Happy Tuesday, Dear Reader 😀
The latest Underdog Anthology, volume XV, is now available for purchase…
*I saw you posted the Afterword, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*
… And in plenty of time for Halloween…
… I’ll post my Halloween story ‘OK Charon!’ at the LoL on the day, but right now, we have a new missive from the Okie Devil in the great State of Text US. Sit back, take a load off and enjoy the wry musings of Cade Fon Apollyon…
If I can achieve and maintain an erection, but my penis is not currently under contract from any outside vendors, does that make me self-employed when/if I masturbate? If so, do I owe myself money?
I'm potentially running up quite a debt here.
Makes me wonder about the nature of ejaculation as it pertains to nocturnal emissions. Is there some dream girl floating around out in dreamland who owes me money? And what is it called when a day-sleeper has a wet dream? Is that a diurnal emission? Do the rates change from night to day?
I must know these things.
Ever operated a cash register? Ever handled cash? Most importantly, do you know how to make change? Lemme ask that again…do you, know how, to make, change.
Do you, know how to make change.
Do you know, how to make change.
Do you know how, to make change.
Do you know to make, change.
Change is all the rage, so if you don’t know how to make it, how can you ever change?
As far as that goes, if you don’t know how to make change, how can anyone else ever expect to make change? You are a knowitall, after all. That’s the rumor you’ve been spreading anyway.
There have been a great many teachers that I look back on with a great deal of love and admiration. However, I get the feeling that I never fully appreciated them back in the day. Don’t get me wrong, as bad as I hated school, there were absolutely a few classes that I really enjoyed taking, and there were some teachers who I really looked forward to seeing them and hearing from them each day. But there was a dynamic that existed at the time which I’m fairly certain never made me appreciate them as much at the time as I now think that I appreciated them then. Meaning, yes, I appreciate them very much now for the things that they taught me back then, but back then I was too green and stupid and inexperienced to appreciate them as much as I think I did.
What’s the purpose of exploring this idea in the here and now? Respect. More than that, acknowledgment in the now of my own disrespect back then. Owning my own shortcomings, and not making my relationship with teachers past out to being something that it was not. Don’t put my finger on the historical scale simply because I have the benefit of being able to do so in the here and now, for my own gain/benefit, and I can do so with little fear of exposure for my fraud. Own the times when I was an obnoxious, rebellious, ignorant and disruptive little shit who caused my teacher(s) a fuckton of grief that they likely did not deserve. I may have even hurt some. Randomly hit one of my teachers with a smart-ass verbal twist or jab during the course of their day, all so I could stand out in the moment amongst my peers. Make my fellow students laugh. I never thought of the weight that may have put on my teachers’ shoulders. Never took a single moment to think of my teacher(s) going home that night with a heavy heart because of something I’d done during the course of their day. Never contemplated what it might be like for them to sit alone in their apartment pondering what in the hell they did to deserve that, or try and relate to their partner or roommate or whatever that a student of theirs had humiliated them during the day.
I don’t know if I can say in the very moment of me writing this that “I am sorry”, nor express myself in such a way as to relate that yes, I am indeed very sorry for always attempting to be the class clown for my benefit at their expense. But I have accepted (or am trying to accept) that these things have happened, did happen, likely continue to happen, I can’t think of a single instance when there was malice in my heart, the fact that I had no malice in my heart really doesn’t matter, but mostly I’m aware that I owe you a great deal of gratitude for hanging in there and putting up with my bullshit during my own learning process(es). Hopefully, via these experiences, you learned something too, and I’m really hoping that whatever you may have learned isn’t just and only that I’m a dry and sarcastic smart-mouth who you don’t understand and comes off as a bit of an asshole sometimes.
Not my fault you're projecting.
What I was really thinking about in the previous section was the idea of me and my writing probably sometimes coming off as little more than a heckler, sitting in the cheap seats, and doing little more than taking cheap shots at those who are out there actually doing a something and making a difference or whatever.
This is not my intent.
I realize that doesn’t matter, but yeah, my intent is not to be a someone who sits in the wings and makes clever observations for notoriety/attention. We live in a world in which virtually every arena, the information flow is one-way. We are spoken to, and rarely, if ever, are we allowed to speak. Speeches, messages from the pulpit, rules, laws, practices, instructions, procedures, wishes, spells, charms, formulas, movies, newspapers, magazines, books, newsletters, television, radio, the web, you name it…virtually everything as it pertains to any dialogue of any kind in our society of our times, is all one-way, and the time and opportunity for questions, observations, suggestions and interactions of any kind are almost nil.
On those rare occasions where we mere mortals are allowed to speak, we’re usually so traumatized by the experience/opportunity that we fuck it up completely. We stumble, stammer, our voice shakes, or we’re so afraid to say what we really and actually want to say because we’re afraid we’re gonna look/feel like an idiot, so we throw a softball pitch, or don’t say what we want to say, or change the wording, or change the subject, or worse still, we say nothing at all…in every case, it’s a fucking nightmare on hell’s wheels. We never actually get the opportunity to speak enough, to actually learn how to do it. We never get to interact enough, to actually learn how to do it. This makes us very poor at expressing ourselves and expressing ourselves well, this lack of opportunity to speak also has the quality of seemingly encouraging us to express ourselves incorrectly or perhaps even inappropriately. We just flat out do not get enough “at bat” attempts in our lives to get better when it’s our turn at the plate and we’re facing down that major league pitcher. We never get to know, who we really are, via those experiences which reveal to us who we can be.
Me? Sure, I realize that there are likely times it may appear that I’m just some douchebag of less-than-average intelligence, taking pot-shots at “known” people from the relative safety of the shadows of anonymity where I reside, but the question is…
Q: Am I?
A: ¿Am I some douchebag taking cheap shots at targets of opportunity as they arise/present themselves?
I’ve got no answer(s) for you, and you probably wouldn’t like my answer even if I had one to give. I can only tell you that I am aware of this dynamic, and more than that, I try to be mindful of this dynamic. Beyond that, I guess you’re just gonna have to make up your own mind and speak your own piece. I’m not in the business of thinking for you nor am I in the business of speaking for you. Get involved. Speak for yourself. Mix it up a bit. Learn how to do it. Take the chance of sticking your own neck out, do so of your own accord, and let your own thoughts be known. That’s what I’m doing. I’m no fucking good at it, but yeah, that’s what I’m doing.
You wouldn’t have any inhibitions about drinking water that came from a huge lake would you? Or water that came from a large river, or some massive glacier or iceberg? Modern water considerations and concerns notwithstanding regarding water/impurities/pollutants/etc., what I’m getting at, is that if your water came from some large, easily-accessible and popular source, would you not drink this water specifically because it came from a large/easily-accessible/popular source. Mainstream, if you will. Just wondering why someone would feel guilty about consuming a something that came from the mainstream. Like say…oh I dunno, pop music for example. If it tastes good, and it satiates your thirst, what’s the problem? You afraid someone is gonna see your ears drinking that stuff? Feel like you’re alone in a bar and sucking on the cheap swill for a cheap thrill because it’s something you like, when suddenly all your friends burst in and catch you indulging in something that is not up to their standards?
Pure candy. Pure ear candy. Let’s us run that Willy Wonka-esque creation through some aftermarket filters and see how the video tastes after.
Sooooo much better with the music. In fact, that song is pretty fucking good without the video. Uptempo, good foot-tapper, anyone can sing along, it follows the “anthem song” template whilst adding enough of it’s own spice and flair to stand out in the pack, ain’t much if anything not to like about this new spin on an old dish. But then, you get added to the mix. You and you uptight and exclusive friends and all those rules and regulations and protocols and procedures governing what you can and cannot consume. Then, this song comes on…and you, like it.
What to do?! What to do?!
Maybe this song is a signal from the universe that it’s time for you and your pals to part company. For you to go your own way. I mean, that’s the point of exclusivity, right? Go your own way and be your own thing? Now, who the hell woulda thunk one could obtain exclusivity via drinking from the big pool.
When you see a tornado, that’s probably what you see.
When I see a tornado, this is what I see.
When one views the Earth/Terra from outside, we seem to have little to no difficulty rotating everything 90° in our heads. We look upon our sphere as if we’re looking out on the horizon rather than looking “down”. I guess maybe this is because our planet is nestled in the void, and something somewhere in our being lets us know that we are basically looking up, which really, is looking out. What I’m thinking about here that, from outside of our planet, we don’t seem to have as much difficulty with translation as it pertains to position as we do when we are on our planet. When one is “upright” on terra firma and/or somewhat upright, we seem to have difficulty with the notion that up is out, out is out, down is out, left is out, right is out. Everything is out. The only “in” that seems to exist is from, the outside. But even that doesn’t hold up for long once one goes deep enough. Keep going in, and eventually, in will once again become out. Some point exists in space or “a” space where everything that is, flips, and becomes everything that was. Gravity and attraction would have to play a part in this I would think, but there’s also something strange going on there with lines and curves. Hiding within that and those, appears to be some strange and unchangeable something. Some absolute. Some programmatic-ish something which exists in nature that says…
if is <> is
then is := was;
Maybe that’d be better stated as…
if is <> is AND was = is
is := was;
was := is;
Something weird about that tho since a something would almost need to happen, before it actually happens. If for no other reason than to ensure that both things happen simultaneously, which should ensure that the values are passed correctly with little to no impact on the system. Tachyons? Maybe also a delay in processing time, to hide the procedure from the observer/experiencer maybe? Maybe also a third heat via speed and distance in Neutrinos and some other goodies? Never can be too safe afterall and a cushion could certainly provide some insurance to ensure that the flip always and forever, occurs. Still, one would think that over time, that’d build up a helluva deficit in time. Maybe that’s how time is actually created tho. Build up a time deficit within time that can never be repaid, so to speak. Keep paying, and keep paying, expansion, expansion, etc., plenty is paid, but the original debt can never be repaid because the meter is still running, always has been, always will be.
Odd linear quality to that previous thought. Not so much an expansion as much as an expansion in a particular direction, at a particular time, from a particular perspective and/or certain perspectives. What I’m thinking about here is, imagine an hourglass turned on its side, and some mysterious force is pushing and pulling the enclosed sand from one end to the other. In our Universe, science and scientists always seem to see a balloon. I can see that, but what I mainly see is what I described above. A back and forth. Some is rushing away, some towards. Just kinda depends on where the observer is as to which direction matter and energy are running at that particular point in time. And I guess instead of a single hourglass, there could be many. I’d think there’s nothing prohibiting things moving in different directions at different times, nor that there’d a be any limits on the iterations, instances, nor any limits on the nesting/embedding. Cept maybe the aforementioned of course. That…thing…that causes “not” to become “is” whilst simultaneously, all things remain unchanged.
Hrmmmm…I get the feeling I’m being trolled here in some way.
Of all the things I can think of to do with a pressure cooker, banging on the fucking thing whilst it is under pressure is NOT, one of them. Still, I cannot tell if the advertiser is being totally irresponsible here for the sake of advertising, or if they are just trolling me in some way.
Both are a possibility I guess.
Oh, and you’ll need to watch the video below to know what I’m talking about.
Speaking of “not following the rules”, being irresponsible and/or being deceptive in making a buck, seems like more and more “the rules” are being flouted, and either A) no one is paying attention, B) no one knows that there are rules to be followed, or C) no one cares. Could be all that.
Quite sure that packaging is supposed to indicate where a something is actually manufactured and/or where a something comes from. It indicates that there is an audit trail, which indicates nothing shady is going on anywhere along the line, and that stuff you are shoving into your pie-hole is probably for the most part safe/not going to cause harm. Of course, loads of interests out there that don’t care if gold comes from illegal mines in South America or Philippines, or if diamonds come from some war-torn country in Africa, or even if your titanium is coming from illegal purchases made from Russia by your own government…but you can’t eat that stuff, or at least none of it can hurt you.
(so you think anyway)
But rolls? Yeah, if I go to Hawaii looking to contact the manufacturer of some rolls that had a bunch of metal shavings in them or made me sick, but the manufacturer ain’t actually in Hawaii? Well, what am I supposed to do now? Where did these phantom rolls come from? What recourse do I have? HELP!!!! I guess I have to turn to…my government.
Isn’t my government already supposed to be on top of shit like this? Prohibiting companies from operating in such a way as to be deceptive or misleading? I swear I have to do everything myself.
Knowing what we know, offering the vaccine “for free” isn’t much of an incentive. Hell, all kinds of products and services that offer that “free introductory service” or “free introductory time period” bullshit, and we KNOW what a scam that is.
It's a trap.
Get you in the door, and they can treat you however they want. Always trying to up-sell you, weird charges and fees, damn near impossible to cancel, impossible to get help, and if you bitch or show even the slightest inkling of dissatisfaction, they’ll cut you off. Can’t help but think this “vaccine for free” stuff isn’t any different.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without looking like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without feeling like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to talk about anything objectively without being an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without looking like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without feeling like an idiot.
Eventually it’ll be virtually impossible to think about anything without being an idiot.
Remember, your opinion…does…not…matter.
Helluva rabbit hole there.
One helluva weapon.
You want signs?
Here’s a sign for you.
That there is a fucking sign and a half.
Let’s explore some psychology on the topic of being accused of something you did not do, defending oneself, and let’s use one of history’s most famous bad guys, Al Capone. Al Capone was accused of not paying his taxes. If Al were to say “I didn’t do it”, does that actually constitute an affirmation/admission of guilt? Al is actually accused of not doing something, as such, saying “I didn’t do it” actually means “yeah I did it”. Nevermind that Al was only being accused of income tax evasion because the attempts to convict him and send him to prison on other charges all failed. You can’t get someone on the charges you want to get them on, so you get them on those charges in a roundabout way, by getting them different charges.
More than that, sounds just flat out wrong. Ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, the reason you cannot get this someone on the charges you want to get them on is because they are…innocent of those charges? Lemme splain where I’m going with this. There are many groups that have vetting processes. Sometimes these vetting processes are better defined by calling them “initiations”. It is with that in mind that we should point out that these vetting/initiation processes are usually done “in-house”, but we should also note that sometimes, people can take it upon themselves to engage in these processes. “Prove themselves”, if you will, and do so without knowledge, consent, approval, nor at the behest/prompting of the group typically responsible for these processes. Some lone wolf wants in the club, this lone wolf researches/learns what they think the vetting processes to be, then they start doing these things of their own accord in the hopes of getting noticed and eventually being welcomed in to whatever circle they desire to join/be a part of.
To make this a little more relatable, maybe think of some person seeing a bunch of “punk rockers” on the street, this person decides they too want to be a punk rocker, goes out and buys a bunch of “punk rock” clothes, gets a “punk rocker” haircut, maybe pierces their cheek, gets a tattoo or two, then proceeds to loiter in the same areas/venues that punk rockers do. In our case however, we’re thinking more about gangsters circa 1930’s Chicago and/or New York, and maybe that there were “wannabes” out there who maybe started doing some gangster shit in order to get a reputation and hopefully get noticed by the mob. Maybe even get asked to join, because like, you’ve already proved yourself for this very reason, right?
With that in mind, let us take this in a bit of a different direction since “the mob” or even “gangsters” is a bit ambiguous. There are, after all, usually many more than just one faction, and these various factions within “the mob” are more likely to be at odds rather than the homogeneous/homologous something it is typically made out to be by outsiders. That’s right, if our lone wolf gets noticed by “the mob”, it is likely that our wolf is on many different radars, and no telling how these various interests may decide to handle this situation. Hell, they’ve basically got a rogue element that they can play six ways from Sunday, do so to their own advantage, having little to no culpability themselves, and maybe even take out their competition in the process. See where I’m going with this yet?
Yes? No? Maybe?
I don’t either. Just out for a drive for the sake of driving.
The St. Valentine’s Day Murders have always been spun as a clear-cut case of agents acting according to the will of/on the instructions of one Alphonse Capone whilst Al himself sat it out in Florida. However, what if some rival faction actually performed this operation for the specific purpose of getting Al pinned with the crime. Al was Public Enemy #1, everyone wants his head, so, why not give one of your own enemies the knife to do it with? Hell, the US Government itself could probably rationalize and justify killing all those people just to get to Capone. Not only are you getting rid of the gangsters to be murdered, you get Capone in the process…
it's win all around.
In thinking of pursuing Capone on things that are basically unrelated to the real reasons you are persecuting this someone, occurs to me that this is a long, dark train that has no end. Creates questions instead of answering them. It’d be like me yelling at my girlfriend for not fixing dinner, when I’m actually pissed at her because she wrecked the car and I couldn’t give a fuck if she fixed dinner or not. They may have been guilty of both, but the lack of clarity and “solving” one problem via another just seems wrong to me. Convenient for me in the moment perhaps, but it opens a door that may be difficult or maybe even impossible to close.
Don’t ask me why initiations have been on my mind. They have tho. And even tho it’s been a coupla weeks since that above was written, something damn weird just appeared on my radar…
All this talk of jab, the jab and jabbing are bad enough, but what was really strange is that it made me think of a tweet I’d seen only last night…
And of course there was this just a coupla days ago…
Not sure what to make of all of it other than 1) things appear to be getting back to normal, and 2) I guess that security bridge in Operation Bridger is still under construction or something.
The word “bridger” appears to have some interesting meanings.
“One who bridges, or connects two previously separate things.”
“U.S. fur trader and mountain man, noted for his tall tales.”
That lockdown interlude gave the world but such a brief taste of happiness, hopefulness and harmony. Now that’s ending, it’s “game on!” I guess.
As you were, citizens.
Oh, and it appears that David Amess dude has died 😦
Sorry you died/got killed dude. Hopefully you and your party haven’t left too big of a mess in your wake.
Was the final sentence in that previous paragraph totally out of line?
Welp, hopefully nobody turns the dude’s coffin over and creates a mess of Amess at his wake. Assuming he has a wake. The dude sounds like he was more or less upright and righteous, or at least tried to be, and we all prolly know how hella hard that is to do in this wicked old world. Prolly even more difficult to do in Old Blighty, land of sin, evil and corruption.
But what I was thinking about is I get the feeling that Conservatives and Libertarians alike are quite furious at Conservatives currently. I mean sure, all this SARS-CoV2/COVID-19 stuff and some other weird shit has gotten Brexit almost completely off the radar, but no one in the UK (at least on the Conservative side) seems to be very happy about how Conservatives have been handling themselves regarding CO\ /ID. I guess at its heart, instead of opposing this restrictive and quasi-dystopian legislation, the Conservatives appear to be whole-hog for it. Track and Trace, firing the hero essential workers of the NHS who refuse to get the COVID vaccine even tho they somehow survived the entirety of the initial pandemic, social distancing and mask wearing requirements not being eased and lockdowns that last forever, difficult if not impossible to travel, all kinds of crazy shit that really doesn’t make sense from a “conservative perspective” I guess. But, they are a political party, and every political party is gonna have a mantra of “toe the line, or else”, so maybe they’re just showing their true colors? I mean, I don’t live there, so I have to wonder how “conservative” conservatives really are in the UK.
Maybe there’s some other game afoot here. Maybe the conservatives are playing the long game, and too many people are too focused on the short game(s). I know here in the US, the best way to get something banished forever, is to legalize it. Once a something is actually on the books and in the system, just about anything can be done with it. Assuming the game plan of the Conservatives is indeed to get the laws on the books via their own methods and means so they can better drive them from there, that is. Sounds risky for sure, and a helluva lotta people are gonna pay some hefty short-term prices that may really fuck them up long-term. And it’s not like the Conservatives can come right out and say “hey, we’re doing this for the sole purpose of fucking it up completely and making sure no one can do this very easily in the future”, it’s all gotta be done on the down low and hush hush. The down side to playing such a dangerous game is them getting voted out of office, the Conservatives don’t get to see it through, and all those juicy control laws are on the books unaltered and unchallenged, and just waiting for the right wrong person and/or people to come along and get their filthy mitts on them.
The other day some random dude followed me on Twitter. As per usual, I didn’t pay them much mind for a span to see if they’d unfollow me if I didn’t immediately follow them back. Lotta folks on Twitter appear to do that. Follow account for the express purpose of obtaining a follow back.
Trolling, for followers.
Anyway, as per usual, I went and looked at the dude’s Twitter feed and started the brief vetting process that I typically do, then followed the dude back. I then get what I assume is an automated DM to me encouraging me to go listen to his music and “help spread the word”, I guess about his music, and him and his enterprise or whatever. No way this automated process or bot or whatever could know this, but I’d already listened to the song they sent me in the DM, and my first inkling was to reply back and solicit them to, in return, purchase a copy of the latest Underdog Anthology and maybe go read me and my friends’ blogs.
Ask a bot or automated process, to buy a book. I guess maybe I could query it as to possibly buying/reading the Kindle version? Anyway, not ragging on the guy really as much as just pointing out that, I, tend to plug people’s shit because I choose to of my own accord. If I find something interesting, I share it because there are others out there who might dig it whether it be music or movies or art or information or whatever. Like I said, I’d already listened to that song and was already gonna plug it even tho it’s not really my kind of music if for no other reason that it’s not bad and because I know that there might be someone else out there who’d like it a lot. I’d be there Bridger in this case: bringing people together. And also, there’s a bit in the video that says “MAKE IT ALL ABOUT YOU” which, was syncy as hell because I’d just written something for my own blog where…I make a section that is not about me, all about me. And now that I’ve done the same by making this entire section about me, me and me, here’s the fucking song. Enjoy.
(it's actually pretty good)
So, there you have it, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention, and… Have a Song…
*Blimey! I’ve been to three of the Canary Islands, but not that one… /lights up and smokes… Wait! Isn’t that the volcano in that Horizon doc I saw ages ago, Clicky?*
*Thought so. Shit… /plumes smokes… well, let’s hope that don’t ‘appen…*
Hello there, Dear Reader. I’ve been under the kosh for the past few days, as I’ve been trying to finish writing ‘OK Charon!’, the next installment of my Ronageddon series of stories for the next Underdog Anthology. So I was delighted to find a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon waiting for me this morning…
*It’s always a pleasure to read Cade’s writing, Clicky…*
… And I couldn’t wait to share it with you. Enjoy!
If those of you running things on the web and/or various websites have wondered if you are approaching critical mass on the number of ads you are subjecting visitors to, the answer is yes. For this reason, there will be no YouTube video accompanying this section. Sweet Jesus, you fuckers are off your rockers with the ads. And the popups now are worse than they were in the late 1990’s/early 2000’s. In fact, it’s now a rarity that a website does not give me a popup of some kind. Fucking hell…you do want me to read your content, right? Not spend the entirety of my time on your site clicking off popups in an attempt to read your content, then getting frustrated and leaving, never to return? But yeah, critical mass, website ads, you’re there.
Speaking of, I’ve had my current email address for 6 and 1/2 years, and in that entire span of time, I have not gotten ONE single piece of unsolicited email nor have I gotten one single piece of spam.
However, since ordering some Pizza Hut pizza online a coupla months ago? I’ve had a rich relative who I didn’t even know existed up and die and they left me like 30 million dollars, I’ve had someone offer to pay me several million dollars to help them smuggle their millions out of some backwater country, the United Nations/World Bank has discovered that they owe me 5.4 million dollars for some unknown reason, the International Monetary Fund has discovered that they owe me 10.7 million dollars because of corrupt bank officials and courier companies, and I’ve also won 1.2 million dollars in the Australian Lottery. Fuck ME! I had no idea giving my email to complete strangers was gonna make me so goddamn LUCKY!!!! And just in time for my Vegas tip too!
Thank you PIZZA HUT!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Had you and/or your employees not sold my email address to a bunch of sleazy fucknuts for a few bucks, I would not be the multi-millionaire I am today.
You, are way behind me. Your quest to elevate yourself to an enlightened state is happening so far behind my own that I am lightyears ahead of you. I am knocking on God’s door, and you are so fucking lost that you are still unsure whether or not God even has a door. Hell, you’re so far behind me that you’re prolly still doubting there even is a God.
X: This is not where you were going.
0: May I interject here? I sense danger, and for once I’d like to see the kid avoid trouble if possible.
Cade: I was going to put forth the notion that, in some things, we might actually be able to challenge this almighty entity many of us have grown up hearing about.
0: But…you got lost.
Cade: Correct. I had an idea, was gonna write it down, and in the 15 to 20 seconds it took for me to pull my tubby ass off the floor and open my word processor, the thought was gone.
0: Why do you think that is?
Cade: I really do not know. I didn’t sense danger. And I honestly sat there for a minute or so trying to get the feeling back, but it did not come.
Cade: Yes. Everything that I write is a feeling. Something in me…erm…feels, like, a certain way or something, and the words come.
0: But, you aren’t being totally honest here. You had a brief moment where you thought “this might not be such a good idea”, and you were unable to recall your thought.
Cade: Again, correct.
0: So what is this “challenge God” crap?
Cade: I really don’t know. It was an idea that maybe sometimes we are on a more or less equal footing with…”elevated fuckers”, or whatever…and I wanted to explore the idea of what we as individuals chose to do in those situations.
0: Do you really think it a good idea to point out such things?
Cade: I can take the high ground here and say “no”, but I don’t think that would be honest to the feeling that I had in my gut.
0: Which was?
Cade: Perhaps a bit on how to deal with success.
0: You aren’t very good with that.
Cade: Fuck no I ain’t. I have no idea what “success” even is beyond some social construct where outside opinion is required in order to justify a contextual something.
0: And shortly after any such proclamations, you’re right back to being a moron.
Cade: Exactly. Some…”poking my head above the clouds” type of moment occasionally exists within the fabric of space and time, these moments are rare, and fleeting.
X: You think that in these moments, you’ve challenged God, and won?
Cade: No. As far as I can tell, the idea is to challenge yourself and win. As to whether that victory somehow translates to God or others, I do not know.
X: And yet, you had an idea that led you to come here and write about the notion of “challenging God”, and now you’re talking about…whatever it is that you are talking about.
Cade: OK…then let’s wander back to where this idea sprang from.
0: Are you sure you want to do this.
Cade: No. But, I’m gonna do it anyway.
0: God be with you.
Cade: The original thought that got me to spinning was the idea of eliminating the concept of “human trafficking”.
0: You’ve temporarily fixed your broken headphones, you started to watch a documentary, but then you stopped watching it because you thought of a someone who might want to watch it with you.
Cade: Correct. I stopped, and someone in the documentary had just put forth the notion of “permanently eliminating human trafficking”.
0: Sounds like something good to aspire to.
Cade: God is the biggest human trafficker in history.
0: Uh oh…
Cade: You ain’t wrong. It’s a helluva thought to have, but after thinking on it for a moment, I can find no fault with the thought.
0: And so your idea was that you are basically “challenging God”?
Cade: No. My thought was that anyone who read my making the assertion that “God is the biggest human trafficker in history” would likely see me as challenging God. This had the knock-on effect of me starting to wonder if such thoughts in my own head are “a challenge to God”.
0: And you promptly sat up to start writing, then forgot what you were going to write.
Cade: Yes. BUT! See what just sitting down and writing a bit got me?
X: Why yes, I do.
Cade: lolz…look, I can see the thought being a bit…um, controversial or inflammatory or emotionally charged or whatever, but the point was, there was a dude in this film who suggested that we humans should endeavor to completely eliminate the concept of “human trafficking”, which on the surface sounds great and all, but it immediately became clear that in order to do so, there are metric shit tons of stuff that will need to be eliminated as a consequence.
Cade: Well, I’m not going to go into all the details, but it immediately occurred to me that, if there is indeed “a” God, or if there are “gods”, anyone wanting to eliminate human trafficking is gonna find themselves toe-to-toe with these entities at some point.
X: And by default, will actually and eventually find themselves staring down “the” God?
X: And the result would be?
Cade: No idea. I only know that, within the framework of “creation”, there appears to be a force that deals in human flesh/human lives, and for one to actually eliminate this “trafficking” would, perhaps, fuckup “Creation” as we know it.
X: And from there, your mind wandered.
Cade: Well, yeah. There’s all kinds of “futurist” types of considerations.
Z: Designer babies.
Cade: Yes, but in all honestly that concept is nothing new. People have been matchmaking in various modes since the beginning of time as far as I can tell. The only difference is maybe the means and a somewhat greater availability via technology and such.
A: And your feelings on these matters?
Cade: It comes down to the same shit as just about everything that I write.
A: Which is?
Cade: How many lines am I crossing, and am I in any way prepared to cross them.
X: You honestly think that “God” deals in flesh?
Cade: There are points in the Bible where God talks about intentionally making people stupid or blind or ignorant or hardening their hearts or whatever….I guess, in order for “God” to get what they want.
X: Your point?
Cade: I have to wonder sometimes if God makes me a moron for the express purpose of letting me blunder around in the dark.
Z: I admit I am a bit lost.
Cade: I know that is not true, but thank you for providing me a moment in which to meld these many ideas.
0: You are suggesting that God is a human trafficker…
Cade: Wait…for the sake of arguments, let’s make “God” and “Nature” somewhat interchangable.
X: Are you sure you want to do that?
Cade: Actually, no. It muddies the discussion something fierce. That said, it’s probably a fair approach seeing as how plenty of people seem to have no idea what to think about the concept of “God”.
T: Many have no idea what to think about the concept of “Nature” either.
Cade: Tru dat.
0: So you think that you have what is essentially a heretical and/or blasphemous type of thought, and you wonder if God is making you just stupid enough to ramble on about it anyway.
Cade: I think it highly possible that if there is some “higher” something actively working on my own life, that yes, they can potentially make me capable of being smart and stupid at the same time. And, fuck, they ain’t gotta do much at all to make me stupid.
0: And what about smart?
Cade: I’ll refer back to the original thought of typically needing some kind of outside influence to even have the slightest comprehension of what is typically billed as “success”. I’m successful at a lot of things that many if not most wouldn’t even bat an eye at because they aren’t things that are all flashy and make loads of people cream in their pants or swoon or whatever.
X: You’re thinking that “simulation theory” or “simulation hypothesis” is part of the posthumanist agenda.
Cade: It occurs to me that in order to eliminate “human trafficking”, there is a lot of average and boring shit that most “elevated folk” will almost certainly overlook, and all of this will also need to be tamed and then controlled.
X: And you think that the Posthumanists will think of these things?
Cade: Well, if they haven’t thought of it before, they’ll sure as shit be thinking about it now.
0: The Matrix has you Cade.
Cade: So it would seem.
0: And what was all that jazz about being ahead of others?
Cade: Just think that there has to be some property embedded within the concept of “ascension” where some, must, be left behind.
0: Doesn’t seem quite fair.
Cade: Fuck fair. I wasn’t thinking about “fair” as much as I was thinking more about how and why “elders” cannot relate to their own peers irrespective of where these peers may be in their own journey.
X: Get too big for for their own britches.
Cade: Maybe. Was just thinking that perhaps “relating” is so difficult because everyone is struggling so much to get those top tiers and become untouchable, that they forget from whence they came.
0: Do you?
Cade: Probably. I try not to, but I’m sure I fail miserably just like I fail at every other fucking thing.
You may not have read all that. I would submit tho that yes indeedy, if one is going to endeavor to “end human trafficking”, it is likely that you are only thinking in terms of “evil”, and you’ve not thought this through. Hell, once you get to thinking in both good and evil terms, you’re then gonna have to stop thinking only in “human” terms, and that is gonna be so deep and overwhelming that you might just lose heart entirely.
Human tissue trafficking. Bacteria trafficking. Virus trafficking. Plant trafficking. Animal trafficking. Insect trafficking. Oil trafficking. CO2 trafficking. Mineral trafficking. Vitamin trafficking. *.* trafficking. Like it or not, your very existence causes you to stomp the living shit out of all kinds of things – you traffic in all kinds of things, and you likely don’t give these things a second thought, let alone think of yourself as a trafficker. However, if you’re gonna plumb these depths, you’re gonna have to give some of these things some thought. Or, you can just, half-ass it like most crusaders do. Take what you can get then pat yourself on the back for being all great and stuff.
Oh, and here's that documentary.
Like I said, I didn’t get that far, and to be honest it looks more like hype and cheese than anything, but I’ll prolly give it a watch at some point. If for no other reason than to see where “the up and comers” are in their various journeys.
Ya know, the big appeal of “The Matrix” is being in position to where the rules either do not apply to you, or you yourself can be in a position to bend or break the rules.
It's that simple.
I get the feeling that someday, many folks are going to “wake up” and realize that all of the crap they were reaching for, they already had it. Already possessed the freedom to bend or even break any and every rule imaginable. It will be at this point that you’ll have to come clean with yourself and admit that what you were really looking for, was a realm where you could do as you please without fear of repercussion or reprisal. Welp, I got news for you…
these realms exist too.
Very exclusive these realms tho. Very fragile too. And worst of all, they are almost certain to contain all the bullshit that you espouse to so vehemently oppose. Quite a loop. Cover a lot of ground, and go basically…
Do you even know what “swing” is? Of course you don’t. Who the fuck listens to swing anymore, let alone any music that either has swing in it or a swing to it.
Have often wondered about the nature of time, as it pertains to the times that are crammed in it. One of the most intriguing ideas is the notion of how time appears to run faster or slower under certain conditions. And by faster or slower, I’m referring to faster according to our own perception of “normal time”, or slower according to our own perception of “normal time”. Some examples would be when people have near-death or some other type of traumatic event, huge chunks of time can appear to run extremely fast, and we know that the further that one travels away from the Earth, the more time appears to slow down.
For me personally, all kinds of things are always running at strange times because of some “celestial events” that I use constantly as filters for my own thoughts. Big Bang, Big Crunch, Big Swirl, Pulsars, Novae, Black Holes, etc.. Over the past 10 years or so, I’ve also picked up some less relatable filters via thoughts about…erm…how do I word this…”entites who move through time differently than we do”. Basically, living beings of some kind that move through time and space faster or slower than we do. These thoughts can be quite scary when one thinks about contextual events such as “moving through space which contains a star, when operating in a realm where time moves thousands to millions faster or more slower according to the observer than time moves for us.”
I mean, can you imagine moving through a star when you’re only moving at 1 foot per year? Or 1 foot ever million years? Yeah, I know. There are questions there regarding things like mortality/immortality, but this does not invalidate the thoughts on speed if for no other reason than we humans have little to no understanding about either concept, and plenty of folks in our own human history who seem to think that at least some part of our own mortal being carries some immortal something within it. And of course, there’s that pesky “energy can neither be created nor destroyed” conservation of energy thing.
All that said, where I was really going with this is some thoughts that I’ve had regarding “The Big Bang” and the idea that it wasn’t just some singular something as it is usually portrayed in all those science shows with their fancy explosions. Namely my thoughts have been, it happened, it is still happening right now, and it will continue to happen. It is with that thought I’ve wondered…wait, what if a star is actually an exploding something that is running at a different time than we perceive time? Stars supposedly collect a bunch of crap that is floating around via some unknown process(es), then they eventually get so dense that some chain reaction starts via some critical mass, then all that shit catches on fire and starts burning. Welp, from there, our understanding is that the star starts expanding as it gives off energy and starts losing its mass, and a star will continue expanding, growing larger and larger throughout its “life”.
Sounds like an explosion to me.
Perhaps a really fucking slow explosion, but an explosion nonetheless. Eventually, this “slow-ass explosion” will eventually speed up to speeds that we more readily understand when the thing goes nova or supernova. But until that time, I mean, the entire mass of the Universe is pressing down on this star, right? The entire mass of the Universe is basically containing this explosion. So, why would this “explosion” run at the same time as everything else?
I’ve watched plenty of videos of the Slow Mo Guys and others blowing shit up underwater, and every time they do this, I’ve seen that little “star” or “Big Bang” representation in these detonations. However, for some reason that video above and that first pop Gav does really demonstrates these thoughts that I’ve had about time running slower (or faster) under certain conditions. Perhaps it’s the proximity of an object nearby, or maybe I’ve watched so damn many of these things that I was finally able to express in words what I’ve been seeing for so long. I’m not an educated fella so, I don’t really possess the vocabulary to express things the way some actual scientist might. And that’s by design because if I learn their language, I’m gonna just wind up talking like they do and saying the same shit they do and that ain’t gonna help anyone. Gotta find my own way. Or die trying.
Prolly gonna be that second one.
That shit always has a bend to it. And no matter what it is, if it’s not bending now, or it hasn’t bent in the past, you can bet your ass it is gonna bend at some point. Has to be some property embedded within even the most linear of somethings that, causes it to bend. Maybe even break. Maybe even break before the “bend” property can be realized or maybe even before it can be recognized as a bend.
Q: Can a “bend” property exist within a system, yet never be identifiable as such?
A: ? /?\ ?
Gotta be possible. You have no interest in this. It’s all “Big Swirl” crap and “The Big Swirl” isn’t even a real thing so, I’ll bail.
*For the Song? …/stubs butt.. That’s an idea, Clicky…*
I don’t know about you, but I feel refreshed now, and ready to get back down to writing. Thank you Cade ❤
See you next time, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤
*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…*
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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…*