Category: Selfie Sounds Like Sophie

Missive From ‘Merica: Stuck On A Title. O RLY? Maybe…

Hello, Dear Reader 😀

Today we have a brand new missive from Okie Text US Devil for you…

*Hey, Clicky… /lights up… I see you’re keeping the Halloween theme going? …/drags…*

*/plumes smoke… Okay, that’s fine but we’ve got a new missive from Cade to format now, so…* 

*Exactly…*

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You are dumb…and I can prove it.

Wait…no…that’s not right. I fucked up…lemme start over.

You are dumb…and you can prove it.

NOW you are dumb and I can prove it.

Thanks for the assistance.

Ta!
^TV On The Radio – Golden Age (Official Video)^
Hrm...

Interesting to think about the reach one may have beyond their cage(s). Who…or…what, provides the means, which allows the animals to become unrestrained.

Or, less restrained.

And no, I’m not gonna explain what I mean.

Not now anyway.

^Replicants – Destination Unknown (Music Video)^

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How’s that look?

OK?

Able to follow?

OK then. Excellent.

Let’s keep going, eh?

^bine☃ – FUELED BY RAINWATER^

The tools that become available due to certain circumstances arising. A cascade of cause and effect type events which are channeled into a particular eventuality.

EX A: If you are a cop/police officer/peace officer/whatever, and you get a citation or award of some kind, you can likely utilize/leverage that citation or award to your benefit for the remainder of your law enforcement career. A tool. A tool, for opening doors, previously closed to you.

EX B: If you are an employee of a company, and you work your way up the ladder, you can likely leverage both your ascendant tendencies and your position(s) in the hierarchy to better open doors previously closed to you. Never sick, great attendance, always on time, will choose work over family or social life, always trying to better yourself for the benefit of the company, not afraid of making enemies, indifferent to the woes of others, don’t care what others think of you…you’re going places and you know it because you’re proactively working to make things happen.

The metrics in that tweet above…only one of those books are familiar to me, and pretty sure it has at least something to do with the topic of “generational theory” (Behold A Pale Horse). Prolly why the tweet caught my eye in the first place. Generational theory has been appearing on my radar a lot recently, culminating in learning that this Bannon cat who is a wig at Breitbart is purported to be a frothy-mouthed lunatic on the subject.

Me? I know little to nothing about generational theory. I know it’s loaded with archetypes that label people and put them in categories, and it does the same with “turnings” as to what certain generations will do and why. It appears to be very cyclical, has a very Circadian Rhythm, Schumann Resonance, nature’s seasons type of vibe to it, a “time to every purpose under heaven” vibe to it, but it also has a long con/short con and “the old tricks are the best tricks” kind of vibe to it too. Overall, I can see its appeal. Has a “great plan” or even “greater good” kind of tone. Shows some big tumblers turning that were previously more or less invisible. Removes some veils. Provides some insight for those who choose to look.

^Ken Andrews – Perfect Days^

Let’s get back to those metrics in the tweet above, and think about vectors which point to certain spaces in space. But in order to find this space in space, let’s take a detour which may provide us with a bit of clarity as to our destination.

Cult Of Domesticity

Our basis for discussing anything at this point, is channeling a someone or a something towards a particular eventuality. This is likely to be a “master/servant” type of exercise where one desires to assert dominance over another. In the tweet, someone reads a few books, certain nosy fuckers are out there snooping as to who is reading what, and when some critical mass is reached on both sides, an action will result.

Let’s us plumb the depths further as to what the tweet suggests will help one to attain this critical mass.

Milton William Cooper-Behold A Pale Horse

G. Edward Griffin-The Creature From Jekyll Island

Michael Ruppert

Patriots (Novel Series)

I think she or whoever made that image may have got that fourth book title a bit wrong. No biggie tho. I found the book referenced.

^The Amps – Pacer^

Fuck. I was wrong about Behold A Pale Horse being somehow connected with generational theory. Another detour is required in order to find out how in the hell I fucked that up. How I misassociated that particular book with that particular theory. Emphasis on the word “how”.

Strauss–Howe Generational Theory

Mirage Men

I’m thinking that’s as far as I need go to solve this particular mystery.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^Jackal & Hyde – Bad Robot (Dominance Electricity) 2016^

Those who have been on the victim end of…erm…”certain deviations”, are unlikely to be inclined to play seduction games. They’re likely to be interested in the dynamics of relationships, sure. Especially the “text book” types of relationships: birds and bees; boy meets girl; go to school, get a job, get married, have kids, etc.. But seduction games?

Nah.

Short games are gonna be long-odds because they’ve previously been stung, and maybe even been stung more than once. Prolly gonna have to go long-con on that number.

^Inhale – Safe Me^

You know those birdie things that sometimes fly around in the sky?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know those fishy things that sometimes swim around in the sea?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know those animaly things that sometimes migrate around on the ground?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

You know that compass thing that points North?

You do?

Great, let’s keep going.

Welp, lemme see if I can muster a ray of sunshine for you fucks wandering around in the haze of your obsession with brainwashing. First, it is very unlikely that you are being brainwashed. You are more likely to be subjected to braindumping. They ain’t trying to clean your shit up because they’re too busy burying you in a glut of shit for you to try and sort. You’re drowning in it. “They” only need throw you bones, and you sort it of your own volition because you think it actually means something. When the shit don’t add up, you even think that means something. “There must be more.” And you likely self-deprecate, they ain’t gonna disagree with you, and now suddenly, you, just weren’t good enough, because they did not accept you.

Q: You ever tried accepting yourself?

A: How 'bout you give that a whirl.

Yeah, I know, it’s tough. There’s all these rules out there…all these expectations. We have to rely completely and totally on other human beings in order to find our place in the herd. There’s no other help available to us…just other humans.

So sad.

If only there were something, somewhere, that wasn’t humans or a something that is not even “human”. A something out there which gave me some direction. Gave me some bearings as to how I can find my own feet, and place my own feet on my own path. But alas…there is nothing.

So sad.
^Scott Pilgrim VS. The World Soundtrack – 06 I’m So Sad, So Very, Very Sad^

Speaking of utilizing what is right under your own fucking feet and using what is dangling over the top of that thick skull of yours in order better get your bearings, better keep your bearings, and better find your way…

Saw that tweet the other day and thought “yeah, I get ya, astrology is a cryptic crock of shit”…woah! Wait a fucking minute here!!! No…no, no, that’s…all fucking wrong. Wrong, wrong, and motherfucking WRONG!

Irrespective…

of your astrological sign…

the stars…

and planets…

will not…

affect your life…

in any way.

Holy hell…that couldn’t be more wrong, I thought to myself as I munched in an ever slowing pace on the most recent bite of my salad.

I put down my cellphone, which coincidentally contains many rare-earth elements, placed my metal fork into the ceramic salad bowl, swallowed the now masticated mess of salad I had been chewing, leaned back in my metal chair lined with a polyfiber and foam seat cushion, and looked up at the sun shining through a hole in the broken clouds hovering in the blue of the early afternoon sky. It wasn’t often that I treated myself to an outdoor lunch. And it occurred to me the strangeness in that of all days, today was the day I would bumble across a tweet where such clarity could be attained via a perfect set of circumstances.

Here I sat, on the surface of a planet, outside in the sun, which is a star, munching on a salad, which comes from this planet and is encouraged to do so and nurtured by the sun, and along comes this tweet implying that stars and planets have no effect, whatsoever, on my life. I leaned forward in my chair, folding my midriff somewhat in half whilst clasping my hands together and somewhat bowed my head just above the salad bowl resting on the table. My posture may have given an indication of prayer, but that’s not what was happening here. It didn’t feel that way to me anyway.

Confusion.

Confusion raced through my mind at the absolute clarity of seeing the ridiculousness of astrology…smashed, by the absurdity of truth. Or at least, a truth. This is not prayer although my body feels as if it is at prayer. Am I praying a confused prayer? Am I confused about how to pray a confused prayer? A “God? What in the bloody hell are you up to?” kind of prayer? No…it doesn’t feel like that. Not even a little.

Suddenly, my lips, almost involuntarily mumble a something…”The person who posted that…what, in the fuck, are they thinking?” My ears hearing my own voice somewhat snaps me out of my contemplative trance. “Are they thinking at all?”

^Throwing Muses – Not Too Soon (Official Video)^

BTW, most of that didn’t happen. Just taking a little artistic license with what actually did happen. In truth, I read the tweet, and simultaneously had two thoughts.

ONE: I can relate dude. Astrology, and certainly in its institutionalized form, is confusing as FUCK. Its linear. ‘Cept more like a blender that unchops things instead of chopping them. An assembly line where abstract bits and pieces of nonsense go in one end, and a completely assembled and operational something comes out the other, and only those who built the factory know how any of it works are capable of understanding the factory’s intricacies.

TWO: Dude, this chart is clever, funny, and completely fucking wrong. We live on a goddamn planet which is next to a star, and we are completely and totally dependent on both stars and planets for anything and everything that happens in our life. And if it weren’t for distant stars (and planets) virtually anything and everything that humans have developed would be a virtual impossibility. Or at least, extremely difficult and certainly much different than we do things now.

So yeah, knowing what you now know, which version do you prefer? Does it even matter? I told both versions, both are the same tale, same message, same events, same person/people, same truth(s).

^Pixies – Dig For Fire & Allison (Official Video)^

Two short ones in a row.

Whatever is this world coming to?

^Belly – Feed the Tree (Official Video)^

cYa | cFa

^New Order – True Faith (1987) (Official Music Video) [HD REMASTERED]^

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*Revelations galore, Clicky. Go get us a suitable Song to end with…*

We hope you’ve had a swell time reading Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. I’ll return on Saturday, to post my Underdog Anthology XII story, ‘What Time Do You Finish?’. Until then, have a Song 😀

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Missive From ‘Merica: We Kenned Whatever…

*Ha! /claps hands… This month has been sumfin of an orange syncfest, Clicky… /winks…*

I have been giving Strauss & Howe’s The Fourth Turning a great deal of thought recently, Dear Reader. If the current Fourth and Winter Turning started in 2007, and will probably conclude circa 2027, then why can’t those 20 years also be considered as one complete cycle?

Four periods of 5 years, representing Spring (2007 – 2012), Summer (2012 – 2017), Autumn/Fall (2017 – 2022) and Winter (2022 – 2027). That would put the current year, 2020, slap bang in the middle of the unraveling period of this mini-cycle:

‘These were all periods of cynicism and bad manners, when civic authority felt weak, social disorder felt pervasive, and the culture felt exhausted.’

*Thank you for unraveling those tweets, Clicky…*

*/lights up and smokes… My, my, it’s all going Pete Tong for the Democrats…*

*True. The Dez Rez Prez is sumfin of an rake… /chortles…*

… I’ll expand on my thinking in a separate post, Dear Reader, because a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon has newly arrived at the LoL for our delight, and I want to get straight to it. Enjoy! ❤

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Models.
Everything seems to be based upon them.
Some perfect something, made even more perfect 
by the modeling process(es).
Sometimes the modeling processes 
themselves get a little...wonky.
The modeling processes themselves undergo 
some modeling and become iterative until 
some new standard is achieved.

Reevaluate. Remodel. Reinvigorate. Renew.
Unpack and repackage the packaging in new packaging.
Re-mystify.
Sell ideas.
Some ideas and their models are more radical than others.
Some ideas and their resulting models may be downright strange.
^Schumann Resonance – Fight of the Woo’s^

All this modeling as of late and the resulting “plans” seem to be predicated mostly upon worst-case scenarios. In all honesty, that might be fine if there was an intermediate step between the modeling and the planning which involved a dash of common sense and maybe a dollop of practicality to formulate the actual plan(s). There appears to be some disconnect that, at least I, cannot fully comprehend.

To relate what I mean, we are living on a planet that is said to be 4.5 billion years old, it is said to have supported life of some form or another for at least 3.8 billion of those years, and we humans appear to have been around for at least 100,000 years or so (and likely much longer). So why is it that, according to the models, everyone is now suddenly about to die? On the flip side of the equation, you’ve got others who contend that all of the efforts to stem this nCoV-2019 virus thingie, are in fact, a covert operation/conspiracy of and by rich people, powerful people, corporations and government to kill everyone that isn’t them or part of their group(s).

It occurs to me that both sides are hell-bent on selling the idea that everyone is about to die. Not only that, but the idea that “everyone is going to die” is predicated upon a qualifier…”unless something is done about it.” As to exactly what “it” is? Welp, irrespective of which perspective you choose to view this situation from, all of the models appear to be very virus-like.

Infect, sicken, weaken, and perhaps even kill.

Hell, from where I sit, watching everyone else, this nCoV-2019 is at some point just gonna shrug and give up. All these humans are already trying to kill eachother, so why fucking bother infecting people at all?

Too much work.
^Lykke Li – Knocked Up (Kings of Leon cover)^

Much of this morning’s thoughts about modeling are based upon a recent tweet I saw.

An insult. An insult, projected from a perceived position of power, and projected upon “the little people.” I got to thinking tho…”wait, according to some models, ‘the entirety of consciousness’ was much smaller than pea sized at some point.” There’s a scalar disconnect happening here somewhere, and it’s happening for the purposes of lobbing an insult at those behaving in a way that appears to be upsetting to a lone someone, who appears to feel others should behaving in a way that is pleasing to this elevated someone. So, I asked…

The response that I got?

Sounds almost like something a Christian might retort with when questioned about a particular belief. Some dogmatic something in the script to deflect attention from the individual and point to the knowingness of how “truth” exists in this particular model.

I guess in this case, “consciousness” is always small for those who operate outside of the ascended realms. Those who have not yet begun to operate within this extra-dimensional truth are dragging those attempting to ascend, down, and remedied by insulting their intelligence.

Great plan.

Nevermind that it just creates more conflict, which creates more karma, which means you are extending your own ascension timeline/path, which means that you yourself are actually making things worse/more difficult for yourself. I was under the impression that 5D and ascension and spiritual awakening or whatever was all love, light, flowers, rainbows and starshine.

 Guess I was wrong.

It appears to be the same old shit. Same old paradigm. Those who perceive themselves as bigger and/or stronger picking on those who are smaller and/or weaker, and doing so for their own benefit(s) rather than for the benefit of others. Certainly not benefiting the whole. Or “the oneness” or whatever.

Digress.

What I was really thinking about when reading that original tweet (other than the insulting bits) was the concept of singularities. Particularly that one that, at some point, was infinitely small. Everything that had come before, and everything that was, and everything that ever would be, was crammed into a single space, which means that all of consciousness was crammed into that same space.

Now, I dunno about you, but the first thing that I think of when I think of “infinitely small” is something that is WAY fucking smaller than “pea-sized”. I can sit here right now and think of energies, atoms and sub-atomic particles, which are ridiculously small in comparison to “pea-sized”, but even in thinking of these tiny particles, that doesn’t even begin to come close to how small I can envision “infinitely small” to be. Keep in mind that in this context, we are talking about a container which contains all consciousness. Not some consciousness, not part consciousness, not your gigantic consciousness compared to my tiny and insignificant consciousness…all consciousness.

Q: If you were told by a someone that your soul was “pea-sized”, what would that say to you about your individual soul?

A: ???¿???

Let me guess…it would say to you that you have a worthless and contextually insignificant soul. That the individual who told you this was being insulting. Was being degrading. Was belittling you.

Q: You know what someone telling me that my soul was “pea-sized” would say to me?

A: FUCK YES!!! I HAVE A SOUL!!! THE SOUL DOES INDEED EXIST, AND I HAVE FUCKING HAVE ONE!!! w00t w00t!!!

The “size” is irrelevant. What is relevant, is that I have one. I just need to care for it. Maybe even assist others in caring for theirs (when and if needed/asked, of course).

❤

^Windy Wagner – You don’t have to worry^

In order to understand, one must first subscribe. Only then can one understand.

Hrm.

This model.

Bells.

This model is ringing some bells.

Adopt, adapt, conform, comply, comprehend, ascend.

VOILA!!! Enlightenment.

You’re in the club.

^Adam F – Circles (Album Edit)^

The indoctrination process very much parallels “the four C’s” in aviation when a pilot finds themselves in trouble.

Climb. Communicate. Confess. Comply.

1. CLIMB – we’re about to reach out blindly to anyone who will respond, so we need to get as high as we can, so that our radios can make the widest possible broadcast to the most amount of listening ears possible.

2. COMMUNICATE – we’re gonna broadcast a plea for help, and we’re gonna talk to the very first individual who responds to our call for assistance. We don’t care who they are. Fortunately for us, the only ones who are likely to respond are going to be those who are most likely to be in a position to actually provide us with the assistance we need.

3. CONFESS – honesty is key here. You’re gonna have to tell it all, good and bad, and hold nothing back. Whomever you are communicating with doesn’t know you from Adam, and they need to form a clear picture of you and your situation, and fast, otherwise they may not be able to assist in getting you out of the pickle you find yourself in.

4. COMPLY – listen to what they are telling you to do. Trust them, and obey. You’re likely a frazzled mess, so let them do some thinking for you in order to take the load off. Maybe even make some decisions for you (just keep in mind that you are still the pilot in command, it’s your ass on the line, and even tho you are in deep shit and in need of help, you are ultimately responsible for whatever actions you take and their outcome).

Ordering is a bit different from “the spiritual stuff” perhaps, but the result is the same.

Salvation.
^DARE [Soulwax Remix] — Gorillaz^

Singularities do appear to actually exist. We don’t appear to understand them very well, but they do seem to exist. Once you start looking for them, and once you start finding them, you suddenly start to see them everyfuckingwhere.

To me, that kind of diversity existing, en masse, right under our noses, and the only way to “see” these singularities and their diversity is by actually taking the time to look? Dunno about you, but to me, that says something about this Universe we live in.

^Christian Hornbostel – Out Of The Matrix (Original Mix) [KLING KLONG]^

Please don’t feel cheated at the “size” of this “missive”.

It’s precisely the size that it should be.

The synchros are still spinning.

Everything is exactly where it should be.

Exactly when it should be there.

Exactly as it should be.
^Cocteau twins “Ooze Out and Away, Onehow”^

cYa | cFa

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*Yeah, Cade does pen a good missive, Clicky…*

Until next time, Dear Reader, have a Song…

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