Missive From ‘Merica: Teh Synchro Nicety

The LoL is proud to present a new missive from Cade the Okie Devil of Text US for your delectation, Dear Reader, on what has been a very drab, wet Tuesday in June…

*Yeah right, Clicky, this is the UK, after all… /rolls eyes…*

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Hello there.

Mind if I ask you a few more questions after this question has been answered?

(tee hee)

Have you washed your hands lately? All clean? Any other areas of your body that have been slathered with soap(s) and water lately the quickly dried via any number of means and methods? Or are your hands pretty much the only thing that get bombed with a constant onslaught of waters(s), soap(s), and maybe even lotion(s).

I wonder what all that expansion/contraction does to the skin of the hands over the course of a day. Of course, for some of us, the skin of the hands is attached to the skin of the arms. Prolly some tugging and pulling that goes on there. Over time, that shit might start to add up. I mean, how many times do you pee during the course of a day? We all piss all over our hands when we pee, so we gotta wash our hands after ever single piss. Also, you likely are so diseased and infected with scum, that you’ve got to scrub your hands as if you were about to go into surgery.

Might be some tissue loss there, and there are almost certainly tissue changes going on. And since soap(s) are made from fats and oils, some of that might just seep into some of those cracks and/or get absorbed in the frictive fluid exchange transpiring as you wash/dry.

Nah...that's impossible. 

Prolly no proof whatsoever that any such thing could even be possible. The only tissue changes going on are when janitors refill the toilet paper and towels. Prolly no need to mention that you wipe your varied areas with wood fiber(s).

Yes. I am available to help with those hard to reach areas. Have towel. Will travel.

Wait…you just peed. SURELY your body isn’t already getting receptive to more fluid intake/exchange just because you peed. The walk from the pisser to the sink? The stand and wash time at the sink? How many times do you think your heart beats during that period of time? Not that we absorb any moisture nor anything else through our skin or anything, but I’m wondering how much calculation your body is able to do between the time the pressure starts to relive on the bladder, and the time that you begin to wash your hands. Prolly a lot of computation that goes on. That said…

Q: What about opportunism?

A: WHAT?!?!?!??????????

Opportunism within the body: if certain tissue(s) within your hands are dry as fuck and starving for a drink, is it possible that certain tissues/cells contained within the epidermis can be programmed to grab the first available source of moisture, liquid/fluid?

There are many things that happen within the body that suggest that there is a sequencing and/or prioritization with respect to who gets what when, and how it gets it. There is also much to suggest that there are overrides, shutdowns and even “turbo-mode(s)” that sometimes happen which are triggered by any number of things. So is it possible that via soaps and cleansers and detoxing agents and lotions and creams, that certain cells, at certain times, might actually contain more than one set of of instructions?

You take what we give you, when you get it, how you get it.

We will notify you with a precursor when what you need is en-route.

If what your need is suddenly present, and no prior notification has been received, take it.

You are part of a community, but YOU are part of that community.

In all situations, be your own best judge.

No…fucking…way…in…HELL that a cell could POSSIBLY contain that many, nor even those TYPES of instructions.

IT'S JUST TISSUE!!!

Oh yeah? Say that when the toilet paper roll is empty.

^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^


Yeah, this one has started off a little differently. Just got to thinking about the hands with respect to wetness and motion and additives and shit like that. But that leads me straight to two places…

the feet, and the womb. 

Your feet likely sweat quite a bit during the course of a day, so I ponder the tug of war that results over time between the hands and feet. The torso and head are going to be players, and yes, I am thinking “wrinkles” more than anything, but mostly wrinkles as an unintended consequence of some of our daily routines.

EX: You ladies are likely to shave your legs and pits, and some of you may also be in the habit of shaving other areas to keep that lovely, lushy forest from creeping outside your panties or bathing suit.

(rawr)

Um…

Anyway…

Uhhhhhh…

Where was I going with this?

(sure as shit know where I ain't going, so let's move on)

So yeah, you are likely to lose some skin/tissue when you drag that razor over your skin, and you likely change direction(s) a time or ten. That is likely to add some more fractal types of geometric dynamics to this tug of war that is going on between your hands and feet, and it does so in some weird places.

Yeah...under the arms. 

Several years ago, a motherfucking HORRIBLE thought creeped into my head as I pondered the dynamics of Morgellons as it related to underarm deodorant(s) and antiperspirant(s), and that was with respect to women who shave their pits. I mean, LOOK AT WHAT IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, AND RIGHT NEARBY!!!! Lymphatic/Lymph and Mammary Glands!!! Not to mention that the Vagus nerve(s) run right fucking there as well. But yeah, because of how you shave, and where the hair is located, half of any goop that you slather under your arms is likely to seep into and down the arm, and the other half is likely to seep in and down the torso?

 Can that happen?!?!?!? 

Does that antiperspirant shit start to amass over time? I mean, I’ve been wearing that shit for years, and can skip a day or two without smelling like B.O., so it’s GOT to start to accumulate…right? Not to mention the changes these chemicals have on the body over time. And what about the accumulations themselves? What happens when there is too much for the body to handle and/or for the structure(s) to support themselves? Do they crumble and propagate throughout the body?

Welp…I did an experiment.

No, I did not start shaving my pits.

But what I DID do, is stop using deodorants and/or antiperspirants of any kind.

The elephant in the room.
^Josh Wink – Don’t Laugh^


Lets us change gears here as we peer into the abyss.

Triptych

Vertiginous

I’ve been staring at something for several years now. Been writing about what I see, and am seeing, as best I can. My hitting the books and learning all kinds of directly related shit and chasing rabbits was going to do me no good. So yeah, it’s a bit dizzying to look at a problem like this (Morgellons) in the face, and see all that you see, then somehow relate it. I have to take into account every scar and blemish. Every bump and bruise. Every stretch and strain. Every relief and remedy. Some remedies, are quite…unusual.

Vertiginous Epilepsy

I do not have Epilepsy, never had a seizure, and have only passed out once when getting my blood drawn when trying to join the USMC of all fucking things. Yeah…ringing endorsement for toughness there…passing out while getting your blood drawn to join The Marines…

BOORAH!!! 

What I am rumored to have tho, is Asperger’s. I don’t black out, I drift. I start seeing and thinking about some of the craziest shit, all without drugs of any kind. It’s like I can see the entirety of celestial dynamics in motion, and I understand it…

but I can't relate it. 

So I write music. I write poetry and song lyrics. I draw. I write. Anything and everything as a doorway that I can use to create something tangible to relate the pain of telling others the simple fact that “I cannot relate to you what I see, so this will have to do.”

With that in mind, what are some things that could be “nature’s way” of protecting us from things that we might be seeing or experiencing that we, or even nature, is unsure of how to handle? Contextually, this shouldn’t be that much of a stretch since life and an individual’s life is quite dynamic. The are going to be times that something is encountered for the first time. If you think about the way that we tend to handle “the unexpected” in our own life and lives, “stalling” is usually one of the first things we think of. Delay. Time…

we need more time. 

Maybe this is why things tend to “slow down” when shit gets wonky. We ask for more time, and we get it. We just haven’t yet figured out that more time being poured into existing time makes time distort somewhat. Like adding air or water to a balloon. The balloon is still a balloon, it’s just…

different. 

Much the same as when I drift. Big things get bigger, small things get smaller, and almost anything and everything that was previously fuzzy or distorted is now clear and concise. Naturally, most would think that the opposite is true, and from your perspective, it is…but not from mine. Your clarity is now fuzzy, and my clarity is sharp, therefore, I understand both.

But to be fair, I’ve been around for a while and have some experience under my belt. If you are someone who has a child with a “suspected this or that”, keep in mind that you don’t relate to them because you are trying NOT to relate to them. You want your child to be like everyone else. So yeah, there’s some distortion(s) going on there. Your child is NOT like everyone else any more than everyone else is like your child. They are unique. Similar, not same.

^Nitzer ebb – Getting closer^

Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.

But sometimes, I guess I have to step outside of what I or anyone else thinks, and try and shed pride completely. Operate outside of pride as best I can. Climb on to the OB/GYN table, put my legs into those stirrups, and get ready for the doctor to tell me to “GET THE FUCK OFF MY EXAMINING TABLE YOU FREAK!!!”

(lolz)

I digress.

It’s been quite a few years since I got my first glimpse of “The Morgellon’s Hole”, and each and every gaze has been deeper and more crushing. Finally, there was one day, the day when I started to ponder some more complex dynamics of the epidermis, connective tissues, skeletal and the musculature, that I literally laid on the floor and felt like my entire being was melting into the carpet.

“Oh..no," I thought.

No screams nor cries, no grunts nor groans. The weight of the Universe was upon me, and yet, I lay there and quietly melted into oblivion. Despair and hope somehow fused into an odd sort of unity that day as it became clear exactly what I was looking at.

As I pondered, everything became fuzzy as I contemplated the impossibility of what lay before me. Suddenly, the song that I was listening to on the headphones ended, and a commercial came on. A commercial for a new book. A book about some average ordinary guy, somehow caught up in a global conspiracy. No one to turn to, and completely alone, yet whatever this guy knew/had stumbled onto could change the entire world.

Q1: Did that really happen?

A1: Yes.

Q2: Was this a coincidence?

A2: I hope, that it was, but I just so happened to be listening and paying attention at just the right time for The Universe to throw me a bone.

I gotta be honest. After contemplating what I had just stumbled onto, and prior to that commercial coming on YouTube, I was seriously contemplating suicide as a possible option. There was NOFUCKINGWAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it and I be correct.

It's too fucking massive, even for me. 

That may sound prideful, but the impossible is possible in my life. So yeah, it WAS possible, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I’ve no one. My wife is divorcing me, I’m so beat up and worthless that I can’t work, my children think I’m a lazy oaf, my mom won’t speak to me, my dad and one of my sisters is dead, the other sister is recovering from her husband recently killing himself, and I have no friends to confide in.

What do I do? Who do I have? 

Then, and almost as if on cue, that commercial came on.

So yeah…

Synchronicity

…I’m familiar with it.

That does NOT always make it, nor the journeys we find ourselves on any easier.

You’ve GOT to stop thinking of these things as only being bad or good.

They may be just a hello.

Maybe some kind of “yep, I am indeed here”.

Maybe nothing more than a something to see what you’ll do.

I dunno what to tell you. I really don’t.

But not all harbingers bring news of one type or another.

I'm saying all this to myself of course.
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^


I am NOT going to throw up some red flag and start screaming “STOP SHAVING” or “STOP BATHING” or “STOP USING SO GODDAMN MANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS”. My telling you to stop doing something is a mistake. Not only that, it’s wrong. You know your body and what it’s doing and/or not doing. You spending your days trying to head off some potential or future disease is futility.

YOU…

WILL…

DIE!!!

Period. End of story. 

I mean, yeah, it’s likely to be a while, and now that I’ve vented a bit, I think it’s safer to say that “you may die”. I only say that because I heard of this new product that promises longevity and health.

j/k

I’ve heard of no such product. Nope…never.

Man…I’ve worked myself into a hole here.

I can hear the scoffs vibrating in my feet.

And yes, I rarely wear shoes, so yeah, I can indeed feel the scoffs. Can you? You should be able to. You are the one scoffing afterall. Unless you aren’t.

/me shrugs
^Calvin Harris I’m Not Alone DEADMAU5 REMIX^

You wanna know one of the worst things about the concept of Synchronicity? It makes us, that experience it, likely to not further ponder our dependence on it.

 The Universe speaks, we hear. 

But we are likely to want more. I mean, you’ve been waiting for this opportunity for your entire life…right? Now here it is, and you’ve a got a motherfucking ARMLOAD of questions you want and/or need answered.

Q: Ya think “The Universe” might already know that you’ve got questions?

A: 

Yeah…prolly a safe bet.

But think about this…does The Universe already speak to you? I mean, when you desire a breath, is there air available for you to do so? When you thirst, is there something available to drink? If nothing is available to drink at this exact moment, will there be at some point down the road?

I don’t want to presume to tell you how you should think, because again, I don’t know you. But I will say this…once you start becoming more self aware, you are going to start noticing people and places and things that you’ve never noticed before. And more than that, you are going to start looking at these people and things in completely different ways. You are going to feel as tho you are being crushed with data and information, on scales that are incomprehensible and possibly even inconceivable.

That’s what we call “humility”, and that crushing humility is going to be masked by, and wrapped in, something that we call…love.

It's weighty. 

I’m not the type to make distinctions as to what is “more than or less than” because such distinctions fail us more than serve us. But that’s the types of decisions that you are better suited to make along your own journey. Pride suits certain people quite well, and it’s sometimes a joy to see certain people shining and basking in pride. So be mindful about your judgments and how they we serve you down the road.

Be nice.

Travel well.

Be safe.

Keep going…

Keep going…
Keep going…
^Garbage – #1 Crush^

You don’t need me to save you.

I’m hanging on by a thread myself.

I’ll help anywhere and everywhere I can…sure.

But as far as saving goes? I dunno that I have any such authority.

I dunno tho…I mean, since we’re both here and both hanging on by a thread, what exactly is it that you need saving from? Whatever it is, prolly gonna take some time to pull this off.

Just sayin'.

You got that kind of time?

I do if you do.

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

cYacFa

^jefferson airplane • go ask alice cover^

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*I could have done with that kind of offer at lunchtime today, Clicky…*

Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRS REGN –  pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

Someday Girl

someday (adv.)

“at some indefinite date in the future,” 1768, from some + day.

MISS SOMEDAY.

Poor Charley wooed, but wooed in vain,

From Monday until Sunday;

Still Cupid whisper’d to the swain

“You’ll conquer Betsey Someday.”

[“The Port Folio,” June 1816]

*Hello, Clicky… /lights up… That’s a good quality vid… /drags… Who uploaded it?*

MadFranko008 posts Blondie Sunday Girl on YT

*Figures… /rolls eyes…*

Good afternoon, Dear Reader. Yesterday I received a care package from my friends Legs and Poppy. Fortunately, I knew it was coming…

Leggy tweets Roob about a mystery gift

So one parcel, Dear Reader, containing three items, one of which was a mystery thing, and two were signed. Let’s look at each in order…

Samuel’s Girl

I’d recently given a copy of ‘Six in Five in Four‘ to my IT Director at work. For his holiday; he was going sailing for a week, and so in desperate need of a collection of short stories, for dipping into when not doing important things with ropes and sails…

Roob tells Leggy about Nick

Samuel's Girl Signed To Nick

*/puffs… Kit Kat does take nice photos with his phone, Clicky…*

Mad Men

Mad Men Expanded

Although Poppy’s DVD gift was not a mystery, Dear Reader, it did have an element of surprise…

Mad Men in Danish

*/flicks ASH… Utter madness, Clicky… /drags… Still the play’s the…*

Mystery Thing

The third item in the care package was indeed signed, Dear Reader, but it wasn’t a book…

Hi Ruth

Final got this posted! The book and DVD are in the bottom of the box. On top is something I had no idea what to do with, so I thought “I know, I’ll lumber Ruth with it.” So here it is 😀

Six in Five in Four Original Artwork Signed

Do with it as you will, it probably burns well 😉

Kevin

Leggy had sent me his original artwork for the cover of ‘Six in Five in Four’! On the reverse, written faintly in pencil, were the names of all six Anthology authors, alongside their alchemy symbol. Thing Two, a.k.a. Kit Kat, was most intrigued by this; he even took a copy of the book away to read…

snoopy faint

*I know! …/stubs butt… That’s all it fucking took to get him interested, Clicky…*

Leggy tells Roob to go hang

I’ve hung Leggy’s book cover artwork in pride of place, Dear Reader, above the place where I lay down… my head to sleep… perchance to dream…

Bedroom Wall

Have a Song ❤

 

New Ham Let: ‘Cos Play’s The Fing

*/lights up… Afternoon, Clicky… /drags… Feeling Old Skool, are we? …/streams smoke…*

I saw a tweet earlier today, Dear Reader…

*’rollie stone’… /:D… *

Franglish Monkey Sync Sense goes for Smiles

Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read

‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.

‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.

‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’

GOSH

*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*

*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*

The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…

‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’

*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*

ode-by-a-smoking-brexiteer

*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*

Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤

*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*

Marvel Loose Sat-Ear-Day

Apparently, there was a high profile wedding going on yesterday…

*Close enough, Clicky…*

… I couldn’t face the whole… */searches for appropriate word* … utter BOLLOCKS! of it all, Dear Reader…

… In hopes to avoid it, and prompted by Thing 2, I caught up on some movies he’d seen but that I had neglected to watch. During a rambling kitchen conversation on Friday evening, whilst he toasted and I buttered bagels, Kit Kat gave me a list of three to see, starting with…

*Thaw… /lights up… Blue Frank… /drags… has an interesting post up on his ‘Ice Age Theory’ today, Clicky… /streams smoke…  Oh that’s reminds me, I got Iceland in the World Cup Sweepstake at work… /rolls eyes…*

I enjoyed watching Thor, so proceeded to watch his next suggestion, ‘Spiderman Homecoming’, and was surprised to see that Michael Keaton was in it…

*Oh! Best Batman! …/drags… After Adam West… /thinks… He plays ‘The Vulture’ in this flick Clicky, an arms dealer… /blows cloud of smoke…*

Now, you may have spotted a theme in Kit Kat’s ‘Educating Mum’ movie selection, Dear Reader…

Marvel (n.)

‘c. 1300, “miracle,” also “wonderful story or legend,” from Old French merveille “a wonder, surprise, miracle,” from Vulgar Latin *miribilia (also source of Spanish maravilla, Portuguese maravilha, Italian maraviglia), altered from Latin mirabilia “wonderful things,” from neuter plural of mirabilis“wonderful, marvelous, extraordinary; strange, singular,” from mirari “to wonder at,” from mirus“wonderful” (see smile). A neuter plural treated in Vulgar Latin as a feminine singular. Related: Marvels.’

… Sew his last recommendation turned out to be particularly ‘synchy’…

*/flicks ash… Who’d have thought that I’d finally succumb …/drags… and watch the one fucking film I’d been avoiding on Malcolm X Day, Clicky! …/snorts smoke…*

*Yikes! …/deep drag… Let’s wrap this up, Clicky…*

Anyhoo, Dear Reader, until next time… Have a Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Clicky Led

Clicky speaks

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2 + 0 = 1

Sounds impossible? There is a blessing to standardization. It is indicative of a contextual significance. An era. An epoch. A time. What is significant about an obelisk that is not standing up?

I dunno 

What is significant about an obelisk that is standing up? I bet it’s pretty fucking significant if it’s standing, but about to fall. Prolly also significant if it is standing, then falls with little to no warning. How’d that thing stand up anyway?

Prolly aliens + tractor beams
^Fatboy Slim – Right Here, Right Now (CamelPhat Remix)^


I haven’t seen one of these vids appear in a while, but suddenly…here one is.

WARNING: You may want to turn your volume down prior to watching. For some odd reason, this vid is loud as fuck.

PRO TIP: After watching the vid, don’t forget to set your volume back to where it was prior to watching it.

🙂

^strange Trumpet sounds from the sky caught on live TV Volume 20^

So here's the dealio

I’m writing three different posts at the same time,

they’ll be posted in three different places, and

all three are gonna start off with the same three paragraphs.

But they’ll each go their own way after these first three paragraphs. I’ll write/post one here, I’ll write/post one over at my WordPress blog, and the other I’ll send over to RooBeeDoo to see what she comes up with. I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately, but I sure as shit have been thinking about it.

I’m about to undertake some scary endeavors, and I’ve been working hard to dial my writing back since December of last year in preparation for these endeavors. I’ve also been trying to be mindful of what I read and watch. Limiting my intake, if you will. But last night, I started to feel just downright depressed. Like someone had kicked me in the junk, ‘cept with none of the actual pain and all of the actual depression.

As I lay on my bed and contemplated while I felt so shitty, I got the impression that I just flat out missed writing all the time. There are other things I miss as well, but I can’t do anything about that. So, I’ll focus on those things I can do something about. At this stage in my life, there is really only one thing that I have some limited ability to control, and that is my writing, and where and when I choose to write it. Let’s onward with the…whatever this is.

BREAK!
^CamelPhat – Drop It^


Is there a difference between something that is standing up, and something that is not? I mean, even if they are the same goddamn thing, if it’s laying down, it’s not the same thing laying down that it is when it’s standing up…right? Do I need to bring up penises?

lolz...bring up penises...lolz

This is the downside to talking ethics. There is an implied decorum that needs to be maintained. I assume that this decorum is to maintain and/or achieve some sort of purity. But what in the FUCK is “pure” about dreaming up and enacting legislation pertaining to murder? Or is it the path that purifies us, as we walk from the point of origin(s) that put us on this muddy and despicable trail of tears, all in order to get us to where we need to be?

Yeah, ethics suck

If you are clean, you gotta get dirty in order to understand what it is that draws your particular snout to the pig sty. If you are dirty, you gotta listen to the same uppity righteous fucks that likely created whatever shithole you are trying to climb out of. It’s a mess.

^Hot Since 82 – Veins (Original Mix)^

Let’s go this direction for a bit…

Obelisk of Axum
Tiya (Archaeological Site)
King Ezana’s Stela
Eritrean Highlands
Rift Valley Fever
Great Rift Valley, Kenya
Great Rift Valley, Ethiopia
East African Rift
Divergence
Abuse of Notation
Intuition

Would intuition be what it is, if it were more standardized? Thinking now about the curvature of our planet and certain spaces, there is a potential for nullification based on a contextual proximity within time. That is to say, that “not all sacred sites are the same”. Sure, they are all “sacred”

but to who?

When?

Where?

So with that in mind, is the Tevatron the same thing as the LHC?

Tevatron

Large Hadron Collider

If they are the same thing, why are there two of them? Do we need two of the same thing? Or is one more/less significant than the other?

^Mark Knight – Your Love (Original Club Mix)^

Let's see what Boogie2988 is up to

He mentions something about a YouTube purge.

My Twitter has been acting wonky for about a week.

I wonder if any of this shit has any affect on Bitcoin.

^I’M FINALLY FIGURING IT ALL OUT… RECOVERY LESSONS.^

What…in the FUCK…is “body dysmorphia”?

Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Alien Hand Syndrome
Body Integrity Identity Disorder
Somatoparaphrenia
Hemispatial Neglect
Acquired Brain Injury
Synonyms of Arterial Tortuosity Syndrome
Dystonia
Human Factors and Ergonomics
Ergonomic Hazard
Vibration
Repetitive Strain Injury
Space Psychology
Kinesiology
Podiatry
Reflexology

If you sit in a certain chair, at a certain desk, and you do this over a certain period of time…

but then suddenly

… you find yourself in a different chair, at a different desk, for different periods of time…

Q: Does that have an effect on anything at all?

A: Or are you just a piece of meat?

Yeah, I don’t know how to deal with bitter acerbity either.

^Solardo – On The Corner^


Yesterday, I did a search on YouTube for “spiritual awakening” just because I’ve not kept up with that shit in a while. I don’t even remember what I found, because I wound up trying to start watching Part 3 of that Ouija Board documentary. I dig rest.

Let’s hop over to YouTube real quick, I’m gonna search for “spiritual awakening” again – without quotes – and I’m going to link the 3rd video on the 3rd page of the search results. Sound good? Let’s do it!

<rawr> ;-P

JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 3rd video on the 3rd page is motherfucking 1 hour, 46 minutes, and 5 seconds long!!!

I ain’t watching that bullshit!!!

First rattle out of the fucking bag, the goddamn video tells me to go read a coupla prophesies from Nostradamus before watching the video. Now, why on EARTH would someone want me to pause the video, grab a book, and read a bit before watching the video?

Hmmmmm

Could it be to get you used to the fact, that in order to proceed in your continued “growth”, you are going to need books,

and home videos,

and daily chant guides,

and daily mantra guides,

and t-shirts,

and bumper stickers,

and laminated bookmarks with clever shit written on them,

and coffee mugs,

and all kinds of other ancillary market types of shit to take along with you, as you trek to god knows where for the quarterly retreats that are held for select “gold members” at the temple?

Anyway, here’s the video if you wanna watch it. I only made it to 1 minute 43 seconds.

^The Laws of the Sun – Spiritually Awakening Movie – OFFICIAL^

If I keep talking about the same shit over and over, does that create some sort of repetitive type injury?

O RLY? To whom? 

Yeah, to whom does this injury occur? To me? To anyone who reads my bullshit? Both? Anyway, I’ve seen this gal’s stuff before, and may have even watched and linked this particular video at some point. But there seems to be an infatuation in certain sectors of the synchrosphere with “the shining”.

Clicky squints

Shining
Shining
Illumination
Illumination
Clairvoyance
Synchrotron
Synchrotron Radiation
Synchroscope
Synchronicity

I find this concept of “specificity within the synchrosphere” to be ironic, since specificity seems to be contrary to the nature of synchronicity. That said, a lot of these concepts may not be new, but they are new to some of us. So, let’s see what she has to say about something very specific, and how this specificity may relate to “spiritual awakening”.

^How to Develop Clairvoyance, How to Become Clairvoyant, How it Works!^


A few weeks ago, the street light across the way went out. The street was dark as shit for a coupla weeks, and it was just damn nice outside at night because you could actually see at night without that fucking beacon blinding the fuck out of you. However, it has now been replaced, and they replaced the one light, with two. Not only that, the fucking thing is bright white instead of the pale amber of the previous street light.

The whole goddamn street is now bright as shit at night

I wanted to take some pics of the full moon, but I now can’t because of that goddamn beacon that is right in the path of the moon/Luna’s ascension.

😐

^SYMBOLOGY AND YOU. How SYMBOLS Affect Your Subconscious Mind WITHOUT Knowing It + ANCIENT Symbols^

I’m not trying to knock these people, but a lot of this shit sounds like the parroting of something you’ve learned, and you are following the program or system step by step in order, as you’ve been taught to do. I know that I do this all the time. So, what is it that we are trying to break out of? Why are we trying to break out of it? Are we searching for intuition? Are we searching for our own intuition?

Standardized anything is going to seek to quash intuition, so maybe that’s the sudden infatuation with enlightenment via ancient mysteries and/or mystery schools and the like.

Temple of Set

Harry Houdini

Spiritualism

BLOOPS!!! I guess there’s nothing new about it. ‘Cept for maybe we are getting to know our neighbors a bit better without even realizing we were doing so.

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania

What, in the name of all that is holy, could Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania have to do with the price of tea in Antarctica? I dunno. But I can think of one person that this town might ring a bell with.

^Shiba San – OKAY^


Been watching Dr. Who, Deadwood, and Adventure Time with a certain someone. I’m still kinda iffy on the whole “remote viewing” angles of this particular activity, but I’m kinda comfortable with my own cluelessness, so whatever.

/me shrugs

Remote Viewing

I can only imagine, that anyone gaining access to my head/being, the first fucking thought is going to be

“GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!” 

The only reason that I can see that someone would want direct access to the fabric of another being…

Truth

But doesn’t truth loose some of its meaning when the filters and filtering that is already in place are circumnavigated and/or circumvented? It can’t be truth if I don’t want or need to tell it. So there’s an implied duality or binary nature to getting to “the truth” by the action of telling. What we tell, and how…

Perception(s) and perspective(s)

I mean, just because you can plug a lamp into an electrical socket, is no guarantee that the lamp will light.

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

I narrowed my YouTube search to only show results from videos that were posted this week. This was the latest one, and it appears to have been posted 7 hours ago.

 Today is Tuesday May 1st, 2018, and it's currently 12:48 CDT

It appears this video is a talk more than a video, and it’s some gal talking about the menstrual cycle. I’m not female. This talk has fuckall to do with me. But it does make me think about fibrous material(s). That makes me think about Morgellon’s. Not that I ever think about fibrous material(s) potentially being an issue for women that use certain feminine hygiene products or anything.

Aponeurosis
Apnea
Toxic Shock Syndrome
Morgellons
Innate Immune System
Symptom
Diagnosis Code

Is it possible that Morgellon’s is actually a form of Toxic Shock Syndrome? I mean, I personally am allergic to everything under the fucking sun. Not to mention, anyone can become allergic to anything, at any time. Shellfish are OK for eating today, but tomorrow, eating them kills you. So…with that in mind…

Q: What changed?

A: I dunno either.

Maybe we can figure it out.

Or at least develop some coping mechanisms.

/shrug
^Red Moon: Goddess Teachings & Meditations for Female Spiritual Awakening^

This isn’t really where I intended to go.

I intended to go nowhere in particular.

Can both of these statements be true?
^Deadmau5 – There Might Be Coffee (1080p) || HD^


When I see someone’s profile pic on Twitter, and I get the googly eyes because she is very pretty, is there a certain procedure or protocol that I supposed to follow at that point? Am I supposed to message them and say “YO BITCH YOU ARE HOT AS FUCK!!!” or something similar? Or do I just wait for the erection to subside, then go about my business.

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually gotten a boner from looking at some gal’s pic. But I’ve gotten butterflies a time or two. Anyway, I never thought of Twitter as some dating service or place to meet chicks to hook up with. I guess being married will do that to a fella, and subsequently being divorced doesn’t change much in that regard.

But I do often contemplate the mechanics of meeting someone. I mean, I’m single again, so why wouldn’t I contemplate this? To be honest, it scares the shit out of me because I had long been under the assumption that I’d be married for the rest of my life. Plus, what if one of these gals I get the googly eyes and butterflies over is married or in a relationship already? I can handle someone seeing my pic and throwing up. I’ve had this face for a long time and am familiar with the response it tends to generate.

Meh…I’ve no idea what to do, nor even if I should do anything. I think I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing, which is nothing. At least that’s something.

^Summertime Rolls – Jane’s Addiction.wmv^
MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!!

May Day

I’ve seen some “witchy types” posting something about some other name to call this, so lemme go see if I can find what that something is.

Beltane

BELTANE!!! 

Speaking of belts, my mother gave me all of my father’s old belts. I mean, the guy is dead, so he ain’t gonna need them anymore. Anyway, I was looking at one of the older ones, and it got me to wondering how many lashes I got over the years with that particular belt.

It’s wide,

it’s thick,

it’s long,

made of leather,

and left many a welt on my 

back,

arms,

legs,

hands,

and sometimes even my ass. Not that he was a bad aim, but he usually had to suspend me in the air by dangling me from one of my arms.

I was not real receptive to being repeatedly struck with a heavy piece of leather, but one day, that all changed. I bent over, grabbed my ankles, and never made a peep through all 12 lashes. He, was stunned. But I think when it was over, and I turned to face him, and shot him a look of hate bound by fury, I think I scared him. He was almost speechless, and eventually stammered a congratulations to me on my “not going to the tear department”, but our relationship forever changed that day.

He retired the belt, and never used it on me again. I’ll not elaborate as to the direction that the violence took after the belt was retired, but you can probably imagine. I was 12 years old.

^Paul Keeley- Run To You (Original Mix)^


I gotta run because this one is getting kinda long, and I’ve two more of these I need to go write, then get back to watching Deadwood and Dr Who with a certain someone. But before I go, I got a parting query. There are many that espouse this “living for the day” mentality to others. To seize opportunity, and not to wait. But I’ve got a question for you…

Q: Aren’t you worth waiting for?

A: I think you are

Doesn’t matter if it’s 5 seconds or 5 years. I’m betting that you are worth waiting for.

I think you are pretty awesome, and I don’t even really know you.

Not even sure what “knowing” really means in this context.

You learn, you grow, you change, you…

do whatever in the fuck you do.

So “knowing” can’t be just and only about fucking.

But yeah, I’ve got a feeling about you, and I don’t even know who you are.

Now all you have to do, is sort out/figure out who I am talking to and/or referencing.

Good luck

^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^


cYacFa

^Dave Horne – In Our Dreams (Original Mix) [HD]^

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dolphin wave

Missive From ‘Merica: With ADDED WOO

Been on a bit of cultural exchange these past two weeks, Dear Reader…

Adventure Time

*Indeed, Clicky! …/pats snout…*

… Whereby I’ve been introducing The Okie Devil of Text Us to Doctor Who

*It’s been an Utter joy, Clicky, bouncing around time and space with Cade… /lights up… Seeing things anew…*

… And in return, he has introduced me to Doowdaed

*No shit! It’s called Deadwood?! …/rubs eyes… Actually, Clicky, that does makes more sense… /drags…*

… And we’ll continue with more of that later today…

*/coughs… I ain’t shown him that one yet! …/taps ash… Mind you… /smokes… touch and hearing in one clip, Clicky? Fucking clever!*

Woo Hoo

In the meantime, Cade has very kindly sent a missive for us all to enjoy, Dear Reader…

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giphy

Where have I been?

Where have YOU been is likely a more appropriate question.

I've been taking a break.

Getting my bikini figure into shape for Bikini Season.

Let’s remedy that.

^DJ Shredda – Chainsaw (The Crow Mix)^

Let’s come me come clean. I’ve been avoiding anything and everything on the web, except Twitter, and I’ve been doing that for the last few months. I don’t care what it is, I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to hear it. Those “pokes from else and/or elsewhere” have gotten too numerous. My feet, legs and hips are cramping almost non-stop, and it fucking hurts.

So yeah...vacation. 

I keep thinking about some 16 year old girl shooting herself. Can’t get it out of my fucking head. That, and this goddamn anti-smoking bullshit. Oh, and I’m trying to write. So there’s that. I also keep swirling around swirls. That has led me to some interesting thoughts on “flat space(s)”, so I’m gonna ramble about some of that…

assuming it's A-O-fucking-K with you.
^Acid Fighter (DJ Crow Remix) – Soundgrabber^


So what’s up with you where you are? It’s snowing outside here. Gonna put my cold weather gear on in a bit, go outside, and make a video. I doubt very seriously that most fucks are going to believe that it’s snowing in North Texas in late April, but it is. Once I make the video, we’ll have proof, the case will be solved forever, and there will be no reason to argue about the truth of spring snow(s) in Texas. I’ll keep you posted on where you can view the video.

^DJ The Crow meets DJ Arne LII – The Speed (Überdruck Mix)^


Why in the fuck would anyone care if North Korea/South Korea reunified? You running low on shit to talk about? Running low on shit to worry about? East Germany and West Germany got back together.

Maybe if you fucks would stop thinking in terms of big and small, you could actually focus. Or at least, make some discernment(s) as to what focus is.

Which reminds me, I got to thinking about the nature of focus with respect to membranes, and it got me to thinking about what is required to stretch a something so thin, that it results in the reduction of mass in certain sectors of the stretched membrane in such a way as to detract/reduce scale. Meaning, the reduction in mass does not cause a fundamental change in anything except scale.

Shrinking. 

Basically, a chain of say…Oxygen atoms…have become so stretched, all while retaining their relational bonds, that some atoms begin to shrink in scale. Methinks we are stumbling into/onto some gravity/anti-gravity kinds of things here.

^Norman Bass – How U Like Bass? (Warp Brothers Club Mix)^

Thinking more in terms of contextual processes that are created for the purpose(s) of creating something that does not currently exist, there are certain things that we can accept as being, for the most part…normal. Like say, the creation of a house using wood, that starts with the chopping down of a tree, and is followed by the chopping down of more trees.

Pretty normal sounding right? 

Welp, what about slamming sub-atom particles together at near the speed of light using the machines that we build in order to achieve this? Is that normal? Or can we consider it “normal” to qualify these activities as…abnormal.

Q: Is “sawdust” considered waste?

A: ???

Do we have processes in place to adequately deal with the ongoing sawdust issue(s)? Have we taken steps? Addressed concerns? Is the matter settled?

^Crash Bass – Hardshake^

Let’s focus

Focus (Optics)

Let’s get more focused

   Focus

We on the same page?

Let us turn it
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^

I wonder how many membranes are breached in order to perform an “average” surgery.

Fascia
Fibromyalgia
Crystal Habit (Redirected from Fiberous habit)
Fiber
Dietary Fiber
Biodegradable Waste
Tortuous
Tortuosity
Tortious Interference
Tortuosamine
What Is a Tortuous Artery?
Twisted Blood Vessels: Symptoms, Etiology and Biomechanical Mechanisms

So can we assume that there is a difference between a perforation and a cut/incision? What about a stretch or strain? Wouldn’t an incision by a laser be both a perforation and a cut? No to mention the burn(ing).

^Hanayo – Joe le Taxi^


It’s just passed noon on Saturday April 28, and I’ve not been sleeping well. I’ve been dreaming non-stop for months now, but I guess its the season change that is currently fucking me up. I went on a 5 day drinking bender last week, and it did me some good. But still not sleeping very well. Guess I’m sweating heading to Austin a bit. Leaving for Austin soon, and looking forward to it, but also kinda nervous. The dynamics of the trip have suddenly changed. I’ll survive it tho. May even have some fun.

/me shrugs

On the up side, I’ve got the fever to write.

On the down side, I’m gonna be without my computer for a while.

I guess it's time to break out the pen and paper.

OH! I’ve got three stories in the new Underdog Anthology which was published this last week.

UAV front cover all named

I guess I need to write a post on it on my own goddamn blog.

^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


Got to thinking about the referential dynamics of gene sequences the other day, and the numbers went from “ridiculous” to “incomprehensible” almost immediately.

Picture This: two identical strands of DNA. One of these strands is located in the heart, and the other is flowing within the bloodstream. Now, imagine these two strands in relation to one another. Now think about the sequence in each strand. Do the sequences remain constant? What about in relation to each other?

I mean, we are talking more about cryptography/cryptology than we are about relationships or gene sequences/gene sequencing, so what about discretion, distinction and/or discrimination? Is there potentially some magic in the spacial relationships and orientations of identical things? What about like things? Similar not same kinds of things?

Cryptography
Discernment
Discernment of Spirits
Discrimination

So yeah, if you get two identical things together, what are they now?

Spooky action at a distance?

Or does the action always and forever need to follow a predefined path?

^Boy Harsher — Pain^

Was talking to a certain someone this week about “GUT”, and espoused that this particular pursuit is going to have to include multiple elements, and that the omission of a simultaneous “constructive/destructive” is likely why these efforts to construct a unification continues to fail and/or be elusive.

Grand Unified Theory

Whatever this “GUT” winds up being will have to have contextual nature, and I added Earth/Terra and Sun/Sol distinctions.

EX: The GUT on Earth/Terra will not be applicable on Mars, and the GUT on The Sun/Sol will differ from the GUT on Earth/Terra. We are in motion, and the only constant state appears to be that of “change” and/or “changing”, depending on where you are and when.

Perspective(s).

So yeah, there is likely a metric shitload of fucktons of galactic considerations that also need to be made. Maybe The Zodiac ain’t such a stretch afterall, eh? I mean, if these distant gamma ray bursts are suddenly of global concern because we can now see/detect them, that means that they’ve always been a concern. So I got a question for you…

Q: What’s your fucking hurry?

A: ¿?¿

Maybe if you fucks weren’t so goddamn wrapped up in the fatalistic ends of the more modern interpretations Darwinian theory/theories, you wouldn’t be so fucking anxious to win your very own Darwin Award, and take the rest of us with you in the process.

^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

Yes, I am suggesting that certain sectors of science seem to be pretty goddamn fatalistic. I mean fuck, we can get that fatalism bullshit from religion. We don’t need it from you too.

But you’re free to do what you want.

Blow it all up.

😐
^Azari & III – Hungry for the power (Jamie Jones remix)^

 My brain hurts.

Imma go get something to eat, then video the snow for anyone who wants to see it.

^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

cYacFa

^Hey Boy Hey Girl (Soulwax ‘2 Many DJ’s’ Remix)^

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Feeding time

*Yeah, I’m hungry too, Clicky… /stubs butt… Let’s get sumfin to eat…*

Dear Reader? CYL… 😉 …and have a Song ❤

Accidents ‘Appen */shrugs…*

Red universe Frank published a new post on MEROVEE yesterday, called ‘His Story‘. It’s a cracking read, Dear Reader, so I left a link, below the line, to a LoL post called ‘Epic Rap Battles of His Story‘. And as it’s actually from the past, it is, ipso facto, history 😉 Cue Selfie…

Roob with Austin on Merovee

*/lights up… Clicky, you cut off the bottom… /puffs…*

The majority of my purple shambles have been ‘disappeared’, along with the rest of Sync Miss For Him, so it’ll to fun to look at the colour afresh 😀

https://www.inverse.com/article/42176-sir-william-henry-perkin-canal-google-doodle

Diamonds come from coal, as you’re fond of saying, but so does black goo, the sort created in a scientific accident, whilst looking for some other holy grail. And it not only revolutionize an industry, it made the wearing an expensive colour more affordable. And so accessible, with all the symbolism and meaning it attracts.

Anyway I’ll save all that for the post 😀

And here we are 😀 Now, Dear Reader, you may or may not know of about the significance of the colour purple to me. It was the triple appearance/sync of ‘Purple People Eater’, something that I’d never even heard off before that Sunday in October 2012, that set me on my current crazy path. You can read about it here

*/thinks… Sew my colour scheme for MRREGactually fits?! Thank you, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Goo Gurl Doo Tell Purple People

*/drags… Aye, Clicky, purple people…*

Yesterday’s Google Doodle celebrated the 180th birthday of Sir William Henry Perkin, who in 1856 accidentally stumbled onto a method of producing purple dye, cheaply, from coal tar. He was trying to synthesize quinine, to treat malaria…

*Or a mixer, Clicky… /taps ash…*

… but ended up revolutionizing the fashion industry, creating a ‘river of colours’ and growing very rich…

Goo Gurl Doo Tell Purple Heater

*A purple heater, Clicky… /drags… How fucking syncy is that! …/blows smoke rings….*

I then noticed that in India yesterday, Sir William Henry Perkin’s 180th birthday was celebrated with a different Google Doodle… Taken together, the two images combine to make a Purple people ‘eater… 😀

*Ah, I know what you’re thinking, Clicky… /puffs…*

I’m glad I didn’t finish writing this post last night, Dear Reader, because today I spent my lunch hour in an art gallery, The Beecroft in The Hive. It’s free admission…

Southend Beecroft Gallery in the Hive Centre

… To see an Anglo-Indian exhibition of silks…

Silk River Exhibition

… And in amongst the ceiling floor length unrolled scrolls…

Silk River Scrolls Unrolled

… I spotted the ‘pure’ stuff…

Silk River Scrolls Unrolled 1

*/final drag… You’ll need to zoom in, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

Pure Quinine

Quinine! Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

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There was another exhibitions on at The Hive yesterday. One called ‘Construction‘ displayed a purple dress…

Purple Dress

… And I nearly deleted this next one butt… I think the words can be made out. I didn’t read the accompanying blurb properly whilst there, struggling and failing as it turned out to get a non-fuzzy shot, but I can just make out the name of Sir William Henry Perkin…

Fuzzy Purple Prose

Have a Song 😀