*Ugh, the man’s a fool… /grimaces…*
*/rolls eyes… Enough, I don’t need to see it again..*
*I said enough, Clicky…Wait… /flicks ash… Hmm, purple is my colour…*
Today is my birthday, Dear Reader, and I am now 54…
*Years old. Too fast, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… Xenon and xenophobia share the same root…*
I don’t have an awful lot to say on the subject of my birthday, so here is Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil from Text US, with a brand new missive…
What if…Eden happened…because time ran backwards.
Supposedly, when a species goes extinct, the population is whittled down until only a few remain, and ultimately, there’s only one left. Or maybe two, then one, then… two… then…
Might indicate there is some creepy fucker lurking in the shadows.
There’s a lot to think about there. What is primary on your mind tho is probably what I meant by “some creepy fucker lurking in the shadows”. Well…why don’t you yourself give it a think. We are supposedly smart, sentient beings, and even tho our planet will likely someday end, our universe is supposedly infinite, so why don’t you think for a moment as to what it would be like if time ran not only forwards, but backwards. Or at least, downwards? Then maybe backwards.
I’m not being fatalistic here. What I’m thinking about is more the birth of the Universe than the end. There are those that believe that not only have we been here before, but we shall be here again. I’m…not exactly on-board with that theory, but I understand it a bit. And the mechanics behind this theory is kinda where I started this post with respect to Eden happening because time ran backwards.
Question is, does anything ever change through the iterations?
Singularity, Big Bang, Expansion, Contraction, Big Crunch, Singularity, Big Bang, etc., etc.. Does such a loop really imply some sort of precise exactness in the iterations?
Welp, I’d say no. Especially if decay is a thing, or even if change of any kind is a thing, or even if…addition is a thing. Any sort of change or annexation of matter from the previous iteration would, I’d think anyway, result in some change or changes. And of course if the exact same amount of mass was arranged differently in an iteration, I’d think that too would result in some changes between the previous iteration and the current. Might also affect future iterations unless of course there was some “master” something that kept track of the iterations. That’s a mind-bender in and of itself.
Where would such information be stored?
I dunno if I’m looking for a master here, but there sure as shit seems to exist some mastery.
!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROOBEEDOO!!!
Yep, Roob is 101 or so years old today
(give or take)
Many happy returns to her.
I dunno how to add a song here without getting too mushy, but she’s almost certainly a lady, and I’ll just go with the first song that popped into my head.
This rather short something was started back on April 27th of this year, and as you can tell, I didn’t get very far. Life sometimes intrudes, the now has arrived, and I think I’ll keep this one simple and just stop here. Sorry for appearing lazy, but I don’t want to burden Roob with some massive rambling something for her to have to format on her birthday. You’re just have to pick up the slack for me by leaving a load of comments and possibly engaging in discussion.
Have a lovely Towel Day, Dear Reader and… Have a Song… ❤
Why is it, Dear Reader, that high-profile scientists in the Mainstream Media sound more like preachers?
*Exactly, Clicky. It does my head in…*
*Why’d they do it, Clicky?*
*Ah, wealth and power and fame, of course…*
*Another Unelected Flying Official fond of preaching…*
… Cade Fon Apollyon, who is not a scientist, has never claimed to be a scientist and certainly doesn’t have any money, power or fame, but asks a ton of pertinent questions and makes astute observations, has sent through a missive for us, dealing with the subject of UFOs.
Well, hello there.
How is your world treating you? I have no idea what your answer might be, but for the sake of a happy and joyous world, let’s pretend you are doing well.
Let’s start off with some math, yeah?
5 has 7 base components, not 5.
1 1 1 1 1 = 6
The 5 individual parts, and the sum of its parts = 1.
But there’s a hidden seventh property there that most may not take into account…0.
When something is, nothing leaves.
Something, displaces, nothing.
If that nothing does not exist, neither can something. There’s nowhere for the something to go.
Q: Does this mean that there is not 1 “nowhere” or “nothing”, but 2? Maybe even 3? Maybe more?
This gets me to thinking about the concept of “possibility”, and also the concept(s) of “possibility” over time. Why a something cannot exist at one point in time, but for some reason can exist at another point in time. Or maybe why a something could exist at some point, but for some reason can no longer exist. How things line up in such a way that time either allows or prevents a something from existing. I really need to ask another question here…
Q: Is it possible that the tumblers of time turn in such a way that allows or prevents certain things from being known?
A: Pretty far out thought, eh?
Albert Einstein is famous for many things, but one of those things is said to be a statement he made whilst on a walk with a student named Esther Salaman…
“I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts, the rest are details.“
– Albert Einstein
I want to know...His...thoughts.
Welp, what if (regarding what Einstein wanted to know) God hasn’t thunk those thoughts yet? Or what if God thunk them so long ago, that even God has forgotten what in the hell they were thinking? Or at least, the thoughts are so old that it takes a bit to pull the information up in the databanks, which in “God terms” is about 538 average human lifetimes? Al may not be around long enough to get the answer(s) he seeks. Or maybe God and Al just weren’t on the same wavelengths at the same time(s). On different timelines, and as such, they just flat couldn’t understand each other.
This is where my Monday started…
After watching, I realized I’ve seen this video before, but this is prolly the best quality video I’ve seen of it. Kinda strange that the object appears black for most of the vid, but the silver can be seen on the top left of the object as the airplane moves past and the object moves out of view. Looks like a balloon to me, so, I stated as much.
More than that, I started doing some digging to see if I could see what the average high-altitude wind speeds are like down in Colombia, and I found something really REALLY interesting.
(BTW, don't you just absolutely love intensifiers? Aren't they really REALLY cool?)
In that document, I saw reference to the afforementioned “really REALLY interesting” something.
BiPAM...Biotic Pump of Atmospheric Moisture.
Now, where my mind was when watching the UFO video above was thinking about the multiple dimensions of time that exist in a high-altitude environment as the winds move, shift and shear. But what that BiPAM thing got me to thinking about was something I hadn’t given a whole lot of thought to regarding why air moves…displacement.
Moisture moves in, air moves out.
Moisture moves out, air moves in.
Typically, convective activity is thought of as being the primary driver as to why air(s) move. Warm air rises, cool air descends, and when the two tangle, there’s all kinds of eddys and other crazy movement(s) of air in the sky. But what we’re talking about here is the movement generated when one gas displaces another gas. Liquid water evaporates, and as it rises, it displaces gases in the atmosphere causing the atmosphere to move.
Something else that caught my eye in the tweet/tweet comments was the vagary of the alleged place of occurrence…Colombia. The name, Colombia, is potentially vague.
If one takes homophones into consideration, and also considers bad spelling, it gets even more muddy.
Seems nitpicky, yeah?
Welp, your opposition is gonna be nitpicky as fuck. They are gonna slice and dice and nitpick the living shit out of anything and everything, so, why are you not nitpicky on yourself? Maybe think of it like training for a marathon or something. If you are nitpicky on your own shiz, others are gonna be nitpicky for you. And you don’t want that, now do ya?
Do you have any idea what “roll-rate” is? Me either. I think it has something to do with how many doobies a fella or lady can roll in an hour. But in the event I’m wrong about that, lets see if there are any aircraft out there other than the Douglas A-4 Skyhawk, Northrop T-38 Talon, Extra 300 or Sukhoi Su-31 that can achieve a roll-rate @ or above 720° per second.
Oh, and in this video that follows, pay particular attention to the aircraft just after take-off when he starts rolling the plane. See if you can count the number of rotations whilst watching the timer on the video to see how many times he’s rolling per second.
One thousand one.
Just to give an idea of what a 720° roll-rate means, that means by the time you read that, two full revolutions occurred. That’s pretty fucking fast. Doing two complete revolutions in a single second?
I flew an aerobatic plane that had close to 360° per second when rolling in the direction of the propeller spin, and about 270° per second when rolling against the propeller spin…not as fast as the planes above, but still pretty fast. Especially when it’s your ass that is actually strapped in the plane.
I’ll not go into the dynamics of why a plane might roll faster with the prop rotation rather than against, but you are likely wondering why in the hell I’m talking about roll rate. Welp, if you just so happened to read that tweet above about the UFO sighted from the cockpit, and then you watched the video that I posted in response showing an airplane passing near a weather balloon and what the encounter looked like from the perspective of the balloon, you might just notice that the gondola thing hanging off the balloon which carries the camera, is spinning. In one shot, you see the plane approaching, the camera turns and the airplane leaves the frame as it roars the fuck by, and a few seconds elapse until the airplane comes back into frame and it is already well downrange.
The question that I asked myself is, can we interpolate as to how far the airplane is away from the balloon when we first start to hear it, and how much distance the airplane covers between the time that it leaves the view/returns to the view. At this point, you may be asking yourself a question…
Q: DUDE!!! Why in the FUCK do you care how much distance is covered by the plane when it is out of view?!?!? The fucking video has the speed of the aircraft right the hell on the video screen!!!!!
A: Oh rly?
Lemme ask you a question…
Q: Is that readout of the aircraft speed groundspeed? Airspeed? Indicated? Actual? Calibrated? True? Is it radar data? GPS data? From the aircraft? From a ground station? From some 3rd party estimation? Is it an amalgamation/average of multiple sources? If so, which?
Was the video creator able to get telemetry data from some flight following service, and if so, what does that 402kts/462mph @ 38,000 feet really mean?
Speed over the ground <> speed through the air.
Speed through the air <> actual speed through the air
140kts @ 5,000 feet MSL <> 140kts @ 35,000 feet MSL
We are afterall talking about things which are moving relative to each other. The balloon is moving between 30 and 40+ miles per hour relative to an airplane that is moving 400+ miles per hour, both objects are subject to the wind(s) but not necessarily the same exact winds, so in order to better understand how and why things move as they do, we need to at least somewhat understand these environments that they are moving in.
One last thought on that, our atmosphere is basically a planet in and of itself that is surrounding and circling another planet made of rock/dirt/water/etc.. Like water, air is a fluid, and its movement can be janky af and moving all kinds of different directions in a relatively small space. An object, subject to the wind (like a balloon) may make a sudden and erratic appearing move because of some something in the atmosphere acting upon it. An updraft, a downdraft, some swirling eddy or vortex of air where cool and warm air have suddenly met up and decided to tango, some mass of invisible moisture moving through, no telling what is actually going on in that space around our object.
Also, I think it important to point out that unless a UFO or extraterrestrial craft is somehow suspending the laws of physics at all times and at all attitudes and at all altitudes, I think it highly likely that high-altitude UFOs are likely to behave differently than low-altitude UFOs if for no other reasons than the density or the air and/or how the wind currents change as altitude changes. A craft suddenly going mach 20 at a coupla thousand feet or below is prolly gonna start generating lightning bolts, thunder, then instantly burst into flames because of the friction with the air, but at high-altitudes it might take a few before it started to glow and then eventually burst into flames.
Just some stuff to think about is all.
You will have had to have watched the preceding video in order to somewhat understand the references above.
Delta-winged aircraft notwithstanding, I’ve been under the impression for quite some time that triangle-shaped and/or “pyramid” shaped UFOs were quite commonplace. Cigar, saucer, triangle, and on very rare occasions, globular…that’s pretty much it as far as UFO shapes go. There’s that new-ish “tic tac” thing, but even that is still pretty much cigar shaped.
So yeah, new nomenclature on an existing something.
UFO sightings have jumped during the last year…probably because of the pandemic?
Um…the previous video opened with that statement, and they did so with some embedded type of knowing as if one explained the other. People don’t look up even when they are allowed to go outside. How in the hell do they figure people are now looking up when they are unlikely to even go outside or when they can’t go outside, and are especially unlikely to go outside during those times when UFOs are most likely to be seen; i.e. night.
I'm gonna be scratching my head on that one for a while.
UFO sightings have jumped during the last year, probably because of the pandemic. I honestly do not see what one has to do with the other. ‘Cept maybe people are bored at home and just making shit up since they don’t have anything better to do.
Or of course a concerted effort on the part of certain interests in order to provide a distraction or diversion from um…other stuff.
A drop of blood leaves your heart.
It then heads to your anus, circles your anus, then returns to your heart.
Your heart smells like ass.
Or, fart...your heart smells like fart.
On the upside, your downside smells like heart.
All you witchy and warlocky and other mystical types need feedback I imagine. You need to gather intelligence to ensure that your spells, hexes, curses, blessings, etc. work, right?
Is that what crystal balls, familiars and the like are for? Gathering intelligence? Or do you rely solely upon human intelligence from colleagues, customers, patrons, toadies, etc., and basically have your own spy networks. And whilst we are entertaining goofy questions, what happens in the event of a misfire, stray round, bad intelligence/coordinates or even a some defect in the payload?
You prolly have some token from the target, a book or shirt or lock of hair or used snot rag or whatever, you fire off your spell, but what if there is some unseen dynamic that causes the spell to go completely off course and nail someone unintended. Some bystander gets whacked with 7 years bad luck, or their dick falls off, get cervical cancer, go blind, hair falls out, lose their job, a piano falls on them, their plane crashes or whatever…do you just chalk it up to “well, I missed the target, but the person that got zapped was probably guilty of something, so, meh, no biggie.”?
Guessing that you now need to fire off another round since you missed the target the first time.
Ever heard of carpet bombing? Might look into that. It’s messy as fuck, unlikely you’ll actually hit the target unless you get lucky, but you’ll possibly at least take out something that was important to the target. Maybe something they cared about. The downside is tho, now you’ve got a war on your hands.
Something really weird about witchcraft is that I don’t recall ever hearing about something like “an all-hearing ear”, or “all smelling-nose” or “all-touching finger”, or even an “all-thinking brain”. Sure the “all-seeing eye” is quite famous, but why doesn’t that thing come with some headphones so ye can hear what’s being said. Or at least come with some subtitles functionality. Watching a silent movie ain’t gonna do you much good unless you’re just looking for craters in a post action photo-reconnaissance/bomb damage assessment kind of way. Prior to action, just seems like you’d want more than “sight” based things in order to more accurately carry out your mission. If you aren’t the best at lip reading, you might have a really clever target mouthing “elephant stew” over and over again to throw you off. And also, we’re currently living in a time when face-masks are all the rage, so how the hell you gonna know what your target is saying?
Another thing that I wonder is how exactly is it that “witchcraft” figures it can remain more or less neutral, as if it is somehow outside the bounds of anyone and anything else. It could be argued that witchcraft is basically the equivalent of a weapons manufacturer, you sell your shit to warring parties, they shoot the shit out of each other, and you do have at least some culpability. But in witchcraft, the practitioner takes more of an active role in the delivery of these weapons. Kinda like a weapons manufacture that is also a mercenary/soldier for hire. Sure you have no ideological attachments to this specific conflict, but you are participating in it. Which, that brings up one of another two points I just thought of.
1 – you actually do have a vested interest in the conflict. You have a vested interest in all conflicts, otherwise, you wouldn’t be practicing the arts you are. There is some reason and/or reasons as to why you are hiring out your services
2 – where is the oversight regarding your actions? Surely even the most practiced and senior of magical types, themselves, have a someone that is senior to them. I don’t give a shit if you have to stumble through the list of every angel, demon, imp, god, goddess or other deity both known and unknown …you… answer to someone. So, who is it, and how far to the allow you to stray before they give you a smack? Or I guess in some cases, the further you stray, the greater your reward might be.
Sure…I get it…your weapons have peaceful and practical applications too. Humanitarian types of stuff. Stuff that is beautiful or uplifing. I guess this is how you justify the art. You figure that you somehow remain more or less being beyond prosecution for your role(s) in conflict that results in damages/loss. Prolly why persecution of witches or practitioners of magic/magick/majick or whatever is so prevalent throughout history. Nobody likes someone else having all that power. They want it for themselves. Eliminate the middlemen / middlewomen / middlewhomever, and nothing stands in the way of your getting everything for yourself.
Q: Is this why supernatural folk or supernatural entities or whatever always seem to hang their hats way the fuck out in the fringes?
A: ó?¿? ó
Swamps, caves, gnarly parts of some gloomy forest, high places, low places, dangerous place, anything remote as fuck and/or hella difficult to get to.
Any idea why, The Pope, of all people, would be for… a totalitarian regime?
Would be for… systems, infrastructures and procedures that would lead to a one-world government?
Would be for… anything that put all power into the hands of a single entity?
Yeah, I can't figure it out either.
I’m completely baffled. Nothing at all indicating any leanings towards any such thing. I’m stumped.
Maybe you can figure it out.
You Ufologists are gonna be in deep shit when and if personal automated aerial-vehicle transport becomes a thing. Imagine a good chunk of current automotive traffic suddenly filling the skies because everyone has traded in their cars for some air-transport something.
lolz...what a mess.
You UFO chasers will never see another UFO ever again. Not a “real” one anyway.
*Gotta attract and keep a congregation, Clicky. Certainly sounds like the Media are peddling a religious cult of science to me…*
If you have any questions or astute observations to make from today’s missive, Dear Reader, please feel free to use the comment section below. We can’t promise you any answers, though you will get a reply 😉 Have a Song…
As promised, Dear Reader…
… Today we have a sparkling new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US, to rattle our noggins, stimulate the grey matter…
… And tickle our fancies on another lockdown Friday. Enjoy! 😀
This is the point in the blog post where the reader likely gets confused about who is writing what. Lemme break it down for ya…
(Somewhere in NE Texas, USA)
(Somewhere in SE England, UK). She wrote above.
I am writing here.
She’ll write some more towards the bottom when I’m done. Then she’ll format / edit the whole mess and publish it.
Clear? Yee Haw!
Clarity is a damn delightful thing.
^Hee Haw show open^
Manifest debtstiny. Care if I make an observation regarding destiny being debt? Sure appears to be capable of being twisted that way.
The first thing you are gonna need to do is create a debt which cannot be repaid. Of course, you’re going to need to be in a position of power in order to manifest this debt, but power can sometimes be a matter of timing. Being aware of the existence of a certain set of circumstances which will allow you to assume a position of power whether you actually have one or not. And whilst you are planning and plotting how to create an unrepayable debt, might wanna give some consideration to the concept of satisfaction. A debtor cannot believe that the debt can be satisfied, and as a result achieve some satisfaction themselves by repaying the debt. Satisfaction is viewed as freedom, and freedom is not what we are aiming for here.
Your debtor needs to believe…wait, scratch that…not believe…your debtor needs to know, that this debt which they have been saddled with, is eternal. We humans have a romance with the eternal. I’d imagine the right amount of tickling on that “eternal” bell that we all have, whether good stimulus of it or bad, should keep your quarry confused enough that it won’t matter why the bell is ringing. What matters is, it’s ringing. If you keep the pressure on, they’ll have no time to make a distinction.
^Matt Lange – Morbidly Obese (Redacted Mix)^
Whheeeeee dogies!!! That was a helluva way to start out a “missive”, eh? I guess round about a year and a half of listening to people piss and moan and having to watching stuff burn and be broken will bring out the dark side in even the happiest of motherfuckers (like me). And yes, I consider myself a happy motherfucker. Do you doubt me? Wanna fight over it?
Irrespective of where one stands on these lockdowns and restrictions and whatnot, there is a weird something lurking in the background. I can’t see it yet, but it’s there. Olds and news are entangled, and both are fighting like hell to get their way. Growing pains of the currency markets is where my intuition keeps leading me, and I’d imagine that some are quite terrified at the retribution that will almost certainly come if “the wrong entity” comes out on top. No one likes to be throttled, which is exactly why certain interests throttle the hell out of everyone else…they know that people don’t like it. But if the worm turns? Yeesh…slave becomes master, master becomes slave, and at least one of those sectors who is “transitioning” ain’t gonna like what the result is.
^Cocteau Twins – Great Spangled Fritillary^
On the up side, I wrote a poem last night. I’ve forgotten it already, but it was about trees and the seasons.
Particularly, the poem was a life that likes certain parts of the cycle, and dislikes others. In this case, a tree that likes the Spring, dislikes the Fall and Winter, and plans and plots during the Winter months how to create leaves that will never fall and withstand anything and everything that nature throws at it. Question is, do trees really dislike having to shed their leaves? Or is that simply an assumption that a human and/or certain humans might make about trees due to our own projections. I mean, fuck, trees on the equator or in some tropical area, the leaves stay green always…right? And even here in Texas, ever heard of the Live Oak? Evergreens? Pines? Magnolia? These fuckers have to work their asses off year round, no rest, and the factory has to maintain a steady state. There are no typical seasons. There is life, and there is death, and that’s the only seasons it knows.
Q: Is it possible to know the season “death”?
We can see it, we can flirt with it, we can maybe taste it a bit, we can romanticize overcoming it via reincarnation or salvation of some kind, but can we who are alive actually know the season called death? I’m gonna have to stop writing here for a bit and give that one a think.
^Silver Bullet – Bring Forth the Guillotine^
That “first ever space hurricane” was something to see, yeah?
Bet you didn't see that particular “space hurricane” coming.
^Notaker – Airlock^
I can see people getting jazzed over actually seeing a something. We’ve been hypothesizing and theorizing and conjecturazingadingdonging over anything and everything for a long time…just never seen it with our own peepers. Which begs the question, what might blind people think about all the noise we sighted folk are making over this space hurricane? Technically, we ourselves were blind to space hurricanes until only a day or so ago. Or at least, some might have you believe that.
The solar minimum has been coming for about 4 years now. The jetstream over the USA has been wonky as fuck for about 7/8 years. The gulfstream is now said to be getting wonky as well. The poles, they wander. The north pole has been speeding up its northern migration for quite a few years now, but we already knew that it was moving north. We’ve even theorized that the poles flip from time to time without really understanding what dynamics might be in play to cause this. We also know that our planet wobbles, and that someday, Winter in the Northern Hemisphere will be warm, and Summer in the Southern Hemisphere will be cold. We know that our continents migrate, mountains and oceans rise and fall. We’re also quite aware that vortexes are a very real thing just about anywhere and everywhere in nature. Anything and everything wobbles, shakes, spins, vibrates, bends, breaks, cycles and every other fucking thing, so why is it that this particular “storm” is so shocking?
(no pun intended)
My money would be on upper-atmospheric lightning/red jets/blue sprites types of things. That and maybe relocation of mass/elements, electrical power generation, high energy devices, and human generated electromagnetic radiation. Why? Indications are, that we’ve been here before.
You? Perhaps not.
Me? Perhaps not.
Yeah, lotta evidence poking its head through the veils of time that we’ve indeed been here before.
^Cocteau Twins – Know Who You Are At Every Age^
Speaking of goings on in space, does the following video look fake as fuck to anyone else? I get that technology is improving, and especially as it relates to optics and cameras, etc.. But the whole damn video looks weird, and when you get to 6:16? 6:16 to 6:26 just looks…wrong.
Maybe it's just me.
^ Watch SpaceX Starship SN10 launch and stick landing!^
This is gonna be a strange observation/revelation, but I’m gonna submit that never before have I heard Elizabeth Fraser’s voice. I’ve likely heard most if not all of the Cocteau Twins’ catalogue, and yet, it just occurred to me that I’ve never heard her voice.
The bit about her “selling her lyrical notebooks to Austin University in Texas” was interesting.
^Elizabeth Fraser talks about her lyrics^
This is one of the few songs that I actually kinda know some of the lyrics for.
Yeesh. Now, what kind of thought processes inhabit a man which cause him to marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, ad-infinitum? More than that, what drives a person to write a song/song lyrics that reference such a person? Oh, and if you wanna actually listen to the song Bluebeard by Cocteau Twins, look it up your own damn self. I’m currently creaming in my pants over this song below that I stumbled upon only recently.
^Paul van Dyk – Nothing But You^
During the course of this lockdown thingie..have you given any thought to the concepts of prostitution and mercenaries? What about cancer and gingivitis? No? Might wanna factor those in. Give them a think as they relate to the goings on. Remember…asymmetrical warfare. That’s what appears to be going on here. The occult appears to be at work too. Loads of unconventional stuff. Abstract. Hearts and minds via metadata. Put the passive survival instincts like caution, care, morality and any form of thought to sleep, and awaken the active survival instincts like hopelessness and desperation. Those who cling to independence or any form(s) of the old edifices and paradigms must be turned. They must forget about the past, stop thinking about the future, and be reliant upon the day. This, is how you rewrite history.
^Beatrix – Cocteau Twins^
Got it all figured out have you, Mike? You got General Motors squared away, you tamed school violence, cured global terrorism, fixed the medical industry, cured Flint’s water problems, and now you want to take on the 10th Amendment and presumably the entire US Constitution. This wouldn’t have anything to do with California…
I mean, as a filmmaker, you’ve likely got a pal or two out California way. Easy enough for some of them to pull your chain and get you to bark a bit about what they don’t like irrespective of your own feels. It’s fine and dandy for California to be its own little fiefdom, but any other state?
Nah...can't have it.
Destroy Texas by any and all means necessary, and California can keep on keeping on being the leading (and only) asshole by doing its own thing. Kinda makes sense tho…a single body having two or more assholes?
Something for you to chew on whilst you are being all contemplative about who owns and controls what.
Wait…did Michael Moore just say that “the vaccine” was both “precious” and “ours”? Meaning, mine?
It's mine, my own, my precious.
Hrm. I’m not exactly a fan of Lord Of The Rings, but that is a glaring wave. A strange resonance to all of that.
^It’s mine, my own, my precious^
This does not set a good standard for those who are trying to overcome adversity.
Who you were, may not be exactly in line with who you are and/or who you are trying to become. And this “cleaning up your timeline” bullshit? Deleting anything and everything that others might find offensive just so you can unlock some kind of achievement and get that little checkmark by your name?
If there are stumbling blocks in my path, I wanna know where they are, and I want to identify them myself as best I can. If there are mines in my meadows, I want little flags there reminding me not where to step. I am my own engineer. Don’t need some fuck coming along and laying a live mine on top of one that I’ve already disarmed.
Looks like there’s been some loss in interest over landmines/active minefields. I wonder if The Washington Post lost interest due to nCoV-2019 coming onto the scene. A shift in focus due a more clear and more present danger? Trump is out of office afterall, and all is well.
^The Prodigy – Mindfields (Keimax Remix)^
Just me, but this deep diving bullshit/retroactive is like shaming someone for having some kind of physical difference or being unique in any way. Some scar that creeps you out. Cover up that blemish. Hide that deformity. I want to see only that which is aesthetically pleasing to me.
Hrm…I wonder where this current quest for purity might lead. In truth, it could be that the thought police are more concerned with the immediacy of being out of a job. Can’t justify the expenditure if the service is no longer required.
^deadmau5 / Reduction (Original Mix)^
We all have legacy bullshit to deal with.
Not everyone is gonna look into the etymology and/or history of things to find out their origins. And even if they do, there’s no telling how an individual is going to handle what they find.
Rumor was that motherfucker right there’s lineage included Jewish blood. Can you imagine being one of the worker bees in the Nazi hive, only to have it come to light that you’re playing for the wrong team? Might cause a bee to morph into a honey badger just to survive.
Talk about minefields...yeesh.
One attaching themselves to some edifice of purity is just asking for a smack.
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Official Audio)^
Really fucking weird that this word has appeared on my radar several times in recent weeks.
I guess it goes along with the purity and shaming vibes that have been so pervasive as of late.
But why wouldn’t such a word be prevalent during this “global pandemic”. You’ve got those who are fighting to get to the front of the line, and you’ve got others who are either struggling to keep up or who are being left behind and/or omitted completely. And, hey, speaking of lifting weights, that reminds me…you ever seen a picture of Lou Ferrigno when he was a kid?
Who is to say when a flower might bloom. Or under what conditions.
^Judas Priest – The Sentinel^
Congratulations are in order as RooBeeDoobieSista has been accepted into the Super Subsonic Scribbling Scribblers and Sugary Sweet Snowcone Sippers or some such. Don’t have any idea as to what they are about really, I only know that when I first tumbled into the current leg of my journey, that I started seeing their logo thingie here and there. Since most of the stuff that I was encountering at the time centered around the occult, the hidden and/or spiritual kinds of jazz, I just kinda shrugged it off and thought…”meh, more cultist nutjobs publicly advertising their secret existence”.
Weird what one considers “par for the course” based on what is happening in one’s own life. But I just feel it necessary to point out that this was around the same time that I first bumped into RooBeeDoo, whom I encountered on the now defunct Synchromysticism Forums (more creepy cultist stuff).
N E ways...
…nice that she’s gotten noticed by someone I guess and I hope that it adds to her already wonderful being. She’s a great writer, has a fantastic eye for nuance, tolerant, patient, knows who she is, and makes really poor choices in home footware…she’s a complete weirdo: what’s not to like?
Hopefully my bullshit contributions to her blog won’t get her kicked out. Anyway, enough about me…
congrats young lady.
Maybe this’ll eventually lead to landing you a writing job at The Echo.
^Christopher Tin – Baba Yetu^
^REZZ x knodis – Premonition (Official Music Video)^
*Not those sort of fancies, Clicky… /licks lips… Mmm, cake…*
*Correct… /stubs butt… Special edition, innit…*
Enjoy your we-kenned, Dear Reader and have a Song ❤
Good news, Dear Reader! Double good news in fact, as there is a Missive From ‘Merica in the works from the Okie Devil of Text US, and that will be ready for you tomorrow.
But first, we were excited to hear on Tuesday that the Library of Libraries has been inducted into an online gang of scribblers…
*LoL, Clicky… /rolls eyes… It’s a dream come true…*
… Called Martin Scriblerus…
*Exactly, Clicky. Satire’s booming…*
*It’s a sign of the times…*
…You’ll find a permanent link to the Martin Scriblerus site on the sidebar, to your left. It has some excellent bloggers, Dear Reader. Do go take a look…
*You do know that if Dear Reader takes your advice, Clicky… /flicks ash… they might not come back for the rest of the post…*
The other equally surprising and delightful occurrence on Tuesday was the movie Cade and I remote viewed. I came across it quite by accident…
… The only ‘Professor and the Madman’ I’ve heard of before were a couple of wonderful podcasts from my favourite online philosophy lecturer, Wes Cecil…
… But a historical biopic about the labours of birthing the Oxford English Dictionary? With a glorious cast, studded with Oscar winners? Sounds like my kind of movie; why had I never heard of it before?!
… So Cade and I remote viewed ‘The Professor and the Madman’ and then discussed it afterwards, sparking all sorts of connections as we went…
*Yeah, I had to stop at that point to mop up the tears and blow my nose…*
*Lashy reckons the ancient Gnostics described the Aeon Sophia as a plasma entity… /final drag… Before she turned herself into the Earth that is…*
*Whoa, that U Tuba’s avatar is Spider-man? What’s the name? …/stubs butt… Sounds familiar…*
… So, three LoL recommendations for you today: One – visit Martin Scriblerus and check out the bloggers there; two – ‘The Professor and the Madman’ is an absolute gem of a movie of some fascinating history, and most definitely worth seeking out. Finally, three – come back tomorrow for a brand new missive; Cade has sent a corker 😀
We’ll see you then, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
This is a the whole story of a ‘sync’ that Cade Fon Apollyon and I shared, Dear Reader, and I’ve invited my BFF to help tell it. Last night a news story popped up on my Twitter feed about a sinkhole incident…
‘Two houses have partially collapsed after a sinkhole measuring 10ft (3m) opened up on a Manchester street.
‘Four homes were evacuated on Wednesday evening after the hole appeared on Walmer Street in Abbey Hey, Gorton.
‘Fire crews returned hours later after the front of two of the empty properties crashed to the ground.
‘United Utilities said it was dealing with a collapsed sewer but was investigating all possible causes including the recent heavy rain.’
… ‘Walmer’ and ‘Gorton’ looked like interesting words to me, so I decided to look them up…
Can only speak for myself with respect to black holes, but my first introduction to the ones that science talks about is via a Song by the Canadian rock group Rush…”Cygnus X-1 Book I: The Voyage”. Was off of their A Farewell To Kings album, and the album had only just been released, so I guess I was 9/about to turn 10 at the time that I first heard it. I can say that the song and its related concepts instantly “synced” with me because I’d been chasing whirlpools my entire life up to that point. Here, wicked thunderstorms and its associated flash flooding are common, the drainage back then was quite bad, and one of my entertainments after the lightning stopped and we were released from our hiding places was to go look for whirlpools in the receding water(s).
Q: In the year 2021 AD/CE, why would “black hole syncs” suddenly appear between myself and someone who is 4,776 miles away?
A: Could it be that a storm is generating them?
Me and Roob kinda talked about this last night, and I’ve no desire to steal her thunder because I have no idea what she has planned for this post, but thinking that maybe perhaps the reach of a something is beyond some localized and more or less isolated something that is easily and/or more readily identifiable. To relate, there is supposedly a super-massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I had a theory that there was a black hole at the center of our galaxy when I was in 6th grade, but I was told that was impossible/I was nuts. I looked at pics of the Milky Way, it occurred to me that something had to be driving all those stars moving, and that something at the center had to be driving it. I was told however that black holes eat things. Well, fuck…maybe the black hole at the center of our galaxy is more cat-like. It plays with its food before it eats it?
I'm feline a digress-type thing coming on.
Thing is, if there is a something driving a something else, where does and do those things start/stop? Meaning, if there is a something at the center of our galaxy that is driving the movement, aren’t all the celestial bodies within its grasp merely extensions of the driving force? To go even further, wouldn’t all the galaxies merely be extension of eachother?
As to whether or not I in fact really was sitting here for several hours pondering flooding issues in Yorkshire a coupla nights ago?
Yeah, I was.
^Lesson 8 – Adventures with Bernoulli – Demonstrations in Physics^
… The search for ‘Walmer’, Dear Reader, turned up an interesting sink/cinque homophone, but the search for ‘Gorton’ turned up an entirely weirder sync altogether…
… I was pretty sure that Cade had mentioned Admiral Byrd to me only very recently, and so I started to scroll back in time…
To be honest Roob (and Clicky), I’ve mentioned Admiral Byrd quite a few times probably. Any time it seems contextually accurate to do so anyway. That story about Byrd flying into some sort of portal, meeting the inhabitants of Agartha, then popping out of the portal at the North Pole? That’s some weird shit. Not to mention that none of that craziness appears in any of the official accounts. Oh sure, there’s some weird shit associated with Operation Highjump, but I don’t recall ever bumping into anything “official” regarding encounters with intraterrestrial beings nor 0th dimensional portals.
OH! Speaking of intraterrestrial beings and aliens or whatever, yesterday, I looked for some information on “ride disasters” here at Six Flags Over Texas. Been doing some thinking about hauntings at amusement parks, and it got me to thinking of all the stuff that I recall hearing when I was a kid. There is a ride here that was formerly called “The Cave” or “The Cave Of Spee-Lunkers” that I recall hearing a story about where someone was bitten by Cottonmouths/Water Moccasins multiple times on this particular ride…The Cave. I couldn’t find anything about any such thing happening, but I did find this…
The music is a recreation/not the original, but after listening, it sounds pretty close to correct as far as I recall as I rode that ride many times over many years before they changed it to the Looney Tunes stuff it is currently themed to. Aliens, living underground, doing their thing.
Ya think it could be said that the bacteria and viruses and other assorted things living inside of us are “living underground”? I mean hell, supposedly my heart and soul and spirit and all that jazz is inside of me, so is the entirety of “me” living underground?
Waves of weird, break upon the rocks of my consciousness.
^Biosphere – Novelty Waves (Biosphere Darkroom Mix)^
*What? We talk, like, a lot…*
… For just over ten minutes I scrolled and couldn’t find the article on black holes that I’d post to Cade. I gave up and tried to explain my thinking from my memory of it, in regards to the Fallen Goddess Scenario narrative I’d heard from John Lamb Lash…
… And decided to undertake a thorough search of our DM timeline today…
Hey…not to change the subject too much, but have you noticed all the yadda yadda recently about banality and especially complacency? Seems like both sides of the political spectrum are trying like hell to energize/motivate the middle. Which is damn weird after an election. But, I expect this QAnon crap and the subsequent US Capitol bullshit means that some room needs to be made for various migrations between the major parties. Dunno how many conservatives of both the fiscal and social varieties even remain in the Democratic party, and not sure where the social conservatives in the Republican party would even go, ‘cept to maybe some new party. And what is it that got me to thinking about all that rambling crap? Welp, one word in your second to last sentence…”harvesting”.
Would they be harvesting? Or harnessing. Is there a difference between harvesting energy and harnessing energy?
Seems like a black hole would require a harness before a harvest. That means workers of some type are needed for the enterprise.
HARVEST BLACK HOLE JUICES!
MAKE BIG MONEY!
CALL BR-549 TODAY!
I’m the type of idiot that would sign up for a job like that. What the fuck else am I gonna do?
I wonder if I could write/send letters in close proximity to a black hole. If so, who would I write, and what would I even say?
^Joakim Karud x Dyalla – Wish You Were Here^
*So, some kinda rube? Interesting, Clicky…*
… Having finally located my DM posting and thus the article, Dear Reader, two things struck me:
“Black holes are commonly surrounded by a hot ‘soup’ of plasma particles that carry a magnetic field,” explains astrophysicist Luca Comisso from Columbia University.
“Our theory shows that when magnetic field lines disconnect and reconnect, in just the right way, they can accelerate plasma particles to negative energies and large amounts of black hole energy can be extracted.”
Comisso‘s new work – co-authored by physicist Felipe A. Asenjo from the Universidad Adolfo Ibáñez in Chile – provides a new prism for glimpsing how energy extraction from a spinning black hole could work.
… Light and Commission from crime. Lashy constantly mentions ‘the crime’. And then, I noticed that I’d posted it to Cade the previous Friday, to within 8 minutes of the exact same time I posted the sinkhole story to him last night. 8 minutes…
I think that’s quiet enough for now. Enjoy your we kenned, Dear Reader. And have a Song 😀
I shan’t beat around the bush, Dear Reader, here is the missing missive from yesterday’s missive post. Apols! for that, but please enjoy! 😀
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.
^Paul Keeley – Kaleidoscope (Andre Sobota Remix)^
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?
Q: Is that the equivalent of an adult abusing on an 8/9 year old kid?
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.
^Cast Away – Lost In You (Talamanca Remix)^
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.
^DJ Fronter – Diana (Original Mix)^
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.
^Adrian Hour – IWANNA (Original Mix)^
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.
name 10 liquid which are good conductor of electricity and 10 liquids which are poor conductor of electricity
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?
^Jay Lumen – Sunbeam (Original Mix) – Noir Music^
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.
Everyone seems to be singing the same tune.
Perhaps in different keys…but the song remains the same.
Not really seeing anyone singing their own song.
^Temples – Shelter Song^
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.
^Hot Natured featuring Anabel Englund – Reverse Skydiving (Official Video)^
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.
^Sergio Mendes – Viramundo^
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.
^Slow Magic – Sorry Safari – Audiotree Live^
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.
Q: Is it possible that communications increase to such levels that the communications create a more tangible physical something?
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.
^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^
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.
^Pat Hickey & Drew Moreland – Back Of The Bus^
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
^Mark Jenkyns – Sirens^
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’.
^Crookers – Remedy (Feat. Miike Snow)^
^No Mana feat. Cafcat – Lethargy.^
Have a Song, Dear Reader… ❤
Dear Reader, this past week Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed the 3 seasons and movie finale of Deadwood. We’d already seen them together before, but somehow our remote viewing was even better this second time round…
*Okay, Clicky, I’ll try… /rolls eyes…*
… As well as the 2007 documentary Up The Yangtze, focusing on some of the people affected by the construction of the Three Gorges Dam across the Yangtze river in Hubei, China…
*Yikes! …/lights up and smokes…*
… And an astrological reading of the Leo New Moon, set to occur on 18th August 2020. As it turns out, Molly McCord’s reading is the inspiration behind this particular post…
*The other one was pretty good as well, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
… Now, at nearly 20 minutes long, we know that you’re probably not gonna watch Molly’s video, Dear Reader, unless you have an interest in astrology. So here’s the takeaway for the purposes of this post: we’re being asked to reflect on what has happened in our lives, and in our relationships, since the last time the Sun and Moon were in the exact same positions in the chart. That was three years ago on 21st August 2017, the date of the solar eclipse across North America…
*No, I shit you not, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… It’s quite auspicious…*
… So that is what we’re going to do here, Dear Reader. Fortunately, to aid Cade and I in our reflections, we have a lovely missive posted at the LoL on that very same eclipse day…
… You might want to take a look.
As Leo is a masculine sign and the energy coming through from the New Moon will be very masculine, especially in the solar plexus area according to Molly, Cade will now open the proceedings…
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.
Q: How in the FUCK does one’s Achilles Tendons disappear, yet one does not notice?
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.
^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^
*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.
^Depeche Mode – Halo [HyperSPD Remix]^
*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.
^CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share^
*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.
^Imperial March Recorder^
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.
^Lightnin’ Hopkins-Business You’re Doin’^
*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…*
That’s the end of this post, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention. Enjoy the rest of your we kenned and… Have a Song ❤