… In hopes to avoid it, and prompted by Thing 2, I caught up on some movies he’d seen but that I had neglected to watch. During a rambling kitchen conversation on Friday evening, whilst he toasted and I buttered bagels, Kit Kat gave me a list of three to see, starting with…
*Thaw… /lights up… Blue Frank… /drags… has an interesting post up on his ‘Ice Age Theory’ today, Clicky… /streams smoke… Oh that’s reminds me, I got Iceland in the World Cup Sweepstake at work… /rolls eyes…*
I enjoyed watching Thor, so proceeded to watch his next suggestion, ‘Spiderman Homecoming’, and was surprised to see that Michael Keaton was in it…
‘c. 1300, “miracle,” also “wonderful story or legend,” from Old French merveille “a wonder, surprise, miracle,” from Vulgar Latin *miribilia (also source of Spanish maravilla, Portuguese maravilha, Italian maraviglia), altered from Latin mirabilia “wonderful things,” from neuter plural of mirabilis“wonderful, marvelous, extraordinary; strange, singular,” from mirari “to wonder at,” from mirus“wonderful” (see smile). A neuter plural treated in Vulgar Latin as a feminine singular. Related: Marvels.’
… Sew his last recommendation turned out to be particularly ‘synchy’…
*/flicks ash… Who’d have thought that I’d finally succumb …/drags… and watch the one fucking film I’d been avoiding on Malcolm X Day, Clicky! …/snorts smoke…*
My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…
… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad…
*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*
Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?
Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?
Movie = Aliens
^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^
So...where do I start?
Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?
Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.
I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.
I know logistics and have warehouse experience.
I know how to fuel airplanes.
I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.
I know technical writing.
I know software development and programming…
but I haven't done it in forever.
I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.
They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.
This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?
Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.
…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.
Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.
Let's abandon this ship.
It’s long since sailed.
^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^
Let's go with recent experience to start...
Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.
And yep...more thinking.
That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…
SoPi-H
Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?
A: Ever heard of a compass?
Simple.
NO!
I mean within the mind.
Within the body.
Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?
A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.
Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.
Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.
Fucking squatters.
^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^
SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.
Solid like air. Solid like water.
Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.
Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.
We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…
decisions, decisions, decisions.
So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lotmethinks. Our secret lover.
^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b
So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…
whatever.
^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^
Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.
EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.
The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.
The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?
Q: Are you locked in?
A: !!!
It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.
FUCK!!!
How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?
*Captain Cook’s Sandwich Islands? …/lights up… I’m Kveen of Sammiches, Clicky… /drags… Hey, didn’t you send some Bubbles in Hugo’s direction earlier today? …/streams smoke…*
*/taps teeth… Cade started his post yesterday with a rather large bubble, Click …/deep drag…*
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having a great week, with a bank holiday day off, gorgeous weather to set the mood lighting and only Friday to go…
And now, from across the Pond, the missive you’ve been missing, from the Okie Devil himself…
*He certainly gets me thinking, Clicky… /lights up…*
*******
What effect does capillary action have on the epidermis?
What effect does blood pressure have on the epidermis?
^Roxy Music – More Than This^
My Austin trip has been canceled. I guess that’ll leave me more time for writing…eh?
^i_o – //DDoS^
If everything is “SEO Optimized”, how in the FUCK can I tell your company from another?
This “SEO” kind of thinking that has become so prevalent just seems to have an aggregatory knock-on effect that is eventually going to make the entirety of a particular industry subject to takeover.
Yeah...the whole fucking thing
A particular industry, gobbled up by some big player, all because it’s impossible to tell the difference between one company and another. There may even be a legal precedence to consider…. isn’t there already legal precedence for the distinguishing and distinguishment of businesses? That if two or more competing businesses are so similar in operation, purpose(s), price, etc., and if the market does not intervene, that government will and/or should?
Lotta dynamics to that, and I can’t recall them all, but yeah, that rings a bell.
^True Facts : Carnivorous Plants^
Just thinking about things that are in place to offset corruption. Take for example, the pipeline infrastructure in The United States.
I’ve heard it pronounced as “femza”, and they are part of The US Department of Transportation. But why wouldn’t they be part of USDOT? Any time, that anything moves, it’s being transported…right? Like say…electron transfer?
Money transfer?
But yeah…back to corruption. Why would I bring up corruption with respect to PHMSA?
There are said to be millions of miles of pipelines in this country. If PHMSA is a small group, that means that PHMSA dictates policy, you obey…
period.
So where does this perceived corruption start? My guess is going to be, that it starts when there is agreement as to what is acceptable and who it is acceptable to.
Not like you can make a decision to use 1.5” pipe made out of steel for a 1,000 mile stretch of pipeline, and then suddenly say
“OOOPS!!! We shoulda used a 2” brass pipe instead.”
^Pleasurekraft, Jaceo, Vedic – The Most Dangerous Game [Official]^
Does a 1,000 mile long pipeline bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?
Does a 1,000 mile long anything bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?
I GUESS THEY DON’T IF THE EARTH IS ACTUALLY FLAT!!!!!!
OMG!!!
I JUST HAD THE STUPIDEST EPIPHANY IN HISTORY!!!
When you go somewhere, you take what you need with you…right?
Do you fold clothes before putting them in a suitcase?
Are there some clothes that you handle differently?
Like, do you own clothes that should NEVER be folded?
Prolly make special considerations for those. A clothes carrier perhaps.
But irrespective of what, you still figure out how to take what you need with you, and you figure out how to best get it there with little to no change or disruption…right?
Genetics and organics are starting to make more and more sense.
^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^
If I spin a ball clockwise “here”, and spin the same ball anticlockwise “there”, what effect(s) does that have on the space(s) inbetween?
Are you having trouble imagining what I am describing? If so, do this…
find a hair on your arm or leg…
find another hair near it that you can draw a straight line to, one to the other…
now imagine your bloodstream running underneath the skin…
now imagine a red blood cell that is spinning clockwise near one hair, and the same blood cell is spinning anticlockwise near the second hair.
What effect(s) does that and those motions have on the space(s) between the hair(s)? What effect(s) does that have on the hair(s) and follicle(s) themselves? Are you incorporating enough axises to accommodate the spaces that allow this and these rotational actions? Are you being fractal in these thoughts? Are you being unidirectional enough in your analysis?
^Béla Fleck & The Original Flecktones – “Sinister Minister” – Mountain Jam VII – 6/3/11^
Is it possible that air-travel related illnesses may in fact be remiss in ignoring some more long-term effects that air travel has on the body over time?
Pressurized aircraft, non-pressurized aircraft, compressed air(s), temperature controlled buildings that are themselves pressurized…shit like that. We appear to be under a lot of pressure(s). Maybe that’s why everyone is presumed to be so goddamn grumpy.
^Stevie Wonder-Isn’t She Lovely Lyrics^
Speaking of pressure(s) and spin(s)…how in the fuck, can something that is made out of meat, be allergic to meat itself?
Would that be like…”utilization of strategic weapons to enforce your will”? Or…”seizing a strategic opportunity to query a person of a certain color, only because of your own color”? I mean, cops carry firearms and other weapons for a reason. The discharge of the firearm is irrelevant. A weapon is a weapon. A cell phone or radio can be a weapon if utilized properly. Hell, almost anything can be weaponized. But this weaponizing of people based on skin color or creed sounds…familiar.
Can't recall anything specific tho.
^Monstergetdown – Creature^
The more you travel through your life, the more you are likely to see unexpected shit. People thinking thoughts and creating and doing things that you yourself may have thought of. In fact, you may find things so similar, that they are damn near identical. Weird and strange things that you may have thought that you and only you have thought of. This is likely why economics can be so destructive. If you chase a dream with the expectations of a commercial return, you are likely going to wind up penniless and miserable. Thievery and shenanigans aside, sometimes, things just happen as they do.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Pressure,
pressure,
pressure.
Points in time = pressure?
That makes me think of something that occurred to me some time back. Let’s say, that there was a country or two, that were once at war. One of these countries, ended that particular theatre of war with a swift stroke or two. These “strokes” may have had unforeseen consequences. And so, as that “defeated” country recovered, and eventually more generations were born in the aftermath, there was this feeling of…vengeance. A need to avenge this defeat.
Q: Would long-term “sabotage” of sorts, be an effective method of exacting this revenge?
A: ¿!!!?
Or would that just be creating more of the same via a different path. Perpetuation of the stereotype(s). Perpetuation of the need for vengeance.
^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot (Calyx & TeeBee Remix)^
BITCOIN!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night, I finally did a bit of digging on this topic. Turns out there is another called Etherium or something like that. Today, I watched an episode of Doctor Who, and this episode centered around some complexities with respect to calculations performed in certain spaces using certain elements, that themselves are molded into certain shapes. I was laying on the bed a few minutes ago, watching the sun traverse the sky, and it inspired me to write a short poem.
The days are getting longer. Seeds for fall sown now. Longer days, and longer rays, Their heat now calculates the first snowflake to fall's very shape. Much time between now and then, The calculations to be run again and again, Winter smiles at us from the comfort of our Spring.
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 8, 2018
Calculations, and when they are thought to be complete/completed.
^Paul Keeley – New seclusion^
I don’t know if any of my ponderings are worth a fuck, so the best that I have to sustain me is that I must be thinking about this shit for some reason. Not to mention, that I wouldn’t be able to comprehend them. Which, to be fair, most of the things that I think about, I don’t understand nor do I try and pretend that I do. How is one to know, how to proceed?
^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^
If I tell you how to have a particular experience, don’t I in effect prevent you from having one? Or at least, having your own?
That’s my beef with programs and precipices. You are taking someone, who is likely already “bent” or maybe even “broken”, and you are going to reinforce that brokenness with this new revolutionary and life-changing program that you have devised. You’ve basically reinvented and created a square hole, and are now encouraging people to jump through it, knowing full well that they won’t fit. If they fit, you don’t get to sell your program to them. It’s like canvassing a fat-farm for size 0-3 bikini models. Nevermind your shortsightedness if the first fat-farm you visit turns out to be all male.
I mean, you HAVE considered gender...right?
^Neonlight – Boom^
It’s tough to know what to encounter.
It’s tough to know how to encounter it.
^PEEKABOO – Arrival^
I watched the following vid, and it’s like…
”we will monitor what is happening under your own feet, we will assess, and we will tell you what to make of your own life.”
If you feel it in your interests to do so anyway. This is likely why people get so angry when shit goes wrong. You’ve given your proxy to someone to make decisions for you, and that is predicated on the fact that…
what?
You are so incompetent that you can’t make your own decisions? Or that others are so superior that they can? Both of those things? Do you forgive yourself for making mistakes? K…well…perhaps it was a mistake for you to sign away what you feel are your rights, forgive yourself, move on. You’ll know better next time.
^Hawaii Volcano Eruption Update – Tuesday Night (May 8 2018)^
Carbon, Quartz, tides, cycles, radio, pulses. Yeah. You’ve got bits and pieces, and there are many. But what comprehension can we attain when the medium(s) and methods are so exclusive? Your fears are said to be well founded, and based in fact(s). But that also means that you do not trust the very future that you seek to know. As a result, the more complex the system, the more exclusive it will be, and the less that will have access to it. Just keep in mind that an isolation is a beacon like any other…
it just shines differently.
As best I can guess, most scientists never take the time to just sit and watch a clock. To ponder what is happening on each tick, and what is happening between. To wonder about others, their lives, what is transpiring in those lives, and how they cope. To intentionally blur your own clarity. To ponder what it is like to let clarity come to you. To learn how to let an epiphany or discovery go. To let The Universe provide us with something astounding, acknowledge the gift, perhaps even marvel at it a bit…and then give it back. To wander in the splendor of creation, and realize that every opportunity need not be capitalized upon.
That should provide some bias for better gauging what you personally should pursue, and maybe what to leave for others.
^Benny Benassi – Change Style^
We build our own civilization(s) on “the ruins” of others. We use the same principles and precepts that “collapsed” civilizations used. Ever stop to think that the suggestiveness of this and these contradictions might just cause some confusion?
We don't teach irony/ironies...do we?
Well, maybe thespians do, but not everyone is cut out for acting in front of others, and not everyone likes the theatre.
^Bastille – Pompeii (Live From Isle Of Wight Festival)^
Wanna know how “exclusive” things are? Easy. Talk about something you know nothing about, see who jumps on you, for what, and from where they spring. You’ll learn real fucking quick if others perceive you as being somewhere you shouldn’t be and/or doing something they feel you shouldn’t be doing. They’ll likely even tell you the opinion that you should have. If you adopt and adapt, they may even try and recruit you to their cause.
^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^
Checked out some rentals in a certain town in England this week. Been looking abroad for an apartment/flat to lease where I could live for 3 to 4 months, take in the local wildlife, and do some writing on the experience. Find some place, wander in more or less blind, and see what I see. No real agenda, other than taking what I am given, then share my experience and experiences. It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamed like this, but it was kinda fun. Now all I have to do, is do it.
Sounds impossible? There is a blessing to standardization. It is indicative of a contextual significance. An era. An epoch. A time. What is significant about an obelisk that is not standing up?
I dunno
What is significant about an obelisk that is standing up? I bet it’s pretty fucking significant if it’s standing, but about to fall. Prolly also significant if it is standing, then falls with little to no warning. How’d that thing stand up anyway?
Prolly aliens + tractor beams
^Fatboy Slim – Right Here, Right Now (CamelPhat Remix)^
I haven’t seen one of these vids appear in a while, but suddenly…here one is.
WARNING: You may want to turn your volume down prior to watching. For some odd reason, this vid is loud as fuck.
PRO TIP: After watching the vid, don’t forget to set your volume back to where it was prior to watching it.
🙂
^strange Trumpet sounds from the sky caught on live TV Volume 20^
So here's the dealio
I’m writing three different posts at the same time,
they’ll be posted in three different places, and
all three are gonna start off with the same three paragraphs.
But they’ll each go their own way after these first three paragraphs. I’ll write/post one here, I’ll write/post one over at my WordPress blog, and the other I’ll send over to RooBeeDoo to see what she comes up with. I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately, but I sure as shit have been thinking about it.
I’m about to undertake some scary endeavors, and I’ve been working hard to dial my writing back since December of last year in preparation for these endeavors. I’ve also been trying to be mindful of what I read and watch. Limiting my intake, if you will. But last night, I started to feel just downright depressed. Like someone had kicked me in the junk, ‘cept with none of the actual pain and all of the actual depression.
As I lay on my bed and contemplated while I felt so shitty, I got the impression that I just flat out missed writing all the time. There are other things I miss as well, but I can’t do anything about that. So, I’ll focus on those things I can do something about. At this stage in my life, there is really only one thing that I have some limited ability to control, and that is my writing, and where and when I choose to write it. Let’s onward with the…whatever this is.
BREAK!
^CamelPhat – Drop It^
Is there a difference between something that is standing up, and something that is not? I mean, even if they are the same goddamn thing, if it’s laying down, it’s not the same thing laying down that it is when it’s standing up…right? Do I need to bring up penises?
lolz...bring up penises...lolz
This is the downside to talking ethics. There is an implied decorum that needs to be maintained. I assume that this decorum is to maintain and/or achieve some sort of purity. But what in the FUCK is “pure” about dreaming up and enacting legislation pertaining to murder? Or is it the path that purifies us, as we walk from the point of origin(s) that put us on this muddy and despicable trail of tears, all in order to get us to where we need to be?
Yeah, ethics suck
If you are clean, you gotta get dirty in order to understand what it is that draws your particular snout to the pig sty. If you are dirty, you gotta listen to the same uppity righteous fucks that likely created whatever shithole you are trying to climb out of. It’s a mess.
Would intuition be what it is, if it were more standardized? Thinking now about the curvature of our planet and certain spaces, there is a potential for nullification based on a contextual proximity within time. That is to say, that “not all sacred sites are the same”. Sure, they are all “sacred”…
but to who?
When?
Where?
So with that in mind, is the Tevatron the same thing as the LHC?
If you sit in a certain chair, at a certain desk, and you do this over a certain period of time…
but then suddenly
… you find yourself in a different chair, at a different desk, for different periods of time…
Q: Does that have an effect on anything at all?
A: Or are you just a piece of meat?
Yeah, I don’t know how to deal with bitter acerbity either.
^Solardo – On The Corner^
Yesterday, I did a search on YouTube for “spiritual awakening” just because I’ve not kept up with that shit in a while. I don’t even remember what I found, because I wound up trying to start watching Part 3 of that Ouija Board documentary. I dig rest.
Let’s hop over to YouTube real quick, I’m gonna search for “spiritual awakening” again – without quotes – and I’m going to link the 3rd video on the 3rd page of the search results. Sound good? Let’s do it!
<rawr> ;-P
JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 3rd video on the 3rd page is motherfucking 1 hour, 46 minutes, and 5 seconds long!!!
I ain’t watching that bullshit!!!
First rattle out of the fucking bag, the goddamn video tells me to go read a coupla prophesies from Nostradamus before watching the video. Now, why on EARTH would someone want me to pause the video, grab a book, and read a bit before watching the video?
Hmmmmm
Could it be to get you used to the fact, that in order to proceed in your continued “growth”, you are going to need books,
and home videos,
and daily chant guides,
and daily mantra guides,
and t-shirts,
and bumper stickers,
and laminated bookmarks with clever shit written on them,
and coffee mugs,
and all kinds of other ancillary market types of shit to take along with you, as you trek to god knows where for the quarterly retreats that are held for select “gold members” at the temple?
Anyway, here’s the video if you wanna watch it. I only made it to 1 minute 43 seconds.
^The Laws of the Sun – Spiritually Awakening Movie – OFFICIAL^
If I keep talking about the same shit over and over, does that create some sort of repetitive type injury?
O RLY? To whom?
Yeah, to whom does this injury occur? To me? To anyone who reads my bullshit? Both? Anyway, I’ve seen this gal’s stuff before, and may have even watched and linked this particular video at some point. But there seems to be an infatuation in certain sectors of the synchrosphere with “the shining”.
I find this concept of “specificity within the synchrosphere” to be ironic, since specificity seems to be contrary to the nature of synchronicity. That said, a lot of these concepts may not be new, but they are new to some of us. So, let’s see what she has to say about something very specific, and how this specificity may relate to “spiritual awakening”.
^How to Develop Clairvoyance, How to Become Clairvoyant, How it Works!^
A few weeks ago, the street light across the way went out. The street was dark as shit for a coupla weeks, and it was just damn nice outside at night because you could actually see at night without that fucking beacon blinding the fuck out of you. However, it has now been replaced, and they replaced the one light, with two. Not only that, the fucking thing is bright white instead of the pale amber of the previous street light.
The whole goddamn street is now bright as shit at night
I wanted to take some pics of the full moon, but I now can’t because of that goddamn beacon that is right in the path of the moon/Luna’s ascension.
😐
^SYMBOLOGY AND YOU. How SYMBOLS Affect Your Subconscious Mind WITHOUT Knowing It + ANCIENT Symbols^
I’m not trying to knock these people, but a lot of this shit sounds like the parroting of something you’ve learned, and you are following the program or system step by step in order, as you’ve been taught to do. I know that I do this all the time. So, what is it that we are trying to break out of? Why are we trying to break out of it? Are we searching for intuition? Are we searching for our ownintuition?
Standardized anything is going to seek to quash intuition, so maybe that’s the sudden infatuation with enlightenment via ancient mysteries and/or mystery schools and the like.
BLOOPS!!! I guess there’s nothing new about it. ‘Cept for maybe we are getting to know our neighbors a bit better without even realizing we were doing so.
What, in the name of all that is holy, could Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania have to do with the price of tea in Antarctica? I dunno. But I can think of one person that this town might ring a bell with.
^Shiba San – OKAY^
Been watching Dr. Who, Deadwood, and Adventure Time with a certain someone. I’m still kinda iffy on the whole “remote viewing” angles of this particular activity, but I’m kinda comfortable with my own cluelessness, so whatever.
I can only imagine, that anyone gaining access to my head/being, the first fucking thought is going to be
“GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!”
The only reason that I can see that someone would want direct access to the fabric of another being…
Truth
But doesn’t truth loose some of its meaning when the filters and filtering that is already in place are circumnavigated and/or circumvented? It can’t be truth if I don’t want or need to tell it. So there’s an implied duality or binary nature to getting to “the truth” by the action of telling. What we tell, and how…
Perception(s) and perspective(s)
I mean, just because you can plug a lamp into an electrical socket, is no guarantee that the lamp will light.
^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^
I narrowed my YouTube search to only show results from videos that were posted this week. This was the latest one, and it appears to have been posted 7 hours ago.
Today is Tuesday May 1st, 2018, and it's currently 12:48 CDT
It appears this video is a talk more than a video, and it’s some gal talking about the menstrual cycle. I’m not female. This talk has fuckall to do with me. But it does make me think about fibrous material(s). That makes me think about Morgellon’s. Not that I ever think about fibrous material(s) potentially being an issue for women that use certain feminine hygiene products or anything.
Is it possible that Morgellon’s is actually a form of Toxic Shock Syndrome? I mean, I personally am allergic to everything under the fucking sun. Not to mention, anyone can become allergic to anything, at any time. Shellfish are OK for eating today, but tomorrow, eating them kills you. So…with that in mind…
Q: What changed?
A: I dunno either.
Maybe we can figure it out.
Or at least develop some coping mechanisms.
/shrug
^Red Moon: Goddess Teachings & Meditations for Female Spiritual Awakening^
This isn’t really where I intended to go.
I intended to go nowhere in particular.
Can both of these statements be true?
^Deadmau5 – There Might Be Coffee (1080p) || HD^
When I see someone’s profile pic on Twitter, and I get the googly eyes because she is very pretty, is there a certain procedure or protocol that I supposed to follow at that point? Am I supposed to message them and say “YO BITCH YOU ARE HOT AS FUCK!!!” or something similar? Or do I just wait for the erection to subside, then go about my business.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually gotten a boner from looking at some gal’s pic. But I’ve gotten butterflies a time or two. Anyway, I never thought of Twitter as some dating service or place to meet chicks to hook up with. I guess being married will do that to a fella, and subsequently being divorced doesn’t change much in that regard.
But I do often contemplate the mechanics of meeting someone. I mean, I’m single again, so why wouldn’t I contemplate this? To be honest, it scares the shit out of me because I had long been under the assumption that I’d be married for the rest of my life. Plus, what if one of these gals I get the googly eyes and butterflies over is married or in a relationship already? I can handle someone seeing my pic and throwing up. I’ve had this face for a long time and am familiar with the response it tends to generate.
Meh…I’ve no idea what to do, nor even if I should do anything. I think I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing, which is nothing. At least that’s something.
Speaking of belts, my mother gave me all of my father’s old belts. I mean, the guy is dead, so he ain’t gonna need them anymore. Anyway, I was looking at one of the older ones, and it got me to wondering how many lashes I got over the years with that particular belt.
It’s wide,
it’s thick,
it’s long,
made of leather,
and left many a welt on my
back,
arms,
legs,
hands,
and sometimes even my ass. Not that he was a bad aim, but he usually had to suspend me in the air by dangling me from one of my arms.
I was not real receptive to being repeatedly struck with a heavy piece of leather, but one day, that all changed. I bent over, grabbed my ankles, and never made a peep through all 12 lashes. He, was stunned. But I think when it was over, and I turned to face him, and shot him a look of hate bound by fury, I think I scared him. He was almost speechless, and eventually stammered a congratulations to me on my “not going to the tear department”, but our relationship forever changed that day.
He retired the belt, and never used it on me again. I’ll not elaborate as to the direction that the violence took after the belt was retired, but you can probably imagine. I was 12 years old.
^Paul Keeley- Run To You (Original Mix)^
I gotta run because this one is getting kinda long, and I’ve two more of these I need to go write, then get back to watching Deadwood and Dr Who with a certain someone. But before I go, I got a parting query. There are many that espouse this “living for the day” mentality to others. To seize opportunity, and not to wait. But I’ve got a question for you…
Q: Aren’t you worth waiting for?
A: I think you are
Doesn’t matter if it’s 5 seconds or 5 years. I’m betting that you are worth waiting for.
I think you are pretty awesome, and I don’t even really know you.
Not even sure what “knowing” really means in this context.
You learn, you grow, you change, you…
do whatever in the fuck you do.
So “knowing” can’t be just and only about fucking.
But yeah, I’ve got a feeling about you, and I don’t even know who you are.
Now all you have to do, is sort out/figure out who I am talking to and/or referencing.
I’ve got a day’s leave today, Dear Reader, and it’s absolutely pissing down outside, so here’s a shamble to start the week. This morning I read Amber had gone. Here’s a summary…
*Whoa! …/lights up… That’s some manspreadin’ he’s got going on there for the cameras… /drags deeply… Maybe it’s where he stashes his packet… /blows… There’ll be outrage…*
Still, us Wimminvolk are fortunate indeed that there’s a female politician, brobdingnagian in stature, just waiting in the wings and poised to take his remit firmly in hand…
*/guffaws… car-crash in slow motion… /drags… Not exactly quick on her feet, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… I wonder if she’s considered changing her stance? …/flicks ash…*
Whether or not Amber’s departure will lead to an irreparable loss of confidence in top politician bitch™, and another General Election…
*Fuck ’em! …/final drag… All of ’em… /streams smoke… Regardless of sex, politicians are a bunch of cunts…*
*Sounds like a good idea… /exhales smoke… Butt it DON’t say ‘working visits’…/coughs… He probably DON’t have to go through those detector thingies anyway… /taps ash…*
*Heh! …/reflects on curling smoke… You know, I used to go out with a Gareth Jones, Clicky… /drags… 1985… Year of Five Boyfriends… /streams smoke… He came from Wales…*
*Oh fuck yeah! …/grins… He gave me a loving spoon… /slurps cherry Coke… Still got it, overlooking the Kit Chien sync…*
… Sew, I was chatting to my friend and Welsh Dragon publisher, Leggy, about the visit last night on Twitter…
At last, Dear Reader, the Underdog Anthology V is published…
*Knot a graphic novel, Clicky… /streams smoke… Short stories, many authors…*
… I’d been speculating with Leggy late on Friday as to the date it might appear…
… The first ‘event’ listed in the Wiki link – ‘The Year of SIX Emperors’…
*Five pointed star! I was thinking of The Okie Devil of Textus… /flicks ash… Cade’s got stories in the book. I didn’t even think of that, Clicky… /pats snout… What did I list next?*
I am having a long weekend, Dear Reader. I spent yesterday daytime making final edits to stories in the soon-to-be-published ‘Underdog Anthology V: Six in Five in Four’. Leggy has a preview, in which he includes one of his stories from the book…
mid-15c., “belonging exclusively to one person,” from Latin peculiaris“of one’s own (property),” from peculium “private property,” literally “property in cattle” (in ancient times the most important form of property), from pecu“cattle, flock,” related to pecus“cattle” (see pecuniary). Meaning “unusual” is first attested c. 1600 (earlier “distinguished, special,” 1580s; for sense development, compare idiom). Related: Peculiarly.
*’Also KT and KH’…/drags… No shit! …/streams smoke… *
Then last night Cade and I resumed his introduction to Doctor Who, and also caught up with Leggy and Poppy… Les amis…
*/flicks ash… Knot a favourite episode, Clicky… /drags… although, excellent use of a jammie dodger… /blows smoke rings… I’d forgotten about that…*
*Like the villain, House, in The Doctor’s Wife, Clicky, Daleks are a bit like a sea anemone… /puffs… “hard on the outside, squishy on the inside”… I hadn’t made that connection before… /taps teeth…*
Anyhoo, in honour of Old Peculier’s neighbour’s cat, Dear Reader, and seeing as a ‘cat‘ won today’s Grand National, I thought I’d take a leaf out of Leggy’s book – pun intended – and post one of my stories from UAV. It’s short and called ‘Nine Lives’. The Knot-Sew confidential making of it can be found here. Enjoy!
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NINE LIVES
Karl sat at his kitchen table, smoking and observing the tendrils of early morning mist gently tickle the tops of the garden hedge, before continuing their soft creep to the ground. It was dark outside but the lawn glittered with stars; pregnant dew drops nestling in the grass caught the thin, amber light that spilled from the kitchen window. He stubbed out his cigarette and gulped back the last dregs of cold tea from his mug with a grimace. Not long now, Karl thought, she’ll be home soon. Outside the mist started to swirl and pool.
He stood up and stretched, bones creaking and knees popping as if to salute the end of his vigil. He fleetingly considered that he was getting too old for this malarkey, but she needed a watcher – someone to light the way back. He could bear the discomfort; it was only for the night. Karl rubbed his eyes under his glasses, and dragged his hands down over bristled cheeks to wipe any tiredness away. He contemplated putting the kettle on when he heard the first high pitched bark puncturing the dark. The second got him moving. “Not the foxes again!”
As he opened the back door, the wet slap of morning air to hit Karl’s face was accompanied by a rude crash and skitter of a dustbin lid falling, somewhere in the mist. She’s coming from the right, he thought, opening the door wider to peer out into the murk. More barks, louder this time, and a fiery hiss, were followed by the sound of clambered wood, as the garden fence shook violently. Karl held the door further ajar, and a white streak shot out of the mist and between his legs, into the kitchen.
Karl closed the door on the mist and the foxes who, by the sound of it, were now rummaging through next door’s bin for tasty scraps. He turned to the slight figure, lying on the kitchen floor. “For goodness sake, Lara, do you have to tease the foxes? It upsets the neighbours.”
“It upsets the bins,” Lara replied, lightly panting as she rolled over and attempted to sit up. “No, they were waiting for me. Foxes are not called cunning for nothing, Karl.”
“Yes, but they usually leave you alone when you’re hedge riding.”
Lara sighed. “It would seem witches aren’t held in much esteem these days. Not by people or wildlife.”
Karl surveyed the flush in his wife’s cheeks and her glittering eyes, and thought she still looked pretty formidable considering her advanced years. He also noticed the shudder in her arm propping her up. “You should get off the floor. What would you like, sofa or chair?” he asked, scooping her up, with barely a tremble from his own geriatric limbs.
“Sofa,” Lara replied with a wan smile. “Thank you, dear. And a cuppa and a ciggie wouldn’t go amiss either.”
“Funnily enough, I was just about to put the kettle on,” Karl replied, before lowering his wife, so she could reach out and pluck the cigarette packet and lighter from the kitchen table. A fat bead of blood splashed onto the surface below, quickly followed by another. “You’re injured?”
“Damn foxes.” Lara winced and drew her arm back toward her chest. “One of them managed to get a mouthful of armpit. I don’t think it’s too deep. Just stings a bit.”
“But you’re bleeding,” Karl said gruffly. Too gruffly, he feared, from the look his wife shot him. “Okay, let’s get you comfortable and then I can clean that up,” he continued in a more conciliatory tone, before carrying her through to the front room.
Karl noticed that Lara was already on her second cigarette when he returned five minutes later, to set out a bowl of hot water, soap, flannel and towel on the carpet before her. “Kettle’s on for tea,” he said kneeling down. He adjusted his glasses and gingerly started to lift Lara’s elbow. “Can’t let it get infected, how would we explain that to Dr Patel?”
“I can always change back so you can take me to a vet,” Lara replied sharply, pulling away from his grasp.
She must be in great pain, Karl thought. “Come now, dear, we don’t have pet insurance. We don’t own a pet.” Lara’s eyes briefly flashed at his riposte, but her body relaxed and she allowed him to lift her arm. “So apart from getting into a fight with some foxes…”
“Ambushed by some foxes,” Lara quickly corrected him.
“Sorry, ambushed by some foxes on the way home, how was the rest of your night?”
Lara took a deep drag from her cigarette. “Well it started off okay,” she said, billowing a great cloud of smoke. “I went to see Annie and girls down at Saint Michael’s.”
“And how are Annie and the girls?” Karl asked as he cleaned her wound of blood.
“Dead.”
“Naturally.” Any bleeding seemed to have stopped, but the swelling around the punctures had already started to bruise, turning an angry black mauve that only truly flourished on elderly skin. Karl stopped himself flinching at the sight. “You’d think they’d get themselves a spirit cat.”
“They’ve got a spirit cat,” Lara gently rebuked him with a chuckle.
“A ghost cat, then.” Karl smiled at her mirth. “You know what I mean.”
“Oh a ghost cat would be just as stuck as they are. Graveyards are lonely places, Karl. The residents like the company and the gossip. Especially the newly interred. Once the funeral is over, they rarely get more than a yearly visit from any family. If that.” Lara finished her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray perched on the arm of the sofa. “How’s it looking?”
“Ugly but clean. It’ll need some arnica,” Karl replied, rising carefully to his feet. “That’s in the kitchen. Besides, the kettle must have boiled by now. No, no. You stay there. I’ll go.”
Lara laughed and shooed him away with her good arm before reaching for the cigarettes and lighter.
Karl could hear swearing from outside the back door; Jim must be up and found the aftermath of the fox fracas. Karl popped the kettle on and grabbed the arnica and some aspirin from the medicine cupboard, chuckling at the string of expletives emanating from over the garden fence. He glanced out the window to see that sunrise was already burning off the mist that had been so thick an hour or so ago. It looked like it could be a lovely day.
The sound of the front doorbell caught him off guard. Who would be calling at this hour? Karl wondered and went to open the front door. Through the frosted glass he could make out the shape of a woman in a bright pink dressing gown. What could she want? Karl thought as he unlocked and opened the door. “Morning Celia. Is everything alright?”
“Oh Karl,” his next door neighbour cried, her face puffy and contorted with distress. “Karl, I’m so sorry if I’ve woke you,” Celia started to apologise. “There was some trouble with foxes in our garden last night. I don’t know if you heard any of it.”
“No,” Karl lied. “But I heard Jim swearing earlier. Did they make much of a mess?”
Celia looked distraught at the suggestion. “Well yes, but…” she trailed off with a sob. “Karl, it’s Lara. I’m so sorry. They killed your cat.” Celia had not come empty handed; she held out a bundle, wrapped neatly in a towel, out in front of her.
Karl felt an icy chill bloom from the crown of his head and cascade down his body. “Thank you,” he said numbly, taking the bundle from Celia’s shaking hands.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Celia continued but Karl had already shut the front door. He felt the lightness of the bundle in his arms. It felt so slight.
“Lara?” Karl called as he carried it through to his wife, but the front room was empty. He laid the bundle on the sofa and sat down next to it. A spiral of smoke floated up from the ashtray perched on the arm. Karl turned and picked up the last of the burning cigarette and with trembling fingers, finished his smoke.
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