Happy Friday, Dear Reader 😀
Hot on the heels of yesterday’s missive, we have another from the Okie Devil of Text US…
*Yeah, and it has some wavy wikiwall pools for you to explore, Clicky…*
It’s Thursday December 3rd of 2020, and…fuck! Can you give me a sec? I promise I’m not ignoring you, just receiving a call, and I really need to take this. Mind if I put you on hold for a sec? Thanks. ❤
X: You’re about to open a can of worms.
Cade: I know.
T: You really think that’s prudent?
Cade: Prudence is a strange topic when you’re in the big middle of a shit-storm.
A: How so?
Cade: It occurs to me that, during extraordinary times, “prudence” would be measured in seconds, or maybe minutes.
X: Not days, weeks, months, years, etc..
Cade: Correct. If you’re in a trench in 1916, each and every thing that you do, whether prudent or imprudent, is gonna vastly affect your continued ability to measure and mark time.
X: Living one second to the next.
Cade: Yes. Do I raise my head up, have a peek, and hope no one puts a bullet in it? Or do I keep my head down and wait for a more opportune time.
0: You ever wonder what “an opportune time” would be in those circumstances?
Cade: Welp, I would think in that situation, one would either have to rely upon one’s own gut feelings as to how best to proceed, or maybe the instincts of a commander who is putting a boot in your butt irrespective of your own internal inclinations.
X: In one set of circumstances you have a choice, and in another, the choice is not yours to make.
Cade: Yes. Just thinking that “prudence” can get lost in situations where the consequences are much more immediate and dire.
Z: Almost opens one’s self to being a scapegoat.
Cade: Or at least a tool or some kind of leverage for another purpose.
X: Care to elaborate?
Cade: Well, just thinking that one could make a thousand “good” decisions…
Z: But it’s the one bad decision that you’ll be remembered for.
Cade: Yes. You’ve been on the line and hugging that berm for ages, peeked over the edge a thousand times, but the one time you look and your brains get dislodged from your cranium?
X: You did a bad thing.
Cade: That’s what I’m thinking. Your “prudence” is suddenly measured by that one event, and not the multiple events that allowed you to arrive there in the first place.
X: And how does this relate to your thoughts on the concept of prayer in the presence of a deity?
Cade: Or deities.
0: We get the point, get on with it already.
Cade: Just occurs to me that “prayer” is an odd concept to entertain when one is in the presence of one or more deities. Seems…oddly self-serving. Fucking hell, I dunno, just a weird thought I’ve danced with for a while.
Z: Can you elaborate a bit? Even I’m lost.
Cade: Let’s say one is given an audience with God and their merry pack of miscreants and hooligans. You’re standing around chatting about the weather and fashion trends, and suddenly, it occurs to you that you have a friend back home who is sick.
X: Your first impulse is to…pray, for that someone?
Cade: Yes. I’m just that dense.
X: Standing in the presence of The Creator & Co., and you have the desire to pray for someone else because you thought of them. Interesting.
T: You think maybe instead of praying, you could…I dunno, ask?
Cade: That’s not as straightforward as it seems.
0: It isn’t?
Cade: Hell no it isn’t. I’m a human being. Being in the presence of all the Universal big-wigs doesn’t mean that I abandon who and what I am. Also doesn’t give me license to clear my own personal wish-list just because I have their ear.
Cade: I was gonna say that.
Cade: That’s…yes…I’m thinking of that.
Cade: But I’m also thinking of the fact that “prayer” in this instance could be construed as me trying to secretly communicate a something to the Almighty, even tho I’m in their presence and the fucker is right in front of me.
0: Wait. Wait, wait, wait…wait just a second here. Prayer, whilst in the presence of God, is secret communication?
Cade: Way to put words into my mouth.
X: I think they are just trying to understand.
Cade: That makes two of us.
B: May I interject?
Cade: By all means.
B: You are saying that, just because “God” can hear your prayers, the others cannot?
Cade: I have no idea if that is the case or not. But I have thought that this may be the case, yes.
B: So you are concerned about having a side-conversation on the sly, with God, whilst you are in the presence of not only God, but also all these other higher-ups.
Cade: Correct. But I also don’t want to sperg and verbalize just because a thought popped into my head, and now might be an opportune time to bring up the subject considering where I am.
B: Because you are in the presence of the gods.
Cade: One would figure at least one of the fuckers might be able to do something about it.
B: And if they don’t?
Cade: That’s the rub isn’t it. Since when is any god or deity or some other ethereal entity mine to command?
X: Sounds like a prudent course.
Cade: When I was younger, sure, “the gods” are my own personal ATM machine from which to dispense funds whenever I demand it.
Z: Do you even have an account at that bank?
Cade: Good fucking question. I have no answer for you tho. Christianity sure seems to think that you have to be a member of the guild before blessings will be dispensed.
0: And if you aren’t a member of the guild?
Cade: Luckily, there are two. You get defaulted into the shit-show, and you have to make a conscious effort to join the winning team.
X: You join a team, simply because they are the winning team?
Cade: That’s what it says in The Book. The game is rigged, the fix is in, the match outcome has already been decided, now it’s just a matter of going through the motions. If you want to be a winner, put your money on the Christians.
0: Sounds as if it is prudent to sign up.
Cade: Here on Earth/Terra, it’s very frowned upon to stack teams, simply because you have the money to do so.
Cade: Yes. The deep pockets can afford the primo players, which means they can tip the scales in their favor in order to better increase their odds of winning the big games.
Z: The house always wins.
Cade: In gambling, yes, but I see what you are saying I think.
0: “The house”, is those big-wigs.
Cade: Rumor is, they created it all, they own it all, they can do whatever in the hell they want with it. But now I’m thinking about the “houses” in Astrology, and I’ve completely lost my train of thought.
T: Maybe you should pray.
Cade: Sounds prudent.
0: Is it prudent to keep writing?
Cade: No idea. I have less than two years to get the fuck outta here, and currently, things look quite glum.
0: No, I meant all the stuff you are about to write below.
Cade: No idea, but I’m gonna do it.
X: You see what you see.
Cade: I wrangle over what to write or not write more than most prolly think.
X: You see.
Cade: I see what I see, and share it. Me actually understanding a something is an exception, not the rule.
X: Big game.
Cade: Sure seems that way. I’m not fond of that particular association tho.
X: Blood, sweat and tears.
Sorry, that call was a bit more lengthy than I expected. You now have my undivided.
^Love and Rockets – Mirror People ’88^
Anyone remember 9/11? Afghanistan? Operation Iraqi Freedom? Guantanamo Bay and all those pictures of “brown people” in orange jumpsuits?
Hey…don’t bitch at me. Its a busy planet. Lots going on.
^Butthole Surfers – “Moving to Florida”^
One of the easier ways to acquire real estate, or at least acquire an interest in certain properties, is gonna be via the/a banking system. If your country does not provide for foreign ownership, no problem…use a foreign funds to purchase said property and utilize intermediaries. You can tie up stuff in all kinds of red tape, and leverage the living shit out of it.
Debt = Power.
Sure there is risk, but the rewards are massive. Question is, how does one “foreclose” on an entire country. Especially if that country has claws.
A: Clause trumps claws.
For some it will anyway. I guess the trick is to position one’s self in a portion of the water column where you remain the apex predator. Sure, there are plenty of much more ferocious creatures in the sea, but they don’t swim in these waters.
^Nategawd, Flo Rida & Lil Jon “Take A Shot And Make A Tik Tok” (Official Video)^
All of this came of a personal sync this morning in learning that someone who I did not know, has died of a heart-attack at the ripe old age of 33. I knew of them, but I did not actually know them. Prolly played a video game with them, and may have even yelled at them a time or two on an Internet forum, but yeah, didn’t really know them.
It appears they may have worked in the mortgage industry, as did I, so we had that in common also. Would also appear that they were from Canada, and Canada has this weird kind of “ground zero” type feeling about it regarding synchromysticism. Dunno if the dude was into this tho, and they may not have been spiritual at all as far as I know.
Personal syncs are typically real easy to work out. They apply to you, and may even be specifically for you, but explaining personal syncs to others?
Dicey. Sketchy. Difficult.
Hardly anyone on this entire planet gives a flying fuck about me, and most people on this planet don’t even know I exist. So with that in mind, how do I, explain a somewhat mystical synchronistic event to a bunch of strangers? How do I explain to them that “HEY! This weird shit just happened, a bunch of tumblers fell into place, and this means something!”
Yeah, I’ve nothing specific, and I’m not gonna assign a bunch of predefined meaning(s) to this/these event(s) just so it will make sense to you, but I’m telling you…this means something.
^deadmau5 – A City In Florida (1080p) II HD^
No idea why I do this. I wrestled with the idea for quite a few years as to whether I should start writing or not. As to why I decided to give it a whirl? Simple…I wanted a return. I wanted some answers. Why is all this weird shit happening, why has it intensified now, and is there anyone out there who is experiencing anything similar? Perhaps if I open up, they will too, and maybe all of us can, together, figure out what in the fucking hell all this nonsense is.
But yeah also, I wanted to help.
Fuck it…if others are being tight-lipped because they are scared shitless, welp I understand that, but as for me, I’m going for it. Maybe someone out there needs to hear what I have to say. Poor bastard(s). If you are needing to hear anything I have to say, you must be in some deep shit, and I empathize.
^Slap Shot – I’ll be staying in Florida^
I am not a paranormal investigator. Certainly not one with any street cred as to a someone who goes out into the field looking for weird and strange shit in order to better understand it. Due to my personal situation, I’m more of a bookworm type. I sit and wait for the weird and strange shit to come to me, irrespective of the form(s) these entities may assume. And let me tell you, some of the shit that somehow worms its way into my tiny 10′ x 13′ cell can be quite diverse.
^This Is What F-22 Engine Startup Sounds Like^
This is not a challenge, nor is it a test. It’s a demonstration. Put “being right” and “being wrong” on the shelf for a moment, and maybe just be an observer/participant with no agenda for the next few minutes. Below is a video for a band called The Knife, and the song is “We Share Our Mother’s Health”.
Phase One: play the video below, but mute the sound. This time through, we are just going to watch the video and see what we see.
Phase Two: Replay the video, unmute the sound, but do not watch the video. Minimize your browser window if you need, just make sure that you do not watch the video. Listen to the video only.
Phase Three: Replay the video, listen to it, and watch it.
^The Knife – We Share Our Mothers Health^
On #HauntedHour last night, the topic/poll was what kind of paranormal experience one would like to have:
D: NOPE! Fuck this shit, I’m out!
I um…I…ay yi yi…
how do I say this without being dishonest?
Um…I do not consider myself a paranormal experiencer. Yes, I can safely say that I’ve experienced a lot of weird shit in my life, but as to whether any of it is supernatural or not? No idea. That said, those experiences involving sound tend to be the most reliable as to being accurately indicative that something is amiss. Not only can you hear sound, many times, you can feel it. Sound is also going to carry much more data as to location, distance, intensity, and you can quickly and accurately form a picture in your mind as to your own position in space proximate to the goings on. If the sound repeats, you can zero on it quickly and accurately. I would think that one of the important things, as an investigator, would be to rely on your own internal sample library as to individual sounds, what they are, what they could be, and why these sounds would exist irrespective of whether a location is “haunted” or not.
^The Tucker Zone (A 3D Sound Experience) (Wear Earphones)^
The physical stuff isn’t likely to change just because a location is haunted. There’s likely to be walls, ceilings, floors, paint, pipes, sink or bathtub/shower fixtures, maybe electrical wiring, electrical outlets, carpet, doors, door hinges, door knobs, windows, glass, stone, wood, metal(s)…
you prolly get the point.
Identify the stuff in your environment, and know the noises they can make. Maybe when first arriving at a new location, wander around banging on shit for a while just so you know how certain things may sound. You are likely in a new environment afterall, and considering the nature of construction and construction materials and how these things can vary, banging on a hotel wall may sound completely different than what it sounds like banging on one of your own walls at home. Same with the springs in a bed, or maybe the water spigot in the bathroom, or that squeaky third drawer in the nightstand.
Now that you’ve acquainted yourself a bit with your new environment, you can better know what certain things may sound like, and you’ll also know whether or not you or someone else with you here in the physical realm is the trigger for a certain sound happening. If the top door hinge on the bathroom door squeaks, its prolly better to know that in advance. Know your environment in order to better interact with it, and to better zero in on and identify stuff that is…out of place.
Phase Four: listen to the below, watch the below, and see if you notice anything different in the video. It’s the same song as above, same band.
^The Knife – We Share Our Mother’s Health (Shaken-Up Version) Live At Terminal 5^
Certain frequencies can cause nausea.
I’ve read stuff about people having disorientation or maybe becoming nauseated when having paranormal types of experiences, and I’m wondering if maybe it could be related to sound(s) being present. These sounds are inaudible, but you sure as shit can feel them/your body detects them. Another thing to consider is that maybe the presence of a visual spectre, with a lack of secondary indications such as sound or touch. This, too, may cause nausea. I know that one of the problems that “virtual reality” has is that the eyes are basically seeing things, but the inner-ear revolts because there’s nothing to substantiate what the eyes are seeing. Just thinking that maybe a visual sighting of a ghost or whatever that has no accompanying secondaries, that maybe any resulting nausea is the secondary indicator/ is indicative that a very real something has indeed been seen.
All kinds of weird shit going on all the time, but we appear to have some filters in place that more or less blind us to some of the intricacies of the Universe. Having the blinders removed is…
^Klaxons – Gravity’s Rainbow^
A final thought would be that, I assume anyway, that paranormal type stuff is gonna be busting some veils. Or at least maybe making them wobble a bit. And what happens when you wobble a piece of film or a membrane or a diaphragm or whatever?
Sometimes, horns and trumpets happen. Perhaps not always Armageddon, but certainly something noisy.
Moving air...vibrating membranes.
^Klaxons; What makes them sound like that?^
I'd never heard that sound until a coupla years ago.
You know how I know if I’m depressed? If all I want to do is sleep, I’m depressed. I fucking hate sleep. Way too full of piss and vinegar to waste time on sleeping. I wanna be on the go, moving, doing something. Past coupla months tho? Sleep.
Sleep sleep sleep.
It’s all I wanna do. No idea why I’m depressed, but I am.
Catching up on some sleep tho.
^Soulwax – Gravity’s Rainbow^
Air is gonna be a buffer between life and earth.
Water is gonna be more of a negotiator between life and earth.
Fire too will be a negotiator of sorts, but between life and air.
Buffer. Repel. Repel and/or attract.
You’ll need to contextualize with an anecdotal something in order to relate.
A bath. A swim. A flood.
A fire. A fireplace. On fire.
A breath. A breeze. A gale.
A flower. A potato. Quicksand.
^Love and Rockets – Ball Of Confusion^
I’m guessing that the polyethelene glycol is added to allow the vaccine to be frozen while still preventing it from freezing. Maybe, as an added bonus, it’ll give you a case of the shits, post-vaccination.
I’ve already got enough autoimmune issues and allergies, and my DNA is almost assuredly a trainwreck. Do I really need to be even more fucked up than I already am?
Q: Can someone who is really messed up and requires all kinds of special considerations just to survive, really be considered “alive”?
Some conspiratorial fodder for you dystopian types to chew on.
Because I cannot participate in a majority of the activities available to humans on this planet, I am…dead. Maybe not dead, but certainly not alive.
Incapable of participating in and contributing to the whole in such a way as to justify my continued existence. A burden. A drain. A waste of space that could be better occupied by a productive someone who isn’t me. Seeing as how I’m not alive, it’s kinda open season on me and my ilk, and there are no consequences. Can’t kill/murder something that isn’t alive.
Hrm…now why does this type of thinking ring a bell?
^Devo | Beautiful World | Official Video^
^Vance Joy – Riptide @Live Lollapalooza Brasil 2017^
*/squints… Clausewitz trumps clause?*
*I know ‘vaccine’ comes from ‘cow’, Clicky… /yawns… I fink I’ll go have a snooze..*
Enjoy your we kenned, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
Breaking news, Dear Reader! Leg Iron Books will be publishing a volume of my Underdog Anthology short stories. On November 15th…
… 18 tales in total. Who knew I had that many in me…
*Nah, me either, Clicky… /pats snout… I bloody well hope I’ve got some more…*
… I’ll let you see the cover artwork when it’s ready, Dear Reader 😀
But enough of that; now we have a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon with his thoughts and reflection from the past week. It’s been very exciting and turbulent in ‘Merica…
*Seriously, Clicky, that only works if you can imagine Donald Trump as Sandy…*
Many things exist to disarm us.
A nice smile.
A kind word.
A good deed.
Perhaps a miscue, a misstep, or some display of ignorance or innocence.
Maybe even a defect or disability.
An offering of some kind…to keep one…from conflicting with another.
An offering of some kind…to keep one…from taking advantage of another.
Establish a decorum or a level of respect.
We are powerful beings after all. We aren’t always aware of just how powerful we are or how powerful we can be. As a result, sometimes, we are not the best at exercising restraint. It is at these precise times, when Nature steps in.
Disarms us…gives us pause…allows us a brief interlude to reflect and maybe rethink.
Sometimes…She appears to, Herself, exercise restraint. Allows us and our own hubris to march ourselves directly into peril.
Wait…Steve Bannon was involved with Biosphere 2?
Bear with me. I just watched two documentaries, both kinda far out and seemingly on two completely different topics, but I really didn’t see a scrap of difference between them. Two flicks about people learning how to act, presumably in order to manipulate others in order to get what they want from them. However at 1:40:17 into the second documentary, there was a name mentioned that I absolutely did not expect to hear with respect to a movie about 1960’s Hippies taking their green ideas corporate.
I guess it was kinda weird to hear that name, because only recently I learned that Bannon is supposedly big on Strauss–Howe generational theory. First he’s running the right-wing rag Breitbart, then he supposedly is kingmaking with Trump 2016, Cambridge Analytica/Brexit, and now it turns out he was mixed up with Ed Bass and Biosphere 2? This dude has his fingers in everything. This revelation prolly wouldn’t be so weird if that NXIVM cat hadn’t been sentenced just the other day.
One of the connections here is that the people involved with Biosphere 2 were/are labeled as cultists. They are/were outside of the mainstream scientific community, had their own thing going, and as a result they were outcast. But these Biosphere folk were members of at least four other very popular and well-known cults, but no one likes to talk about these cults as being…cults.
The Cult of Advertising
The Cult of Voyeurism
The Cult of Acting
The Cult of Capitalism
They’re also members of The Cult of Humanity, but we’ll let that one go since we are focusing on Bannon and how he eventually came to run that whole Biosphere circus.
Q: What was found during the course of this Biosphere 2 project which inspired Ed Bass to change direction so quickly?
A: Media/Marketing is my guess.
Yeah sure, this project probably taught us a lot about the challenges that long-duration space exploration missions will eventually face. It is highly possible that Bass found something that was both patentable and licensable, wanted to keep it/them a secret in order to secure his intellectual property/properties, and so Bass brought in a pit bull to guard it.
But considering what a media circus that Biosphere 2 project was, and considering the number of outside parties that were brought in to consult on the project, I’d think that media utilization, media manipulation and how to influence and/or drive public opinion(s) was the real motherlode. Especially as it relates to really far-out and obscure topics. How to force the old ideas out, and bring in something new.
Do you ever act? Put on a face? Act contrary to how you actually feel? Any ideas as to why you may do this?
Hail Satan? = Full of actors and acting
Spaceship Earth = Full of actors and acting
‘Tis rough showing the soft underbelly of self. Might be some vicious ass-hat out there just waiting for you to drop your guard, and BOOM!
Scarred for life
You shoulda known better. You did know better. But for the briefest of moments, you believed.
Oh, and whilst we are on the topic of cults and cultists…John Lamb Lash had a damn weird “talk” released yesterday. Seemed to be on the topic of institutionalized sex education, but the talk seemed to be less about Elohim giving classroom type instruction, and focused more on the practical demonstration/demonstrable side(s) of “sex education”.
OJT, if you will
What made this talk even more bizarre, was that it seemed to focus on the ancient sexual education(s) of…teenagers. Teenagers? Did ancient peoples even have such a distinction of “teenagers”? I’ve always been under the impression that, in ye olden tymes, humans went straight from childhood to adulthood, and no such middle ground (teens) existed. Made me raise an eyebrow as to potential faults in modern trappings being associated with ancient modalities.
Also made me think…wait, there are metric fucktons of 30+ years old people, in this world here and now, who know fuckall about sex, and prolly know even less about intimacy. Or at least, that’s what we’re told. We’re told that this modern world we live in is full of sexual inadequacy, we’re told that sexual dissatisfaction is one of the primary reasons that relationships fail, and yet mysteriously there’s no shortage of sexual accessories, add-ons, training programs, and sexual information available to supposedly help remedy this dilemma. Not to mention that we are also told that we live in a time of rampant sexual deviancy, sexual depravity, and basically complete and total sexual lawlessness. In social media, pedophile rings, human trafficking and sexual slavery are all the rage.
Something doesn't add up here
You’ve got a “Gnostic Teacher”, who is giving a bunch of “introductory talks” about I guess both Gnosticism, his own personal school, the flavor of Gnosticism that he personally teaches, one of these talks he devotes to the subject of “sex”, and he goes straight for the youth? I guess he’s using the standard modern marketing model(s) or something. Hitting the youth market first since that’s the real cash-cow. But I can’t see a bunch of teenagers lining up to learn about Gnosticism. Not even twenty-somethings. I have trouble imagining that even thirty-somethings would have any interest in Gnosticism.
Is he about to suggest that Gnosticism has the answers to all of these sexual questions that we modern people have?
In a way, it’s kinda refreshing to think that someone would think about addressing the topic of sexuality within some religious framework where the topic wasn’t simply “Sex: Don’t Have It Until You Are Married!” /lesson over”. But “teens”? Why is “teens” even a demographic within this particular Gnostic framework? Only thing that I can come up with is that this has to do more with pornography than anything. Maybe advertising too.
It’s been my experience that, anyone who is talking about mystical power and mystical powers, and proclaiming these powers exist?
Maybe closet skeptics, but they’re skeptics. They’re more likely to be attempting to disprove them more than prove them. Poking at the ethereal planes to see if they are indeed real. Not knowing what to expect, and not exactly sure how they’ll handle the experience if this mystical something turns out to be much more tangible than they previously thought. This is prolly why stories surrounding things like the Philosopher’s Stone, Pandora’s Box, Midas Touch, etc., are typically cautionary tales. Someone is skeptical about some power, they tempt fate, find out the power is real, everything goes to hell from there.
But yeah, most individuals have to actually be burned by the mystical fire(s) before they are going to believe. We humans are both skeptical and at the same time very tactile/curious/exploratory creatures, which, when you think about it, is an odd combination of traits to coexist in the same space. But sometimes maybe some can just accept that, irrespective of whether these powers exist or not, they are not yours to wield, they never will be, and just deal with that/those fact(s) and go about your life.
Word To The Wise: This is sometimes precisely when life will hit you with a twist.
This world is not about finding things that disarm us.
We don’t see the things meant to disarm us as being disarming.
We look for weakness in order to take advantage of it.
We look for difference in order to exploit it.
Diversity, is a revenue stream.
I’ve no idea how things were.
I only know how things are.
Relying in totality on some singular ancient something to guide me in the here and now?
Welp, why in the fuck would I want to do that?
If I need some ancient something to guide me, I got this planet right here, under my feet.
Supposedly, it’s pretty fucking ancient.
The stuff that our planet is made of?
Supposedly, it’s even more ancient.
But I ain’t that fucking lost.
And if I’m looking for anything, “truth” sure as shit ain’t it.
“Truth”, ain't even on the fucking list
When you align yourself to one side or another, everything becomes fringe.
Everything else anyway
Where you stand is not fringe at all.
To you anyway
To all those in the fringes tho?
Yeah...you, are fringe
It’s beaten into us “to do something”. Someone out there, wants to hurt us, and something must be done about it.
Q: Why must I do anything?
A: ? !!!!!!! ?
If for some reason, someone has it in their mind to cave my skull in, fuck it…let em’. Was I put here on this Earth for the sole purpose of fighting against this someone? I don’t think so. Sounds more like their plan than my own. They need an enemy, and they found one in me. Do I play along? Or is it OK with you fuckers if I come up with my own plan(s)? Carry on with my own life? Either way you slice it, your logic in conflict management equates to the same damn thing…I, irrespective of outcome, am their personal plaything. They, get to dictate my behavior, and not me.
Wanna know how to tell if someone in a YouTube video is full of shit? Just watch their mannerisms. If they are talking about some ancient something, and they are overly expressive in verbal accentuation of certain things? Using a lot of hand motion? Many changes in facial expressions and/or little to no change in facial expressions? Lots of crazy graphics changes that do not necessarily follow the text of the video? Lots of carrots and rabbit holes/loads of questions with no answers? Yeah…some or all of these likely point to the video being bullshit. Not necessarily wrong, or maybe not even inaccurate, but still bullshit. Maybe someone rehashing some old something without adding anything new, and doing so for the purposes of making a few bucks. Lot of that going on currently, and not just and only on YouTube.
Nothing wrong with people finding their own voice. Honing their craft. Even the oldest of stuff and most known of things is new, mysterious and completely unknown to someone. Trouble is, many forget how to fall. Forget how to stumble. Forget how to be lost. Forget how to cope with, accept, and overcome errors, adversities, setbacks. Forget how to take a punch or absorb a blow. You spend all that time being a complete fuckup, you succeed only at failure, you pick yourself up and keep at it, and yet when you actually find success (or what you consider to be success) the slightest of hiccups or deviations leaves you blank-faced and clueless. Sends you right over the edge. You have polished yourself to such a degree, that even you have begun to believe your own image is…you.
Q: How is this even possible?
How, does one, lose their ability to cope? Especially when one has accrued such an impressive resume of failure(s). Maybe as time passes, we let all that old an less than complementary shit conveniently fall off the page.
We’ve moved on.
We’re amongst the learned, knowledgeable and wise.
Part of the elite.
A member of the club.
Just remembered it’s election day in the USA today.
03 November 2020 AD
Maybe that’s another reason I was kinda jarred upon hearing Bannon’s name this morning. Still debating on whether or not I’m gonna vote. I know who I’d vote for, and I also know why. But…wait…um, I just remembered something.
Steer into the skid
Or sometimes, the best course of action is to just let go of the wheel. Yeah, I won’t be voting today.
I wonder who won?
Tis now Saturday November 7th, and still, “the press” is offering up “projections” as to who won. Why in the FUCK are people still relying upon “the press” and their projections 4 days in? Wait for the FEC to publish the election results, then you’ll know for sure without having to rely upon very biased third-parties who keep stringing you along so they can keep you viewing and clicking because their advertising bubbles are limp. What’s that? You really don’t think that MSM has been chomping at the bit for months in order to get a cash infusion from election coverage? Obviously, you’ve not been following this nCoV-2019 thing very closely. Or maybe its that you’ve been following it too closely?
We supposedly want all these neato gizmos and gadgets to speed the process(es) along, and yet we damn the living shit out of them when they don’t behave in a manner that is pleasing to us. Something must be wrong.
Dunno about you, but to me, an absence of irregularities, a lack of of inconsistencies, and a non-existence of errors is a sure-fire sign that something very underhanded is almost assuredly taking place. And I’m not talking about any built-in integrity testing types of stuff. I’m talking authentic stuff. Stuff that is there, but covered up in order to maintain appearances. Project an illusion that everything is okay, even tho things are most certainly not okay. Opens up all kinds of doors to manipulate the system in virtually any way that suits you.
Q: Are you really ready for “faultless”?
A: ??? wait wut ¿¿¿
You’re gonna need to do some soul searching before you are going to be able to accept “faultless” as an actual thing. Evaluate your doubt, evaluate your trust, evaluate your honesty, evaluate your own polarity and your own concepts of right/wrong. Are you diverse enough to do that?
Might wanna find out
Revelations are sweet
English, as a language, has never made sense to me. Last night, a certain college professor named Wes Cecil, opened my eyes a bit.
Latin = Verbs
It was that fucking simple.
Latin = Verbs
Everything is “do”. Or I guess “done”. Either way, Latin is very verby.
Yes, I realize that English is not just and only Latin. But 80-fucking-percent of it is. I guess the rest is a hodgepodge of Greek and loanwords, and they’re all crammed into this “do” type language.
Fuckin’ hell…ENGLISH IS SHIT!!!
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
English is actually great. Allows for a great deal of expression. Has a plenty of roadblocks tho’. Sometimes, just ain’t no way to express, in text, what one is feeling. Either the word(s) don’t exist, or the structure of the language does not allow a certain thought or feeling to be communicated accurately to others. One can only surmise that this is likely why e-shorthand or “leetspeak” or similar has become so popular.
Maybe even memes
They convey feeling(s) that can likely be understood by others. From a grammatical standpoint there’s no real “substance” to the communication, and yet, one can express themselves, and more importantly, others can relate. Others can understand. Others may not be able to get an exact fix on where one is coming from, but they do have a pretty good idea as to the general location.
All that said, when Wes mentioned in his talk about Latin being “verb-heavy”, a light went on in my head. Everything, in English, and I mean EVERYTHING, has to be associated with some sort of doing. An action. And this doing is either right now, in the immediate future, or already done.
It is done.
It is finished.
No fucking wonder we’re having so much difficulty understanding quantum mechanics, chaos theory, string theory, etc.. Even religion(s), spiritual matters Not only is there’s no fucking language to describe these “higher level things”, there’s no language to relate to them. No language to relate them to. There’s high, and low, and no fucking middle. It’s like Inferno and Paradiso, with no Purgatory. Not to switch gears too quickly here, but something big has to be happening in that middle. It’s completely absent. “The Middle”, is gone. That can only mean one thing…it has gotten so massive, that no one can see it.
Hiding in plain sight
Someone mentioned “Loudon County” to me on election night. It’s a county in northern Virginia. Was weird because the person who mentioned it to me could not have possibly known that I used to live in Loudon County VA. Earlier this morning, “Loudun” appeared on my radar (not to be confused with “Loudon”).
Just now, a song appeared in my playlist. Never heard this song in my life, sounds pretty good, so I switched over windows to see who the hell this was. What immediately caught my eye, was the artist’s last name. Usually, I just listen to music, don’t watch the videos. But this video? I gave it watch.
Lone digger. Lone explorer.
Not Loudon County, but Herndon is right there by Loudon. When I worked at Dulles, I used to go into Herndon VA and Reston VA to get food. There was a fucking awesome deli in Reston that made incredible subs. I can only wonder if the deli are still there.
Wait…Herndon’s largest employer is…Fannie Mae?
…why did they give a shit about him in the first place? I’m somewhat skeptical of those who are interested in me only because of what I can give them. That said, the media wanted sustenance, and for the better part of five/six years now, Trump & Co seems to have fed them. A never ending Las Vegas style all-you-care-to-eat buffet.
Or, erm, Atlantic City style
Just wondering if they realize they killed their meal ticket. The media must be planning on going on a diet or making some other kind(s) of lifestyle changes.
Some people repeat themselves a lot. When they are not repeating themselves, they will resort to repeating themselves…a lot. Then they’ll move on to repeating themselves…a lot. As time passes, they will begin to repeat themselves…a lot. When repeating one’s self no longer serves, it’s time to repeat yourself…a lot.
All that said, and all that said, I guess, I guess anyway, that the point, and I mean the main point, of the video below, the one to follow this text here, is that the greater good, or maybe the greatest good, or yeah just the greater good and not the greatest good, is better served, or better served, or best better served, by…wait, what the fuck are they even talking about in this video?
*Glad you agree, Clicky. Now, put the sandwich down and go get us a song to end on…*