‘The agnostic does not simply say, “I do not know.” He goes another step, and he says, with great emphasis, that you do not know. [Robert G. Ingersoll, “Reply to Dr. Lyman Abbott,” 1890]’
*/Lights up… Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky, it’s twenty past four already…*
*I’d better get on with it… /drags… Shambles always take me sew much longer than I anticipate… /plumes smoke…*
Gnostic teacher, John Lamb Lash (JLL) has some new talks up, Dear Reader. Cade and I listened to a couple of them earlier this week…
… There are four talks, in which Lashy [and his gal pal, Ginny] refute Flat Earthers and their theories. Interesting stuff, well researched but unfortunately we only managed to get through the first two and a bit…
*No, Clicky… /flicks ash… Of course the world can be round and flat at the same time… /drags… Nah, it’s their increasing nasty rhetoric and unfunny jokes that’s pissing me off… /snorts smoke…*Â
‘Listened to some more John Lamb Lash talks with RooBeeDoo yesterday, and I try and be objective when I listen, but it irritates me when he starts talking about Jews as if they were some kind of nigger or spics or something. Wait…that didn’t come out right. I hate nigger Jews haters that live in EspaĂąa in a spic neighborhood that has been infiltrated by eskimomos.
‘What’s that? You’ve never heard of Eskimomos?
‘Welp, recently, it occurred to me that Eskimos appear to be devoid of a racial epithet, so I came up with “eskimomo”. An eskimomo would be that one eskimo that always shits way too close to the igloo, or always picks the best seal blubber for themselves, or puts a black light outside his yurt during the summer in an attempt to simulate darkness but all it does is attract mosquitoes and grizzly bears…shit like that.
‘But yeah, the jewey jew jew shit gets really fucking old, really fucking fast.’
*I know! If I wanted to listen to that kinda crap, I’d join the Labour Party and blindly follow their messiah, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Fuck that for a game of soldiers…*
… Although I am currently reading JLL’s book, ‘Not In His Image’, and it’s really, very good. Inspiring, much like the bulk of his talks about the Planetary Animal Mother, Sew-Fire…
*/drag… Lashy’s why I started the ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ experiment in the first place, Clicky… /cough… He does say Sophie has a wonderful sense of humour… /thinks… ‘Not In His Image’ is starting to sounds ironic… /final drag…*
I probably will go back and finish listening to the remainder of the Flat Earth talks, Dear Reader. If only to find out if JLL has any Terry Pratchett in that extensive library of his…
*/stubs butt… There’s an awful lot of humanity on display from the eclectic cast of characters inhabiting Discworld, Clicky… /pats snout… And it’s funny as fuck…*
It was actually my friend Poppy Sweet Pea that inspired this particular post. She’s into cross-stitch, big-time; always has project on the go. Last night she posted a photo of her latest handiwork for Cade and I to see…
… And I was reminded of my favourite piece of Poppy Sweet Pea cross-stitch artwork. She made it for Legs…
This will be The Okie Devil’s last missive here for a while, Dear Reader. It’s a fairly long one, so I’ll keep this brief…
*/sniff… Gonna miss him, Clicky…*
… No spoilers! He can tell you himself… â¤
*******
“Never leave shelter to find better shelter. Especially in inclement weather.”
I cannot recall where I read that, but I do recall it being back when reading about “wilderness survival” when I was younger.
EX: If it’s snowing or raining, and you are partially protected, going out into the rain or snow in search of better shelter, is akin to abandoning a perfectly good ship in search of a life-boat…all because you are afraid that the shit might sink.
Nothing wrong with being forward looking…but what if the ship sinks because you weren’t there?
I think I read that somewhere once.
Can’t remember.
^Buffalo Springfield – What It’s Worth (Stop Hey What’s That Sound) – Slowed down to 33rpm^
Prolly why I’m so skeptical about things. Especially “future” things. You can cause just about anything and everything you want to happen, to actually happen.
No real mystery there.
That makes prediction more along the “soothsaying” types of paths a little easier to handle. It does me anyway. Also makes predictability/future telling/forecasting a little easier to discern from analytics. Again…that’s just me.
I like thinking about time and timings.
That said…some good news has arrived. Maybe “fortuitous” would be more apt. More later.
The irony is not lost on me.
I don’t think it is anyway.
^Planets Sounds^
This is actually a good way to learn drums. Well…it was back in the day of vinyl. Play a 45 on 33 & 1/3, or play a 33 @ 16. Helps you spot a lot of nuance that you might otherwise miss. Helps with those hidden shadow hits and accentuations, and helps you learn how to play them. More than that, when you speed the shit back up, it helps you find the flow within the difference(s) in speed.
When and if you eventually play live with people, they are gonna wander, and you gotta learn when to bend with respect to timing, when to be relentless with respect to being the timekeeper, and how to flow. Also, how to flow with the individuals that you are playing with. Each group has its own flow. You fit it, or you don’t.
^Stevie Wonder – Superstition – Slowed down to 33rpm^
As I’ve continued to think about a documentary that I watched recently about coral reefs, I continue to attempt to temper my urge and urges to act with as much prudence as I can muster. I do that, by hammering the fuck out of any and all sides of my own and others’ thinking. I must act fast, to move slowly. I must act slow, to move fast.
Q: If you are properly placed “to act”…is this indicative of need?
A: !!!
There are a lot of people that prolly ain’t gonna like that thought, not one … fucking … bit. Smacks too much of destiny and predetermination. Too much…fate. But, in my thinking anyway, to choose one or the other sometimes allows neither. I mean, hell…using that kind of thinking, choosing both allows neither. Certainly seems to have that potential anyway.
MAN!!! If there is a God/gods/whatever, he’s/she’s an irritating and annoying motherfucker, eh?
How bout a “normal” music break from all this weird shit?
BTW…this is another local band from back in the dizzay.
Just in case anyone is interested.
^About 9 Times – “There is no…”^
Started trying to re-watch this coral reef documentary, and I gotta give them some props for asking some difficult questions, but there’s still something about this documentary that makes me not like it. Something elusive and business-like…some thing(s) that are very contradictory…and some thing(s) that seem just downright angry and retaliatory.
That said, there is something…else. Something…elusive creeping behind all of that and all those. Something just downright disheartening. Methinks, partly anyway, that some of that feeling that I am getting, is related to trying to undo something, and NOT including undoing what you did in the first place that is causing the damage. Almost a bowed-head, whipped, broken, and bound in chains acceptance of defeat, all while contemplating what it is to continue living defeated. Maybe that’s what we need.
^Dying Coral Reefs Documentary 2017^
To relate, I’m gonna post another video that seems to contain some anger and angry people. People who seem angered to the point of rage. People who somehow feel that they have been betrayed. That’s what I am getting anyway. Admittedly, I’ve seen this documentary before. But I decided to watch it again, and yep…lotta anger and rage. I personally am not real fond of anger nor rage, but that’s just me.
Watch it if you want.
Or not.
Whatevz.
^THE MARS UNDERGROUND [HD] Full Movie^
Let’s get back to coral reefs, and let’s bring Fukushima along with us.
We’re gonna have a string of large images to compare here…so…deal with it however you choose.
^Large Clock Ticking Sound Effect^
This first image, above, is “coral bleaching”, from The Great Barrier Reef in Australia, that is supposedly due to rising ocean temperatures. Or acidity levels. Or CO2 levels. Or fossil fuels. Or something. Whatever it is…this “has never happened before”…so we must do something. Or something.
^Cicada noise slowed down^
This next image, is from Fukushima and/or the surrounding areas, and shows someone holding two images. The bottom one is a normal photograph, and the second is a special photograph that shows radiation and/or exposure to radiation.
Anyone else see some contrast between the coral and the tree?
Maybe even…black holes and white holes, and why one is not necessarily preferable to the other? Maybe if you think in terms of expansion and contraction, neither will necessarily be real appealing. Throw in concepts like spaghettification and time loops, and backwards/forwards time and matter travel…and shit gets even more unappealing. Mix all those together…and shit is gonna get REALLY fucking strange. Or whatever.
^Rain Sound + Dial Up 700% slowed down^
While I continue to post these images, and continue to compare them to each other, while thinking about change(s) and changing, I got to listening to the video below…
as I was thinking about the images above
…and it got me to thinking about what we sometimes do…to stop thinking about something. Especially those things that we cannot change. The things we cannot prevent. The things that we intervene in, that we later wish we wouldn’t have…irrespective of reasons.
Meh…give it a listen if you want. But what I got to thinking about at some point…was gunfire.
Q: Were you to hear something, you’d rather not have heard…what would you do, to cover those sounds in your head?
A: ???
Yeah…I wonder sometimes if “The Universe” doesn’t sometimes try and do the same. Block things out.
Cover them up.
But before you get too conspiratorial in that thought and your thinking, remember that I tend to think along some crazy timelines, and in and amongst some crazy time and times. By that I mean…this “coverup”…could have came from 1,000,000 years ago…or could have come from 1,000,000 years in the future…
or could have even come from both.
^Songs of Whales into Nightingales, sped and slowed for comparison^
And of couse, the image above is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Maybe this is already well-known to science, but what I personally see…is pathways. Pathways that have been opened up, so that this energy and these energies can get to where they need to go, utilizing pathways that better or best facilitate how these energies get there.
I mean, science always and forever is talking about decay and decays of radioactivity, as well as how these decays themselves decay. What they never tell you…is how. I mean…yeah…they kinda do…but they are kinda vague. And not always in the most believable of ways with respect to their answer(s) of “we just don’t know.”
^Pink Floyd – Breathe [800% Slower]^
I mean…if I personally do not know something? I am prohibited from exploring further or knowing more…yes? I cannot build a still and start making whiskey or moonshine or whatever. Even if I am the only one that will consume it.
Irrespective, the channels for knowing have certainly become…erm…distinct. Perhaps that will take some of the sting out of any and all perceived slaps. None was intended, but I can certainly see some as interpreting my vernacular and/or thinking as being just that. A slap.
A backhand.
My hinting that I am being oppressed, and possibly even willfully restrained, by others, against my will.
Q: Am I?
A: ?Âż?
Q: Would you tell me if I were?
A: Âż?Âż
Q: Are you being honest?
A: !!!
Q: Who is oppressing me? You?
A: ...
Yeah…that kinda shit does sting. It hurts to even think about it.
^THX Certified Test 800% Slower^
And yet again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Thinking about paths and pathways does get me to thinking a bit more about these “Squirrely Neutrinos” that I’ve thought about. But in thinking about it now, in order to utilize these pathways, I’ve got to think about “rollers” and “parabolic trajectories” that are going to augment these pathways.
To me, anyway, that says that I’m going to need to prolly utilize some Tachyons, as well as both parts of the/a Neutrino when it is split. So that means strings of all kinds. We’ll get there and hopefully some of what I am thinking about will better come out as I go.
^Dolphin Sound Effect Slowed Down^
When we start “putting a face on things” that is more easily recognizable, maybe we can follow that “food chain” thingie upwards, see where we as humans stand, and maybe even where we should or should not be standing. I’m just thinking here, that all you need to do to show how important every single thing is in a food chain or genetic tree…is turn it upside down. Afterall…that’s where it all started…right? Maybe it’s time for some balancing via imbalance.
I dunno…maybe not. But like I’ve said…like it or not…I’m here. If I’m here, and involved, there’s a reason.
^hummingbird songs at extremely slow speeds^
Once again…the above image is the “radioactive view” of the image that proceeded it.
Seeing these spots, has me to thinking about my cousin. Well…both of them really. But more so about my cousin that recently died, and she was one of three triplets. I did not know her. Never even met her, nor her sisters. But I knew her uncle. Ironic that her uncle also never knew her, since he also died of Leukemia at a rather young age.
But I’m thinking less in terms of mutation, and more in terms of adaptation. Even more…
adoption.
Coping. Dealing. I mean, we need it, and we need it now…right? Otherwise… someone might get ahead of us. Might beat us to the punch. And we can’t have that…now can we? The price is too high, and we can’t afford to pay it. I wonder who will? Who does? Who has? Who had to pay because they had no choice but to do so?
^Cockney Star Trek^
So let’s take a look at a couple of screenies of animation in the coral reef video, which depicts this process whereby algae is “ejected” from its coral counterpart.
Q: Why would coral “evict” it’s algae counterpart/symbiote?
A: ?
Is it possible that we do not fully understand what is going on there? I mean, if this coral is ejecting their algae…or…”life giving counterpart”, as the video refers to algae…
Q: Is it possible that the coral is anticipating not needing/no longer needing the algae?
A: Âż
Q: Is it possible that the algae is needed elsewhere?
A: ¿¿
Yeah…as in, expansion. The coral doesn’t need it, but it’s going to be needed elsewhere, so turns it loose.
Layering.
^cockneys get a cab^
Seeing the layering that is so prevalent in nature, I cannot help but think there is much more going on here/there than we think. This bleaching that is taking place…
Q: Is the coral itself actually dying? In each and every and all cases…is the coral dying?
A: ???
Or is this simply a case where we do not understand what we are looking at, but think we do since it looked like “this” when we first found it, and it now looks like “that”? One of the scientists in the video mentions that
“there have been two back-to-back coral bleaching events”.
Um…how is that even possible? Or are you talking about different regions? Is that all you are following? When something leaves, how long does it stays gone, and when it comes back? Also, what other order would “bleaching events” be other than back-to-back? Back-to-front? Front-to-front? Halfway-to-middle?
^Sreaming Frog- slowed down^
I got to talking to Roob the other day, and I mentioned to her my terror at a concept that I had started thinking about with respect to backwards moving DNA. Primarily, DNA that is basically de-evolving, because it is sensing changes in the environment that require scrolling backwards through it’s own genetic code.
Science always talks about what a warm planet Earth/Terra used to be, and if the planet is indeed heating up, and generic code does indeed contain a virtual library of history of histories with respect to an individuals own history, and possibly/probably the history of many other lifeforms…why would it be such a stretch to see an organism/lifeform/entity rock backwards in its own code to see how best to proceed and adapt due to the changes that it is sensing?
Like say…oh…we start digging up metals and petroleum from somewhere, and some of this stuff we are digging up and out contains all kinds of…erm…information…and the life that is already here starts detecting the presence of these “unknown” things…then scrolls through its own genetic code to see if it can sense or detect some matches. Something familiar. Something known. Much like me calling upon my ancestors for a hand when shit got sideways a few years back.
Yeah…I actually did that. I actually had a “WTF?!?!?” kind of moment…thought about all that it has taken me to get here, and how can I best serve that legacy. So yeah…I’ve been thinking in some strange pathways.
^Let’s make some noise…^
Anyway…back on Earth-ish or approximate…um…I’ve added some parabolas to the image above. What I failed to mention regarding the previous screenshot, is that it was taken from a portion of the video where they were looking under a microscope, and the algae was migrating from left to right as it was being “ejected” from the coral.
Maybe they aren't being ejected. Just sayin'.
Anyway, it got me to thinking about energy and particles needing to get to where they are going, and how that is achieved.
So yeah…I’ve jumped the shark in the big fucking middle of a hurricane made of earthquakes, that is raining tornadoes proximate to an erupting volcano…or something like that.
I’ve got DNA, ancient bacteria and other ancient DNA/genetic materials, that are intermingling with radiation of varied varieties, from various sources, in various states, all while “business as usual” is doing its goddamndest to continue on unimpeded.
Q: I wonder who is steering the ship?
A: !!!
Not to mention our effect(s)/affect(s) on oceans via fishing, shipping, dumping, drilling, airplanes, cars, power grids, billions of humans, and countless other lifeforms.
Q: How many exo-planets have we located this week?
A: Any? Many?
Not saying we should stop looking, because I wouldn’t be able to do what I am attempting to do without all of these things that we are doing, have done, continue doing. But I’m seeing more and more things that are causing me concern, and I know that I am not the only one who sees these things, and I personally remain quite far from panic.
As a matter of fact, I am quite calm about most of this. I do what I can, the best I can, where I can, and that is all I have to fucking give.
/shrug
^Bee Buzz Slowed Down^
So what would cause a situation to develop, that appears to be guiding and protecting the process of facilitating the orderly and timed release of these algae? Is it all internal and dependent upon the coral?
That can't be.
What if the algae refused to leave? What if algae couldn’t leave? What if the algae…fought back? We are, afterall, fond of referring to “chemical warfare” with respect to corals and/or coral reefs. But I’m thinking now…what if there was a discrepancy? Not only, would the genetic code of the coral need to assist the coral in how best to proceed, but the algae’s genetic code would need to do the same. Moreover, these two entities survive and thrive on symbiosis. So why wouldn’t they work together at all times, in all situations, under all circumstances, for the betterment of both?
I can understand some of these marine biologist’s panic. I mean hell, they’ve spent countless years hanging around these things…studying them…loving them. Why wouldn’t they panic? That said, there is still some creepy vibes that I am getting from that particular video. Maybe its the coalescing of a lot of this thinking that I’ve been doing. Prolly some and/or all of that.
^Peyotl Series: Water Sound slowed down to 7 times the original length^
My daughter, who is 17, has wanted to be a marine biologist and/or zoologist since she could mumble. She loves dolphins, wants to know the ocean(s). She wants to know her planet. I want to help her in any way I can. I myself love the sea/the ocean. Not been around it much, but it is amazing. But I think the same about a lot of things.
I’ve always been told that my biggest fault is that I reach too far, try too hard, strive to know too much. My tackling of time was a biggie when I was a kid, and I was always told that’s the one sure path to failure and/or insanity. Not sure why tho. Include anything and everything, and time can be a cakewalk to understand.
That’s actually not true.
Time is scary as shit.
Only the pleasant things make the unpleasant things bearable.
Talk time…and you talk all.
That’s a lot.
A lot to think about.
^Unreal Hi-Speed Camera Shots^
All that bullshit said, the best that I can offer is to fill in the blanks. I can usually see the same shit you see, and understand the same shit you understand, but I always look at things from the perspective of time. Like watching me being around 8 years old, and watching soap bubbles from washing our car run down the driveway, into the alley, and down the street…
“Where do those soap bubbles and that soap go mom?”
I was told that they went to the water treatment plant in town, and the soap was removed there.
But I had already spent WAY too much time in the local creeks to buy that one. It didn’t add up. Our creeks typically did not flow unless there was rain, and always lowered and/or dried quickly in the summer. I knew that there had to be more going on…so I watched. I watched the soap bubbles form when a rain shower started, from dry areas to where you could eventually follow them down and see even more soap bubbles and other crap coalescing as they proceeded down the creek(s). I followed them.
How long, in weeks, months and years, does it take, for soap from the car that I just washed, to make it all the way downstream to the water processing plant?
(Assuming that it actually went there, which I later found out that most of it didn't.)
How much actually makes it to wherever it is going, and how much is left behind, and where?
Yeah...I was a weird kid.
^MW3 – MSR Sniper Sound – Slowed down to 75%, 50%, 25%^
Just thinking, that maybe some signals are being sent, and maybe those signals are saying…
"leave".
Something to consider tho…maybe this and these messages, are incomplete. Maybe there’s more to follow, and we are just now starting to understand how to read these messages, without getting so fucking hung up on “who” is sending them. Such as….
"Leave...these..."
I dunno. I’m listening intently, whenever, and wherever I can. Perhaps I’m misinterpreting here. But you can make your own assumptions from there if you so choose to do so.
I’ve no answers.
I’m not even looking for them.
I wouldn’t know what to look for, even if I wanted to.
^The Bloop is Back^
I watched this next piece of shit earlier…and yes, I started at part II. But as I started watching, I remember that I’ve seen this one before…so…no biggie. I made it to 12:34 in the vid, before I got to thinking about a coupla things.
Q: Why would aliens broadcast messages via mediums and methods that “civilizations” that are not capable and/or ready to receive?
A: ... --- ...
Yeah. Our Universe is full of “noise” What if these signals being broadcast from elsewhere, were/are more Morse Code like? They send a “dah” here….and a “dit” there…and these dah(s) and/or dit(s) could potentially be broadcast days, years, centuries, or even eons apart.
Q: Doesn’t our solar system spin and/or curve?
A: ---->)0(<---
Q: Doesn’t this mean that even the most conical and/or straightest of signals will eventually curve?
Just been thinking about my thought that all of our “deep-space” probes and satellites will eventually do an about-face, and return to Earth/Terra. Or at a minimum, do an about-face in an arcing type of parabolic curve, and eventually head somewhere else entirely. Possibly still back to/towards Earth/Terra, but on a much modified course.
I see our signals via television and radio and satellite and whatever other method/means, as eventually swirling, corkscrewing, zig-zagging, and all kinds of other shit. Then again, I maintain that “The Laws of Physics” are going to begin to behave in radically different ways out towards the edge(s) of our Solar System, and they are going to get wacky as shit outside of it.
Then again, I see a lot of curves and curving.
I must be girl crazy or something.
^Unidentified Deep Sea Sounds – SlowDown (1X)^
Since we are talking about messages, messaging, and the interpretation of these things, let’s talk about some shit that Roob threw at me earlier in the week. But I’m gonna start off with a different video, because I can’t currently find the one in particular that she sent me.
BTW…this particular video below? It makes Binaural Beats look like child’s play.
^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down 800% (creepy)^
OK….I think this is the one that Roob passed along to me.
If this is the incorrect video, Roob can change it if she feels so inclined.
đ
^Have you ever heard crickets chirping slowed down? Its amazing!^
Let’s find some counter-arguments, and see what we can came up with.
^Urban Legends: God’s Chorus of Crickets^
Q: Do choruses sing always and forever?
A: Too easy?
Welp, are you broadcasting 24/7?
365/366?
What about…listening?
Are you doing that 24/7-365/366?
How can your broadcast 24/7 and simultaneously listen 24/7?
Or is this why some of us are attempting to shout louder than others?
Additionally, no chance of mixed-signals?
… — …
—…—
… … …
— — —
..? -?- ?..
Is it possible this guy faked this cricket crap? (no pun intended)
Sure it is.
Is it possible that this guy just so happened to be in the right place at the right time?
Sure it is.
Science is all about “being in the right place, at the right time, with the right equipment, and the right amount of funding”…so…why would this seem like such a stretch?
I’m all for knowing.
I’m just not real sure if I really know what that means.
Here’s some more tho.
Maybe there’s some tuning going on or something.
Does make me think of “The Bloop” tho.
But yeah…tuning and tunings.
^Crickets Chirping Slowed Down^
Let’s us check out some birds!!!
^CREEPY: What Birds Sound Like in Slow Motion !^
Let’s us check out a bird!!!
^Parakeet Sounds Like Dinosaur In Slow Motion^
Let’s us check out even more birds!!!
^Birds Singing and Chirping in Slow Motion with Slowed Down Bird Song^
And yep...even more birds!!!
^WHAT BIRDS SOUND LIKE IN SLOW MOTION^
Maybe it’s not so difficult after all to understand how Penguins locate their offspring or how “pairs who mate for life” find their counterparts when/if separated.
Prolly not so different from our methods.
^Mysterious Stone Towers Discovered In The Himalayas^
I remember when I was a kid, I read about how pinball machine companies came up with the ideas for all those crazy sounds that pinball machines were starting to make in the 1970’s and 1980’s. These people would go out into nature, record all kinds of sounds with portable audio recorders, then they would take those recordings back to the shop, tinker with them, and PRESTO!!!
Pinball machine sounds.
I’m guessing that this also translated to the video games that would follow…but that does make me think….where else would you start when needing to make sounds? Analog and Digital synthesizers were just coming into their own, and samplers were just starting to come available. We need to make so creative and interesting sounds to include in these games as a method of feedback to the player(s). So…the question is…
Q: Where do we start?
A: K.I.S.S.
NATURE!!! I mean…where else would we get something? That’s all there is. There is nothing else.
To some, I could see that being discouraging or even disheartening. But aren’t being discouraged and/or disheartened natural things as well?
Not to mention…we’ve no fucking CLUE how much shit there is “out there” to find, nor when and where we’ll find it.
So yeah…maybe The Universe is still creating, has always been creating, and will always be creating.
Q: I wonder what role(s) we are to play?
A: I guess we'll find out.
Or something.
^Powerful Third Eye Opening Binaural Beat Subliminal Visualization Video & Manifestation Movie^
I guess I see a contradictory nature beginning to arise within science. Well, maybe not arise, but certainly be more detectable and/or prevalent or known. But this contrariness is one that almost requires that science talk out of its mouth at the same time and/or be hypocritical/make hypocritical assumptions about itself, and especially Evolution. Perhaps they fall back on…
“but…if The Big Bang is correct, The Universe is still creating, was always creating, and always will be creating”
…or something similar. All that said, just thinking that to consider oneself or one’s group as being above reproach…is prolly going to be fatal. I mean, I can see and imagine some bright, shiny care-free future as much as anyone else, but I personally don’t require to death, disease and travail(s) to see it.
You need not inform me of it either…I see it just fine. I’ve seen it, and I continue to see it. Not exactly sure what is being asked of me. Perhaps you need more time to figure out what to ask me. Meanwhile, I’ve got things to do. Lemme know when and if you are ready.
I'll be around.
đ
^Cricket Sound Slowed Down 20x^
Maybe it’s just me, but I personally see both Science and Religion as equally contradictory and/or contrary, and not simply opposed and/or compared to one another. They always opposed unto and within themselves, which is prolly why they sometimes work, and sometimes not. Personally…that gives me hope. That means there is always common ground to be found.
Science = 50% Good, 50% Bad                    Religion = 50% Bad, 50% Good.
There’s nothing scientific about those numbers btw.
I just pulled them out of my ass.
I was very scientific about it tho.
And I prayed before I started.
Just in case.
đ
^A Choir of Angels (Music Slowed 800%)^
OH!!! The news. So…whatshername banged on my door earlier.
QUICK BACKSTORY: Whatshername has been refusing to buy me any Dr. Peppers for about 4 months or so. Fair enough, and no problem. I’ve no room to complain. However…
Whatshername: Do you have any empty Dr. Pepper bottles in here?
Cade: Why yes…I do happen to have one.
/me grabs it and tosses it to her.
Whatshername: OK, cool. BTW, I’ve bought a few more…so…
/me starts to laugh hysterically
Cade: Um…you need me to drink some?
/she starts to laugh hysterically
Whatshername: Yes…as a matter of fact I do.
Cade: Has there been some kind of sudden…paradigm shift?
/we both continue laughing hysterically, because methinks we both know what eachother is thinking.
Whatshername: For the time being. I need two more empty bottles.
Cade: I’ll see what I can do.
Ya see…she is helping to put on one of those “Fall Festivals” at the church that the youngest two kids go to, and one of the attractions she is doing…is pumpkin bowling. They are using a painted basketball at the pumpkin, and 2-liter bottles as the bowling pins. It would appear, that she has 8, and needs 2 more by tonight to finish painting them in time.
Whatshername:OH! And I got a call from the plumbers. They are going to be here on Thursday at 8 AM.
Cade: So…you need me to be here…Thursday…at 8AM?
Whatshername: Well…they are going to be digging from inside the house, through the foundation, and they need to do that through my room, and not from within the kitchen.
/her room is just opposite the kitchen.
Cade: OK…
Whatshername: I’m going to have to move all the furniture away from that wall, and stack everything against the opposite wall and on my bed.
Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here Thursday morning?
Whatshername: They said it’s going to take at least two days.
Cade: OK…so…you need me to be here both Thursday and Friday?
Whatshername: No. I’m taking off work at 06:30 AM on both Thursday and Friday.
Cade: OK…so…you don’t need me to be here at all?
Whatshername: Yes. You don’t need to be here.
Cade: Ah. So…got ya.
Whatshername: Someone will be here, so you don’t need to be here.
Cade: Got it. That’ll work out well. I was planning on leaving tomorrow or Wednesday depending on the weather, and you can have your bed and room back.
Whatshername: OK, well…if things don’t work out for you, I can sleep on the couch.
Weird how things work out...eh?
^Birds Slowed Down sounds like a Dinosaur rain forest^
Sometimes…things just get weird. So fucking weird in fact, that all seems kinda…normal.
^GOD’s FROGS -The Sound of Frogs Slowed Down by 100%^
Maybe sometimes our shit, when tinkered with, gets wacky.
You know what they say tho…whatever doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.
/me wretches
^Running in the 90s slowed down to 60% sounds like a sick vaporwave song^
I wonder what this does for, and/or says about…percentages?
What about directions?
What about “directional”…and approximately what “directional” could potentially mean?
^56K Modem Sounds Slowed Down 700– Creepy^
What say we end this one?
^Windows Startup and Shutdown Sounds 800% Slower^
Demonstrable...repeatable...explainable.
There is no other way.
^This is how slowed down crickets really sounds. Not so angelic after all…^
“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.
I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”
“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”
“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.
“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”
“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.
“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.
“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”
I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.
“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”
He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”
I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”
“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.
“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.
“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”
*******
I’m dead in the water.
Need a life-raft.
I'm fond of catamarans if that helps.
^BAD – U2^
I guess I otter talk about water. Been thinking about it since some Aussie Asshat made some comments earlier in the week on their blog, then some Limey Lady made even more comments on my comments on the Aussie’s comments. Who in the FUCK gives a shit what some Okie from Texas has to say about anything…let alone my thoughts on water? I guess the type of pondering that I do is kinda difficult for some to understand, because I tend to ponder a lot. Not that there is any connection there with pondering water…heh heh heh. But I guess its that “pond-during-water” that makes a pond a pond. Without the water, the pond is a dried up hole, just waiting for rain to fill it. Not that you should read too deep into this.
Well...maybe you should, maybe shouldn't.
May is a great time for rain in these parts. Maybe it’ll rain and fill those ponds for the summer…Maybe it won’t. Don’t wanna put all our fish in one pond. Someone may just depend on it.
^U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)^
“Just because you are dumb, doesn’t mean you have to be stupid.”
“Just because you are stupid, doesn’t mean you have to be dumb.”
Q: Welp, what if you are both, and trying to be neither?
A: ...
I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are stupid and/or dumb?
I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are not stupid and/or dumb?
I wonder where someone might get the idea that their ideas are stupid and/or dumb?
“Righteous-indignation” and “self-righteousness” seems to be on the agenda as of late. So lemme turn that gun on myself here, since I’m not real big on righteousness of any kind since it tends to be borne of unkindness in my experience…
"I HATE...self-righteous people."
Welp, since I’m not righteous, is that my reason/the reason I hate righteousness? Prolly. But I primarily hate the method of delivery. Meaning how the virtue of righteousness is obtained and shared. Gonna be a lotta mud-slinging in there. Guess someone has found some source of water since there is mud to sling at someone else.
Is that the best you got?
I get the mud and you get the water?
Fuck it. I’ll take it.
I am able to picture a British climber on the downslopes of Siula Grande in Peru, slurping mud to survive after breaking one of his legs. The story being, that he and his companion were able to summit Siula Grande climbing a face that had never been climbed before…ever…by anyone. That’s…where the story began. Odd eh? Most would think that the summit would be the end of the story.
Welp…if that’s where you want the story to end…that’s where it ends.
^U2 – Mysterious Ways^
I guess I could quote Jim Morrison/The Doors here, and their “No One Gets Out Of Here Alive” vein of thinking, as it seems applicable. But have you ever considered the possibility of a life lived never being more alive at the point of death? And I’m not talking about the “At least they died doing something they loved” types of thinking either. Kinda thinking, both of the previous thoughts with some other types of thinking/thoughts as well. Lotta stirring and swirling needs cooking when thinking about thinking. Especially if you are in the business of telling others what to think.
!!! SAY WUT?!?!?!?
Yeah…the business of telling others what to think. There’s no escaping it irrespective of your business. The question is, “what is your business?”
See what a trap I’ve set there for myself?
Yep...it's a doozy.
^U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For^
Q: If you get something for free, can you turn around and charge a fee to someone else for that same thing?
A: Sometimes?
How long is that sometimes? All times? Sounds like the model for that mode of thinking is already there/already exists. Now…we just have to figure out how best to utilize it. So yeah…justification…we need some. Anyone know where we can pick up some justification? We do wanna be able to sleep at night afterall.
^U2 – Vertigo^
I’ve made the case, that should God/gods exist, they don’t need “proof” or “justification” in my mind.
DUDE!!! YOU WERE RAISED IN A CHRISTIAN HOME/ENVIRONMENT!!! YOU ARE BIASED!!! BRAINWASHED!!!
True. Gods like Kundalini and Zeus and Brahma and Atum and Set are always on my mind…I am COMPLETELY brainwashed by Jesus and Yahweh/YHVH or whatever that guy’s name is. I guess YHVH wanted things his way.
lolz...I'm going straight to hell for that one....lolz
But yeah…it seems to me, that in my limited readings of ancient texts, that “the gods” were some smart motherfuckers. They always seem to be more about advice and fellowship, than answers. Meaning: We seek out the gods for answers, and we never seem to stop and consider their time and/or the times spent with them.
We want something…they have it.
It’s rarely what we expected…therefore, it adds that “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” kinda dimension to it, that when you think about it, you kinda get the feeling that “so did they.” Meaning that they gave the thought some thought(s), and those thoughts took some time. Almost as if they saw you coming.
I wonder…did we see them coming?
Prolly not.
We have too many preconceived notions about them and what they are based on what we think we know.
And where did we get that information?
Welp…I dunno…where did you get your information?
Is where you got it relevant?
Or was it the fact that you got it relevant?
Get it?
^The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony^
I have a quick thought regarding the previous song, and the concept of “bittersweet.”
Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two even when they are combined?
A: ?Âż?
Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two when they are separate, but tasted one at a time?
A: Âż?Âż
Yep…all systems normal.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name^
So thinking about “sweet water(s)” and/or “bitter water(s)”…they are the same thing at different times. I mean, there is a need there right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be tasting water(s) to see if they are sweet or bitter. Or did you not give a shit whether the water was sweet or bitter? You were thirsty. Can’t learn anything if you are dead. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Dead men tell no tales. What horseshit. /rolls eyes
The shit that we teach each other is fucking mind-bending.
Mainly because, I think of the concept of teacher-student relationship being a lasting one. I mean, that is your point in teaching right? You want to pass along something to someone that they can carry with them forever? Because they are gonna do that regardless. Even if you later tell them to stop thinking about what you previously suggested that they think about. Was that original thought just further compounded? Is that how reinforcement works? The “good cop/bad cop” or “long con/short con” kinds of thinking?
Ever see someone try to drop something hot?
It’s not always as reflexive as we like to think, because we tend to ignore the exception(s).
Lotta this shit has a kind of “Pandora’s Box” kinda ring to it, eh?
Welp, chemists and similar scientists deal with rings all the time…so this shit should be “old hat” to them. đ
^U2-Wire (Lyrics)^
I know, I know…it’s at this point that you are prolly thinking…
"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH ALL OF THE U2 ALL OF A SUDDEN LIKE?!?!?!?"
I like U2.
Sue me.
Did you know that Sue is a god in some circles?
lolz...a sun god being a god in some circles...lolz
Not supposed to poke fun at God/gods, and the only punishment available seems to be hell if you do poke fun at them…so…yeah. Thanks. Doomed…I appear to be it.
^U2 – Desire^
So I was talking with my oldest son again last night, and we were talking about music. This conversation wandered into the topic of art. This wandered into the topic of religion, because I expressed the thought to my son of “don’t let art nor artists beat you up.” I told him that I was under the impression that art was there to beat on, not to beat up on you, but it sure as shit can give you an ass-kicking of epic proportions if you let it. I went on to express that I felt that maybe art and religion have a common ground in the way and ways that God speaks to us. Maybe that one avenue is for ass-kicking, and one is for kicking-ass. Maybe even that these pathways go both ways, meaning that they open pathways for us to dish out a little ass-kicking of our own to God, and others not so much.
Anyone who might be reading this, was not there to pick up on the vibes/tone of the conversation. But he seemed a tad overwhelmed by the impressiveness of some music that he has been stumbling across, and the musical prowess of those creating it. Hence, I expressed to him not to let that beat you up. It’s supposed to inspire you. And it appears that it has. Maybe we sometimes misinterpret inspiration sometimes. I mean, the concept of “the muse” is to inspire. No one ever considers that the inspiration will come in the form of an ass-kicking. Maybe even from a flamethrower.
nod to Richard Bach there
^U2: Bullet the Blue Sky^
So yeah…channels…
Art = Loosey Goosey and/or Footloose and Fancy-free
 Religion = Not so much
Ways and methods of God/the gods/The Universe talking to us.
Ways and methods of us talking to God/the gods/The Universe.
Enter...SCIENCE!!!
^The Cranberries – Zombie^
BLECH!!! All of this fucking philosophical nonsense is making my headache go away. Or return. Or something.
WATER!!! It’s the only thing that matters to life.
Will you pass the ketchup please?
Wut?
Will you pass the ketchup pretty-please?
Ketchup has water in it?
Yeah, and for some reason, bread now has high-fructose corn syrup in it. Cept for the brands that are now touting the fact that they DO NOThave high-fructose corn syrup in it.
WTF?!?!? Since when does BREAD have high-fructose corn syrup in it?
I had to run look at the loaf of bread packaging real quick where I had noticed a placard on the packaging a coupla days ago, and it’s “100% Whole Wheat Bread With Honey Added.”
The “With Honey Added” part was in extremely small text as opposed to the extremely large text portion of “100% Whole Wheat” portion.
Almost as if…someone is trying to get our attention.
Has a…”zoom in/zoom out” kinda thinking to it.
I mean, say what you want about how many times a loaf of bread is taxed by the time it hits your palette, that bread has gone through some RADICAL changes in size here and there, and will continue to do so. Or at least, it will if you choose to eat it.
I don’t know whether to think of “The Bread of Life Here”…or “Alice In Wonderland.”
Prolly cause I’m supposed to be thinking/talking about water, and not food.
Dr. Leonard McCoy: “How can you think of food at a time like this?!?!?” Admiral James T. Kirk: “First order of business…survival.”
Movie = Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
^Toto – Africa^
WATER!!! It’s important to life. Especially if you are an anaerobic type of life-form.
Life...Form. Sounds almost like an edict.
Anyway, yeah water is like, important and stuff. Prolly some processes involved in getting water into, and out of, us. Maybe some preventative stuff, maybe some prohibitive stuff, maybe even some other stuff. I mean, water itself is capable of transformation, so why wouldn’t we need to be a little bit flexible ourselves? Get too much rigidity going on, and all of a sudden like, does that make the concept of rigidity itself even MORE rigid? Or less rigid? Ridged. Has a ledge kinda ring to it eh? Like, why seek a ridge if you don’t intend on jumping? Erm…since when did “jumping” come into the picture? I’m just enjoying the view. You wanna enjoy that view from a different angle/perspective? Knock yerself out. I’m more comfortable at the bottom myself. But if I wanna get there fast? I woulda came prepared as such.
Kinda makes me think of the book “A Separate Peace.” Maybe even the story of Cain and Abel, which makes me think of the book “East of Eden.” Was just talking about James Dean last night with respect to the movie East of Eden since he was in it. Great book, great movie. Lotta things to think about there with respect to give and take. Give/take, push/pull…whatever floats yer boat. Same thing, different time(s), all at the same time, at different times. I guess “the real question” there would be…”Are you involved? Or ain’t ya?” Yeah, gonna be some levels and leveling there. And I’m certainly not trying to bring anyone down. Not try to push you up either. But I might be able to help in either regard. Maybe not.
We’ll see.
Or we won’t.
Whatevz.
^Talk Talk – It´s My Life^
I guess that’s why I hate gossip. It includes me on a level that I am not comfortable with. Considering that I am a person who is quite comfortable with discomfort? Yeah…it’s a weird thought to think that others are talking about me, because I am quite comfortable with no one talking about me. But then again, it seems like the only time that anyone is thinking/talking about me is when I have done something wrong. My achievements are devoid of anything even remotely verbose at all, and yet my failures seem to inspire volumes. And all I can do is stand and shrug because I thought that failures are expected. Anticipated even. I mean, you’ve labeled me as “a walking-taking-fuckup”…what else would you expect? OH! More time in between fuckups?
Huh…I guess I ain’t doing so bad afterall.
Yep, it ain’t that hard at all being positive about the negative.
^No Doubt – Don’t Speak^
As I sit here in disgust thinking about the shit that I’ve written here in this particular grouping of shit that I have written, I try to hang onto the concept of “if you can’t help yourself, help someone else.” I guess that’s why that “taking liberties” with communication and their methods really chaps my ass. Yeah, I can do it, I have done it. But I don’t like it. Something as hard-earned as communication should be handled well. Not gingerly, not respectfully, not irresponsibly, not haphazardly. And yet, those things are possible, so they can and will happen.
So…intent and intentions. Have the intent of “doing this”…and you are prolly going to do just that. Whodathunkit? Yeah, I’ve laid a SHITLOAD of traps for myself in this here particular “Missive.” But something that bends my head is something that Jesus/Yeshua said in The Bible regarding “committing acts in our heart” that has always troubled me. Mainly because, I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t think about certain things. Combine the two? Yeah…a recipe for a shitload of guilt and self-loathing. Depression even. Maybe all of those.
^Simple Minds – Alive And Kicking^
I’ve read in some of these varied places around the web, that Jesus was spirited away to Egypt and taught/trained in the mystical arts there between the ages of 8/12 to 30 or so. Welp, sounds weird at first glance, but they didn’t want him in Jerusalem, and the boy prolly needed schooling…so…where to? Not like the Israelites didn’t have some roots there in Egypt in a “back and forth/to from to/to from and through” kinda way. Maybe someone was kinda…”chillin in Egypt for a while” after pulling up stakes a time or two prior to heading back there at some point. Makes sense. Prolly gonna burn in some special kinda hell for even thinking such a thought according to my upbringing, but yeah…makes sense. It makes sense to me on so many “levels”…that I don’t even want to write about it. I mean, I don’t want to even think about it. This is the kinda shit, that as far as I’ve been told, will not only damn your soul, but also get your body motherfucking mangled in the process of transitioning between these two damnations. Man…harsh.
Q: Assuming that I have a soul, who has the ability to damn it?
A: ...
^Blur – Song 2^
Q: If someone gets it wrong, and it falls to you to get it right, how does one do that?
A: There's you answer. Answers...even. Right there in the question.
Someone getting it wrong, outlines a way or ways to get it right. Or, as I prefer, get it correct. I mean, if something is wrong, how is right gonna help us out? Welp, stay creative in that line of thinking, think of direction change and changes, and suddenly everything is a step laid out for you. You just have to walk the distance. This makes me think of my own “wrasslin with the dragon in the maze” kinda moment. But that moment didn’t come only at hugging the dragon as opposed to slaying it, it came upon “exiting the maze”…and encountering the lion.
Yep…I thought the adventure was over, but it was only beginning.
Silly me.
^R.E.M. – Orange Crush (Official Music Video)^
Life can be overwhelming. But if you think of those “overwhelming times” also in times of joy and happiness, maybe we can distance ourselves from the current usage of this parlance as it relates to depression.
To relate, in my conversation with my oldest son last night, he was talking about their trip to Galveston, and how that he was not very fond of that trip because he pretty much had to play babysitter/chaperon since he was/is over the age of 18. But he relayed the story of seeing a dolphin on the last day just prior to leaving, and he said that upon seeing that dolphin breach the water…he was like “Oh yeah! That one thing made this whole trip worth the anguish.”
I guess we were again discussing the concept of synchronicity in a round’about kinda way…and related to him the first time I ever saw a dolphin. I told him that I was quite young, but my heart started beating so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest, and I have no idea as to why. But I remember that experience.
Maybe there was something “more” to that experience, maybe not. It was what it was, and it is what it is.
I had completely forgotten about that experience.
^4 Non Blondes – What’s Up^
Yeah…I get the feeling that we are part of a global conspiracy.
Might even be Universal.
Maybe all the way to the top.
I have no idea what any of that means.
But I have some pretty goddamn good ideas….or maybe I don’t. /me shrugs
Maybe you have some good ideas too.
Let’s talk about them.
Or not.
Whatevz.
^Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls^
It’s almost Friday. Not really…since it’s Thursday…but it’ll be here soon. Seems to me that there is something special about the particular Friday that is tomorrow.
Yesterday afternoon I took some time out to reacquaint myself with an old movie that I hadn’t watched in over 20 years. The previous evening my good friend, Cade, had mentioned that the film is heading for a remake…
*No shit! It’s all in the reflexes, Clicky… /sigh…*
No doubt the remake will be a CGI ‘mcmasterpiece’ but I can’t but stop and wonder, Why?…
*YeeuP! You’re probably right there, Clicky…*
Cade also sent through a new missive, which Clicky and I are delighted to reproduce below, so sit back, relax and enjoy as The Okie Devil gets a few things off his chest…
*******
I was just about to start writing some shit.
Seems that has happened in a sorta-kinda successful way.
So…let’s see how the rest of this here particular adventure goes.
Q: Does my method of beginning a post, get boring?
A: <email me your answers to mypersonalemail@myemailaddress.fu>
Or not.
Whatevz.
^Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Live At Earls Court)^
Do you have anything in particular on your mind you wanna talk about? Me too. Although nothing currently comes to mind. Guess we’ll just have to rely on each other’s creative and ingenuity to get us through this particular section. Maybe you just came here for the weird pictures and weirder music and skip over the text-based sections. Maybe you skip directly to the comments section and see what no one isn’t talking about, and don’t make any comments of your own on what is not being said. Maybe you get bored and start looking for something else to not do. I dunno. I can only guess. So I guess I’ll just have to use my own best judgement.
lolz...that'll prolly work out just DANDY!!!
^Raven – Chainsaw – BBC TV^
Speaking of disasters just looking for a place to happen…lessee here…where was I going with this? I mean…I want to write. I feel like writing, but nothing is coming out. Nothing is coming up. Maybe those clouds I saw moving in from the west earlier, were nothing but clouds. I mean yeah…it’s moisture going somewhere important. I don’t doubt that. But it’s spring here and we’ve only gotten one really big storm so far this year, and one sorta-big-ish storm that was more rain than anything. Not that I’m complaining. But it’s difficult to watch the storms when it’s raining like crazy.
I dunno. Maybe I have nothing left to say.
^Anvil – Metal On Metal (Live)^
Let’s get Moody.
Tuesday Moody kinda moody.
Actually…today is Thursday… actually…not anymore, since it’s 01:24 in the morning on Friday the 7th of April.
But meh...Tuesday Moody it is.
^Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues^
I guess I’ve been thinking about laws and regulations and governments and governing quite a bit lately. Primarily…if you as a leader/lawmaker and leading and making laws that tell others what NOT to do…erm…isn’t that kinda…contradictory? I mean…you are getting to do what you want to do…right? Making laws and leading is what you want to do. Just kinda weird to make a profession out of doing what you want to do by telling others what they cannot do. And you get to get all clever and creative with the law and laws and legislating. Make all kinds of rules that govern the rules and rulers, and also, govern the governed in a way that makes them incapable of exception, until they are an exception that someone finds exceptionally exceptional. Usually, that someone is someone that is in the same or a similar role as you, and so that tends to make the exceptional rather non-exceptional according to your own rules. As if you can build something so exceptionally strong and unyielding, that nothing and no one can move it. Can’t be moved eh? Oh yeah?
Q: How’d it get there?
A: ?Âż?
^Lifelike- So Electric (Roller Disco Edit)^
All of the fear that I see in the media, irrespective of type of media and perspective(s) on those different types of media and their legitimacy, I don’t see it. The fear that they are talking about? I don’t see it. Almost like staring at “your weird neighbor that doesn’t talk to anyone” for hours on end each day, in the event that they do something something suspicious or crazy. Yeah…sounds like NO ONE in your neighborhood is doing ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD BE QUALIFIED AS SUSPICIOUS OR CRAZY!!! Cept for that one weird neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. Gee…I wonder why THAT is? Maybe you and your other neighbors’ previous “conversations” with this person have been a little…erm…interrogative. Oh yeah sure sure…I know…you just want to get to know them. Your motives sound wholesome and completely legit. Carry on. (Oh…and shhhhhh….but let me know what you find out about that weirdo!)
No fear here.
No fear at all.
No fear whatsoever.
Nothing to see here.
Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^
No wonder that delivery drivers throw shit on your porch and run instead of hand-delivering shit. You’ve got “security cameras” surrounding your home, inside and out. Who the FUCK is it that you don’t trust? Cause that seems like a fucking metric FUCKTON of trust to me. I don’t want video cameras all over my house, inside OR out. Maybe I am misinterpreting things here, but it sounds to me like the only person and or persons that you don’t trust in proximity to wherever it is that you live? Yeah…YOU. That means you don’t trust anyone else either. Moreover, it sounds as if you have so adopted that “it’s just a matter of time until I catch someone doing something” philosophy, that all you are interested in…is vengeance. “Justice” you may call it. Someone steals from you, they should be punished. Fair enough. Or is it? “Lotta things wrong with this country” some say.
O RLY? Who is saying this, who are they saying it to, and how are they saying it?
I mean…OBVIOUSLY they are someone hooked up to a respirator in a hospital.
How can they speak? You can’t speak when hooked up to one of those things.
I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?
I wonder who maintains it?
I wonder who that person is that keeps coming into the room and fiddling with those knobs on that machine?
^Neil Young & Johnny Depp (Dead Man) – Original Soundtrack Long Version^
Oh…I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve there? I thought there were a lot of things wrong with this country, and we needed to talk about them? Or do you wanna just point at the living corpse and go find someone to pay? Cause it sounds to me like someone already paid. Is still paying. Lotta paying going on there. And no…time does not heal all wounds. Not in the manner that many seem to perceive that particular quip. But it’s a start. Sounds like someone beat someone else to the punch there. Maybe even started without us.
Maybe we aren’t what we do.
Maybe we are what we’ve done.
Leyikes...sounds like someone is done for.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – On a Chair^
If you expect me to walk with you in your moment and moments of pain, why can I not do this for others? Why do you get to choose who, and who not, that I should walk with for a little while. Ya want something from me when ya want it, and ya don’t want anything from me when ya don’t want it. Both are wanting. I mean…when I apply the preceding to my own personal life? Yeah…I melt.
Motherfucking MELT.
I’ve gotten so much shit wrong in my life, that I’ve just about convinced myself that the only thing that I am capable of getting right IS GETTING SHIT WRONG CORRECTLY! lolz. How sad eh? Some might think that. But I don’t. I mean…I’ve never really planned on raising my arms to heaven in some sort of spiritual victory gesture, then sitting down and never doing anything ever again. How fucking boring is that? I mean sure, I’m pretty laid back and chill, and I like to hang out and just “ponder the yonder”…but it’s because there is always something else. Always…one more thing. I dunno. That’s how I see life anyway. If there is something to be done, and I am the person to do it? Goddamnit…it’s getting done. I’m kinda “ferocious” in that way.
Q: Dude…how in the FUCK do you know when “something needs to be done?”
A: Don't you? You're the one with all the questions.
I’m more of a “how am I gonna do this” kind of person. Because once I get to the “how question”…the “why question” has pretty much already been answered via the “who question.” If I am involved in anything, in any way shape or form…there is a reason. Maybe even…reasons.
It’ll go to shit from there. (Reason and reasoning be damned).
I wonder if that is my problem?
^Nylon- When You Love Someone (Lifelike Remix)^
I was briefly speaking with someone the other day regarding motion. Specifically…sea-sickness, or motion sickness. I mentioned that I do not get motion sickness/sea-sick. But I do get car-sick. Or at least, sometimes. I also mentioned that I used to get car-sick all the time when I was a kid. The person that I was talking with commented…”probably because you couldn’t see where you were going.” And I was like, yeah…that. But also, I mentioned that my parents were always perplexed at my paradoxical ease and difficulty.
EX: My parents we always like…
“Put that damn kid on a ride that spins in every direction possible at the same time, and he’ll have a smile on his face that you couldn’t erase with sandpaper. Put that kid in car going in a straight line, and he’s sick as dog as soon as the car starts rolling.”
The comment regarding “not seeing where you are going” got me to thinking about the pressurized nature of cars. I’d always do fine if a window was down, or even cracked open a bit. But with the windows up? <shudder> I mean…you are riding in a sealed car through all kinds of pressure and pressures, and all kinds of pressure changes as we drive in our cars. Granted…we want to keep the rain/snow/elements out so that our in-car stereo’s clock doesn’t short out. But were we really designed with pressure changes like this in mind? Because whether we were designed by a higher intelligence/God/gods, or whether we are some kind of universal fluke…the weather is important in that development regardless. No wonder we can basically classify ourselves as nothing more than a sack full o’sacks. Lotta membranes there.
Layer, upon layer, upon layer.
And speaking of layers and lairs…
let’s talk about religion!!!
^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^
Would you like some more music? K…I’ll insert another song here for no particular reason other than it came up in the random playlist that I currently listening to on YouTube.
^Jagwar Ma – Let Her Go (Live on KEXP)^
Let’s do two random-assed songs since this next one made an impression on me as well.
^Chaos Chaos – My Hands (Live on KEXP)^
Hows bouts a trifecta?
Go ahead...give it a tri.
^Daniel Lanois – “Sioux Lookout”^
So I’ve been thinking about this “911/119” that I’ve been seeing here and there recently. Yes…I see that kind of shit. But I have to give this shit a think before adding my own personal shit to the existing shit. Keeps it contextual and applicable when and whereso.
Anyway…I got thinking about my upbringing with respect to prophecy in The Book of Revelations. Everyone is always “The Beast this” and “The Beast that” and “what is The Beast” and blah blah blah blah blah. Lotta mysetery there eh?
Mysteries...even.
Anyway…yeah…it got me to thinking about all this business about “The Anti-Christ” which appears to be so damn popular, among the many other mysteries of that particular section of The Bible. And it occurred to me to maybe think about all of my studies, and all of the other people’s studies that has been proposed here and there, and relate those particular studies to the studies that I have heard espoused from the pulpit(s) of many preachers/pastors in my time and times at church or within other religious streams. This made me think of all of the crazy speculative shit that has been postulated, such as…I’ve even heard one “scholar” go so far as to say that “The Anti-Christ must be a homosexual, because there is no mention in The Bible of this man having any women around him.” <sigh> You gotta be SHITTING me!!! That was my thoughts then, and my thoughts now anyway. Primarily because, “at the point in time where this Anti-Christ dude is doing whatever in the fuck they are going to be doing? Yeah…they’re already here, doing whatever in the fuck it is that they are going to be doing, which means that it’s already done.” So what in the FUCK are you looking for?
So yeah…back to “The Beast.”
You want it?
You’ll get it.
See “The Beast” yet?
No?
Find a mirror if you have one handy and are feeling adventurous in your “”soul searching.”
If you look for something...you will find it.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^
Heddy stuff eh? Welp…it occured to me yesterday, that all of this “looking for doomsday” bullshit that I just CANNOT…FUCKING…GET AWAY FROM ANYWHERE…has rubbed me just about completely, and totally fucking raw. I’ve been “living in the shadow of doomsday” my entire fucking life. “The Secularists” want to kill me. “The Religious” want to kill me. “The…”…no wait…that covers everyone…right? “Secularists and Religious? Doesn’t that…just about cover 100% of everyone. I mean, yeah sure…there are several “100 percents” there to consider using my own special blend of wonky whacked-out -1/0/1 based mathematics.
100% of The Secularists.
100% of The Religious.
Yep…that’s everyone!!! So yeah…um…back to “The Beast.” Erm…
Q: Which one?
A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?
Which one do you wanna see?
Which one do you not wanna see?
Did you look in the mirror?
I have.
I see The Beast.
Eyes glowing red with fury.
And sometimes…not so much.
Just chomping at the bit…either way.
Waiting on you and your decision(s).
This is…at your behest, at your request, and for your benefit afterall.
I thought you wanted to know?
Q: Now what?
A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^
So yeah anyway…not to sound too schizophrenic or anything…but, let’s change the subject and talk about something else now that I’ve quasi-gotten that off my chest.
^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^
I mean really you fucking idiots. Are you going to be happy with unraveling the mystery and mysteries contained in ancient texts? Especially those dealing with “doomsday types of scenarios?” What? Are you gonna post it on your Facebook? Gonna send out a Tweet? Yeah right…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there? lolz
If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!
If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!
Make that “you = fucked” kinda flexi-interchangeable with “we = fucked”…and all of a sudden…your followers on Twitter and all your Facebook “Friends” are gonna drop you like a bad habit, no matter what the outcome is.
So…think about this while you and your gang are out riding around searching for mysteries to unravel…
Q: What if God/the gods do indeed exist, but they’ve had a change of heart?
A: SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?
I mean…if there is a God, according to The Bible at least…only “The Father” knows when “The Shit Will Indeed Hit The Fan” and will also “MAKE IT SO“. Right?
Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.
I wonder if there is shit going on that might make God…appear a little…”indecisive”…for lack of a better term.
I mean…the crazy fuck invented this place…what makes you so sure he’s in a big fucking hurry to tear it a new asshole? That’s always bothered me. Creation and Destruction doesn’t seem to jibe with each other in the way and ways that it’s described by others. What if “God’s Clock” ain’t set to go off for millions of years from now? Are you really so high up on God’s “good graces list” that he/she/it sends you his interstellar itinerary? Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! How much printer paper do you have? You’d need a fucking OCEAN of printer-ink to print out all that shit.
Which reminds me…what type of printer do you have? It must be HELLA reliable.
That's quite the endorsement for whoever made that brand/model of printer.
^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^
When I was fairly young, Stephen King addressed a scary concept for me regarding “The Anti-Christ” that really blew my mind. In his book “Carrie”…there was a mention of “Carrie’s Father” always carrying a pistol around with him in the event that he bumped into The Antichrist. When I read that…it blew my fucking mind. I mean…it made sense to me personally, because I was raised around “religious zealots of this type” in my formative years. Formative Years? What in the FUCKkind of unkind concept is that? This horseshit that we become “locked-in” around the age of 7? Horseshit. How many 0-7 year old kids are in college? None? Why is that? Can’t teach em anything past 7 or so, so why bother?
Your system and systems are fucked.
Don’t think so?
For any Americans reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: Say WHAT?!?!? Which one dude? Be specific.
I was specific you stupid redneck gal or guy. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
For any of our other World Citizens reading this…
Q: What is your annual budget?
A: I SAY ol' chappy?!?!? Which one, Yank? Be more specific if you don't mind.
I was specific old boy or girl. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?
^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^
Q: How do you kill someone who cannot be killed?
A:DUDE! What if I shoot someone who says they cannot die right in the fucking face, and they die?!?!?
Welp, sounds to me like you are prolly headed for prison. Or at least on a long journey through some legal system of some kind.
BTW...Way to go. You sure showed them.
Better hope you don’t bump into them down the road. That would suck. They’re somehow back up and fit-as-a-fiddle, and you are headed for jail.
Sucks to be you.
^Hybrid – Last Man Standing^
Do you really care who solves you and your planet’s problems? Or do you just want them to get solved? Because if you just want them solved? Sounds to me like the system and systems are already in place for that kind of path. Let your local representatives know what you want and/or need. I mean, that’s what they are there for right? To represent you and your needs? If they don’t help you get what you need, find someone who will and vote them into office at the next election. It’s that simple as far as I understand it. But you can’t just vote every 1 or 2 or 4 years and expect to have your needs met if government is the only method for meeting your needs. You gotta be specific, and you gotta stay involved. You know, you can actually call your legislators on the telephone. You can write them letters. They will respond. It may not be the response you want or need…but they will respond. They are people afterall. And not just “at the end of the day.” Most of them are people 24/7 as far as I can tell.
^Pogo – Symphony #69^
That reminds me. At lunchtime today…I addressed the topic of “surveillance” with whatshername since she let slip the other day that she has an app on her phone which she uses, that allows her to track all of these phones and their locations at all times. She was marveling at the convenience of setting up something called a “geo-fence” around certain homes, and she will get a text message any time that one of the phones leave or arrive at that particular location. <le fucking YIKES!!!>
How creepy. đ
Anyway, I mentioned something about government agencies in this country monitoring/reading all emails and phone calls. She got rather angry and said,
“Well…if they have that kind of free time to listen to my phone calls and read my emails…more power to them. I’m gonna start emailing loads weird shit on purpose to create more work for them.”
Great idea.
But I suggested… “Why not start a letter writing campaign instead? Hand-write and mail letters to The CIA/NSA/FBI that simply say “stop reading my emails!” and send those like daily. The irony will not be lost on them.”
She and my daughter laughed.
I had never heard the term “geo-fence” nor did I know that it was possible in the way that she described it.
I looked up “geo-fence” and found something called “geo-fencing.”
I have decided that the cellphone is not going with me.
^Wilkinson – Afterglow live at T in the Park 2014^
Now why would someone get pissed at someone tracking someone on something that is “theirs?” Supposed to be mine anyway. No one calls me on it. I’ve only accessed The Internet on it once. I carry it “for emergency purposes” at her request, because we have children. Sure I know that cellphones can be tracked. How in the fuck do you think it receives calls in the first place? But being able to do something, and actually doing something? Yeah…there’s a difference. Don’t tell me there isn’t a difference, because the entirety of law and laws are based on that premise. In my mind, I should be able to walk to the border of my country, and moonwalk up and down that motherfucker…and as long as I don’t cross that line…we’re good. Not that I can moonwalk or anything. But I digress.
^Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO with Lyrics^
The Synchros have really been spinnin’ over the last few weeks. It feels like my spine is under enough pressure that it’s eventually gonna shoot right out of the top of my head. I guess Kundalini has a tiger by the tail here, and is trying to make it both fun AND funny. I mean, I can understand why. This shit HURTS! And I have a pretty good sense of humor with respect to myself. Especially when I am disrespecting myself. The image of Kundalini yanking on my tailbone so hard, that my body’s knots all unwind in one direction, and wind up in another direction under so much pressure…that when she let’s go of my tailbone? My spine is gonna shoot right out of the top of my head at Mach 200k+…lolz.
My spine is pretty fucked-up. It’s sure baffled the shit out of some doctors. But I’ve learned a lot from their advice, wisdom and expertise. I just hope that I am able to return the favor somehow. Somehow figure out a way to relay what I have learned. I mean yeah…that’s what I’ve been doing in my writing(s). But I get the feeling that very few read what I write…and maybe that’s a good thing. Some scary shit, to be sure. That said, there are those that I have encountered over the past few years that have helped immensely. I hope that I can, and am, returning that favor as well. Nothing like a compete fuckup in the mix, that specializes, and can assist, with shit getting completely out of control. Shit might get kinda…calm…at that point. Allow a little time for reflection. Maybe even some discussion. I dunno tho. I prolly won’t be there.
^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^
I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the shit that is going on inside me. I mean…I can feel it, and I can see some of it, some I can even imagine…but most I can’t actually see…so I just have to trust. Trusting your own gut instincts regarding your guts…whodathunkit?
The feeling in my feet and legs is weird. It comes and goes…but sometimes…it feels like…I dunno…feeling? My skin is coming off by the bucketful, so yeah…I remain skeptical about our epidermis being replaced every 30 days. If I am right about some of this rheumatic types of shit that I am seeing, some of this skin is as old as I am. Nevermind the, what appears to be anyway, leftover adhesive types of goody from bandages that have covered certain large parts of my anatomy here and there over my life.
Is it possible that I am misinterpreting what I am seeing and experiencing? Well sure dummy. Anything is possible. But how many people have to give you weird “WTF??!?!” types of looks before you start wearing long-sleeve shirts and toboggans out in public because of those who have given you double-takes in public previously, due to them seeing…”the storms.” I know they are weird looking. Some are REALLY fucking weird looking. But it has allowed and afforded me some insight into what I believe is how my body really works. I mean yeah…I’m well aware that my particular body has worked it’s ass off over the course of my life. It’s a great little machine of wonder and amazement to me. I cannot believe that I have made it as far as I have. But yeah…I can.
^Captain Beefheart Upon The My O My Old Grey Whistle Test 1974^
I actually question my methods, modes and motives quite a bit.
The deadline is looming for the Easter Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader…
*Thank you, Clicky…*
… And I have still to finish my second story submission…
*No, Clicky, that’s a different sort of submission…*
*No, knot that kind of sub mission either, Clicky… /tuts…Â Could you just… /zips lips… just for a mo?*
…Although I have finished writing the Afterword, an opportunity offered to me by Leggy last weekend. You have no idea the sheer amount of poetry I’ve been trawling through this past week…
*Oh, so much Bryon and Shelley, you wouldn’t believe… /rolls eyes…*
… Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a short break and pen a post, as last night, Leggy brought news that Canadian politicians have made a Motion, a move toward the outright banning any criticism of a single, solitary religion…
…Can’t happen? They wouldn’t possibly enact a punishable law against ‘islamophobia’? The answer was supplied to that question by RedFrank…
*Literally at the gate… /sigh…*
*/smiles… A Ted talk, perfect…*
*Oh Clicky…*
… Must get back to finishing my short story now, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and… Have a Song… đ
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UPDATE – MONDAY 27 MARCH 2017
bode (v.) Old English bodian“proclaim, announce; foretell,” from boda“messenger,” probably from Proto-Germanic *budon- (source also of Old Saxon gibod, German gebot, Old Norse boĂ°), from PIE *bheudh-“be aware, make aware” (source also of Sanskrit bodhati “is awake, is watchful, observes,”buddhah“awakened, enlightened;” Old Church Slavonic bljudo“to observe;” Lithuanian budeti “to be awake;” Old Irish buide“contentment, thanks”). As a shortened form of forebode (usually evil), it dates from 1740. Related: Boded; boding.
According to German media, the stolen coin is the “Big Maple Leaf”, a commemorative piece issued by the Royal Canadian Mint in 2007. The three-centimeter (1.18-inch) thick coin, with a diameter of 53 centimeters (20.9 inches), has a face value of $1 million. By weight alone, however, it would be worth almost $4.5 million at market prices.
The Bode Museum, located on the German capital’s UNESCO-listed Museum Island, houses one of the world’s biggest coin collections. The holding includes 102,000 coins from ancient Greece and about 50,000 Roman coins.
Spokesman Stefen Petersen said thieves apparently entered through a window about 3:30 a.m. Monday, broke into a cabinet where the “Big Maple Leaf” coin was kept, and escaped with it before police arrived.
German police said on Twitter that the robbers likely used a ladder found at a nearby rail track to break into the museum at around 3:30 am. Suburban rail traffic was interrupted as investigators combed the area for clues. The police did not comment on how the thieves managed to cart the extremely heavy “pet rock” out of the museum without being spotted or triggering any alarms.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Let's get these wavy walls out of the way, yeah?
Maybe one more? For the road?
⤠ya!
