11. In a 2000 episode called “Bart to the Future”, Trump is predicted as President and an adult Lisa Simpson is depicted as the 1st incoming female president of the US. Lisa also predicted what Kamala Harris was going to wear on Joe Biden's inaugurationhttps://t.co/VAfeoGhYIQpic.twitter.com/7vBu2I9phG
13. In a 2010 episode they predicted a phony cat flu crisis, a made up disease that would last all the time even throughout Summer. They even refer to the media as the centre of disease disinformation. https://t.co/5px2K2Mlfs
Weather getting you down? Brighten up your weekend with this powerfully inspiring video of some of our staff and local schoolchildren from Wilbury Primary dancing #Jerusalama to mark #IND2021 Thankyou one and all.https://t.co/freVyEI4MH
So many people had accounts suspended or posts deleted for asking the same questions now reported on as mainstream controversy. https://t.co/1XbZbEoQGj
At last! Dear Reader, Underdog Anthology XIV: The Dark Ides of March has finally been published and is now available for purchase…
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." April 4th is the date that Orwell's novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four begins. Today is certainly bright and cold, will the clocks strike 13? #NineteenEightyFour#OTD#georgeorwellpic.twitter.com/waCtwntNhO
— Jonkers Rare Books (@jonkersrarebook) April 4, 2021
*Wrong book, Clicky, although finking about it… /lights up and smokes… I did write my anthology story over the Easter weekend…*
After writing ‘What Time Do You Finish?’ and following that up with ‘Christmas Death Wish’, I’d decided I would write a third installment in what is turning out to be a ‘Ronageddon’ series. If you haven’t read those stories yet, Dear Reader, please avail yourself of the links, below…
Synchronicity provided me with the title of the story you are about to read. That and Cade Fon Apollyon: I’d been mulling over story ideas for weeks, wracking my brains for an angle, when I hit upon an idea. I was very excited and headed straight to Twitter DMs to tell my best bud, but what I saw when I arrived was a poem, waiting. One that Cade had just written for me…
Anyway, Dear Reader, I hope you enjoy ‘Walk I, With You’. See you at the bottom of the post for a Song 😉
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Walk I, With You
By Roo B. Doo
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking umpteen…
God paused at the end of the first sentence on the first page of the battered book in her hand.
Umpteen?
Disconcerted yet curious, God checked the cover of the book to make sure that the title and author’s name were correct before continuing to read on.
The Grim Reaper, skull nuzzled deep within the cowl of his robe, silently glided up to the bench closest to the duck pond in Victory Park. The ‘Do Not Use’ warning tape adorning it had deterred everyone from sitting there, but not Death. The Grim Reaper climbed up onto the bench and waited.
On a tree nearby, a coloured poster, too large for the display, had been tacked up. It simply depicted an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a middle-aged man, with tousled, blond hair, baggy eyes and jowly jawline. It was one of those pictures which are designed so that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BRO IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
God snapped the book shut and sighed.
I knew it! Somebody is monkeying about with Nineteen-Eighty-Four. Again!
She called for the fat, smug goose who administered the comings and going in the vast area known as the God Lobby.
Come with me, Brian. We need to make a site visit.
***
Spring was in the air and Victory Park was packed with people exercising in the pale April sunshine. Despite the brightness, the air remained frosty cool from both the transition of the seasons and the earliness of the hour. Death sat on a bench close to the duck pond and watched the hordes walking, running and star jumping in socially distanced formation. All their faces were dutifully masked.
Why are they torturing themselves? Death wondered as he watched a stream of hot breath pour through the sweaty face-mask of a passing jogger. They may as well be carrying a bundle of posies in front of their faces for all the protection those things give. Ah, the Black Death. Now that was a proper pandemic.
Death pulled a slim, black rectangle from the depths of his robe and flipped open the cover to reveal a bright, smooth screen decorated with coloured icons. Following the disastrous crash of the Cosmic Consciousness Neural Net (CCNN) that occurred on Halloween in 2020, God had resolved that an upgrade in tech was very much required, and the PsiPad was born. The Psion organiser, which had been gainfully employed by the Grim Reaper Service up until that point, was finally relegated to the Scrapheap of Obsolescence. There it languished alone; the hourglass having escaped the same fate by presciently forging a long-standing relationship with eggs.
Tapping the screen of the PsiPad with a bony digit, Death opened the PsiCalendar and studied his schedule for the day. He had arrived a little early for his next appointment but didn’t mind waiting. Having existed throughout all of time, Death was not opposed to occasionally killing the bastard.
Bing!
A message flashed up on the screen which simply read ‘Molly’, and although the Grim Reaper shouldn’t be able to feel anything, Death experienced a sense of apprehension and anticipation prickle his bones.
Molly Darling was the pure soul child, whose poorly spelled letter to Santa had inadvertently instigated Armageddon and had caused Death nothing but trouble. Her letter, and her sincere Christmas wish contained within it, to end war, famine and pollution for the benefit of mankind, had fallen into the hands of Satan, and Old Scratch never wasted an opportunity for some devilment. Whether or not he’d had a hand in the CCNN crash that occurred at the same time was as yet unknown. Investigations into the matter were said to be ongoing.
On the whole, Death was against the making and granting of wishes of any kind; however, he’d been manoeuvred into making a wish of his own, with Molly as the beneficiary. He’d been presented with a choice; God always provides a choice: the removal of Molly Darling from life before she could send her letter, thus averting the end of the world, or rectify the matter in some other way. Death’s ethics forbade him from taking the first course of action, so he had plumped for some other way. Death’s wish had been granted by Father Christmas and subsequently Molly Darling had been born with the innate ability to correctly spell.
And that should have been the end of the matter, but for the unintended consequence rider that accompanies every wish granted, one that practically no one considers when making one. In this case, the very act of wishing had inextricably linked Molly to Death and attracted deaths to Molly.
Death scrolled back through the years on the PsiCalendar, counting the number of ‘Molly alerts’ that littered them. By definition, Death was only concerned with the dead, paying scant attention to the living around them. Now, courtesy of the newly issued bit of tremendous tech under his distal phalanges, Death was aware of just how many times his path and Molly’s had crossed during her short life so far. It was sporadic but not inconsiderable.
He found the date of the first Molly alert: 1st January 2013; the day Molly Darling was born. She had arrived in the early hours of the morning as Death was transitioning the soul of one Barry Munroe, a poor unfortunate struck by a speeding taxi, following a night of heavy drinking in celebration of the birth of the new year. The speeding taxi had been delivering a screaming woman to hospital, who was making a rapid delivery of her own on the back seat of the cab.
Death had given no consideration to the wailing bundle of new life at the time – why should he? – but in hindsight, the significance of Molly’s place of birth was not lost on Death, as it was in the back of a taxi on Halloween in 2020 that the savage deletion from existence of his good friends, War, Famine and Pestilence had occurred and Armageddon began. Death had changed Molly’s past to affect mankind’s future, yet he still retained the memory of that terrible night. For Death, Halloween 2020, both with and without that fateful taxi ride, existed at the same time, and within the same space.
It’s like Schrödinger’s Cab, Death mused deeply.
The PsiPad had also revealed to Death what lay behind a strange incident that coincided with one of the Molly Alerts, an incident that had baffled him until now. On 16th July 2016, Death had sat on this same bench, watching swaths of people roam across Victory Park. The insufferably hot weather had done little to deter the excited crowd from hunting virtual monsters augmented with their reality; it was the latest fashion. Instead of face-masks, mobile phones and electronic devices of all kinds covered peoples’ faces, which now caused Death to ponder upon the origin of the phrase ‘Track and Trace’.
On that day, Death had been awaiting the arrival of one Davy Keith, an otherwise healthy lad of 14, except for the undiagnosed hole in his heart and an all-consuming passion for collecting simulated Japanese monsters. Death watched passively as a pudgy toddler rushed along the path toward the bench upon which he sat, a tired looking woman pushing a stroller followed in the child’s wake. The little girl had all the grace of a drunken sailor and Death had assumed her wide milk-tooth grin and incoherent babble was aimed at the sun blazing high in the sky above Death’s head. That was until she tried to hug him.
A thought which had occurred to Death in that moment, on that day had haunted him ever since. Am I a monster?
Now Death knew that child had been Molly Darling and she had seen him. Following the aborted hug, and before her mother had whisked her away, Molly’s hand gestures had been her attempt to communicate with him: ‘Hello. My name is M-O-L-L-Y. I am deaf.’
It’s augmented reality, alright, Death decided with a sigh. He closed the cover on the PsiPad and returned it to the folds of his robe. Not long to wait now.
***
“Keep it up squad. Pump those arms,” the long-legged woman barked, as she strode purposefully among the regimented lines of exercisers performing push-ups beneath her gaze. She was a colossus of female physical perfection: full, round breasts, a washboard stomach and thighs so muscular they looked capable of pulverizing anyone’s head fortunate enough to be caught between them.
Lockdown had been very good for Wanda Warren. Before the arrival of the Rona and the restrictions that ensued, she’d struggled to attract many clients to her fledgling business: Fighting Fit. Whilst it was true that the small number of clients she did have were dedicated to not only her tough methods but also to Wanda herself, she was only a one woman band and the indoor gym in town, with its flashy machines, coffee shop and showers, had attracted many more members.
Now the gym was closed due to the Rona and the only place to exercise was outside. Competitive advantage had shifted firmly in Wanda’s favour, and Fighting Fit scooped up a substantial amount of new devotees. All males desperate to retain their fitness, blow off the excess energy built up from their now enforced sedentary lifestyle, and the outside possibility of being crushed between Wanda Warren’s dangerous thighs.
She caught sight of a familiar figure across the park. “And once you reach a hundred, give me one full circuit of the park. Now move it!” she ordered, before sprinting off in the direction of the duck pond.
“Death?”
“War,” the Grim Reaper replied.
Wanda pulled down her face-mask and sprawled on the bench next to Death. The difference in stature between the two cardinal colleagues was stark: whereas War was long and rangy, the diminutive Grim Reaper was small enough to reach into all the nooks and crannies.
War smiled radiantly. “I thought it was you.”
“I see you’re building up quite an army, dear lady.”
“Pfft. Early days yet.” War punched Death on the arm. “What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since…” Her brow furrowed as she tried to recall the last time they’d met.
Death turned to his beautiful colleague: in ancient Troy her face had launched a thousand ships; today it could launch a thousand more, all armed to the teeth with nuclear weapons. The last time he’d seen War, however, she’d been ripping Famine and Pestilence apart with carnal ferocity in the back of a London black taxi being driven by Old Scratch. “I am here waiting.”
“Oh, right. Not for any of my lot, I hope,” War inquired hesitantly.
“Possibly.” Death produced the PsiPad from his robes.
“Ooh nice kit. You got an upgrade?” War snatched the PsiPad from Death, opened the PsiCalendar and read the name of Death’s next appointment. “Really? No way!”
Death pulled the PsiPad from War’s grasp. “Yes and very much way.”
War stretched her arms out along the back of the bench and flicked at a stray end of warning tape. “Pesto’s played a fucking blinder with this Rona business, eh? It’s done my little enterprise no end of good.”
Death remained silent; he was far from convinced that Pestilence had any involvement in the disease that had swept the world in the last year. He’d certainly had to deal with a rise in suicidees and murder victims, but pretty much all the usual causes of death had remained relatively stable. Certainly all the deaths solely attributed to the Rona were vanishingly small. “Have you seen Pesto recently?”
“Not since…” Once again War’s furrowed her brow.
“How about Famine?” Death asked.
“AWOL,” War snorted. “Fuck knows where he is. Have you seen how fat these cunts are?”
“Good for business.”
“Indeed, business is booming.”
War stood up and pulled her face-mask back up over the cruel smirk that marred her lips; the first of the Fighting Fit squad would be coming through soon, and as their leader, it was imperative that Wanda uphold standards for the group. “I tell ya, the buggers love being told what to do. And the harsher you are, the more they fucking love it.”
“Until pushed too far.”
“I know! Brilliant, isn’t it? A win-win,” War laughed, briefly lowering her mask to suck air noisily up her quivering nostrils. “Can you smell the resentment and aggression simmering, Death? Itsa gonna be a spicy meat ball!”
“Lacking an olfactory system, War, I am unable to concur with your assessment,” Death replied drily. “But I’ll take your word for it.”
“Ha ha. You do that, short arse,” she smirked, affixing her mask back into place.
Wanda turned her attention to the first of her squad to appear, smacking his backside as he ran by. “Attaboy, Malc. Only a mile to go.” As each member passed they received the same backside slap from Wanda, but her words of encouragement changed with her assessment of their individual performance.
The last straggler stopped and stooped over with hands on knees, gasping for breath.
“What’s up, Jimbo? Don’t you have the heart for it today?” Wanda stood over the bent back of James ‘Jimbo’ Collins and gave Death a double thumbs up sign. “Here, have a sit down, old fella. Take five and then catch up with us once you get your breath back.”
She steered Jimbo toward the bench. Despite his apparent distress, he still managed to give her righteous backside a firm squeeze. Wanda rolled her eyes at Death and saluted before sprinting away to catch up with the rest of her Fighting Fit squad and finish the circuit of Victory Park.
Death ignored Jimbo’s ragged breathing and continued to wait.
***
Jocasta Darling luxuriated in the bright spring sunshine that came as a welcome relief after the unmitigated gloom of winter and lockdown. Not that Jocasta thought lockdown would be ending any time soon, not if the government’s broken promises over the past year were anything to go by. Still it was nice to get out for a walk, and despite the cold, the sunshine was glorious and lifted Jocasta’s spirits for the first time since the start of the year.
Her daughter Molly skipped alongside, occasionally pausing to smell the newly budding flowers or point out the birds traversing the powder blue sky. The pair made their way toward the pond at the heart of Victory Park, where Molly liked to serve breakfast to the ducks each morning. Jocasta just liked to see her daughter happy. Molly had been in and out of hospital since birth with one thing or another, and it broke Jocasta’s heart at what Molly had had to endure. And now her schooling had been disrupted, all because of the Rona, which appeared to ignore kids like a bad parent. Jocasta often wondered just exactly where the blessed government’s priorities actually lay.
Although the park was busy with exercisers, the pond area looked to be empty to Jocasta, except for a jogger sitting slumped over on a bench. As they drew closer, Molly eagerly grabbed the plastic bag from her mother’s hands and pulled out a crust of bread.
“Okay be careful. Don’t fall in,” Jocasta instructed her daughter.
Molly beamed at her mother, flashing an ‘OK’ sign, and made her way to the shady side of the pond where the ducks and swans were congregated, all the while ripping the crust into smaller, bite-sized pieces.
Jocasta wasn’t sure what the government’s guidelines were this week on the usefulness of benches, but this one was still clearly marked as out of bounds. She wondered if she should go and say something to the jogger: it really didn’t pay to attract the attentions of the Rona marshals that now patrolled the park. Even the slightest infraction was pounced upon, and she herself had been lectured several times on the essential need to wear a face-mask, despite both she and Molly holding medical exemptions due to her daughter’s deafness. At her age, Jocasta was finding it hard enough to master a new language, without being hampered by half of it being obscured by face coverings; sign language was so much more than just hand signs. But try telling that to the oiks in uniforms with quotas to fill. At least Jocasta assumed the marshals had quotas to fill; everything today appeared to be run on targets, quotas and guidelines.
Jocasta approached the bench. “Excuse me. Do you know if it’s okay to sit here?”
The jogger looked up at her, giving Jocasta a fixed stare whilst the fabric of his face-mask ballooned in and out with every whooping breath. “What?”
He thinks I’m a Karen, Jocasta thought, shocked at the aggression in his eyes. “No, I’m asking if you know whether we’re permitted to sit on the bench yet. It’s still taped off,” Jocasta explained. “I’d love a sit down too if it’s allowed.”
“Oh… I see,” the jogger replied, as he attempted to control his breathing. “Yes… yes, I think so… since the start of the week… I’m sure of it.”
Jocasta smiled at the jogger; her smile was as bright as the morning but much warmer. “That is good news. I wonder why the council haven’t removed the tape yet.”
“They’ll get… around to it… eventually.”
Still, the forbidding tape unnerved Jocasta and she hesitated to sit down. “I’m with my daughter Molly. She’s over there feeding the ducks.”
The jogger nodded without removing his gaze from the floor, as he focused on this laboured breathing.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jocasta asked anxiously.
“Fine… thank you,” the jogger replied. “Over-exertion… I’ll be okay…”
Jocasta didn’t think the man looked okay at all. Apart from his breathing, he was sweating profusely and massaging his left arm. From what she could see of his face and neck, the jogger was coloured puce, and Jocasta was certain that wasn’t a good sign for a man his age. “You know it might help if you remove your mask,” she tentatively suggested.
The jogger gave Jocasta another fixed stare, but the aggression had gone from his eyes. He reached up with his right hand and unhooked the mask from his ears. “Yes, you’re probably right,” he said, sucking in a great gulp of air.
Jocasta recognised her local MP immediately but didn’t acknowledge that she knew who James Collins was. Although she had never once voted for him, he’d been her representative in Parliament for what seemed like forever. He’d also been very vocal on the importance of lockdowns, mask-wearing and, now, mandatory vaccinations. That was something else Jocasta disagreed with him over, but if James Collins was using the bench, then she felt sure it was okay for her to use it too.
Jocasta felt an icy blast at her back as she lowered herself onto the bench seat, at the farthest end from where her Member of Parliament sat. “Gosh, that feels very cold,” she said with a shiver. She felt the cold settle into her but, strangely, it did not feel unpleasant.
Fishing into her handbag, she pulled out a covered ashtray, which she placed on the arm rest of the bench, before lighting a cigarette. She dragged deeply and let out a satisfying whoosh of smoke, blowing it in the direction away from the bench. Jocasta had really missed not being able to sit down and smoke outside, and felt particularly aggrieved at the ban on sitting in public. For the longest time, outside had been the only place the public were allowed to smoke, and now she was expected to stand up to do it.
“I say… Could you put that out?” James Collins asked gruffly and gripped his left arm tighter. “Having trouble breathing… here.”
The sudden icy blast Jocasta had felt at sitting down now migrated to her eyes. She turned both barrels on her MP.
“No,” she stated, flatly.
“That’s… not very courteous…”
Jocasta took another puff of her cigarette and tapped the loose ash into the the ashtray. Again, she blew the smoke away from the bench. “We are appropriately socially distanced, are we not? I am not blowing smoke in your direction and there is no law against smoking outside.”
James Collins started coughing and waving his hand limply in front of his nose. Fat droplets of sweat poured from his grimacing face. “Can’t you see I’m… in trouble?”
“Yes you are.” Jocasta wasn’t sure what had come over her, but she felt very certain that the words coming out of her mouth were being said with the confidence of another’s voice. “You, James Collins MP, are a sell out. Not only are you a liar, a lecher and a rubber-stamp for oppression, but you’ve caused dis-ease, and I am sorry to tell you, but you will be going to hell.”
Jocasta looked over at Molly busily feeding the noisy ducks and waved. Molly waved back, tilting her head to one side with a curious look on her face. ‘Having fun?’ Jocasta signed to her daughter.
Molly nodded vigorously and signed back, ‘There’s a goose and he’s eating all the bread. Come and see.’
Jocasta chipped the end of her cigarette off in the ashtray and returned both to her handbag. She stood up, squared her shoulders, giving her MP a final withering stare. “Good-bye.”
She walked away, back along to the path to join Molly, leaving James Collins with a look of abject terror on this face.
Bing!
“Hello, Jimbo,” Death said, pulling the PsiPad from the folds of his robe.
***
“So this is Hell?” Jimbo Collins asked, as Death guided him into the vaulted expanse of the God Lobby and placed him at the end of a queue of souls. Like Jimbo, they were all dressed in white and wore face-masks. “Looks like Heaven to me.”
“For some it is both,” Death replied. “Just follow the white line. You’ll get there eventually.”
The queue shuffled forwards, taking Jimbo along with it.
Death took the express elevator up to the Office. From there he could look across the vastness of the God Lobby, and see just how long the queue he’d placed Jimbo Collins in was. It snaked back and forth, up and down and crossed itself in numerous places.
Looks like a commercial for toilet paper, does it not, Big D? All that’s missing is a great, big, playful puppy.
Death turned to the voice of God whispering over his shoulder and bowed. “It’s certainly the most appropriate place to deposit little shits, Ma’am.”
God tittered; she did appreciate Death’s sense of humour.
“I take it you were there,” Death said.
How did you know?
“Molly’s ‘Come and see’ was a dead giveaway. That and Brian’s disguise. He put no effort into it at all.”
On the reception desk Brian, who was forever eavesdropping, ruffled his feathers and hissed.
Yes, we were there. The situation looks grim.
“Indeed it does.”
God moved away from the balcony overlooking the God Lobby. Death glided along behind at a respectful distance.
“Ma’am, I’m worried about the disappearance of Famine and Pestilence. I can’t find any trace of them since…”
Halloween? Yes, it is concerning.
“War’s nose is never wrong. Without Famine and Pesto to provide balance, I fear for the future of humanity.”
Then you must find them, Big D.
“Me?” Death felt a sense of déjà vu; he’d been in this position before.
Of course. You find everyone. Eventually.
God smiled at Death and her smile was a bright as an April morning.
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*You fink I should feature Famine in the next one, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Maybe…*
So, please do consider buying a copy of Underdog Anthology XIV. It has 13 top notch stories and 2 poems to delight and terrify you…
*Or if Chauvin’s found guilty and not hung, drawn and quartered, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… We are in a fourth turning, after all…*
*Ha. I see what you did there…*
… So, not to be missed 😉
…Well, what are you waiting for?
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Question is, who do they belong to?
The immediate thought is likely “her” because she is an adult and they appear to be on the adult-size type scalar plane. But there’s a disconnect there, for obvious reasons. Doesn’t make sense that they belong to either, but perhaps one makes more sense than the other.
No, that doesn't make sense either.
After that it kinda more becomes…what, are they. Then it kinda sinks in. So…where is your head? Or better yet, where was your head upon first encounter.
Now that we’ve got everything in both a chronological and logical order, where is your head now? I’d bet, you’re now wondering if Cade, the meek and timid Okie from Texas, is messing with your head.
Nope.
As usual, just encountered a certain something completely by chance on my travels. I’ve actually already encountered quite a few certain somethings on my travels this Friday morning. Stuff that made me think.
Wanna come along for a bit and see what else I’ve seen?
^Uneasy Rider The Charlie Daniels Band with Lyrics^
What I have not seen, is scientists. That’s right, all through this lockdown and pandemic or whatever, I have not seen scientists rattling off about how great the actions taken by government(s) are, and now that we are into the vaccination stage, I’ve not seen popular and well known scientists all over the media blabbing about what you the uneducated and unwashed masses should do.
I see Anthony Fauci, and I see Neil deGrasse Tyson, but that's about it.
Are they holding the rest in reserve in case the front lines get shot down and they need an alternate? Probably. Anyway, lets go search Google for some of the more well knows scientific mouthpieces and see what they are up to. I’m just gonna go by names as they pop into my own head, starting with Lawrence Krauss.
You ever notice that in horror movies, and especially supernatural horror and/or monster movies, no one ever believes in the entity in question, be it a ghost or god or monster or creature or alien or whatever weird entity…that is, they don’t believe, until the fucker shows up. Yeah they’ve heard this thing exists, they figure its legend, so they get the bright idea to go looking for it, and yep, sure as shit it or they or whatever…
shows up.
Just wondering if all these acts of creating disbelief could in fact be engines driving a helluva lot of people right onto the pathways that will firmly put them in believers category. Getting them in line for some face-time with the Almighty, or at a minimum maybe one of their agents or some other flunky. And the best part is, that only a few lambs need to be sacrificed so that the rest of the population is kept informed that this mystical something is indeed still around, and not a good idea to fuck with it nor seek it.
I've gotten off topic.
Church numbers falling during a global pandemic and global lockdown? NO WAI!!! Let’s take a peek at Richard Dawkins and see where he comes up in the headlines.
I cannot read that article because the website gives me a popup forcing me to accept their cookie policy before being able to read, and I refuse to accept any cookie policy, so yeah, I cannot read that. Prolly just gonna be a rehash of the “this has happened before, it will happen again” modality.
Yeah, doesn’t matter what it is nor what it does, everything from Tide-Pods to telekinesis can and will be weaponized. Let’s move on to someone out on the fringe, Seth Shostak.
Oh yeah, I forgot about that bit. Another distraction in the hunt for scientists who are being mouthpieces for the establishment. Lets try Michio Kaku.
Meh. Looks like he’s got too much going on with his TV show and new book to be worried about COVID. Let’s check out Brian Cox and see what he might be saying about COVID.
Hrm…I guess maybe the core is indeed holding up the status quo whilst others are pushed forward to talk about this current pandemic. Not too smart to put all your eggs in one basket. Let us check one last dude whilst you sit there all befuddled as to why I’ve not singled out any female scientists that you’ve likely never heard of. The last dude we shall check is Jim Al-Khalili.
At the bottom of that last article, The Guardian informs me that I’ve read 6 articles in the last year.
I'm being watched.
Question now is, sometime in the future, am I gonna be tested on how well I absorbed the information from those 6 Guardian articles that I (according to them) allegedly read?
^Strange flash of light shows up across South Florida sky^
Here’s the real question, cupcake…
Q: Why should I give one single shred of a fuck what some cosmologist, astronomer or physicist thinks about coronavirus/COVID-19/nCoV-2019?
A: Where are all the rock-star physicians at?
Where are all the rock star medical doctors, virologists, chemists, botanists, biologists, anthropologists, historians? Wear dey at, huh? My guess is gonna be that those who likely could be (or should be) speaking out have signed so goddamn many NDAs with so goddamn many interests that they can’t even comment on the weather without getting fired, sued and/or suicided, let alone comment on this SARS-CoV-2 virus thingie. Hundreds of trillions of dollars hang in the balance here. Don’t need some poison pill fucking up the works.
…or at least, it’s an interesting thought to me. Wanna hear why?
OK, fine...you've talked me into it.
Supposedly, the only unforgivable sin (according to The Bible) is rejection of the Holy Spirit. One would think this means that when the Holy Spirit shows up, you do what it instructs you to do…no questions asked. Thing is tho, there appear to be all kinds of entities floating around out there in the realms of what I call “Else”. The ether or the spiritual realms or whatever. Anything that isn’t some tangible and understandable something, is “Else”, and it is supposedly brimming with entities and interests of all kinds.
But here, in our time and times, is where things get even more slippery. We, live in times when “psychic communication is almost commonplace. Satellite, radio, telephone, television, microwave/cellular, cable, Internet, cinemas, books, newspapers, magazines, flyers, mail, signs, billboards, bumper stickers, t-shirts, product packaging, not to mention all kinds of crazy stuff being worked on, in secret, by interests of all kinds, that you/I haven’t a clue about and likely never will. Hell, even things as “simple” as electricity, running water, gas and availability of products/supplies at local markets and retailers can be considered communication pathways because you are transmitted information when a something that was previously available is no longer available. All kinds of ways for ideas and information to get into your head, all kinds of ways for ideas to get into you, and ultimately these things will effect your spirit. They will affect your thinking and your feeling.
A question that I personally have wrestled with is “how would you know?” Meaning…if some spirit or entity whatever, showed up (in…person?*), and started communicating directly with me, how in the hell am I to know that they are who they say they are? How am I in any way equipped to deal with what is happening and why? I can tell you what society would say…
Society: Dude, you’re fucking crazy!
Simple. You’ve had a psychotic break, your brain is malfunctioning, and it’s just making things up.
Now, I mention this because, were I to encounter some less-than-standard type of entity, I am pretty much on my own. I cannot rely on anyone but myself. I cannot lean on anyone. I cannot tell anyone, and I mean NO ONE…because if I do, I’m instantly gonna be branded a loon, and things in my life are about to get even more complex because I’m likely gonna be thrown into “the system”. And we all know both how great that system is, and what we think of those that wind up in it. You are now branded a crazy, for life…marked. Everything you knew, is gone. And we don’t want that now do we?
Yep, yer on yer own.
Might wanna hit the public library and/or book stores and be discrete about seeking help. Just, keep in mind that agencies of all kinds from all nations are watching those publications and making note of who is reading what. Heh, heh, heh…we live in interesting times in that all kinds of folks are having all kinds of vague encounters with those seeking information, eh?
So now, we’ve decided that maybe its best to go dry. We’ll work with what we have in our own personal databanks.
Q: Who do predators seek?
A: Rut roh...
If you’ve any education of any kind, you likely know that predators seek the weak and the sick. The vulnerable and the clueless. Those who aren’t paying attention or have made some kind of mistake.
OH THE HUMANITY!!! I am completely and totally fucked!!! I’m under some kind of psychic and/or spiritual attack because I’m weak or sick or stupid or just plain ol’ wasn’t paying attention! Maybe all that!!! Wait…sanctuary. That’s what I need…I need some kind of sanctuary!!!
CHURCH!!! Get your ass to church!!! But wait…which one?!?!!?? Churches are made up of warring factions who all think that they, and only they, have all the answers!!! And what about religions?!?? Holy shit are there a shitton of them. Which one actually does have the answers I seek?!?!?!?
I’m desperate here. I don’t have time for all that. Some kind of creature from another dimension is pestering the fuck out of me and putting all kinds of weird ideas into my head, and I need help RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!
W: What are you on about?
Cade: Just taking another trip down the evaluation highway.
W: Don’t you mean, reevaluation highway?
Cade: Same thing. Same roadway. Just because I’ve been down the same road before, doesn’t mean the road itself is the same.
W: Trying to be clever?
Cade: No. Just pointing out that each and every pass down “the same road” isn’t the same. No telling what you might see.
W: Like re-watching a movie or rereading a book.
Cade: Or similar.
W: Similar, not same.
Cade: Or maybe even same but not similar.
W: Or maybe not similar, not same.
Cade: Could be. Books get revised, movies get edited, and same roadways change.
W: In effect making them neither similar nor same.
Cade: Correct, I too have likely changed. My environment has potentially changed.
W: New 65 inch ultra high definition television, new Blu-ray player, new ultimate-supreme collectors edition of the movie on Blu-ray Disc, 7.2 wireless surround sound audio system, new couch…
Cade: New girlfriend. New start. New, new, new. So, yeah, not similar not same.
W: Your roadway has changed. But it’s still the same movie.
Cade: Sorta. And yet not at all the same.
Kinda weird to think about the concept of “a slow poisoning of the mind”, and especially as it relates to learning and growing. In this instance, someone is putting forward that to consume anything non-scriptural is to poison oneself. In effect, one could argue that this someone is making the case for there to be but a single publication in existence…The Holy Bible. I already have a question regarding that…
Q: Which one?
A: ???
I dunno how many versions of The Holy Bible there are, but there are a bunch. Getting the wrong one, or listening to someone teach from the wrong one, could doom your soul to eternal damnation. I wonder if pastors get kickbacks from the publisher for recommending their version.
^Strange hum and trash can lid sound (strange sounds on Puget sound)^
Here’s a really weird kink in that paradigm from above.
What I’m wondering about here is when one makes a distinction between that which is church policy, and that which is “scriptural”, and even that which is personal opinion. What about that which is social and those things that are financial? “Pilgrim’s Progress” features heavily in that writing, and I dunno if I personally would consider anything in either of these works as “scriptural” just because a Bible verse is quoted here and there. But here’s where things get really funky. The Bible contains stories of all kinds. Historical events, tales, parables, all kinds of adventures and weird happenings.
Q: Are my own stories and adventures worthless because they are not documented in The Bible, and what exactly may have God had in mind when they stopped writing and shut the book, yet life continued?
A: I missed the show.
😦
I was born at the wrong time. I did not walk with the prophets, hence, I guess I gotta just do my best to relive their bullshit in my own time(s) instead of living my own life and finding my own way in my own times as they did. Gotta establish my own walk with God. Find my own feet.
I'm stumbling like crazy here. This is fucking nuts to think about.
They, did not have a Bible. How in the fuck did they make it through living their lives “according to scripture” in those times when there was no scripture? Certainly not the scripture we have today.
Ah yes…reliance upon the priests. If you want your scripture, and you wanna know what is/is not scriptural, gotta go to the priests. They’re the ones with the books and the backing of the church(es).
…is that a volcano in the background I see? And is that tea, and doesn’t tea contain caffeine? I bet that photographer went through hell setting up that shot. Gotta be at the right spot, at the right time of day, and everything in your life has to run smoothly in order for that to happen. Gotta have the correct permissions to be there, gotta have the right weather, and you gotta have the right staff, gotta have the right equipment. You did remember to bring everything, right? Did I? I can’t remember.
Coffee...you need coffee. Strong coffee and lots of it.
So yeah…calm. That calm. Calm like the calm depicted in the photo. Fuck yes my mind can be that motherfucking calm! What the hell are you on about regarding calm minds looking like a caffeine factory next to a goddamn volcano?!?!?!?
^End Times Signs or Atmospheric Deception?^
btw…i 4 got to mentions
HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE!!!
Oh…
Wait………..
…we interrupt this previously joyous occasion for the M-F/9-5 working public with a special news bulletin.
Please stand by….
IMPD says 8 people have died and multiple others were injured in the mass shooting at the FedEx facility in Indy. pic.twitter.com/CwVCqEhmyn
I wonder what the percentage of people who work Monday thru Friday and 9 AM to 5 PM actually is. Like, compared to those who work other shifts/other days. Hell, some of us are on the clock 24 hours a day, 365/366 days a year. And to think even further on the subject, the phrase “9 to 5” implies permanent, full-time employment. No afternoon shifts, no swing shifts, no graveyard shifts, is not part-time work, is not temporary work, is not seasonal work, is not occasional nor as/when needed work, no weekends, no overtime, no split days nor split days off, no rotating days, no rotating hours, off work on all holidays, just straight up 40-hour work week, 8 hours per day Monday thru Friday from 9 AM to 5 PM with likely a paid lunch and possibly two paid breaks of 1 morning and 1 afternoon, off work on Saturdays and Sundays, and a minimum of two weeks of paid vacation every year. What percentage of people in the US of A have a job like that anymore? Ya think anyone else in the world is thinking about stuff like this? If so, ya think maybe Google might could point us to some information?
Less than 2%? Answer #2 says they’ve run some numbers based upon US Census data and come up with 1.9% of Americans work 9 to 5 based upon a start-time window between 8:45 AM and 9:09 AM? Jesus that’s fucking horrifying sounding. Tell me we aren’t living in a time when the unions are dead.
Answer #5 says that 31% of Americans work a 40 hour work week, but that’s not really indicative as to when they are working those 40 hours. Working 9-5 is a helluva long way from working from 3 PM to 11 PM or working 10 PM one day to 6 AM the next day. Shifts like that don’t provide an individual with much time for doing much of anything except either preparing for, or recovering from, work. No telling what days you might have off either, and for those poor folks working the graveyard shifts, having off on a certain day doesn’t always mean you’ll actually be off on that day because YOUR days start at night.
I found that out the hard way when I worked a midnight shift for 4 months. I was off on Fridays and Saturdays, sure…but my Sunday started at 11 PM on Saturday night. In effect, I wasn’t off on Saturdays at all because I had to be rested and ready for work by 11 PM Saturday night. I basically got 1 day off per week…Friday. The rest of the time was preparing for and coping with the rigors of working all night, trying like hell to sleep during the day, and also trying to stay well, healthy and not die in the process.
(and keep my fucking job/do it well)
^Positive and Negative SIGNS of the Endtimes! Be Prepared!^
Coincidence…
There have been 147 mass shootings in the US since New Years Day, according to data published by the Gun Violence Archive (@GunDeaths).
…no coincidence, they say. Lemme do a little copy/paste for anyone too lazy to go read the article.
Research shows the timing of these incidents isn’t likely a coincidence, Slutkin said, since the more people see violence and take it in as “normal” the more likely they are to commit violence themselves. “We know historically there is a strong copycat phenomenon with high-profile mass shootings,” Dr. Jonathan M. Metzl, Director of the Center for Medicine, Health, and Society at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, told Insider. “And so when there’s one in the news it tends to spur a number of copycat events, so people feel a contagion effect. One leads to another, leads to another.” “This is a lot of people who are on edge having the means to do something and seeing that other people are doing it,” he added.
Kinda like rushing to get “vaccines”. Or wearing masks. Or shaming others for not being part of the herd and going with the flow. Or joining TikTok or some other social media something. Or starting your own podcast. Or buying a hot stock. Or getting some hot new merch. Or watching some hot new show. Or going to a rally or protest for some hip new activist something. Or jumping on any and every new trend that may just lead to you gaining some notoriety or standing out in some way so one can feel good about themselves. Hell, is there anything at all on this planet, in our time(s), that is notdriven by some kind of copycat mentality? Speaking of copycats…
I’m being a copycat right now by commenting on this. Being trendy. Being current. Being hip.
Copycat
Caw Pee Cat
Cop Peek At
Cop E Cat
Cope?
Cope Cat?
Cats coping with...the unknown?
Making the unknown known is…tricky. There’s a permanence to everything we do. Everything goes on your permanent record. Gotta make each and every decision count, and most importantly, we need feedback. So considering that familial, friends and work/professional peers type of support is gonna be difficult and perhaps even impossible in obtaining, how does one obtain feedback regarding the decisions that we make? Is it possible that sometimes you just gotta go public? Lemme relate a bit here for those who might be a shade lost as to what I mean.
Speaking of feedback, you know that “customer satisfaction” card that is in the packaging when you buy some new something? But the thing is, they usually want you to fill the survey out and return it within 15 to 30 days of purchase. You just bought the fucking thing, it probably works out of the box, so of course those who take the time to fill it out are likely gonna give the product some high marks.
Q: Why do companies not ask you to fill it out and send it one or two or even five or more years after you bought it?
A: Heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh ha hee haw har har har and a tee hee hee too.
They want feedback that is gonna give them ways to get new suckers to make initial purchases, not information that is gonna create loyal customers who come back again and again because your products are great. The market(s) for most products are as such that customers don’t have much of a choice in the first place, and retailers are gonna make those choices even more thin. If you want a certain item, and the company can stay in business, they’re likely to get you again and again even if they are pumping out complete shit.
^Thats No Moon Sounds [Trevor Henderson Giant OC]^
When you have a problem, to whom do you turn?
When you have a problem, why do you have to turn to anyone?
Who the fuck told you that, when you have a problem, you must turn to others?
^Heaven Delightsyt – Signs of the end of times^
If a carnivorous insect takes a shit on my tomato, my tomato is no longer considered vegan. Wait…what in the hell am I even talking about…insects are now vegan. It’s all about the protein…
who gives a fuck where it comes from.
I guess someone got the message that any, and I man ANY, processed food, is likely to contain insect matter of some kind. Pretty sure there are even regulations which specifically allow for a certain percentage of processed foods to contain insect and other unexpected/unintended matter. Sure, you can try and be super-accurate screening out the beetle poop, dead ants, moth eggs, mouse whiskers and pheasant feathers, but you cannot get it all. Exceptions must be made, otherwise, commerce suffers. If commerce suffers, nothing is produced, money does not change hands, people go hungry, illnesses crop up, and wars of all kinds loom large in the wings.
^End-time biblical signs: wars and rumors of wars (11)^
Are you really gonna tell me that there are people in the world who do not know what civil defense sirens going off in non-stormy conditions means? Cause if it ain’t stormy, and the sirens are going off, it means only 1 of 2 things.
1: The system is being tested;
2: Air-raid/war.
That’s it. Civil Defense sirens only sound during storms where a funnel cloud or tornado has been sighted, when the system is being tested, or when the nukes and/or bombers are inbound.
Funny that, upon hearing the siren, they direct me to check my local media. I don’t even own a fucking television.
^strange sounds over Rock Hill^
And so endeth another. More time wasted…another day or two or three or so, gone. Nothing learned. Nothing gained. Nothing to show for our time. Nothing at all. Although…it’s now Monday, and humans are launching UFOs on Mars.
fucking rofl
My entire life, Martians have been slinging UFOs our way. I’ve lived long enough to see the tides turn. 19 April, 2021…humans launched a flying object on Mars. My divorce was final 4 years ago today.
Coincidence?
^NASA Mars Helicopter Takes Flight in Milestone for Planet Exploration^
Dear Reader, we have received an unexpected missive from the Okie Devil of Text US. I have read it and it is somewhat controversial in nature.
Therefore may I suggest you invest 45 minutes of your precious time to listen to a recent talk from philosophy lecturer Wes Cecil before embarking on the missive, below. It is from Wes’s latest series of talks on IDENTITY, and deals with the subject of abstraction…
*Thank you, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… Cade’s picked a prickly subject for sure and I really don’t want Dear Reader to pop a blood vessel…*
*******
SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How’s that 2020 US election voter fraud investigation thingie coming, eh? You still investigating? Or at least keeping up with the goings on? Still angry? You still interested in stopping the steal?
You've lost interest haven't you?
Your rage has subsided. The blood pressure has dropped. You no longer want to break shit and tear shit up because you didn’t get your way. You’ve settled back into playing the video game “Among Us” and are chasing your phantoms there. Haven’t you?….HAVEN’T YOU??!!
!!! !!! !!! !!! !!!ANSWER ME!!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
!!! I NEED ANSWERS AND I NEED THEM NOW !!!
heh
Welp, let’s check in with some of those folks who just might not have the option to start and stop investigations based upon some passionate and potentially personal whims. That’s right, let’s check in with the folks whose job it is to actually respond to and thoroughly investigate claims/allegations of voter fraud and see these investigations all the way to their conclusion. The people whose asses are actually on the line and their livelihood and potentially even their freedom depends upon their findings. Quick question before we check tho…
Q: Is is possible, to conceal an actual fraud, by inundating and overwhelming any investigative body with spurious claims of fraud?
A: ? dumping a fuckton of chaff into the air to jam the radars whilst the raiders escape in the fog ?
Getting the official body to chase phantoms? They are out chasing shadows whilst the real culprit(s) slip right through the cracks. And there are cracks. There are always cracks. Cracks are good. Cracks allow the road to breathe, give it a little flex, not so rigid that it breaks, and they keep the highways nice, and straight, and navigable, and free of potholes, and allow you to journey carefree, clueless and in comfort on a smooth thoroughfare. You only have to worry about operating the vehicle and navigating to your destination. Your worries about the infrastructure are limited to bitching when things don’t go your way or meet your standards. You might even be one of those assholes that doesn’t slow down in construction zones because your own schedule is too important. You’ve got somewhere to be. You’ve got a something on your schedule that needs to be completed and checked off. Nevermind that, whilst blazing through this construction zone, you might just inadvertently clear the schedule of some poor road worker permanently for them.
BTW…do you know the purpose of seams? Seems not, but you should…they help prevent a something from becoming indestructible.
Tyrannical.
^Front 242 – Front By Front – YouTube Playlist^
Interfering with an election, simply by claiming that an election has been interfered with – It’s an interesting concept. When one considers the level of bullshit that “the news media” slings out daily, tough to know who is telling the truth and who isn’t. Tough to know what their intentions are. We’re are looking for allies afterall, right?
Anyway, since I awoke wondering what’s up with the 2020 US election fraud investigation(s), let’s us go wander around and search Google News on this fine Wednesday to see what is cooking for breakfast. My money is on “dead horse” served up by the angsty and angry staff working in hell’s kitchen.
Um…right off the bat, this sounds to me like a bunch of people settling personal scores and/or eliminating potential rivals, and utilizing the US Government and its systems to do so. Moreover, the entire article is personal. Name after name of verbal fencing, sounds like some leveraging is going on, but I don’t see any reference(s) to any official investigations or their findings. Starting to get the feeling that no one gives a shit if fraud occurred or not, they just wanna see a fight. Meh, let’s keep going.
Guess I’m an idealist in thinking that no matter who is elected to an office, they will always strive to do the right thing. The partisan stuff is just personal beliefs, but truth is truth, and when truth comes knocking, Democrat, Republican or any other party affiliation goes out the fucking window, and you do the right thing…party be damned. Tough thing to do what is right by you which you also feel is right by others because it is truthful and correct under the circumstances. Got people breathing down your neck to do a something irrespective of whether it is right or wrong, and you stand your ground. You could easily wind up on the wrong side of an issue. I mean, we are talking fraud here. The fraudsters are going to seek to destroy anything or anyone in their path, and they’ll do so by any means.
I’ve heard this “MyPillow” name mentioned here and there over the past several months, but I have no idea what its all about. I never looked into it because it smelled like nothing more than advertising to me. Someone seeing an opportunity to hawk their wares because a crowd has assembled, and jumping on the opportunity. I mean, why else would they always be referring to MyPillow? That said, I’m reading about this nonsense now, and in the article, this caught my eye…
“Over the course of the next four to five weeks, I’m going to dump all this evidence for all to see every day on my new platform Frank, where the world can’t suppress it,” he said. Lindell says Frank, his proposed social media platform, will combine ideas from YouTube and Twitter, and will be able to handle half a billion users. People kicked off YouTube will be given a “bonus” if they join the service, he says.
So yeah, as I figured…advertising. Using one vaporous something (stop the steal) to advertise another vaporous but semi-tangible something (a social media platform) via some very tangible and real somethings (MyPillow, elections, this CEO dude, Trump, rallies, political parties, you, etc..) Advertising has now so wormed its way into politics and political coverage, anything and everything politics is now gonna look like every other fucking sport. From darts to billiards to poker to NASCAR to FIFA to NRL, the players, venues and fans are going to be plastered with sponsors, their logos, and the products they’re advertising. Politics has always been a commercial enterprise, but advertising has been taboo.
Ya know, because of like ethics and stuff.
People getting paid to say shit that they may or may not actually believe in. Getting paid to push products they don’t actually use. Politicians are supposed to believe in stuff, not be a face and a mouthpiece for special interests who have the cash to purchase someone’s honesty. That’s an actor’s job…right? We don’t mind actors advocating stuff because we know in our heart of hearts that actors are full of shit. They get paid, to pretend. A very clear a distinct line there. But politicians? How the fuck are we supposed to know the difference between when they are telling the truth, and when they are being paid to tell “a” truth? Guess we’ll just have to go with our gut(s), eh?
More advertising. “Stop The Steal” is a brand. A brand designed to sell hats, t-shirts, bumper stickers and other “merch”. Which…HEY! Let’s go see if there are any copyrights or trademarks that have been filed for “Stop The Steal”, and if so, who the owners are.
Rut roh…that’s result #2 on a Google Search for “stop the steal copyright” (without quotes). Looks like someone may have set up a booth, sold their wares, then skipped town. Or, am I just jumping to conclusions with no evidence to backup my claims?
I see nothing regarding any copyright, I tried searching with quotes and got zero results, so let’s us go look for “stop the steal trademark” (without quotes) and see what that gets us.
This is how things get sideways. Right there, in text, because of peculiarities regarding URL formatting and what is probably just some lazy-assed thinking in design, a headline goes from reading “3.5 million” to “35 million” just like that. And don’t try and tell me it doesn’t matter either…
It does. It absolutely matters.
Let’s quasi-digress from that thought tho and see if “stop the steal” has an official website or something similar.
This is a battle for hearts and minds. A battle of ideas. A battle for spirit, and ultimately a battle for souls. A battle for and over the body and all it may (or may not) contain. Abstract and non-conventional warfare using vaporous weapons designed for vaporous concepts.
Heart = abstraction
Mind = abstraction
Spirit = abstraction
Soul = abstraction
Body = abstraction
Idea = abstraction
“They” are trying to like hell to get these abstractions into manifesting into tangible things. To bring the ethereal into the real. Make fantasy a reality, if you will. One does not fight the body for the soul.
This is ideas vs ideas where “their ideas > your ideas”.
The body is simply a conduit for reaching these things they seek. Its possible that at some point you’re gonna have to stand. Or fold. Or maybe just get tossed out of the game entirely.
Reasonable. Reasonable people. lolz…”reason” suddenly appears in the big middle of discussing abstractions. Keep in mind that, upon starting this writing, I simply did a Google search for “2020 election fraud” (without quotes) and I’m simply going down the line of results. I’m not putting these together to fit some own personal narrative of mine, I’m going step by step down the search results, taking them one by one, reading some of the articles, and commenting on the whole mess as I go with no pre-planning and no forethought. Woke up this morning, wondered what was going on with the election fraud stuff, and now here we are.
So with that in mind, why don’t we think about “reason” a bit and just what it might mean. First up is that in order for someone to be considered “reasonable”, they must first find these election fraud claims “unreasonable”. Seeing is how “election fraud” itself is far from unreasonable, our search for reason and/or reasonable people is gonna be rough. But in this instance, things are even more muddy because the defendant herself and/or her defense is twisting the meaning of “reasonable” and/or “reasonable people” by stating that…
“No reasonable person would conclude that the statements were truly statements of fact.”
What makes people reasonable? What makes a person reasonable? Concessions? Conceding some point? Allowing doubt to creep into your mind?
Reasonable, doubt?
Hrm…this is an interesting tack they’ve taken. It’s a confusing course. Like a zig or a zag a ship makes in order to avoid a torpedo. But here’s where things get even more interesting…
‘The filing Monday in the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia claims Powell’s statements were so absurd they couldn’t be taken seriously.’
Absurity. Is “absurdity” a fact? We are afterall doing a dance here between reason, fact, abstraction, and absurdity. Question is, who is gonna win this dance-off. Reason? Or fact. Or absurdity.
I knew it…fucking NINJAS are involved. Ninjas are sneaky assassins. I guess Cyber Ninjas are hacker assassins who…hack and assassinate in cyberspace? There’s a word you don’t hear anymore…cyberspace. Its a very abstract concept, cyberspace is. It’s basically nothing more than electrical conduits with more specific purposes than your average power grid types of transmission lines. Electrons made of bits, and bytes and packets instead of just dumb electrons headed for your electric can-opener or the charging station for your smart-phone or smart-car or whatever.
‘In a statement provided to the Arizona Mirror by Fann after this article was first published, Logan confirmed that he’d written the document to assist U.S. senators who either wanted to object to the certification of the Electoral College or wanted to insert evidence into the official record. He said he was asked specifically to include evidence that would support the national security concerns that some senators had.’
Oh, but there’s more…
‘Logan did not say who asked him to compile the information or which senators it was for.’
This is vague as fuck. “he’d written the document to assist U.S. senators…” what? Of his own volition? He what… watched the news, heard senators complaining, made a list of what they were complaining about, then started to investigate of his own accord and document his findings? He/his firm was/were hired by the Arizona Senate President to audit the Arizona election results. So, what the fuck is involved in this auditing process anyway, and why is this Cyber Ninja writing election related shit tailored for U.S. Senators on the State of Arizona’s dime? Not only that, but how the hell is a report on the election audit being released before the audit even takes place. What am I missing here?
I guess the fact that some firm that has been hired to audit election results in Arizona is headed up by someone who just may not be the most unbiased of people, and this is causing dismay amongst certain interests who themselves are very biased and would prefer that their interests are seen to.
I get the feeling that anything and everything a “news organization” provides is 100% their opinion, which is why they can charge people to get at it even if it is considered to be “public information”. Hey, I’m willing to make reasonable accommodation since you’ve got all that bloated overhead and you really really need that 5th home out in Flagstaff, but allowing those 12 ads to display on your article is about all I can afford to give at this point in my life.
Ah HA! Now we’re getting somewhere. It’s not necessarily the State of Arizona that has hired the auditors, but the GOP? And in fact, has done so via fundraising? The GOP doesn’t have $150,000 to spare, even if they honestly think that election fraud has occurred? How the hell can private interests employing partisan firms ever expect to be objective in reaching factual conclusions? Really fucking weird that all this is going on in the big middle of some supposed global pandemic. Sounds to be like the fuckers are just bored and don’t have anything better to do. Has an almost mischievous timbre to it. Idle hands.
Building an army. Great. That’s just what the world needs…another fucking “war on”. War on this, war on that, war on someotherfuckingthing, now a war on voting and voters. Hey…citizens…voting public…I think elements within the very government you vote on and for? Yeah, they just declared war on you, and they’re raising an army to fight you. Salty talk. Very salty talk.
Minorities. Prejudices. Racism. Race…ism. Race…ism…in Motor City and the Motor City State? Hrm.
Auto...race.
Hey, I got news for you…rich people don’t like nor associate with poor people because they’re prejudiced. Unless of course it is beneficial in some way for them to do so.
Hey, I got more news for you…poor people don’t like nor associate with rich people because they’re prejudiced. Unless of course it is beneficial in some way for them to do so.
I notice “a major spike in coronavirus cases” gets a mention. Which, how’s that Legionnaires thing going? Ya’ll get that all squared away yet? That new multi-million dollar water project get all the funds distributed to the right places so people can have safe drinking water yet?
‘Despite the courts’ near-universal rejection of claims of fraud, including the Michigan Supreme Court, Ruth Johnson, a Republican state senator and former secretary of state, said there was a “lot of gaming of the system.”
‘”There was more cheating last year in an election than I’ve ever seen in Michigan,” said Ms. Johnson, who is chairwoman of the State Senate’s elections committee.’
Welp, she said it, so it must be so. Great logic in adding more variables. That is almost sure to make this shit sandwich less gamey.
Wait…these are the same fuckers who blocked me from an earlier article which could have contained factual “official” information, but now they’re giving me access to an opinion piece? Think of the children. Get them while they’re young. Educate.
Indoctrinate.
I hate to tell you this, but if you have some static/concrete system for educating anyone, and especially children, you are part of the problem. You’re taking a “one-size-fits-all” approach to a very dynamic world. So with that in mind, what do you do with those who don’t fit into your cookie-cutter mold(s)? Throw them in special ed? Put them on the short bus? Hide them away? Forever label them as “this”, and that’s all their gonna be in your beautiful and perfect posthumanist world?
‘Americans remain starkly divided in their confidence in elections because of lies about voting fraud.’
I dunno how many articles you the reader have read here, but if you’ve read any of them, you’ve probably seen the word “lies” appear at least once. A trend in all of these articles is that “lies” is probably used somewhere. Some have said the election results were fraudulent, some have said they were not, you believed one side or the other, and now everything that is not within your own scope of truth, is lies. There have been many inconsistencies found, yet you dismiss them as irrelevant because the numbers were not sufficient to change the result(s).
But what about next time?
“Election fraud” has been front and center since the 2000 US elections, and it’s almost as if there is this constant probing going on. Looking for weaknesses. Looking for exploits. Question is, would anything be being done if people weren’t crying foul? Would there be active interest in ensuring that the elections and their results were fair an accurate? This piece reeks of taking advantage of the lockdown/pandemic and remote education more than an objective look at whether or not an educator wants to delve off into the particulars of election processes when teaching on the subject of government. To teach someone how to participate in a something, without first explaining to them the processes involved in why they may even want to vote at all? Tsk tsk…you’re assuming that everyone votes, and I guess suggesting that everyone should vote. If you make education about voting and voting processes mandatory, children are likely going to believe that voting and/or participating in the electoral processes are also mandatory.
‘Equally important is exposing more of the general adult population to the elections process. As the state’s only nonpartisan provider of voter education, no other entity is better suited for this than Clean Elections.’
Why is there functionality on that site to donate to political candidates in order to…what…get them on the state ballot? Is that where 100% of the money goes? Regardless, I don’t think that e-begging for money for political candidates is very “clean”. In fact, its fucking filthy. BTW, how is Phoenix doing? Still sinking? Giant cracks still forming and stuff? Yeah, our winds from the east are getting more and more prevalent, and gotta be something driving the winds to come in from the east this far north. I realize that the Rockies are sinking too, but something has triggered a change in the prevalent winds around here over the past several years. Anymore, no fucking telling which direction the wind may come from.
Digress.
Just seems to me that segregating the voting process from the governmental processes us going to have the effect of creating a sect of worker bees who do nothing but vote. They don’t know who they are voting for, nor why, they just have this strange feeling of being compelled to vote, and no idea from whence these urges spring. They just…do it.
This is an advertisement. Oohm but…FREE PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!! I get the feeling that they want people to come out for an entirely other purpose. Perhaps a photo-op? Something with loads of people that can be captioned with something like “election fraud townhall meeting jammed to capacity by outraged voters looking for answers”
(and free pizza).
The “drinks” bit is kinda vague. They serving beer at this thing? Hell, open to the public with free pizza and drinks is almost certain to attract a crowd…in the middle of a pandemic…in a state who is currently undergoing a major spike in coronavirus cases. Good idea. Also a good idea to hold it in Battle Creek and not Detroit. Homeless and poor folk woulda showed up and ate all the pizza.
Everything is so classified anymore that getting accurate information is gonna be rough. The very people who collect and analyse all of this information are the same people who are making it available and/or unavailable. The same people who decide what means what, what should be released, what should not, and they’re prolly the same people who are gonna redact information when you put in a FOI request. They ain’t gonna make it easy for ya. There’s probably some very real and even some very justified spite in some of these positions. Positions that exist for the sole purpose of making someone crawl through rivers of shit so that you don’t have to. They put in the hours, whilst you just wanna grab the data and run with it for your own purposes. Still, these folks do get paid. As to what belongs to them and what doesn’t? Welp, they are citizens too, so their ideas might differ from yours. Now, regarding that story? lolz…agencies, who deal in deception, are coming clean about what they did and didn’t do in the US elections? And you believe that?
Hrm…hasn’t FOX News recently undergone a paradigm shift as far as supporting/not supporting conservatives and/or Republicans? I wonder if they did this to alleviate any culpability in future lawsuits. Would be a smart move to distance themselves from any wackos that might get FOX sued, or at least give them an out when they do get sued.
“The Fox anchors were not innocent bystanders and the disinformation generated during their interviews was no accident. Prior to the interviews, the Fox anchors decided to join forces with Giuliani and Powell to disseminate disinformation about Smartmatic,” the filing states.’
From that…”…identity management systems for civil registration…”. I wonder if that includes COVID-19 vaccination passport types of stuff? Aren’t vaccinated?
Can't vote.
Question is, does this lawsuit have merit? Is it really a good idea to silence a media outlet because they choose to give certain opinions a platform from which to speak? Seems to me that if all these election fraud people really are kooks who are singling you out and defaming you, you’d be thrilled because you can easily refute the claims. There are no jack-in-the-box types of surprises, everything is right out there in the open. Your machines operate according to specs, perform as-advertised, no glitches, no malfunctions, no tampering, here’s the proof. You do have a QA department, right? Do lots of testing? Seems like they’d be pissing their pants to address anything they or the development teams haven’t thought of as well as defend their designs. You’re a private company sure, but aren’t you under government contract(s)? Aren’t you contractually bound to disclose information when and if requested? Or did someone miss a step somewhere. Is anything of yours public record?
^Nitzer Ebb – Shame (Regis Edit) (2016)^
Yeah boy…made it through the first two pages of a Google News search for “2020 election fraud”…without quotes. Is there anyone left? Anyone hang with me through the entire ride?
Q: How am I, a lowly and below-average citizen of the United States of America and resident of the State of Texas and the Planet Earth/Terra, supposed to consume / digest / comprehend such mountains of information?
A: ¿?¿
No answers, I have them. Guess I’ll have to rely upon you. Guess I’ll have to assimilate.
Sometimes you gotta ask yourself the simple question: How can ANYONE be so totally stupid as to go flying around the world in their private jet claiming to be a "climate envoy?" Then along comes John Kerry….and Presto! You've got your answer. https://t.co/dophTssAHZpic.twitter.com/avx95Qz4qC
*Another Unelected Flying Official fond of preaching…*
… Cade Fon Apollyon, who is not a scientist, has never claimed to be a scientist and certainly doesn’t have any money, power or fame, but asks a ton of pertinent questions and makes astute observations, has sent through a missive for us, dealing with the subject of UFOs.
Enjoy! 😀
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Well, hello there.
How is your world treating you? I have no idea what your answer might be, but for the sake of a happy and joyous world, let’s pretend you are doing well.
Let’s start off with some math, yeah?
5 has 7 base components, not 5.
1 1 1 1 1 = 6
The 5 individual parts, and the sum of its parts = 1.
But there’s a hidden seventh property there that most may not take into account…0.
When something is, nothing leaves.
Something, displaces, nothing.
If that nothing does not exist, neither can something. There’s nowhere for the something to go.
Q: Does this mean that there is not 1 “nowhere” or “nothing”, but 2? Maybe even 3? Maybe more?
A: Hrm
Hrmmmmmmmmmm m
^benny blanco, Marshmello & Vance Joy – You (Official Music Video)^
This gets me to thinking about the concept of “possibility”, and also the concept(s) of “possibility” over time. Why a something cannot exist at one point in time, but for some reason can exist at another point in time. Or maybe why a something could exist at some point, but for some reason can no longer exist. How things line up in such a way that time either allows or prevents a something from existing. I really need to ask another question here…
Q: Is it possible that the tumblers of time turn in such a way that allows or prevents certain things from being known?
A: Pretty far out thought, eh?
Albert Einstein is famous for many things, but one of those things is said to be a statement he made whilst on a walk with a student named Esther Salaman…
“I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts, the rest are details.“
– Albert Einstein
I want to know...His...thoughts.
Welp, what if (regarding what Einstein wanted to know) God hasn’t thunk those thoughts yet? Or what if God thunk them so long ago, that even God has forgotten what in the hell they were thinking? Or at least, the thoughts are so old that it takes a bit to pull the information up in the databanks, which in “God terms” is about 538 average human lifetimes? Al may not be around long enough to get the answer(s) he seeks. Or maybe God and Al just weren’t on the same wavelengths at the same time(s). On different timelines, and as such, they just flat couldn’t understand each other.
After watching, I realized I’ve seen this video before, but this is prolly the best quality video I’ve seen of it. Kinda strange that the object appears black for most of the vid, but the silver can be seen on the top left of the object as the airplane moves past and the object moves out of view. Looks like a balloon to me, so, I stated as much.
Looks like a balloon. Depending on the time of year the high-level winds can be quite fast, so a "stationary" object like a balloon could actually be moving quite fast horizontally.
Here's a cool vid from the perspective of a balloon for some context. 🙂https://t.co/xw5SUO0aNv
More than that, I started doing some digging to see if I could see what the average high-altitude wind speeds are like down in Colombia, and I found something really REALLY interesting.
(BTW, don't you just absolutely love intensifiers? Aren't they really REALLY cool?)
Now, where my mind was when watching the UFO video above was thinking about the multiple dimensions of time that exist in a high-altitude environment as the winds move, shift and shear. But what that BiPAM thing got me to thinking about was something I hadn’t given a whole lot of thought to regarding why air moves…displacement.
Moisture moves in, air moves out.
Moisture moves out, air moves in.
Typically, convective activity is thought of as being the primary driver as to why air(s) move. Warm air rises, cool air descends, and when the two tangle, there’s all kinds of eddys and other crazy movement(s) of air in the sky. But what we’re talking about here is the movement generated when one gas displaces another gas. Liquid water evaporates, and as it rises, it displaces gases in the atmosphere causing the atmosphere to move.
^NAVE ESPACIAL – Liu & Samantha Machado (Videoclipe Oficial)^
Something else that caught my eye in the tweet/tweet comments was the vagary of the alleged place of occurrence…Colombia. The name, Colombia, is potentially vague.
Welp, your opposition is gonna be nitpicky as fuck. They are gonna slice and dice and nitpick the living shit out of anything and everything, so, why are you not nitpicky on yourself? Maybe think of it like training for a marathon or something. If you are nitpicky on your own shiz, others are gonna be nitpicky for you. And you don’t want that, now do ya?
^Terry Gilliam criticizes Spielberg and Schindler’s List^
Do you have any idea what “roll-rate” is? Me either. I think it has something to do with how many doobies a fella or lady can roll in an hour. But in the event I’m wrong about that, lets see if there are any aircraft out there other than the Douglas A-4 Skyhawk, Northrop T-38 Talon, Extra 300 or Sukhoi Su-31 that can achieve a roll-rate @ or above 720° per second.
Oh, and in this video that follows, pay particular attention to the aircraft just after take-off when he starts rolling the plane. See if you can count the number of rotations whilst watching the timer on the video to see how many times he’s rolling per second.
(or, approximately)
^Amazing Aerobatics In A Giles 202^
Count…
One thousand one.
Just to give an idea of what a 720° roll-rate means, that means by the time you read that, two full revolutions occurred. That’s pretty fucking fast. Doing two complete revolutions in a single second?
Yeah, fast.
I flew an aerobatic plane that had close to 360° per second when rolling in the direction of the propeller spin, and about 270° per second when rolling against the propeller spin…not as fast as the planes above, but still pretty fast. Especially when it’s your ass that is actually strapped in the plane.
I’ll not go into the dynamics of why a plane might roll faster with the prop rotation rather than against, but you are likely wondering why in the hell I’m talking about roll rate. Welp, if you just so happened to read that tweet above about the UFO sighted from the cockpit, and then you watched the video that I posted in response showing an airplane passing near a weather balloon and what the encounter looked like from the perspective of the balloon, you might just notice that the gondola thing hanging off the balloon which carries the camera, is spinning. In one shot, you see the plane approaching, the camera turns and the airplane leaves the frame as it roars the fuck by, and a few seconds elapse until the airplane comes back into frame and it is already well downrange.
The question that I asked myself is, can we interpolate as to how far the airplane is away from the balloon when we first start to hear it, and how much distance the airplane covers between the time that it leaves the view/returns to the view. At this point, you may be asking yourself a question…
Q: DUDE!!! Why in the FUCK do you care how much distance is covered by the plane when it is out of view?!?!? The fucking video has the speed of the aircraft right the hell on the video screen!!!!!
A: Oh rly?
Lemme ask you a question…
Q: Is that readout of the aircraft speed groundspeed? Airspeed? Indicated? Actual? Calibrated? True? Is it radar data? GPS data? From the aircraft? From a ground station? From some 3rd party estimation? Is it an amalgamation/average of multiple sources? If so, which?
A: ???
Was the video creator able to get telemetry data from some flight following service, and if so, what does that 402kts/462mph @ 38,000 feet really mean?
Speed over the ground <> speed through the air.
Speed through the air <> actual speed through the air
140kts @ 5,000 feet MSL <> 140kts @ 35,000 feet MSL
We are afterall talking about things which are moving relative to each other. The balloon is moving between 30 and 40+ miles per hour relative to an airplane that is moving 400+ miles per hour, both objects are subject to the wind(s) but not necessarily the same exact winds, so in order to better understand how and why things move as they do, we need to at least somewhat understand these environments that they are moving in.
^Arthur C. Clarke on U.F.O Sightings | The Dick Cavett Show^
One last thought on that, our atmosphere is basically a planet in and of itself that is surrounding and circling another planet made of rock/dirt/water/etc.. Like water, air is a fluid, and its movement can be janky af and moving all kinds of different directions in a relatively small space. An object, subject to the wind (like a balloon) may make a sudden and erratic appearing move because of some something in the atmosphere acting upon it. An updraft, a downdraft, some swirling eddy or vortex of air where cool and warm air have suddenly met up and decided to tango, some mass of invisible moisture moving through, no telling what is actually going on in that space around our object.
Also, I think it important to point out that unless a UFO or extraterrestrial craft is somehow suspending the laws of physics at all times and at all attitudes and at all altitudes, I think it highly likely that high-altitude UFOs are likely to behave differently than low-altitude UFOs if for no other reasons than the density or the air and/or how the wind currents change as altitude changes. A craft suddenly going mach 20 at a coupla thousand feet or below is prolly gonna start generating lightning bolts, thunder, then instantly burst into flames because of the friction with the air, but at high-altitudes it might take a few before it started to glow and then eventually burst into flames.
😉
Just some stuff to think about is all.
❤
^Military Video of UFO Over Navy Destroyer Leaked^
Pyramid…
Shaped.
Nothing…
Aerodynamic…
Like we’re used to.
You will have had to have watched the preceding video in order to somewhat understand the references above.
Delta-winged aircraft notwithstanding, I’ve been under the impression for quite some time that triangle-shaped and/or “pyramid” shaped UFOs were quite commonplace. Cigar, saucer, triangle, and on very rare occasions, globular…that’s pretty much it as far as UFO shapes go. There’s that new-ish “tic tac” thing, but even that is still pretty much cigar shaped.
So yeah, new nomenclature on an existing something.
/shrug
^Task force documents UFO encounters with military for congressional report^
UFO sightings have jumped during the last year…probably because of the pandemic?
Um…the previous video opened with that statement, and they did so with some embedded type of knowing as if one explained the other. People don’t look up even when they are allowed to go outside. How in the hell do they figure people are now looking up when they are unlikely to even go outside or when they can’t go outside, and are especially unlikely to go outside during those times when UFOs are most likely to be seen; i.e. night.
I'm gonna be scratching my head on that one for a while.
UFO sightings have jumped during the last year, probably because of the pandemic. I honestly do not see what one has to do with the other. ‘Cept maybe people are bored at home and just making shit up since they don’t have anything better to do.
Or of course a concerted effort on the part of certain interests in order to provide a distraction or diversion from um…other stuff.
^[목요미스터리] 군은UFO의 존재를 인정하는가? (Feat. 캡틴따거)^
A drop of blood leaves your heart.
It then heads to your anus, circles your anus, then returns to your heart.
Your heart smells like ass.
Or, fart...your heart smells like fart.
On the upside, your downside smells like heart.
^Perseverance caught two Flying objects || Birds or UFO^
All you witchy and warlocky and other mystical types need feedback I imagine. You need to gather intelligence to ensure that your spells, hexes, curses, blessings, etc. work, right?
Is that what crystal balls, familiars and the like are for? Gathering intelligence? Or do you rely solely upon human intelligence from colleagues, customers, patrons, toadies, etc., and basically have your own spy networks. And whilst we are entertaining goofy questions, what happens in the event of a misfire, stray round, bad intelligence/coordinates or even a some defect in the payload?
You prolly have some token from the target, a book or shirt or lock of hair or used snot rag or whatever, you fire off your spell, but what if there is some unseen dynamic that causes the spell to go completely off course and nail someone unintended. Some bystander gets whacked with 7 years bad luck, or their dick falls off, get cervical cancer, go blind, hair falls out, lose their job, a piano falls on them, their plane crashes or whatever…do you just chalk it up to “well, I missed the target, but the person that got zapped was probably guilty of something, so, meh, no biggie.”?
Guessing that you now need to fire off another round since you missed the target the first time.
Ever heard of carpet bombing? Might look into that. It’s messy as fuck, unlikely you’ll actually hit the target unless you get lucky, but you’ll possibly at least take out something that was important to the target. Maybe something they cared about. The downside is tho, now you’ve got a war on your hands.
^Bir zamanlar UFO^
Something really weird about witchcraft is that I don’t recall ever hearing about something like “an all-hearing ear”, or “all smelling-nose” or “all-touching finger”, or even an “all-thinking brain”. Sure the “all-seeing eye” is quite famous, but why doesn’t that thing come with some headphones so ye can hear what’s being said. Or at least come with some subtitles functionality. Watching a silent movie ain’t gonna do you much good unless you’re just looking for craters in a post action photo-reconnaissance/bomb damage assessment kind of way. Prior to action, just seems like you’d want more than “sight” based things in order to more accurately carry out your mission. If you aren’t the best at lip reading, you might have a really clever target mouthing “elephant stew” over and over again to throw you off. And also, we’re currently living in a time when face-masks are all the rage, so how the hell you gonna know what your target is saying?
^We should take UFO sightings seriously | Tyler Cowen and Lex Fridman^
Another thing that I wonder is how exactly is it that “witchcraft” figures it can remain more or less neutral, as if it is somehow outside the bounds of anyone and anything else. It could be argued that witchcraft is basically the equivalent of a weapons manufacturer, you sell your shit to warring parties, they shoot the shit out of each other, and you do have at least some culpability. But in witchcraft, the practitioner takes more of an active role in the delivery of these weapons. Kinda like a weapons manufacture that is also a mercenary/soldier for hire. Sure you have no ideological attachments to this specific conflict, but you are participating in it. Which, that brings up one of another two points I just thought of.
1 – you actually do have a vested interest in the conflict. You have a vested interest in all conflicts, otherwise, you wouldn’t be practicing the arts you are. There is some reason and/or reasons as to why you are hiring out your services
2 – where is the oversight regarding your actions? Surely even the most practiced and senior of magical types, themselves, have a someone that is senior to them. I don’t give a shit if you have to stumble through the list of every angel, demon, imp, god, goddess or other deity both known and unknown …you… answer to someone. So, who is it, and how far to the allow you to stray before they give you a smack? Or I guess in some cases, the further you stray, the greater your reward might be.
^Cherry Pruning – Training Systems (KGB, UFO, Tall Spindle)^
Sure…I get it…your weapons have peaceful and practical applications too. Humanitarian types of stuff. Stuff that is beautiful or uplifing. I guess this is how you justify the art. You figure that you somehow remain more or less being beyond prosecution for your role(s) in conflict that results in damages/loss. Prolly why persecution of witches or practitioners of magic/magick/majick or whatever is so prevalent throughout history. Nobody likes someone else having all that power. They want it for themselves. Eliminate the middlemen / middlewomen / middlewhomever, and nothing stands in the way of your getting everything for yourself.
Q: Is this why supernatural folk or supernatural entities or whatever always seem to hang their hats way the fuck out in the fringes?
A: ó?¿? ó
Swamps, caves, gnarly parts of some gloomy forest, high places, low places, dangerous place, anything remote as fuck and/or hella difficult to get to.
^Prophetic word: A UFO nation will come against us, God has caused their hearts to be hardened.^
Any idea why, The Pope, of all people, would be for… a totalitarian regime?
Would be for… systems, infrastructures and procedures that would lead to a one-world government?
Would be for… anything that put all power into the hands of a single entity?
Yeah, I can't figure it out either.
I’m completely baffled. Nothing at all indicating any leanings towards any such thing. I’m stumped.
Maybe you can figure it out.
^UFO 2021: New Alien sightingsin USA, UK, FRANCE, UFOs around the world #2^
You Ufologists are gonna be in deep shit when and if personal automated aerial-vehicle transport becomes a thing. Imagine a good chunk of current automotive traffic suddenly filling the skies because everyone has traded in their cars for some air-transport something.
lolz...what a mess.
You UFO chasers will never see another UFO ever again. Not a “real” one anyway.
*Gotta attract and keep a congregation, Clicky. Certainly sounds like the Media are peddling a religious cult of science to me…*
If you have any questions or astute observations to make from today’s missive, Dear Reader, please feel free to use the comment section below. We can’t promise you any answers, though you will get a reply 😉 Have a Song…
… What I didn’t do at the time, something that I always do, was to visit Etymology Online to find out if ‘lucuna’ had a meaning and how its root had developed in time…
lacuna (n.)
“blank or missing portion in a manuscript,” 1660s, from Latin lacuna “hole, pit,” figuratively “a gap, void, want,” diminutive of lacus “pond, lake; hollow, opening” (see lake (n.1)). The Latin plural is lacunae. The word has also been used in English from c. 1700 in the literal Latin sense in anatomy, zoology, botany. The adjectival forms have somewhat sorted themselves: Mathematics tends to use lacunary (1857), natural history lacunose (1816), and lacunar (n.) is used in architecture of paneled ceilings (1690s), so called for their sunken compartments. Leaving lacunal (1846) for the manuscript sense.
*Sign language? Interesting – I think of synchromysticism as sign language for the def…*
… Then yesterday, a new missive arrived in my inbox! No. #168, one that Cade wrote on the 13th January 2021, but only sent yesterday. He explained his reason for the delay, butt I shall not divulge it here…
*’Cos it’s no one’s fuckin’ bidness, butt his own, Clicky…*
… Four missives from the Okie Text US Devil have been posted at the LoL in meantime, however…
… Doo go take a look. Or not. As always, Dear Reader, that decision is entirely up to you. Now here is Cade’s lacuna missive.
Enjoy! ❤
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Greetings fellow humans, humanoids, and other assorted entities residing in gravity. My name is Cade F.O.N Apollyon, and I would like to welcome you to this edition of “Missive From ‘Merica”. My co-hosts are RooBeeDoo, her assistant Clicky, and by the time you read this they have likely formatted and polished this particular writing of mine to a high shine.
You should know from the start here that I have made a decision to take the writing in a different direction today, as it would appear that some consider my writing as terse. Acerbic. Vulgar. Dirty. Offensive. Racist. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. Blasphemous. Too forward or too direct. Too cluttered, disorganized and sloppy. Too happy-go-lucky and freewheeling. Too loosey-goosey with the rules. Too non-standard, abstract and misty. Too vague. Too distant and nonsensical and even pointless. Too…
Zen.
For your own personal peace of mind, I would like to remedy this. All of it.
With that in mind, I, today, shall take my first baby-steps into a new world. No longer shall I endeavor to write in such a way as to inspire you to think with your own mind and leave you with your own thoughts to make your own decisions; I shall now strive to dictate your thoughts and your thinking for you. I will strive to find all your answers for you, and then deliver them to you. I shall strive to add my own voice to that of the echo chamber. I shall join the resonant drone so as to add more power to the socially acceptable mantra(s). Perhaps my finally joining the throng will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and this whole mess will, finally, and completely, self-destruct.
Thank you for putting me on the path. Thank you for showing me the light. Thank you for saving me from myself for your own benefit.
Namaste.
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Last night’s dream was terrible. I could get nothing right. Everything I did was wrong: was clumsy, was awkward, everything I touched ended in complete disaster. The worst part about the dream though? I remembered it when I awoke. I already get everything wrong in my waking life. ‘Tis a shame that I am now getting it wrong in my dreams.
No stranger to dreams here. Dreams are a regular part of my life, dreaming is a regular and frequent occurrence, and they are always strange in that they always seem to be completely detached from reality. There are very real things in them sure, but they always, I mean always, take a strange turn that is so completely unexpected that the reality within the dream is shattered.
I have been dreaming every night, without fail, ever since around July/August of 2019. The thing is, I’ve started to not remember my dreams very much, which is highly unusual for me personally.
Alas, I must bail out of this section. I must digress and write something else.
I was going to regale you, the reader, with the all of the details and specifics of last night’s dream, but I have completely lost my nerve. My shyness has kicked in, self-preservation mode has been activated, I’ve lost my train of thought, and I’m far too fearful at this point to share my dream with you for fear of being thought of as a complete freak. My courage has left me.
Apologies.
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Should dance be considered a martial art? Strange question, but I must ask it. It would help some if you, the reader, has an understanding of what a martial art is.
Martial arts are codified systems and traditions of combat practiced for a number of reasons such as self-defense; military and law enforcement applications; competition; physical, mental, and spiritual development; entertainment; and the preservation of a nation’s intangible cultural heritage.
Disarming. Dance, dances and dancing are disarming. There are a great many people, in the world, right now, doing dances, in order to disarm people. Making an effort to get the masses to drop their guard or lower their weapons. Molding the hearts and minds of individuals, in the moment, so as to get them to behave in a way that is more conducive to that which suits the dancer’s purpose. And that is the purpose of the dance: to focus a certain specific energy in a certain specific direction.
Typically, I’d think a dancer would want anyone watching to be pleased. Sure, the dancer wants to express themselves, and dance is the art form they’ve chosen as a medium for this expression, but they are going to want others to like their efforts. They are going to want to be accepted and garner approval from others. They are going to want to know that their time in learning to dance has been well spent. The audience has fallen under your spell, and will now behave according to your wishes.
Approval.
Acceptance.
With that, I must question that which is a martial art, which is typically not considered a martial art. Question those things that allow an individual to command and control a situation. Why? I’ve began to ponder the idea that if dance can be considered a martial art, so too can theatre. So now I must question the nature of theatre. I must question my preconceived notions about what is and is not theatre.
Is a street performance to be construed as theatre? Is a public gathering to be considered a street performance?
Is a riot to be considered a street performance?
Is giving a briefing outside of 10 Downing Street to be considered a street performance?
Is “a mass shooting” to be considered a street performance?
Is a reporter reporting from the site of some event to be considered a street performance?
Is all of that theatre? Is any of it?
Is the point of theatre to titillate, excite and entertain? To rouse and/or stir emotion(s) in their audience? Furthermore, is it the point of the theatre company and players to swing these emotions for their own benefit? What does the audience get in return, and do they get their money’s worth?
Is that what this is all about? Money?
Oh my, that does not look like writing that is going to please an audience. I am putting entirely too much pressure on the reader’s shoulders. I should be giving answers instead of asking questions.
Pardon me whilst I digress to a something that maybe I can hold a thought on.
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Not being fond of being told what to do, there are only two possibilities…
Uno: The person telling me what to do knows how to do what they want done, but they see the task as beneath them and they have better things to do anyway, so they farm the work out.
Dos: The person telling me what to do does not know how to do what they want done, so they farm the work out to someone else in the hopes that this other individual can figure it out.
If número uno is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, I have to consider exclusivity and mentoring factors. Does the assignor assist in the task? Or are they throwing the assignee to the wolves.
Repulsion.
If número dos is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, you now have not one person who doesn’t know how to do a something, but two. I have to think about how many more “non knowing” individuals may be drawn into this endeavor in order to complete the task.
Gravitation.
What I am thinking about here is the nature of enterprise. What lifts up, and what pushes down? And I must, must, consider time.
If someone assigns me the task of completing and proving the GUT (Grand Unified Theory), is it a something that can actually be done? Are we humans actually capable of both understanding and explaining the Universe in its totality?
Am I?
Or is this just a time sinkhole meant to keep me occupied whilst others go off and do their own thing? A distraction in which the assignors have no real investment in the dangerous aspects seeing as how I am the one who will fail, hence all blame will rest upon my shoulders. I am inept, not the theory.
To be completely truthful, I, most of the time, do not have a problem with being told what to do. In fact, I tend to operate best in environments where I am told what to do. If I have to be self-reliant in dreaming up work for myself, I am most certainly going to be out in the fringes working on abstract things that others are likely to deem to far too distant to be relevant within the current time-frame. Leave me to my own devices, and the realms of the negligible is where you’ll find me. Splashing along the shoreline in the waters upon the far shores. The long odds. The impossible. The unknowable.
In order to be understood, I want, and perhaps need, another to tell me what to do.
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We are only just now starting to see a lot of things in our world. Things that have existed for very long times, we perhaps have heard of them, but they so stretched the imagination that we could not comprehend that such things were possible. As such, we relegate these thing to the world(s) of myth and legend. Fantasy. Tall tales. Some real something that has been so embellished upon that it doesn’t actually exist, and certainly is not as advertised.
Not so anymore.
We can fire up our own personal communication devices of all kinds, and know almost instantly what is transpiring anywhere in the world. We can also know things that are happening in our solar system, in our galaxy, and even around the Universe. Perhaps not so timely with those last three, but we can certainly know more, and quicker, than at any point in our known history. We can be told, by others, what is going on, where, and maybe even why this something is happening.
I wonder sometimes how well you yourself interpolate information. Not interpret – interpolate. Although the two do share some concepts, there is a difference between the two. Alas, because of my new paradigm, I can no longer provide links to definitions for your consideration. I guess I am, again, gonna have to digress, and you’re just gonna have to do all the legwork yourself if you wanna figure out where I was going with all of this.
Apologies.
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With everyone being sick and tired of lockdown, one thing that it has achieved, which most may not think about, is that transmission by hand has almost certainly been curtailed. And I’m not talking about transmission of disease(s) by hand either, I’m talking about the transmission of data and information by hand.
Instructions. Orders.
Perhaps give a few short moments to consider the last time you saw anything at all via the press about any “terrorist” anything.
This is supposedly how most terrorist groups transfer their information…by hand. Circumvents all those electronic snoopers that have gotten so damn good at monitoring anything and everything. I’d imagine that lockdown has made any “terrorist” organization(s) have to rethink their information channels and adapt. And this lockdown has likely also changed the dynamics of leakers and how they operate. You may be able to still grab sensitive or classified info, but getting the info elsewhere on some physical media just got really difficult.
I’m sure lockdown has had the effect of giving surveillance networks some really unique insight as to how data moves/is moving when they have more or less of a monopoly on the information channels.
Bollocks.
I just started to re-read that section and have noticed that I am, yet again, slipping right back into my old writing style. Putting that comfortable clothing on. Returning to my natural ragamuffin state.
Learning to express yourself in a way that is pleasing to others is rough.
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Sick … and tired … of lockdown. The cure is the sickness.
Good news, Dear Reader 😀 I have finally, finally finished and submitted my story for Underdog Anthology XIV…
*Something like that, Clicky…*
… I still have to find a dead poet’s poem to mutilate for the Afterword, but Leggy is hoping to publish the new volume in the next week or so, and I will then post ‘Walk I, With You’ for you here at the LoL…
*Yeah, I used an image from the story for that tweet…*
…Right now, however, we have a new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Text Us Devil, on the subject of synchronicity/synchromysticism. If you have any interest in the subject whatsoever, it’s not to be missed. And even if you don’t, it’s a bloody good read anyway.
Scroll on, Dear Reader, scroll on…
… And enjoy! ❤
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Captain….CAPTAIN, Jack Sparrow.
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Did you know that, according to Google Translate, “tur” is German for “door”?
Did you know that “TUR” is the NASDAQ ticker for some fund based on Turkish equities?
A holy crusade should be started. A holy crusade to eliminate all evildoers on the entire planet. That way, when all evildoers are dead, only the good will remain. So, if I survive these purges, that means I too, am good.
Right?
Well, there will still be murderers left because the good who killed all the bad are still alive. And I guess there will still be thieves because the murderers took something that did not belong to them. And there will be liars because all of this murder and theft was predicated upon there being no more evildoers left in the world.
We're right back to where we started.
Hrm… maybe it would be best to skip all those shenanigans and just leave things more or less as they are?
^The Living Deads – Everything is Broke (But Our Love) Official Music Video^
This time a year ago (April 2020/when the lockdown started) oil dropped to $11.26 per bbl and gasoline prices fell through the floor. Now, it’s back up to over $60 per bbl, and it’s being projected that by summer/fall of 2021, oil will be up to around $80 per bbl. Oil hasn’t been over $80 per bbl since October of 2014.
Hrm…relying on nCoV-2019 vaccinations, to rally demand for oil. I wonder what other types of things those in the market are relying upon nCoV-2019 vaccinations to rally. Further have to wonder if people aren’t getting vaccinated, does that mean the rallies aren’t gonna happen? I wonder if rich people/powerful people get rowdy when they want they want a rally to happen, but it doesn’t. Do they riot, and if so, how and where do they riot/tear shit up?
^CHEECH AND CHONG- MEXICAN AMERICANS *HQ*^
The concept of teaching Synchronicity is an interesting one. Teach people how to recognize and observe the phenomena. My experience has been that Synchronicity cannot be taught. If you start pointing weird shit out, people are initially going to query you as to how you saw such a small and insignificant event. Over time, they will start to look at you really fucking strangely.
Even suspiciously.
They may go so far as to accuse you of being the engine that is driving this phenomenon because it only seems to happen when you are around. Or at least, you are the only one that seems to be able to see this stuff, no one else seems to catch it, although yes, once you point it out, they see it too. Maybe at this point it’s important to point out that “seeing” (to me anyway) is one of the more overrated parts of the experience. It may sometimes be a smell, or a sound, or a feeling, or even an aggregate of sensory input that generates a deja vu type of vibe, except with synchronicities the feeling is more like you’re experiencing something that has already happened in the future rather than re-experiencing a something that has happened in the past.
I’m getting off-track…lemme get back on topic. It is likely possible to teach one to recognize Synchronicity, but I’d think an interest on the part of the learner is gonna be necessary.
^[mau5trap exclusive premiere]: i_o – LOW^
Seriously…who in the hell wants to be an observer?
A: Fucking no one.
You don’t wanna be in the stands, you wanna be on the field, be in the game. You wanna be making things happen, not be at the whims of chance and just standing their helpless as events unfold because of those who are actually participating and driving things.
Glory. Glory!!!BUCKETLOADS OF GLORY!!!
You want it. You want them.
This is really just me vocalizing my ineptitude at figuring out how one teaches another to be a good observer. How to develop your communication skills so as to be able to be accurate in expressing yourself and relating events to 3rd parties. But to be honest, when it comes to synchronicity, anyone who seeks you out for help is likely to already be either a novice or perhaps even intermediate due to the nature of synchronicity. You were just minding your business one day, and suddenly, the Universe grabbed you by the nape of the neck and chunked your sorry ass into the deep end, and that was the first and last time you could ever be qualified as a “beginner”. Its all uphill from there, and chances are you possess tools you didn’t even know you had before this journey even started.
It is with all that in mind that I reiterate…the concept of teaching Synchronicity is an interesting one. Maybe its not about teaching as much as it is about learning. Maybe even sharing. Maybe there’s an equality type of trait nested within where the teacher and student hats are always and forever interchangeable. There are no masters, there is only mastery.
Some people are probably gonna REALLYdislike such a concept.
No room for advancement.
No way to become a name.
No way to become a face.
^Ace of Spades (Official Music Video) – Hayseed Dixie^
Hey…you’ve always wanted to get to know people. That must also mean you want people to get to know you. Welp, they are. Problem is, there may not be a whole lotta reciprocation going on.
They, know you. You, are not them.
^Vince Gill & Jerry Douglas – Oklahoma Borderline (Live 2004) (Promo Only)^
You may have to suspend disbelief if you listen to this next song.
Just hang in there...you will reach the “wtf?!?” part soon enough.
^JINJER – Pisces (Live Session) | Napalm Records^
SO! For those who journeyed into that video, and stuck with it long enough to reach the “wtf?!?” moment, lets us see some of the more or less boring mechanics of how some sweet little soft-spoken pixie learns to summon and master the dark vocal forces of hell.
Is that misogynist of me? Sexist? Referring to a person who I do not know nor have any sort of relationship with as “a sweet little soft-spoken pixie”? To be fair, she was/is singing to me. Or at me.
/shrug
^’How To Growl’ Basics: 3 Safe Ways To Learn False Cord Technique^
Prolly not that much different than anything else. You want to learn to do something, you see how others do it, then you practice, practice, practice.
I admit that when I watched that Jinjer/Pisces video, I did not believe what I was hearing. The video is supposedly live, but if you are as old as I am and have been around the musical block a few times, you learn that a “live” recording is…well, not necessarily as “live” as they say it is. Most of the time a “live” recording has been sent back to the engineers for cleanup, and many of the nuances of a live performance have been removed. Also need to point out that electronic vocal processing has reached the point to where there is virtually nothing that one cannot do digitally. So I had to ask myself…
”Wait, let’s say that they are heaping a shitload of vocal processing on her voice in order to make her sound like a man. Is that really any different than some pop diva using autotune, so that she never hits any sour notes? Or even putting a reverb or delay or EQ or compression or some other effect on a more or less clean voice?”
I used to sometimes run my own voice straight into a distortion pedal to get my voice to sound like I wanted. Yep, plugged the microphone directly into a distortion pedal made for guitar. Lolz (true story) Screaming is hard on the voice. Talk to any USMC drill instructor, and chances are their voice sounds like rocks in a woodchipper from all of that screaming.
With all this in mind, I went back and watched the Jinjer/Pisces video again, and I watched nothing but her lips and her throat, and tried to keep her posture in my periphery so I could see what her diaphragm was doing. I also tried to listen for any hints of more or less “female” sounding tones embedded within the signal I was hearing. I heard some. Also, the video angles and cuts are as such that it is damn rough to look for those tiny accentuations in the face and neck which reveal connections to certain tones. I still doubt as to whether she is actually producing these sounds.
So let’s do this…lets see if we can find a something where they are live live…like on-stage live at a concert, and see if it still looks disconnected.
^JINJER – Pisces (Live at Wacken Open Air 2019) | Napalm Records^
FUCK!!!She’s now got a goddamn huge neck tattoo obscuring everything!!!
Hrm.
That certainly doesn’t help seeing whether or not veins are popping out in her neck, nor does it make it easy to see what the larynx is doing. So now I have to go back and listen to both the studio live and concert live versions, bounce back and forth and see just how similar the screamed/growled parts are. They do sound similar, but not in a Milli Vanilli/lipsyncing kind of way as much of a “how does the vocal tones of the live studio version sound so damn close to the on-stage live version?” kind of way. Are we learning to learn how to learn about strange coincidences yet?
Fuck this…let,s get the straight dope right out of the growler’s mouth.
^How Jinjer’s Tatiana Shmayluk Learned to Scream^
Formed a new band last week.
Avant Garde Fart Cracklings
Our first album “Crispy Burnt Leftovers In The Bottom Of The Pan” should drop soon. Which reminds me…
if Sulfur smelled like apple blossoms, would farts be more popular?
^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Texas Flood (from Live at the El Mocambo)^
Do you prefer to know the secret behind the magician’s tricks, or are you just here for the magic? Or both?
It is nice to be able to control others. Especially to control the magician.
^Lonnie Mack – Wham! (1963)^
The fog days of summer are rapidly approaching.
‘“Further analysis" is taking place to determine what breed they were.’
^Lightnin’ Hopkins – It’s A Sin To Be Rich, It’s A Low-Down Shame To Be Poor^
Ever since this “Q” or “QAnon” stuff has fallen on its face and its followers have gotten all grumpy and discombobulated, it has been quite amazing to see just how quickly the “Disclosure” peeps have also turned on their own masters.
— Somewhere in the Skies Podcast (@SomewhereSkies) April 2, 2021
Which reminds me, I watched a documentary the other day called “Alien Reptilian Legacy”.
This appears to be from 2015, but I don't think I've seen this one. Primary on my mind is…how relevant is 6+ year old information? 🤔
Sci-Fi Central – – – – – – – – – – Alien Reptilian Legacy | Reptilians Living On Earth Documentaryhttps://t.co/GWYPKBRxCT
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) April 2, 2021
I’m not exactly big on pointing out certain physical features nor making derogatory type comparisons, but holy FUCK! As soon as David Icke appeared, I was like…”damn, that dude appears to be physically turning into the very thing that he hates…a Reptilian.” Besides that, the documentary was pretty fucking boring tho. Not to mention that the whole Reptilian thing is muddy as fuck since some seem to think that the Reptilians are the good guys, Greys are the bad guys, and others think the opposite. (Greys = Good, Reptilians = Bad) Um…I’ve never seen a Reptilian. Nor a Grey. Nor any other fucking extraterrestrial as far as that goes. Seen some goddamn freaky-assed human weirdos come out of the Ufology community, but never seen an alien. Cept via the wizardry of books, film and television. Which reminds me, its been a while since I checked to see how many alien species are now said to reside on Earth/Terra. I think last time I checked, there was around 78 different aliens visiting from 78 different planets. Lets see if any new aliens have landed.
That’s more along the lines of what I’m looking for in that it’s timely, but that’s just projections from a more or less legit entity in the scientific community (SETI). I need an updated list of the honest-to-God extraterrestrial beings that are currently hanging their space hats on Earth.
GAH!!! That’s more capitalist wet market bullshit. I need aliens with space ships and phasers and warp drives and cloaking devices and chicks with three tits and other assorted technological advances.
I cannot read much of that article because it is behind a paywall. Which, hey…remember at carnivals where a certain amount of money would get you inside of the tent, but if you wanted to keep going to the various shows inside, you had to pay additional? They tempt you with all those banners, but the truth is that the fee to get in the door is only one fee of many. You then get shown the exit, your funds are depleted, and you’re not exactly sure what in the fuck just happened nor what you actually got for your cash.
^Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles^
I got yet another question for you to chew on…
Q: Where do the disaffected go?
A: ?? ( o ) ( o ) ??
They’ve rebelled, gone their own way, found their own path…but are they welcomed back and nestled into the bosom of mamma’s embrace when everything collapses? Make no mistake, “they” want you as part of their team. They’ll split, divide and set you assunder via any and all means in order to get you into the fold. Build a something up, and tear it right the fuck back down so you have nowhere else to go. Has an air of demonstrating and reinforcing who the rightful owners are…eh? Have any idea what I’m talking about here?
Q: Who owns the Universe and everything in it?
A: ? ó¿ó ?
You’re on your own in answering this one. Maybe if you weren’t fighting like hell to get these fuckers on a pedestal, you wouldn’t find yourself fighting like hell to get them off.
Get them off…the pedestal. Not like get them off get them off. Although…you are getting off getting them on, and, getting off getting them off.
Sounds like you are getting the better end of the deal.
^Dr. John – Right Place Wrong Time^
Lets us take a spin around The Synchrosphere, yeah? Been a long time since I’ve done that, so lets see if we can see what the synchromystics/synchronauts are up to.
NOTE: Just because you aren’t one of the popular kids in the popular cliques doesn’t make what you do any less important. There are likely metric-mega-fucktons of people out there doing their thing who have no idea that “The Synchrosphere” is even a thing. They just keep on chugging, keep digging, keep learning, irrespective of what the cool kids are doing. Many of them prolly aren’t trying to carve out their own niche either. Just slogging through the craziness and trying to figure out what they are doing right and what they are doing wrong.
Lemme break out of that “note” and give a coupla examples of what I mean.
The guys name was Noah Green that drove his car into the Capital.
How many times have I posted Noah's Ark? How much more do I have to prove to all of you? Oh wait, I forgot-I don't have A blue checkmark or I'm not an "Elite" "Star" for any of it to matter. https://t.co/UVaMySc7fIpic.twitter.com/oyZYacoT6K
Now, I’ve seen a lot of stuff like that over time. They seem to be under the impression that they are completely alone, the only source of “truth”, and all this stuff they are seeing is driving them bonkers because they are shouting into the void and no one seems to be heeding their warnings. But at the same time, this individual does appear to be trying prove something, as well as trying to carve out their own niche because they seem to think that getting “Twitter Verified” will make everything they say and do OK. Validation by the very system(s) they seem to be at odds with, will, I guess, make their predictions more mostest trueerist of all because the message is getting out to millions instead of just a few hundred and people are actually listening! Or something. Maybe its a matter of money. Getting paid to do what you do is a helluva validation in our world and times.
The Moose, or BuckoTheMoose. I cannot speak for them, but I would imagine they would almost assuredly NOT consider themselves a Synchronaut. It’s probable he doesn’t even know what in the hell Synchromysticism even is (not that anyone else does either…heh). Hell, they could be the high priest of synchronicity for all I know.
I do kinda know “The Moose”, however. He’s a cool cat, but also very outspoken/pulls no punches. I’ve never really spoken with him about anything “spiritual”, nor have I seen him mention anything along the lines of more mainstream types of spiritual stuff. He appears to like cars, good beer, good cigars, is laid back, astute, has a great sense of humor, so yeah I guess he’s all about spiritual stuff. Just maybe not the same spiritual virtue signaling type bullshit that the herd considers to be spiritual. You know, spiritual virtue signaling…
like getting all dressed up in your religious uniform(s);
going to virtue display barn (church or maybe a political rally);
join in enthusiastically with the virtue signaling chants;
nod approvingly (but otherwise keep your piehole shut) as the messages from on high are delivered;
fall on your face and cry and wail for acceptance by the pure and holy;
maybe even get to rub palms with a few of the elite…
you know, virtue signaling.
Digress.
The Moose may not be your typical Synchronaut, but they’re a cog in the wheel. Not only that, they are their own wheel. A voice. Their voice. To exclude them would be tragic.
OK!!! So, enough of trying to figure out the synchronistic forces and dynamics at work on our planet, and lets off to see what the big guns are up to.
Yes, that’s right…the Synchromysticism Forums are BACK!!!
Cept not.
I admit that I’ve known for some time that these forums were there, but I further admit I’ve not given it much of a look. It appears that only one person posts there (Peg from the old whatchacallit forums), and a lot of it appears to be only reposts of news stories…all of which are separated by the same ad over and over where someone is plugging “astrological mini-readings” for $50 via cellphone text message. The forums layout is confusing, the giant pictures in the Table of Contents make no sense, and the whole place seems to be more about “Q” and “Truthers” than they seem to be about Synchronicity and/or Synchromysticism.
Now, is it possible that the one person who is making all the posts over there is actually a community account shared by several people? Sure. Maybe they’ve decided to take a 4Chan type approach to administration in order to bundle everything under a single moniker, so that the reader has no idea who is posting what. But even if that is so, as of the time of this writing, the forums only has 1046 posts in 575 topics, and there are only 11 registered members.
11.
Not gonna be much discussion going on with only 11 registered members when only one of those registered users appears to speak. The forum layout also seems to be structured in such a way to discourage discourse. Topics are WAY to detailed and specific, there’s no readily apparent and coherent parent-child type of inheritance, and I assume the thought process here was to make moderation easier by putting all of the burden of staying on-topic on the posters.
Don't stay on topic? BANNED!!! Simple.
Very authoritarian, hopelessly rigid and completely counter-intuitive to the erratic and unpredictable nature of Synchronicity. I can only assume that the goal is to amass useful and usable information. Actionable lists of worthwhile data.
Oh well, it’s their forums, they can do whatever they please with them. As to the Evergreen Consulting/Jen Psaki thing, controlling the shipping lanes and intercepting freight is how you make money in the datastreams. Just gotta add your own node to the existing infrastructure(s).
Spirals are syncy in my own sphere(s) as of late. This post is kinda interesting because only yesterday I crossed paths with that image above, and there’s been lots of holes and sinkhole types of things appearing on my radar. But what I’ve been mainly thinking about is a particular axis/view that is usually required to identify a spiral. Take for example the rifling within a barrel of a firearm/gun. You really need to be able to look up/down the barrel in order to best see the twist of the rifling. From the side you get more of a sine wave type of impression. But in the case of say a spiral galaxy, a side view will give the impression that there is no spiral at all. Just a cloudy more or less flat blob of a murky mess with maybe some wedge-shaped properties.
Kinda weird how the up/down of the z-axis changes based upon observer perspective in those two instances. Whatever this weird “edge” is I keep seeing tho? I can’t quite put my finger on it. I cannot tell if it’s a reset type thing where the reset somehow carries conditional types of properties over in order to exist in two places at the same time, or if there is simply a dimension that I’m missing. Perhaps there is always an inverse to the more forward types of dimensions so as to preserve information when one reaches the edge where dimensions cease to exist.
EX: The edge of the Universe.
Maybe I’m thinking too much in the micro scale and thinking too much about shrinkage instead of expansion and/or macro scale(s). Maybe the dimensions do not shrink when one reaches the edge. Maybe they expand. Maybe they both expand and shrink. Whatever it is, the typical 3/4/5/8+ types of dimensions that create our reality seem to become incoherent as a specific and succinct set. Perhaps the existence of an inverse carries an accurate enough stack of data in such a way that matter which becomes corrupt in our Universe/reality can and will remanifest itself elsewhere, all while giving the appearance of existing in two places simultaneously. Spooky action kinds of stuff that is not easily identified as such. We are, afterall, talking about more or less zero-times between extraordinarily remote/distant objects.
I can't quite put my finger on it.
^Depth Charge – Shaolin Buddha Finger^
Let us off to downunderland where their fall is just getting cranked up in anticipation of winter…
Brizdaz can always be counted on for having some interesting shiz, and today is no different. Looks like there’s some Synchronistic learnin’ going on there, and even tho I wrote the top bits of this post several days ago, its still kinda weird to see the connections. But hell, who am kidding. Synchronicity is nothing new, and the concept itself has likely been around since long before Jung got his hands on it. So…
Q: Where is the new?
A: Right here.
Me, you, him, her, it, they, them, us…all of this shit may be as old as dirt, but it’s new as fuck to us.
^The Police – Synchronicity II^
Looks like Rune Soup has a new podcast series type thingie or something…
Those vids are about an hour each so I’ll prolly forgo for the time being. Prolly won’t watch them later either because I’m lazy af.
Which reminds me…a certain someone who I shall not name (RooBeeDoo) noticed recently that a someone who hasn’t posted a blog post in a very long time had a new post up. Let’s saunter over there.
^Ween – Strap On That Jammypac^
SynchoMiss has posted on her blog for the first time in like 4 years…
I have no idea where she’s been. Actually, that’s not true because I bumped into her on Twitter several years ago and I guess she’s kinda more active there.
I have no idea who she is.
Actually, that’s true. I have no idea who any of these fucking weirdos are. Just a buncha freaks being weird and doing strange stuff. Like…writing. And like I guess…reading. And then like…writing some more (all of which are pretty damn strange).
Anyway, yeah I like reading people’s blogs, just have completely lost the heart to do it. I don’t drop in with an encouraging hi, nor howdy, nor keep going, nor kiss my ass, nor fuck off and die…nothing. Nada. My heart just ain’t in it currently.
/queue sad music
Me me me me me em mem mememememememememememememe
Yeah, this post is already 9 pages long and I should likely get it over to Roob before Doomsday gets here.
^The Cramps. Bikini Girls With Machine Guns.^
We’ve got 800 fucking billion forms of communication available to us on this planet, and not a single motherfucker on this entire rock seems to be able to figure out how to communicate with one another.
Am currently suffering from a wicked case of flabbergastritis.
