*I don’t see a dog either, Clicky…*
Howdy, Dear Reader! It’s missive time again at the LoL K Corral…
*/sniffs… Suit yourself…*
… Cade has kindly sent through a new one, packed with questions and observations on science, religion, politics and the end times…
*Or if Chauvin’s found guilty and not hung, drawn and quartered, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… We are in a fourth turning, after all…*
*Ha. I see what you did there…*
… So, not to be missed 😉
…Well, what are you waiting for?
… CAN … YOU … READ …
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Question is, who do they belong to?
The immediate thought is likely “her” because she is an adult and they appear to be on the adult-size type scalar plane. But there’s a disconnect there, for obvious reasons. Doesn’t make sense that they belong to either, but perhaps one makes more sense than the other.
No, that doesn't make sense either.
After that it kinda more becomes…what, are they. Then it kinda sinks in. So…where is your head? Or better yet, where was your head upon first encounter.
Now that we’ve got everything in both a chronological and logical order, where is your head now? I’d bet, you’re now wondering if Cade, the meek and timid Okie from Texas, is messing with your head.
As usual, just encountered a certain something completely by chance on my travels. I’ve actually already encountered quite a few certain somethings on my travels this Friday morning. Stuff that made me think.
Wanna come along for a bit and see what else I’ve seen?
What I have not seen, is scientists. That’s right, all through this lockdown and pandemic or whatever, I have not seen scientists rattling off about how great the actions taken by government(s) are, and now that we are into the vaccination stage, I’ve not seen popular and well known scientists all over the media blabbing about what you the uneducated and unwashed masses should do.
I see Anthony Fauci, and I see Neil deGrasse Tyson, but that's about it.
Are they holding the rest in reserve in case the front lines get shot down and they need an alternate? Probably. Anyway, lets go search Google for some of the more well knows scientific mouthpieces and see what they are up to. I’m just gonna go by names as they pop into my own head, starting with Lawrence Krauss.
Rut roh. Old news, but I guess that kinda explains that one. But wait…what’s this? Krauss’ name gets a mention here…
You ever notice that in horror movies, and especially supernatural horror and/or monster movies, no one ever believes in the entity in question, be it a ghost or god or monster or creature or alien or whatever weird entity…that is, they don’t believe, until the fucker shows up. Yeah they’ve heard this thing exists, they figure its legend, so they get the bright idea to go looking for it, and yep, sure as shit it or they or whatever…
Just wondering if all these acts of creating disbelief could in fact be engines driving a helluva lot of people right onto the pathways that will firmly put them in believers category. Getting them in line for some face-time with the Almighty, or at a minimum maybe one of their agents or some other flunky. And the best part is, that only a few lambs need to be sacrificed so that the rest of the population is kept informed that this mystical something is indeed still around, and not a good idea to fuck with it nor seek it.
I've gotten off topic.
Church numbers falling during a global pandemic and global lockdown? NO WAI!!! Let’s take a peek at Richard Dawkins and see where he comes up in the headlines.
Well fuck…that ain’t nCoV-2019 related…is it?
On a related note, and whilst we are thinking weapons and weaponization, lemme pass this along…
Yeah, doesn’t matter what it is nor what it does, everything from Tide-Pods to telekinesis can and will be weaponized. Let’s move on to someone out on the fringe, Seth Shostak.
Nothing much recent from Seth based upon a Google News search for his name. Perhaps I should add “covid” to the mix and see what that gives me.
Oh yeah, I forgot about that bit. Another distraction in the hunt for scientists who are being mouthpieces for the establishment. Lets try Michio Kaku.
Physicist Michio Kaku Believes We Will Soon Find Alien Life, But Contacting Them Would be A “Terrible Idea”
Meh. Looks like he’s got too much going on with his TV show and new book to be worried about COVID. Let’s check out Brian Cox and see what he might be saying about COVID.
Hrm…I guess maybe the core is indeed holding up the status quo whilst others are pushed forward to talk about this current pandemic. Not too smart to put all your eggs in one basket. Let us check one last dude whilst you sit there all befuddled as to why I’ve not singled out any female scientists that you’ve likely never heard of. The last dude we shall check is Jim Al-Khalili.
The week in radio and podcasts: The Life Scientific; The Listening Service; Witness History: CulturePlanB
At the bottom of that last article, The Guardian informs me that I’ve read 6 articles in the last year.
I'm being watched.
Question now is, sometime in the future, am I gonna be tested on how well I absorbed the information from those 6 Guardian articles that I (according to them) allegedly read?
Here’s the real question, cupcake…
Q: Why should I give one single shred of a fuck what some cosmologist, astronomer or physicist thinks about coronavirus/COVID-19/nCoV-2019?
A: Where are all the rock-star physicians at?
Where are all the rock star medical doctors, virologists, chemists, botanists, biologists, anthropologists, historians? Wear dey at, huh? My guess is gonna be that those who likely could be (or should be) speaking out have signed so goddamn many NDAs with so goddamn many interests that they can’t even comment on the weather without getting fired, sued and/or suicided, let alone comment on this SARS-CoV-2 virus thingie. Hundreds of trillions of dollars hang in the balance here. Don’t need some poison pill fucking up the works.
Here’s an interesting one for you to chew on…
…or at least, it’s an interesting thought to me. Wanna hear why?
OK, fine...you've talked me into it.
Supposedly, the only unforgivable sin (according to The Bible) is rejection of the Holy Spirit. One would think this means that when the Holy Spirit shows up, you do what it instructs you to do…no questions asked. Thing is tho, there appear to be all kinds of entities floating around out there in the realms of what I call “Else”. The ether or the spiritual realms or whatever. Anything that isn’t some tangible and understandable something, is “Else”, and it is supposedly brimming with entities and interests of all kinds.
But here, in our time and times, is where things get even more slippery. We, live in times when “psychic communication is almost commonplace. Satellite, radio, telephone, television, microwave/cellular, cable, Internet, cinemas, books, newspapers, magazines, flyers, mail, signs, billboards, bumper stickers, t-shirts, product packaging, not to mention all kinds of crazy stuff being worked on, in secret, by interests of all kinds, that you/I haven’t a clue about and likely never will. Hell, even things as “simple” as electricity, running water, gas and availability of products/supplies at local markets and retailers can be considered communication pathways because you are transmitted information when a something that was previously available is no longer available. All kinds of ways for ideas and information to get into your head, all kinds of ways for ideas to get into you, and ultimately these things will effect your spirit. They will affect your thinking and your feeling.
A question that I personally have wrestled with is “how would you know?” Meaning…if some spirit or entity whatever, showed up (in…person?*), and started communicating directly with me, how in the hell am I to know that they are who they say they are? How am I in any way equipped to deal with what is happening and why? I can tell you what society would say…
Society: Dude, you’re fucking crazy!
Simple. You’ve had a psychotic break, your brain is malfunctioning, and it’s just making things up.
Now, I mention this because, were I to encounter some less-than-standard type of entity, I am pretty much on my own. I cannot rely on anyone but myself. I cannot lean on anyone. I cannot tell anyone, and I mean NO ONE…because if I do, I’m instantly gonna be branded a loon, and things in my life are about to get even more complex because I’m likely gonna be thrown into “the system”. And we all know both how great that system is, and what we think of those that wind up in it. You are now branded a crazy, for life…marked. Everything you knew, is gone. And we don’t want that now do we?
Yep, yer on yer own.
Might wanna hit the public library and/or book stores and be discrete about seeking help. Just, keep in mind that agencies of all kinds from all nations are watching those publications and making note of who is reading what. Heh, heh, heh…we live in interesting times in that all kinds of folks are having all kinds of vague encounters with those seeking information, eh?
So now, we’ve decided that maybe its best to go dry. We’ll work with what we have in our own personal databanks.
Q: Who do predators seek?
A: Rut roh...
If you’ve any education of any kind, you likely know that predators seek the weak and the sick. The vulnerable and the clueless. Those who aren’t paying attention or have made some kind of mistake.
OH THE HUMANITY!!! I am completely and totally fucked!!! I’m under some kind of psychic and/or spiritual attack because I’m weak or sick or stupid or just plain ol’ wasn’t paying attention! Maybe all that!!! Wait…sanctuary. That’s what I need…I need some kind of sanctuary!!!
CHURCH!!! Get your ass to church!!! But wait…which one?!?!!?? Churches are made up of warring factions who all think that they, and only they, have all the answers!!! And what about religions?!?? Holy shit are there a shitton of them. Which one actually does have the answers I seek?!?!?!?
I’m desperate here. I don’t have time for all that. Some kind of creature from another dimension is pestering the fuck out of me and putting all kinds of weird ideas into my head, and I need help RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!
W: What are you on about?
Cade: Just taking another trip down the evaluation highway.
W: Don’t you mean, reevaluation highway?
Cade: Same thing. Same roadway. Just because I’ve been down the same road before, doesn’t mean the road itself is the same.
W: Trying to be clever?
Cade: No. Just pointing out that each and every pass down “the same road” isn’t the same. No telling what you might see.
W: Like re-watching a movie or rereading a book.
Cade: Or similar.
W: Similar, not same.
Cade: Or maybe even same but not similar.
W: Or maybe not similar, not same.
Cade: Could be. Books get revised, movies get edited, and same roadways change.
W: In effect making them neither similar nor same.
Cade: Correct, I too have likely changed. My environment has potentially changed.
W: New 65 inch ultra high definition television, new Blu-ray player, new ultimate-supreme collectors edition of the movie on Blu-ray Disc, 7.2 wireless surround sound audio system, new couch…
Cade: New girlfriend. New start. New, new, new. So, yeah, not similar not same.
W: Your roadway has changed. But it’s still the same movie.
Cade: Sorta. And yet not at all the same.
Kinda weird to think about the concept of “a slow poisoning of the mind”, and especially as it relates to learning and growing. In this instance, someone is putting forward that to consume anything non-scriptural is to poison oneself. In effect, one could argue that this someone is making the case for there to be but a single publication in existence…The Holy Bible. I already have a question regarding that…
Q: Which one?
I dunno how many versions of The Holy Bible there are, but there are a bunch. Getting the wrong one, or listening to someone teach from the wrong one, could doom your soul to eternal damnation. I wonder if pastors get kickbacks from the publisher for recommending their version.
Here’s a really weird kink in that paradigm from above.
Quite a few published works there, and I didn’t have to go very far at all to find some stuff that wanders off into conjecture and opinion.
What I’m wondering about here is when one makes a distinction between that which is church policy, and that which is “scriptural”, and even that which is personal opinion. What about that which is social and those things that are financial? “Pilgrim’s Progress” features heavily in that writing, and I dunno if I personally would consider anything in either of these works as “scriptural” just because a Bible verse is quoted here and there. But here’s where things get really funky. The Bible contains stories of all kinds. Historical events, tales, parables, all kinds of adventures and weird happenings.
Q: Are my own stories and adventures worthless because they are not documented in The Bible, and what exactly may have God had in mind when they stopped writing and shut the book, yet life continued?
A: I missed the show.
I was born at the wrong time. I did not walk with the prophets, hence, I guess I gotta just do my best to relive their bullshit in my own time(s) instead of living my own life and finding my own way in my own times as they did. Gotta establish my own walk with God. Find my own feet.
I'm stumbling like crazy here. This is fucking nuts to think about.
They, did not have a Bible. How in the fuck did they make it through living their lives “according to scripture” in those times when there was no scripture? Certainly not the scripture we have today.
Ah yes…reliance upon the priests. If you want your scripture, and you wanna know what is/is not scriptural, gotta go to the priests. They’re the ones with the books and the backing of the church(es).
…is that a volcano in the background I see? And is that tea, and doesn’t tea contain caffeine? I bet that photographer went through hell setting up that shot. Gotta be at the right spot, at the right time of day, and everything in your life has to run smoothly in order for that to happen. Gotta have the correct permissions to be there, gotta have the right weather, and you gotta have the right staff, gotta have the right equipment. You did remember to bring everything, right? Did I? I can’t remember.
Coffee...you need coffee. Strong coffee and lots of it.
So yeah…calm. That calm. Calm like the calm depicted in the photo. Fuck yes my mind can be that motherfucking calm! What the hell are you on about regarding calm minds looking like a caffeine factory next to a goddamn volcano?!?!?!?
btw…i 4 got to mentions
HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE!!!
…we interrupt this previously joyous occasion for the M-F/9-5 working public with a special news bulletin.
Please stand by….
I wonder what the percentage of people who work Monday thru Friday and 9 AM to 5 PM actually is. Like, compared to those who work other shifts/other days. Hell, some of us are on the clock 24 hours a day, 365/366 days a year. And to think even further on the subject, the phrase “9 to 5” implies permanent, full-time employment. No afternoon shifts, no swing shifts, no graveyard shifts, is not part-time work, is not temporary work, is not seasonal work, is not occasional nor as/when needed work, no weekends, no overtime, no split days nor split days off, no rotating days, no rotating hours, off work on all holidays, just straight up 40-hour work week, 8 hours per day Monday thru Friday from 9 AM to 5 PM with likely a paid lunch and possibly two paid breaks of 1 morning and 1 afternoon, off work on Saturdays and Sundays, and a minimum of two weeks of paid vacation every year. What percentage of people in the US of A have a job like that anymore? Ya think anyone else in the world is thinking about stuff like this? If so, ya think maybe Google might could point us to some information?
Less than 2%? Answer #2 says they’ve run some numbers based upon US Census data and come up with 1.9% of Americans work 9 to 5 based upon a start-time window between 8:45 AM and 9:09 AM? Jesus that’s fucking horrifying sounding. Tell me we aren’t living in a time when the unions are dead.
Answer #5 says that 31% of Americans work a 40 hour work week, but that’s not really indicative as to when they are working those 40 hours. Working 9-5 is a helluva long way from working from 3 PM to 11 PM or working 10 PM one day to 6 AM the next day. Shifts like that don’t provide an individual with much time for doing much of anything except either preparing for, or recovering from, work. No telling what days you might have off either, and for those poor folks working the graveyard shifts, having off on a certain day doesn’t always mean you’ll actually be off on that day because YOUR days start at night.
I found that out the hard way when I worked a midnight shift for 4 months. I was off on Fridays and Saturdays, sure…but my Sunday started at 11 PM on Saturday night. In effect, I wasn’t off on Saturdays at all because I had to be rested and ready for work by 11 PM Saturday night. I basically got 1 day off per week…Friday. The rest of the time was preparing for and coping with the rigors of working all night, trying like hell to sleep during the day, and also trying to stay well, healthy and not die in the process.
(and keep my fucking job/do it well)
…no coincidence, they say. Lemme do a little copy/paste for anyone too lazy to go read the article.
Research shows the timing of these incidents isn’t likely a coincidence, Slutkin said, since the more people see violence and take it in as “normal” the more likely they are to commit violence themselves. “We know historically there is a strong copycat phenomenon with high-profile mass shootings,” Dr. Jonathan M. Metzl, Director of the Center for Medicine, Health, and Society at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, told Insider. “And so when there’s one in the news it tends to spur a number of copycat events, so people feel a contagion effect. One leads to another, leads to another.” “This is a lot of people who are on edge having the means to do something and seeing that other people are doing it,” he added.
Kinda like rushing to get “vaccines”. Or wearing masks. Or shaming others for not being part of the herd and going with the flow. Or joining TikTok or some other social media something. Or starting your own podcast. Or buying a hot stock. Or getting some hot new merch. Or watching some hot new show. Or going to a rally or protest for some hip new activist something. Or jumping on any and every new trend that may just lead to you gaining some notoriety or standing out in some way so one can feel good about themselves. Hell, is there anything at all on this planet, in our time(s), that is not driven by some kind of copycat mentality? Speaking of copycats…
I’m being a copycat right now by commenting on this. Being trendy. Being current. Being hip.
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Cats coping with...the unknown?
Making the unknown known is…tricky. There’s a permanence to everything we do. Everything goes on your permanent record. Gotta make each and every decision count, and most importantly, we need feedback. So considering that familial, friends and work/professional peers type of support is gonna be difficult and perhaps even impossible in obtaining, how does one obtain feedback regarding the decisions that we make? Is it possible that sometimes you just gotta go public? Lemme relate a bit here for those who might be a shade lost as to what I mean.
Speaking of feedback, you know that “customer satisfaction” card that is in the packaging when you buy some new something? But the thing is, they usually want you to fill the survey out and return it within 15 to 30 days of purchase. You just bought the fucking thing, it probably works out of the box, so of course those who take the time to fill it out are likely gonna give the product some high marks.
Q: Why do companies not ask you to fill it out and send it one or two or even five or more years after you bought it?
A: Heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh ha hee haw har har har and a tee hee hee too.
They want feedback that is gonna give them ways to get new suckers to make initial purchases, not information that is gonna create loyal customers who come back again and again because your products are great. The market(s) for most products are as such that customers don’t have much of a choice in the first place, and retailers are gonna make those choices even more thin. If you want a certain item, and the company can stay in business, they’re likely to get you again and again even if they are pumping out complete shit.
When you have a problem, to whom do you turn?
When you have a problem, why do you have to turn to anyone?
Who the fuck told you that, when you have a problem, you must turn to others?
If a carnivorous insect takes a shit on my tomato, my tomato is no longer considered vegan. Wait…what in the hell am I even talking about…insects are now vegan. It’s all about the protein…
who gives a fuck where it comes from.
I guess someone got the message that any, and I man ANY, processed food, is likely to contain insect matter of some kind. Pretty sure there are even regulations which specifically allow for a certain percentage of processed foods to contain insect and other unexpected/unintended matter. Sure, you can try and be super-accurate screening out the beetle poop, dead ants, moth eggs, mouse whiskers and pheasant feathers, but you cannot get it all. Exceptions must be made, otherwise, commerce suffers. If commerce suffers, nothing is produced, money does not change hands, people go hungry, illnesses crop up, and wars of all kinds loom large in the wings.
Are you really gonna tell me that there are people in the world who do not know what civil defense sirens going off in non-stormy conditions means? Cause if it ain’t stormy, and the sirens are going off, it means only 1 of 2 things.
1: The system is being tested;
That’s it. Civil Defense sirens only sound during storms where a funnel cloud or tornado has been sighted, when the system is being tested, or when the nukes and/or bombers are inbound.
Funny that, upon hearing the siren, they direct me to check my local media. I don’t even own a fucking television.
And so endeth another. More time wasted…another day or two or three or so, gone. Nothing learned. Nothing gained. Nothing to show for our time. Nothing at all. Although…it’s now Monday, and humans are launching UFOs on Mars.
My entire life, Martians have been slinging UFOs our way. I’ve lived long enough to see the tides turn. 19 April, 2021…humans launched a flying object on Mars. My divorce was final 4 years ago today.
Until next time, Dear Reader. Have a Song…
*Nice! Good choice of Song to start, Clicky…*
Dear Reader, I had a dream this week in which Cade Fon Apollyon told me something. Something important…
*Oh shit! That was the soundtrack to that dream, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… I woke up humming it…*
*Phil opines? …/taps ash… Who’da thunk it?*
… What I didn’t do at the time, something that I always do, was to visit Etymology Online to find out if ‘lucuna’ had a meaning and how its root had developed in time…
“blank or missing portion in a manuscript,” 1660s, from Latin lacuna “hole, pit,” figuratively “a gap, void, want,” diminutive of lacus “pond, lake; hollow, opening” (see lake (n.1)). The Latin plural is lacunae. The word has also been used in English from c. 1700 in the literal Latin sense in anatomy, zoology, botany. The adjectival forms have somewhat sorted themselves: Mathematics tends to use lacunary (1857), natural history lacunose (1816), and lacunar (n.) is used in architecture of paneled ceilings (1690s), so called for their sunken compartments. Leaving lacunal (1846) for the manuscript sense.
*Sign language? Interesting – I think of synchromysticism as sign language for the def…*
… Then yesterday, a new missive arrived in my inbox! No. #168, one that Cade wrote on the 13th January 2021, but only sent yesterday. He explained his reason for the delay, butt I shall not divulge it here…
*’Cos it’s no one’s fuckin’ bidness, butt his own, Clicky…*
… Four missives from the Okie Text US Devil have been posted at the LoL in meantime, however…
… Doo go take a look. Or not. As always, Dear Reader, that decision is entirely up to you. Now here is Cade’s lacuna missive.
Greetings fellow humans, humanoids, and other assorted entities residing in gravity. My name is Cade F.O.N Apollyon, and I would like to welcome you to this edition of “Missive From ‘Merica”. My co-hosts are RooBeeDoo, her assistant Clicky, and by the time you read this they have likely formatted and polished this particular writing of mine to a high shine.
You should know from the start here that I have made a decision to take the writing in a different direction today, as it would appear that some consider my writing as terse. Acerbic. Vulgar. Dirty. Offensive. Racist. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. Blasphemous. Too forward or too direct. Too cluttered, disorganized and sloppy. Too happy-go-lucky and freewheeling. Too loosey-goosey with the rules. Too non-standard, abstract and misty. Too vague. Too distant and nonsensical and even pointless. Too…
For your own personal peace of mind, I would like to remedy this. All of it.
With that in mind, I, today, shall take my first baby-steps into a new world. No longer shall I endeavor to write in such a way as to inspire you to think with your own mind and leave you with your own thoughts to make your own decisions; I shall now strive to dictate your thoughts and your thinking for you. I will strive to find all your answers for you, and then deliver them to you. I shall strive to add my own voice to that of the echo chamber. I shall join the resonant drone so as to add more power to the socially acceptable mantra(s). Perhaps my finally joining the throng will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and this whole mess will, finally, and completely, self-destruct.
Thank you for putting me on the path. Thank you for showing me the light. Thank you for saving me from myself for your own benefit.
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Last night’s dream was terrible. I could get nothing right. Everything I did was wrong: was clumsy, was awkward, everything I touched ended in complete disaster. The worst part about the dream though? I remembered it when I awoke. I already get everything wrong in my waking life. ‘Tis a shame that I am now getting it wrong in my dreams.
No stranger to dreams here. Dreams are a regular part of my life, dreaming is a regular and frequent occurrence, and they are always strange in that they always seem to be completely detached from reality. There are very real things in them sure, but they always, I mean always, take a strange turn that is so completely unexpected that the reality within the dream is shattered.
I have been dreaming every night, without fail, ever since around July/August of 2019. The thing is, I’ve started to not remember my dreams very much, which is highly unusual for me personally.
Alas, I must bail out of this section. I must digress and write something else.
I was going to regale you, the reader, with the all of the details and specifics of last night’s dream, but I have completely lost my nerve. My shyness has kicked in, self-preservation mode has been activated, I’ve lost my train of thought, and I’m far too fearful at this point to share my dream with you for fear of being thought of as a complete freak. My courage has left me.
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Should dance be considered a martial art? Strange question, but I must ask it. It would help some if you, the reader, has an understanding of what a martial art is.
Martial arts are codified systems and traditions of combat practiced for a number of reasons such as self-defense; military and law enforcement applications; competition; physical, mental, and spiritual development; entertainment; and the preservation of a nation’s intangible cultural heritage.
Disarming. Dance, dances and dancing are disarming. There are a great many people, in the world, right now, doing dances, in order to disarm people. Making an effort to get the masses to drop their guard or lower their weapons. Molding the hearts and minds of individuals, in the moment, so as to get them to behave in a way that is more conducive to that which suits the dancer’s purpose. And that is the purpose of the dance: to focus a certain specific energy in a certain specific direction.
Typically, I’d think a dancer would want anyone watching to be pleased. Sure, the dancer wants to express themselves, and dance is the art form they’ve chosen as a medium for this expression, but they are going to want others to like their efforts. They are going to want to be accepted and garner approval from others. They are going to want to know that their time in learning to dance has been well spent. The audience has fallen under your spell, and will now behave according to your wishes.
With that, I must question that which is a martial art, which is typically not considered a martial art. Question those things that allow an individual to command and control a situation. Why? I’ve began to ponder the idea that if dance can be considered a martial art, so too can theatre. So now I must question the nature of theatre. I must question my preconceived notions about what is and is not theatre.
Is a street performance to be construed as theatre? Is a public gathering to be considered a street performance?
Is a riot to be considered a street performance?
Is giving a briefing outside of 10 Downing Street to be considered a street performance?
Is “a mass shooting” to be considered a street performance?
Is a reporter reporting from the site of some event to be considered a street performance?
Is all of that theatre? Is any of it?
Is the point of theatre to titillate, excite and entertain? To rouse and/or stir emotion(s) in their audience? Furthermore, is it the point of the theatre company and players to swing these emotions for their own benefit? What does the audience get in return, and do they get their money’s worth?
Is that what this is all about? Money?
Oh my, that does not look like writing that is going to please an audience. I am putting entirely too much pressure on the reader’s shoulders. I should be giving answers instead of asking questions.
Pardon me whilst I digress to a something that maybe I can hold a thought on.
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Not being fond of being told what to do, there are only two possibilities…
Uno: The person telling me what to do knows how to do what they want done, but they see the task as beneath them and they have better things to do anyway, so they farm the work out.
Dos: The person telling me what to do does not know how to do what they want done, so they farm the work out to someone else in the hopes that this other individual can figure it out.
If número uno is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, I have to consider exclusivity and mentoring factors. Does the assignor assist in the task? Or are they throwing the assignee to the wolves.
If número dos is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, you now have not one person who doesn’t know how to do a something, but two. I have to think about how many more “non knowing” individuals may be drawn into this endeavor in order to complete the task.
What I am thinking about here is the nature of enterprise. What lifts up, and what pushes down? And I must, must, consider time.
If someone assigns me the task of completing and proving the GUT (Grand Unified Theory), is it a something that can actually be done? Are we humans actually capable of both understanding and explaining the Universe in its totality?
Or is this just a time sinkhole meant to keep me occupied whilst others go off and do their own thing? A distraction in which the assignors have no real investment in the dangerous aspects seeing as how I am the one who will fail, hence all blame will rest upon my shoulders. I am inept, not the theory.
To be completely truthful, I, most of the time, do not have a problem with being told what to do. In fact, I tend to operate best in environments where I am told what to do. If I have to be self-reliant in dreaming up work for myself, I am most certainly going to be out in the fringes working on abstract things that others are likely to deem to far too distant to be relevant within the current time-frame. Leave me to my own devices, and the realms of the negligible is where you’ll find me. Splashing along the shoreline in the waters upon the far shores. The long odds. The impossible. The unknowable.
In order to be understood, I want, and perhaps need, another to tell me what to do.
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We are only just now starting to see a lot of things in our world. Things that have existed for very long times, we perhaps have heard of them, but they so stretched the imagination that we could not comprehend that such things were possible. As such, we relegate these thing to the world(s) of myth and legend. Fantasy. Tall tales. Some real something that has been so embellished upon that it doesn’t actually exist, and certainly is not as advertised.
Not so anymore.
We can fire up our own personal communication devices of all kinds, and know almost instantly what is transpiring anywhere in the world. We can also know things that are happening in our solar system, in our galaxy, and even around the Universe. Perhaps not so timely with those last three, but we can certainly know more, and quicker, than at any point in our known history. We can be told, by others, what is going on, where, and maybe even why this something is happening.
I wonder sometimes how well you yourself interpolate information. Not interpret – interpolate. Although the two do share some concepts, there is a difference between the two. Alas, because of my new paradigm, I can no longer provide links to definitions for your consideration. I guess I am, again, gonna have to digress, and you’re just gonna have to do all the legwork yourself if you wanna figure out where I was going with all of this.
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With everyone being sick and tired of lockdown, one thing that it has achieved, which most may not think about, is that transmission by hand has almost certainly been curtailed. And I’m not talking about transmission of disease(s) by hand either, I’m talking about the transmission of data and information by hand.
Perhaps give a few short moments to consider the last time you saw anything at all via the press about any “terrorist” anything.
This is supposedly how most terrorist groups transfer their information…by hand. Circumvents all those electronic snoopers that have gotten so damn good at monitoring anything and everything. I’d imagine that lockdown has made any “terrorist” organization(s) have to rethink their information channels and adapt. And this lockdown has likely also changed the dynamics of leakers and how they operate. You may be able to still grab sensitive or classified info, but getting the info elsewhere on some physical media just got really difficult.
I’m sure lockdown has had the effect of giving surveillance networks some really unique insight as to how data moves/is moving when they have more or less of a monopoly on the information channels.
I just started to re-read that section and have noticed that I am, yet again, slipping right back into my old writing style. Putting that comfortable clothing on. Returning to my natural ragamuffin state.
Learning to express yourself in a way that is pleasing to others is rough.
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Sick … and tired … of lockdown. The cure is the sickness.
I will be seeing you around.
Have a Song, Dear Reader… 😉
Good news, Dear Reader 😀 I have finally, finally finished and submitted my story for Underdog Anthology XIV…
*Something like that, Clicky…*
… I still have to find a dead poet’s poem to mutilate for the Afterword, but Leggy is hoping to publish the new volume in the next week or so, and I will then post ‘Walk I, With You’ for you here at the LoL…
*Yeah, I used an image from the story for that tweet…*
…Right now, however, we have a new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Text Us Devil, on the subject of synchronicity/synchromysticism. If you have any interest in the subject whatsoever, it’s not to be missed. And even if you don’t, it’s a bloody good read anyway.
Scroll on, Dear Reader, scroll on…
… And enjoy! ❤
Captain….CAPTAIN, Jack Sparrow.
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Did you know that, according to Google Translate, “tur” is German for “door”?
Did you know that “TUR” is the NASDAQ ticker for some fund based on Turkish equities?
Welp...now you know.
Open some doors.
A holy crusade should be started. A holy crusade to eliminate all evildoers on the entire planet. That way, when all evildoers are dead, only the good will remain. So, if I survive these purges, that means I too, am good.
Well, there will still be murderers left because the good who killed all the bad are still alive. And I guess there will still be thieves because the murderers took something that did not belong to them. And there will be liars because all of this murder and theft was predicated upon there being no more evildoers left in the world.
We're right back to where we started.
Hrm… maybe it would be best to skip all those shenanigans and just leave things more or less as they are?
This time a year ago (April 2020/when the lockdown started) oil dropped to $11.26 per bbl and gasoline prices fell through the floor. Now, it’s back up to over $60 per bbl, and it’s being projected that by summer/fall of 2021, oil will be up to around $80 per bbl. Oil hasn’t been over $80 per bbl since October of 2014.
Hrm…relying on nCoV-2019 vaccinations, to rally demand for oil. I wonder what other types of things those in the market are relying upon nCoV-2019 vaccinations to rally. Further have to wonder if people aren’t getting vaccinated, does that mean the rallies aren’t gonna happen? I wonder if rich people/powerful people get rowdy when they want they want a rally to happen, but it doesn’t. Do they riot, and if so, how and where do they riot/tear shit up?
The concept of teaching Synchronicity is an interesting one. Teach people how to recognize and observe the phenomena. My experience has been that Synchronicity cannot be taught. If you start pointing weird shit out, people are initially going to query you as to how you saw such a small and insignificant event. Over time, they will start to look at you really fucking strangely.
They may go so far as to accuse you of being the engine that is driving this phenomenon because it only seems to happen when you are around. Or at least, you are the only one that seems to be able to see this stuff, no one else seems to catch it, although yes, once you point it out, they see it too. Maybe at this point it’s important to point out that “seeing” (to me anyway) is one of the more overrated parts of the experience. It may sometimes be a smell, or a sound, or a feeling, or even an aggregate of sensory input that generates a deja vu type of vibe, except with synchronicities the feeling is more like you’re experiencing something that has already happened in the future rather than re-experiencing a something that has happened in the past.
I’m getting off-track…lemme get back on topic. It is likely possible to teach one to recognize Synchronicity, but I’d think an interest on the part of the learner is gonna be necessary.
Seriously…who in the hell wants to be an observer?
A: Fucking no one.
You don’t wanna be in the stands, you wanna be on the field, be in the game. You wanna be making things happen, not be at the whims of chance and just standing their helpless as events unfold because of those who are actually participating and driving things.
Glory. Glory!!! BUCKETLOADS OF GLORY!!!
You want it. You want them.
This is really just me vocalizing my ineptitude at figuring out how one teaches another to be a good observer. How to develop your communication skills so as to be able to be accurate in expressing yourself and relating events to 3rd parties. But to be honest, when it comes to synchronicity, anyone who seeks you out for help is likely to already be either a novice or perhaps even intermediate due to the nature of synchronicity. You were just minding your business one day, and suddenly, the Universe grabbed you by the nape of the neck and chunked your sorry ass into the deep end, and that was the first and last time you could ever be qualified as a “beginner”. Its all uphill from there, and chances are you possess tools you didn’t even know you had before this journey even started.
It is with all that in mind that I reiterate…the concept of teaching Synchronicity is an interesting one. Maybe its not about teaching as much as it is about learning. Maybe even sharing. Maybe there’s an equality type of trait nested within where the teacher and student hats are always and forever interchangeable. There are no masters, there is only mastery.
Some people are probably gonna REALLY dislike such a concept.
No room for advancement.
No way to become a name.
No way to become a face.
What does your face look like anyway?
DATABASE FOR HUMAN TRAINING a glimpse into the databases used by artificial intelligence-Animated Gifs
Hey…you’ve always wanted to get to know people. That must also mean you want people to get to know you. Welp, they are. Problem is, there may not be a whole lotta reciprocation going on.
They, know you. You, are not them.
You may have to suspend disbelief if you listen to this next song.
Just hang in there...you will reach the “wtf?!?” part soon enough.
SO! For those who journeyed into that video, and stuck with it long enough to reach the “wtf?!?” moment, lets us see some of the more or less boring mechanics of how some sweet little soft-spoken pixie learns to summon and master the dark vocal forces of hell.
Is that misogynist of me? Sexist? Referring to a person who I do not know nor have any sort of relationship with as “a sweet little soft-spoken pixie”? To be fair, she was/is singing to me. Or at me.
Prolly not that much different than anything else. You want to learn to do something, you see how others do it, then you practice, practice, practice.
I admit that when I watched that Jinjer/Pisces video, I did not believe what I was hearing. The video is supposedly live, but if you are as old as I am and have been around the musical block a few times, you learn that a “live” recording is…well, not necessarily as “live” as they say it is. Most of the time a “live” recording has been sent back to the engineers for cleanup, and many of the nuances of a live performance have been removed. Also need to point out that electronic vocal processing has reached the point to where there is virtually nothing that one cannot do digitally. So I had to ask myself…
”Wait, let’s say that they are heaping a shitload of vocal processing on her voice in order to make her sound like a man. Is that really any different than some pop diva using autotune, so that she never hits any sour notes? Or even putting a reverb or delay or EQ or compression or some other effect on a more or less clean voice?”
I used to sometimes run my own voice straight into a distortion pedal to get my voice to sound like I wanted. Yep, plugged the microphone directly into a distortion pedal made for guitar. Lolz (true story) Screaming is hard on the voice. Talk to any USMC drill instructor, and chances are their voice sounds like rocks in a woodchipper from all of that screaming.
With all this in mind, I went back and watched the Jinjer/Pisces video again, and I watched nothing but her lips and her throat, and tried to keep her posture in my periphery so I could see what her diaphragm was doing. I also tried to listen for any hints of more or less “female” sounding tones embedded within the signal I was hearing. I heard some. Also, the video angles and cuts are as such that it is damn rough to look for those tiny accentuations in the face and neck which reveal connections to certain tones. I still doubt as to whether she is actually producing these sounds.
So let’s do this…lets see if we can find a something where they are live live…like on-stage live at a concert, and see if it still looks disconnected.
FUCK!!! She’s now got a goddamn huge neck tattoo obscuring everything!!!
That certainly doesn’t help seeing whether or not veins are popping out in her neck, nor does it make it easy to see what the larynx is doing. So now I have to go back and listen to both the studio live and concert live versions, bounce back and forth and see just how similar the screamed/growled parts are. They do sound similar, but not in a Milli Vanilli/lipsyncing kind of way as much of a “how does the vocal tones of the live studio version sound so damn close to the on-stage live version?” kind of way. Are we learning to learn how to learn about strange coincidences yet?
Fuck this…let,s get the straight dope right out of the growler’s mouth.
Formed a new band last week.
Avant Garde Fart Cracklings
Our first album “Crispy Burnt Leftovers In The Bottom Of The Pan” should drop soon. Which reminds me…
if Sulfur smelled like apple blossoms, would farts be more popular?
Do you prefer to know the secret behind the magician’s tricks, or are you just here for the magic? Or both?
It is nice to be able to control others. Especially to control the magician.
The fog days of summer are rapidly approaching.
Frog days of summer...that is.
Ever since this “Q” or “QAnon” stuff has fallen on its face and its followers have gotten all grumpy and discombobulated, it has been quite amazing to see just how quickly the “Disclosure” peeps have also turned on their own masters.
Which reminds me, I watched a documentary the other day called “Alien Reptilian Legacy”.
I’m not exactly big on pointing out certain physical features nor making derogatory type comparisons, but holy FUCK! As soon as David Icke appeared, I was like…”damn, that dude appears to be physically turning into the very thing that he hates…a Reptilian.” Besides that, the documentary was pretty fucking boring tho. Not to mention that the whole Reptilian thing is muddy as fuck since some seem to think that the Reptilians are the good guys, Greys are the bad guys, and others think the opposite. (Greys = Good, Reptilians = Bad) Um…I’ve never seen a Reptilian. Nor a Grey. Nor any other fucking extraterrestrial as far as that goes. Seen some goddamn freaky-assed human weirdos come out of the Ufology community, but never seen an alien. Cept via the wizardry of books, film and television. Which reminds me, its been a while since I checked to see how many alien species are now said to reside on Earth/Terra. I think last time I checked, there was around 78 different aliens visiting from 78 different planets. Lets see if any new aliens have landed.
Fucking hell…that list sucks balls.
That’s from over three years ago, and it don’t help me much.
That’s more along the lines of what I’m looking for in that it’s timely, but that’s just projections from a more or less legit entity in the scientific community (SETI). I need an updated list of the honest-to-God extraterrestrial beings that are currently hanging their space hats on Earth.
GAH!!! That’s more capitalist wet market bullshit. I need aliens with space ships and phasers and warp drives and cloaking devices and chicks with three tits and other assorted technological advances.
Black, Grey and Watch Lists of alien species in the Czech Republic based on environmental impacts and management strategy
More markets? Blacks and Greys?
If anything, that list is missing aliens.
I cannot read much of that article because it is behind a paywall. Which, hey…remember at carnivals where a certain amount of money would get you inside of the tent, but if you wanted to keep going to the various shows inside, you had to pay additional? They tempt you with all those banners, but the truth is that the fee to get in the door is only one fee of many. You then get shown the exit, your funds are depleted, and you’re not exactly sure what in the fuck just happened nor what you actually got for your cash.
I got yet another question for you to chew on…
Q: Where do the disaffected go?
A: ?? ( o ) ( o ) ??
They’ve rebelled, gone their own way, found their own path…but are they welcomed back and nestled into the bosom of mamma’s embrace when everything collapses? Make no mistake, “they” want you as part of their team. They’ll split, divide and set you assunder via any and all means in order to get you into the fold. Build a something up, and tear it right the fuck back down so you have nowhere else to go. Has an air of demonstrating and reinforcing who the rightful owners are…eh? Have any idea what I’m talking about here?
Q: Who owns the Universe and everything in it?
A: ? ó¿ó ?
You’re on your own in answering this one. Maybe if you weren’t fighting like hell to get these fuckers on a pedestal, you wouldn’t find yourself fighting like hell to get them off.
Get them off…the pedestal. Not like get them off get them off. Although…you are getting off getting them on, and, getting off getting them off.
Sounds like you are getting the better end of the deal.
Lets us take a spin around The Synchrosphere, yeah? Been a long time since I’ve done that, so lets see if we can see what the synchromystics/synchronauts are up to.
NOTE: Just because you aren’t one of the popular kids in the popular cliques doesn’t make what you do any less important. There are likely metric-mega-fucktons of people out there doing their thing who have no idea that “The Synchrosphere” is even a thing. They just keep on chugging, keep digging, keep learning, irrespective of what the cool kids are doing. Many of them prolly aren’t trying to carve out their own niche either. Just slogging through the craziness and trying to figure out what they are doing right and what they are doing wrong.
Lemme break out of that “note” and give a coupla examples of what I mean.
Now, I’ve seen a lot of stuff like that over time. They seem to be under the impression that they are completely alone, the only source of “truth”, and all this stuff they are seeing is driving them bonkers because they are shouting into the void and no one seems to be heeding their warnings. But at the same time, this individual does appear to be trying prove something, as well as trying to carve out their own niche because they seem to think that getting “Twitter Verified” will make everything they say and do OK. Validation by the very system(s) they seem to be at odds with, will, I guess, make their predictions more mostest trueerist of all because the message is getting out to millions instead of just a few hundred and people are actually listening! Or something. Maybe its a matter of money. Getting paid to do what you do is a helluva validation in our world and times.
The Moose, or BuckoTheMoose. I cannot speak for them, but I would imagine they would almost assuredly NOT consider themselves a Synchronaut. It’s probable he doesn’t even know what in the hell Synchromysticism even is (not that anyone else does either…heh). Hell, they could be the high priest of synchronicity for all I know.
I do kinda know “The Moose”, however. He’s a cool cat, but also very outspoken/pulls no punches. I’ve never really spoken with him about anything “spiritual”, nor have I seen him mention anything along the lines of more mainstream types of spiritual stuff. He appears to like cars, good beer, good cigars, is laid back, astute, has a great sense of humor, so yeah I guess he’s all about spiritual stuff. Just maybe not the same spiritual virtue signaling type bullshit that the herd considers to be spiritual. You know, spiritual virtue signaling…
- like getting all dressed up in your religious uniform(s);
- going to virtue display barn (church or maybe a political rally);
- join in enthusiastically with the virtue signaling chants;
- nod approvingly (but otherwise keep your piehole shut) as the messages from on high are delivered;
- fall on your face and cry and wail for acceptance by the pure and holy;
- maybe even get to rub palms with a few of the elite…
you know, virtue signaling.
The Moose may not be your typical Synchronaut, but they’re a cog in the wheel. Not only that, they are their own wheel. A voice. Their voice. To exclude them would be tragic.
OK!!! So, enough of trying to figure out the synchronistic forces and dynamics at work on our planet, and lets off to see what the big guns are up to.
Up first is…
Yes, that’s right…the Synchromysticism Forums are BACK!!!
I admit that I’ve known for some time that these forums were there, but I further admit I’ve not given it much of a look. It appears that only one person posts there (Peg from the old whatchacallit forums), and a lot of it appears to be only reposts of news stories…all of which are separated by the same ad over and over where someone is plugging “astrological mini-readings” for $50 via cellphone text message. The forums layout is confusing, the giant pictures in the Table of Contents make no sense, and the whole place seems to be more about “Q” and “Truthers” than they seem to be about Synchronicity and/or Synchromysticism.
Now, is it possible that the one person who is making all the posts over there is actually a community account shared by several people? Sure. Maybe they’ve decided to take a 4Chan type approach to administration in order to bundle everything under a single moniker, so that the reader has no idea who is posting what. But even if that is so, as of the time of this writing, the forums only has 1046 posts in 575 topics, and there are only 11 registered members.
Not gonna be much discussion going on with only 11 registered members when only one of those registered users appears to speak. The forum layout also seems to be structured in such a way to discourage discourse. Topics are WAY to detailed and specific, there’s no readily apparent and coherent parent-child type of inheritance, and I assume the thought process here was to make moderation easier by putting all of the burden of staying on-topic on the posters.
Don't stay on topic? BANNED!!! Simple.
Very authoritarian, hopelessly rigid and completely counter-intuitive to the erratic and unpredictable nature of Synchronicity. I can only assume that the goal is to amass useful and usable information. Actionable lists of worthwhile data.
Oh well, it’s their forums, they can do whatever they please with them. As to the Evergreen Consulting/Jen Psaki thing, controlling the shipping lanes and intercepting freight is how you make money in the datastreams. Just gotta add your own node to the existing infrastructure(s).
Let’s move on to…
Spirals are syncy in my own sphere(s) as of late. This post is kinda interesting because only yesterday I crossed paths with that image above, and there’s been lots of holes and sinkhole types of things appearing on my radar. But what I’ve been mainly thinking about is a particular axis/view that is usually required to identify a spiral. Take for example the rifling within a barrel of a firearm/gun. You really need to be able to look up/down the barrel in order to best see the twist of the rifling. From the side you get more of a sine wave type of impression. But in the case of say a spiral galaxy, a side view will give the impression that there is no spiral at all. Just a cloudy more or less flat blob of a murky mess with maybe some wedge-shaped properties.
Kinda weird how the up/down of the z-axis changes based upon observer perspective in those two instances. Whatever this weird “edge” is I keep seeing tho? I can’t quite put my finger on it. I cannot tell if it’s a reset type thing where the reset somehow carries conditional types of properties over in order to exist in two places at the same time, or if there is simply a dimension that I’m missing. Perhaps there is always an inverse to the more forward types of dimensions so as to preserve information when one reaches the edge where dimensions cease to exist.
EX: The edge of the Universe.
Maybe I’m thinking too much in the micro scale and thinking too much about shrinkage instead of expansion and/or macro scale(s). Maybe the dimensions do not shrink when one reaches the edge. Maybe they expand. Maybe they both expand and shrink. Whatever it is, the typical 3/4/5/8+ types of dimensions that create our reality seem to become incoherent as a specific and succinct set. Perhaps the existence of an inverse carries an accurate enough stack of data in such a way that matter which becomes corrupt in our Universe/reality can and will remanifest itself elsewhere, all while giving the appearance of existing in two places simultaneously. Spooky action kinds of stuff that is not easily identified as such. We are, afterall, talking about more or less zero-times between extraordinarily remote/distant objects.
I can't quite put my finger on it.
Let us off to downunderland where their fall is just getting cranked up in anticipation of winter…
Brizdaz can always be counted on for having some interesting shiz, and today is no different. Looks like there’s some Synchronistic learnin’ going on there, and even tho I wrote the top bits of this post several days ago, its still kinda weird to see the connections. But hell, who am kidding. Synchronicity is nothing new, and the concept itself has likely been around since long before Jung got his hands on it. So…
Q: Where is the new?
A: Right here.
Me, you, him, her, it, they, them, us…all of this shit may be as old as dirt, but it’s new as fuck to us.
Looks like Rune Soup has a new podcast series type thingie or something…
Those vids are about an hour each so I’ll prolly forgo for the time being. Prolly won’t watch them later either because I’m lazy af.
Which reminds me…a certain someone who I shall not name (RooBeeDoo) noticed recently that a someone who hasn’t posted a blog post in a very long time had a new post up. Let’s saunter over there.
SynchoMiss has posted on her blog for the first time in like 4 years…
I have no idea where she’s been. Actually, that’s not true because I bumped into her on Twitter several years ago and I guess she’s kinda more active there.
I have no idea who she is.
Actually, that’s true. I have no idea who any of these fucking weirdos are. Just a buncha freaks being weird and doing strange stuff. Like…writing. And like I guess…reading. And then like…writing some more (all of which are pretty damn strange).
Aight…enough of that shit. It’s not that I don’t like cruising around and checking out people’s blogs, because I do. I almost never view any blogs anymore. Not UnderdogBitesUpwards, nor Frank Davis, nor Merovee Frank and not even Miss Ivannah The Topless Psychic.
heh heh heh heh heh heh
Anyway, yeah I like reading people’s blogs, just have completely lost the heart to do it. I don’t drop in with an encouraging hi, nor howdy, nor keep going, nor kiss my ass, nor fuck off and die…nothing. Nada. My heart just ain’t in it currently.
/queue sad music
Me me me me me em mem mememememememememememememe
Yeah, this post is already 9 pages long and I should likely get it over to Roob before Doomsday gets here.
We’ve got 800 fucking billion forms of communication available to us on this planet, and not a single motherfucker on this entire rock seems to be able to figure out how to communicate with one another.
Am currently suffering from a wicked case of flabbergastritis.
Perhaps I should go.
(no pun intended)
*Good idea, Clicky…*