CLICK5: Always Syncing…

A Little Writing Update…

Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL, Dear Reader, busy writing a short story for Underdog Anthology XII. Fortunately Clicky has been holding the fort, hopefully keeping you suitable entertained with his CLICK5 posts…

*I know you are, Clicky… /scrolls through list… Wow, and so many of them…*

I can confirm that my short story, ‘What Time Do You Finish?’ has been completed, submitted, accepted and edited…

*Yep, Death from ‘Waste Not, Want Not’ features in it, Clicky… /lights up… and this time ‘e brings ‘is mates…*

… And there is still time for me to write another one…

*That reminds me… /drags… I’ve still gotta mutilate Percy Bysshe Shelley for the Afterword… /smokes contentedly… ‘Aussie Madness’ seems more than fitting…*

*There will indeed by a full, blue moon on ‘alloween, Clicky… /winks…*

If I can get my arse into gear…

*You think I should write an ‘arry story, Clicky? …/flicks ash… About wot?*

*Interesting… /nods… That could work…*

Of course once the submission deadline for UAXII has passed, Dear Reader, I’ll be back with more shamble posts and hopefully some missives from Text US buddie, the Okie Devil himself, Cade Fon Apollyon. If you’ve been wondering what he’s been up to, Cade has a fantastic series of posts at his gaff exploring pareidolia…

*Heh. Workout shapes …/stubs butt…*

… Well worth a look-see. Until then, I will leave you in the capable fins of Library Assistant, Clicky…

… Have a Song ❤

CLICK5: Sic Sick Six

CLICK5: M. Appeal

CLICK5: A Gamble Gambol

Adventures In Remote Viewing: Two Tree Or Not Two Tree…

…Sap is the question!

 

*Mel’s still my favourite Hamlet, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… And I’ve seen a few…*

You may be wondering about the punny title and start of this post, Dear Reader. I can assure you it had nothing to do with the previous post…

LoL post trees

*/drags… Although it’s a rather nice sync, Clicky… /expels smoke…*

… and everything to do with this week’s remote viewing with the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. It was an eclectic mix…

Houghton crop circle and treeHoughton crop circle and treesPotterne crop circle around treePotterne crop circle around tree 2

*Nicely cropped, Clicky… /flicks ash… That dead tree lion there looks like it’s sleeping… /puffs contentedly… Dreaming perchance?*

 

…Trees cropped up a lot – pun intended – in the latest crop circle videos we remote viewed. And in an old movie set in ancient times…

 

… As well as in a very old, and if I may add, severely fucked up movie, completely of its time…

 

*I ain’t kidding, Clicky… /coughs… That was not the ending I was expecting… /clears throat… At all…*

… And in a very old movie viewed within an old movie that is set in a dystopian future…

 

… But that’s looking increasingly like the present. As was the old movie we remote viewed last, based on a timeless classic…

 

*/final drag… Seriously, Clicky, the story was meant to be a parody… /stubs butt… Not a fuckin’ manual…*

… Then, in the middle of all, Cade sends me a story from my local rag…

 

… Whereas Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, was considered ‘out of his tree’, some fella refused to vacate a tree in nearby Chalkwell Park…

Lebanon

‘name of a nation in western Asia, from Semitic root l-b-n “white,” probably in reference to snow-capped peaks, or possibly to chalk or limestone cliffs. The Greek name of the island Lemnos is of Phoenician origin and from the same root.’

 

Beirut

‘Lebanese capital, from Hebrew, literally “the wells,” from be’erot, plural of be’er “well.”

… It’s been a mad few days for sure, Dear Reader, so I’m going to hand you over now to Cade for his take on our remote viewing experience…

 

*What are you thinking, Clicky?*

 

*Oh, you’re referring to Sunday’s remote viewing… /winks… Gotcha…*

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I always tend to enjoy rewatches. You see things you missed the first time around, you see things you’ve forgotten about, and you may even come away with totally different experience on subsequent viewings than your initial experience. I dunno if such experiences help better establish one’s location, or causes one to become more lost. Still, it’s always cool to experience an old something with someone new. Almost makes the lost feel found. And speaking of being lost, how about a sappy song below, prefaced by the song’s sappy lyrics.

Alice In Chains

“Got Me Wrong”

Yeh, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No color clay
Individuality not safe

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I can’t let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn’t often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

‘Not all those who wander are lost.’

— J.R.R. Tolkien

Was kinda interesting that over the past day or so, trees of all kinds and trees with people in them started popping up like…weeds. What it all means? Notta clue. Sure has inspired some interesting conversation tho’. Very fulfilling. Has led to some interesting places. Branching, you might say.

 

^Got Me Wrong^

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Have a Song, Dear Reader 😀

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: An Invitation For Reflection

Dear Reader, this past week Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed the 3 seasons and movie finale of Deadwood. We’d already seen them together before, but somehow our remote viewing was even better this second time round…

Deadwood EB Farnham Be Brief

*Okay, Clicky, I’ll try… /rolls eyes…*

… As well as the 2007 documentary Up The Yangtze, focusing on some of the people affected by the construction of the Three Gorges Dam across the Yangtze river in Hubei, China…

*Yikes! …/lights up and smokes…*

… And an astrological reading of the Leo New Moon, set to occur on 18th August 2020. As it turns out, Molly McCord’s reading is the inspiration behind this particular post…

*The other one was pretty good as well, Clicky… /flicks ash…*

… Now, at nearly 20 minutes long, we know that you’re probably not gonna watch Molly’s video, Dear Reader, unless you have an interest in astrology. So here’s the takeaway for the purposes of this post: we’re being asked to reflect on what has happened in our lives, and in our relationships, since the last time the Sun and Moon were in the exact same positions in the chart. That was three years ago on 21st August 2017, the date of the solar eclipse across North America…

Deadwood Calamity Jane Be fucked

*No, I shit you not, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… It’s quite auspicious…*

… So that is what we’re going to do here, Dear Reader. Fortunately, to aid Cade and I in our reflections, we have a lovely missive posted at the LoL on that very same eclipse day…

… You might want to take a look.

As Leo is a masculine sign and the energy coming through from the New Moon will be very masculine, especially in the solar plexus area according to Molly, Cade will now open the proceedings…

deadwood Al Huzzah

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I guess I can start off by remembering that 2017 was the year that I discovered surgical mesh was likely to blame for the exasperation of some existing physical issues, and it was around the time of the eclipse that this revelation occurred. And yeah, upon reflection it would seem a bit fortuitous that this particular wad of twisted and twisting surgical mesh is indeed in my solar plexus area. Three years later, skin is still coming off by the bucket-load, muscles continue to unwind and cramp, feeling in my extremities continues to come and go, and revelations and discoveries abound. One of the more recent being that my Achilles Tendons both seem to be…absent.

Q: How in the FUCK does one’s Achilles Tendons disappear, yet one does not notice?

A: Something tells me that the massive calloused pads on the heels and balls of my feet hold some answers.

To be fair, my hamstrings also disappeared, but that was something I noticed. In fact, I’m not the only one that noticed. A girl I went to high school with (who just so happened to run track) one day pointed out to me that I had some mighty quads, but no hamstrings. We both looked at/examined my legs further, and I’ll never forget the look on her face as she saw the same weird looking deformity I was seeing in that my hamstrings seemed to have disappeared. They were gone. Not there. Years later, my orthopedic surgeon noticed the same, but he noticed something else going on back there. Story for another time.

Digress

I’ve got a playlist on my YouTube page of 15 short videos I took of the August 21st 2017 eclipse, and they were meant to be a humorous look through inexperienced eyes at a celestial phenomenon. What it means to have one’s eyes opened, what it means to learn, and maybe how one handles the realities of learning some confusing and potentially unpleasant shit.

Whilst I’m not claiming any specific knowledge, I have learned quite a bit over the past decade or so about the potential impact(s) of celestial goings on and how these goings on may affect life in various ways. Fine-tunings of the galactic clockworks and how we as individuals fit it. Still digging, still learning, still failing miserably at virtually anything and everything, but still going. Not a fucking clue how, nor why, but yeah…still going.

Prolly should stop reflecting and talking about myself so goddamn much and pass it back over to that loopy cunt Roob.

^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^

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deadwood Trixie

*Cade’s so sweet, Clicky…*

Funnily enough, the thing that’s concerning me most, and has felt like a punch in guts, happens to be the thing Cade first wrote in his missive of 21st August 2017…

sync of sorts

*Yes, a sync of sorts… /drags… You know, Molly does talk about a deep cleansing aspect in her vid, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*

Not the biblical character, Job, that Cade mused over but my actual job, the thing I do to earn money and how I earn my keep. In August 2017, I’d just landed a job locally as a Personal Assistant, having spent the whole of 2016 unemployed. Hooray! But by the New Moon on the 18th August I may no longer have a job, or worse, I’ll have one that I’ll absolutely hate because of a dreadful restructure, deemed necessary by the higher echelon in the organisation. All because they fancy a pool…

*We’ll be a pool of comfort women, Clicky… /cough… ‘Cept, you know, providing administrative relief to all and sundry…*

Deadwood Trixie Tree

… Like a return to the 1950s…

*Thinking about it, Clicky. Thinking about it…*

And on that sour note, I’ll pass you back to Cade.

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Its all amalgamation and capital. And down sigh zing/redud dancy. The new New walks upon the dust from the bones of the old Old. Which I find ironic considering that a lot of government entities seem to be so fucking lost that they are returning to old ways. Going “old school”, if you will. And speaking of, sure are a lot of council jobs been advertised in The Echo as of late. Not that I read the Southend paper or am looking for jobs in Southend or anything, but perhaps your local Council is tightening its belt in certain areas so it can achieve bountiful proportions in others?

I digress

One of the very first things I did upon starting this re-watch with you was look up the word “hooplehead”. Wanted to find some definitive meaning for usage in this context of usage in the show. I mean yeah, lots of context clues, and everyone knows what a hoople is, but hooplehead? I always assumed it was some arcane slang pejorative in reference to an individual perceived to possess a child-like understanding. Some naive someone who is still playing the children’s games and is not “in the know” and not part of the grander schemes and bigger plays. Someone who is somewhat…under the protection of…their own ignorance. A sort of halo. or maybe a certain light or aura that an individual exhibits. But ya know what I found? Hooplehead…supposedly didn’t even exist until HBO’s Deadwood created it.

But not so fast. Lets pull back on them reigns a bit cowboys and cowgirls.

Mott The Hoople
Mott The Hoople
Hoop Rolling
Hula Hoop
Embroidery Hoop
Hoop
-le
Agent Noun
Representative
Effigy
Lemniscate
Möbius Strip
Halo (Optical Phenomenon)
Halo (Religious Iconography)
Aura (Paranormal)
Aura
Pregnancy glow: Is it real? – Mayo Clinic
The Beginning of the Birth Pangs – Matthew 24 (NTE)
From Suffering to Glory – Romans 8: 21-23 (NKJV)
Curse And Mark Of Cain
The Magician (Tarot Card)
The Fool

Been chewing on these thoughts for some time as it relates to shapes generated by orbiting bodies, such as the mandala-esque shapes the planets and other bodies generate over time, and what meanings they may have to someone on the outside looking in. Specifically, is it possible that the orbits of planets are indicative of a system’s current level of development. Maybe even indicative of whether or not life exists within a particular system, or maybe even if a particular system is slated for development or even destruction? A stellar clock of sorts which maps out time and times that we are just now learning how to read and understand.

I digress again

Needless to say when Molly McCord mentioned certain entities being under some kind of protection and Richie Rich and all that other jazz in her astrological talk yesterday, it was kinda jarring because it was right in line with some things I was already actively pondering. Of course, she eventually wandered off into some dark realms and seemed to think that evil people are under the protection of evil forces. But I personally am wondering about “good” people. What is protecting them, why, and is there some kind of indication that they are…untouchable, as it were? Afterall, no one wants to known as someone who engages in sport or combat with unworthy opponents. That would be unfair.

^Depeche Mode – Halo [HyperSPD Remix]^

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*There was something Al said about Dan’s fight with the Captain, Clicky… /thinks… What was it?*

(Cut to Al’s office as Johnny knocks on the door)

Al: Yeah? (Johnny enters)

Johnny: I wish you’d look in on Dan, boss. Not for being poorly as… down.

Al: Johnny, some shit’s best walked through alone.

Johnny: Dan’s killed people before. You have too. But neither’ve been solitary after.

Al: A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their eyes. It’s just you left and death.

Johnny: So that’s why Dan wants to be alone.

Al: He knows where to find me. (Johnny nods and turns to leave) Sit down. If you want to. (Johnny turns and shuts the door, sitting down in a chair. He sits there looking around for a bit, as Al is leaning in the balcony door. Finally he turns to Al)

Johnny: What’re… ..what are we waiting for?

Al: To see what kind of hell breaks loose.

Whilst I was editing your Wiki wavy wall above, Cade, so that a new window opens upon clicking, Thing 2 or Loopy-Lou, sitting off to my right, was telling somebody online that “This Halo will be the last”…

*/stubs butt… That’s real-time syncing, Clicky. Shame nobody believes you until they experience it for themselves…*

deadwood Al Welcome to Deadwood

*Front Ear…*

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Belief is a weird thing. Some, may have no knowledge of the ride nor what any consequences of riding may be, and they may even not be aware they are on the ride. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, avoid the ride altogether and are content in their choices. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, ride the ride anyway and may or may not regret having done so. Some, are not sure whether the ride will or will not suit them, and they may or may not ride the ride out of concern for the consequences of either outcome. Some, are aware, but have no choice as to whether or not to ride the ride. Doesn’t matter whether they want to or not, and it doesn’t matter the outcome. They are where they are. Belief is irrelevant. Proof is irrelevant.

All that to say that we’re all of us in various states of development and/or decay. Some are sharp, some are a bit slow on the uptake, some may be wishy-washy as hell and mostly wander around in a non-committal type daze. Maybe being aware of how we react to one “type” or another may help us learn about ourselves and where we actually may be lacking. Like, as far as relating goes. That which brings comfort to ourselves which is borne upon the wings of the discomfort of others, has a null and empty quality to it. Almost a hunger embedded in the satiations and dissatisfactions which necessitates a repeat of the experience. Maybe we get stuck in loops for a reason.

/shrug

Apologies for wandering off the deep end. Just wondering aloud what it may mean for one to be satisfied. We are talking about some quite esoteric bullshit, and many have likely only barely scratched the surface with respect to knowing and understanding what all could potentially be entailed in this and these processes. There’s lots to know. Lots to think about. Sometimes its difficult to condense and share for purposes of relating.

^CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share^

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*You think I should go there, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Alright then…*

Back to the subject of personal reflection on the period of time since 21st August 2017, it was shortly after the eclipse that my interesting in Lashy’s Gnostic teachings was rekindled with his ‘Decoding the Mandela Effect’ series on YTube…

*Fucked up a ton of posts here though when he took them down to start his school…/flicks ash… Probably for the best though eh, Clicky? … /deep drag… Not in his image afterall…*

… One of the things Molly McCord said about of the New Moon in Leo later this month was that it will bring new narratives, new stories. As a writer and co-editor of the Underdog Anthology series of books, this was of great interest to me: any cosmic help in developing new story ideas, is welcome. Since the 2017 eclipse, 9 separate anthology volumes have been published and another is scheduled for this Halloween. I need to get my thinking cap on…

deadwood Tom Nuttall

*/puffs contentedly… Thanks for the vote of confidence, Clicky… /pats snout…*

I’ll pass back to Cade for some final reflecting…

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May your thinking cap for the upcoming book be a fucking fabulous one Roob. 🙂

Me? Imma put my reflecting hat on for a bit longer.

^Imperial March Recorder^

As far as reflecting goes, 2017 was a weird year for me. Difficult in talking about some of it without talking about all of it, as parsing the tale tells nothing. That said, I do recall heading out to the National Cemetery not long after the eclipse to see my pop and older sister. Early September. A bird had shit on dad’s tombstone. Musta been a fucking Pterodactyl based on the size of the splatter. A shitty exclamation point on a shitty year? Maybe. But I didn’t think that then and I don’t think it now, so now I’m gonna have to question why I’m reflecting other than I’ve been instructed to do so by an astrologist who tells me the time is right for doing so.

To be fair, I’ve been in a reflective state pretty much this entire year. Am not writing, can’t think straight, having trouble remembering things, under quite a bit of pressure, few writing ideas, and what few there are I cannot hold onto. It would be easy for me to say that the hope that I lost in early 2017 was regained in late 2017, but that ride from December 2017 to December 2019 has began to crumble under me. However, I don’t really feel like anything is crumbling. Shifting maybe, but not crumbling. Prolly because I’ve got other things going on that fill me with hope whilst everything else simultaneously goes to shit? No idea. Been a damn strange year, and a lot of people seem to be completely filled with some anticipation of total collapse. But not me. Can’t say why I’m not filled with fear and doubt, but I’m not.

This “Lion’s Gate” stuff is strange because August 8th is forevermore gonna be a weird day for me personally. Pop was born on August 8th in 1941, he died 8 days before my older sister’s birthday, and my older sister died on August 8th in 2013. If any of that means anything, I have no idea what it is outside of the obvious. Not anything I can share anyway. Mom is Taurus, dad is Leo, older sis is Sagittarius, younger sister is Gemini, I’m a Scorpio. My older sister was the son my father never had, my younger sister was born on Father’s Day, and I’m just kinda in the way. Hanging out. Chillin’. Dodging the bullets I can dodge. Fairly middling, kinda plain, nothing particularly special about me ‘cept I’m sickly as hell and allergic to every fucking thing on the planet; doing my best to be okay with all that. Not sure what else it is I need to be doing. Although if anyone could fuck up something as seeming simple as reflecting, I prolly can. Still, sometimes just kinda seems like people are being nosy whilst appearing to be discreet. Guess sometimes you just gotta take shit on faith, hope for the best, all whilst preparing yourself for a royal ass-fucking.

^Lightnin’ Hopkins-Business You’re Doin’^

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*Can you go find a suitable Song to end on, Clicky?*

*No, the post is far too long to get into all that. Just the Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… And try and find sumfin that evokes reflections on rippled water. If it exists…*

That’s the end of this post, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention. Enjoy the rest of your we kenned and… Have a Song ❤

 

CLICK5: Carpe Driem

The Meeting Place St Pancras Station

The Tooth, The Whole Tooth & Nothing But The Tooth…

*So ‘elp me… /rolls eyes… Gawd, Clicky, this could be a long one. ‘Ow should we begin?*

Twitter Feed Sync

*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…*

churchill bulldog oh yes

Hello there, Dear Reader 😀

My evenings this past week have been taken up with remote viewing the 26-episode, epic documentary series from 1973, The World At War, with my Text Us chum, Cade Fon Apollyon. I’d only seen the episodes dealing with what happened pre-1939 at school, in 1983. I was studying the ‘Silent World War’ for my History O Level. That’s the one between the First and Second World Wars, but that nobody wants to call a war, although in pretty much every respect, it was…

*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…*

So, if you’re interested in how the previous Fourth Turning Winter/Crisis climaxed in 1945, Dear Reader, then I can thoroughly recommend giving The World At War a viewing.  It’s freely available on YTube, but you have to make the time, and that has always been your purview. Besides, ace thesp Sir Laurence Olivier narrates over its entire nearly 26 hours…

*Yes, we’re done, Clicky…*

Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Rock, Paper, Schisms

Dear Reader, the following missive from Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. the Okie Text Us Devil, arrived yesterday…

*Cade and me remote viewed that movie on Friday night, Clicky… /lights up… Love a bit of ‘itchcock, me…*

*No, Clicky, knot that diseased clap… /drags… HITCHcock…*

… Apols! I didn’t have time to format it for posting then…

*True… /streams cloud of smoke… It appears Cade has been chewing on the idea of paper, Clicky…*

… BUTT! It’s ready for you now…

*Is that a pun on tool/cock, Clicky? …/arches eyebrow…*

Alfred Hitchcock Caricature Ryan Kovar

… Enjoy, Dear Reader, enjoy! 😀

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PEACE SAYS OF PAPER
PEACE IS OF PAPER

PEA CIS OF PAY PER

PEE ZIZ AH VAPER

PEACE IS A VAPOR

Pieces Of Paper

Whadda ya think peace would say of paper?

We write out some peaceful accord on paper, we sign it, date it, maybe stamp it with some ribbons and/or seals, shake hands, give out copies of the thing, then marvel at our own significance. But paper hasn’t been around forever. Depending on who you ask, and depending on how technical they may get about what “paper” actually is, paper may have been invented by any number of people at various times in various places around the globe. The general consensus being that paper has only been around in various forms for a coupla thousand years. Before that it was chicken scratching in clay or on rocks or maybe even on copper plates. And before that? Welp, it appears there wasn’t any writing going on. The peeps way way back had an oral fixation, and little, if anything, was written down.

What I’m getting at, is how long has the concept of “peace” been around. More than that, what does “the expression of peace” mean. Does peace require some secondary something in order to be real.

^DJ Cummerbund – Play That Funky Music Rammstein^

I bet you know your country very well. Prolly know where it came from, what it’s about/what it stands for, what it is capable of, and what it is incapable of. If you are patriotic, you’ll know there is NOTHING your country is incapable of.

Broken Promises On Display At Native American Treaties Exhibit

One might read that article and think that the United States of America and its peoples are more than capable of not holding up their end of a bargain. Agreements are meaningless to Americans. To be fair tho, here in the year 2020AD/CE, all the people who made those agreements are dead. The old people who never knew me, nor would even know that I would ever exist? Why should they get to speak for me? They have no idea when I’m alive nor what my needs are, so how in the hell can they possibly be so bold as to think they can speak for me. Takes some serious balls to tangle future generations in your own wicked web(s). Oh, and before you get too heavy on picking on the USA, may wanna do some digging in your own country’s past.

List Of Treaties

May even wanna dig in your own personal past…see what agreements you have and have not adhered to.

^Aldous Harding – The Barrel (Official Video)^

Best way to enslave someone, is not to tell them. Stealth slavery. Oh sure, you’ll see all kinds of signs that this slavery is very real and not some modern myth, but you’ll dismiss these signs. Suspension of belief, because the truth is too horrible to contemplate. Afterall, the lie that is perpetuated whilst remaining unspoken? Yeesh…fucking horrible thought.

Treaty Of Fort Laramie (1868)

Take your billions and jam them up your ass…we want the land.

^Dirty Projectors – Inner World (Official Music Video)^

You’ve got the freedom to do your own thing(s). You’ve got the freedom to play the game(s) your own way(s). Gotta admit tho, it’s rough. The temptation to get up on that big stage and perform for the whole world?

Quite tempting

Your own act works great for you, and you begin to think everyone else ought to be dancing your own personal jig. And just like that, you become the very thing you supposedly hate.

^R.L. Burnside: See My Jumper Hanging On the Line (1978)^

I’m 52 years old, and I’d imagine that I’ve gone through a shitload of paper in my time here on Earth/Terra.

Q: Where is all that paper now?

A: ?not¿a?clue¿

Even if I had some of the paper I’ve used over the years, it’d prolly be tattered, yellowed, crumpled, ink smudged or faded, and whatever was written on it prolly wouldn’t mean the same to me today that it did back whenever I first scrawled on it. It is with that in mind that I wonder what paper may think of itself with respect to whatever is written upon it. And at its core, I wonder what paper writes upon us. How does this tangible material called paper somehow solidify the abstractions that we each of us are capable of (like peace).

I guess I could be all dour and espouse that paper might think us all hypocrites. That what is on that paper is unlikely to reflect what is in our hearts. Yet here I am, day after day, spilling my guts and pouring out the contents of my soul as to exactly what is in my heart. So why am I so goddamn skeptical about others. Why am I thinking that any declaration of peace, is actually a continuation of war by other means. And why should I care what a piece of paper thinks about what is written on it?

Paper is a dead and lifeless thing
^Khruangbin – Pelota (Official Video)^

Mentioned the fact that I’m 52 years old, only because that’s supposed to mean something. Have no idea what it’s supposed to mean tho. My mother is in her 70’s, she thought I was an immature prick when I was 2, when I was 8, when I was 11, when I was 25, when I was 39, and prolly still thinks I’m an immature prick now. I have no idea what any of that means other than “age” supposedly means something.

In this instance, the fact that I am 52, and the fact that we live in a consumerist age, must mean that I have used more than my fair share of paper over the course of those 52+ years. Might also mean that I have an accumulated knowledge of paper and its usages. Like say, that paper mill near Shepherdstown West Virginia.

God DAMN that mill stunk

Have no idea how anyone can possibly stand to work at one of those places, let alone live near one. I could barely stand the fact that I had to drive by it twice a day, and if the wind was just right, the fumes came right across the road and you had to drive through the stench.

Wait…what in the fuck was I even talking about? Oh yeah…old paper(s).

^Shamir – On My Own [Official Video]^

Submarines don’t have anchors. Every type of ship or boat has an anchor, but not submarines.

^Phoebe Bridgers – I See You (Lyric Video)^

Anything “off-the-record” should be considered subliminal messaging.

Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered subliminal messaging.

Anything “off-the-record” should be considered.

Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered.

Was just thinking in terms of “permanent records” and “book of life” kinds of stuff, and was thinking about the concept of pretty much everything being “on the record”. It got me to thinking about how one could ever possibly hope to keep something off one’s record. Got me to thinking about whispers. “Between you and me” kinds of things.

Q: Is intimacy nothing more than tactical maneuvering?

A: ¿?¿

Roped in to the “insider” circle, via “privileged” information, and now you’re nothing more than another plaything twisting in the breeze by those who cause the wind(s). Let’s back up a bit by adding “knowing” and “what it means to know” to our thoughts here on the topic of “off-the-record”.

^Fontaines D.C. – I Don’t Belong (Official video)^

Everything we think and/or do likely creates a transaction record of some kind. We may not always have the ability to actively recall a specific event, but that does not mean that a particular event did not happen, nor does it mean that a record of the specific event does not exist.

EX1: You’re driving down the highway, you see a billboard with an image of hot chick on it, but you really pay no mind to the billboard, nor its contents any mind because you are focused on other things.

EX2: You are cruising through various blogs, you see an image of a selfie from a hot chick in the comments on a particular blog, but you, for the most part, pay it no mind because she’s WAY outta your league.

Both of these events are transactive and/or create a state of transactivity, so there is likely a record made of each occurrence. As to why you may not be able to actively recall the memory via this transaction record, welp, we were dismissive of both events, but appear to have been dismissive for different/varied reasons. Maybe find some other constants. Both events features “hot chicks”, and both events feature you yourself. Why do you have eyes for 1) hot chicks, and 2) hot chicks who are (potentially) interested in you. Whether you realize it or not, you seek to connect with someone. Chances are good that someone is out there trying to connect with you.

Q: What are their intentions?

A: What are your intentions?

Life is quite fun, eh?

^LA Priest – Rubber Sky (Official Video)^

Swinging back to the original thought of “off-the-record” types of stuff, being honest with yourself about your own desires seems to be quite important with respect to not getting lost. Being able to identify messages, who is sending them, and maybe even why. If you wanna be part of the inner-circle and be “in the know” and all that good stuff, welp, how much consideration are you giving to what others want in return? People are unlikely to hand you the keys to the candy shop so you can run wild and grow fat on the sweet, sweet sugar of the proprietor’s labor. They built that candy shop. Stocked it. Occupied it. Loved it. And here you come along and want to loot it? Ravage it? Get all of the reward with none of the work?

^The Chemical Brothers – The Golden Path (Official Music Video)^

If you hand someone an eraser…

…that same someone is likely to do some erasing.

Q: Is this akin to deleting official emails, burning and/or shredding documents, chopping up bodies, wiping off fingerprints, filing down serial numbers and/or covering up evidence / tampering with evidence / destroying evidence?

A: ? DOH! ?

Just seems to me that we are on a path to removing a lot of the tangible “proof” we, some of us, seek. Cept by word of mouth of course. Hearsay and conjecture. You know…conspiracy theory.

^Nine Inch Nails – Closer But It’s Funkytown By Lipps Inc.^

Where there is smoke, there is…well…there’s only…

smoke

The fire(s) are being concealed (assuming there even is a fire). There may also be some interest in concealing the nature of the fire(s), who started the fire(s), why they started the fire(s), etc.. Just occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, some people are doing the work of others, perhaps without even realizing it.

^One More Time^

Painful stuff is painful. Painful stuff from the past remains painful irrespective of the distance(s) between here and there. We like to block, we like to forget, we like to heal, turn negatives into positives, to move on…

I get that

But when that painful something is erased, is forgotten, when that something is lost in time, we lose our bearings. Forget why we are the way we are. Not only that, it creates a void for future generations. Voids are holes. Do you really wanna be responsible for creating those holes for children to step in? Because they may come looking for you someday and demand answers as to why you tried to conceal truth from them. And let me tell you, when you’ve no evidence to justify and/or back up your actions in ways that is satisfactory to them? They’re likely gonna think you’re being untruthful. They may want blood.

Yours

They may even feel justified. Afterall, you created solutions for yourself, which created problems for them, and you left them in the dark in the process. Or worse, you may have tried to get clever and create some revisionist or alternate history type of narrative that was complete bullshit.

^Reptile^

Lots of peeps like to espouse that if they had a time machine, they’d go back in time and rectify all kinds of missteps and wrongdoings. The problem is tho, had you not made the missteps in the first place, you’ve no way of knowing where to go in time in order to fix these perceived fuckups.

Worse still, you create a paradox by going back in time and erasing the misstep. If the point in time for your destination no longer exists because you’ve erased it, that means your point of origin never existed, which further means you now have no idea where you came from, nor where you are, nor what you are doing, wherever it is, that you find yourself. This may ultimately mean that you are likely to do the same exact shit you just undid. Which means you are gonna wind up right back where you started. Which means you are gonna go back and undo what you did.

LOOP! 

LooP!

looP!

loop!

Loop!

LooP!

LOOP!
^Toro y Moi – Ordinary Guy (feat. The Mattson 2)^

Death? Yes, I can think of some reasons for “death” to exist. Many reasons. And prolly not the reasons you may be thinking of either.

In this instance, I’m thinking of death being (potentially) a portal or exit from a loop in time. Albeit an extreme one, but at the same time, I can think of some reasons that some may “pray for death” when stuck in a time-loop. Or worse, stuck in a time-knot. Or worse still, stuck in a looping time-knot.

Why? 

Simple…the entity in question becomes aware of the loop and/or knot. When we get stuck in loops, we want out. But we gotta become aware that we are in a loop before we can begin to explore egress options, and depending on how scary the experience of becoming aware of being stuck in a time-loops is, we may first jump to some pretty fucking radical escape options…like death.

That said tho, one would have to take into consideration that one is becoming aware of the time-loop(s), becoming aware of their place(s) in it/them, which means that a change of some kind is already happening. “The same” is no longer the same, and there is a divergence of some kind within the architecture of the loop(s). With this in mind, one would need to pause for a moment, and consider what it is that may be effecting this change/these changes in your little looping time-space.

Is it possible, that something, or maybe even someone, has become aware of your plight, and is trying to get you out of your loop? May wanna give it some thought before doing anything hasty or rash. Just because Death is coming for you, don’t get all anxious and angsty. Don’t wanna make Death’s job too easy now, do we?

^Miradors (Lane 8 Remix)^

Ever wonder if this whole “confounding of the languages” thing that went down at the Tower Of Babel may have actually been an act of benevolence? Like, these dipshits were attempting to build something that was gonna reach out into space, and this was thousands of years ago when building codes, construction techniques and engineering specifications just…well, they may not have been what they needed to be at the time in order to build this “tower to heaven”.

Oh sure, it was gonna be a “tower to heaven” for the poor fuckers inside of who were killed when the damn thing collapsed, but that’s about it. So what I’m wondering is, maybe some wise motherfucker came up with a clever plan to stop the project before the damn thing collapsed under its own weight and killed a bunch of people. Not to suggest that people back then were idiots with regards to construction because there are all kinds of ancient structures which prove otherwise. But at the same time, about 350 to 455 feet seems to be about the best they could do.

Maybe a subtle way of encouraging them to seek other methods of getting to Heaven was by making communications difficult.

^White Magic^

Let’s not look at the obvious here…

…let’s look at some of the underlying.

You live in the year 2020. The world is on fire. As the world burns, you find something from 1551AD which says the world will be on fire in 2020AD. In the present moment, Nostradamus’ predictions really don’t do you much good because they’ve already come to pass. However, this does present an opportunity for getting eyes to point towards soothsayers and prognosticators. It was foretold that we’d be in this mess, now here we are in this mess, maybe what we should do at this point is find us some mystics who can tell us how to get out of this mess.

Basically, advertising

Best part is, it really doesn’t matter if the mystics and psychics you find here and now are right or wrong in their predictions either. What matters is that mystics in the now have some work and an income for the time being. Another method for having to rely on others to tell you what to do and how. Prolly when also.

^Klangkarussell – Time (Official Video)^

Speaking of revisionism, found this documentary below last night, and it states that the great extinction event of 65 million years ago was not caused by an object hitting the Yucatan Peninsula, but rather by a super volcano/hot-spot in India long before India was the India we know today. I only made it to 32:27 into the video before abandoning it. Vid isn’t bad, just not very good. Certainly had some interesting concepts, and not just the obvious.

^A Volcano Odyssey – Full Documentary^
Ellen Ripley: UFO Investigator

Ellen Ripley

Ripley never actually visited the alien ship in any of the Alien movies, but I do wonder if Ripley could actually be considered a UFO Investigator. Or is she more of an ALF Investigator? NTI Ambassador? ET-Human Relations Attaché?

At this point, you may be wondering why I’m wondering if a fictional character named Ellen Ripley could be considered a UFO Investigator.

When I read that tweet, Ellen Ripley is the first thing that popped into my head. Why? Welp, upon reading that tweet, it occurred to me that very few characters in the Alien films actually wanted to have alien encounters.

In the first film, they had an unexpected encounter with a UFO, and from then on it was a string of unexpected encounters with ALFs/alien lifeforms. Very much parallels what seems to happen here on Earth. Except now we have a whole slew of people who have not had any personal UFO experience(s), but want to have one. Prospectors. Wildcatters. Speculators. Investors. Settlers. Getting out of where you are, in favor of some better something over the horizon. Goldrush fever boiling the blood of many who want to have that experience of actually finding for yourself what others have already found/experienced.

^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^

Read through the comments from the tweet above, and it would appear that the video the dude was seeking with the “European, middle age, Caucasian, stout, very polite and professional sounding lady” has been located.

UFO Sundays @ UFO Denmark Melinda Leslie

Have not watched the video, BUT, I did skip through it and stop at various points in the PowerPoint presentation to see what she’s talking about. She’s gone deep, and she also seems to be talking about a lot of things similar to/along the same lines of where this particular missive started. This will necessitate that I actually watch the whole video, but 2 hours and 19 minutes?!?!? Jesus H. Keyryst…even tho’ the vid appears to contain some interesting info, that’s quite the time investment. I may have to recruit someone to watch it with me. Anyone out there wanna spend 2 hours and 19 minutes watching that with me? Maybe some time after in discussing thoughts?

Anyone? Anyone?
^Haim – Gasoline (Audio)^

You fucks can’t even get along with the neighbors you have right now. How in the fucking hell are you going to be able to navigate the complexities and nuance(s) of interstellar politics, when you can’t even figure out how to reach a resolution regarding preventing your neighbor’s dog from shitting on your lawn, or your neighbor playing their music too loud, or maybe “suspicious” people lurking in your neighborhood?

Not to mention that many of those in “the UFO community” tend to be either a bunch of pretentious and elitist pricks hell-bent on making a name for themselves, or individuals who are so goddamn paranoid that they trust nothing and no one. You really think that extraterrestrials are gonna consider you some kind of goodwill ambassador to liaise between parties when you treat your own like shit?

I think not

Perhaps if the extraterrestrials are hostile, then yeah, you’re prolly exactly who they are looking for. But other than that? Nah, prolly not.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^Land of Talk – Diaphanous^

Just stumbled onto that image, and the first thing that I noticed was energy moving outwards from a central point. Made me think about a recent video from Smarter Every Day where he’s recording a weed wacker in slow motion. Prolly should see from whence this wing-flapping image emanates, and what they are on about.

Procedural Animation, My Flapping Wing Test

Hrm…they’ve got something in there about sine waves, but nothing on angular acceleration, nothing on aerodynamic drag, and, in fact, nothing on aerodynamics at all. No mention of acceleration, only one mention of speed, and no mention of rest nor resting states.

Hrm

Q: Do pixels accelerate?

A: ???

I guess I should also think about electrons and whether or not they accelerate, and I should also think about photons and whether or not they accelerate.

Yeah, within a computing system

How representative are bits and bytes of the things which they are attempting to describe and/or represent? Also wondering as to the transmutative processes all the way from generator to retina. Lots of interpretive processes in that chain.

^Nydia^

At rest, and in motion, simultaneously. Me thinks that at some point, if you are not taking into account some of the more finite vectors to which matter/energy is susceptible to, you are going to encounter loss which is inexplicable. I’m thinking mainly in terms of data loss here. Electrons which are vanishing, but should not be. Your architectures are worthless if you are not taking “invisible” hierarchical systems into account. And you are really gonna start kicking yourself when the signs were always there, but you ignored them and/or chalked them up as insignificant and/or insignificances. Perhaps even aberrations or maybe singular events unlikely to ever occur again. Better get a longer calendar if you wanna be sure.

^Khruangbin & Leon Bridges – Texas Sun (Official Video)^

Assigning a role for gods is prolly a bad idea. Like, putting God, gods and goddesses into a box = bad. ‘Cept of course, we already do this.

If am am “good”, a god behaves this way. If am “bad” a god behaves that way. Kinda weird to think of it like that. No matter what I do, I am dictating a god’s behavior. Prolly all their miscreantic minions too. What’s that? You don’t think God/gods/goddesses minions are villainous? Welp, keep that thought in mind when “good” comes banging on your door at the behest of some divine someone, and accuses you of not being good enough. Or at least “you are not good” according to their standards.

Q: Who runs this show?

A: ?¿?

Not only that, but is whoever has been put in charge deserving of obedience? I seem to recall that there are multiple references in the Bible as to Lucifer/Satan/The Devil being put in charge of our planet, but why is it that someone would be put in command, with specific instructions to the underlings to disobey the commander? Seems to me that if someone is given authority, you obey that someone even if you don’t like them and even if you are told not to obey them. And who is this fucker who is putting people in charge, yet still running the show? Still saying who does what? Not only that, but some of the stuff in the Bible is kinda confusing as to who exactly is being referenced with respect to who is in authority.

‘Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the prince of this world will be driven out.’

John 12:31 (NIV)

What’s confusing about that verse (to me) is that Jesus/Yeshua was talking in a context of predicting his own death. And I dunno about you, but “death” is certainly a way of “being driven out”.

So who the hell was Jesus talking about? Lucifer, the Prince Of Darkness? Or Jesus/Yeshua, the Prince Of Peace? Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven, and Jesus/Yeshua was kicked off Earth/Terra. So who in the fuck is being referenced in that verse? Is there some kind of leadership exchange program/training course going on here on this planet?

Anyway, I get the feeling that we have a say in who is running the show.

^Widowspeak // Breadwinner (Official Video)^
!!!HAPPY INDEPENCE DAY AMERICANS!!!

I’ve been writing on and off on this thing for several weeks now, but last night, me and a certain someone got to talking about some stuff along the very lines of the above. One of the things we talked about was “the Universe experiencing itself”. Primarily, my counterpart was talking about the Sophia Myth from Gnosticism and/or Sophianic Myth or whatever in the fuck it is called, and I countered with how most people seem to hijack that notion with only happy and flowery stuff.

The basis of this myth (as I understand it) is that a deity created Earth so that she could experience herself and her environment. So that she could know herself and what she’s all about. Fair enough. Makes sense considering that within a void, the creation of sensory input to provide feedback over time as to where they are and what they are?

Yeah, makes sense

That said, most of the people that I’ve encountered only speak of this concept as if it were some wonderful and marvelous state of eternal happiness and balance. Nevermind that these same people seem to give no thought to what it took to achieve this state. They speak as if all you have to do is adopt their manner of thinking, and BOOM! Everything is perfection.

I’ve given this concept some thought, and I look pretty goddamn far down the road and see some shit that is in no way, shape or form anything even remotely happy. To relate, I’ll pass along the same idea I passed along to my counterpart during the conversation.

^Clyde Maxwell’s blues (1978)^

This is vebatim what I said to her last night…

‘Imagine you are immortal. You are here, on Earth. Eventually, everyone and everything dies. Later still, our star goes nova and the entire solar system is gone. Just you are left, floating in the void.’

Now, last night I was thinking that not only are you incapable of dying, but we’ve completely neglected other factors. First being, one is only incapable of dying so long as one does not die. Meaning, you have to travel a pretty goddamn long path in order to “prove” that you are immortal, not only to others, but also to yourself.

Second being, we’ve no clearly defined parameters as to exactly what death is and what dying is. There are some who believe that going without chocolate may in fact be, death. Going without human contact is death. Going without television is death. And something else along those same lines which I was thinking about last night was you as an immortal and your own requirements. Like say, what if you, even as an immortal, are required to breathe or to eat. Would really suck to have a burning desire to breathe, but the planet which provided you the environment giving you the ability to do so has been completely blow away by a star gone nova. You cannot breathe, but you also cannot die. Hold your breath for a while, and once your lungs start burning, you tell me how long you think you could endure that sensation sans either A) breathing, or B) the escape of death.

Not a pleasant thought

God only knows how long you are to drift in the void in this state. You could potentially drift forever without encountering another celestial body of some kind, let alone a body that provides you with the things you need.

^Too Late^

This is prolly where a lot of our fucked up ideas about omniscience originate. We think only in terms of 1) the more or less comfortable environment which we now occupy, and 2) what we personally would do with power if we had it. Trouble is, we tend to be thinking in terms of what we would do for others or do to others, here and now, rather than thinking way the fuck down the road. We think if we right a few wrongs now, everything else will be OK in the future. Things will just work themselves out.

Welp, I got news for you. Once you become immortal, there is no future. It got erased with your mortality. You can be forever old, and you’ve still got forever to go.

^Future Islands – Seasons (Waiting On You) (Official Video)^

Hey, not trying to be a downer. I’d like to live forever and would have no aversions spending a good majority of that time with my face buried in your crotch. Assuming you wanted me to. And I’d need to come up for air now and again. We’d prolly need to stretch our legs on occasion. Get some sun. Maybe go out for dinner, maybe take in a movie, or maybe a play…after showering of course. Those sheets prolly need a wash. Then right back to it.

Yummy

😛

Q: What the fuck are we doing, and why the fuck are we doing it?

A: Not a clue.

Sure can be fun tho’. Sometimes.

^Alvvays – Adult Diversion (Official Video)^

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^Skinny Puppy – Dal^

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