*Ha! /claps hands… This month has been sumfin of an orange syncfest, Clicky… /winks…*
I have been giving Strauss & Howe’s The Fourth Turning a great deal of thought recently, Dear Reader. If the current Fourth and Winter Turning started in 2007, and will probably conclude circa 2027, then why can’t those 20 years also be considered as one complete cycle?
Four periods of 5 years, representing Spring (2007 – 2012), Summer (2012 – 2017), Autumn/Fall (2017 – 2022) and Winter (2022 – 2027). That would put the current year, 2020, slap bang in the middle of the unraveling period of this mini-cycle:
‘These were all periods of cynicism and bad manners, when civic authority felt weak, social disorder felt pervasive, and the culture felt exhausted.’
I asked Joe Biden: What is your response to the NYPost story about your son, sir?
He called it a “smear campaign” and then went after me. “I know you’d ask it. I have no response, it’s another smear campaign, right up your alley, those are the questions you always ask.” pic.twitter.com/Eo6VD4TqxD
*True. The Dez Rez Prez is sumfin of an rake… /chortles…*
… I’ll expand on my thinking in a separate post, Dear Reader, because a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon has newly arrived at the LoL for our delight, and I want to get straight to it. Enjoy! ❤
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Models.
Everything seems to be based upon them.
Some perfect something, made even more perfect by the modeling process(es).
Sometimes the modeling processes themselves get a little...wonky.
The modeling processes themselves undergo some modeling and become iterative until some new standard is achieved.
Reevaluate. Remodel. Reinvigorate. Renew.
Unpack and repackage the packaging in new packaging.
Re-mystify.
Sell ideas.
Some ideas and their models are more radical than others.
Some ideas and their resulting models may be downright strange.
^Schumann Resonance – Fight of the Woo’s^
All this modeling as of late and the resulting “plans” seem to be predicated mostly upon worst-case scenarios. In all honesty, that might be fine if there was an intermediate step between the modeling and the planning which involved a dash of common sense and maybe a dollop of practicality to formulate the actual plan(s). There appears to be some disconnect that, at least I, cannot fully comprehend.
To relate what I mean, we are living on a planet that is said to be 4.5 billion years old, it is said to have supported life of some form or another for at least 3.8 billion of those years, and we humans appear to have been around for at least 100,000 years or so (and likely much longer). So why is it that, according to the models, everyone is now suddenly about to die? On the flip side of the equation, you’ve got others who contend that all of the efforts to stem this nCoV-2019 virus thingie, are in fact, a covert operation/conspiracy of and by rich people, powerful people, corporations and government to kill everyone that isn’t them or part of their group(s).
It occurs to me that both sides are hell-bent on selling the idea that everyone is about to die. Not only that, but the idea that “everyone is going to die” is predicated upon a qualifier…”unless something is done about it.” As to exactly what “it” is? Welp, irrespective of which perspective you choose to view this situation from, all of the models appear to be very virus-like.
Infect, sicken, weaken, and perhaps even kill.
Hell, from where I sit, watching everyone else, this nCoV-2019 is at some point just gonna shrug and give up. All these humans are already trying to kill eachother, so why fucking bother infecting people at all?
Too much work.
^Lykke Li – Knocked Up (Kings of Leon cover)^
Much of this morning’s thoughts about modeling are based upon a recent tweet I saw.
No virus or disease is more dangerous than an individual who operates at a pea-sized consciousness level.
An insult. An insult, projected from a perceived position of power, and projected upon “the little people.” I got to thinking tho…”wait, according to some models, ‘the entirety of consciousness’ was much smaller than pea sized at some point.” There’s a scalar disconnect happening here somewhere, and it’s happening for the purposes of lobbing an insult at those behaving in a way that appears to be upsetting to a lone someone, who appears to feel others should behaving in a way that is pleasing to this elevated someone. So, I asked…
Wasn't all of consciousness much smaller than pea-sized at some point? 🤔
Sounds almost like something a Christian might retort with when questioned about a particular belief. Some dogmatic something in the script to deflect attention from the individual and point to the knowingness of how “truth” exists in this particular model.
I guess in this case, “consciousness” is always small for those who operate outside of the ascended realms. Those who have not yet begun to operate within this extra-dimensional truth are dragging those attempting to ascend, down, and remedied by insulting their intelligence.
Great plan.
Nevermind that it just creates more conflict, which creates more karma, which means you are extending your own ascension timeline/path, which means that you yourself are actually making things worse/more difficult for yourself. I was under the impression that 5D and ascension and spiritual awakening or whatever was all love, light, flowers, rainbows and starshine.
Guess I was wrong.
It appears to be the same old shit. Same old paradigm. Those who perceive themselves as bigger and/or stronger picking on those who are smaller and/or weaker, and doing so for their own benefit(s) rather than for the benefit of others. Certainly not benefiting the whole. Or “the oneness” or whatever.
Digress.
What I was really thinking about when reading that original tweet (other than the insulting bits) was the concept of singularities. Particularly that one that, at some point, was infinitely small. Everything that had come before, and everything that was, and everything that ever would be, was crammed into a single space, which means that all of consciousness was crammed into that same space.
Now, I dunno about you, but the first thing that I think of when I think of “infinitely small” is something that is WAYfucking smaller than “pea-sized”. I can sit here right now and think of energies, atoms and sub-atomic particles, which are ridiculously small in comparison to “pea-sized”, but even in thinking of these tiny particles, that doesn’t even begin to come close to how small I can envision “infinitely small” to be. Keep in mind that in this context, we are talking about a container which contains all consciousness. Not some consciousness, not part consciousness, not your gigantic consciousness compared to my tiny and insignificant consciousness…all consciousness.
Q: If you were told by a someone that your soul was “pea-sized”, what would that say to you about your individual soul?
A: ???¿???
Let me guess…it would say to you that you have a worthless and contextually insignificant soul. That the individual who told you this was being insulting. Was being degrading. Was belittling you.
Q: You know what someone telling me that my soul was “pea-sized” would say to me?
A: FUCK YES!!! I HAVE A SOUL!!! THE SOUL DOES INDEED EXIST, AND I HAVE FUCKING HAVE ONE!!! w00t w00t!!!
The “size” is irrelevant. What is relevant, is that I have one. I just need to care for it. Maybe even assist others in caring for theirs (when and if needed/asked, of course).
❤
^Windy Wagner – You don’t have to worry^
In order to understand, one must first subscribe. Only then can one understand.
The indoctrination process very much parallels “the four C’s” in aviation when a pilot finds themselves in trouble.
Climb. Communicate. Confess. Comply.
1. CLIMB – we’re about to reach out blindly to anyone who will respond, so we need to get as high as we can, so that our radios can make the widest possible broadcast to the most amount of listening ears possible.
2. COMMUNICATE – we’re gonna broadcast a plea for help, and we’re gonna talk to the very first individual who responds to our call for assistance. We don’t care who they are. Fortunately for us, the only ones who are likely to respond are going to be those who are most likely to be in a position to actually provide us with the assistance we need.
3. CONFESS – honesty is key here. You’re gonna have to tell it all, good and bad, and hold nothing back. Whomever you are communicating with doesn’t know you from Adam, and they need to form a clear picture of you and your situation, and fast, otherwise they may not be able to assist in getting you out of the pickle you find yourself in.
4. COMPLY – listen to what they are telling you to do. Trust them, and obey. You’re likely a frazzled mess, so let them do some thinking for you in order to take the load off. Maybe even make some decisions for you (just keep in mind that you are still the pilot in command, it’s your ass on the line, and even tho you are in deep shit and in need of help, you are ultimately responsible for whatever actions you take and their outcome).
Ordering is a bit different from “the spiritual stuff” perhaps, but the result is the same.
Salvation.
^DARE [Soulwax Remix] — Gorillaz^
Singularities do appear to actually exist. We don’t appear to understand them very well, but they do seem to exist. Once you start looking for them, and once you start finding them, you suddenly start to see them everyfuckingwhere.
To me, that kind of diversity existing, en masse, right under our noses, and the only way to “see” these singularities and their diversity is by actually taking the time to look? Dunno about you, but to me, that says something about this Universe we live in.
^Christian Hornbostel – Out Of The Matrix (Original Mix) [KLING KLONG]^
Please don’t feel cheated at the “size” of this “missive”.
*That’s rude… /lights up and smokes… Just ‘cos I let you write a few posts, Clicky, no need to get above yourself…*
Today we have an amazing missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for your reading pleasure – see below – and…
*I was just getting to that…*
… The latest Underdog Anthology has now been published. So you can go buy and read it 😀 Death features in a number of the stories, and as Death comes for us all, it might be a good idea to find out what the bugger has been up to 😉
Enjoy! ❤
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No need to start the conversation with “I’m suicidal”.
You’re holding me hostage before we’ve even begun to speak.
Really makes me question your motives.
Makes me think of myself as little more than a dishrag handy for soaking up your spills.
I have to do everything perfect, and keep you satisfied, otherwise, anything that happens is now my fault and you are off the hook.
I’ll talk to you.
How about we just...talk
I mean, if you are talking to me, it’s already blatantly obvious that you are desperate.
Yep, it appears we are on the same page.
Somewhat at least.
^Linus and Lucy / Schroeder-Headz^
Recently, there was a video circulating of a guy committing suicide on a livestream, and yes, I watched it. Yes, it was depressing as fuck. Got me to thinking about my own self, my own life, and my desire to understand the mechanics of what is maybe sometimes happening when some choose to take that final leap of their own volition. Didn’t particularly want to watch the video, but kinda had a need to watch it.
In my own life, I’ve been surrounded by suicides of all kinds, the act has always confused me. Why are they doing this? How do I stop them? How can I help them? How can I not wind up in a similar situation? How am I supposed to react in situations like these? How am I supposed to feel about this?
The usual stuff
And of course, there’s the flip side. Those who go on living and their own conclusions about someone killing themselves. The person was a coward. The person was selfish. The person was crazy. They took the easy way out. The person was an asshole anyway, they did the rest of us a favor and we’re lucky to be rid of them. But some will even call those who commit suicide, brave. Courageous. One who took control of their own destiny.
Sounds to me like a lotta people have this shit all figured out.
^Polska Radio One – Волга (Volga)^
Thing is, if you are suicidal, and you don’t tell me you are suicidal, I’m now on the hook for not being more attentive. Not being more attuned to your needs.
“Did they show any signs of being suicidal or distressed in any way?”
The “after” is gonna bring those types of questions if you go through with it.
Le sigh
Where did I go so wrong in not better catering to your needs?
It’s too late tho now.
Nothing I can do.
This is depressing.
No way out.
I can see now maybe a bit now why there is an infectious nature to an act of suicide. An embedded “copycat” type of vibe. A looping type of element. Which…Hey! That reminds me. Have you ever wondered if the spinning nature of bodies has a property of capturing and smoothing out waves? Almost like running a piece of metal through a roller, except more like winding a something onto a spool.
Maybe both
Yes, I’m thinking here about waves and how the spinning nature of planets may act to facilitate the dampening of such waves. Alter their frequency, amplitude and/or maybe their wavelength. And in fact, maybe in some cases, not dampen the waves, but actually increase their power. Boost the signal. Maybe even capture a wave, alter it, then re-transmit the signal. Quite the interesting thought when one adds time and capacitors to these thoughts. A planet or maybe some other celestial body could potentially capture a signal, hold onto it for ages, then re-transmit the signal countless years later. Things get REALLY interesting when one stops to think about the nature of life and maybe why it exists when and where it does. A signal could, potentially, start life on a planet. Maybe such a signal could stop life on a planet.
‘Let there be light?’ (Genesis 1:3)
‘It is done?’ (Revelation 21:6)
Maybe that’s what these “vial” things are. Some kind of capacitor that holds a certain something that does a certain something at a certain time. A signal.
Holy fuck...I've gone off the deep end
^Starfucker // STRFKR – Golden Light^
How does one smooth the wave bourn of pain that creates more pain? Transfer? Transmission? Passing on? And is it “bourn of” or “born of”? Or “borne of”?
Bourn is like… a stream or a goal.
Born is like…hatched or deveiled or unveiled or whatever.
Borne is carried.
Noted
^Анна Ворфоломеева — Как мне тебя назвать^
Speaking of rolls…lets talk toilet paper and the peculiarities of hygiene.
1st wipe – paper is absolutely covered in poo;
2nd wipe – not a speck of poo on the paper, WTF?!?!??
That 2nd wipe makes so little sense, you gotta go for a 3rd wipe just to make sure because you don’t believe the 2nd wipe result. Things get even more weird if the 3rd wipe again has poop on the paper. Now you really start to question that 2nd wipe.
Did I miss?
Coulda swore that I felt the paper in the proper position.
What in the hell type of sorcery is this?!?!?
^The Soft Moon – Try^
We relive that Eden thing over and over.
It echos, and echos, and echos.
Creation.
Everything is perfect.
We wander around in this magical and mysterious place of awe and wonder.
It all goes wrong.
We spend our life trying to get back to the start.
Get back what we had.
^Harlem River^
We still have it, we just don’t seem to want to utilize it. Maybe it’s that lingering idea of “better”. As long as there is something in the world that is “better” than what we currently have, no fucking way that where we are can be Eden.
Maybe it's that lingering idea of “worse”
As long as what we currently have is “worse” than what others currently have, no fucking way that where we are can be Eden. Oh, and fuck all those people who have it worse than us. Even tho our worse is better than some, some have it better than us and we are worse off for it.
For better…or for worse. In sickness…and in health. What in the FUCK, is health? We know what sickness is (or we think we do).
So...health = not sick?
That’s seems a pretty poor measure of health.
^Kindrid – Demise^
Took me a lot of time to come to grips with the need for destruction. Come to grips with why the blessing of life needs to come with a curse of death type rider. What’s that? You wanna know how in the fuck I, a backwards and braindead Okie hick, somehow stumbled onto an answer to one of life’s biggest mysteries?
Q: Why do we die?
A: Because there are things that you cannot think of
You do not have experience with everything. As a result, there are things that you simply cannot think of. Things you cannot imagine. However, when you can think of these things, can imagine these things, can and do experience these things, it might be too late to unthink them. Might be too late to unimagine them. Might be too late to not experience them. You may, need an alternate out.
^Артек Электроника — Шагая Сквозь Эпоху^
To relate a bit…
‘And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.’
-Revelation 6:9 (KJV)
Now, you may have given the concept of immortality a thought here and there, but its likely that you may also equate immortality with some kind of invincibility. You cannot die, therefore, you cannot be hurt. Welp, to relate what a mistake that prolly is, maybe give this thought a bit of contemplation…
Q: When someone you love dies, and you are left alive, are you suddenly immortal?
A: ???
You’re still alive. You’ve got a nasty-ass pain digging in you, and you cannot shake it.
Q: What is your salvation?
A: Death
One of the things that I’m thinking about here is that you have no way of knowing if you are immortal or not until you actually die. Another thing I’m thinking about is the horrible pains and strife that we some of us encounter in life, yet we do not die. Also thinking that we tend to equate immortality not only with invincibility, but we also equate immortality with youth. I’ve lost my train of thought.
Lemme regroup
^Маяк – Река^
Regroup.
Re group.
R e g r o u p .
R e g r o u p . p u o r g e R
. p u o r g e R
.puorg eR
.puorgeR
^MARY – Devouring Me^
Ya know, it just occurred to me that we usually watch news programs just to see one thing. There’s one thing that interests us, we can only get the information we need from one place, but they are gonna make us sit through a bunch of other shit before allowing us to see it.
Hrm. Why does this ring a bell?
OH YEAH!!! School. You’re an individual, so you are likely to only have one main interest, but school is gonna subject you to all kinds of other bullshit before getting to the stuff you like. Work is like that too. Gotta work before you get that paycheck you want. Dinner is also like that. Unlikely that you like everything on your plate, and the plate also has to be clean before there’s any hope of dessert.
^увула – нам остается лишь ждать^
Just because my itinerary does not include you, that does not also imply that the road I’m on leads to nowhere.
^deadmau5 / Faxing Berlin (Piano Acoustic/Orchestral Version & Radio Edit)^
On a scale of 0-10, rate how evil each of the below lifeforms is.
0 being “how dare you even suggest someone would ever think of this creature as evil”, and 10 being “how dare you even suggest someone would ever think of this creature anything but evil”.
01. Vampire bats
02. Pomeranian dog
03. ET – The Extraterrestrial
04. Photosynthetic cyanobacteria
05. Magpies
06. Demons
07. Daemons
08. Grizzly Bears
09. Rats
10. Casper The Friendly Ghost
11. Poison Ivy
12. That person at work who refuses to wear antiperspirant/deodorant.
13. Crabs
14. Butterflies
15. Antlions
16. Fruitless Mulberry trees
I expect your answers on my desk no later than a date and time to be specified at a later date and time.
Be ready
^davEy – Breath of the Nightwind^
All that shit above was written on or about 11 September 2020AD/CE.
Yesterday was Monday the 12th of October 2020AD/CE.
Yes, that makes today Tuesday 13 October 2020AC/DC
I just woke. Started writing. Had a nagging feeling all day yesterday tho.
“Today seems like a holiday.”
Actually, I did not have the nagging feeling all day as much as I had a coupla points where I had “déjà vu” type moments of “today seems like a holiday, so why is it not a holiday?”
Is today a Monday? CHECK!
Are we in the holiday season? CHECK!
So why is everyone not ranting and raving about a holiday?
This morning, I remember my feelings from yesterday, and suddenly…there it is.
Yesterday, was Columbus Day
Ah yes, the latest parental figure to beat on…Christopher Columbus. It’s now known as “Indigenous Peoples’ Day” in some areas, but not everyone observes it. Divisions. Divisions within divisions.
Hrm
^Trust – F.T.F.^
We interrupt this program for an important news flash...
Mystery solved!
With some discussion and information from @CadeFonApollyon, I was able to reach out to the FAA.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive a response showing me that this tail number was used for agricultural ise, and that there was indeed spraying in the area. https://t.co/XXOFyHLVt9
— 👻 Integrity Investigations (@Integrity_Inves) October 13, 2020
Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
An actual “Mystery = SOLVED!” that has a shred of merit. Whodathunkit?
😛
^Забавные игры – Берег (Remastered)^
This flight had me completely perplexed. I admit that “crop dusting” or some other agricultural use crossed my mind due to the remoteness of the location, but I never in all my years of flying and being in/around aviation have I heard of a Beechcraft King Air being used for crop dusting. I focused on either some kind of pipeline or electrical lines inspection, or maybe searching for a downed something, but…at night?
So I focused on maybe a pipeline leak or spill of some kind since the patterns were in some remote areas which likely are laced with creeks and could carry a release, but again…at night?
When I looked into the flight history of the aircraft and saw that this very aircraft had done very similar flights only recently, and since the person that I was speaking with had set their mind to contacting the FAA to find out what was going on, I admit that I settled back into a “wait and see” kind of posture since none of this made much sense. The plane obviously had some kind of special clearance to be flying so low, otherwise their very first flight at these altitudes would been their last. But, I found at least three other flights that were very similar, so yeah, wait and see. But mosquitoes? Spraying for mosquitoes with a King Air?!?At 200 fucking feet?
I fucking never would have thought of that even tho’ now, yeah, it makes sense that early evening is the perfect time to spray for mosquitoes and those flight patterns make much more sense now. Here where I live, they use spraying trucks for mosquito control, and the trucks drive up and down streets spraying the stuff into the air, but again it never would have occurred to me that someone is utilizing aircraft for the same purpose. I learned something. I learned a bunch actually.
Noted
^Pauk-Mumije ( 1982 Bosnia New Wave -Synth – Post Punk -Darkwave)^
The bad part in this?
CHEMTRAILS!!!
People are obviously being sprayed, and yet, at least some of these people appear to have no prior knowledge that they are being dusted at 200 feet by an airplane spraying for mosquito control.
The last time that we here had active mass spraying was I think in either 2011 or 2012 with all that Zika panic. I seem to recall some panic that Zika and West Nile were going to cause some huge rash of illness and death, and so these giant trucks drove up and down the streets at night creating this massive weird mist cloud that hung heavy in the air. But the media had so hyped the disease prior to the spraying, that when the notices went out that spraying was gonna occur and for everyone to stay indoors during certain hours, I got the feeling that pretty much everyone got the message.
How do I know this? Welp, because I got a chair and went and sat up on my roof to observe the goings on. No cars, no people, no sound…it was completely dead outside an hour prior to the spraying, and remained dead until I heard the trucks start to rove up and down the streets. At a grumbling idle they came. I could see the mist cloud boiling up over the tops of the trees in the distance. When I saw the headlights appear on my street, I looked up and noticed that a strange halo was beginning to encircle the moon and encase the stars. I figured it was time to get down and go inside.
The good part in this?
There are still people in the world who are worried about mosquitoes and mosquito-borne diseases in the middle of this nCoV-2019 pandemic thingie.
^Don’t Leave – Gummy Boy^
Hrm
Mosquitoes.
Mosque Key Toes.
Musky Toes.
Muss Keet Ohs. Moss Kiitos.
Zika.
West Nile.
Malaria.
Dengue Fever.
SARS.
Swine Flu.
Coronavirus.
Bubonic Plague.
Tuberculosis.
HIV.
Lupus.
Lyme.
Leprosy?
Morgellon’s.
Pangolins.
Bats.
Rats.
Fleas.
Ticks.
Tiger King.
Exotics.
Q: Would you put your “pet” down if you knew that they were facilitating the transfer of nCoV-2019 to your family/friends/others?
A: ???
What am I saying?Of course you would! You collar them, leash them, chip them, tattoo them, train them to behave like you think they should, and punish them when they don’t. You’d drop that doggo, kitten, hamster, rat, snake or bearded dragon like a bad habit if you were to learn that they were to blame for the world’s woes. You with fish/fish tanks can keep them.
And for you lazy fuckers…
Keet = a type of bird from Guinea;
Kiitos = “thank you” in Finnish.
You're welcome
^Hey Moon^
What is this “tick” thing that appears by certain people’s names on Twitter? I guess it separates “the elite” from average scumbags.
Ticks are bad, mmmmmkay?
^Удары синтезаторов – Предчувствие космоса^
Last night was the first night in months that I’ve not had nightmares all night long. Pretty sure last night’s dreams weren’t good, but I also wouldn’t call them nightmares. Certainly not of the intensity of late. All these nightmares have been wearing my ass out. Don’t feel like reading, don’t feel like writing, don’t feel like watching anything, can’t think straight, have but one thought on my mind…what in the bloody hell is driving this non-stop onslaught of horrific dreams?
But to be fair, that thought really doesn’t pester me and I’ve really not sought any answers. Not done any soul-searching, not sought to understand it, not sought to stop it. Whatever it is, just trying to endure it. I figure if there are any answers to be had, they’ll come. This may be reckless of me.
Maybe not
^Walter Wanderley – Os grilos^
Cade: Howdy!
X: ….
Cade: Hello?
Z: …
Cade: Helloooooo thar.
A: …
Cade: “A:” never speaks, so she’s not the best of indicators. Anyone there?
0: …
Cade: Anyone at all?
T: They’re ignoring you.
Cade: O HAI! So, why aren’t you ignoring me?
T: I am ignoring you.
Cade: Um, no you aren’t.
T: Yes I am. I just wanted to let you know that we are ignoring you.
Cade: Is this because I’ve been ignoring you?
T: …
Cade: I’ll take that for a no.
Z: That’s a definite yes.
Cade: Pray tell how you’d know?
Z: I checked.
Cade: Checked? Checked what? You keeping a journal or something?
Z: Maybe.
Cade: Soooo…that would mean that you may have some indication as to why I’ve been having non-stop nightmares since Spring of this year?
Z: I show it’s more like July.
Cade: HA! I already knew that. So you do actually have something there which may be indicative of why I’ve been having nightmares.
Z: …
Cade: Fuckin’ hell. I’ve painted myself into a corner. Any newbies out there wanna take this opportunity to chime in?
V: …
Cade: Well that’s one at least. Any infrequent visitors up for a chat?
G: …
Cade: Hrm. I’m quite shocked that at least “0:” doesn’t have an earful to give me.
X: Oh they’ve got an earful to give you.
Cade: GREAT! Let’s have it then.
0: …
Cade: That indeed, is quite the earful. Says a lot.
0: See ya around kiddo.
Cade: Hrm. I’ll add that to my list of things to chew on.
0: …
B: What’s all this recent business about ghosts?
Cade: Well, I’ve just been doing a lot of pondering about the notion recently.
B: You did a whole series of posts on pareidolia prior to Google/Blogger blocking you.
Cade: Correct. Six posts in total, but I only shared 5 with the class. The basic notion was of a sighted person “seeing things” as being odd concept to ponder.
X: You mean to say that, when a sighted someone sees a something, and another sighted someone disputes what has been seen because they themselves either did not see it or do not see it, that paradigm is causing you personally some measure of dismay?
Cade: Yes. I was not there/did not see “Mr. October” bang those three home runs off of those three pitchers back in 1977, but it happened.
B: Others have seen it. It was filmed.
Cade: Technically, no one, with maybe the exception of Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin, actually saw Neil Armstrong walk on the moon.
B: And your point?
Cade: Welp, I can understand the need to use one’s own experiences with things to help others with theirs.
X: But what you have a problem with, is that concept taken to excess.
Cade: Yes. If I were unsighted, it would not be a problem.
Z: But because both you and those around you are sighted, it’s a problem.
Cade: Exactly.
T: Ever stop to think that maybe you shouldn’t share so much?
Cade: Indeed I have.
Z: Shows here that you pretty much completely shut down for most of your life.
Cade: I’d concur with that.
X: So what’s the problem? Keep things to yourself, problem(s) solved.
Cade: I um…I do kinda live in a vacuum, but I also kinda don’t.
0: You’re referring to “the vacuum of space”?
Cade: Indeed.
T: I think you are thinking about the concept of “Familiars”.
Cade: You aren’t wrong. Half in, half out. Not here, not there, and kinda not anywhere…
0: And yet, there you are.
X: The slightly crooked king.
Cade: Yes. That concept too has been on my mind.
Z: But everything is…fuzzy, is that it?
Cade: Very. Like certain parts of the past no longer exist.
A: I bet that recent Astrology talk about changing the past in order to make for a better future hit you particularly hard.
Cade: Indeed it did. Any such changes would not only affect me…
0: But others.
Cade: Yes indeedy. It’s that whole stupid time-machine thing about going back in time to kill someone.
X: Rumor has it that would save a lot of pain and suffering.
Cade: Um…hasn’t all that pain and suffering already occurred?
T: I think that’s a fair assessment.
Cade: So now we’re back to rending and tears.
X: Has that too been heavy on your mind?
Cade: Yes.
X: A cloth?
Cade: Yes. But also what it means.
X: You never understood it before?
Cade: Well, the symbolism was that it was torn from top to bottom. Hence, that is interpreted as “God did it”.
X: That was some thick material.
Cade: Some stress that fact, some do not. I think some even dispute it because if the Tabernacle cloth was indeed that thick, it woulda weighed like 800 tons and there was no fucking way they could have carried that thing around whilst wandering in the desert.
X: Details, details, details.
Cade: So yeah, now we’re right back to some people see a something, others do not, which raises doubt.
0: People do sometimes take liberties with telling tales.
Cade: But we here in the now generally are not taught that history is a subjective something which is likely to be more tall-tale than fact. History is taught as being rigid, not fluid.
Z: Revisionism.
Cade: I really, REALLY fucking need to stop writing here and go get to work on…
A: You…might…want to bite your tongue right there.
Cade: Indeed. I’m in a quandary.
A: Do you edit, or do you not edit.
Cade: That’s the truth of it.
A: And what is this truth you speak of.
Cade: Typically, I’ve not a clue what truth is. But in this case, I feel that I was about to overstep some bounds.
A: And you are stuck here and now with a dilemma.
Cade: Yes. What is not mine, is not mine.
A: You gonna “mine” that concept any further?
Cade: Yes.
A: Careful.
Cade: Noted.
A: …
Don’t ask me…I don’t know. Kinda working on it tho’. And don’t ask what that means either because I don’t know.
Dear Reader, prompted by a convo in Merovee comments about rabbits and bad hair days, I’ve decided to post my story from Underdog Anthology IX: Well Haunted…
*Thanks, Clicky… /pats snout… I’ll format the story and you go get a Song for the end…*
… called ‘Fountainhead’. I was saving it to post for Halloween, but I’ll post ‘What Time Do You Finish?’ from Underdog Anthology XII then instead 😀
Enjoy! ❤
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Fountainhead
by Roo B. Doo
“Okay, Thom?” Jess placed on her hands on Thom’s shoulders, and gave them a friendly squeeze. “You still want to do this?” she asked him, addressing the brightly lit mirror before them.
Thom studied the reflection of the woman standing behind him. With silver hair, thickly plaited, and intricate henna designs adorning both her arms from wrists to biceps, Jess was an odd mixture of old and young. He nodded slowly before leaning his head back, to look up directly into her wrinkled face and sparkling eyes. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Alright then,” Jess said with a smile. She pushed Thom’s head forward playfully, and looked down at the shaved skin she’d created near the crown of his head. She tenderly caressed it’s smoothness with her gloved fingertips before swooping down to lightly kiss it.
“Hey, is that part of the ritual?” Thom asked. “Doesn’t seem very hygienic.”
“Yes and no, it’s not.” Jess took the bottle of Povidone-Iodine from the trolley beside her and quickly swabbed the pale patch on Thom’s head, turning it umber. “But this stuff tastes disgusting.”
Thom’s reflection stared hard at her from the mirror.
“Seriously, Thom. Dis. Gus. Sting.” Jess laughed jovially. “Trust me, I’ve kissed all the ones I’ve done before,” she said with a shrug. “They all turned out okay. Please, grant me a little superstition. It is Halloween.”
“Okay, Jess. I trust you,” Thom replied. He watched her pick up a scalpel, but his eyes lingered on the electric drill that lay passively on top of the trolley.
“Thank you.” Jess placed the scalpel blade against the orange patch of skin beneath her gaze. “Now, this may hurt.”
Thom’s hands tightened their grip on the armrests of his chair, hidden beneath the heavy, flowing cape that Jess had made him wear. “No problem.”
***
Thom Lusher’s headache had been with him for as long as he could remember. It had taken up residence in his skull during childhood, whilst Thom watched his mother die of cancer, and squatted on throughout adolescence, as Thom’s father attempted to drown himself in vodka. The nagging, low throb was a constant in an otherwise unreliable world. It was something Thom could rely on, even consider a friend.
The headache had once come to his rescue, when Thom’s PE teacher had attempted to get handsy down his gym shorts. It had immediately flared into a raging, sparking tempest, forcing the contents of Thom’s stomach out of his mouth and down the front of his fumbling teacher, revealing the damp outline of a sad erection. Yes, the headache hurt Thom, but not nearly as much as the world did.
The only time the headache disappeared completely was when Thom dreamed ‘the floating dream’. He’d be in the thick of a situation, when, suddenly, his feet would leave the ground and he would start to rise. As he looked down, observing the action below, Thom would be acutely aware that he was steadily floating higher, and that his headache was gone. Levitating upward in a world made of sky, Thom felt serene and pain-free. Until he bumped up against the hard, dark arc of space above, at which point Thom would wake to reality and a fierce ache in his head.
The headache was part of Thom’s life and he’d steeled himself to the fact that it always would be. Until he met Jess, that is. She was the hippy, dippy proprietress of ‘Curl Up And Dye’, a hair salon on the edge of town. They’d got talking at a shared smoking table, outside Starbucks on the High Street. Little did Thom know then how Jess would change his life forever.
***
“Go anywhere nice on holiday this year?” Jess asked, as she started to peel back the flaps of skin she’d incised with the scalpel, to expose Thom’s skull.
“What?” Thom asked incredulously.
Jess was concentrating hard on the wound she’d inflicted, but stole a glance at Thom’s reflection. “I’m sorry. Force of habit,” she replied sheepishly. “Day job.”
Thom smiled ruefully at her via the mirror and resisted the temptation to shake his head. “Not this year. You?”
Jess had resumed scraping back the skin. “I like to spend November in Thailand. I leave tomorrow. You’re lucky we met and I could fit you in.”
Thom didn’t know if he should feel lucky or whether he’d gone completely mad. He’d only met Jess by chance earlier that day and now here he was, sitting alone in her dark and empty hair salon, completely at her mercy. The yammering pain in his head reminded him that he’d not exactly been blessed with luck in his life so far, but Jess had given him hope that somehow this could change.
“Have you done many of these?” Thom asked, to cover the sounds of faint scratching that filled the silence.
“More and more this year since Bore-Heading became a thing again. Of course I did mine back in the Seventies.”
“You did it on yourself?”
“Yes, for the purpose of enlightenment, not to follow some silly rock star like the kids do today.”
Thom frowned; that wasn’t why he was there but considered it ill advised to argue given his present situation. “And were you enlightened?”
“Yes. I discovered trepanning others is entirely more lucrative than trepanning myself. Thank goodness for silly rock stars, eh?” Jess flashed Thom a wink in the mirror. “Okay, Thom, I’m down to the bone. Ready for me to open you up?”
Thom stared into the violet eyes of his reflection and took a deep breath. “Go for it.”
Jess returned a solemn nod before turning to pick up the drill.
***
“Do you mind if I sit here?” the old woman asked Thom, as she placed a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him.
“No, go ahead.” Tom smiled up at the woman before going back to his book. He rubbed his brow and took a drag on the cigarette sat idling in the ashtray on the table.
“Ta,” she said sitting down and placing her shopping by her feet. She pulled her coat tighter and took a sip of her coffee. “Brr, it’s cold today.”
Thom nodded his agreement but he wasn’t in the mood for chitchat; he wanted to finish the chapter he was reading.
“Perfect for Halloween, of course.” The woman continued talking undeterred. She looked up and scanned the sky. “Cold and clear of cloud. Perfect for piercing the veil.”
“I’m sorry, what is?” Thom asked. He wasn’t paying attention but didn’t want to appear rude.
“The veil between worlds, here and beyond,” the woman said. “It’s thinnest at Halloween. We have perfect conditions today for piercing the barrier.”
At her words, Thom immediately pictured himself sailing upward through an ocean of sky before hitting impenetrable nothingness. The dull throb of his constant headache suddenly spiked, causing him to wince.
“Are you okay? You’ve gone quite pale,” the woman asked with concern.
“Yes,” Thom answered abruptly. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw his fists impotently beating against smooth blackness of space; a fragment of his dream from the night before. “Sorry, yes I’m fine. I have a headache.”
“Wait here.” The woman ordered, before rushing off inside the coffee shop. “And watch my bags.”
Thom felt confused; he wanted to leave, but felt obliged to stay until she returned. His headache had started to settle down but his curiosity was piqued. How could this woman, a stranger, have described his floating dream, when he’d never told anybody else about it before?
“Here we are.” The woman returned, placing a mug of hot water in front of him.
“Er, thanks,” Thom replied sceptically, as he watched her rummage through one of her many shopping bags.
“It’s for this,” she said, brandishing a teabag and a wide smile. She dropped it into the steaming mug. “Ginger tea. It’s the most wonderful tension reliever. I always drink it if I have a headache. Please try it. My name is Jess, by the way.”
Thom dunked the teabag, turning the clear liquid amber. “Thom Lusher.” He took a tentative sip of the hot tea. “Thank you.”
Jess sat back and observed Thom contemplatively. “If you don’t mind me saying, Thom, you have the look of someone who knows suffering. Have you had the headache a long time?”
Thom froze mid sip. He felt the hot liquid burn his top lip but his headache had ebbed away. He stared at Jess’s frank and open face, encouraging him to unburden. He put down the tea and lit a fresh cigarette. “All my life,” he said thickly.
Jess sniffed the cold air before glancing skyward. “Well, Thom. I think I can help you.”
***
Rizzz Rizzz
“No, wait!” Thom sprang from the salon chair and turned toward Jess. He backed into the mirror unit, scattering pots of hair product to the floor. “I’m sorry, Jess. Can we just wait a moment?”
Jess placed the silent drill back on the trolley and rushed round to comfort him. “Of course. Oh my goodness, Thom, you’re trembling. Just sit down a moment and I’ll tidy up this mess.”
“I’ll help-” Thom started to bend down but Jess stopped him.
“No, you’ll get blood everywhere. Sit there, I’ll sort this out.” Jess handed him a towel. “And wipe your face, you have blood trickling from your hairline.
Thom perched on the edge of the salon chair, holding the towel to his forehead, while Jess got onto her knees and started gathering the strewn pots.
“I’m sorry but it was when you gunned the drill twice,” Thom explained. “I don’t know, it just set me off.”
“And I’m sorry, too. You’re obviously not ready for this procedure. Oh no, this one’s broken open.”
Jess got to her feet and wiped her hands on spare towel. “I’ll have to get a mop.”
“Jess-”
“No, Thom, it’s okay.” Jess grabbed Thom’s right arm and shoulder, pushing him back into the chair. “I’ll mop first and bandage you up, then tidy up your hair. Nobody will notice the bald spot. Promise.”
Thom let out a noisy sigh of relief. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
“I shouldn’t worry about it,” Jess called back over her shoulder as she made her way the the back room of the salon. “We all shock ourselves from time to time. I’ll make you drink.”
“Ginger tea?”
Jess stopped. “No, I’ve got something special for shock. I’ll be back in a jiff.”
Thom stared at himself in the mirror whilst Jess was gone. He picked up a hand mirror from the trolley and held it at and angle over his head so that he could see the damage. All he could see was a pool of blood that lapped across the shaven skin, soaking into his hair. Thom grimaced at the sight of maroon and black wound with crimson tinges. “Fuck!”
“Here we are.” Jess returned and handed Thom a dark green, steaming brew. She took the hand mirror from him and replaced it on the trolley. “Drink up. This is my own recipe, tell me what you think.”
She left again to collect the mop, leaving Thom to gingerly sipped at the hot concoction. “Hey, this is delicious, Jess” he shouted out. He took a slurp. “What’s in it?”
“Oh a little of this, a little of that.” Jess returned with a mop and bucket and set about cleaning up gloop and splashes of blood from the floor. “Mostly sugar. Sugar’s good for shock.”
Thom drained the cup. “Well, I thought-”
Jess quickly placed her fingertips over Thom’s mouth.”No, sit back and be quiet, Thom. Let the tea work,” she said firmly.
Thom sat back in the chair and watched Jess clean up. She moved the mop from side to side and returned the pots of creams back to the mirror shelf, all in rhythmical, moving silence.
Thom looked at the bloody towel in his hands and thought about his crazy day, and how it wouldn’t be over for a while yet. He felt the tension drain from his body and his eyelids droop. I must tell Jess that her tea is better than the ginger stuff, was the last thing Thom thought before he nodded off to sleep.
***
“Help me, how?”
Thom took a drag from his cigarette and looked over at Jess. She took a gulp of her coffee and stared back at him. “Help me, how?” Thom asked again.
“Thom, there are many ancient rituals and practices that have been mostly forgotten by the modern world. I happen to be a practitioner in a number of them.”
“Like what? Voodoo shit?”
Jess chuckled. “Not exactly, no. What I’m thinking of for you was stolen by the medical profession and renamed something ugly to put people off.”
Thom was perplexed. The conversation he didn’t want to have, then enticed into having was taking a turn for the bizarre. “What are you talking about?”
“Trepanation, Thom. It has been practised for thousands of years. Until quite recently that is. Now it’s called a Craniotomy and only doctors are allowed to perform it.”
“Wait.” Thom could suddenly feel his seat leave his chair and his knees bumped under the cafe table, hard enough to knock the ashtray to the floor with a clatter. He grabbed on to the edge of the table. “You want to drill a hole in my head?!”
Jess plucked up her coffee cup from the table before it flipped over. “Oh, but I’m trepanning you right now,” she said to the departing Thom, who was floating higher and higher, feet first. She pointed an index finger toward him and retracted it twice, like pulling a trigger. “Rizzz Rizzz. No more headache.”
“No, wait!” Thom screamed as at first a laughing Jess, followed by the High Street, the town and then all the land below shrunk from his sight. He zoomed up through the cold, blue, cloudless sky. Thom knew exactly where he was heading but this time he did not know what he would find.
***
Suck Glug Slurp
“Oh shit, he’s a gusher!”
A fountain of blood erupted from the hole Jess had made in Thom’s head and splattered over her face, neck and chest. She hastily grabbed the wadding from the trolley, in order to stem the blood spouting from the top of Thom’s lolling head. Blood streamed from between her fingers, across her hand and flowed down along the henna tattoos on her forearm. It dripped from Jess’s elbow and pooled at her feet.
She placed an arm across Thom’s chest and pulled him upright, all whilst holding his head steady, maintaining pressure on the gaping wound. Jess stayed like that, chanting quietly until she was certain the bleeding had slowed enough for her to remove the sodden wadding and she could take a look. Deep at the centre of the circle of blood and matted hair, Jess could see the pulse of pinkish brain.
She covered the wound with a bandage and removed his bloody cape, before setting about cleaning up. Once Jess was sure the floor was clear of blood, she placed black candles around unconscious Thom’s chair and lit them. Finally she hung a mournful looking goat skull, from the top of the brightly lit mirror, so that it replaced Thom’s head in his reflection.
As she finished, Thom opened a fiery eye. “Daughter?”
“I knew it! I knew he was the one!” Jess howled with glee, before dropping to her knees to kiss Thom’s hand. Tears streamed from her twinkling, eyes. “Oh, Satan, my Lord and Master. You have come at last!”
Thom gently lifted Jess’s blood-flecked face toward him and smiled radiantly down upon her.
Part of my answer to the scamdemic #KBF brigade. You’re endangering lives now. How long, with your wild allegations of faking Covid, before you start actually taking lives? (Cf Black Death Pogroms) https://t.co/HqEmMcR3Gi
Its hilarious the bbc having a "misinformation unit" when in fact they are the ones pumping out false and harmful misinformation on a daily basis to millions of people. They are a disgrace of an organisation and should be defunded
*/Flicks lighter… That’s a sync, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… In fact that’s a specific sync telling me get my arse in gear and write a Halloween story for UAXII…*
*An’ I’ll tell you wot else… /flicks ash… ‘Trailblazer’ crops up later in this post…*
Last evening, Dear Reader, Text US Okie Devil Cade Fon Apollyon and I indulged in a spot of remote viewing. I mentioned it to Leggy after…
*/plumes smoke… Pesto joined Twitter in March 2008, so ‘e wouldn’t ‘ave broke the story there. ‘E gets more push back now on the narratives ‘E’s peddlin’…*
*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky! …/grimaces… Why’d you leave the ‘igh pitch bit in at the end? My ears are ringing…*
*/final drag… Seriously, rust on the Moon. Whatever next? …/stubs butt… Hey! Did you spot the ‘Trailblazer’ sync, Clicky?*
‘JPL is also building a new version of M3 for an orbiter called Lunar Trailblazer.’
*True man painter… /smirks… Trumania, Trump Mania. There’s a lot of that about…*
Although very different, both movies are really quite wonderful in their own way. Especially seen one after the other, if you have an interest in Sin-Crow-Mist-Eyes-Is-Sum. ‘The Girl With a Pearl Earring’ is understated but high in tension and simply gorgeous to look at…
*Yep, one of the first fings I saw this morning, Clicky… /lights up…*
… And ‘The Truman Show’ is all about experiencing synchronicity in an artificial world…
*/drags… It can sum times feel like that, Clicky, true…*
*What?! …/coughs out smoke… No, I don’t want to remote view ‘Sophie’s Choice’ next. I’ve seen it; it doesn’t end well…*
*Yes, we’ll keep looking. Sophie woz on a ‘iding to nuffin’ in that flick. Mind you, it woz ‘er own fault for promoting Nazi ideals… /puffs angrily… And choosing not to translate… /clears throat…
*Far Right and Far Left? So close in ideology that you couldn’t separate ’em with a fuckin’ cigarette paper…*
*It has been a good afternoon, evening and night, Clicky, it has…*
… Now, if you will excuse me, Dear Reader, I have to go and write a story. But thank you for spending your precious time here with us at the LoL, lolling, so to speak. We all lol down here 😉 Have a Song…
… but I did recall a rather striking magazine cover image that I saw in 2016…
*The germ on our minds in 2020, Clicky? …/raises quizzical eyebrow… They do say the dinosaurs were wiped out by an extraterrestrial impact…*
… I decided against replying to TimePool’s tweet with the Der Spiegel image, when shortly after Cade suggested we remote view the movie ‘War Games’ together, from 1983. To my chagrin, I’d never seen it…
*Dinosaurs! You could of knocked me down with a feather, Clicky. I was not expecting that… /flicks ash…*
*Did he say the T-Rex is the essence of chaos? /smirks…*
*Interesting. I wonder if Stephen King is familiar with Nietzsche… /sigh…*
… It got me pondering, who are today’s ‘Dine Azores’?
Colourised scene from Berlin in 1933, as National Socialist blackshirts roamed the streets seeking out Jews and non party members and closing their businesses pic.twitter.com/N4N7shRVx5
… And here is a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for us all to enjoy. So let’s get to it 😉
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Eating crow has its advantages. Yes, it can be degrading, it can be depressing, it can be confusing, and no matter what you say or do, you are going to look and feel like a prick 24/7. But if it means that you are going to be exactly where you need to be, exactly when you need to be there? Fuck it. It’s worth it.
^LOLA DUTRONIC “Everybody Loves You When You’re Dead” featuring Stephanie B.^
Definition and pivot points. If the arms or legs are more or less “board like” with no definition, you need to keep that in mind. Lack of curves or lines where there maybe should be a curve or line, but also keep in mind that everyone is different. With respect to pivot points, could be more than just a blemish. Especially on the upper parts of the forearm, thumbs, upper arms just above the elbow(s), inner thighs, tops of the thighs. Could be dark brown, red, crimson or purple “old” pimples, recurring pimples, or even what appears to be white spots (lichenification) that are not warts nor moles nor scars resulting from more traditional injuries like contusions, scrapes, cuts or some kind of blunt force/impact injury which does not break the skin. Also patches or specific areas of the skin where the hair follicles appear to be clogged, inflamed and/or pitted (Keratosis pilaris, folliculitis, strawberry legs, etc.).
The “red knuckles” are likely to be a giveaway, but only initially. As things progress, the knuckles will lose some of their redness, and there may be an unexplained thickening of the skin in certain areas of the hand. Be mindful of nail growth also. Any slowing or speeding up of the “normal” growth rate, and also any dots, dashes or lines forming on the nails themselves. Especially those which are “in line with” the normal growth direction or any wavy or arcing types of line perpendicular to nail growth direction. When straight lines appear on the nails, compare to any parallel lines on the underside of the epidermis of the fingers; proximal phalanx, and sometimes middle phalanxes. Dots and dashes on the nails, check the skin around the distal phalanxes, and especially the undersides for any “waterlogged” appearing skin or peeling skin, small tears or bleeding that have no explanation. Important to “let the cuticles run”. Don’t push them back, don’t scrape them off, let them serve their purpose(s) in assisting the guiding of nail growth. And yes, they can pull and yes it can be painful, but let them catch up and find themselves within the architecture of the hands and epidermis.
The lunulae/half moons, may intensify, fade grow, shrink, and even disappear completely. Dunno what to tell you about that other than they too are part of the architecture and may be indicative that something is changing within a certain spectrum. All eight of my fingers were crushed in a metal garage door when I was pretty young so the pathology of my own nails may vary somewhat from that of others, but changes in the lunulae appears to be a more or less common thing.
To continue on with the current information dumpfest, the thenar webspace between the index finger and thumb may also be a good place to look for indications as to what is tugging in which direction(s). May check for any bumps or knots under the skin, and these may be either hard or soft (potentially ganglion cysts of varying age?). Also be aware of knots or hard spots in the muscles of the forearm as well as knots in the triceps of the upper arm. This will lead us up to any knots in the trapezius, and especially (initially) those parts above the shoulder which connect to the neck. And finally around to the scapulae, and especially any lack of definition and/or limited range of movement of these bones plus any lack of definition of the latissimus dorsi (especially under the arm).
Again, in my specific case I am an asthmatic, so my case may be a bit unique in that I likely breathe a bit different from most. Be mindful of the olecranal skin (yelbow) and also the skin around and behind the knee, and also any discolored forking or finger-like formations which give the appearance of meandering down the backs of the thighs and perhaps even the calves (also potententially under the chin and down the neck). Keep in mind that these are potentially unlike stretchmarks in appearance, and can resemble meandering divergent streams or lightning. I do have to wonder if stretches, rends/tears or perhaps even aggregate “injuries” may be a seeding mechanism for a different eventuality. We don’t always notice things in a timely manner, and we also have a potential for distancing ourselves from or even neglecting things over time.
Which reminds me to note: be aware of any scar-like formations which cannot be associated with an injury or similar. Could be an aggregation due to time. Many lifestyle changes are likely to occur from infancy to adulthood and all points in between, which means that ergonomical, environmental and kinesiological considerations will need to be addressed. Oh, and goosebumps or gooseflesh (piloerection). Especially those which are not associated with any sort of secondary type of sensation nor do they appear to be driven by obvious motivators. I can only wonder if it is possible for a region to get stuck in a feedback loop long after any original stimulus has long since past.
Echoes? Regional echoes within organic tissues? Surely not. Does make me wonder tho what types of environmentals could be affecting the data processing. Clothing? Cloth types? Other types of topical considerations such as chemicals, sunlight, etc.? The presence or absence of hair? I mean, does the body know that hair should be in a certain place, but the body becomes confused when the hair that should be there…is missing? Or maybe even that the hair that is there does not statistically equate with the hair which should be there? We’re talking about hair on human beings, not static discharge aerials on the trailing edges of aircraft wings.
Still, it is a very intriguing notion to think that the body actually keeps historical data on what should be where. Logistical and accounting data. “I sent this amount of keratin to pore 436 from August to February…there should be a hair there, but I’m getting reports that there is no hair there. Why is there no hair there? Where’d all that keratin go?”
Where would all of that transactional data even be stored? More than that, what would be the protocols involved with retrieving such data.
Q: Does the body shut down systems which it perceives as unnecessary?
A: ? ? ?
What about systems which it cannot perceive? Which begs the question, do systems shut themselves down when they perceive themselves as no longer perceived? Yes, a lot of this is going to be no-brainer types of stuff. But that’s not what I am thinking about here. Gotta be some answers to be found in these “foreign limb” and/or “phantom limb/phantom pain” dynamics. Lastly, the buttocks and the dynamics which have changed its daily placement(s) over the past few centuries, and especially in The West. Think not only chairs and more sedentary types of postures, but also think lymphatic system.
^Infected Mushroom – Kazabubu HQ / HD^
NOTE: Sorry about the long wall of text for you to sort Roob. About all I can do is offer a tune.
❤
^Of Monsters and Men – King And Lionheart (Official Video)^
Two weeks ago, there was this…
The Cruel Monkey Experiments ONPRC Didn’t Want You to See
It would appear that the primate car wash accident actually happened on 13 August, and the PETA stuff appears to have been released on 17 August, but it also appears that the Oregon Primate Research Center and Oregon Health & Science University maybe aren’t the same things.
Ah…ONPRC was established by the NIH in 1961, but ONPRC and OHSU didn’t become affiliated until 1998. I wonder how that happened. How does a state-run university get its hooks into a federally funded something? Looks like the Oregon Health and Sciences University was cited in February of 2020 for letting some Prairie Voles die of thirst/dehydration.
Q: Can you trust a health organization who treats living things in bad/poor ways?
A: Just wondering where their heads are with respect to care. Wondering within that particular healthcare chain, who decides when “poor health” ends, and “good healthcare” begins.
ONPRC letting those monkeys die in a high-pressure sponge bath ain’t very reassuring either.
^Smoke Fairies – Living With Ghosts (Official Video)^
After reading that monkey stuff and pig bit, it occurs to me that “robotics” has been a thing for a very long time. Long before robots were a thing. Nannies, butlers, maids, stewards, servants, slaves and more or less “single use” types of employees of all kinds. Lets not forget slaves. Maybe even one’s own family members. Tools. They perform specific tasks for one’s own purposes. They look and behave certain ways. They are programmed to give certain responses in specific situations. They are subject to wrath when they do not perform as they are supposed to. If that pole dancer don’t jiggle her ass just right and to my satisfaction, I ain’t gonna be sticking my hard-earned currency in her panties.
Q: Is my heart “a robot” to me?
A: ???
Before you get too dismissive, if my heart starts to malfunction to the point of failure, I may just decide to rip that one out and get a new one because I live in a time where this is possible. And the surgeons and medical staff who do it? Yeah, they better perform their jobs flawlessly and as-advertised. All their equipment better be tip-top as well.
^Noisia – Lilith’s Club^
One can dig pretty deep on that less obvious robotics stuff if one so chooses. Just be warned that you’re likely to waft in and out of stereotypes and stereotyping along the way. Certain people don’t act in the ways you expect them to. Or maybe even they do act in the way(s) you expect them to, but they are only doing so because of your own presence. Once you leave, they’ll get out of character and go back to normal. Normal normal. Not the normal they think you think is normal.
Q: What is normal?
A: Dunno. It's pretty much none of my business really.
You cannot see into my head to see what it is that is driving my thinking here, but what I am primarily thinking about is “Lee” from John Steinbeck’s novel East of Eden.
If you’ve not read the book I’m not gonna spoil it for you, but let’s just say that there are layers to this Chinese character named Lee. Stunning layers. Layers which, in the case of a young mind like mine, can really put perspective on why certain living things sometimes behave in the way(s) that they do. Now, I said I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I was just checking out the footnotes of the Wikipedia article for East of Eden, and it would appear that someone has written a thesis on this Lee character. Perhaps you can bookmark the thesis, exercise some personal restraint, then read the thesis after you read East of Eden.
But whatever is fine
I will add tho that I’ve skimmed the first part of the abstract from the thesis which states that Lee is one of the most overlooked characters in the novel. That may be, and I could see how he could be overlooked, but I can tell you that the character Lee has mystified and amazed the living shit out of me for well over 30 years. Probably the most important character in the book, and I’d be willing to bet I’m not alone in that regard. But, that’s just my opinion. Don’t let my opinion(s) sway yours. Read the book, meet the Hamilton and Trask families on your own terms, and have your own journey.
^Bomb The Bass – Megablast [HD]^
Say! Wasn’t “Trask” the last name of the big man in the movie Working Girl?
Trask…Radio.
Trask…Radio.
*I love that film, Clicky…*
Strange way to connect.
Strange way to make a connection.
Hrm
^Jain – Makeba (Official Video)^
Some are able to take advantage of free-will, others…maybe not so much. Kinda weird how things shake out in this universal hoedown to where some are able to do more or less whatever they please, up to and including disallowing others from doing as they please. Maybe there’s some logic in there tho. Maybe there’s some lessons to learn. Maybe the ones who learn these lessons can teach them to others. Only the good stuff of course. Don’t tell all the gory details. Clean it up nice and shiny so its appealing and attracts (and hooks) lots of fishies.
Wait…did we just go off the rails? Did we miss the point? Woah…did we just learn something about learning about what we’ve learned?!?
^LTJ – I Dont Want This Groove To Ever Ends^
Regarding “fail videos”...
VR Helmet “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
Hoverboard “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
Snow-skiing/snowboarding “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
People leapfrogging access barriers “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
Attempting to cut your own bangs “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
Alpacas spitting “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.
Contrived “fails” are stupid 100% of the time*
*unless the orchestrated fail fails
Cycles are on my mind, and I’m seeing some cycles in some of the fail compilation vids I watch on YouTube. Yes, I watch fail compilation vids on YouTube. Lots of them. Recently been seeing a lot of recycling of old vids, and tons of vids which are obviously fake/orchestrated. I guess all these new YouTube channels are desperate for content. As such, anything remotely passable will do. And I’m not really complaining as much about the content as am interested in what kind of shift this is likely to cause within the YouTube organization itself.
Q: Can I manufacture a “fail video” where are of the elements of this video are entirely orchestrated and completely fictional, and then upload this video as a “fail video” or “watch people die inside” or “people being stupid” or similar?
A: ¿?¿
The assumption is that the events depicted are authentic candid or even guarded/quasi-guarded moments which have been opportunely captured/recorded on video or film, and the parties involved have consented to make these visual recordings publicly available for whatever reason(s). Nonfiction. Maybe even biographical or historical in some senses, but authentic. Keep in mind that money is almost assuredly changing hands, which means that all fucking kinds of interests may feel the need to get involved at some point. I mean, if you are acting this stuff out, and you are getting paid, that means you are a professional actor. Professional filmmaker. Professional photographer or videographer. There are other processional interests in the world who may look unkindly upon your making money of what they consider to be their trade, and they may further look unkindly upon YouTube for more or less encouraging you to do it. And if you are making money off your vids but those who appear in them are not getting a cut? Yeesh. I hope you put some of that money back.
^Chemical Brothers – Song to the Siren^
Why would I even be thinking about shit like this, let alone on this “fail” topic?
A: Disclosure
Yeah, this UFO “Disclosure Movement” nonsense. Gotta be able to tell what is real, and what is fake, and gotta be aware of who is making these determinations for you. Prolly also important to be aware of who could “fake” things, and what systems might be in place which would prohibit them from doing so. Remember, if someone tells you that a something is authentic (especially if an “expert” tells you) and you don’t believe, you are going to be castigated. You are going to be classified. Non-believer at best, irrational idiot at worst.
lolz…kinda funny to think of a UFO investigator or UFO enthusiast calling people irrational just because they now have the governments of the world and other powerful institutions on their side.
d i G R E s s
^The Cube Guys – ‘Baba O’Riley’ (UK Club Mix)^
Gonna be a lot of money moving through these various interests. Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence, SETI, National Science Foundation, US Defense Department, NATO, United Nations, NASA, ESA, Space-X, Blue Origin, NSA, CIA, FBI, INTERPOL, all that and more are gonna be involved somewhere along the line. That means money. Question is, how can you justify the expense if any of the evidence supporting these claims is…fake. What the fuck is “fake” anyway? I mean like, outside of orgasms, what is “fake”.
Where I found it, Pellagra was associated with…Schizophrenia? Hrm. I admit I did not read all the details on the blog that associated Pellagra with Schizophrenia, but seeing as how I’ve been pondering foreign limb syndromes, alien hand syndrome, phantom pain and body integrity dysphoria, I wonder if there is a possibility that some malady creates a need to achieve a state/circumstance unlike the present state and/or circumstance.
EX: You are experiencing a malady, you’d rather not be/you wanna be cured.
I guess one could argue that a certain trauma could cause some sort of psychosis or mental break. But speaking from my own experiences, there are potentially some strange pharmacological wheels turning there. They’re nested way the fuck in the background, but they are there. And regarding the connection between Pellagra and Schizophrenia I’m thinking less here about wishful thinking, fantasy and escapism, and thinking more in terms of fight or flight (or fawn). Maybe even post-traumatic stress disorder. I see no mention of Schizophrenia in the Wikipedia article on Pellagra. Still, did see this…
Nonpolar amino acids. Photo-sensitivity. Dermatitis. Dementia. Poverty gets a mention under Pellagra, corn also gets a mention, but no mention of Vertigo under either Pellagra nor Hartnup Disease.
Hrm. Vertigo
“Y’know that ringing in your ears? That ‘eeeeeeeeee’? That’s the sound of the ear cells dying, like their swan song. Once it’s gone you’ll never hear that frequency again. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Movie = Children Of Men
Ear cells. Wait…ear cells? What in the fuck are “ear cells”? There’s hairs in there, fluids, bones, membranes, but “ear cells”? What in the fuck is she talking about?!?
^Remco Beekwilder – Public Resistance [EMERALD002]^
May seem like a stretch, but I’m seeing a whispy connection via race and locale/geographic location. Not saying that it’s necessarily anything sinister, but it sure as shit feels weird. Could just be me tho. I’ve thought a lot about fats and oils from the 1500s forward, and how they have moved as people have moved over the past 500 years. Have thought some about vegetables too, but I personally have thought more about animal based oils and fats seeing as how protein-based foods are likely to be somewhat erratic in the diet, whereas carbohydrates probably not as erratic in the diet (for some anyway).
Think: poverty. Or even famine, s’il vous plaît. Pestilence too. After all, crop circle makers aren’t the only things in this world capable of destroying various agricultural crops for their own personal gain(s).
^Max Bett – Mad Clinic^
Might wanna also take into consideration that the 365/366 types of diets have only become a thing in the last 50-75 years or so, and especially in the last 20-30 years. Reliable refrigerated shipping and especially air-cargo have radically changed not only where things come from, but also their availability. “Seasonal” is pretty much not a thing anymore, and most can get whatever they want, whenever they want. Depending on where one lives of course. And your own personal financial situation. Which brings me to the point of derivatives. Doesn’t matter where you get your proteins, vitamins, minerals, fatty acids and/or “essential oils”, what matters is that you get them.
^Nicolas Jaar – Mi Mujer ( Lyrics In The Description Section)^
Whilst we are on the topic of pollutants, you may want to consider that some entities have no interest whatsoever in solving the problem(s) of pollution. Some pollutants are like obscure little calling cards which allow certain entities to have access to metrics which very few have the resources to track. They’ve acquired a type of sight which not many have. It’s almost mystical. You really think that they are going to willingly give that kind of vision up after working so hard to obtain it? And hey, whilst you are blinding the big powers by removing small data from their big machines, why don’t you locate all Yogis and Yoginis and pull their legs off, so that they can no longer sit in the lotus position and get all enlightened and see stuff no one else can see.
Models.
Everything seems to be based upon them.
Some perfect something, made even more perfect
Sometimes the modeling processes
The modeling processes themselves undergo
Unpack and repackage the packaging in new packaging.
Re-mystify.
Sell ideas.
Some ideas and their models are more radical than others.
Some ideas and their resulting models may be downright strange.
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