*/Flicks lighter… That’s a sync, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… In fact that’s a specific sync telling me get my arse in gear and write a Halloween story for UAXII…*
*An’ I’ll tell you wot else… /flicks ash… ‘Trailblazer’ crops up later in this post…*
*/drags… What a year, Clicky… /rolls eyes… it just keeps on giving… /streams smoke…*
*Now that I come to fink of it… /deep drag… Pesto’s reporting precipitated the fall of Northern Rock bank in 2007…*
*/plumes smoke… Pesto joined Twitter in March 2008, so ‘e wouldn’t ‘ave broke the story there. ‘E gets more push back now on the narratives ‘E’s peddlin’…*
*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky! …/grimaces… Why’d you leave the ‘igh pitch bit in at the end? My ears are ringing…*
*/final drag… Seriously, rust on the Moon. Whatever next? …/stubs butt… Hey! Did you spot the ‘Trailblazer’ sync, Clicky?*
‘JPL is also building a new version of M3 for an orbiter called Lunar Trailblazer.’
*True man painter… /smirks… Trumania, Trump Mania. There’s a lot of that about…*
*Yep, one of the first fings I saw this morning, Clicky… /lights up…*
*/drags… It can sum times feel like that, Clicky, true…*
*What?! …/coughs out smoke… No, I don’t want to remote view ‘Sophie’s Choice’ next. I’ve seen it; it doesn’t end well…*
*Yes, we’ll keep looking. Sophie woz on a ‘iding to nuffin’ in that flick. Mind you, it woz ‘er own fault for promoting Nazi ideals… /puffs angrily… And choosing not to translate… /clears throat…
*Stoned or stoning, one of those…
*Far Right and Far Left? So close in ideology that you couldn’t separate ’em with a fuckin’ cigarette paper…*
*It has been a good afternoon, evening and night, Clicky, it has…*
*Superb movie, Clicky… /lights up… went to see it twice… /drags… I had such crush on Mandy Patinkin after that… /plumes smoke… Well, on the character anyway…*
*True… /flicks ash… Cade and I have been pondering wrestling recently… /puffs… But I’m trying to introduce his missive now, and you’re kinda distracting me, Clicky…*
*Oh bollocks! You’ve got me thinking about how Iocane power comes from Australia…*
*Antipodeans are so fuckin’ needy to be seen as whirled leaders, Clicky… /drags… regardless of the direction of travel…*
*/streams smokes… When it seems that for all these years smokers have been building a tolerance to Covid-19…*
*You can say that again, Clicky…*
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Pay no heed to the above. Especially those first four letters and their ordering. Just doing some textual doodling whilst I was thinking about a concept. Amazing what one sometimes sees whilst trying to get their head wrapped around a something.
If someone is “on the fence”, I can only wonder how they got there.
Anyone have any ideas as to how individuals wind up on a fence?
Anyone have any ideas as to who says it’s a bad thing to be on a fence? Because I’d argue they’ve never encountered an angry stray dog or unleashed/unfenced dog.
They’ve certainly not encountered an entire pack of angry loose dogs.
Growling, slobbering, angry animals who want you off that fence so they can get a piece of you.
The only thing protecting you is that fence. Thank God that fence was there for you to jump on, eh?
Say, that reminds me, what are fences sometimes made of?
Trees sometimes work just as well as a fence.
Someone prolly gonna have issues with you being in that tree too tho’.
No telling who may own that tree, and the owner(s) may have issues with you being in that tree irrespective of your own personal reasons for being in it.
And maybe not just and only the same rabid fucks who initially chased you up there in the first place.
You sure have amassed a metric fuckton of people who want you out of that tree or off that fence. Holy hell, you were only trying to save your own bacon…what the FUCK?!?!?
People who say “they aren’t interested in material things” cause me concern. I am a material thing. I even have a few material things that are my own. Can only wonder if your disinterest in material things may cause you to trash me and my things.
Well, what do we have here?!? A question from The Whatever However Hotline!
Cade: Wow…what a generic, yet completely off-the-wall type of question to ask of someone who is completely unqualified to answer the question. But, yes, the United States of America does indeed have plans already made up and ready to go to either repel certain invasions, to support certain allies in certain ways in certain theatres, and also there are plans to invade just about any and every nook and cranny of the entire planet and beyond.
I hate to tell you this, but whatever country you occupy likely has loads of similar plans. So do you. You make plans to invade financial markets. Grocery stores. Retail shops. Men. Women. Neighbors. Family members. Wasp nests. Dirty kitchens. Unkempt lawns or gardens. Roadways. The Internet. You have shitloads of your own plans to defend, invade and/or attack certain areas in order to keep what you have, or get what you want or need. Or maybe you just want to make a something look and behave like you think it should look and behave, so you organize a plan in order to get that done. Also, I don’t see what the big mystery is with countries and their governments having plans formulated and ready to react to a given situation.
That's what you pay them to do
Something that has troubled me for a long time regarding the concept of transmediums and/or mediumship is that once this connection is made, neither party exists. Both cease to exist. The medium or host is no longer themselves, and the interloper cannot be themselves within the domain of another as they are inaccurately represented. In order for this to work, I would think that any invading spirit would have to perfectly emulate the host prior to entry. But again this does not work because the spirit is no longer the unique being they were. They are now whomever they are attempting to latch onto.
All those thoughts aside, I would think that in order for mediumship of any kind to work, the medium themselves would have to be completely and totally neutral. In order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to pass the data, as is, irrespective of whether it makes any sense to you or not. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to the recipient(s) either. Nor even the sender. The medium is a diode. A switch. Which makes me wonder as to the mechanics of more servomechanism types of action(s) when information is being transmitting from one plane to another. Which lands me right back at in order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to somehow exist in both planes, whilst simultaneously not existing in either. Physics is likely to say this is an impossibility.
BLOOPS! I guess maybe matter can have two separate/different states at the same time. But then again, why couldn’t it? Light is both particle and wave at the same time. Depending upon present company of course.
We hear a lot about “great minds” getting together and discussing ideas. I guess the implication is that when this happens, “the smart” get smarter. But what happens when dumbasses get together and discuss ideas? Do they get dumber? When average people get together to discuss ideas, do they get more average? Not only that, but when dumb people get together and get dumber, do the smart get smarter by default? Like, the smart fuckers don’t even have to get together in order to get smarter, nor do the average folk need to get together in order to become more average.
Awoke this morning with the concepts of affection and being affectionate on my mind, pondered it a bit, but reached no conclusions as to the nature of affection. In order to be affectionate, one must be in proximity to and/or have reasonable access to a second party, and that second party must be receptive to the affection.
What I also pondered was the concept of passionate affection, and/or, being affectionately passionate. One being a state of having a passion for affection, and one being a state of passion whilst displaying affection. I wondered about myself and my love for displaying affection. I’m not real great at being on the receiving end of affection(s), but I feel fairly confident in my abilities to dole affection out. Question is, is this desire to display affection a detriment? Moreover, could my yearning to dote upon someone be considered a fault? Again, another party must be present, and they must be receptive to any affections otherwise I’m subject to repudiation.
Things just took an unexpected turn
Was thinking about the concept of “too much” with respect to affection in a relationship. If you and I are in a relationship, like a touchy-feely type relationship, and I try and rub your shoulders each day when you arrive home from work, there are likely days when you don’t want your shoulders rubbed. There may even come a point to where you appear to never want your shoulders rubbed, and I get the hint and stop even trying to offer.
A: ???
You didn’t want me rubbing your shoulders, I complied, all parties should be happy. Or at least until you get it in your mind that “hey, I wonder why he never asks me if I want a shoulder rub anymore?”. It’s prolly because I’ve abandoned you completely and am fucking your sister, two of your aunts, as well as several of your friends. I even rub their shoulders occasionally.
Unlike you, they like it
There’s prolly all kinds of residuals which collect over time and throw us into loops.
I personally am not one to immediately dismiss loops as bad things. Those seemingly repetitive passes provide one a chance to evaluate these loops they’re in. Maybe provide the time for figuring out how to best escape the situation. Maybe even provide the time to dismantle the very architecture you created which landed you in these loops in the first place. Find ways around, find ways through, find ways out. Before you know it, you’re on your way to wherever you want to be, you’ve likely learned a thing or two, and you’re now free to repeat the whole damn process anew on greener pastures. Loads of free space out there just waiting for you to fill it with more baggage.
And hey, since we are on the topic of baggage…
A: ?ó¿ó?
Yeah, like luggage: How do you treat your own luggage as you travel? Pretty well I bet. It is important to you afterall. Even if its the cheap stuff or some knock-off of “designer luggage” like Louis Baton or Ralph Lorenzo or Samsonote or Amercan Tourastafarian.
But how others treat our baggage? Wheeeeeee doggies!!! That’s a whole other topic now ain’t it? Those professional baggage handlers who handle baggage all day every day better treat your baggage with the respect it deserves, eh?
Just thinking that maybe a lot of this “personal baggage” stuff sometimes centers more around how we perceive how others perceive/treat our baggage rather than what we ourselves think about our own shiz. We try and see what they are seeing, rather than seeing things as we see them. Hey, treat your own shit well. That’s the best you can prolly ever hope for. Others are unlikely to give a fuck. I mean, what the hell are they doing rummaging through your baggage for anyway? Ain’t they got their own shit to deal with? What are they, psychological customs agents? Are they even digging through your shit, or is it a matter of your opinions about someone else’s opinions about you and your shit?
What a fucking mess
Hate to be the one to tell you this…
…but I don’t think “exclusivity” exists in the more esoteric realms. Not to mention that you, in any more commercial endeavors, want people to consume whatever you are trowling out…right? You want them to hear you, understand you, believe you, convert their way(s) of thinking to be more in line with your own way(s) of thinking?
However, when others hear you and your thoughts, and they in turn voice their own opinions on your thoughts, you suddenly accuse them of totally missing your point(s)? Of not understanding your elevated and miraculous wisdom in the way and ways you want them to? You’re giving pearls to the pigs, but they just…don’t…get it?
Must be lonely in that pearly tower of your own wisdom that appears to be primarily based on someone else’s wisdom.
I’ve never read Jung…
…I almost never write about Jung. I purposefully avoid Jung as best I can, and may never get around to reading Jung. But I’ve experienced synchronicity my entire life whilst never knowing what in the fuck it was, nor did I ever encounter anyone else who experienced such things. Even got to where I didn’t talk about my experiences because everyone I spoke with about these weird coincidences branded me a goddamn loon. Told me I was nuts. Told me they were just coincidence(s) with no meaning whatsoever and it was all my imagination trying to add some additional meaning where there in fact was no meaning.
When I later stumbled upon Jung and his synchronicity jazz, it was quite the revelation for sure, but I was already miles down my own path, figuring out my own shit in my own ways. You really think it would be a wise thing for me to toss all of that in favor of someone else’s methods and meanings?
I think not
When I later found synchromysticism, I’ve figured I prolly made the right choice in avoiding Jung and sticking to what I know from my own experiences. Wander around and hear what others think about Jung, then ease myself into Jung’s actual works whenever I’m ready, and then form my own opinions. This may seem a bit backwards to some, but to me it’s the proper path. Meet Mr. Jung on my own terms so I can be more understanding about whatever it is he’s got to say. Afterall, this is gonna be a one-way conversation: he speaks, I listen, and there will be no conversation nor debate. Just a shitload of questions, all of which I’ll be required to find the answers on my own.
Maybe walking alone through the synchronistic storms of my own life wasn’t such a bad idea afterall.
Not trying to knock on anyone, but it does occur to me that even Jung’s stuff is an amalgam of other various shit from those who came before him. Were that previous stuff not to exist and/or not exist in the ordering that it did, neither would Jung’s work exist nor would “Jungians” be a thing.
Everything that came before was mutations of the shit that proceeded it. Jung’s shit was a mutation of the bits and pieces he gleaned from the whole mess, and Jung’s shit can only mutate further from there. Branch. The old shit is still there, the purists are still free to do their thing, there’s just gonna be a lot of new shit heaped on top.
You know what? Pretty much all that bullshit above has been sitting on my hard drive for right around a month or so. Was it really necessary that I inform you, the reader, of that information? No idea. I’ve not a clue when this will be published, nor do I know when you are reading this, nor do I know who the fuck you even are, nor why you’re reading my nonsense. Might be a something you’d be interested to know tho.
/shrug
I got lots more to write about, but ain’t gonna do it here and now.
I’m currently vexed by a thing or two.
I’m finding folds of skin that I didn’t even know existed.
I’ve suspected for a long time, sure, but never had any “proof”.
Would be quite something to find out how this is even possible.
Maybe even to find out some of what is behind it all.
And I really need to cut my fingernails prior to any involved typing.
I can type fair when they are short, I can type fair when they are long.
But when they are in that midrange stage?
Quite the challenge to type with middle-of-the-road length fingernails.
*Ha ha… The Jung Ones… /stubs butt… Seminal, Clicky, seminal viewing for a teenager in the early 80s…*
*So ‘elp me… /rolls eyes… Gawd, Clicky, this could be a long one. ‘Ow should we begin?*
*Ah… /flicks lighter… The Twitter Timeline sync during my lunch break today, excellent, starting point, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… Why am I thinking of Ricky Gervais?*
*Yes! Funny man… /flicks ash… No, hold on – weren’t the Nazis a crocodile?*
*That’s an underdog strategy, Clicky… /smirks… Bite ’em in the Balkans…*
*Nearly an ‘our an episode, Clicky… /drags… It’s like compressing World War 2 into a single day…*
*Alright, smarty pants, but there’s a lot less detail in 7 minutes…*
*Ha! The emergence of sharks and evolution of teeth at 10:11, and crocodiles appear at 11:05. Not a fucking Nazi to be seen…*
*The Chinese are Communists, knot Nazis, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*”A band called Socialist Fuzzy Bucket”…Hmm… /thinks… Did the advent of radio turn politics ‘radio-active’, do ya fink? …/deathly silence… Well?*
*Oh ‘ardly, Clicky – the Internet utilizes both effectively…
*Ugh! Possibly too effectively …/yawns stretchily… Time to wrap this shambles up me finks, Clicky…*
*To be honest, you’d be ‘ard-fuckin’-pressed to not see a single country in the world today that isn’t governed by parties, or ‘as opposition parties, all pulled straight out the ‘socialist fuzzy bucket’…*
*/shudders…*
*Yes, we’re done, Clicky…*
*Clicky, it’s late in the day and have to go make dinner. Can you introduce Cade’s new missive, please? …/pauses… Keep it simple, Sweetie…*
*Excellent! A Song to cook to… /sashays toward kitchen…*
If you are looking for the source of a river, chances are you’re looking in the wrong direction.
Perhaps...look...up?
Up is actually out, and out is eventually down…the river will spread and diverge from there.
By first looking up, you can cover more ground more efficiently
So yeah, when looking for a river’s source? You’re gonna have to look high and low.
Ever heard of “scoop marks”? Was watching something on the topic of alien abductions with a friend, and the topic of “scoop marks” came up in the video. Supposedly, a surefire telltale sign of being abducted by aliens is these things called “scoop marks” on the skin where extraterrestrials are supposedly taking skin samples. The lady in the video showed a photo of some of these “scoop marks”, and I freaked upon seeing examples of these scoop marks. I, am fucking covered in those things. Always wondered what they were, why they are there, etc., but now am I to assume that I’ve been abducted multiple times by extraterrestrial beings?
All I wanted to do was see if I could find something on “scoop marks” on the epidermis. Maybe see what, if anything, they may have to do with Morgellons.
Now, I can honestly say that I know exactly what caused at least one of these many scoop marks that I personally have. Weed-eater, or string trimmer or whatever you wanna call it slung a rock into my left shin, made a huge indention, and it never really healed for a very long time. Eventually it turned white, the indention is still there, and this was kind of a trigger for me to start looking at these other “scoop marks” that I was already covered with long before that weed-whacker left an impact crater on my shin.
What I wondered was, is it possible that I am, for some reason, covered with impact craters. Because if that’s the case, what in the FUCK could possibly be slamming into me that I would not notice? Worse still, maybe I DID notice, but these injuries happened so long ago that I for the most part dismissed them. Certainly never considered some aggregate down the road that would result in my body looking like the surface of Luna.
A: Roy Sullivan
Now, Roy may have been struck multiple times, but he was likely in different places when he was struck. Like for example, riding your motorcycle down the highway at 70mph in shorts with no shirt and no helmet, and getting stuck behind a gravel truck that is peppering the living fuck out of you as it trails a rolling sandstorm.
With that in mind, does a single person/human qualify as a single point in space? Different places, different times, different storms, different injuries, same human. What I’m thinking about here is more related to “less-physically detectable” types of impacts which may be blasting a human body daily without you ever even knowing it. Is there an aggregate type of damage occurring over time which results in scars appearing with no apparent cause(s)?
How many times you figure you used a weed-eater while wearing shorts and butchering the living fuck out of your legs before you decided it was probably a good idea to wear long pants when trimming the grass on the lawn? I live in Texas. It’s hot out there in the summer. Motherfucking hot hot hot it is. Lawn work wearing jeans to protect my legs? Not a very appealing idea no matter how much of a beating the jeans save my legs from.
So you’ve got a choice…butcher your legs via high-speed debris slung by the weed-whacker, or forego the micro-injuries to your legs and risk dehydration and possibly heat stroke. You could of course save yourself by hiring the job out. Let somebody else take the risks and suffer the injuries.
Lesse…where was I? OH YEAH!!! I was thinking about micro-impacts on the epidermis, and maybe what that does over time. Also thinking about how long a scar or blemish might take to manifest if one were caught outside during a solar storm. Or maybe after getting an x-ray. Or maybe if you live near a cell tower. Or maybe if the shielding on your home’s wiring isn’t that great.
Thing is tho, I’m also thinking about how likely energy is to return to a specific point on the human body. We are electrical beings afterall, we generate fields, and a specific field generated by a specific human may have a propensity to direct certain energies to certain locations. May seem a stretch to some, but it occurs to me that any energy/energies which the body cannot deflect, it may try to direct. Send it to some area where this energy will do the least amount of damage. Or maybe even…the most amount of damage.
A: Maybe certain energies are not supposed to exist when and where they do, and/or perhaps not in the intensities and/or frequencies where they exist
Sucks for sure. but at the same time, great calling card to leave.
THIS(energy) = THAT(injury)
For the record, I’m not thinking specifically about “5G” in the thoughts above. 5G is just one of many energies that we are bombed with every day, and more are coming. What is on my mind is how our bodies respond and even adapt. Or at least, how our bodies cope.
lolz…speaking of being bombed by energies…in the video below, @ 37 seconds, one of the girls bends over, and you can almost tell that the camera operator started to zoom in on the girl’s ass, but thought better of it and wobbled a bit before turning the focus away from her bent-over ass.
Fucking rofl
So yeah…um…with that girl bending over like, can her ass and the related real-estate be considered “a directed-energy weapon”?
Your own house…it needs to be in order. Doesn’t matter what your neighbor nor anyone else is doing. If your own shit ain’t in order, and you are blasting others for their actions, you’re pissing in a fan.
Like, spiritually
Spiritually pissing, into the spiritual fan. Maybe you are a fan of golden showers.
/shrug
When you are several hundred feet tall, I’m guessing that the combination of a huge heart coupled with three brains produces a lot of electricity. Nevermind that you’ve got a giant body moving through air which almost assuredly produces a shitload of static electricity. I guess this is why King Ghidra/Monster Zero can shoot lightning out of it’s mouth(s). I do wonder tho – Ghidra does seem to be able to blast lightning on command, so where is all that electricity stored until needed?
And speaking of storing electricity, I finally got my first gander at a battery from a Tesla car the other day. Was shocked to learn that the battery seems to be a giant flat plate that runs the entire length and width of the vehicle. I dunno how concerned you personally are about electromagnetic and/or electrostatic radiation, but putting your ass on top of a giant source of such energies? Especially with no shielding between your soft bits and that giant battery?
Seems like a bad idea
Nevermind that induction motor swinging electrons like crazy. Riding in a Tesla vehicle just seems the equivalent of operating a balloon factory on top of some power lines that are located near a cluster of TV transmitters and broadcast towers, and all your workers are cats.
I have no idea what kind(s) of shielding a Tesla vehicle has for the EMF radiation(s) that the vehicle itself emits. I do know that finding information about the particulars of Tesla vehicles has proven to be troublesome. But that kinda makes more sense now that I know that Tesla vehicles will not work unless they are connected to the Tesla corporation’s infrastructure. It also appears that Tesla vehicle owners cannot work on nor repair their own vehicles. You cannot purchase parts for your Tesla vehicle.
Yeesh
Sounds like Musk has taken the worst from other corporations, and aggregated them in his own corporation.
Yeesh
Why in the fuck would anyone want to own one of these things?
You only wanted to deliver packages…
…you are now an operative of the state.
Before long, everyone you interact with will be so well trained in so many areas of information gathering for dissemination to third parties that the nature of one-on-one relationships will forever be changed. Unless you yourself have also been trained and assimilated into the intelligence gathering rings, you’ll have no idea what other people are sizing you up for and why. Fuck getting your packages delivered in a timely manner, we’re too busy trying to snoop on you to worry about something so insignificant as your consumerist bullshit parcel.
Best part is that certain entities can save on their operating costs. Worst part is that it diminishes the importance of the concepts behind the NSPCC’s stated purpose. Nevermind that you’ve created yet another branch for abuse(s) by attempting to turn more and more people into informants. Someone complains about Deliveroo?
Report them as suspected child abusers
If this was a voluntary thing your delivery drivers signed up for? Maybe not quite as bad as your delivery personnel are willingly accepting the associated risks. But making it mandatory? You’re opening your employees up to a shitload of personal risk which you yourself do not share, all so your company and its partners can get some free advertising. Your grass is likely to get redder on the other side.
Grass getting redder
Redder?
More red?
More...read?
Grass is greener gets more red.
Grass is greener gets more read.
Density...Within...The Body
Strange concept to ponder, no? To wonder how certain molecules may tug differently on our innards. When you couple this with thinking about environmental changes, say like barometric pressure, seasonal changes, ergonomics, lifestyles, etc., shit gets really wonky.
James Randi (AKA: The Amazing Randi) is known for taking an entire bottle of homeopathic medicine before a performance in order to demonstrate what bullshit homeopathic medicines are. The dose in each capsule is so minute, that he can take a whole bottle with no ill effect on his person. If it’s the dose that makes the poison, I guess in this case, the absence of proper dosing is perceived to be the poison.
Fair enough
But at the same time, a ship with a small rudder will turn just as well as a ship with a large rudder, you just gotta plan ahead a little further with respect to your turns. And what I’m thinking about here is how well we chart our courses and plan our turns with respect to our own health. More specifically, is it possible that minute changes/minute influences can affect our lives equally as much as drastic changes/influences?
You cut out the enchiladas and chicken wings in order to whip your body “back” into shape. Back – there’s no going back. Forward is the only available option. With that in mind, you’re headed backwards in your head, forwards with your body, and the whole mess is gonna wind up someplace that neither likely expected to be. Lemme back up a bit. If you make changes in your life, it should prolly be to alter course from where you are currently headed rather than an attempt to return to home port. You never left home port. You took it with you when you ventured off to wherever in the fuck you went. Perhaps that old saying “you can never go home again” should actually read…”you can ever go home again”. You’re always home. Always and ever, home.
Digress
I wanna know what densities are required within the human body to achieve a certain result. Take Carbon for example. We are supposedly “Carbon-Based” lifeforms, so what the fuck is it doing in there, why is it required, and in what concentration(s)?
Same with other stuff
What kinds of mass is required? What density? What concentration? More than that, what make the body go bonkers when certain densities of certain things are attained?
We’re gonna have to think energy and energies here as well, because we here and now live in a world that is motherfucking obsessed with energy. Booze, Ayahuasca, opiates/opioids, coffee, energy drinks, vitamins & minerals, wearable technology, WiFi, radio, television, noisy cars, noisy airplanes, air-pollution, makeup, deodorizers, scented candles, cleansers …we are fucking bombed out of our fucking gourds on energy and energies of every sort. But what about…
a string?
A thread. A tiny fucking fiber embedded in your flesh that is so small that you’d need a powerful microscope in order to see it. What does that “dense object” do to your body as it occupies space and displaces what would normally be there? How does your body even perceive it? Does your body even perceive it?
Recently, I read something regarding the length of human DNA strands. It stated that the length of all the DNA strands from a single cell stretched end to end equates to about 6 feet/2 meters, and that all the DNA from all the cells in a single human would stretch from Earth/Terra to Sol and back 300 times. Today, I see this…
The average adult human male is 5’6” wide and 1’4” tall. Wait…I fucked that up. Average adult human male is 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 1 foot 4 inches wide. You know what? Fuck this. They say all humans currently alive will fit into the Grand Canyon, fine, we’ll all fit. You wanna know a real challenge tho? Actually getting to and actually seeing and/or experiencing the Grand Canyon. Now there’s a challenge. I’ve never been there. Never seen it. I get the impression that I am not alone in that regard.
In an age when travel is so readily available, almost no one can actually do it. Especially now that all this Coronovirus/nCoV-2019 nonsense started happening. Good time to institute new travel requirements and new travel guidelines tho, eh? Wanna travel? Get chipped, and you’re free to go wherever you want, whenever you want.
According to the standard rules anyway
But maybe…just maybe…there’s another way? Yeah…to travel. Maybe there’s another way.
Was just listening to an Astrology video that a certain someone posted over at Merovee, when I open my Twitter and see this…
I guess that is more or less an admission that everything you do within your first 10 years as an Astrologer is complete bullshit. Sounds to me like you owe a lotta people refunds.
A: ó¿ó
I’m guessing that Astrology is considered a service since the Astrologer is basically performing labor for a specific period of time, and there’s no tangible something provided in the transaction.
Jail? JAIL?!?!?! No fines? No warnings? No probation? No licensing revocations? Straight to fucking JAIL with ye!!!
Jesus...tough crowd this one
If there’s law regulating a something, that likely means licensing is also going to be required. If licensing is required, that means regulatory agencies are going to be required. If regulatory agencies are required, that means money is required. If money is required, that means taxes are required.
SO!
You wanna know the future, eh? But you want these predictions to be accurate and you also want recourse in the event predictions are not accurate? Welp, here’s a prediction for ya…
taxes, headaches, and a shitload of them
How’s that for an accurate prediction? Best part is, you made it all come true. You’re the master of your own destiny. Well done.
(yawn)
Is your tolerance capable of tolerating intolerance? Or have you joined the opposition without even realizing it? Just watched the vid below with a friend, and I honestly have no idea what they are on about. Honor? Prestige? Reputation? Seems to be a disconnect between the video title and what is actually said during the course of the video.
If you want something protected, protect it. Pretty simple really. Don’t ask someone else to do it, don’t commission someone else to do it, don’t attempt to force someone else to do it. Finish your smoke, finish your beer, end your complaint-cast, and get your own ass down to wherever this something is you want protected and protect it. It will mean so much more to your personal scruples with your own ass on the line to protect this something.
Divergence is sad. It’s a tough thing to take. Everything is going smoothly and according to plan…and then BLAMMO!!!
Divergence
On the up-side tho, this means reconciliation is on the horizon. You know exactly where to go, and now all you have to do is make a decision on whether or not to go get it back. Or you can stay diverged. Maybe you’re better off apart. You’re still together, just a new kind of togetherness.
A part of apart
Are you one to turn down financial opportunities? Nah, I didn’t think so, just asking. We’re pretty much trained from the cradle to identify and act upon opportunities. We may even have plans already in place should certain opportunities arise.
Begin
If “this” = “that” then
Do “this”;
End;
Strategy. Strategization
Begin
If “dead” = “rising” then
Do “grab gun and aim for the head”;
End;
You may even have more esoteric plans. Like, in the event of a retreat or some other withdrawal of the opposition, advance your own forces. Problem with adopting military thinking is tho, that you kinda need to be a study of the entire subject in order for military/paramilitary thinking to be effective. Utilizing only bits and pieces of military strategy is likely to lead to disaster.
Here, lemme help you out a bit…
Not really trying to encourage anyone in a tactical sort of way, but maybe learning a bit about how things work and why. May make you rethink that plan to go to war. Especially if you were to discover that the people you are going to war with are the very individuals who were encouraging you to wage war in the first place. Yeah, you thought they were your allies, but they are actually the opposition.
Stretches the imagination, eh? Welp, just keep in mind what “they” want to do. “They”, want to control you. You really think “they” give a flying fuck how “they” achieve this? Nope. By any and all means, “they” will be victorious. “They’ll” pick a fight with you via your own hand, at “their” prompting, and make anything and everything appear all your fault. You were seeking glory, right?
Welcome to it
If you’re looking for a straight-up toe to toe fight, I suggest you stick to boxing. The objective of warfare is to win, and irrespective of any convention or treaties, anything goes in the heat of battle. Who is to stop them?
YOU'RE IN A FUCKING WAR IN THE MIDDLE OF COMBAT!!!
Sure any violators may be subject to repercussions down the road and after-the-fact, but this is do or die…us or them…here and now. You really think a soldier gives a flying fuck about “the rules” when its their own ass on the line?
This pulling down statues bullshit is so fucking stupid, there almost assuredly has to be something else behind it.
Prolly loads of varied interests behind it
Kinda funny to think of opposing interests converging at a single point without even realizing it. I guess in the heat of the moment tho, it doesn’t really matter. You want that statue DOWN. Anyone who shows up to help achieve this? Meh, who cares? They’re available and willing, so, fuck it.
Yeah I know, plenty of stories throughout history of people(s) tearing the living fuck out of things, and we’re just likely experiencing our own tribulations in that and those regard(s). Do wonder how blind people are with respect to the reasons why?
That includes how blind I myself am
I see things, but not sure what that really means, nor to whom. Mainly, I’m interested with why certain entities appear to be attempting to get me to think and behave in certain ways. Requiring me to state the obvious is neither confirmation nor reinforcement. If anything, it’s a detraction. Limiting. Puts me in a box and requires me to behave in a manner that is acceptable and/or pleasing to you. Makes me act in ways that you think you’d behave were you in a similar situation. Got news for you, I’m not you, nor will I behave like you. Similar maybe, but certainly not same.
You’ve no idea what I’m talking about, do you?
No sweat…I’ve no idea what in the fuck you are talking about either.
Not a clue what you want from me nor why.
What a pair we make, eh?
*Clicky, you done?*
*Brilliant! Grubs up… /pats snout… I’m gonna read the missive after eating, with a cup of coffee and a smoke…*
*Indeed, I love my base, Clicky. Come on, dinner…*
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