Friday 27th July 2012 saw the Opening Ceremony of the XXX Olympic Games in London, Dear Reader. Nerves were twanging, excitement was high and the heat? Well, that was certainly oppressive.
Would we fuck it up? We’re bound to fuck it up. We are a nation of fuck ups after all…
*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*
… Or are we? I wonder…
“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”
*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*
*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*
After my post LoL posting snooze yesterday afternoon, Dear Reader, I got in contact with my good friend, Cade – he lives in Texas; they’re 6 hours behind. He’s very kindly been keeping me company whilst I convalesce from my unexpected surgery…
*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*
*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*
*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*
*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*
Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…
… And I highly recommend it. Hopefully, Cade and I can watch Ed Wood tonight, Dear Reader. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow but until then… Have a Song… 😉
Quite unexpectedly, Dear Reader, I spent Tuesday night in hospital…
*/lights up…Had to be a 137 in there sumwear eh, Clicky?*
Hospital (n.1)
‘mid-13c., “shelter for the needy,” from Old French hospital, ospital “hostel, shelter, lodging” (Modern French hôpital), from Late Latin hospitale “guest-house, inn,” noun use of neuter of Latin adjective hospitalis “of a guest or host” (as a noun, “a guest; the duties of hospitality”), from hospes (genitive hospitis) “guest; host;” see host (n.1).
‘The sense of “charitable institution to house and maintain the needy” in English is from early 15c.; meaning “institution for sick or wounded people” is first recorded 1540s. The same word, contracted, is hostel and hotel. The sense shift in Latin from duties to buildings might have been via the common term cubiculum hospitalis “guest-chamber.” The Latin adjective use continued in Old French, where ospital also could mean “hospitable” and ospitalite could mean “hospital.”‘
… It all happened so quickly…
*There’s ALWAYS a shining silver lining, Clicky… /drags…*
host (n.1)
‘”person who receives guests,” especially for pay, late 13c., from Old French oste, hoste “guest, host, hostess, landlord” (12c., Modern French hôte), from Latin hospitem (nominative hospes) “guest, stranger, sojourner, visitor (hence also ‘foreigner’),” also “host; one bound by ties of hospitality.”
‘This appears to be from PIE *ghos-pot-, a compound meaning “guest-master” (compare Old Church Slavonic gospodi “lord, master,” literally “lord of strangers”), from the roots *ghos-ti- “stranger, guest, host” and *poti- “powerful; lord.” The etymological notion is of someone “with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality” [Watkins]. The biological sense of “animal or plant having a parasite” is from 1857.’
… So I’m at home, Dear Reader. Sore – sure, and still kinda groggy but there is no fucking way I’m gonna try and get to my job on the 13th and top floor of the LA Tower…
*Knot that LA Tower, Clicky… /flicks ash… Local Authority…*
…One which has NO air conditioning…
*And at the start of this week, Clicky, no fucking drinking water either! …/slurps back cold drink… Honestly…*
*ghos-ti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “stranger, guest, host,” properly “someone with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality,” representing “a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society” [Watkins]. But as strangers are potential enemies as well as guests, the word has a forked path.
The word ghos-ti- was thus the central expression of the guest-host relationship, a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society. A guest-friendship was a bond of trust between two people that was accompanied by ritualized gift-giving and created an obligation of mutual hospitality and friendship that, once established, could continue in perpetuity and be renewed years later by the same parties or their descendants. [Calvert Watkins, “American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots”]
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek xenos “guest, host, stranger;” Latin hostis, in earlier use “a stranger,” in classical use “an enemy,” hospes “host;” Old Church Slavonic gosti “guest, friend,” gospodi “lord, master;” Old English gæst, “chance comer, a stranger.”‘
Sew… I’ve decided to utilize this unexpected time off work by writing some Sophia’s Correction posts… Lashy has three new talks up…
*/final drag… I’ve already listened to ’em… /plumes smoke… So un-fuckin’-believably syncy, Clicky…
*poti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “powerful; lord.”
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit patih “master, husband;” Greek posis, Lithuanian patis “husband;” Latin potis “powerful, able, capable; possible.”‘
… And maybe have a gander at the Aeon Sophia’s consort, Thelete – the other half of the ‘Divine Experiment’ designer couple… The one, far, far away…
*/stubs butt… Ooh, butt I am feelin’ a bit sore now, Clicky… /gingerly stretches… get us a Song to end on luvvie…*
I’m off for an afternoon siesta now, Dear Reader, but I can’t end this post without saying a massive thank you to all the NHS peeps, who took such wonderful care of this decrepit, old bod this week…
Dear Reader, did you realise ‘Strzok‘ sounds like ‘struck‘? I’d seen the name in print but not heard it being pronounced until recently…
*A shambles is a magical tool… /lights up... as well a meat market, Clicky…/plumes smoke… Excellent Song choice btw… /drags… Works on so many levels…*
*Eww… I’m I the only fucking person that finks he’s the spit of Peter Mandelson? … /flicks ash…*
*Alright, I’ll get on with it, Clicky… /rubs face… Cor, you got sum fins on ya luv…*
Yesterday morning, Dear Reader, I read that Adrian Cronauer – the real ‘Good Morning, Vietnam’ DJ – had died…
‘Adrian Cronauer, who served as inspiration for Robin Williams’ breakout character in the 1987 film Good Morning, Vietnam, has died in Virginia aged 79.
‘Like his eponymous character, Cronauer was a radio presenter in Saigon in 1965 and 1966 known best for his enthusiastic early morning greeting and penchant for playing rock’n’roll tunes to raise American troops’ morale during the Vietnam War.’
… I mentioned it to Cade when I got home from work, a couple of hours earlier than normal thanks to wondrous invention of FlexiTime…
… The choice of evening’s entertainment had been made: a triple bill of Robin Williams flicks. In the first, ‘Good Will Hunting’, he played a doctor, who was still in mourning for the death of his wife…
*Lovestruck… /puffs… Kudos for the baseball striking bat clip, Clicky…*
… Followed by ‘The Fisher King’ in which he played a former teacher at Hunter College, sent mad and homeless by the murder of his wife…
*Huh, he gets struck with a baseball bat at the end of the clip… /blows… You know, Clicky, Jeff Bridges plays a DJ in that film?*
…And finally topped off the early hours of this morning with ‘What Dreams May Come’ – a line in ‘Hamlet‘ – in which he plays another doctor, this one dead and in heaven, mourning the suicide of his wife…
*/clears throat… And sum funderstruck at the end of that clip…*
It struck me, Dear Reader, that Robin Williams essentially played the same character in our little Friday evening movie-fest. A widower motivated by the deepest love felt by a husband for his wife…
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Yikes! …/flicks lighter… Well, yeah, I can see why you picked Magritte’s Son of Man picture… /lights up… Where’s the fuckin’ famous ‘diversity’ we’re all told to embrace, when super massive corpses, controlling cuntin’ everything, are encouraged? …/drags… It’s enough to make you blue…*
*/coughs… Yeah, well quite… /flicks ash… It’s like Paracelsus pissin’ well never existed…*
NUTRITION
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, N stands for Nutrition…
*If you’re gonna ask, Cade-style, why I assign blue to Nutrition, Clicky, I’m gonna have to refer you back my previous answer…/puffs… Red it? Okay, ask me another…*
Q. Roob, why do you refer to Frank Davis blog as the Blue universe?
What’s with that line on her left side that runs from under her left breast down and around her back? She must not be adequately hydrated or something.
SOMEONE GET THIS LADY UNLIMITED REFILLS OF A SUGARY DRINK!!!
So what does a purge have to do with some hottie’s bikini lines? Welp, when you get to the end, you evaluate…
right?
We’ve reached the end, and it’s time to dig out the calculators, sit back, add the columns, and reflect…
right in the big goddamn middle of the climax.
Or should we cum first…and THEN do our sums? Might need a towel. Prolly gonna be some sadness.
‘Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.’
Yep, no matter what it is you do, someone is prolly gonna bitch about it. I mean, today is Sunday, and I personally am sitting here working my ass off. Sitting, and working my ass off…that don’t synch.
I bet her lips smell like hamburger.
^ARCANA – As The End Draws Near^
That looks a bit like “SoPi-I” run amok (shudder).
Butt it’s also kinda accurate.
/me shrugs
I found that image above when looking for “on the beach” gifs. Was thinking about the “nutrition” that we get from the sun, and “tanning” didn’t get me much cept for boobies and tanning spray memes. Figured I’d give “on the beach” a try since Brizdaz (Darren) over at the Just Watching The Wheels Go Round blog was recently talking about reading Nevile Shute‘s book “On The Beach“. That book is about…(drum roll)…the end of the world…via nuclear war. I personally have only read the first few chapters of that book, but there’s a submarine in it.
‘Vitamin E has a natural affinity to the skin but the amount of Vitamin E is reduced in the skin when exposed to sunlight. … UV radiation from the sun is what causes us to tan, and helps the body to make its own vitamin D, yet exposure to the rays also cause an array of negative reactions in the skin.’
Source = Google – 1 July 2018
So reading that, it appears that when we go out into the sun, we don’t need as much Vitamin E in the skin. Or maybe it just can’t live there anymore because of this new neighbor? Our body prolly starts recalling and hoarding that Vitamin E shit as soon as the sun starts to kiss our flesh, in order to seduce our precious bodily fluids and their contents. Maybe Gen. Jack D. Ripper was right about being sapped…
So let’s us nutritionize our brain sacks by blending a few MRSREGNarcs hither and thither, and see what we can come up with. These are going to be fades/gradients, from one color to another, and they are gonna follow some more or less “logical” arcs.
Aqua(Movement) To Blue(Nutrition)
Green(Respiration) To Purple(Growth)
Orange(Sensitivity) To Red(Exretion)
This One All Colors/Concepts Circle Yellow(Reproduction)
Nice to be in the sunshine.
TB Chihuahua
TB Kahuna
TB Caboose
TB Potato
TB Crapola
Don't worry...I'm not trying to program you 😉
^Hayling – FcKahuna (Perfect Sound Quality)^
Prolly much more to nutrition than just only sustenance. It would be cool as shit to someday hook with a gal, and we work together, we plan and plot together, we shop together, we cook together, we eat together, we clean together, etc.. Prolly do some shit on our own together too…nothing wrong with that.
Very nutritional.
‘O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
‘my soul thirsts for you;
‘my flesh faints for you,
‘as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.’
… And navigate her course correction. Clicky, Cade and I hope you’ve enjoyed our play… Have a Song ❤
*LOL… like ‘streaming smoke’, Clicky… /pats snout… Yore such a wag. Well, Lashy does say Sophia’s an ancient fallen alien, who’s sumfin of a scientist… /lights up…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Hang on, weren’t it that Veruca Salt wot consorted wiv the squirrels? …/flicks lighter… Bad sorts plopped aht the garbage shute… /lights up… Fitting. Butt wait, weren’t the brat’s dad played by Roy Kinnear in the original? …/drags …Yeah! An’ I woz only fuckin’ talkin’ about him with Cade the other night…*
*What already? Nah, Clicky…*
And what about the millions of women who voted for Brexit? They don’t count, it seems. Their rights — their democratic rights — can be overridden. This is elitism dressed up as feminism, and it insults female and male voters alike. https://t.co/RE9zzb8amO
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, G stands for Growth…
*Um… /gnaws bottom lip… Well, the bellend of a cock is kinda purplish, Clicky, ‘specially when grown erect… /sighs with relief… Ahh, yaw referrin’ to her purple ‘air. Oh okay…*
Thanks to the technological marvel called ‘The Internet’, the Okie Devil in Text US and I have watched a couple of movies together this week. He’d seen ‘Kick Ass’ before and I hadn’t, so we watched that on Tuesday evening. Then on Wednesday, we watched a film that I was familiar with that but he wasn’t…
[ANNABEL SNEEZES] KATHLEEN KELLY: Here you go, young lady. ANNABEL: What’s that? KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s a handkerchief. Do children even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex that you don’t throw away. See? My mother Embroidered this for me. My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower. JOE FOX: May I ask who you are? KATHLEEN KELLY: Kathleen Kelly. I own this store. And you are? JOE FOX: Joe. Just call me Joe. We’ll take these books. GEORGE: Okay. You’re gonna come back, aren’t you? JOE FOX: Of course. GEORGE: See? That is why we won’t go under. Our customers are loyal. KATHLEEN KELLY: They’re opening a Fox Books around the corner. ANNABEL: Fox Books! My daddy… JOE FOX: Likes to buy discount. But don’t tell anybody. It’s nothing to be proud of. MATT: F-O-X. KATHLEEN KELLY: That’s amazing! You can spell “fox.” Can you spell “dog”? MATT: F-O-X. JOE FOX: Look at this dinosaur book. It’s a pop-up dinosaur book. Wouldn’t you like to have a dinosaur book like that? Wouldn’t you like to read that? Sit here and read Matt the book until I take care of things. Whatever you do, just don’t listen
to anything I say. Thank you. We’ll take that pop-up book as well. KATHLEEN KELLY: The world is not driven by discounts. I’ve been in business forever. I started helping my mother when I was 6, and I used to watch her. She wasn’t just selling books. She was helping people become whatever they were going to be. When you read a book as a child, it becomes part of your identity… in a way that no other reading in your life does. And I have gotten carried away. JOE FOX: Yeah. Yeah, you have. You’ve made me feel… Enchanting. Your mother was enchanting. KATHLEEN KELLY: Yes, she was. GEORGE: How will you be paying for this? JOE FOX: Cash. KATHLEEN KELLY: How did you know that? JOE FOX: From the photograph. That you in the photograph? What are you doing? KATHLEEN KELLY: Twirling. My mother and I used to twirl. She left the store to me,
and I’ll leave it to my daughter. GEORGE: Seventy-three dollars, please. JOE FOX:How much? GEORGE: Uh, 73 dollars. JOE FOX: Oh. Uh…
My name is Dr. Spoogey McFapsalot, and I’ll be occupying the next bit(s) of space.
Difficult to believe that June of 2018 is already almost over…
but it is...
so get the fuck over it. Speaking of which, do you mark your days, weeks, months and years with anything other than the calendar? Do you mark your seconds, minutes and hours with anything other than the clock?
SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
That’s all you use? The clock and the calendar? No rain gauges? No humidity gauges? No outings to just sit and watch the weather for a bit? No star gazing to see what celestial bodies are appearing in which part of the sky and when? No attention paid to trees, grasses and other plants except to note if they need to be cut or pruned? No mind paid to insects ‘cept those that need to be eradicated? No consideration(s) given to animals except those that need to be trapped, regulated and/or captured and exterminated?
Welp, it’s your life, so you can do what you want…but I’d just like to point out a few things about learning to get your bearings…
and that is...
Yeah, you can teach yourself to do these things. I mean, if there is some weird-ass polar flip someday, and suddenly both North and South are located in the same general region only 45° off the horizon from each other, you’ll prolly have a leg up on how this is possible. Maybe even have a leg up on why it happened. You’re certainly less likely to freak the fuck out that it has happened.
^Mandalay – Flowers Bloom (PFM Remix)^
Anyone see the rainbow(s) in that pic above?
Yes? No?
Welp…they are there. It’s not my fucking fault that you can’t see them. BUT! I am willing to help a brutha/sista out. So let me take my genius skills, put them to work, and I’m gonna put them to work for you, you and only you. Here’s how…
What I’ve done, is take the original gif image apart frame by frame, then put it back together in a slower animation. That way, you can still see all 30 frames of the original animation, but you can see them a shade better than you can in the original.
Wait....better? Or different?
Prolly “different” is a better word/phrase to use in this context. Afterall, we’re chasing rainbows. Hopefully, you can see the rainbows now, and you can also see that some are vertical, some horizontal, and in some of the frames there is a shift along the axis. So you are prolly asking yourself…
Q: DUDE!!! What in the FUCK does this have to do with either the color purple or growth?!?!?
A: I dunno. Prolly nothing. Just killing time really.
That said, if we rely on existing tools to do all or even most of the work for us, there is going to be mystery embedded in how certain things are done. Wonder in how things are accomplished.
Mystery + Wonder = Fear.
^Future bound – Sorrow^
I know…I know…fear is something that is typically associated with yellow, and possibly even green. Green afterall is associated with envy and perhaps even jealousy. Mix yellow and blue, and you get green. So does fear and sadness make envy? If so, that’s gonna stumble over into red, which is associated with rage and malice.
But that's not really where I was going with this.
I personally tend to associate fear with purple…not yellow. Purple is usually associated with royalty, but so is red and blue, which gets us right back to purple.
‘You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me.’
WOAH WAIT!!! Does that mean, that if I personally, can spend my life working on taming that thing called “jealousy”, I can possibly be a better me as a result?!?!?!?
I mean FUCK! If God suffers from jealousy, perhaps this is something that I can work on, and if successful, it’ll help me in other areas as well!!! Jealousy and envy seem to go hand-in-hand, and if I can tame jealousy and envy, that should help me with fear…
right?
But challenging God to an arm-wrestling match is prolly gonna result in a lot of bumps and bruises for me, and bruises suck major ass. Meh fuckit, any beating I can take so that I don’t have to dish one out?
I actually think about those two a lot when I write, so I thought I’d throw a wrench into whatever Roob and Clicky are currently up to. I personally have not been writing at all for several weeks and currently have no plans to do so.
^ASAP Rocky “Purple Swag”^
“ROW” is right there in the big middle of “GROWTH”.
I guess you better get to paddlin’, eh?
There’s even a “ROWT” to take.
I guess you are prolly free to take whichever route you please.
Assuming we are reading into things correctly that is.
“OW” is in there too.
Might be some bruising up ahead.
Guess that would make the “WTH” out to be “WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?”
Keep going…
Keep rowing…
Keep going…
Keep rowing…
Take 5, and smoke em' if you got em'.
^TE VAKA – KALEVE (Live) Polynesian drums and chants^
Speaking of time and/or telling others what to do with their time, isn’t it amazing what people do with their time? It’s fireworks time here in Murca, and Independence Day is only a few days away.
Anyone got any plans?
Picnic? Beer? Boating? Fireworks? Let’s look some shit up…
There’s a qualification in the description of the video below that no Magnesium (Mg) and no Alumineninnyum (Al) was used in order to “keep the temperature low”. So I guess with respect to the bands of the rainbow, and where purple is, does that mean that purple needs/requires cooler temperatures in order to be visible? Potentially says a lot about where we see rainbows and why. Ultraviolet is going to be lurking around there in proximity, and we all know that UV rays are bad. So I guess purple is bad.
Prolly why I like it.
^Purple Star :Home made Fireworks Project1.avi^
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*/final drag… Yeah, so we watched Greg Kinnear in You’ve Got Mail one night and then Rory Kinnear in the ‘ollow crown the following night… /stubs butt… which is the reason I mentioned his dad… /stream smoke… All a bit syncy, Clicky…*
Q. Roob, why do you think of the LoL as the Purple universe?
*Clicky! Go get Cade’s purple/growth song to finish with. Ya sarky fuck…*
Tomorrow sees us take on Nutrition in the final post of this exploring MRSREGN series, Dear Reader. And then on Monday, I’ll be back at work… Have a Song 😉
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Pubs stink of sweat an’ piss now? No shit, Sherlock… /flicks lighter… Haha! Similar fing occurred ‘ere this week. Turns out the mess was down to Fing 1… /lights up… Luckily Loops fessed; I was about to blame Fing 2… /drags… Well, ya would wooden ya…*
*Neo or Leo, red or blue? A bit limiting, Clicky… /deep drag… Course, I’d take both… /blows smoke ring… Butt that’s me… /taps teeth… Still, can be messy… /puffs… Very messy…*
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If you want to be a good typist… … …wait… … …scratch that, and let’s start over.
If you want to be a really fucking good at typing on a computer keyboard, you are going to have to be a great computer keyboard navigator. You’re gonna have to get over certain preconceptions…
like looking at the keyboard as you type...
being fast…being accurate. I mean, when we type…
we wanna be understood...right?
We’ve got something we want to say/express, and we wanna say/express that. Don’t matta howz we sez it, we jus wanna sex it. I mean, sez it. So yeah…don’t matta howz we sez it, we just wanna sez it…yeah?
I’m gonna suggest that the “home” and “end” and “arrow” keys are prolly the most important keys to get familiar with learning to use when typing on the computer keyboard. The home and end keys can get you somewhere precise very quickly, and the arrow keys can take over from there. This keeps that hand of yours off the motherfucking mouse, which will in turn speed up your typing dramatically.
Once you get good at reaching over and tapping the home/end keys without looking, you’ll realize that you can just as easily slide you hand just a bit and get to using those arrow keys. Once you can do both of those, you’ll start to wonder what in the FUCK you’ve been thinking all these years by using the mouse instead of the home/end/arrow keys to get your cursor where it needs to be.
Pro Tip: You ARE going to make mistakes. Bunches of them. It’s just part of it.
Let’s go back to that “Kenosis” Wikipedia page tho. There’s something that kinda caught my eye on that page. Either something that has been added, or something that has been removed. So I’m gonna check the revisions page…
and yep...
that page has been edited 48 time since January of 2013. January 2013 is around about the same time that this “Kenosis” word somehow mysteriously crept into my head, I’ve visited that particular page quite a few times in the last 5+ years, and yeah…it appears there’s some modern modalities, arguments and perhaps even controversies that continue to intrude on this ancient concept. Must be some interpretive types of discussion going on behind the screens…I mean…scenes.
‘October 25, 2017 – Correct inappropriate link to emptiness as boredom, social alienation. Kenosis is the process of emptying one’s self.’
Wait…WHAT?!?!? Neither “boredom” nor “social alienation” are to be associated with “emptying one’s self” and/or “being empty”?!?!?!?
Ya know, one of the first ever illustrations of Lucifer that I ever saw was in a Bible that was given to me as a kid, and it showed this angel leaning up against a building in Heaven with his head bowed and picking at his fingernails. It was obvious that the artist who drew this pic was trying to convey that Lucifer was bored asfuck.
Lost.
Dejected.
Rejected.
Conflicted.
I mean, have these people editing Wikipedia actually taken the time to consider what “the will of God” may be with respect to time as it applies to you as an individual? What happens if you empty yourself out, but you do such a great fucking job that you are WAY ahead of schedule? Or something has changed? What if you are a hoarder by nature and this “emptying” process takes a lot longer than expected?
Yeah…I think someone at Wikipedia might need to give some thoughts to the “verb” parts of “verbiage” in this context. I mean, you can even be busy as shit, and bored as fuck. Maybe so fucking bored that you nitpick the living shit out of anything and everything, up to, and including, the smallest of additions that may in fact have major impacts on how one thinks based on what is available to them, and when.
^FRONT 242 – Quite Unusual^
So let’s get away from these more abstract notions about emptying, and get onto some solid shit that is more directly related to MRSREGN. Let’s connect some dots.
Whenever you take something into your piehole, masticate it into sweet, sweet oblivion, and then swallow it, that and those process(es) are likely to start spinning up a lot of digestive processes within your being. I say “being” and not “body” because there is much more to eating than just and only “nutrition” as science seems to look at it. I mean, you wouldn’t be eating it unless it tasted good…
right?
It prolly smelled good, looked good, may have even felt good…from preparing it, to dishing it out, to portioning it, to shoving it into your fat face…yeah…prolly felt good. So lots of processes going on there that you might not be thinking about, because it ain’t just/only about calories and carb content(s), and sugar amounts, and whether or not your gut is gonna hang over your new Speedo when you take them out for a spin at the beach next month.
So as you inhale that guilt burger and fries, your asshole prolly already starts getting messages that a delivery is en route and should be there within the next 12-48 hours. Unless the burger has botulism...in which case…a partial delivery can be expected in 2-4 hours depending on how much goes back out the way it came in.
Digress.
Growth is growth. Doesn’t matter whether it’s packing on muscle, or ditching fat, or even both…you are either adding to the negative column(s) or subtracting from the additive column(s).
So yeah...growth.
^David Holmes – Gone (PFM remix)^
So…when we mix red with green, and red with purple, and green with purple, the above is what results. There are 21 distinctive iterations in each individual color change. So yeah, from base color to base color on each end, there are 19 colors between the two bases.
Actually, there are a lot more than that, but the tool that I used only gave me 19 changes between the two base colors.
But lets get it back to more like the more triangular connective image that I made above.
We gots us red in one area, green in another, and purple in yet another…all packed into a single space, and yet still packed in to single spaces. Makes for some odd concepts to think about…eh?
Welp, not really. I mean, you’d prolly not be very hard pressed to find an image of a person being scanned with an infrared scanned that shows body heat and/or temperature differentials, and those are not going to be much different than viewing x-ray images or catscans, or an MRI scan of some kind…
it's all about focus, focusing and what you are focused on.
Do you wanna know where you are going? Do you wanna know where you should go? Do you wanna know how you are gonna get there? I can prolly help with some of that. I may even be able to help with all of that. Shits gonna get funky tho. Just sayin’. Maybe not tho.
/me shrugs
^public enemy – hazy shade of criminal – Greatest Misses^
If you need to take a shit, you should prolly focus on the successful completion of that process. Dump it, wipe it, flush it. Of course, you MIGHT wanna make sure you can facilitate the successful completion of that middle part, once you’ve actually located an adequate location to dump your yesterday’s burger and fries.
Always a good idea to check.
But yeah, if ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Don’t pucker and clinch and hold it. I mean, your body has already done all the work for you…ain’t you got a few minutes to help a brother or sister out? OH!!! And don’t forget to wash. You’re filthy. We don’t want your filth.
Q: I wonder where that botulism you’re injecting in your face or whatever came from?
A: !!!
Prolly originated in a pig’s ass. Or unicorn tears. Maybe both. Meh…it’s your body…do whatever in the fuck you want with it. I’d prolly still kiss you.
^Zero – Smashing Pumpkins^
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*Me too! …/stubs butt… Say, go fetch Cade’s Song for us petal… /pats snout… There’s a good dolphin…*
Well then, Dear Reader, that’s Excretion in the bag. Two more aspects of MRSREGN to go under these micros’ scope. Until tomorrow… Have a Song 😀
…ever since mentioning the series at the tail end of the last LoL post, a Missive From ‘Merica penned by my very good friend, the Okie Devil of Text US…
‘Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRSREGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along.’
*Purely a short cut, Clicky… /squints… Now stop interrupting…*
After much fretting and pondering, inspiration finally arrived in a form of a cigarette, accompanied by a right foot caked in earth…
I was shocked; Cade doesn’t smoke. He’s asthmatic and besides, he prefers to chew tobacco than smoke it, Dear Reader. If current day smokers are treated badly – and we are – then spare a thought for the chewers – they were ousted from polite society a hundred years ago…
Howdy. Yep…it’s me…Loudmouth McTalksalot (Cade). Sorry to buttinski here, but I’m gonna.
I just recently asked RooBeeDoo a question about “Gang Stalking“, and asked this question within the context of a certain video that I forwarded to her for her opinion(s).
My Q: What branch of MRSREGN would “gang stalking” fall under?
Her A: Growth.
Purple = Growth.
This was, and is, interesting to me. Her whole MRSREGN business interests me because of it’s relationship to the chakras, but more than that, it interests me because of how Roob found these things. She’s told me that she never connected the two until I said something about it, and I believe her. I mean, were it not for books, television, radio, the Internet, and their related structures, one could potentially stumble upon and create a virtually identical system without prior knowledge of the existing system even being there.
I personally see this as a type of providence…very substantive and very direct. A very specific and likely very personal reason for revisiting an existing something in a new way with and via a new set of eyes and/or experiences. So yeah…a smart one that RooBeeDoo is. Saw something that needed doing, and did it. To think that a certain something that was devised “here” is equally applicable to somewhere else where this system does not exist/has not existed? Doesn’t make sense to me…but that’s just me.
I’m not particularly fond of a system that ignores the individual, or a system that is willing to ignore the individual, all for the sake of that system.
/shrug
^Kundalini & the Power of Awakening: A Spontaneous Kundalini Experience^
Okay, long story short, Dear Reader, MRSREGN – Movement, Respiration, Sensitivity, Reproduction, Excretion, Growth, Nutrition – are 7 processes to determine life on this planet, as ascribed by ‘Science‘. I simply ascribed a colour from the REGN-bow-wow to each of the processes. To help me navigate ‘Sophia’s Correction’…
Joe Fox: Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. She was too proud. Kathleen Kelly: I thought you hated Pride and Prejudice. Joe Fox: Or was she too prejudiced and Mr. Darcy is too proud? I can’t remember. Joe Fox: It wasn’t personal. Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I’m so sick of that! All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s personal to a lot of people. What is so wrong with being personal anyway? Joe Fox: Nothing. Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal. Kathleen Kelly: My head is starting to get fuzzy. Why did you stop by again? I forget. Joe Fox: I wanted to be your friend. I knew it wasn’t possible. Sometimes a guy just wants the impossible.
Smoking, Dear Reader, is personal to me… It’s a lens…
*/final drag… I think that’s enough for now, Clicky… /stubs butt… You go get a Song and I’ll tie this shambles off…*
So, a synchromystical shambles on MOVEMENT will be up first, Dear Reader. As I’m on holiday, I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress and… Have a Song… 😉
The LoL is proud to present a new missive from Cade the Okie Devil of Text US for your delectation, Dear Reader, on what has been a very drab, wet Tuesday in June…
*Yeah right, Clicky, this is the UK, after all… /rolls eyes…*
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Hello there.
Mind if I ask you a few more questions after this question has been answered?
(tee hee)
Have you washed your hands lately? All clean? Any other areas of your body that have been slathered with soap(s) and water lately the quickly dried via any number of means and methods? Or are your hands pretty much the only thing that get bombed with a constant onslaught of waters(s), soap(s), and maybe even lotion(s).
I wonder what all that expansion/contraction does to the skin of the hands over the course of a day. Of course, for some of us, the skin of the hands is attached to the skin of the arms. Prolly some tugging and pulling that goes on there. Over time, that shit might start to add up. I mean, how many times do you pee during the course of a day? We all piss all over our hands when we pee, so we gotta wash our hands after ever single piss. Also, you likely are so diseased and infected with scum, that you’ve got to scrub your hands as if you were about to go into surgery.
Might be some tissue loss there, and there are almost certainly tissue changes going on. And since soap(s) are made from fats and oils, some of that might just seep into some of those cracks and/or get absorbed in the frictive fluid exchange transpiring as you wash/dry.
Nah...that's impossible.
Prolly no proof whatsoever that any such thing could even be possible. The only tissue changes going on are when janitors refill the toilet paper and towels. Prolly no need to mention that you wipe your varied areas with wood fiber(s).
Yes. I am available to help with those hard to reach areas. Have towel. Will travel.
Wait…you just peed. SURELY your body isn’t already getting receptive to more fluid intake/exchange just because you peed. The walk from the pisser to the sink? The stand and wash time at the sink? How many times do you think your heart beats during that period of time? Not that we absorb any moisture nor anything else through our skin or anything, but I’m wondering how much calculation your body is able to do between the time the pressure starts to relive on the bladder, and the time that you begin to wash your hands. Prolly a lot of computation that goes on. That said…
Q: What about opportunism?
A: WHAT?!?!?!??????????
Opportunism within the body: if certain tissue(s) within your hands are dry as fuck and starving for a drink, is it possible that certain tissues/cells contained within the epidermis can be programmed to grab the first available source of moisture, liquid/fluid?
There are many things that happen within the body that suggest that there is a sequencing and/or prioritization with respect to who gets what when, and how it gets it. There is also much to suggest that there are overrides, shutdowns and even “turbo-mode(s)” that sometimes happen which are triggered by any number of things. So is it possible that via soaps and cleansers and detoxing agents and lotions and creams, that certain cells, at certain times, might actually contain more than one set of of instructions?
You take what we give you, when you get it, how you get it.
We will notify you with a precursor when what you need is en-route.
If what your need is suddenly present, and no prior notification has been received, take it.
You are part of a community, but YOU are part of that community.
In all situations, be your own best judge.
No…fucking…way…in…HELL that a cell could POSSIBLY contain that many, nor even those TYPES of instructions.
IT'S JUST TISSUE!!!
Oh yeah? Say thatwhen the toilet paper roll is empty.
^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^
Yeah, this one has started off a little differently. Just got to thinking about the hands with respect to wetness and motion and additives and shit like that. But that leads me straight to two places…
the feet, and the womb.
Your feet likely sweat quite a bit during the course of a day, so I ponder the tug of war that results over time between the hands and feet. The torso and head are going to be players, and yes, I am thinking “wrinkles” more than anything, but mostly wrinkles as an unintended consequence of some of our daily routines.
EX: You ladies are likely to shave your legs and pits, and some of you may also be in the habit of shaving other areas to keep that lovely, lushy forest from creeping outside your panties or bathing suit.
(rawr)
Um…
Anyway…
Uhhhhhh…
Where was I going with this?
(sure as shit know where I ain't going, so let's move on)
So yeah, you are likely to lose some skin/tissue when you drag that razor over your skin, and you likely change direction(s) a time or ten. That is likely to add some more fractal types of geometric dynamics to this tug of war that is going on between your hands and feet, and it does so in some weird places.
Yeah...under the arms.
Several years ago, a motherfucking HORRIBLE thought creeped into my head as I pondered the dynamics of Morgellons as it related to underarm deodorant(s) and antiperspirant(s), and that was with respect to women who shave their pits. I mean, LOOK AT WHAT IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, AND RIGHT NEARBY!!!! Lymphatic/Lymph and Mammary Glands!!! Not to mention that the Vagus nerve(s) run right fucking there as well. But yeah, because of how you shave, and where the hair is located, half of any goop that you slather under your arms is likely to seep into and down the arm, and the other half is likely to seep in and down the torso?
Can that happen?!?!?!?
Does that antiperspirant shit start to amass over time? I mean, I’ve been wearing that shit for years, and can skip a day or two without smelling like B.O., so it’s GOT to start to accumulate…right? Not to mention the changes these chemicals have on the body over time. And what about the accumulations themselves? What happens when there is too much for the body to handle and/or for the structure(s) to support themselves? Do they crumble and propagate throughout the body?
Welp…I did an experiment.
No, I did not start shaving my pits.
But what I DID do, is stop using deodorants and/or antiperspirants of any kind.
The elephant in the room.
^Josh Wink – Don’t Laugh^
Lets us change gears here as we peer into the abyss.
I’ve been staring at something for several years now. Been writing about what I see, and am seeing, as best I can. My hitting the books and learning all kinds of directly related shit and chasing rabbits was going to do me no good. So yeah, it’s a bit dizzying to look at a problem like this (Morgellons) in the face, and see all that you see, then somehow relate it. I have to take into account every scar and blemish. Every bump and bruise. Every stretch and strain. Every relief and remedy. Some remedies, are quite…unusual.
I do not have Epilepsy, never had a seizure, and have only passed out once when getting my blood drawn when trying to join the USMC of all fucking things. Yeah…ringing endorsement for toughness there…passing out while getting your blood drawn to join The Marines…
BOORAH!!!
What I am rumored to have tho, is Asperger’s. I don’t black out, I drift. I start seeing and thinking about some of the craziest shit, all without drugs of any kind. It’s like I can see the entirety of celestial dynamics in motion, and I understand it…
but I can't relate it.
So I write music. I write poetry and song lyrics. I draw. I write. Anything and everything as a doorway that I can use to create something tangible to relate the pain of telling others the simple fact that “I cannot relate to you what I see, so this will have to do.”
With that in mind, what are some things that could be “nature’s way” of protecting us from things that we might be seeing or experiencing that we, or even nature, is unsure of how to handle? Contextually, this shouldn’t be that much of a stretch since life and an individual’s life is quite dynamic. The are going to be times that something is encountered for the first time. If you think about the way that we tend to handle “the unexpected” in our own life and lives, “stalling” is usually one of the first things we think of. Delay. Time…
we need more time.
Maybe this is why things tend to “slow down” when shit gets wonky. We ask for more time, and we get it. We just haven’t yet figured out that more time being poured into existing time makes time distort somewhat. Like adding air or water to a balloon. The balloon is still a balloon, it’s just…
different.
Much the same as when I drift. Big things get bigger, small things get smaller, and almost anything and everything that was previously fuzzy or distorted is now clear and concise. Naturally, most would think that the opposite is true, and from your perspective, it is…but not from mine. Your clarity is now fuzzy, and my clarity is sharp, therefore, I understand both.
But to be fair, I’ve been around for a while and have some experience under my belt. If you are someone who has a child with a “suspected this or that”, keep in mind that you don’t relate to them because you are trying NOT to relate to them. You want your child to be like everyone else. So yeah, there’s some distortion(s) going on there. Your child is NOT like everyone else any more than everyone else is like your child. They are unique. Similar, not same.
^Nitzer ebb – Getting closer^
Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.
But sometimes, I guess I have to step outside of what I or anyone else thinks, and try and shed pride completely. Operate outside of pride as best I can. Climb on to the OB/GYN table, put my legs into those stirrups, and get ready for the doctor to tell me to “GET THE FUCK OFF MY EXAMINING TABLE YOU FREAK!!!”
(lolz)
I digress.
It’s been quite a few years since I got my first glimpse of “The Morgellon’s Hole”, and each and every gaze has been deeper and more crushing. Finally, there was one day, the day when I started to ponder some more complex dynamics of the epidermis, connective tissues, skeletal and the musculature, that I literally laid on the floor and felt like my entire being was melting into the carpet.
“Oh..no," I thought.
No screams nor cries, no grunts nor groans. The weight of the Universe was upon me, and yet, I lay there and quietly melted into oblivion. Despair and hope somehow fused into an odd sort of unity that day as it became clear exactly what I was looking at.
As I pondered, everything became fuzzy as I contemplated the impossibility of what lay before me. Suddenly, the song that I was listening to on the headphones ended, and a commercial came on. A commercial for a new book. A book about some average ordinary guy, somehow caught up in a global conspiracy. No one to turn to, and completely alone, yet whatever this guy knew/had stumbled onto could change the entire world.
Q1: Did that really happen?
A1: Yes.
Q2: Was this a coincidence?
A2: I hope, that it was, but I just so happened to be listening and paying attention at just the right time for The Universe to throw me a bone.
I gotta be honest. After contemplating what I had just stumbled onto, and prior to that commercial coming on YouTube, I was seriously contemplating suicide as a possible option. There was NO…FUCKING…WAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it andI be correct.
It's too fucking massive, even for me.
That may sound prideful, but the impossible is possible in my life. So yeah, it WAS possible, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I’ve no one. My wife is divorcing me, I’m so beat up and worthless that I can’t work, my children think I’m a lazy oaf, my mom won’t speak to me, my dad and one of my sisters is dead, the other sister is recovering from her husband recently killing himself, and I have no friends to confide in.
What do I do? Who do I have?
Then, and almost as if on cue, that commercial came on.
So yeah…
Synchronicity
…I’m familiar with it.
That does NOT always make it, nor the journeys we find ourselves on any easier.
You’ve GOT to stop thinking of these things as only being bad or good.
They may be just a hello.
Maybe some kind of “yep, I am indeed here”.
Maybe nothing more than a something to see what you’ll do.
I dunno what to tell you. I really don’t.
But not all harbingers bring news of one type or another.
I'm saying all this to myself of course.
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^
I am NOT going to throw up some red flag and start screaming “STOP SHAVING” or “STOP BATHING” or “STOP USING SO GODDAMN MANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS”. My telling you to stop doing something is a mistake. Not only that, it’s wrong. You know your body and what it’s doing and/or not doing. You spending your days trying to head off some potential or future disease is futility.
YOU…
WILL…
DIE!!!
Period. End of story.
I mean, yeah, it’s likely to be a while, and now that I’ve vented a bit, I think it’s safer to say that “you may die”. I only say that because I heard of this new product that promises longevity and health.
j/k
I’ve heard of no such product. Nope…never.
Man…I’ve worked myself into a hole here.
I can hear the scoffs vibrating in my feet.
And yes, I rarely wear shoes, so yeah, I can indeed feel the scoffs. Can you? You should be able to. You are the one scoffing afterall. Unless you aren’t.
/me shrugs
^Calvin Harris I’m Not Alone DEADMAU5 REMIX^
You wanna know one of the worst things about the concept of Synchronicity? It makes us, that experience it, likely to not further ponder our dependence on it.
The Universe speaks, we hear.
But we are likely to want more. I mean, you’ve been waiting for this opportunity for your entire life…right? Now here it is, and you’ve a got a motherfucking ARMLOAD of questions you want and/or need answered.
Q: Ya think “The Universe” might already know that you’ve got questions?
A: …
Yeah…prolly a safe bet.
But think about this…does The Universe already speak to you? I mean, when you desire a breath, is there air available for you to do so? When you thirst, is there something available to drink? If nothing is available to drink at this exact moment, will there be at some point down the road?
I don’t want to presume to tell you how you should think, because again, I don’t know you. But I will say this…once you start becoming more self aware, you are going to start noticing people and places and things that you’ve never noticed before. And more than that, you are going to start looking at these people and things in completely different ways. You are going to feel as tho you are being crushed with data and information, on scales that are incomprehensible and possibly even inconceivable.
That’s what we call “humility”, and that crushing humility is going to be masked by, and wrapped in, something that we call…love.
It's weighty.
I’m not the type to make distinctions as to what is “more than or less than” because such distinctions fail us more than serve us. But that’s the types of decisions that you are better suited to make along your own journey. Pride suits certain people quite well, and it’s sometimes a joy to see certain people shining and basking in pride. So be mindful about your judgments and how they we serve you down the road.
Be nice.
Travel well.
Be safe.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
^Garbage – #1 Crush^
You don’t need me to save you.
I’m hanging on by a thread myself.
I’ll help anywhere and everywhere I can…sure.
But as far as saving goes? I dunno that I have any such authority.
I dunno tho…I mean, since we’re both here and both hanging on by a thread, what exactly is it that you need saving from? Whatever it is, prolly gonna take some time to pull this off.
*I could have done with that kind of offer at lunchtime today, Clicky…*
Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRSREGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤
I’d recently given a copy of ‘Six in Five in Four‘ to my IT Director at work. For his holiday; he was going sailing for a week, and so in desperate need of a collection of short stories, for dipping into when not doing important things with ropes and sails…
*/puffs… Kit Kat does take nice photos with his phone, Clicky…*
The third item in the care package was indeed signed, Dear Reader, but it wasn’t a book…
Hi Ruth
Final got this posted! The book and DVD are in the bottom of the box. On top is something I had no idea what to do with, so I thought “I know, I’ll lumber Ruth with it.” So here it is 😀
Do with it as you will, it probably burns well 😉
Kevin
Leggy had sent me his original artwork for the cover of ‘Six in Five in Four’! On the reverse, written faintly in pencil, were the names of all six Anthology authors, alongside their alchemy symbol. Thing Two, a.k.a. Kit Kat, was most intrigued by this; he even took a copy of the book away to read…
*I know! …/stubs butt… That’s all it fucking took to get him interested, Clicky…*
I’ve hung Leggy’s book cover artwork in pride of place, Dear Reader, above the place where I lay down… my head to sleep… perchance to dream…
Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
O RLY?!?!? This is where my thoughts go, eh? 😉
Mmmmmmm...time.
SUP DOUCHEBAGGY DOUCHEBAGS!!! HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY!!!
Excretion. Ex-skreet. X-Crete.
Hello there.
Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.
Library of Libraries 