’s eyes opened, what it means to learn, and maybe how one handles the realities of learning some confusing and potentially unpleasant shit.
Whilst I’m not claiming any specific knowledge, I have learned quite a bit over the past decade or so about the potential impact(s) of celestial goings on and how these goings on may affect life in various ways. Fine-tunings of the galactic clockworks and how we as individuals fit it. Still digging, still learning, still failing miserably at virtually anything and everything, but still going. Not a fucking clue how, nor why, but yeah…still going.
Prolly should stop reflecting and talking about myself so goddamn much and pass it back over to that loopy cunt Roob.
*Cade’s so sweet, Clicky…*
Funnily enough, the thing that’s concerning me most, and has felt like a punch in guts, happens to be the thing Cade first wrote in his missive of 21st August 2017…
Not the biblical character, Job, that Cade mused over but my actual job, the thing I do to earn money and how I earn my keep. In August 2017, I’d just landed a job locally as a Personal Assistant, having spent the whole of 2016 unemployed. Hooray! But by the New Moon on the 18th August I may no longer have a job, or worse, I’ll have one that I’ll absolutely hate because of a dreadful restructure, deemed necessary by the higher echelon in the organisation. All because they fancy a pool…
*We’ll be a pool of comfort women, Clicky… /cough… ‘Cept, you know, providing administrative relief to all and sundry…*
… Like a return to the 1950s…
*Thinking about it, Clicky. Thinking about it…*
And on that sour note, I’ll pass you back to Cade.
Its all amalgamation and capital. And down sigh zing/redud dancy. The new New walks upon the dust from the bones of the old Old. Which I find ironic considering that a lot of government entities seem to be so fucking lost that they are returning to old ways. Going “old school”, if you will. And speaking of, sure are a lot of council jobs been advertised in The Echo as of late. Not that I read the Southend paper or am looking for jobs in Southend or anything, but perhaps your local Council is tightening its belt in certain areas so it can achieve bountiful proportions in others?
One of the very first things I did upon starting this re-watch with you was look up the word “hooplehead”. Wanted to find some definitive meaning for usage in this context of usage in the show. I mean yeah, lots of context clues, and everyone knows what a hoople is, but hooplehead? I always assumed it was some arcane slang pejorative in reference to an individual perceived to possess a child-like understanding. Some naive someone who is still playing the children’s games and is not “in the know” and not part of the grander schemes and bigger plays. Someone who is somewhat…under the protection of…their own ignorance. A sort of halo. or maybe a certain light or aura that an individual exhibits. But ya know what I found? Hooplehead…supposedly didn’t even exist until HBO’s Deadwood created it.
But not so fast. Lets pull back on them reigns a bit cowboys and cowgirls.
Been chewing on these thoughts for some time as it relates to shapes generated by orbiting bodies, such as the mandala-esque shapes the planets and other bodies generate over time, and what meanings they may have to someone on the outside looking in. Specifically, is it possible that the orbits of planets are indicative of a system’s current level of development. Maybe even indicative of whether or not life exists within a particular system, or maybe even if a particular system is slated for development or even destruction? A stellar clock of sorts which maps out time and times that we are just now learning how to read and understand.
I digress again
Needless to say when Molly McCord mentioned certain entities being under some kind of protection and Richie Rich and all that other jazz in her astrological talk yesterday, it was kinda jarring because it was right in line with some things I was already actively pondering. Of course, she eventually wandered off into some dark realms and seemed to think that evil people are under the protection of evil forces. But I personally am wondering about “good” people. What is protecting them, why, and is there some kind of indication that they are…untouchable, as it were? Afterall, no one wants to known as someone who engages in sport or combat with unworthy opponents. That would be unfair.
*There was something Al said about Dan’s fight with the Captain, Clicky… /thinks… What was it?*
(Cut to Al’s office as Johnny knocks on the door)
Al: Yeah? (Johnny enters)
Johnny: I wish you’d look in on Dan, boss. Not for being poorly as… down.
Al: Johnny, some shit’s best walked through alone.
Johnny: Dan’s killed people before. You have too. But neither’ve been solitary after.
Al: A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their eyes. It’s just you left and death.
Johnny: So that’s why Dan wants to be alone.
Al: He knows where to find me. (Johnny nods and turns to leave) Sit down. If you want to. (Johnny turns and shuts the door, sitting down in a chair. He sits there looking around for a bit, as Al is leaning in the balcony door. Finally he turns to Al)
Johnny: What’re… ..what are we waiting for?
Al: To see what kind of hell breaks loose.
Whilst I was editing your Wiki wavy wall above, Cade, so that a new window opens upon clicking, Thing 2 or Loopy-Lou, sitting off to my right, was telling somebody online that “This Halo will be the last”…
*/stubs butt… That’s real-time syncing, Clicky. Shame nobody believes you until they experience it for themselves…*
Belief is a weird thing. Some, may have no knowledge of the ride nor what any consequences of riding may be, and they may even not be aware they are on the ride. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, avoid the ride altogether and are content in their choices. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, ride the ride anyway and may or may not regret having done so. Some, are not sure whether the ride will or will not suit them, and they may or may not ride the ride out of concern for the consequences of either outcome. Some, are aware, but have no choice as to whether or not to ride the ride. Doesn’t matter whether they want to or not, and it doesn’t matter the outcome. They are where they are. Belief is irrelevant. Proof is irrelevant.
All that to say that we’re all of us in various states of development and/or decay. Some are sharp, some are a bit slow on the uptake, some may be wishy-washy as hell and mostly wander around in a non-committal type daze. Maybe being aware of how we react to one “type” or another may help us learn about ourselves and where we actually may be lacking. Like, as far as relating goes. That which brings comfort to ourselves which is borne upon the wings of the discomfort of others, has a null and empty quality to it. Almost a hunger embedded in the satiations and dissatisfactions which necessitates a repeat of the experience. Maybe we get stuck in loops for a reason.
Apologies for wandering off the deep end. Just wondering aloud what it may mean for one to be satisfied. We are talking about some quite esoteric bullshit, and many have likely only barely scratched the surface with respect to knowing and understanding what all could potentially be entailed in this and these processes. There’s lots to know. Lots to think about. Sometimes its difficult to condense and share for purposes of relating.
*You think I should go there, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Alright then…*
Back to the subject of personal reflection on the period of time since 21st August 2017, it was shortly after the eclipse that my interesting in Lashy’s Gnostic teachings was rekindled with his ‘Decoding the Mandela Effect’ series on YTube…
… One of the things Molly McCord said about of the New Moon in Leo later this month was that it will bring new narratives, new stories. As a writer and co-editor of the Underdog Anthology series of books, this was of great interest to me: any cosmic help in developing new story ideas, is welcome. Since the 2017 eclipse, 9 separate anthology volumes have been published and another is scheduled for this Halloween. I need to get my thinking cap on…
I’ll pass back to Cade for some final reflecting…
May your thinking cap for the upcoming book be a fucking fabulous one Roob. 🙂
Me? Imma put my reflecting hat on for a bit longer.
As far as reflecting goes, 2017 was a weird year for me. Difficult in talking about some of it without talking about all of it, as parsing the tale tells nothing. That said, I do recall heading out to the National Cemetery not long after the eclipse to see my pop and older sister. Early September. A bird had shit on dad’s tombstone. Musta been a fucking Pterodactyl based on the size of the splatter. A shitty exclamation point on a shitty year? Maybe. But I didn’t think that then and I don’t think it now, so now I’m gonna have to question why I’m reflecting other than I’ve been instructed to do so by an astrologist who tells me the time is right for doing so.
To be fair, I’ve been in a reflective state pretty much this entire year. Am not writing, can’t think straight, having trouble remembering things, under quite a bit of pressure, few writing ideas, and what few there are I cannot hold onto. It would be easy for me to say that the hope that I lost in early 2017 was regained in late 2017, but that ride from December 2017 to December 2019 has began to crumble under me. However, I don’t really feel like anything is crumbling. Shifting maybe, but not crumbling. Prolly because I’ve got other things going on that fill me with hope whilst everything else simultaneously goes to shit? No idea. Been a damn strange year, and a lot of people seem to be completely filled with some anticipation of total collapse. But not me. Can’t say why I’m not filled with fear and doubt, but I’m not.
This “Lion’s Gate” stuff is strange because August 8th is forevermore gonna be a weird day for me personally. Pop was born on August 8th in 1941, he died 8 days before my older sister’s birthday, and my older sister died on August 8th in 2013. If any of that means anything, I have no idea what it is outside of the obvious. Not anything I can share anyway. Mom is Taurus, dad is Leo, older sis is Sagittarius, younger sister is Gemini, I’m a Scorpio. My older sister was the son my father never had, my younger sister was born on Father’s Day, and I’m just kinda in the way. Hanging out. Chillin’. Dodging the bullets I can dodge. Fairly middling, kinda plain, nothing particularly special about me ‘cept I’m sickly as hell and allergic to every fucking thing on the planet; doing my best to be okay with all that. Not sure what else it is I need to be doing. Although if anyone could fuck up something as seeming simple as reflecting, I prolly can. Still, sometimes just kinda seems like people are being nosy whilst appearing to be discreet. Guess sometimes you just gotta take shit on faith, hope for the best, all whilst preparing yourself for a royal ass-fucking.
*Can you go find a suitable Song to end on, Clicky?*
*No, the post is far too long to get into all that. Just the Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… And try and find sumfin that evokes reflections on rippled water. If it exists…*
*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.
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.
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.
Spiritually pissing, into the spiritual fan. Maybe you are a fan of golden showers.
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.
Sounds like Musk has taken the worst from other corporations, and aggregated them in his own corporation.
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
Grass is greener gets more red.
Grass is greener gets more read.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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!!!
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.
If “this” = “that” then
If “dead” = “rising” then
Do “grab gun and aim for the head”;
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…*
*/smokes… Well, it’s ready now, so go on, dive in…*
*Oh dear! …/rolls eyes…*
Some days you just cannot get away from.
Mondays, Fridays, bad days, good days…
they’re written in ink…
maybe even etched in stone.
Some days circle back and hit us again and again.
Today is one of those days.
! HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY 2020 !
Such a grand day here today, and fully representative of a day you plan, plot and prepare for, the anticipation and the excitement builds…
and then it rains
Yep, storms all last night, and today it’s cloudy/overcast, cold, and non-stop drizzling rain. A great day to be outdoors.
Hang on for a second readers…my conscience is speaking to me.
Today is also something else?
Something even more important than Memorial Day?
Something that may be more important than any other day of the year?
Holy SHIT! What in the hell could possibly be the most important day of the year?!?!?
Oh yeah! Now I remember!!!
Really didn’t forget her birthday, just didn’t know really what to do for it. Ya see, doing some writing for her is about all that I can really do, and that kinda sucks because she has to edit it.
“HEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HERE’S 10 PAGES OF NONSENSE FOR YOU TO EDIT!”
Not exactly the most…appealing…of birthday gifts. But at the same time, this isn’t supposed to be something for me, it’s supposed to be something for her, and for some reason she enjoys wading through my mess(es). My happiness is irrelevant. So, here it is. My present to her.
And yeah, on the conspiratorial calendar, it would appear that “kidnapped children on Mars” appears to be an actual thing…
Kidnapping “resources” really isn’t anything new tho, so the kernel of the idea really isn’t that much of a stretch. Loads of places in the world where kidnapping and hostage taking is a way of life. A way to make a living. Ransoms, slavery, human trafficking, indentured servitude, credit card agreements, mortgages, promissory notes, non-disclosure agreements, EULAs, information collection, employment agreements, pledges of allegiance, oaths, vows, promises, swears, all kinds of ways of putting someone exactly where you want them in order to form a money making enterprise and/or maybe a power structure of some kind.
With you at or near the top of course
Is it really possible that someday people are going to be shipped to Mars?
Sure seems that way
As to why the trip is being made? Welp, that kinda depends largely on the individuals with the money to make the trip. What they do there when they setup shop? No idea. But you must approve of it in some way. You are funding them afterall. You devote your time to perform labor for others in exchange for money, you exchange that money for goods, and that money then goes into hands which can then do whatever in the fuck they want with it. Who are you to tell people what they can and cannot do with their money? If you don’t want them having “pizza parties” on Mars with kidnapped children, then don’t fucking fund the enterprise that’s planning on hosting the party.
They’re humans like you, and they have the same limitations as you. The only time they don’t, is when you empower them to be able to do things you cannot. How in the fuck do you think Christopher Columbus got the bread to fund his expedition? King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella of Spain, that’s how. Although we here and now do not live in times of kings and queens in the same ways as in the past. We do things a little differently, and who funds ventures, and how they are funded has changed a bit.
You wanted your piece, and you got it. Problem is, you have to attach yourself to someone else’s coattails to get your piece. But yeah, you got yours, and now they want theirs.
WHEW! This conspiracy shit is fucking nauseating. The places the mind has to go just to point out the obvious? Fucking nauseating.
The shit you stumble across, too, is all over the map.
meta meta meta
I was taking a shower last night, and a certain song popped into my head for some reason.
Weird because the song is only tied to Milton Berle via the music video, and some may be familiar with the song but not the music video. Today, I see this…
Aberrant…behavior…in rodents. Specifically, rats. Hrm…pandemics, and rats. Sounds familiar. Flea circus? S-Pi. Like, spy, spies and spying. Attracted to the darkness. Which, does light that is attracted to and absorbed by the darkness, become darkness? Or does it remain light, ‘cept maybe in a different state. Meh…I’ll get to that and similar thoughts later.
Lots of talk about this nCoV-2019 thingie being a scam. Those who think as much are not wrong in that there are likely to be elements to it which are very much a scam. Red herring(s), false flag(s), diversionary tactics, maneuvering tactics, inflationary tactics, deceptionary tactics, opportunism…
its a goddamn gold rush
Lies being woven right into, and intertwined with, the very same reality where truth(s) also exist.
You didn't read a single one of those definitions...did you?
So now that this lockdown thingie is winding down, the second wave of opportunists are rushing in to get theirs. Unravel the mysteries of the whole, in order to get to the truth. Wait…my bad…you’re looking for lies, not truth. Lies are likely not a good place to find truth. Looking through the lens of lies to see truth?
The possibility exists that you may just be going about this the wrong way.
Lots of silence. Occasionally interrupted by a strange banging noise. Almost like someone kicking a hibernating machine in order to get it going again.
Dunno if this will make things more clear or more fuzzy, and I also dunno if anyone is even interested, but I thought maybe I’d do a little more on this “outward uniform symmetry from a central point” kind of thought which I talked a bit about in the previous missive. Meaning the bit on how in the fucking hell a certain element could develop simultaneously in distant and remote sectors of space. This is likely a bad idea. “Explaining yourself” is almost always terrible thing to do.
Fuck it. Let's do it
Mainly what I’m thinking is that maybe our ideas about distance(s) always being an accurate component of time. Perhaps some areas of space are older than others, and I’m talking proximate stuff. For example our galaxy is say…10 billion years old, but Andromeda (which is kinda close to us) is 105 trillion years old. Sounds impossible, yeah? Welp, there’s that thing about not only galaxies speeding up, but also that they are supposedly running away.
What if, this acceleration were nothing more than a universal method of gaining momentum. We are talking about a fucking shitload of mass. Perhaps in order for an entire galaxy to achieve the momentum required to preserve its mass/energy and/or be economical with its mass/energy, it kinda has to go the long way round in order to gain or maybe even lose momentum. Again, we’re talking about an entire galaxy, and that’s a shitload of mass and a shitload of energy.
Perhaps a galaxy needs to be on a collision course with another galaxy, but in order to do that it has to go out on this long and seemingly convoluted journey in order to intercept. Or maybe it needs to actually avoid colliding with another galaxy. I’m also thinking that perhaps there are some galaxies which may contain life, maybe some that don’t. Beyond that as to which is/is not expendable?
Not a clue
We here have some pretty bizarre ideas as to when and what life is and is not expendable.
Prolly sounds a bit too…”intelligent designy”, eh? I admit I honestly don’t know what to make of either side of any Intelligent Design nor Creator type of debate. Science is burning, smashing and slamming the fuck out of stuff all the time in order to get some mileage out of some available resource, so not sure why that tendency wouldn’t potentially have a much longer timeline than just and only the past few hundred or even past few thousand years, and also not sure of why such behavior would be relegated only to Earth/Terra. Maybe I personally am so fascinated by the concept of ‘The Big Swirl’, that its impossible for me to understand how ‘The Big Bang’ could work on its own.
I know the town that I live in isn’t that old. There’s a lot of things here that are much older than this town tho’. Might be a several hundred year old European painting here, maybe some Greek sculptures there, a book. a meteorite, a bone, no telling what. The road out front is new tho. The house is pretty old, the roof is new, and parts of the roof are even newer than the new roof thanks to a storm. Old trees out front, a new tree out back.
How in the hell is all this new and old stuff in such close proximity, and who and how is age determined?
Some days have passed since writing the above, but Roob pointed me towards Merovee today, and a comment there caught my eye regarding
“positrons traveling backwards in time”.
This got me to thinking again about the previous missive, my expansion upon those thoughts here, and I related something to Roob on Twitter regarding some of the more abstract time and times which exist in the same space and spaces at the same time.
“An old man wearing a new hat whilst walking his new puppy along an old path skirted by both young and old trees at the start of a new day at the end of a week in the middle of a month that falls at the beginning of the year in a new year at the end of a decade at the beginning of a century.”
One has to kinda question the age and ages of matter and energy itself. Lotta things to think about tho’. How these things developed, when, where, the concepts of old and new and relative to whom, etc.. Also loads of rules within Science telling us what can and cannot be done, and you have to play by those rules if you wanna play at all. Like a traveler abroad, gotta speak the language if you want to communicate. Kinda ironic that only this morning, a video appeared which seems to hover around the very topic of rules. Imma see if Roob wants to watch it with me.
That thing there is heavy on the math, light on context, devoid of explanation(except mathematically), and all but abandons the original-ish ideas first proposed in the video.
But hang in there
Maybe think of “the blackbody” as the pupil of your eye, and your eye as “the box”. Then kinda keep your eyes peeled for that “split” between classical physics and quantum physics. I guess the ears might also qualify somewhat as blackbodies. You might even be able to think of all kinds of blackbodies on your body, and if you spend a little time, can likely also think of lots of blackbodies in your own external environment(s). Now all you gotta think about is why certain things might wanna go there.
If “deceptionary” is not a word, it should be.
If “deceptionary tactics” is not a concept, it should be.
Things sometimes seem to “synch” backwards. You have all these weird ideas (like all of the writing above), then something happens to where everything you just thought about/wrote about over the course of several days comes together in weird ways over the course of a coupla hours. I don’t really wanna say “premonition”, because it doesn’t feel like a premonition at all. It’s also not a vindication because it doesn’t feel like that either. Just a strange meshing of certain cogs as seemingly incompatible wheels meet in time.
That’s all I got for now.
Hope your birthday was a great one RooBeeDoo.
The Love Bug image in your post was pretty good.
Perfect, in fact
*There you are, Clicky! I’ve been waiting ages…*
*Yeah, the wavy walls was immense… /stubs butt… No, you stay there, Clicky – I’ll get a Song to finish the post with…*
*Oh hey, Clicky… /waves back… We ain’t gotta social distance, you daft dolphin, come ‘ere. Wot’s that you’ve got?*
*Ugh! …/streams smoke…*
*Agreed. Smokers ‘ave been made to social distance for fucking years, Clicky… /sighs…*
*Oh, we’re definitely entering the.. /coughs… Fat End of the operation, Clicky…*
*She didn’t mention the fat shaming and the green energy peddle-power, Clicky… /sniffs…*
*Oh, the Surveillance State is already ‘ere…*
*You got that right…*
*No, what’s hidden behind the curtain, Clicky? …/final drag…*
*Smokers in the Blue universe already knows the benefits… /stubs butt… We’re at the sharp end, Clicky…*
*I guess a mountain does look like a pyramid, and a pyramid looks like a wedge…*
*Mmm… have we got any jelly and ice cream, Clicky?*
*Nevermind… /lights up…*
*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.
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.”
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’.
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?
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…
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?
Or maybe even
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.
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.
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).
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…*
‘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.’
*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…
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.
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.
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…
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).
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Mary K Dick, eh? I wonder if she's related to Phil
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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