*Whoa, Clicky, this is a missive post knot of CLICK5 post… /lights up and smokes…You already posted that on Bastille Day…*
*Oh dear… /plumes smokes… I guess storms are racist now…*
*Those kicks and blows raining down definitely seem racist to me…*
Hello there, Dear Reader. We are most fortunate peeps, in that Cade Fon Apollyon has sent through a second missive this week. I, for one, am very happy about that indeed…
*Oh, do behave. You can write a post tomorrow, Clicky…*
Enjoy!
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¿Yawl Redi Fo Dis?
show yoo wiz
— ó¿ó —
climb ate
∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
cly mate
∞ = 1 + 0 + -1 = ∞
cull lime eight
∞ = 0 + -1 + 1 = ∞
klye m8
∞ = 1 + -1 + 0 = ∞
kalime ayt
∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
climate
— ó¿ó —
peace sez und purts
Was directed towards a comment over at the Merovee blog the other day, but I didn’t respond to it. The comment appeared to be regarding something I wrote in the previous whatever, but it didn’t appear to be actually directed at me, so yeah, I didn’t respond.
Did give it some thought tho.
Next day, went back, there were some followup comments, and have thought about those too, but I’ve not been back since. Virtually everything that I’ve encountered over the past 14 years has been troubling in one way or another. Hence, it’s no surprise to me that something I say/write might be troubling to someone else who reads what I’ve written. Everything I know has been called into question. Everything that I believed in has been challenged. And what was the absolute worst about all of this, is that it all seemed to materialize out of thin air. I wasn’t reading a bunch of crazy shit that “triggered” me, I wasn’t even reading “normal” shit that triggered me. Some really weird shit started to happen, it seemed to happen of its own accord or volition, and I chose to blunder around completely in the dark, unaided, and seeking no outside assistance for what turned out to be almost 5 years.
When I finally did start to dip my toe into the water(s), it would be another 3 years of not being too committal about it before I finally said “aight, that’s it, come hell or high water…time for me to dive in, and do so in pure and honest Cade style”.
CANNON BALL!!!!!!!
Not sure if I’m actually trying to make a point here other than maybe to say that there is no goal line. There are milestones, but there is no milestone. There are clocks, but there is no clock. There are respites, but there is no respite. There are answers, but there is no answer. All of these things will be true until you personally find out otherwise. And if you feel that you have found out otherwise, and decide to share your findings and spread your good news?
Good...Fucking...Luck.
You’ve effectively walked out onto the lawn of that perfect destination you’ve finally reached after all of that searching, dropped your pants, and taken a big shit right in the middle of it. Assuming you were wearing pants. We’re talking about Shambala/Shangri-La after all. Or Eden. Or Heaven. Or whatever. Nudity is usually associated with those kinds of locations and the freedom(s) they provide, and pants may not be requisite.
You might be able to skip a step.
Sharing and describing your “awakening” or “enlightenment” or whatthefuckever is the equivalent of telling all your female friends about the someone you shagged last night and how great the sex was. Or if you are male, bragging to all your buddies about the someone you banged last night and how awesome you were. Yes, your friends may be interested in your tales of tail, but it’s going to be kinda superficial.
Distant.
Detached.
Remote.
They weren’t actually there, they didn’t actually experience exactly what you experienced, so at best they can only imagine in trying to relate. Maybe they themselves have some comparative types of thoughts based upon their own experiences, but these are likely to be just imaginings that are questioning in nature and perhaps even confusing thoughts. These thoughts may even be so confusing that they decide that in order to fully understand this life-changing experience you just had, they themselves need to bang your new fuck buddy. Or even, they may think you’re full of shit because they already have had sex with your new fuck buddy and it was a terrible experience. And what’s worse, the next time you have sex with this person, the sex may not compare to that first experience, but your friends are still going want to know all the details.
How are you supposed to explain to them that…yeesh…the sex wasn’t that great this time, and certainly not as good as that one time. You may be put into a position where you feel compelled to fudge the facts a bit. Maybe even straight up lie. There are afterall appearances to maintain. You placed yourself up on that throne, and you may just decide that you will do anything and everything to stay there. And that’s the problem with thrones. They are designed to be unchanging and immovable, but the chair itself really doesn’t give a fuck who is sitting in it, it doesn’t care the means, modes or methods it took for one to become stationed upon it, and it’s likely to accommodate any old ass.
Anyway, the whole nature of relating “spiritual” experiences is very gossipy. Very likely to stir up all kinds of emotions in others even if you and your tales and the way you relate them are Zen as fuck. Prolly why you hear so many in “the spiritual community” rambling on endlessly about the ego. Eventually, all that energy you’ve expended in you relating your stories is going to cause your ego to want a food pellet. It’s gonna be hitting that feeder bar faster than Buddy Rich banging on his drums during a drum solo, and if it doesn’t get some kind of reward, it may just get downright savage in meeting what it perceives as its own needs.
But, that’s a path for you to walk. No fucking way I’m willingly wandering into the mire of trying to instruct you as to how to keep a lid on your own ego. Nor will I even suggest that you should keep a lid on it. I only know that others bang on endlessly about the ego, and you will certainly experience your own ego toying with you as you walk your path.
It's your fucking ego, you figure it out.
None of this is meant to suggest that I personally have reached Enlightenment or attained Samadhi or that I have Ascended or reached Ascension or become an Ascended Master or whatever nomenclature you wanna tack onto these experiences that everyone and their dog has been blabbing about and scrambling for. I have no idea if I’m on the path to Ascension, or even if I’m on a path to Ascension. However I can safely say that some weird shit has most certainly transpired in my life, and both my trying to talk about it, and in my listening to others try and talk their own experiences…fucking lolz…
what a bunch of absolute losers.
It’s most of the time like listening to a 1 year old child from the year 52021 BC try and describe the inner workings of a really fine and complex pocket watch that they somehow miraculously know of and absolutely understand, but they simply do not yet possess the vocabulary to describe it. And even when that child eventually does have the vocabulary to describe this pocket watch, its function(s) and its meaning(s), it is highly unlikely those around them possess the vocabulary to understand it. Sounds haughty as fuck, yeah? You somehow came into possession of some miraculous something, you’ve finally reached the point where you finally can describe this miraculous something…and you’re surrounded by a bunch of mouth-breathing dolts who just flat don’t understand you nor what you’re blathering about. You’re special. So very special. You’re fuckin’ special. You’re a creep. You’re a weirdo. What the hell are you doin’ here? You don’t belong here.
(creds to Radiohead for that last bit)
Let’s face it…a lot of this crap about “Fake News” is just propaganda created by “mainstream media” or anyone involved with it in order to save their own industry and/or their own asses. The “legitimate press” has their own guild, and they figure that if you want to play in the information game, you have to join their guild and pay them homage. Hence, all these rogues creating their own news streams appear to have so terrified news publishers, that the big players have began to push back. Label everything that is not them or not from them as “Fake News”. And of course, they have a lot of help from public figures of all kinds, because they too are in this guild, even if unofficially. I guess at its core, they don’t like the idea that information is floating around out in public without someone having paid for that information.
And more specifically, payed them.
Information proliferation is how they make their money, and I’d imagine it drives “the press” absolutely bonkers that information is being given away for free. I’d imagine that, to them, it’s like watching someone dig an oil well or a gold mine, “strike it rich”, then give everything the well or mine produces away for nothing. They can only lament how much cash they would have made were those resources in their hands/under their control.
The other thing that strikes me is that they can no longer control what information is released, when, nor can they control the editorial processes that spin a certain something in the direction they want it to go. They can no longer get the jump on demonizing someone or something. They can no longer get the jump on deifying someone or something. They can no longer plant seeds of doubt. They can no longer hype the hell out of nothingburgers. They can no longer just make shit up when it is in their interest(s) to do so. They can no longer use their position to protect their friends, their own interests or anyone else they are in bed with. They can no longer use their position to smite their enemies. All that power and promise they once had is much diminished, if not gone forever. They no longer hold the reins of The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse, and now those reins are in the hands of rank amateurs. Or worse, the riders themselves now have control of their own mounts. The news and information guilds are fallen, and their unions will fall with them.
With a mighty voice he shouted: “‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling for demons and a haunt for every impure spirit, a haunt for every unclean bird, a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal. For all the nations have drunk the maddening wine of her adulteries. The kings of the earth committed adultery with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.”
– Revelations 18:2-3 (NIV)
Would imagine that many of these big publishers are still kicking themselves for not jumping on the e-bandwagon(s) sooner. Had they done so, they would have had a much better jump on protecting themselves and their interests from these “free press” ideas that they despise so much.
This type of stuff appears to be happening in virtually every industry and in every infrastructure too. Weird shit transpiring in the periphery that gives an establishment credibility. Hell, for the past 5/6 years, politicians everywhere have been acting weird as fuck, and much of it appears to be because these seemingly tiny groups and/or obscure ideas are irritating the living fuck out of people within government. It’s not like these tiny groups are significant or anything, so why are they being given so much attention?
Governments typically couldn’t give two shits about “the negligible” because their numbers are on the wrong side of the decimal point. Perhaps it’s that large portions of the masses have for the most part so abandoned politicians and politics, that the negligible and insignificant have suddenly become important. But even if that is so, it doesn’t really jibe with this latest move to once again move the negligible into the “insignificant” category with all these SARS-CoV2/nCoV-2019 vaccines and the vaccination process(es). It doesn’t matter if a few people get all fucked up from a vaccine nor even if they die. What matters, is “the many”.
(and “the much”...there are many profits to think about here)
Anyway, there are many institutions who appear to be engaging themselves via some really obscure means. Including memes. Turns out that a little self-deprecation can go a long way in winning hearts and minds. Shows you’re human and not just some dead stack of papers. Look around you. See if you’re seeing what I’m seeing. Hell, could just be that I’m seeing things.
Hey, I can relate. No one wants to take the time to legitimately join the guild, only to have your position much diminished because average plebs are doing your job for you. Them becoming self-sufficient. You, are supposed to be determining what is adequate/inadequate, not them. You, have the degree. You, have the knowledge. That knowledge is yours. That power is yours. Who the fuck do these people think they are anyway?
Brain surgeons?!?!????
What’s most sad about the power-plays is that it diminishes the efforts of those who are actually within the infrastructures and trying to utilize them as best they can whilst maintaining some degree or moral integrity. And by that, I simply mean that they are not trying to leverage the institution(s) for their own personal benefit in a way or ways that is detrimental to the institution(s). They went to school, they studied hard, then they actually got into the system and found out that it was nothing like they were told. They likely have seen shit that would make one’s hair stand on end, but they likely have also seen that there are many within their field who are chugging along and not participating in the shenanigans. Hence, they sally forth figuring that others can keep their integrity in this shit-show, perhaps they themselves can as well.
So, they do just that.
Whether they realize it or not, they too become beacons within a dark and roiling sea, helping even more lone ships to avoid the rocks. But, even tho there are good people in the systems, there are those who are trying to destroy these systems who simply don’t give a shit if there are good people working hard to make a difference in them or not. The infrastructures themselves and all they represent are the enemies, and much like what happened on September 11th, anyone within them is going to perish. Jesus Christ, Abraham, Muhammad, Buddha and every other big wig throughout history could have been meeting in those buildings that day to discuss how to finally bring peace and prosperity to the entire planet, and it would have not made one bit of difference to whomever orchestrated that shit.
Those buildings were coming down.
Kinda weird to think of an institution of being representative of only one thing. I can go to Walmart one day and have an encounter with what appears to be the crankiest and most bitter employee in the entire history of commerce, and the next day, I encounter another employee who is friendly and helpful to the extreme.
Q: Are both of these individuals somehow representative of the Walmart Corporation?
A: ???
Or is it more likely that they are representative of what they themselves are doing with the Walmart Corporation’s infrastructure at those particular points in time. Walmart has afforded these individuals with some power, and they are either using that power well, or not. It’s the same shit on the global stage and I admit that I am sometimes floored by the ironies of people utilizing the very tools created by an certain infrastructure in order to destroy that same infrastructure.
“We hate you, and we hate everything about you, but, we'll utilize your toys and play in your game just the same.”
Being that I am an American, I am likely to be biased a bit as it pertains to certain events. You likely think that I am thinking filthy terrorists hijack Western technology planes they can barely operate, and use them to destroy Western shit. But I’m not. What is really floating around in the back of my mind as I write this is a documentary that I recently watched called…FIN. I watched that movie, and I puzzled and puzzled about what was going on in my own mind whilst watching the movie. Mainly because the movie FIN is damn near an exact echo of the movie Sharkwater.
The movie FIN is not bad, nor is the movie a ripoff of Sharkwater, it just seemed so much like an almost mirror image of the movie Sharkwater that I had trouble figuring out what exactly I was looking at. Made a few initial thoughts, but after sleeping on it, I think that if anything, the movie FIN more stirred up the same old thoughts I had about hypocrisy that Sharkwater did. Here, you have two different interests fighting over the control of a resource…sharks. One wants to kill them, the other wants to “save” them. Ultimately, the control over sharks is actually a fight for control of the oceans themselves. This means that the fight for control of the oceans is also a fight for control of everything in oceans, everything above oceans, everything around oceans, and everything below oceans.
This is MINE! No, it's MINE! This is MINE! No, it's MINE! Etc., Etc.
And now that we have that out of the way, we can now focus on some of the minutiae of the hypocrisies of this fight. In order for Rob Stewart to make his film, he is going to have to utilize astronomical amounts of material that likely had its origins in the ocean. Maybe even came from harvesting sharks. I remember thinking exactly this upon my first viewing of Sharkwater years ago. The ironies of using the ocean(s) and things taken from it/them, as vehicles to “save” the ocean(s). FIN does this exact same thing, although the ironies and hypocrisies are perhaps a tad more glaring in FIN.
Here you have a guy who is more or less in the mainstream movie making industry, relies heavily upon the cosmetics and/or chemical industry to ply their trade, and yet here they are damning the shark trade for providing the very materials needed for the manufacture of cosmetics. Excuse me…they are damning “the illegal shark trade”. Meaning, they are damning those who are not part of the guild and/or not operating according to its charter. We humans seem to so want and desire to get it right, but we’re so nested in doing it wrong and still coming out on top, that all we can do is dream and aspire to doing it right.
We settle.
Ever notice what happens in nature when something sends out a distress call? It usually ain’t pretty.
lolz
Just about everyone in the whole fucking jungle shows up…EXCEPT…for anyone who might actually can help you. Oh sure, they can help put you out of your misery, but that’s about it. That’s the only remedy on the agenda. Something cried out for help, and they wound up on the menu instead of getting the help they wanted. Gotta wonder if this is one of nature’s ways of reducing suffering. You cry for help, and SOMETHING is likely gonna show up. Might be help, more likely to be harm, but you will be seen to.
Any possibility, that a lesson, might actually devour you? That in order for you to advance, the perception may be that you are actually going backwards? Maybe even that you are gaining nothing, and losing everything? Well, if you’ve not thought of it before, maybe you can think about it now. Food for thought.
Heh.
Medicine is all about taking some thing’s or someone else’s power. That’s actually where this “missive” started. Thinking about the idea of medicine being a power which someone else possesses, that you can take away. Or maybe even a something you can receive if it is given.
But as you can likely tell, some time has passed and I decided to interject some of “the older stuff” and some of “the newer stuff” at the top of the writing instead of the bottom. Or, perhaps you did not notice that. Perhaps you read top to bottom and think that it is chronological. Welp, most of the time that is true, but not always, and not in this case. Sometimes I sit down and write some shiz, but when I come back to add to it, it seems more pertinent to put the new shiz at the top. Or maybe even inject it somewhere in the middle. Not that I spend a lot of time editing this stuff, because I don’t…
that's Roob's job.
These thing are written for her, and me editing them diminishes the point of this little enterprise. I write, she edits. It could be argued that the more difficult I make things for her, the more of her medicine or power I am taking. But what I was really thinking about was this scene in the movie Dances With Wolves when the locals are having this sit down discussing the stranger, and the character Kicking Bird pipes up about this loner at the fort…
“…when I see one white man alone and without fear in our country, I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.”
OK, so, say that he does indeed “have medicine”…now what? Someone has some something, are your intentions to borrow some? Get them to teach you how to make it? Steal it from them? Take them in and just bask in it? I guess when we establish that someone has a something we desire, only time will tell what actions we take and why we take them.
Confused emotions.
I wrote that several days ago, but cannot recall exactly where I was going with it.
Confused emotions.
Musta been going somewhere with it, but the thought is gone.
Confused emotions.
The idea that a more or less typical response is actually tied to an atypical feeling.
Confused emotions.
Sympathy generates anger.
Confused emotions.
Fear generates happiness.
Confused emotions.
Joy generates revulsion.
Confused emotions.
Why are they supposedly so straightforward and clear-cut.
Confused emotions.
Surely these things can sometimes mix and match.
Confused emotions.
Perhaps even some times a seemingly confused something is actually the proper response.
Confused emotions.
Perhaps I'm just confused.
Confused emotions.
In any case, I forgot what I was originally gonna write.
Confused emotions.
Guess this will just have to do.
cYa | cFa
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*Fun fact: there used to be nightclubs in Southend at different times called ‘Rain’ and ‘Storm’… /stubs butt… There’s only one nightclub left now though, called Mojo…*
*That is a fucking big syringe, Clicky, sucking out life force…*
